Terry Brooks: Wards of Faerie

“No, no, I wouldn’t do that.” She felt frustrated, trapped by her sense of obligation to him. “It’s just that you’ve done so much already, and I don’t want you to feel you have to do anything more.”

He smiled enigmatically. “What else do I have to do that matters? I’ve done exactly what I wanted to do by becoming your protector. All I’m asking is to be allowed to continue.”

It was impossible to argue with him, so she let it go.

“I’ll feel better knowing he’s with you,” Arling told her later as they walked back together to their cottage. Cymrian had gone, having obtained Aphen’s agreement that he could go with her. “If I can’t go, at least he can.”

Aphen nodded noncommittally. “I suppose.” She thought about it for a minute. “I guess I just don’t understand why he’s so insistent about this. You would think he would be glad not to have to put himself at risk for me any more than he already has.”

Her sister laughed out loud. “You still don’t understand, do you?”

Aphen frowned. “Understand what?”

Arling shook her head. “I can’t tell you. I promised.”

“Tell me what?”

Her sister shook her head. “I can’t talk about it. In fact, I refuse to talk about it. You’ll just have to figure it out on your own.”

They walked the rest of the way in silence.

Aphenglow was awake before sunrise the following morning. She dressed, slipped out of the house, and sat on the veranda steps to wait for Arling to join her. She had promised to walk her down to the Gardens of Life, where Arling would participate in the ritual greeting of the new day in the presence of the Ellcrys. By then, the sun would have risen and the day would have arrived; Aphen would be airborne and winging her way west.

In her head, she had already departed.

It was only a few minutes later before Arling was beside her, dressed and ready. “Sleep well?” her sister asked.

“I dreamed of him,” she answered.

Arling knew who she meant. “I’m sorry. I know it’s hard.”

Aphen shook her head. “That’s what’s so strange. It isn’t all that hard anymore. It hasn’t been since he died. I can’t explain it. In the dream, he was still there, alive and well, but I couldn’t touch him. He was smiling, laughing, enjoying himself, but I wasn’t with him.” She hesitated. “I think I’ve been losing him for a long time. I think subconsciously I might have known.”

“You’ve been letting go.”

She nodded. “It feels like it. I still hurt thinking of him. I still want him back with me. But …”

She shook her head, unable to finish. Then she added. “It makes me feel disloyal to think like this.”

Arling took her hand and squeezed it. “You’re grieving, Aphen. You’re entitled to do that in the best way you can. There isn’t any right or wrong to how you do it.”

Aphenglow supposed that was so, but it didn’t make her feel any better. Overall, nothing that had happened since she had found Aleia Omarosian’s diary had worked out for the better. Bombax was dead, Paranor was abandoned and lost, the members of the Fourth Druid Order were scattered to the four corners of the earth, and the Federation was hunting for them—all because she had thought it a good idea to find the missing Elfstones. She was beginning to question her judgment about almost everything in her life.

“I want you to be careful,” she told her sister suddenly.

Arling looked at her in surprise and then grinned. “Why would I need to do that? No one is interested in me.”

“I just want you to watch out for yourself. Just promise me. You said you’d feel better knowing Cymrian was watching over me. Fair enough. But I’ll feel better knowing you are watching out for yourself.”

She was serious enough that the smile dropped away from her sister’s face. “All right, Aphen. I’ll be careful.”

When they reached the gardens, they embraced and kissed. None of the other Chosen had arrived yet; Arling was early for the ritual greeting. Dawn was still half an hour away. They stood together for a moment, holding each other.

“Will you come back for me after you’ve found the Ard Rhys?” Arling asked.

“I’ll come back as soon as I can. I promise.”

“Even if it’s only to tell me you are safe.”

“Even if it’s only for that.”

They smiled at each other, cried a little, and parted.

Arling watched Aphenglow walk into the trees, a hundred thoughts tumbling through her head, most of them having to do with going after her sister. But Aphen wouldn’t want that, having already made it clear that Arling would not be allowed to go with her. Further insistence would achieve nothing. It would only make Aphen feel worse. Arling had tried her best to convince her sister to take her along and failed. Because she loved her sister more than anyone in the world, Arling knew when to leave well enough alone—even though it cost her something to do so.

Instead she walked down into the Gardens of Life and sat beneath the Ellcrys, trying to calm herself. Gazing at the tree helped. The brilliant red and silver mix of leaves and bark, the grand sweep of her boughs, the shimmer of her canopy in the starlight, and the calm that seemed to envelop her like a protective mantle were a balm that soothed and comforted. Arlingfant always felt better when she was close to the Ellcrys, and that feeling infused her now, reminding her why she had sought to become one of the Chosen and why her selection had left her feeling so fulfilled.

Her thoughts drifted and she closed her eyes.

“Come back safe, Aphen,” she said softly.

She was still listening to the echo of her words in the ensuing silence when she felt a gentle touch on her shoulder.

Then, as if borne on the momentary breath of wind that blew ever so softly across her face, a voice whispered.

–Child, I have need of you–

Here Ends Book One of The Dark Legacy of Shannara

The Story Continues in Book Two, Bloodfire Quest