David Wells - Cursed Bones

Isabel raced to the main room.

“Trajan, is there another way out? Regency soldiers are coming fast.”

Severine looked old and haggard, like something within him had broken when he learned the truth of the Sin’Rath, but his eyes cleared slightly at Isabel’s question.

“One level up is another escape route,” he said.

“Lead the way,” Isabel said, “we don’t have much time.”

They reached the level above and found a pitched battle taking place between two squads. The Regency were faring better, employing group tactics, fighting in a formation that took advantage of the limited area of the battlefield, using shields in conjunction with spears to present a united front.

The Karth guards were trying to breach their defensive line but only had numerous injuries to show for their trouble. Unfortunately for the Regency, Trajan and his men came up behind their shield line and attacked without warning or mercy. The battle ended very quickly.

Severine led them to a storeroom, everyone filing inside, when soldiers started pouring into the other end of the hallway from the staircase. First dozens, then scores, of female soldiers, all trained and equipped as well as any soldier ever fielded.

“Hector, I want you to go with Ayela,” Isabel said. “Protect her and be ready because at some point I’m going to need you.”

“What are you planning, Lady Reishi?” Hector said.

“I’m going to buy you the time you need to escape,” Isabel said. “Ayela, Trajan, thank you.”

With that she turned and ran down the hallway shouting, “Help!”

Behind her she heard Hector and Ayela yell her name but she ignored them, focusing on her plan.

The lead soldiers fanned out and formed up as Isabel approached.

“Halt! Who are you?”

“My name is Isabel Reishi. Go fetch your commander.”

The soldiers looked back and forth at each other, unsure what to do when a wraithkin pushed his way past the battle line and approached Isabel confidently, a devious smile spreading across his lips.

“Hello, Sister,” he said.

Isabel drew her dagger and slashed his throat in a stroke. His expression was one of stunned shock when he tried to blink and couldn’t, slumping to the ground, bleeding out in a pool of red. The hall fell deadly quiet, all of the soldiers eyeing Isabel with a mixture of fear and awe.

“I’m not your sister,” Isabel said to the dying wraithkin, then looked at the soldiers. “Someone go get your commander or I’ll start killing you,” she said, casually cleaning off her dagger. A few moments later, a woman with emblems of rank pushed through the soldiers arrayed before Isabel.

“What is the meaning of this?” she demanded, a look of alarm ghosting across her face when she saw the dead wraithkin.

“Are you the commander of this unit?” asked Isabel.

“Yes, I’m Commander Henna of the Regency Army. And who are you?”

“I’m Lady Isabel Reishi. Take me to Prince Phane.”

Chapter 47

Alexander appeared next to his sister. She was lying still in the snow, focusing on her breathing. He could see from her colors that she was in great pain and from the unnatural angle of her leg, he could understand why.

Ixabrax howled in misery, his mighty voice fading into the distance.

“How bad is it?” Alexander asked.

Abigail opened her eyes and blinked a few times to focus. “Bad. I can’t walk.”

“Hang on, I’ll be right back.” He vanished and appeared next to Anatoly. Magda was there, carefully helping him disentangle himself from the charred remains of a dragon. She finally worked him free and both of them fell into the snow.

“How bad?”

“Been better,” Anatoly said.

“Magda, can you keep them alive for a week?”

“If I can keep Zuhl off our trail, then yes.”

“Good, stay alive. Help is on the way,” Alexander said, vanishing.

***

Abigail smiled with satisfaction as she flew over Zuhl’s naval yard and saw two giant ships and the docks surrounding them completely destroyed by fire, smoke still marring the horizon.

She’d spent nearly a week in a cramped snow cave with Anatoly and Magda. By the time the Sky Knights arrived, she was delirious from the pain of her injury, and Anatoly had slipped into a fever and was nearly gone. Several hours after the Knights gave each of them a healing draught, they were both strong enough to fly.

Alexander had organized a rescue mission disguised as an all-out attack. The combined forces of two flights, nearly two hundred Sky Knights had made the journey. With Zuhl’s dragons gone, wyverns ruled the air.

The main thrust of the attack had been the docks in Zuhl’s CrescentBay. Over a hundred Sky Knights, armed with self-igniting firepots set the entire port ablaze. Even though the ships were all protected with shields, the fire was able to spread along the dock to two of the giant vessels, completely destroying both of them.

While the attack was taking place, a wing of Sky Knights found Abigail, Anatoly, and Magda, bringing with them the healing draughts and a witch who knew a few healing spells. Within a few hours, Abigail was in the air, bundled tightly in several fur coats and blankets.

The channel crossing was cold and painful, her leg still aching, though not nearly as badly as it had the previous week. Abigail smiled again when she saw the bombed-out remains of the Irondale port. Five vessels, all nearly complete, destroyed in their berths, each the target of one of Mage Gamaliel’s explosive weapons. The third prong to the attack. One wing had delivered five explosive weapons, one to a ship. While they were protected by shields as well, the strategy was to allow the weapons to sink into the water beside the ships before detonating them … and it had worked.

Each berth was nothing but a crater blasted into the shoreline, debris littering the water in every direction.

***

Alexander watched the ship gracefully slip into the cave and drop anchor. A few moments later, a gangplank bridged the gap between the stone shelf where he stood and the deck of the ship. Captain Kalderson came ashore.

Bragador, Anja, Jack, and, of course, Chloe were all there to greet the captain. Alexander’s leg still hurt and he couldn’t run for more than a few dozen steps, but he’d given up his cane and was anxious to be on his way, even if that meant a painful goodbye.

“Hello, Captain,” Alexander said.

“Lord Reishi, it’s so good to see you alive,” Kalderson said, nervously. “I’d have never of left you if I’d known you weren’t dead, I swear it.”

“I know, don’t give it another thought.”

Kalderson drew himself up and nodded. “Right then, I can be ready to sail with the morning tide.”

“Very good, please make the preparations,” Alexander said. “We’ll be leaving tomorrow.”

“Please don’t go,” Anja said, starting to cry.

“Anja, we’ve been through this. You know I have to … I have responsibilities.”

“But I love you,” she said, breaking down in tears.

“Child, this is for the best,” Bragador said softly.

“No, it’s not,” Anja shouted. For a moment it looked like she wanted to run away but wasn’t sure which direction to go, then she hugged Alexander fiercely.

“I love you and I will miss you every moment of every day,” she said through her sobs. “This is too hard. I can’t do it anymore. Goodbye, Alexander.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat as she turned away and ran for the cave entrance, jumping off into the surf and transforming into her true form midflight, roaring in anguish as she took to wing.

“I love you, too,” Alexander whispered, wiping a tear from his cheek.

***

The journey was long, almost two weeks, traversing nearly half the Isle of Karth. Isabel had insisted that the entire force accompany her back to the Regency fortress, ostensibly to provide her with adequate security, but actually to prevent them from pursuing Trajan and Ayela. The jungles of northern Karth gave way to a vast savanna stretching across the isle, home to many range animals and a variety of large hunting cats.