Shadowfever
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I scanned it, eager to find proof of my heroic role, or at least no proof of a villainous one.
The Beast will break free and scourge the earth. It cannot be destroyed. It cannot be damaged. An unholy tree, it will grow new leaves. It must be woven. (Walled? Caged?) From the mightiest bloodlines come two: If the one dies young, the other who longs for death will hunt it. Jewels from icy cliffs laid to the east, west, north, and south will make the three faces one. Five of the hidden barrier will chant as the jewels are laid, and one who burns pure (burned on a pyre?) will return it to the place from which it escaped. If the inhabited possessed (not sure of this word transformed?) seals it in the heart of darkness, it will slumber, with one eye open.
Dudesucky! Who writes that kinda drivel? Dani exclaimed over my shoulder.
Jo sniffed. I did the best I could what with the woman not spelling a single word the same way twice.
Would itve killed her to be a little more specific? Dani groused.
She probably thought she was being specific, I said. The nuances of language changed constantly, especially dialect and lingo. Really, Dani, whod be able to translate dudesucky a thousand years from now?
But it wasnt only language that compounded things. Communicating a dream was difficult. Id been so troubled by my Cold Place dreams in middle school that Id finally told Daddy I was having a recurring nightmare. Hed encouraged me to write it down, and together wed tried to decide what it meant.
Logical, pragmatic Jack Lane believed the brain was like a vast computer, and dreams were the conscious minds way of backing up and storing the days events in the subconscious, filing away memories and organizing lessons. But hed also believed that if a dream kept recurring, it suggested the mind or heart was having a problem dealing with something.
Hed proposed that my dream reflected a childs natural fear of losing her mother, but even at ten, that hadnt quite rung true for me. Now I wondered if Daddy had secretly worried that the recurring dream had something to do with the biological mother Id lost, that perhaps Id been trapped somewhere cold, forced to watch her die.
That was what Id been thinking, too, until my recent experience in the White Mansion with the concubine and king, when Id realized she was the woman from my dreams, coupled with my latest dream, where watching her die felt like I had perished. Now I was troubled by an entirely different possibility.
Regardless, when Id attempted to write down my Cold Place dream, it had come out looking a lot like this prophecy: vague, dreamy, and confusing as hell.
Besides, we think we have it sorted out, Jo said. The word Keltar means magic mantle. The clan of the Keltar, or MacKeltar, served as Druids to the TuathaD Danann thousands of years ago, when the Fae still lived among us. When the Compact was negotiated and the Fae retired from our world, they left the Keltar in charge of honoring the Compact and protecting the old lore.
And weve learned there are five male Druids living, said Mary.
Dageus, Drustan, Cian, Christian, and Christopher, Jo said. Weve already dispatched a message to them, asking them to join us here.
Unfortunately, Christian was going to be a problem.
You said you knew where the four stones are, Kat said.
I nodded.
So all we need is you to tell us where the Book is, one of the Keltar to pick it up and bring it here, the four stones laid around it, and the five of them to re-inter it with whatever binding song or chant they know. It sounds like one of them will know whatever needs to be done at the end. I spoke to one of their wives, and she seemed to understand what was meant by the inhabited or possessed.
Re-inter it where? I demanded, watching Rowena closely. It looked as if my only role in the entire matter was to track it. This entire time Id been feeling as if I had to do it all, but my part in the prophecy was really very small. There was nothing in the prophecy about me that was bad. Just that Alina might die and I would long for deathbeen there, done that. I felt a huge weight slip from my shoulders. There were five other people responsible for the bulk of it. It was all I could do not to punch the air with a fist and shout, Yes!
Where it was before, she said coolly.
And wheres that?
Down the corridor Dani said you couldnt pass, Jo said.
The Grand Mistress shot her a quelling look.
Can you get past the woman who guards it? I asked Rowena.
Dont fash yourself with my business, girl. Ill do my part. You do yours.
Vlane couldnt get past it, either, I fished, wondering why.
No Fae can. Smugness dripped from her words, and I knew shed had something to do with that.
Who is the woman that guards the hall?
Jo answered, The last known leader of the Haven.
Rowenas current Haven was cloaked in secrecy. You mean my mother?
Isla was not your mother! She had only one child, Rowena snapped.
Then who am I?
Precisely. She managed to try, convict, and execute me with the single word.
The prophecy said there were two of us. One dies young, the other longs for death. Had she and I been alone, I wasnt sure how far I would have gone to force answers from her, but I knew this much: I wouldnt have liked myself when it was over.
The Beast will break free and scourge the earth. It cannot be destroyed. It cannot be damaged. An unholy tree, it will grow new leaves. It must be woven. (Walled? Caged?) From the mightiest bloodlines come two: If the one dies young, the other who longs for death will hunt it. Jewels from icy cliffs laid to the east, west, north, and south will make the three faces one. Five of the hidden barrier will chant as the jewels are laid, and one who burns pure (burned on a pyre?) will return it to the place from which it escaped. If the inhabited possessed (not sure of this word transformed?) seals it in the heart of darkness, it will slumber, with one eye open.
Dudesucky! Who writes that kinda drivel? Dani exclaimed over my shoulder.
Jo sniffed. I did the best I could what with the woman not spelling a single word the same way twice.
Would itve killed her to be a little more specific? Dani groused.
She probably thought she was being specific, I said. The nuances of language changed constantly, especially dialect and lingo. Really, Dani, whod be able to translate dudesucky a thousand years from now?
But it wasnt only language that compounded things. Communicating a dream was difficult. Id been so troubled by my Cold Place dreams in middle school that Id finally told Daddy I was having a recurring nightmare. Hed encouraged me to write it down, and together wed tried to decide what it meant.
Logical, pragmatic Jack Lane believed the brain was like a vast computer, and dreams were the conscious minds way of backing up and storing the days events in the subconscious, filing away memories and organizing lessons. But hed also believed that if a dream kept recurring, it suggested the mind or heart was having a problem dealing with something.
Hed proposed that my dream reflected a childs natural fear of losing her mother, but even at ten, that hadnt quite rung true for me. Now I wondered if Daddy had secretly worried that the recurring dream had something to do with the biological mother Id lost, that perhaps Id been trapped somewhere cold, forced to watch her die.
That was what Id been thinking, too, until my recent experience in the White Mansion with the concubine and king, when Id realized she was the woman from my dreams, coupled with my latest dream, where watching her die felt like I had perished. Now I was troubled by an entirely different possibility.
Regardless, when Id attempted to write down my Cold Place dream, it had come out looking a lot like this prophecy: vague, dreamy, and confusing as hell.
Besides, we think we have it sorted out, Jo said. The word Keltar means magic mantle. The clan of the Keltar, or MacKeltar, served as Druids to the TuathaD Danann thousands of years ago, when the Fae still lived among us. When the Compact was negotiated and the Fae retired from our world, they left the Keltar in charge of honoring the Compact and protecting the old lore.
And weve learned there are five male Druids living, said Mary.
Dageus, Drustan, Cian, Christian, and Christopher, Jo said. Weve already dispatched a message to them, asking them to join us here.
Unfortunately, Christian was going to be a problem.
You said you knew where the four stones are, Kat said.
I nodded.
So all we need is you to tell us where the Book is, one of the Keltar to pick it up and bring it here, the four stones laid around it, and the five of them to re-inter it with whatever binding song or chant they know. It sounds like one of them will know whatever needs to be done at the end. I spoke to one of their wives, and she seemed to understand what was meant by the inhabited or possessed.
Re-inter it where? I demanded, watching Rowena closely. It looked as if my only role in the entire matter was to track it. This entire time Id been feeling as if I had to do it all, but my part in the prophecy was really very small. There was nothing in the prophecy about me that was bad. Just that Alina might die and I would long for deathbeen there, done that. I felt a huge weight slip from my shoulders. There were five other people responsible for the bulk of it. It was all I could do not to punch the air with a fist and shout, Yes!
Where it was before, she said coolly.
And wheres that?
Down the corridor Dani said you couldnt pass, Jo said.
The Grand Mistress shot her a quelling look.
Can you get past the woman who guards it? I asked Rowena.
Dont fash yourself with my business, girl. Ill do my part. You do yours.
Vlane couldnt get past it, either, I fished, wondering why.
No Fae can. Smugness dripped from her words, and I knew shed had something to do with that.
Who is the woman that guards the hall?
Jo answered, The last known leader of the Haven.
Rowenas current Haven was cloaked in secrecy. You mean my mother?
Isla was not your mother! She had only one child, Rowena snapped.
Then who am I?
Precisely. She managed to try, convict, and execute me with the single word.
The prophecy said there were two of us. One dies young, the other longs for death. Had she and I been alone, I wasnt sure how far I would have gone to force answers from her, but I knew this much: I wouldnt have liked myself when it was over.
