Cory Herndon - The Fifth Dawn

The identity of the first rider had been unmistakable. So had the second. He had a few more pink blotches of flesh marring his perfect silver skin, but the cruel, angular face had been burned into her mind. It was the face of a dead metal man she’d killed herself.

Without waiting for the first two to come at her another time, Glissa gave chase to the third identical copy of Malil, the one that had grabbed Raksha. She glanced back but didn’t spot either of the other two attackers.

“They’re following, but holding back,” Geth’s head shouted. “They obviously fear my power!”

“Just keep an eye on them and tell me if they change their tactics,” Glissa hollered over one shoulder.

Glissa flirted with the idea of sending a little destructive spark energy into the Malil-clone that had spirited Raksha away, but decided against it. These Malil replicas were partly flesh. The energy only seemed to work against true constructs. Besides, she would probably need it soon. The biggest challenge was still ahead.

“Okay, now one of them is-incoming!” Geth’s head shouted. Glissa tucked her chin and dove. The whine of the flyer’s energy fields was almost deafening, but thanks to Geth’s warning the attack just missed her.

“Geth! Keep that up and I’ll get you a body personally!” Glissa shouted.

“How about yours?”

“Don’t push me, head.”

Bruenna backed away from the Yshkar’s fallen body and raised her sword in her good hand. Lyese stepped over the dead leonin and kept her sword tip pointed at the mage’s heart.

The mage cast about desperately with her peripheral vision. The ironstone avalanche had cut them off from the main battle. She was on her own. Maybe that was for the best, the mage mused, since she was about to engage the Tall Queen of the leonin. There was no guarantee the defenders of Krark-Home would come to Bruenna’s aid.

“Lyese,” Bruenna said. “What have you done?”

“What I should have done years ago,” the elf said in a strange voice that sounded like two. “I could have led these primitives on my own, but the master thought it served his purposes better to leave that oaf in charge.”

“He was a good man,” Bruenna said. Then the rest of what Lyese had said sunk in. “Master?”

“You’re even slower than Raksha,” the elf girl said, her voice still resonating weirdly between Lyese’s lilt and something deeper and much darker. “I’m not here to get you up to speed.” Without another word, Lyese danced forward, her blade singing. Bruenna parried clumsily, but the elf girl kept coming. The tackle lifted the mage off her feet, and she landed hard on the iron ground. The murderous elf held her pinned with a forearm and two knees then raised her sword as Bruenna struggled just to draw breath. Her sword arm felt numb.

“Why?” Bruenna managed to cough. She closed her eyes, waiting for the blow. “Your sister-”

A wave of heat washed over the mage and she felt the elf’s weight lifted. She sat upright and saw Lyese flying backward, a small goblin flamerocket embedded in her chest. The elf girl collided with great force against the avalanche debris, and the projectile held Lyese fast against the ironstone. The elf’s eyes flashed red and she dropped her sword, then reached up and grasped the sputtering rocket with both hands, and heaved it aside. The sputtering flamerocket spun out of control and exploded against the cliff wall.

“Back off, huh?” Dwugget growled. He offered Bruenna a hand up and she saw that the goblin held an iron firetube trained on the writhing Khanha.

“Thanks, Dwugget,” Bruenna gasped. “How did you know?”

“Always known,” Dwugget said sadly. “Since that ogre brought Raksha and Lyese to me, huh? I’m sorry. He said he’d destroy Krark-Home. There’s a bomb-”

“No!” The elf-if she was indeed that, which Bruenna was beginning to seriously doubt-roared like an ogre. She climbed like a broken automaton down from the rubble and scooped up her sword. She clutched at the bleeding hole in the center of her chest and coughed up a spray of blood, but remained on her feet. She glared at Bruenna. “This was supposed to be a body that would last, Neurok. Now I’ll have to take yours.”

Dwugget stepped up to her side and she heard a loud click as he slotted another flamerocket into the tube. “Can outrun a rocket, huh?” the goblin asked.

The thing that had taken control of Lyese seethed, but stayed put. “Dwugget, what’s going on?” Bruenna snapped. “What bomb?”

“It doesn’t matter now,” Dwugget said. “We are lost anyway, huh? That-that’s no elf. It’s something called Vektro. Thing took her body, she’s not in there anymore. It’s Memnarch’s tool.”

“I’m going to gut you too, goblin,” the bleeding elf snarled.

“But it’s her body, Dwugget!” Bruenna said. “I can’t kill Glissa’s sister.”

“I can,” Dwugget said. “I’m already a murderer, many times over, huh?” The goblin raised the firetube and placed his thumb on the lever that would release another rocket into Lyese’s body.

Bruenna lunged sideways and knocked the flametube aside, sending the rocket spinning uselessly into the sky.

“Stupid!” Dwugget shouted. He stumbled with the impact and went over onto his side, Bruenna following, and they crashed together in a tangle of robes and limbs. Bruenna got to her knees in time to see Lyese’s body convulse violently, then drop like a sack of bones. A blood-red humanoid shape rose from her fallen form, hovered for a moment in the air, then condensed into a glowing ball. Bruenna felt the sphere pulse with mana and energy then accelerate into the ether. It disappeared into the haze of war.

“Lyese,” Bruenna gasped and crawled on all fours to the elf girl’s side. She pressed an ear to Lyese’s chest. “She’s alive. Barely.”

Dwugget scrambled to her side, and the mage held him back with her artifact hand. “You’ve done enough, don’t you think?” Bruenna said.

“I had no choice,” Dwugget began but fell silent at a look from the mage that threatened to burn through his skull.

The elf’s eyes fluttered open as Bruenna tore strips from her robe and pressed them against Lyese’s chest wound. “Lyese, can you hear me?” Bruenna said softly, thankful that the nearby fighting had not yet spilled over the rubble.

Lyese stared hard at Bruenna for a moment, then her eyes went wide. “Bruenna,” she said softly. “He’s gone.” The elf girl smiled. “He’s gone. The things he did … made me do. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” Against Bruenna’s protestations, the elf girl sat up.

“Wasn’t you,” Dwugget said. “He’s gone.”

“Lyese, you’re badly hurt,” Bruenna broke in. She fished at her belt for nearly empty medical kit. She pulled out a small, transparent gem and held it over the elf’s wound. She whispered a few words in leonin, and the healing stone spread soft golden light over Lyese’s chest. The light grew in intensity until it was nearly blinding then faded. When it was gone, the hole in Lyese’s armor remained, but the blood had turned black and no longer flowed from her chest. The wound had closed, leaving a star-shaped scar on the exposed green skin.

Bruenna wiped beads of sweat from her forehead and sat back on the ground. “If that didn’t do it-”

The elf girl pulled herself to her feet. “Mana bomb…it’s in the Great Furnace,” Lyese said breathlessly. “I-he-Vektro put it there. It will take out this entire mountain.”

Dwugget gasped. “You know where it is? Then we can stop it?”

“No,” Lyese said. “There’s no time. It’s set to go off one hour after the fifth dawn.”

Bruenna stood and spun Lyese around by the shoulders. “The people in Krark-Home are not warriors. You have to get them out of there,” the mage said.