Chris Evans - A Darkness Forged in Fire

A tree cracked just outside the clearing.

Konowa jumped to his feet so fast it felt as if he broke another rib. He stumbled to his musket and picked it up, spinning in a slow circle as he searched the edges of the clearing. Jir raised his muzzle from the inside of a rakke and growled in response.

"What is it?" the woman whispered, the wicked-looking dagger magically reappearing in her right hand.

"There were four rakkes," Konowa said, pointing the muzzle of the musket at the bodies, "but we only killed three."

"Surely your bengar killed it somewhere nearby," the woman said, gesturing at Jir, who was looking questioningly at Konowa.

Turning to Jir, Konowa made a clenched fist then threw his arm out and opened his hand wide. "Hunt," he commanded. The animal rumbled a deep sound and disappeared into the forest in a single bound.

"Will he find it?" she asked, coming to stand next to Konowa even as she wrinkled her nose.

Konowa kept his eyes on the trees, but was very aware of her presence beside him. Heat roiled off her like the open door of a smithy's furnace. Then again, it might have been the pain of his rib cage.

"Maybe, maybe not. If that thing didn't look back it could be a long way from here." He spotted his cartridge pouch on the ground and walked over to it, deciding he'd better reload while he could.

"You're not like any messenger I've ever seen before," he remarked while gingerly ramming a new charge and ball into the musket.

The woman's eyes narrowed and the stiletto flashed as she twirled it in her hand.

"Messenger? I am Visyna Tekoy, daughter of Almak Tekoy, governor of Hijlla Province and supplier to Her Majesty's Imperial Army and the Outer Territories Trading Company in these lands."

"Ah, so your father's a sutler then?"

"A sutler! Do I look like the daughter of some rag and bone merchant?"

Konowa took a quick moment to run his eyes over her again. "Indeed you don't. Well, now, seeing as we've established how your father supports Her Majesty's troops, fair lady, pray tell in what manner do you service them?"

Visyna's retort remained unspoken as Jir suddenly leaped back into the clearing. He sniffed the air for a moment and stretched, sheathing and unsheathing great curving claws that reflected the starlight with lethal intent. When he was finished he walked over to where they were standing and lifted a hind leg.

Visyna yelled in protest, quickly stepping out of the way and into Konowa's arms.

"It means he likes you," he said. He reached over and patted Jir on the head. The bengar began to purr and Konowa relaxed; the fourth rakke was long gone.

"It's disgusting," she retorted.

Konowa nodded and took a deep breath of her dark hair, grimacing with the effort. He imagined it was wonderfully perfumed, but the lingering odor of the skunk dragon and Jir's enthusiastic attempts to make half the known lands his own defeated the exercise.

"I think you can let go now," she said. "Your musket is digging into me." "That's not my musket," Konowa replied, brandishing the weapon in his right hand in front of her while he kept his left around her waist. He pulled her a little closer. "You know, I did save your life tonight. In some parts, that sort of thing engenders a certain amount of…gratitude."

Visyna stilled at the suggestion. She's not so high and mighty after all, Konowa thought, suddenly concerned that she might actually take him up on what had been no more than a bluff. A year in the forest or not, he was in no condition for that. Visyna turned around in his arm and faced him, her lips only inches from his. He was still wondering what they'd taste like when her fist slammed into his stomach, sitting him squarely on his backside.

"You filthy pig! I am no harlot! And you, sir, are no officer."

Tears streamed down Konowa's face as he gasped for breath and then he laughed, despite the pain.

"You're right there, m'lady. I'm no officer, not anymore." He picked himself up from the ground for the second time that night. He hurt from head to toe and suddenly there was nothing even remotely funny about anything. "You take that piece of parchment with you the next time you use the powder room, because that's all it's good for. The elf on that scroll no longer exists."

"You really are him, aren't you," Visyna said quietly. "You were the one who killed the Viceroy to save your people, and ours." She reached out a hand to touch his ruined left ear, but Konowa pulled away.

"You think I'm a hero? Do heroes end up exiled in a bloody forest? No, my lady, you have it all wrong. I am one of the dyskara, the tainted ones marked by the Shadow Monarch. Just good enough to fight for the Empire, but never, ever to be trusted." A year of bitter resentment flared up. "Be afraid, my lady. Molten ore flows through my veins and daisies are poison to me. I live in caves like dwarven folk and eat raw meat off the bone." He ignored her crossed arms and scrunched-up nose and pressed on, needing to vent his anger at someone. "You see before you a spiritual descendant of the Shadow Monarch, the Horra Rikfa -oath breaker, the forsaker of the forest, delver of the deep magic long ago lost to this world. Fear me, O pure and righteous one. I was marked by Her, ruler of the High Forest where trees grow in unnatural and vile ways, and elves have little patience for asinine conversations."

" Jarahta Mysor!" she yelled, swinging back her hand as if to slap him.

"Easy there, my lady, no need for that kind of language." As fast as the anger had come, it bled away. He tried a smile, but she wasn't having it. "You have no idea what it's like to suffer under the foolishness of myths and legends. I left the Hyntaland to get away from all of that, but it follows me around like a plague."

"Myths and legends?" she asked, shaking her head. " They don't look like either," she said, pointing to the dead rakkes.

"No, they don't, but it doesn't matter. You wouldn't understand."

"Really now?" Visyna said, her voice sharp, her eyes flashing. "The story of the elf-witch across the ocean is well known even here. The Empire brought more than oppression to my people, it also brought stories of the Zargul Iraxa, as we call Her, Seeker of the Darkness." She appeared to struggle for control of herself, then spoke again in a quieter voice. "Your ancestors forged a bond with the Wolf Oaks. They learned to harness the Wolf Oak's great power, using it to care for the natural order."

"I know the legend," Konowa said, sighing.

"Have you seen this forest realm of the Shadow Monarch?"

Konowa carefully let out a breath in exasperation. "No, I mean, yes, but it's just a bunch of trees."

"You went up there, then?"

Konowa wanted to say yes to end this conversation, but looking into her eyes he found himself suddenly unable to lie. "No, no one goes up there, but that doesn't mean the legend is true…entirely."

Visyna made a face then looked back at the rakkes. "And these creatures?"

"I honestly don't know," Konowa said, realizing just how true that was. How did they know his name? "Maybe She did send them after me, or," he said, suspicion flaring in his mind, "maybe She sent them after someone else."

Visyna's mouth formed a perfect O. "Me? You're mad. Clearly, some elves can be in the forest too long."

He took a step toward her. "My senses are clear enough to know something here doesn't make sense. How is it you just happen to have a scroll calling me back to service?"

"There are those who believe you can be of service again. Many of my people consider you a hero for what you did," she said, a note of admiration grudgingly modulating her voice.

"That still doesn't explain you."

Visyna looked as if she might take a swing at him, then relaxed. "Despite what you think, elves aren't the only people in tune with the natural world. I have…a gift, for finding things, so I was sent out to look for you."