Despite not having any idea what they were saying due to having taken of my Myrian comprehension band, it made me feel like a weirdo watching Lysandra and Saelia talk from a nearby armchair. So, I pulled out my phone to try soaking up my attention. My thumb flicked across the display in a rhythmic cycle as I aimlessly flipped through my bestiary, failing to tune out what was going on around me. They spoke to one another in hushed voices. Lysandra’s words were firm, but her frustration could still be heard bubbling just beneath the surface of her tempered voice. In contrast to the angelic woman’s controlled anger, Saelia mostly listened. The few times she spoke, however, her tone was deflated and tired. After about ten minutes, movement caught my eye. I looked up to find Lysandra leaning towards Saelia. Arms slipping between the couch and the shadow primal’s back, she hugged the other woman fiercely and whispered something in her ear. A moment later, she let go and straightened be
“Damn, I wish I had wings…” I said with a grin, watching Lysandra as she flew up to the walkway overlooking the lobby of Stone Lock. When she’d disappeared into the library, I got up and went over to the couch to sit next to Saelia. I laid my arm along the backrest behind her and gave her my undivided attention. “So, what’s up?” She leaned against me, closing her eyes as her head rested on my shoulder. “I have a couple of things on my mind I wish to talk to you about…” “Such as?” I asked, relieved that she was going to come out and tell me what was bothering her without me having to dig it out of her. “Firstly, I wanted to tell you that I’m grateful for you standing by me. You could have easily gone with Mark and likely be showered in rewards for your obedience to him and the Tenth Kingdom… But you didn’t.” “It was an easy choice,” I said, hiding my irritation at the implication there was even part of her that thought I might run. “Even so… I’m grateful.” “What's the second thin
I stood with Saelia in my arms at the top of the spiral staircase. In front of us was the open door to her room, and beyond the threshold was nothing but impenetrable darkness. Dank, cold air wafted from it, making me feel like I was staring into a long-forgotten tomb. I willed the sun shards in the room to turn on, but I got no response. Frustration wiped the smile off my face. The idea of there being no sun shards in the warden’s room was absurd. Saelia must’ve been behind their inoperation in a last ditch effort to keep me from seeing her room. “Saelia, there’s sun shards in your room, right? I’m having trouble turning them on,” I asked, keeping suspicious accusation out of my tone. “They’re out of flame and light spirit… I never got around to refilling them when they ran dry,” she muttered, clumsily trying to shift out of my arms. Feeling like an asshole for assuming she was actively keeping them off, my stomach sank at her explanation. “Why not?” I set her down and offered
Sitting next to Saelia in the pitch blackness of her room, I stared at her blindly. “That’s not true!” The incredulous response from my heart bypassed my brain and rushed straight out of my mouth. “Mark doesn’t know shit!” “No, he does…” Frustrated anger simmered in me. It threatened to boil over at the way she was talking about herself, but I managed to stifle the urge to righteously dismiss the ridiculous claims. Instead, I attacked the root of the problem. “What happened in New Venice is the reason you won’t use your Scorcher magic, right?” Wimpers leaked from her as her effort to control her voice wavered. “Yes…” “It’s the reason you feel like this?” “Yes…” “Alright, tell me what happened. I’ll tell you after if I think you’re a monster or not.” “Please… Don’t make me do this…” My heart tensed at the quivering fear in her exhausted voice, but I pressed forward. “I don’t think you’re a monster… but this seems to be the only way I can think of to convince you of it.” “Y
Closing the door behind me, I stepped into Stone Lock’s cozy library. At the room’s center, Lysandra sat at a table beneath a cluster of sun shards hanging from the ceiling. Book in hand, her eyes trailed across the pages as she read. When I entered, her attention slid to me. “She is asleep, right?” “Yup, out cold. She said she’ll come down whenever she wakes up.“ I pulled out a chair and sat down at the square table. Remembering my promise to Saelia not to tell Lysandra about our conversation, I tried to steer the conversation in a different direction. My mouth curved into a teasing grin at the angelic woman and I nodded at the book. “‘The Needful Elf’? You and Saelia really do enjoy cultured literature.” “Yes, I do. What is it to you?” she said, a hint of sheepish defensiveness coloring her expression. “Nothing,” I said with a small chuckle. “You just don’t seem like the type.” “Oh? What ‘type’ am I?” she asked, a hint of annoyance and challenge creeping into her voice.
The declaration that she wanted to train had caught me off guard, considering we’d almost died last night, but when I’d processed what she’d said, a smile curved my lips. With the entrance exam for Chromaryn Academy approaching and after getting my ass beat by Faelius and Mark, I was determined to get stronger. So, when the angelic woman told me she wanted to train, I’d deferred feeing her until later and instead bubbled with eager excitement as I followed her from the library. Because I’d forgotten to ask for permission to unlock the front door to Stone Lock, Lysandra and I had settled for the open space between the entrance and the lounge. The warm light of the constellation of sun shards hanging from the stone ceiling felt like afternoon sunshine on my skin. I wore conjured black combat fatigues, boots, and a t-shirt. The only part of my armor I wore was my belt and gun holster. I hadn’t yet gotten around to cleaning the blood and grime off the rest. About half a dozen feet
Lysandra charged at me from across the far side of Stone Lock’s main room. The excitement and burning power in her eyes made my heart thunder in my chest as flustered panic grew in me. Unlike Saelia, Lysandra didn’t zigzag or attempt anything resembling a tactical approach. Instead, she simply rushed towards me like a raging bull. I leveled the barrel of my gun and unloaded all six rounds into her. Each hit created splatters of glowing blue liquid on her chest, stomach, shoulder, and cheek. By the time I’d fired my last bullet, she’d closed the distance between us to no more than ten feet. There wouldn’t be time to reload, so I dropped the gun. As the empty firearm fell, I tossed the wooden breacher from my non-dominant left hand to my right. But before my fingers could even wrap around the handle, Lysandra was in arm’s reach. She swiped at me lazily with a slow hook. Just grabbing my dagger in time, I ducked the attack, feeling as thought I’d just dodged a baseball bat despite
Over the next three days, Lysandra had used me like a sexual chew toy to relieve her frustration over Saelia not letting us sleep in her room and my deflections when asked why. Fortunately, though, this frustration didn’t bleed into her dedication to her mission to improve my proficiency with my left hand and my ability to conjure items under pressure. Saelia had mostly slept, but came down like she promised whenever she was awake. During this time, she’d mostly recovered from her spiritual overdraft, and with this, she gradually returned to being her usual cheery self. Part of me was relieved to see her mood lift. However, my worry for her had not eased, because she still hadn’t told me what’d happened in New Venice. Waiting had been frustrating, but this morning Lysandra had said she believed Saelia would likely be fully recovered by the time dinner rolled around. Tonight was the night… I just wished I could fast forward time to get there faster. Lysandra, Saelia, and I sa