Spark of Truth E-Book

Vaughan W. Smith

• Herausgeber: Fair Folio
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Serie: The Hidden Wizard
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 454

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

A wizard without his power. An infected weapon master. A race against time to find a cure.
Alrion has been infected by the Blight. His power is inaccessible and he needs a way to defend himself. He’s desperate to find a cure before he turns.
His hopes are pinned on a group of magic users known as Mystics. These women wield an unknown power that could be the missing link to curing the Blight. And saving himself.
Wraith has expanded his power and influence. Nowhere is safe, not even Alrion’s mind. It is only a matter of time until he falls to either Wraith or the infection growing within. If Alrion fails to find a cure, he will be transformed into his worst nightmare, and the world will be doomed to a future of darkness.
Start reading today and discover Alrion's fate.
Spark of Truth is book 3 of The Hidden Wizard Series. This four book series is outlined below.

The Hidden Wizard Series
Book 1: Pool of Knowledge
Book 2: Vault of Silence
Book 3: Spark of Truth
Book 4: Soul of Light

Also available:
The Wandering Blacksmith: Prequel to the Hidden Wizard
The Hidden Wizard: The Complete Series

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SPARK OF TRUTH

BOOK THREE OF THE HIDDEN WIZARD

VAUGHAN W. SMITH

FAIR FOLIO

CONTENTS

1. A New Battle

2. A Kindred Spirit

3. Left Behind

4. Path of the Sword

5. The Healer's Secret

6. An Unusual Ally

7. Generals of the Blight

8. Hunted

9. A New Type

10. Renewed Focus

11. Tracking

12. A Surprising Foe

13. Slow Progress

14. Poison

15. The Tracker’s Stand

16. The House of Healing

17. A Difficult Conversation

18. Further North

19. The Divisive Message

20. The Way Forward

21. Hidden by Snow

22. Fast Follower

23. The Mystical Destination

24. Family Reunited

25. A New Power

26. Faltering

27. Meeting of the Minds

28. The Strength of Soul

29. Sacred Ground

30. First Strike

31. Elder Intervention

32. A Timely Appearance

33. The Price of Light

34. Aftermath

35. Gone

36. Spark of Truth

The Story Continues

Soul of Light: Prologue

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1

A NEW BATTLE

Alyx stumbled through the brush, narrowly avoiding a Blighter.

“Classy,” she told herself, and leaned back against a nearby tree. The thick branches were a steadying force, although the leaves bristled in an uncomfortable way. The stench of Blighters was all around her and it caused her stomach to turn. She checked her hair, ensuring that it was still reliably tied up. With care, she looked around and noticed that the vile creatures were scattered everywhere.

Why are they in this forest? Nobody was tracking me.

By force of habit she checked for weapons. All she had was a short sword strapped to her lower back. It was useful, but it was not the sword that she had carried her entire life. Not that she ever really got much use out of it. But it was a comfort and reminder of her father, and now it was gone.

She crouched down and slowly approached the nearest Blighter. She winced as a twig snapped, but the Blighter didn’t react. She pulled back her arm, tensed her muscles, and dived in with a deadly swipe. The Blighter dropped quickly and quietly, folding into the nearby bushes. Movement caught her eye, and she looked over. Another Blighter had entered the area and had witnessed her kill.

It looked at her blankly and turned its head to go somewhere else.

It ignored me? Impossible!

Blighters acted on instinct alone. Or under the direct supervision of a powerful force. But she had already taken out the biggest threat around here.

“If they’re not here for me, who is controlling them? And for what?” she said to herself. Her body ached, and her limbs felt stiff. But her curiosity was sparked. She had to investigate.

Sticking to the cover of the trees, Alyx stalked the Blighter that had ignored her. It seemed like a good plan, since it hadn’t reacted to her at all. And it was more likely to lead her to whatever it was looking for. More accurately, whatever it was being targeted at.

She spotted more Blighters around, each behaving the same way. Like they were combing the forest for something important. Watching their movements, she noticed a pattern. They seemed to be converging on something.

This I have to see.

She knew she should leave this alone, and she should be recovering. She had done the impossible and had earned a rest. She had fulfilled her life’s purpose.

Weren’t you supposed to just ride off into the sunset? Not find another problem to solve?

She pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the problem at hand. It was time to see what these Blighters were up to.

She tracked them with care, ignoring the complaints of her body. Light was fading, gloom rising around her and fewer shafts of sunlight pierced through the thick canopy. Everything was building towards something. But what?

She sensed something shift, and the Blighters started moving with purpose. They increased their speed and their snarls started to fill the forest.

“It’s beginning,” Alyx whispered, and increased her speed. She didn’t worry about making noise now. She had to get to the bottom of what was happening.

Some of the Blighters were stalled, as if waiting for something. Alyx couldn’t help herself, since they were easy targets. She ended each with a quick slash and kept her pace.

Never a bad time to put down some Blighters.

As she progressed, she started seeing larger and larger groups. It was unheard of for them to group up in such confined spaces, which further fuelled her curiosity. If there were any doubts left in her mind, they were completely dispelled now. She was committed to whatever this was.

A burst of sunlight startled her, as she emerged into a large clearing. There was a campsite, and in the middle, were three people. Each had weapons drawn, and they were facing off against the hordes of Blighters.

In a few seconds Alyx had appraised the group.

Fighter, thief, and civilian with a sword, she thought. They needed her help. And in return they could explain why they were such Blight magnets. Alyx stepped forward with confidence; the firm ground underfoot provided a good place to make a stand. She headed directly for the small group, pausing only to cut down Blighters in her path. There was a clear trail of bodies in her wake, and the group ahead noticed her approach.

“I don’t know who you are, but thanks for the help,” the fighter said.

“You stand with me, the others can support from behind,” Alyx said. The fighter nodded and accepted her suggestion. A dagger whizzed past her face and embedded itself into a nearby Blighter.

“Don’t mind me, just supporting from behind,” the thief said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Alyx understood the gesture and gave her a respectful nod. It was important to have them all on side. She then turned to fight.

Blighters were converging from all locations. Alyx moved next to the fighter, and readied herself.

“In case anything happens, I’m Alyx,” she said as she pivoted to slash at an encroaching Blighter. Her name came out with a grunt, less eloquently than she had hoped.

“I’m Vincent. Nice to meet you.” He stepped forward and tripped a Blighter, slicing through the other just behind it. Alyx finished off the Blighter that stumbled towards her and took a moment to glance at Vincent’s sword.

Unbelievable. He noticed her gaze.

“Yes, it’s Runesteel. You can take a better look when we aren’t being killed.”

“Sounds good.” Alyx eyed the next group. Sweat started to drip down her face. She shouldn’t be this tired, but her body was weary. She hadn’t had a chance to recover from her previous fight and had landed herself in a surprisingly large battle.

No rest for a weapon, she thought and prepared for the next assault. She pointed into the heart of the group with her weapon, and Vincent nodded. Alyx launched herself in, ignoring the strained cries of her legs as she pushed them even harder. She accepted none of the pain, focusing on the impending attack. With two quick slashes she took down a Blighter and wounded another. The thickly packed group dispersed immediately. While their attention was kept by Alyx, Vincent swept in and whirled through the rest, his sword flashing as he advanced.

Alyx stole another glance of admiration at the Runesteel sword, then retreated back with Vincent.

“Nice job up there, but they aren’t slowing down,” the thief said.

“That’s Lara,” Vincent said.

“And the master swordsman over there with the angry face is Alrion,” Lara said. She smirked at him and he grunted at the comment.

“Alyx here. Do you have an escape plan? I don’t like our chances if this continues.”

“No. They cornered us here over several days,” Lara said. She gestured at the clearing. There were Blighters surrounding the perimeter.

“Fine. We stand together for now, and if we get overwhelmed, I’ll create an opening for you,” Alyx said. She didn’t take her eyes off the approaching Blighters.

Why am I offering myself up for these people? she thought. But then she answered herself quickly.

I am a discarded weapon. I no longer have a purpose.

“I’m sorry how useless I am. Lara and I have taken on more than this just by ourselves,” Alrion said. The frustration in his voice was obvious, and Alyx could sense that something must have happened to him. Clearly the sword was not his preferred weapon.

“Never mind that, focus on the task at hand,” Vincent said. He pointed at the encroaching group and Alyx joined him in advancing.

Wave after wave of Blighters poured into the clearing. Each time Vincent and Alyx moved together, picking apart the Blighters with relative ease. Vincent and his Runesteel opened them up, and Alyx finished off the rest. Lara and Alrion stayed back, Lara providing some spotting and long-range assistance while Alrion just scowled. As the fight wore on, he grew angrier and angrier.

Alyx could hear bits of conversation and noticed that Lara was trying to calm Alrion down. But she didn’t focus on it; the battle carried her full attention. As it continued, her hair tumbled free. Her long flowing brown locks swayed just above her shoulder line. She had never fought with her hair loose and enjoyed the carefree nature of it. Although it did restrict her head movements to ensure her vision wasn’t obstructed.

Vincent was proving to be a capable fighter, as she had initially assessed. He was clearly older and not as fast as her, but he was strong and sure. His blade more than compensated for any lack in his speed and technique, and the Blighters were not enough to trouble him in capability. But the vast number and constant stream were wearing him down too.

The clearing was now full of Blighters. Every time Alyx cut one down, another was right there, ready and eager. She had never seen Blighters in this volume or with such intensity before.

“There’s no end to them,” she said.

“There is, but it may take a while,” Vincent said. He kicked over a Blighter and slashed at another that was approaching. He looked slower. Alyx was worried. She chanced a look behind and saw that Alrion and Lara were in the thick of it too. Lara was dancing around, dodging, slashing, and harrying. Alrion was using slow and deliberate strikes to finish off any Blighters that were still standing.

Good pairing to make the most of this, but they can’t continue for much longer.

She still couldn’t believe what she had gotten herself into. It was time to make a difference. She remembered the path she had taken to reach them. It had been narrow and would provide them a reprieve. If they could get there. But she would see to it.

“I’m going to advance, stick with me and let’s make it through to a better place,” she said. Alyx summoned the last of her reserve strength and made a final push forward. The first few Blighters were taken by surprise, falling before they could react. The next layer stepped back, unsure of what to do. Alyx dashed into the space, Vincent sticking with her. She couldn’t risk turning back, to check on the others. But she knew that Lara would do the right thing.

The thief has good instincts. She’s a survivor. She looks familiar somehow, Alyx thought. But she pushed the thoughts away. She had an impossible mission to complete. One she had set herself, but one she would still achieve.

Her left foot slipped and threw her balance off. But she compensated and lurched forward. She stabbed at a Blighter with her sword and grabbed another to steady herself. Before it could lunge in to bite her Vincent cut it down in a smooth motion. Working together they made slow progress, but more and more incidents threatened to end their battle prematurely.

Swaying on her feet, Alyx spun around and changed her approach. Gesturing behind her, the group readjusted their position. She had reached the edge of the clearing and was shielding their retreat.

“There’s Blighters on the path,” Lara shouted.

“Less than here. And it’s tighter,” Alyx shouted back. She missed a Blighter, and it lunged for the advantage. Desperately she kicked it away and managed to inflict a slight cut with her sword. Vincent finished it off and stepped in front of her.

“You’ve done enough. You won’t survive any longer,” he said.

“It doesn’t matter now. This is a fitting end for a weapon like me,” Alyx said. She shoved Vincent aside, and ran into the thick of the remaining Blighters. Vincent swore, and started to follow. But he hesitated.

“Pull back,” he said. Alyx smiled. At least he understood what lay ahead. Now all she had to do was make sure it was a fitting death. She ignored defence and focused all her energy on attack. The Blighters shrunk back, confused, and frightened by this new approach. Alyx let loose, years of discipline and training and focus falling away. She could be free, and let her cares go. And this horde of Blighters would be a thrilling final stand.

There were too many. Her muscles started to cramp up and freeze. Her movements became stiff and the Blighters grew bolder. They started to surge forward, tripping over each other in their eagerness. Despite her best efforts, she was starting to get nicks and scratches from their claws and rudimentary blades.

Death by a thousand cuts. How ironic.

She laughed to herself. However, she didn’t notice one particular Blighter that wasn’t dead. It jumped up from the ground and went in for the bite. Alyx threw her arm up at the last instant to shield her face but couldn’t stop the bite. Its fangs sank in deep and her arm felt hot and cold at the same time.

No! Not like this!

She kicked the Blighter away and threw down her weapon, hoping they would kill her outright. She closed her eyes and waited for the end. But around her she only heard death and mayhem.

Cautiously she opened her eyes and looked around. Vincent and Alrion had joined the fight and were finishing off the final few Blighters. Lara was holding off those trying to join in from the path.

“I don’t understand,” she said as they approached her.

“I couldn’t stand by and watch you sacrifice yourself,” Alrion said. She could see a strange mix of anger and sadness in his expression. She knelt and retrieved her sword. She also used the movement to cover her arm. It didn’t feel right to reveal her situation just yet.

“What do I do now?” she whispered. She had let go and accepted her fate. But now, a new path was showing itself. But how long could she last before succumbing to the infection?

2

A KINDRED SPIRIT

“I’d love to complete the introductions, but I’ve had enough of Blighter innards for one day,” Lara said. She surveyed the area around them in disgust. What had originally been a simple camping spot was now a Blighter graveyard of horrors.

“Agreed. Do you know this forest well?” Alrion said to Alyx.

“Relatively. There’s no other spot like this, but I can lead us somewhere we can stop and rest a little,” she said. Lara could see the exhaustion on the warrior’s face, as much as she tried to ignore it. She couldn’t help wondering why this stranger had risked her life to help them.

I’ll keep an eye on her. If she’s hiding something, I’ll find it.

She stuck close to Alyx as they picked their way through the battlefield. She looked over at Alrion and saw him lost in thought.

Something is troubling him. Something more than just his condition. I’ll have to figure that out later, she thought. Another thing to take care of. Vincent seemed like the practical sort, but Lara wondered how they would fare without her. Alrion was in his own world more days than not, and this was dangerous country. Especially with the horde of Blighters they had just encountered. She hoped it wasn’t a sign of things to come.

Soon the clearing was behind them, and they continued along a narrow trail. The vegetation was thick and lush, suggesting the path had not been used in a while. Alyx was out front, stepping slowly but surely. She held her sword out, but only slashed at the most troublesome plants. Lara wasn’t sure if it was due to respect for nature or lack of energy. Either option seemed equally likely. She glanced over at Vincent to gauge his reaction.

He didn’t seem any different, just focused on the task ahead of them. He had been checking on Alrion though. So, he must have suspected something too.

I wish I knew more about this infection. There has to be more we can do.

Although it had been progressing slowly, it weighed on her mind every day. Every night she lay awake, listening out for signs of it progressing. Nothing was obvious, but the lack of any signs was in itself troubling. Her greatest fear was that it was progressing silently, and there would be no sign of it until too late.

In time they reached a small area with thinner tree cover. There was still thick vegetation, but also places to sit. Lara threw her pack onto a nearby shrub and sank into the grass. It was hard and slightly damp, but she didn’t care.

The rest did the same thing. Vincent spoke up first.

“Alyx, we are in your debt. You made the difference today, and I will be forever grateful.” He stood and bowed to her. Alyx waved him away.

“I accept your thanks, but it is not necessary. I followed my curiosity and decided I could not stand aside.”

“You were ready to die for us! Why?” Alrion said, full of wonder.

“I’d like to know too,” Lara said. Unlike Alrion, she gave Alyx a questioning look.

“I am not afraid of death. Especially now that my life’s work is done. It seemed like a fitting end, if that were the case. But, here we are. My story is not done yet,” Alyx said. She lay back, using one of the bushes behind her as a makeshift pillow.

“Please, share your story. At least some of it,” Vincent said.

“Very well. As you know, my name is Alyx. I was the only child to my father, and therefore the only heir to the Warden of the North.”

“Your father was Fenkirk?” Lara said. She couldn’t hide the surprise in her voice.

“That is correct. You may be aware, but he was slain by the Skull King when I was only eight years old.” Alyx paused. Lara knew of the story but didn’t know Fenkirk had had a daughter. She looked over at Alrion and Vincent and they appeared lost.

“I don’t think they are as familiar with the history around here. You may need to explain a little,” Lara said.

“The Skull King was one of the Four Generals of the Blight. We can discuss them later. All you need to know, however, is that he was completely evil and his head was all black with only his skull showing. He killed my father to prove his dominance, and conquered the rest of the area without opposition,” Alyx said. She spat into a nearby shrub. Lara could see the anger boiling up in Alyx. Surprisingly she noticed something similar in Alrion too.

What’s happening with him?

“I had no future. No woman can become the Warden. And the title means nothing if you can’t provide the people with leadership and safety. So, I took up my family sword, and swore revenge on the Skull King,” Alyx said. There was a satisfied look upon her face as she spoke, and Lara thought that perhaps Alyx had succeeded.

“That’s a hard life, to take on such a burden at such a young age,” Vincent said.

“It’s the life I chose, so it is not hard.”

“Your family’s sword? Wasn’t it famous?” Lara said.

“Yes. Both for its size and its legacy. It is called Andrylir.” Alyx looked at her hands, despondent for a moment. She quickly recovered, but not before Lara noticed.

“What does that mean?” Alrion said.

“It means ‘One Strike’.”

“Is there a reason for that? Is there a story around it?” Lara said.

“Yes, there is, and the legend is true. One strike from it can kill anything.”

“Impossible!” Vincent said.

“Believe what you want. But I took up the giant sword of my father, and turned myself into a living weapon. I thought of nothing else, did nothing else, until I could have my revenge.”

“You did it, didn’t you?” Lara said. A wicked smile crept along Alyx’s face.

“I did. At great cost, but I did. And now I’m here.”

“Without your sword and without a purpose,” Alrion said. Alyx looked like the wind had been knocked out of her. Lara turned her attention to Alrion.

That was incisive of him, she thought. Wonder and curiosity flowed through her in relation to his words.

“You have me at a loss, but I cannot deny your words. Perhaps there is another purpose for a weapon like me,” she said, her voice much quieter now. The pride that had infected it before was gone.

“I also said that I would show you my sword,” Vincent said. He stood slowly, taking the opportunity to stretch.

“Allow me. My father made both swords,” Alrion said. Before Vincent could react, Alrion unsheathed his sword and offered it to Alyx, pommel first. She grabbed it and Alrion sat back, satisfied.

“This is a beautiful blade,” Alyx said, turning it over and admiring it from many angles.

“The stone …” Lara said, pointing. She almost thought she had imagined it. A quick glow from the diamond in the pommel of the sword. But it wasn’t reflected light. There was a pale blue to the glow. She looked over at Alrion and he was looking at Alyx with interest.

“What do you mean?” Alyx said. But Vincent understood immediately. He strode over and examined the diamond while Alyx still held it.

“It’s faint but unmistakeable. You were bitten,” he said. Alyx shrank back.

“Who are you?” she said.

“The diamond reacts to those tainted by the Blight. If you were a Shade it would be bright blue,” Alrion said as he rose. He quietly stepped over to Alyx and retrieved the blade. The stone had a distinct glow to it, stronger than before. But still relatively pale.

“You also?” Alyx said, pointing at the diamond.

“Yes. But it hasn’t claimed me yet,” Alrion said before returning to his previous seat. He put the sword away and watched Alyx with a curious gaze. Lara wanted to quiz Alrion, but she decided to wait until later. For now, she had to get to the bottom of this new problem.

“When were you thinking of telling us?” Lara said. She didn’t hide the anger in her voice.

“Soon. I didn’t want to taint the purity of the gesture you made.”

“That’s why you threw your sword down,” Vincent said.

“Yes, I knew it was over. I am sorry for the confusion. It seemed like a fitting end, that was all.”

“It is a fitting end,” Lara said.

“It might be, if it was the end. But it won’t be. You’re coming with us,” Alrion said.

“She’s infected! This isn’t a game!” Lara shouted. She couldn’t believe what he was saying.

“She saved us. It’s the least I can do.”

“No, the least we can do is not harbour a threat like her. No offence, Alyx,” Lara said. She had to shut down this idea before it grew any further.

“What is she going to do? Infect me?” Alrion said, laughing. He had to be losing his mind.

“I do appreciate your kindness, but it would not be a kindness travelling with you and knowing that I will succumb to the infection and be a danger to you,” Alyx said.

“Would you change your mind if I told you I am going to find a cure,” Alrion said. He had a gleam in his eye and stared straight at Alyx. She sat up straighter, giving him all her attention.

“You should not toy with me like this.”

“I’m not. I’m on a quest to end the Blight, and I have a lead for how to get cured. The Mystics who live up in the mountains.”

“Fairy tales. You shouldn’t give yourself false hope,” Alyx said. She sank back into the greenery and watched the sky.

“No less of a fairy tale than the Pool of Knowledge. Which I found and drank from. Or the fact that my grandfather cured the Blight from Avaria,” Alrion said.

“You did what?” Alyx rose and stood over Alrion.

“I found the Pool and drank from it. It gives me visions of what I need for my quest. It showed me to the monks of the desert, and their secret trial of the Will. And now it is bringing me to the Mystics of the north. I know their power is crucial to cleansing the Blight. I just need to get there.”

“Your story is fanciful, yet plausible. But no matter, we will never get there in time.”

“How infected do I look?” Alrion said. He rose and stood close to Alyx. She looked him up and down.

“Judging from the mark a few days. But you don’t seem to have some of the other signs.”

“It’s been a week,” Alrion said quietly.

“We can’t let this happen,” Lara said to Vincent. She could sense the conversation turning and didn’t want it to continue.

“I’m seeing both sides here. Alyx is an incredibly effective fighter. We could use the help,” Vincent said.

“And when she turns?” Lara said.

“If we don’t make it in time, we can deal with her. We just dealt with a whole clearing of Blighters,” Vincent said.

“I’m already infected. We just need to keep you two safe. And monitor her progress. The diamond should help,” Alrion said.

“I just—” Lara said, but Alrion interrupted.

“There’s something you all should know. This whole attack was my fault.” Alrion paused and waited. After a few seconds he continued.

“Wraith has been taunting me ever since that day. He’s inside my head, whenever he wants. I have been working at blocking him out, but it’s exhausting and I’m still learning how to deal with this. The Blight is affecting me too somehow. My emotions surge more, especially what we might consider darker emotions. Like anger. And so earlier today I lost it. And look what happened!” Alrion grew very quiet. Lara tried to speak but choked up. She walked over and gave him a hug.

“Don’t beat yourself up, we’re here for you remember. Have you been carrying this all by yourself?” she said.

“Yes, I’ve been trying to be strong. And I’ve given Alyx a death sentence at the same time. That’s why we have to bring her with us. It’s her only chance. And we owe her that much.”

Alyx closed her eyes and looked down. Vincent walked over to join Alrion too.

“We’re with you son, and don’t worry Alyx can join us if she’s willing. I actually think it’s her best chance too. The risk is not too great, and she will be a fine addition to our group,” he said.

“I understand why you want her to come and won’t stop it. I guess I’ll just have to keep my eyes on you,” Lara said, looking directly at Alyx. She finally understood what was going on with Alrion.

Why didn’t he just say something? They were close enough for that.

“You are all assuming that I want to come,” Alyx said finally.

“I know you will,” Alrion said. His voice had a confidence that Lara didn’t understand.

“How can you know my mind when I haven’t even decided?”

“Because you haven’t said no yet. And I need to cure you. You are infected because of me, so as soon as I am cured, and I have the power to do so myself you will be my first case. That’s why you must come.”

Alyx rose stiffly from the ground. She walked over to Alrion.

“Please stand,” she said. Alrion stood with a little rockiness.

“I, Alyx Vanstar, Warden of the North and Slayer of the Skull King, do hereby pledge my life into the service of Alrion.” She completed the gesture by plugging her short sword into the ground in front of her.

“I accept your service. And I hereby pledge that I will cure you from this infection. Once I do so, you will be released to do whatever you wish,” Alrion said. He removed her sword and handed it back to her. Alyx bowed and sat back down.

“Now that we’re all friends, what’s the plan?” Lara said.

“We need to brief Alyx on the way and continue on our journey.”

“Do you know your destination?” Alyx said.

“Not exactly. Just that it’s north, at the snowy peaks,” Alrion said.

“That helps, there is only one region that could be. But those mountains are vast and treacherous. We will need more guidance.”

“It will come.”

“Very well. Then I suggest we head to the nearest town and resupply ourselves. We will need much for this journey.”

“Agreed. Do you have a place in mind?” Vincent said.

“I do.”

“Then let’s make a start. We can talk on the way, and the further we get from this mess the better,” Vincent said. He started to work through their belongings. Lara approached Alrion with care, putting a hand on his shoulder. He turned to face her.

“You’re not alone. Don’t carry this burden by yourself,” she said softly. Alrion took her hand gingerly and warmed between his own. Then he returned her hand.

“I must. I can’t taint you with it and weigh you down. You deserve to be free,” he said, sadness in his eyes. He blinked away a potential tear and turned to look for his belongings. Lara’s heart cried out.

I have to find a way to help him.

3

LEFT BEHIND

Celes had been incredibly patient. She had kept a low profile, avoiding areas of Plynth that would be accessed by the network of Tainted. It was infuriating but she knew it was important. Eventually Vincent would send word and confirm that everything was all right.

Except he hadn’t. It had been over a week, and she was tired of waiting.

I just need a way to find them. And I know just the place, she thought. The one place she had been avoiding, was the place she needed to go. Regardless of the outcome of the clash in the desert, she knew that the Tainted would have information and perhaps even instructions on what to do next.

I need to start with Glinda.

It made perfect sense. Glinda was either an ally, or too compromised by the help she had already given them to run to the leaders of the Tainted. If Glinda was still trusted, she might find out something useful.

She will definitely tell me something.

She checked her outfit and left the small house with confidence. Her boots echoed noisily on the stone walkway outside. For the first time she wasn’t trying to sneak around. She didn’t care if she was found.

Celes started by walking around to the barracks near the town gates. She knew Glinda was a guard, so it was the most logical place to look. Acting like she belonged, Celes walked right into the building. There were a few people loitering around, and those that were paid her no attention.

“Head up, you belong here,” Celes told herself. After a quick lap around the barracks she saw no sign of Glinda. She stopped beside a guard standing around near the entrance. He was staring off at something else, his mind elsewhere.

“Have you seen Glinda this morning?” Celes said. The guard was initially startled and ran his hand through his hair.

“Oh, ahh no, I don't think so. She must be on patrol,” he said. Celes thought he was very odd.

“Are you new?” she said.

“Yes, how did you know?”

“Oh, I just know most of the faces around here.”

“Do you want me to pass on a message?”

“No, that’s fine I’ll just see her later. Thanks,” Celes said. She waved at the guard and left. As helpful as it would have been to leave a message, she didn’t trust that guard. And she didn’t want to compromise Glinda. There was no knowing how many of the guard were Tainted.

It was a strange position to be in, relying on a Tainted guard. She would never have expected it, but Vincent had been insistent, and she had come to realise that there was something different about Glinda. She was Tainted but trying to live her own life.

Maybe there’s a whole lot of people like that out there. Wanting to be different but trapped by the infection? she thought. It was certainly a perspective she had never considered before. But then again, she had been living another life. Sheltered, and focusing on her family. Tales of the Blight had been fanciful stories to the folk of Hamley.

Celes headed back to the blacksmith shop where Vincent had been working. She found the owner working in the shop and approached him.

“Hello, I’m sorry I forgot your name. But my husband Will was working here recently,” she said.

“Oh, no problem. It’s John. Is everything alright?”

“Everything is fine. He had to leave suddenly for family reasons, but I thought he would be back by now. So, I just wanted to stop by and let you know.” Celes could see the real concern on the man’s face slowly change into relief.

“Oh, great. I was really worried. I never really paid him, and he completed a lot of work. I felt really bad that something had happened, and I never had a chance to properly compensate him!”

“It’s all fine, don’t worry he was happy enough for the experience. Have you had more trouble with the guards?”

“No, they backed right off after that last incident. It’s been very quiet. I managed to get my orders out and it’s all been busy. I do miss having Will around though, he’s fantastic. I hope everything’s all right. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t even know where he was staying!” John looked flustered and apologetic. Celes thought it was sweet.

“I feel bad about not coming to see you sooner. For now, assume that he won’t be back for a while. I’ll make sure he does see you though.”

“That would be nice, I need to thank him in person, even if he won’t be sticking around. You take care,” John said. He waved at Celes then returned to his work.

At least that’s taken care of now.

Next, she took the main path between the blacksmith and the council chambers. It was the best next step. She knew Glinda frequented that route in the past. Plus, she expected that the councilman would still be active. All they had done was embarrass him, and probably only to a limited audience.

She spotted several guards as she went, but none paid her any attention. There were market stalls up, and she could smell the spiced meats tempting her in. There were many other handmade goods as well, such as garments, wooden trinkets, and even some blacksmith toys and tools.

Celes stopped suddenly. She picked up a blacksmith puzzle and looked it over carefully. It was so similar to one that Vincent had made for her years ago.

I remember the day so vividly, she thought. It was her test, to see how good he was and how willing he was to work on other things. He had passed with flying colours. Even then she had spotted something special in him.

Just be safe. She put the puzzle back down, smiled at the vendor, and kept walking.

“You’re getting too sentimental. Everything is fine,” she told herself. Celes quickened her pace and soon saw the council building looming. A shiver went down her spine as she remembered her last encounter there, and what happened after.

I’ll just have a quick look, she thought. After a quick glance left and right, she eased into the flow of pedestrians and entered the council building. As before the room was full of people, some bunched together in conversations, others trying to get the attention of officials. Celes wove her way through, heading directly for the passage that led to the council chambers.

It was a risk heading back there, but she needed to investigate. And she felt confident that she could leave quickly if she was spotted. With a sure step she entered the hallway and looked for people. There were some administrators walking around, but few others. Celes carefully navigated down the corridor, heading for the room at the end. Where the councillor worked.

It’s safer here, it’s more public, she thought, reassuring herself. As she approached, she slowed down, ensuring her footsteps were quiet and wouldn’t draw attention. She listened out for voices, and only heard the general murmur coming from the main hall. Most of the doors she had passed were closed, which explained the lack of noise.

She crept along, trying not to look too suspicious. The door to the councillor’s chamber was half-open. When she couldn’t hear anything, she flattened herself next to the wall and listened closely. Nothing.

Next, she peered through the crack in the door hinge, trying to see inside. She didn’t see any evidence of people.

Seems empty, I’ll take a quick peek.

She quickly entered the room and verified it was empty. Then she reached for the door.

“No, better it’s untouched,” she told herself. She retracted her arm and looked around the room. It was a simple arrangement, even though each piece of furniture was heavy and expensive. A large desk dominated the space, with the councillor’s chair behind. It was larger, more padded, and detailed than the two visitor chairs.

Celes stepped around the ornate desk, skimming her eyes over the stacks of paper. Most were reports or letters, but all were concerned with general council matters. Nothing she could use.

To be expected. They seem to do all their communication another way, she thought. Satisfied that there was nothing useful, she approached the door and glanced out.

“Damn!” she whispered and hid behind the door. There was a guard walking down the hallway. His steps were heavy and loud, and they weren’t slowing.

I’ll talk my way out.

She started working on her story. The footsteps started to slow, and finally stopped. Celes could see the guard standing in the doorway.

“I know you’re in there. Meet me in the laneway behind the chambers, and don’t attract any attention,” a female voice said. It sounded familiar, so Celes could only assume it was Glinda.

If I keep getting spotted like this, I’ll have to hand in my thief card, Celes thought with a laugh. Although, to be fair, she normally operated at night. These daytime infiltrations were a new thing. She retraced her steps, walking through the corridor like she belonged there. Nobody challenged her, although most were busy or behind closed doors.

She emerged into the main room and joined the flow of people.

Well, I found Glinda. Doesn’t matter how it happened. Now I can get some answers, she thought as she left the building and walked around looking for the lane access. She turned left into the first cross street, and before long found a lane that extended behind the council chambers.

It was narrow and full of rubbish. Celes could smell that before she saw it. There were plenty of places to hide, which was comforting and risky at the same time. She stepped through carefully, trying to find the guard.

“Over here,” a voice said. Celes followed the voice and stepped behind a large crate full of wet paper. She saw Glinda standing there.

“Oh, good it is you. Come here often?” Celes said, gesturing at the lovely surroundings.

“No, which means we will not be spotted together. What are you doing?”

“Looking for leads. Vincent hasn’t returned, and the Tainted are my best link to find him.”

“There’s some sort of upheaval going on. Wraith is mobilising lots of Tainted in the north. But I don’t get most of the communication,” Glinda said. She sounded tired.

“Is everything alright? Were there any repercussions from when we escaped?”

“Some. I was put on guard duty for the mansion. I had to stand outside for fourteen hours a day. It was my punishment.”

“They didn’t suspect anything?”

“If they did, they’re over it now. By having me there I proved my loyalty since they were able to observe everything. Thanks for backing off.”

“Of course. And the councillor?”

“He flew into a terrible rage. But he didn’t really have anyone to focus it on. So, we all copped it. I think Wraith was more amused than anything else. It was just a humiliation that passed. All in all, it could have been worse,” Glinda said. She had a concerned look on her face, and she directed it at Celes.

“So now you’re wondering why I’m showing up to cause you more trouble?”

“Exactly.”

“Well, I’ve been hiding out and staying out of sight. But it’s been over a week now and I haven’t heard anything from Vincent. I was hoping you might have something you can tell me?” Celes really needed something. Glinda was her last hope. Glinda looked around the alley and stepped in closer. She expertly avoided some trash on the ground.

“There has been some talk. The last thing you heard about was the desert attack, right?”

“Yes. And the damn councillor was so gleeful about it as well.”

“I’m not sure what happened, but it didn’t end as expected. There’s some sort of chase on now.”

“That sounds promising. Like they made it away.”

“I would assume so. But I have a bad feeling. I can’t explain it, but I don’t think Wraith achieved nothing. I’ve heard him before when something completely failed, and he’s ruthless. And if something went wrong and it was his fault, he still makes everyone else feel it. But I don’t get the same feeling.”

“You think he achieved a victory of some kind? Even if there’s some sort of chase going on?”

“Yes. I know it’s a little vague, but it feels like an important detail,” Glinda said with care. Her eyes darted around again, and she crept closer still, leaning in. She whispered in Celes’s ear.

“There’s something else. They’re using some sort of special Trackers. It’s a type of Tainted I’ve never heard of before,” she said. As soon as she had spoken, she stepped back. Celes’s eyes widened and she thought through the implications.

“I need to meet one,” she finally said. Glinda nodded.

“I have someone in mind actually. But I’m warning you, he’ll want some kind of deal in return for helping you.”

“That’s fine, I can negotiate that. It’s too important to pass up,” Celes said. Glinda acknowledged Celes with a slight nod and beckoned her to follow. Celes’s mind was running wild with theories and plans. But she solidified it all into one thought.

I’m coming.

4

PATH OF THE SWORD

Alyx led them through the woods and back to a path of sorts. Alrion welcomed the open space. He had felt so confined, especially when the Blighters boxed them in.

It’s crowded enough in my head, need a little space out here, he thought, laughing to himself. He appreciated Lara’s offer of help, but he couldn’t accept it. Not in its current form. He wouldn’t burden her with the taunting, the feeling of being weighed down slowly. The weight of a thousand angry, mindless beings trying to pile on him. No, this was better. He just had to watch his temper.

In these times he would almost reach out to his Spark. But he shuddered at the memory of the one time he had. Even the thought of reaching through that murky filth was enough to put him off. There was no reason to keep thinking about it. But he couldn’t resist, since it was off limits. He needed to occupy himself. He sped up until he was alongside Alyx.

“How did you learn to fight like that?” he said.

“Years of intense training. And focus. Why?”

“I need to learn something. I’m useless right now without my power. I can’t afford to be a liability when the stakes are this high.”

“It will help with your anger management too,” Alyx said. She turned to look at him again, sizing him up. Alrion felt inadequate, but he didn’t know why.

“That sounds like it could help. I need something to focus on, since I can’t do any magic. Would you be able to train me?”

“I can. But you must follow my instructions to the letter. There’s no point otherwise.”

“I can do that.” Alrion imagined fighting better. It seemed like a great idea to defend himself without using his power. He could see himself fighting off nearby Blighters with a sword then burning others at range seconds later. He got a little carried away with his imagination and found himself swinging his right arm. Alyx stifled a small laugh, but Lara didn’t hold back at all.

“Practicing, are we?” she joked.

“Just warming up,” Alrion said, his cheeks reddening.

Why do I have to be so awkward?

It hurt more with Alyx there. She was so cool and focused and to the point, that he felt like more like a clown in comparison.

“I used to do that kind of thing. You must have inherited it,” Vincent said with a chuckle. That made Alrion feel better. His father had a knack for changing the mood.

“I’ve never trained anyone before, but you seem keen so I’m sure it will work. We will start slow and ramp it up. I’m afraid my body needs a proper recovery before we get too advanced,” Alyx said. Alrion nodded and turned to take in the scenery. The windy road was taking them far away from the forest, and into some sparse plains.

They stopped briefly for a snack, before pushing on.

“It’s so exposed here, we need to reach somewhere more sheltered to rest this evening,” Alyx said.

“I couldn’t agree more,” Vincent said. He was looking around at the surroundings and seemed concerned. Alrion was looking forward to a rest, but not the quiet it would bring. He wasn’t looking forward to fending off Wraith again. Things were easier during the day when he was occupied and had people around. But at night it was far worse. Sometimes his mind turned to thoughts of Wraith and the Blight unbidden. He found it difficult to think of anything else.

Soon they came upon some rolling hills, and Alyx led them into a dense copse of trees nestled into a hill. It made for a nice sheltered spot, with lots of space around.

“This looks great,” Vincent said. He immediately started setting up camp with what they had available.

“I’m just going to do a quick scout around,” Lara said. She dropped her bag and took off.

“Don’t worry, it’s safe here,” Alyx said to Alrion.

“Have you used this spot before?”

“A long time ago during a terrible storm. Hopefully, we fare better tonight.” Alyx slowly seated herself against a tree. She closed her eyes and relaxed.

“How did you become so focused?”

“It’s just a state of mind. With practice you can achieve it.”

“You sound like the monks I met in the desert,” Alrion said, laughing.

“I’ve heard of them. Capable warriors and strong willed. Didn’t you mention some sort of trial there?”

“Yes. I can’t talk about it, but it taught me a lot.”

“Well, you probably have all the tools you need. It then becomes about throwing away the distractions. For me it was simple.”

“Why?”

“I watched my father be murdered in front of me. It was nothing to discard everything else. Too easy, in fact,” Alyx said. She stared off into the distance.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring that up,” Alrion said.

“It’s fine, it was a long time ago. And he has been avenged.”

“What happened to your family sword?”

“Long story. Suffice to say it’s gone.” She drew her short sword and turned it over in her hands.

“This is not suitable for training. Not ideal for sparring due to its length, not safe enough and won’t last long against your Runesteel. Let’s skip to real swords. Vincent, can I borrow yours?”

“Sure,” he said, handing her the scabbard. Alyx put her sword away on the grass nearby and drew the Runesteel sword.

“Let’s see how this works,” she said. She strode over to one of the trees nearby with purpose in her step. In one fluid motion she slashed out with her arm. The tree offered no resistance, and after a moment’s delay was neatly sliced open. The cut portion tumbled down causing a loud bang.

“Well, now they know where we are!” Lara said with frustration.

“The sound will carry, but not far. Don’t worry. The sword has a good balance to it, you are very skilled, Vincent.”

“Thank you.” Vincent gave her a short bow.

“Alrion we will train with these. You shouldn’t be fast enough to injure me, but let’s start slow, just in case. I’d rather not lose any limbs.”

“Not until I can heal you,” Alrion said, trying to make a joke. He thought he saw a partial smile from Alyx, but it was gone in an instant, so he wasn’t sure.

“Ready your sword,” she said. Alrion shuffled his feet and drew his sword, holding it out. His muscles were tense, awaiting his commands.

“Too stiff, and too forced. You need to be light and reactive. Tension will cause you to move slowly and make mistakes. You will drop your blade.” Alyx walked over and shifted Alrion’s legs and adjusted his posture.

“Still too stiff. Imagine that you just had a long hot bath,” she said. Alrion gave her a strange look.

Did she really just say that?

“You think that I don’t bathe? That’s quite insulting,” Alyx said. Lara burst out laughing.

“It just seemed like an odd suggestion,” Alrion said.

“I think it’s quite accurate really. Heat is a great way to relax your muscles,” Vincent said. Alrion started to speak again but stopped himself. He tried to loosen up.

“Better, for now.” Alyx walked back until she was several paces away. “Follow my movements,” she said, taking him through a simple exercise. Alrion followed along, paying particular attention to allow him to copy her exactly.

* * *

Hours later they took a break. Alrion was bent over, drawing in deep breaths and leaning on his sword.

“You look tired now,” Alyx said.

“I am.”

“Good. One final movement. Do the whole sequence,” she said. Alrion’s arms were heavy, and his shoulders ached. Even his legs were complaining. The day’s events, the walking, and now the training had worn him out. But he complied all the same.

He was too tired to worry about the finer movements, letting his sword flow the easiest way.

“Good. Again. Continue,” Alyx said. Alrion gathered one final burst of energy, and rather than step away Alyx blocked it. The meeting of the swords rang out through the clearing. With a slight push she sent Alrion tumbling back, and he found himself seated on the ground.

“Now you can rest,” Alyx said. She slowly walked over to Vincent to return the sword then eased herself down. Alrion watched her very carefully.

“I see you’re sore and tired too!”

“Of course. After two battles, hours of walking and another training session with you. I’m only human after all.”

“So you say,” Alrion muttered under his breath.

“You did a lot better at the end there. What changed?” Lara said. She quickly dropped down and sat right next to him.

“I was too tired to think about what I was doing. It was part memory, part instinct.”

“And that’s why it looked more fluid. Don’t you think Vincent?” Lara said.

“Definitely. You’re making great progress. Maybe you can hang up your wizard robe,” Vincent said.

“I wouldn’t do that just yet,” Alyx said with a smile.

“If you insist. Not that I can do anything right now,” Alrion said. He had reminded himself of the infection. He felt around his neck, seeing if there was any change. But there was nothing to feel. The mark had spread, but it was only colouring. It didn’t have any dimension to it.

“It seems to have stabilised, well in terms of looks,” Lara said.

“I might have to start wearing a scarf.”

“It won’t look out of place once we get further north,” Vincent said.

“True. I think I might turn in,” Alrion said. He said his goodnights and found himself a comfortable nook to set up for sleep. As he lay down, he had one last thought.

I’m way too tired to care about anything right now. What a relief.

* * *

Alrion rose gingerly, feeling the stiffness and pain throughout his muscles. He hadn’t felt like this since the first day of his apprenticeship as a blacksmith.

“You look a little uncomfortable,” Lara said. She was perched on a rock nearby watching him.

“I haven’t had a workout like that, probably ever.” Alrion tried massaging his calf muscles, but they remained the same.

“It gets harder before it gets easier,” Alyx said. She approached and tossed him a hunk of bread.

“Eat quickly and get packed. We need to make it to town today, and the sooner the better,” she said. Before Alrion could respond she had turned and walked away.

“She looks well-rested,” he said.

“I know. Maybe she’s not human,” Lara said, chuckling.