Shadowfever
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They shouldnt count, Christian said. Theyre not even part of this.
Theyre protecting the queen with their lives, Barrons said flatly. They count.
We still lost.
Drustan placed the Book on the slab. Barrons took the stones from Lor and Fade and placed the first three around it. Vlane laid the final stone in place. As soon as the four were positioned, they began to glow an eerie blue-black and emit a soft, constant chime.
The entire top of the slab was bathed in blue-black light.
Now, MacKayla, Vlane said.
I bit my lower lip, hesitating, wondering what would happen if I refused.
We voted, Kat reminded.
I sighed. I knew what would happen. Wed still be down here tomorrow and the next day and the next, arguing about what to do.
I had a really bad feeling about this. But Id had really bad feelings before that had amounted to nothing more than a case of nerves and, after everything Id been through, I could understand how I might feel dread merely being in the Books presence.
I looked at Vlane. He nodded encouragingly.
I looked at Barrons. He was so inhumanly still that I almost missed him. For a moment, he looked like someone elses shadow in the bright cavern. It was a neat trick. I knew what that kind of stillness meant. He didnt like it, either, but had come to the same conclusions as me. Ours was a volatile group. It had voted. If I went against that vote, all hell would break lose. Wed turn on one another, and who knew how ugly things might get?
My parents were here. Did I remove the runes and potentially expose them to risk? Or refuse and potentially expose them to risk?
There were no good choices.
I reached into the blue-black light and began to peel the first rune from the spine. As I pried it away, it pulsed like a small angry heartbeat and left a lesion that pooled with black blood before vanishing.
What am I supposed to do with them? I held it in the air.
Velvet will sift them away as you remove them, Vlane said.
One by one, I tugged them away and they popped out of existence.
When there was only one left, I stopped and pressed both my hands to the cover. It felt inert. Were the runes on the inside of these walls really enough to hold it? I was about to find out.
I tugged the final one from the binding of the book. It came away reluctantly, squirming like a hungry leech, and tried to attach to me once Id broken the bond.
Velvet sifted it out.
I held my breath as the crimson rune vanished. After about twenty seconds, I heard a small explosion of gusty exhales. I think we all expected it to morph into the Beast and rain down the end of days on us.
Well? Vlane said.
I opened my sidhe-seer senses, trying to feelit.
Is it contained? Barrons demanded.
I reached with everything I had, stretching, pushing that part of me that could sense OOPs as far as it could go, and for a brief moment I felt the entire interior of the cavern and understood the purposes of the runes.
Each had been meticulously chiseled into the stone interior so that if lines were drawn connecting them, from floor to ceiling and wall to wall, they would reveal an intricate tight grid. Once the Book had been positioned on the slab and the stones arranged around it, the runes had begun to activate. They now crisscrossed the room with a gigantic invisible spiderweb. I could almost see the tensile silvery strands shooting past my head, feel them slicing through me.
Even if the Book somehow got off the slab, it would be instantly stuck in the first of countless sticky compartments. The harder it fought, the more the web would twist around it, eventually cocooning it.
It was over. It was really over. There was no other shoe that was going to drop.
There was a time Id thought this day would never come. The mission had seemed too difficult, the odds too strongly stacked against us.
But wed done it.
The Sinsar Dubh was shut down. Locked up. Caged. Imprisoned. Put to rest. Neutralized. Inert.
So long as nobody ever came down here and set it free again.
We were going to need better locks on the door. And I was going to make a motion that no one in the Haven got to have a key this time around. I wasnt sure why theyd been able to get in to begin with. There was no reason anyone should enter this cavern. Ever.
Relief flooded me. I was having a hard time processing that it was really, truly over and comprehending all that meant.
Life could begin again. It would never be as normal as it used to be, but it would be a lot more normal than it had been for a long time. With the biggest, most immediate threat out of the way, we could focus our efforts on reclaiming and rebuilding our world. I could get some pots and dirt and start a rooftop garden at the bookstore.
Id never have to walk down a dark street and be afraid the Book might be waiting for me, ready to crush me with a bone-deep migraine, set my spine on fire, or tempt me with illusion. It would never again possess one of us, never slaughter its way through our midst or threaten the people I loved.
I didnt have to strip when I went to Chesters anymore! Skintight clothing was a fad whose time had passed.
I turned around. Everyone was looking at me expectantly. They looked so wired and anxious, I suspected theyd jump out of their skins if I said, Boo. And for a moment I was tempted.
But I didnt want anything to detract from the joy of the moment. I spread my hands and shrugged, smiling. Its over. It worked. The Sinsar Dubh is just a book. Nothing more.
Theyre protecting the queen with their lives, Barrons said flatly. They count.
We still lost.
Drustan placed the Book on the slab. Barrons took the stones from Lor and Fade and placed the first three around it. Vlane laid the final stone in place. As soon as the four were positioned, they began to glow an eerie blue-black and emit a soft, constant chime.
The entire top of the slab was bathed in blue-black light.
Now, MacKayla, Vlane said.
I bit my lower lip, hesitating, wondering what would happen if I refused.
We voted, Kat reminded.
I sighed. I knew what would happen. Wed still be down here tomorrow and the next day and the next, arguing about what to do.
I had a really bad feeling about this. But Id had really bad feelings before that had amounted to nothing more than a case of nerves and, after everything Id been through, I could understand how I might feel dread merely being in the Books presence.
I looked at Vlane. He nodded encouragingly.
I looked at Barrons. He was so inhumanly still that I almost missed him. For a moment, he looked like someone elses shadow in the bright cavern. It was a neat trick. I knew what that kind of stillness meant. He didnt like it, either, but had come to the same conclusions as me. Ours was a volatile group. It had voted. If I went against that vote, all hell would break lose. Wed turn on one another, and who knew how ugly things might get?
My parents were here. Did I remove the runes and potentially expose them to risk? Or refuse and potentially expose them to risk?
There were no good choices.
I reached into the blue-black light and began to peel the first rune from the spine. As I pried it away, it pulsed like a small angry heartbeat and left a lesion that pooled with black blood before vanishing.
What am I supposed to do with them? I held it in the air.
Velvet will sift them away as you remove them, Vlane said.
One by one, I tugged them away and they popped out of existence.
When there was only one left, I stopped and pressed both my hands to the cover. It felt inert. Were the runes on the inside of these walls really enough to hold it? I was about to find out.
I tugged the final one from the binding of the book. It came away reluctantly, squirming like a hungry leech, and tried to attach to me once Id broken the bond.
Velvet sifted it out.
I held my breath as the crimson rune vanished. After about twenty seconds, I heard a small explosion of gusty exhales. I think we all expected it to morph into the Beast and rain down the end of days on us.
Well? Vlane said.
I opened my sidhe-seer senses, trying to feelit.
Is it contained? Barrons demanded.
I reached with everything I had, stretching, pushing that part of me that could sense OOPs as far as it could go, and for a brief moment I felt the entire interior of the cavern and understood the purposes of the runes.
Each had been meticulously chiseled into the stone interior so that if lines were drawn connecting them, from floor to ceiling and wall to wall, they would reveal an intricate tight grid. Once the Book had been positioned on the slab and the stones arranged around it, the runes had begun to activate. They now crisscrossed the room with a gigantic invisible spiderweb. I could almost see the tensile silvery strands shooting past my head, feel them slicing through me.
Even if the Book somehow got off the slab, it would be instantly stuck in the first of countless sticky compartments. The harder it fought, the more the web would twist around it, eventually cocooning it.
It was over. It was really over. There was no other shoe that was going to drop.
There was a time Id thought this day would never come. The mission had seemed too difficult, the odds too strongly stacked against us.
But wed done it.
The Sinsar Dubh was shut down. Locked up. Caged. Imprisoned. Put to rest. Neutralized. Inert.
So long as nobody ever came down here and set it free again.
We were going to need better locks on the door. And I was going to make a motion that no one in the Haven got to have a key this time around. I wasnt sure why theyd been able to get in to begin with. There was no reason anyone should enter this cavern. Ever.
Relief flooded me. I was having a hard time processing that it was really, truly over and comprehending all that meant.
Life could begin again. It would never be as normal as it used to be, but it would be a lot more normal than it had been for a long time. With the biggest, most immediate threat out of the way, we could focus our efforts on reclaiming and rebuilding our world. I could get some pots and dirt and start a rooftop garden at the bookstore.
Id never have to walk down a dark street and be afraid the Book might be waiting for me, ready to crush me with a bone-deep migraine, set my spine on fire, or tempt me with illusion. It would never again possess one of us, never slaughter its way through our midst or threaten the people I loved.
I didnt have to strip when I went to Chesters anymore! Skintight clothing was a fad whose time had passed.
I turned around. Everyone was looking at me expectantly. They looked so wired and anxious, I suspected theyd jump out of their skins if I said, Boo. And for a moment I was tempted.
But I didnt want anything to detract from the joy of the moment. I spread my hands and shrugged, smiling. Its over. It worked. The Sinsar Dubh is just a book. Nothing more.
