Michael Mathias - Kings, Queens, Heroes, and Fools

She mumbled a few words in a musical hum and the face in the water’s surface shimmered into that of another woman. This woman’s features were rounder: slightly chubby cheeks, framed by blonde curly ringlets, pale blue eyes speckled with green and gold, and a smile that spoke of true innocence. She looked stunning for the hundred and twenty year old marsh witch that she really was. Shaella remembered the woman’s ample bosom and wide curving hips from the visions they regularly shared together. All of Queen Willa’s Xwardian court had been, and was still, completely fooled by the powerful illusion that had changed the old witch’s appearance. In fact General Spyra, the aging head of the entire Highwander Blacksword army, was in love with her.

“What does our General have to say today, Mandary?” Shaella asked.

“Mastress, the hawk-man departed the palace here at Xwarda yesterday on his quest for the pirate treasure,” the plump woman said in a girlish voice.

“Did you place the finding stone?” Shaella asked.

“Yes Mastress. A boy-an apprentice-travels with them. The stone is hidden among his things. Queen Willa has an odd interest in the youth’s safety. So I doubt he’ll be abandoned or thrown overboard. And none of those seamen will dare to rummage through his duffels.”

“Good, good, Mandary. What else?”

“King Jarrek is still rigorously preparing his men to try and free his people from King Ra’Gren’s slave pens. The General told me that they will all be leaving soon.”

“And the High King?” Shaella interrupted. “When will he attack?”

“There has still been no talk of attacking Westland, my Mastress,” the witch woman said. “I have wheedled the General’s mind well. If it is to happen, as you fear it will, then General Spyra knows nothing about it.”

“What is it that he is waiting for?” Shaella asked aloud, but rhetorically. Before her spy could answer, she asked another question.

“What does the young king do? He has the power of Ironspike at his hip. Is he daft?”

“He is far from daft. Apparently he is trying to unite all of the Eastern Kingdoms.” The woman in the reflection looked away quickly. The alarm that came across her face faded as she continued. “As you know, Queen Willa and King Jarrek have bowed to him. Now King Broderick of Valleya is supposed to join them, and as soon as High King Mikahl weds Princess Rosa, her mother, Queen Rachel, and all of Seaward will no doubt do the same.” The plump woman looked away again; this time the alarm stayed in her expression. In a quick whisper she went on: “He seems content to leave you be while they rebuild what your father destroyed.” The last was spoken almost inaudibly, and before Shaella could respond, the woman’s face backed away from the reflection and a pair of plump hands came reaching in to disturb the surface of the liquid in Shaella’s bowl. As the vision shimmered away with the ripples, Shaella could still hear her spy’s girlish voice talking to the intruder.

“Oh, Marial dear, you startled me. You really shouldn’t enter unannounc…” Then the spell was completely broken.

My father, thought Shaella, the mighty wizard Pael. He had spent Shaella’s whole lifetime molding Prince Glendar into his puppet. To him, she had been nothing but an afterthought, or so it had seemed until he more or less handed her Westland on a silver platter. All of his bribing and scheming had been so that they might take over the realm together. It was a shame all that planning had gone over the sill when part of the demon Shokin had found its way into him. Pael’s thirst for power had caused him to rush into Highwander seeking the magic stored in the Wardstone bedrock of the place. Had he been patient and content with his original plan, he might not have been killed.

Shaella learned from her father’s mistakes, though. She’d learned that lust and greed and power could spoil a near perfect plan. She was just glad that she had followed through with her end of things. Love had nearly led her conquest into ruin, but now that her hold on Westland was secure, she had the time, and the means, to communicate with her beloved Gerard. It was time that she might not have had if she’d done things differently. It was only a temporary inconvenience that Gerard was sealed in the Nethers with all of demon kind. At least she kept telling herself that. Together they would find a way to breach the magical bonds that held him in that dark place. It was that hope that drove her, the very reason that she spent nearly every waking hour in Pael’s tower scouring his books in search of another way in and out of the Nethers.

There was another way. She knew this for certain. Long before Pavreal had created the Seal that he used to banish the demons back to their home, there had been a way. How else could there have been demons loose for him to banish? They had to have gotten out somehow.

The demon Shokin had breached the Nethers in those ancient days when he was just a man. He had wrought so much pain, destruction, and death in the world that the Abbadon, the Dark Lord himself, had turned him into a demon as his reward. Shokin had then terrorized demon kind until he rose above them all. Somehow he escaped the Nethers and brought his dark hordes with him. The great hero Pavreal eventually sent Shokin back to the Nethers through the Seal he carved into the Dragon’s Tooth Spire with the sword Ironspike. That Seal was destroyed by Hyden Hawk Skyler and the dragon, but there was another way. There had to be.

Pael had recently used Pavreal’s Seal to call Shokin back into the world, but something had gone wrong. Shokin was torn in half when Pael’s sacrifice wouldn’t die. Shaella’s lover, Gerard, had been that sacrifice. He crawled down into the Nethers with half of Shokin’s essence clinging to existence inside his mind. The other half of the demon filled Pael with the very power that eventually brought about his demise. Gerard’s older brother, had somehow forced the demon out of Pael and back into the Seal, thus condemning his sibling to the horror of the darkness forever. Or had he? Now both halves of Shokin had rejoined in Gerard. Gerard held them apart, and kept them from taking over his mind with the fiery will that burned deep inside him. When he had been at death’s door, alone and in the Nethers, he had eaten the yolk of one of the dragon’s eggs he had stolen. It changed him completely. More dragon-beast than man now, and with the two powerful halves of Shokin bickering in his brain constantly, he fought every day to stay alive, trapped in the demon-filled darkness.

Gerard was still weak, but he was growing stronger and was starting to tap Shokin’s power and knowledge. He had gleaned from the demon that Shokin had once used the Silver Skull of Zorellin to breach the Nethers. Shaella found an entry in a diary from her father’s library about the artifact. A raving mad man who’d been abandoned on an island by the brutal pirate Barnacle Bones had spouted on and on about a silver skull that conjured forth a demon wind that would carry the pirate anywhere he wanted to go. After leaving the man, Barnacle Bones was never seen or heard from again. He never made port with his treasure. Shaella had searched and searched for a clue to its location, but she found nothing. The fact that Gerard’s brother, Hyden Hawk, was going on a mysterious quest for pirate treasure could mean only one thing, though. He too was after the Silver Skull.

Already, Flick was manning a party and a ship to track down Hyden’s group and take the skull. With the finding stone hidden on Hyden Hawk’s ship it would be impossible for them to get away. With a few words and a sparrow’s heart she, or Flick, could cast a spell that would reveal the exact location of the finding stone.