Autumn Rose

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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Autumn
The Lady He**ine Autumn Rose, Duchess of England.
I didnt care about the fate of my kingdom. I cared about him. I hated him, too. I cared that I had caused my grandmothers death. I hated she had told me what I was. I felt nothing beyond him and her, and that scared me more than anything, anything in the whole entire world, because when I felt nothing . . . thats when my mind slipped away into darkness . . .
Autumn, are you okay? whispered a voice in my ear. It was Tee, who took my hand and squeezed it. You look sad. I can take you to the school counselor if you like? Shes really good. She helped me when I was being bullied by Valerie.
What a strong child. She looked death in the eye and came out completely intact.
Im fine, thank you though.
Are you talking about me, Grandmother?
As I turned to smile at Tee, something at the far end of the field caught my eye. There was a commotion, a small group gathering around a navy blue mound on the floor. My first instincts told me it was a body, and they were right. It was Valerie Danvers, flat on the ground, with one of her friends from the party madly shaking her shoulders. People were whipping phones out, some recording videos, others more sensibly pressing them to their ears. As I watched, a figure broke from the group and started running back toward the main school. I watched a heartbeat longer, a heartbeat during which Valerie remained motionless.
I scrambled up and sprinted fastfaster than any human couldacross the field.
Fallon was hot on my heels, but I was first to arrive. The speed at which we ran parted the growing crowd around her, and I skidded to my knees, immediately turning to her friend.
What happened?!
There were tears pouring from the eyes of the friend, but she wisely took control of her sobs. We were just talking and she suddenly collapsed. I tried calling her name and shaking her, but I dont think shes breathing!
Gently tilting her head back, in case she had hurt it or her neck, I checked her airways for anything that might be blocking them. There was nothing. Turning my cheek so it almost rested against her parted lips, I waited for breath on my cheek. And waited. And waited.
No, she isnt, I answered, as calmly as I possibly could, praying the Athan would be no more than a minute away. Fallon dropped to his knees on the other side of her. I flicked my eyes up briefly. There was nothing but determined concern in them. Airways are clear, but no breathing. Know CPR? Do it, I instructed, knowing full well that he, like any other Sage, could perform basic first aid. Magic had a nasty habit of going wrong, and using healing magic when you didnt know the cause of the emergency could do more harm than good.
Has somebody called an ambulance? I asked, and was relieved when I was answered with a firm yes. I beckoned Valeries friend closer. She looked up at me with pleading eyes, and for a split second it was like the past eighteen months had never happened. I shook my head to clear it. Does she have any medical conditions you know of? Breathing difficulties?
Her friend heaved in a massive sob. She smokes sometimes, and she said she had been feeling sick all weekend.
I nodded and immediately began searching her body for medical tags, pulling up her sleeves in case she wore a bracelet.
What I found made my blood turn to ice.
Fallon hesitated for a couple of beats as he glimpsed what I had uncovered. Along the underside of her wrist and sitting just below the first few translucent layers of her skin were several long, black, inky marks. They followed the path of her veins exactly, like somebody had stabbed a fountain pen into her arm and injected its contents.
Blood magic, I breathed to the prince in Sagean, afraid of panicking the crowd if I used Englisha crowd that had grown to include most of the small school and several dumbstruck teachers, who tried to shout for calm as the people at the front of the ring saw Valeries arm.
Fallon sprang back and stopped with the chest compressions, because with every press of his hands into her ribs the poisonthats what it looked likeseeped a few millimeters higher.
Just do rescue breathing, I quietly instructed, checking her other wrist for signs of the dark magic. It was with a cold heart that I carried out the action, as, freezing, I realized I had forgotten the very first step of first aid: check the area for danger.
Blood magic didnt just appear from nowhere. It always had a source.
Move! I said move! Are you people deaf?!
I let out a sigh of relief as I heard Edmunds booming shout over the heads of the crowd, and immediately started summarizing all her symptoms for him via our mental connection. He elbowed his way to the front and I swung my head up to meet his eyes, still holding Valeries wrist for all to see. I wished I hadnt looked.
His mouth parted into an O and his voice produced the same sound. He stopped stalking and slowly approached us, kneeling next to me. In his palm appeared a long, extremely thin, and sickeningly sharp metal instrument, and in the other a small glass Petri dish, which he cast a spell over. Whatever he was doing, it was far beyond me, and I just watched, frowning, feeling her skin go colder and colder.
He took her wrist from me and, locating the largest blackened vein, pierced her skin with the enlarged needle. As he withdrew it, I saw it was in fact some kind of pipette, because in its tip was a globule of the liquid, which he dropped into the dish. He cast another spell over the dish and its contents, and waited.
I was getting agitated by his slow diagnosis, because whatever had been done to her, she wasnt breathing, and Valerie Danvers was no vampire.
The contents of the dish slowly began to swirl of their own accord and change color. While they did, Edmund examined the puncture wound he had created. It was tiny, but even with my rudimentary medical knowledge I knew she should be bleeding. She wasnt, and she didnt until Edmund massaged her wrist and forced a dribble of blood out onto her skin.
But it didnt stay there. As soon as Edmund removed the pressure, it was sucked right back into the wound.
Charnt, was Edmunds muttered understatement. His next word was much, much cruder as he took the dish back up and examined its color.
Edmund, hurry, I prompted.
Shes not dead, he eventually announced. Not yet. Shes in a sort of coma, dangling on the edge.
What can we do?
Edmunds lips twitched and he cocked his head slightly, gently placing Valeries wrist onto the cold ground. My eyes flicked toward Fallon, who had stopped with the resuscitation. They cant be serious? But we were guardians! It was our duty to protect the humans, to heal them when things went wrong. How could they blatantly ignore that?
This is very dark blood magic. The source caster of this curse has somehow been in contact with her, and used her blood as well as his own. Hes draining the energy from her. Unless we can find the source, theres nothing we can do.
Mr. Sylaeia had descended from the crowd and was comforting Valeries hysterical friend, who had heard every word of Edmunds English. We can make sure shes not in pain, the kind teacher muttered. There are things we can do . . .
Extermino, it has to be, I continued in Sagean. Who else would do this? They were making a point. Adding to the blood on my hands . . . it was guilt-tripping, turned murderous. I felt guilty. I felt awful. A thousand of her lethal taunts did not add up to this. It was with an odd, burning feeling in the back of my throat, like bile was bubbling up, that I remembered telling Nathan about Valerie, when he still worked at the caf . . .
And theyll be long gone, Edmund retorted. Fallon had started stroking her hair, brushing it out of her expressionless face. It was pale, and getting paler, her lips turning a noticeably bloody shade of purple.
I had to do something. I couldnt just kneel here and watch her die in front of all her friends and peers and enemies. I was a Dark He**ine; there had to be a reason fate had chosen me, something deep in my magic that could help her. I racked my brain for what I knew of blood magic. Unmaintained chests of knowledge shifted to the forefront of my mind, old lessons from St. Sapphires and my grandmother that I had made no effort to remember. Sage rarely used blood magicwhy should they, when they could conjure incredible power with the wave of a hand or simply replenish their energy with that found in nature? Instead it remained the preserve of the Damned, who gambled the crimson liquid in pursuit of power . . . a power limited only by the strength and daring of the wielder. It was all dark, and all dangerous, and curses like this were outlawed.
The law of opposites, and the law of the conservation of energy, I suddenly blurted, feeling a spark of hope. Sagean elemental magic is the direct opposite of blood magic on the wheel, right? And energy used or taken by performing magic always has to be replaced from another source, because you cant create or destroy energy. It has to remain constant.
Autumn, thats first-grader stuff. It cant help us, Edmund murmured, gently trying to tug me away from the body.
I carried on, ignoring him. Death curses work by taking away the magical energy in a person, rightthe part that keeps us all going, even the humansand leaving them as just a big heap of biomass. Its breaking the laws of nature that apply to absolutely everything that doesnt belong to the genus homo. Why cant we just stick to the physics and replenish the energy that is lost? And bonus, Sagean magic is particularly potent against blood magic, and will drive the curse out!
Edmund looked genuinely worried now, staring at me through wide eyes like I had gone crazy. Maybe I have. Maybe learning about being a He**ine has just tipped me over the edge . . .
Second-grade ethics, Autumn! You cant go around reviving the dead! Its against the laws of nature! He tugged me harder this time, but I yanked my arm away.
You cant break something that is already broken. Shes not dead, theres still time.
And you think a little blast of magic will do the trick? She is this far from passinghe squeezed his thumb and forefinger together so there was no gap at alland it would take an entire life-force to bring her back. And not just any magic, or collection of different peoples magic, but powerful magic. Magic so potent, and so pure, it is strong enough to give her life and counter the curse. He yanked me up with a hand under my arm, all pity he might have felt for Valerie gone with the rousing call of duty.
The Athan will become your shadow.
Some miracles arent meant to be performed. Its unnatural. Sage that powerful dont exist!
You are a deity.
Why? Why do I have to be kept pure?
We need you.
I need you.
Dont they?
Fallon realized what I was going to do too late; he made a dive for me, but I had already done the deed. I had poured every ounce of my energy into Valerie Danvers. It didnt take any effort, no more than it took to twitch a finger, and within a second her eyes had flown open and she gasped down a mouthful of air.
Fallon made contact with me and we scrambled backward, pushing the circle outward as the humans allowed us room to tussle. The prince didnt stop manhandling me until I was on my back but raised on my elbows, staring up at him. His features were hard, creased up into grooves with shock and concern, but they softened as he looked down at me. Behind us, Edmund was torn between me and Valerie, unsure of which to attend to. I allowed him a small smile, to reassure him.
I know what I am, I whispered. And what I shall not be for much longer. My grandmother left me a letter.
Y-you shouldnt have done that. He crawled a little closer, tentatively, like I was wild and untamed. Slowly he reached out and brushed a strand of hair off my forehead. You could have died if you used all your energy.
In the background, Valerie spluttered and coughed, shrieking as she spotted her inky arm, which was gradually returning to normal. With the help of her friend, she was raised into the same position I was in and silenced.
I did use all my energy, Fallon, I murmured, meeting his eyes again. They were milky. After I drew in a long breath that didnt feel like it tickled, let alone quenched my lungs, I raised one of my hands. My hand was fine. The grass below it wasnt. A small patch had turned black below my palm; when the gentle breeze made contact, the few remaining black stalks turned to ash and blew away with the wind. Involuntarily, my body was drawing the energy from the ground beneath it to try and stay alive. It was the only thing keeping it alive.
Suddenly, my elbows buckled and my head struck the hard ground, sending stars dancing across my eyes. I blinked them back and stared up at the sky, feeling strangely elated. The weight on my shoulders had drifted away, both weights, and I felt free. Free to bask in the feel of Fallons cradling arms around me; free to enjoy the tingling warmth lingering in the miniscule gap between our skins . . .
Fallon, it wont work, I rasped. You heard what Edmund said,nothing can save me now.
Youre not as near to death as Valerie was. And youre not cursed.
Holding me, he transferred his own magic to me, letting it seep through my skin. His limbs were gently trembling, he was sparing too much, and I wasnt going to drag him into my darkness.
I want to die, Fallon. I dont want to be a He**ine, I whispered, and even that felt like there were needles being thrust into my throat. And there lay the crux of what I had done. It probably looked so selfless, risking my life for Valeries, but it wasnt. It was the most selfish act I had ever committed, and I was a rotten child at times; I was escaping my pain, and my fate, and leaving my kingdom and its people to suffer. And yet the boyalmost manabove me still looked down on me like I was the dying sun itself.
I hate you, I croaked. For lying about why you were here. For never telling me. I hate you.
Even as I said it, my heart sighed, liar.
Im sorry, he breathed. Im so sorry. Please dont hate me. I wanted to tell you your grandmother was an innocent. I wanted to tell you it was chridom who did it. I did, but I knew it would kill you. It is killing you!
His gaze left mine and flicked up as the sun was blocked out by a hulking figure. My vision was blurring but I could tell it was Edmund by his voice.
No, youre not comatose yet. Dont you dare pass beyond, little duchess, or Im coming right after you to yell at you for being so stupid!
His words were fierce, but the voice behind them was cracking. I soon felt his magic flowing into me, too. I floated on it, warm and comfortable, lighter and happier than I had been in years. There was nothing to worry about. I wouldnt have to go on grappling in the darkness without my grandmother. No future-altering fate would rest on my shoulders. No court, no politics . . . no guilt over feeling this way for Fallon . . .
Fallon . . .
It was dark, but I didnt remember closing my eyes. More hands were resting on my exposed skin and more magic was entering my body, but it wasnt bringing me back.
Autumn, please open your eyes. Were going to save you. Just hold on.
I was being rocked gently, and my head wasnt on the ground anymore. By the way my new rest dipped in the middle, I thought it might be someones knees. They were really quite comfortable.
Cmon little one, suicide isnt an option.
Do they think Im slipping away? Maybe I am.
Autumn, its Valerie. Im so sorry for everything I did and said. Please hold on.
A little late for apologies now.
I realized how supremely quiet it was. Other than the voices close to my ear, I couldnt hear anything. Not the breeze through the trees, or the shouting of the crowd, or the siren on the ambulance that had been approaching when I saved Valerie. There wasnt much to feel, either: the hands on my skin didnt feel warm anymore, and the ground felt soft, like I really was floating. Cut loose and floating, and for once, not drowning.
One thing I could feel were lips and breathing on my ears.
I love you, Autumn Rose Al-Summers, I always have. Thats why I came here. Thats why I kept everything I did secret. Not because of orders, or fate. Because I wanted to protect you. And so I promise to look after you always, in life and in death. If you live, I will never leave your side. And if you die, then we will face whatever is beyond fate together. You will never be alone again.
I didnt know if I believed in true love, but in that moment I believed in love that defied death.
I forgive you . . .
My mouth opened and I took a wheezing breath, sound and then warmth rushing back in a tidal wave. It was overwhelming and confusing, especially when I had no control over my pinned-down limbs; I might well have been a newborn child for what I could do. All I knew was that I couldnt die, because Fallon had to live.
Amid the confusion, I tried to focus on the magic pouring into me, sending it where it needed to go. It was like trying to meditate in a Category 5 storm.
Move! roared Edmund all of a sudden, and I could hear the stomps of hundreds of backpedaling feet and the drone of the crowd growing quieter.
Her heart rate is rising, somebody barked. Shes coming back to us.
Lords of Earth, I heard Fallon breathe, still right beside my ear. The awe in his voice was punctured by a sob, and with a tremendous effort I opened my eyes. But he wasnt looking at me. He was looking straight through the gap in the Athan around me, staring at the trees.
Or what was left of the trees.
They looked like they had been scorched, the last autumn leaves burned to a crisp and drifting as fire balls to the ground. The grass wasnt grass anymore, just a patch of arid ground that I realized was hot. The crowd had moved right back, beyond the heat.
I was doing that. I was draining the plants of their energy, taking strength enough to open my eyes and talk. But nature didnt work like people. Nature didnt just die. Nature wanted its energy back.
I dont want to die, I whispered as my eyes fluttered closed and I slumped back into the prince. The magic I had drawn was draining just as fast, and there was nothing I could do to shut the floodgates. It was an ebb and flow out of my control.
The flow from the Sage around me was getting weaker. My heart was slowing and there were black spots at the edge of my vision. But my bodys search for replenishment didnt stop. Some sense, alien and new, slithered across and through the ground, hungrily tunneling past the dry earth to a new source of life.
I sucked on it greedily. It was wonderful, I was drowning in it there was so much, and my senses tuned back in again like a faulty radio. There was lots of noise now. Coughs, and splutters, and strange choking rasps.
Autumn, stop! Youre taking it from the humans!
What?! Another Herculean burst of effort, and I opened my eyes again, seeing rows upon rows of my human friends clutching at their throats and gurgling; some had even passed out. What can I do? How do I stop it?! I looked around pleadingly, heart beating very fast now, panicked inside.
Just trust us, Autumn. Trust us to keep you going, Edmund said, appearing in my limited line of vision. I felt soft strokes on my arm on his side. You dont need their energy. Let go and trust us.
I closed my eyes again, from choice rather than need this time, and went back to meditating in the storm. Trust. It was the one thing I struggled with. I could bring a person back to life, but I couldnt trust them. The Athenea had kept things from me, lied to me, kept up a pretense all this time, knowing what I was but not telling me. Nathan had been good to me, a friend even, but now he was my loathed enemy. Even Valerie lacked integrity. I had saved her and now she was begging apology for things she couldnt possibly be sorry for because she couldnt understand how they affected me . . .
But Edmund was almost kin, and he had kept my secret about killing the Extermino. He couldnt have told anybody about my outburst on the veranda that day, either. Fallon had promised to look after me, and here he was, draining his own life to be with me. They had tricked, omitted, lied, and sidestepped their way through their time with me . . . but it had been to keep the most devastating secret of all from me.
If I cant trust them, then who can I trust?
I let go, as easily as I had let go of my life for Valerie. My energy level dropped and I was briefly tempted to reach out again, but didnt. I let myself rest in their life-saving cradle, slowly beginning to register the pain starting in my temples. There were teardrops falling where it hurt, and I wished I could squeeze Fallons hand. I wished I could tell him it would all be all right, even though it might not be.
Fallon, you need to let go of her now, a new voice said. I recognized it. It was Prince Lorent!
In my suspended, trusting state I panicked and the pain in my head got worse. Why are they letting go? Are they giving up on me? But then new hands rested on me and the old ones fell away, but Fallons never did.
Fallon, let her go. If you dont, shell kill you.
Fal, cmon. Weve got her. Fal . . .
That was Alfie, and I could hear Lisbeth, too, and other voices . . . people from Burrator.
There was a new and very powerful surge of energy, fresh energy, but I didnt feel any more alive. My head just hurt and it was filling with images, images of an anemic-looking brunette, tall but not very tall, with a pinched bridge of the nose, which set her eyes deep into their sockets, where shadows and tiredness collected. She was attractive rather than stunning, pretty but not beautiful. You could miss her face in a crowd. As it happens, I couldnt. She was Violet Lee.
And I felt utterly stupid as the epiphany struck. She was the second Dark He**ine.
Fallon, dont make me order you.
Epiphany turned to empathy. Poor girl. After everything she has been through, shes going to be hit by this?!
The pain in my head was a whimper short of excruciating. I wanted to reach up and pound my temples, press down on them to relieve the pressure, but I couldnt move my limbs. All I could do was scream, and it didnt come out as a scream. It came out as, Violet!
Miarba! I think shes having a vision!
For Lliriads sake, what else can fate throw at us?!
Im having a vision? I wanted to shout, to shriek for them to make it stop, but it wasnt happening. All that tumbled from my lips was her name, over and over.
Shes giving it all away. Do something!
Do what?!
Calm down, all of you. I need you to hold her still while I perform a spell. It was Prince Lorents voice, and he sounded determined.
A spell that needs a knife? Uncle, what the f**k are you doing?! I heard Fallon snarl.
Blood magic. This will put her into a coma. Its a living hell, but we have no choice. Shes having a vision. Shes going to reveal who Violet is. We cant let that happen! We dont have a choice!
In my head, I screamed and screamed and screamed in horror. Out of my mouth spilled secrets. I had no control over my body and I was about to be silenced. I had no idea if I would ever wake up again.
I felt the blood drop onto my skin, and the slice of a blade onto my wrist. Alien words were muttered, and I fell off the cliff into hell.
It was a tiny slip of paper, no bigger than a postcard. Thick, heavy, expensive paper. Plain. They werent exactly going to leave a calling card.
You must write it. They may recognize my handwriting. I send flowers to funerals and such.
He took up a fountain pen and breathed down the nib. It was cold in Iceland, even with a roaring fire at the rooms center, and the ink turned to sludge.
Write . . . write . . . Michael Lee struck bargain with hunters for Carmens death. Lee girl knows. Pierre will confirm. Short and to the point is better. Our fanged friend isnt famed for his patience.
He scribbled out the dictated message.
And youre sure this Lee girl is the second He**ine? If she is killed by the vampires, we could have an international incident on our hands. We might lose our allies in the slayers and rogues, too. Theyre trying to get her safely back to her father, after all.
He watched his mentor stare out the window, back turned to him, and in the silence he could almost hear the cogs of his incredible brain turning. The man was a bona fide genius, there was no denying it.
As ever, Nathaniel, your grasp of the situation is impressive. The sarcasm dripped off the mans tongue like the water that trickled down the edge of the icicles outside the window. All that is simply collateral damage. That alliance was forged before I had visions of this Lee girl becoming second He**ine. No matter. It has given us valuable information about her fathers role in Carmens death. In any case, if she dies as a human, there will be a war. If we stop the Prophecy of the He**ines, there will be a war! Its terribly convenient.
He picked the note up and carried it to the window, clasping it tight in his hand. He didnt offer it over. Completely sure?
The man threw his head back and laughed, a sound that so often filled the dining hall and private parties his mentor threw. He was a man of belly-shaking laughter, of jokes and pranks, of pleasant company, especially the female kind. It was hard for a young man not to be drawn to him.
I am chridom, descendent of Contanal. I am the greatest seer alive, and my visions are never wrong. The duchess of England is herself having visions of Violet Lee. And whats more, he snatched the paper out of the other mans hands, I want this little necromancer of a He**ine dead before she figures her powers out. He waved his hand over the paper, and it disappeared, on its way to seal Violet Lees death. chridom used the free hand to pick up his glass of brandy, poured by Nathan himselfthere were no servants in Contanalsdttir. Happy Ad Infinitum!