Touch of Power
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I worried that Kerrick would give up the search, seeing it all as a colossal waste of time. When we encountered yet another large group of people, I remembered how the forest reacted to intruders. Finding two people among all these searchers would be almost impossible.
“We need to talk to Mom,” I said to Kerrick during one of our breaks.
He sharpened his sword with a stone. “Why?” he asked without looking up.
“Only she can empty the woods for you.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know.” I gestured at the surrounding trees. “How the intruders feel to the forest, like an infection or pox on a sick patient.”
Kerrick stopped in midstroke, glancing at me with suspicion. “How do you know that?”
“From you.”
“I didn’t tell—”
I huffed. “When you grabbed me from the mercs. Remember? Your skin and hair turned the colors of the forest, and—”
“I know what I did. I just didn’t know you could…feel it, as well. I never could explain the experience to anyone.” He considered. “You’re right. We should ask Mom to empty the forest of searchers.”
Shocked that he admitted I was right, I almost missed the next thing he said.
“But Mom doesn’t know,” Kerrick said.
“Doesn’t know what?” Belen asked. He had returned from scouting and sat down next to me.
Kerrick stared at me with a hint of amusement as I realized Belen didn’t know about his forest magic, either. And Kerrick wasn’t inclined to tell him. Though he didn’t seem worried I’d tell Belen. Hell.
Magicians tended to be skittish, as well. When a family discovered their child was gifted with powers, they kept it quiet until the child learned control of his magic and could protect himself. Kidnapping of young mages had been an unfortunate problem before the plague. Children with magic could be sold for a thousand gold pieces to the northern tribes living in the wildlands.
“Mom doesn’t know I’m a healer, so if we find Melina and she’s injured it would be better not to have anyone around.” I don’t know why I covered for Kerrick. Perhaps I could use it to my advantage someday.
“Oh.”
We sat in silence for a while. I thought about the problem.
“The kidnapper has gone to ground,” I said. “We’ll tell Mom we know where, but he won’t emerge until everyone has given up. Mom will understand and order everyone but us out.”
“And what if we still don’t find them?” Kerrick asked.
“Do you have another idea?”
“No.”
Kerrick followed my plan, asking Mom to bring in the searchers. Since there had been no signs of Melina, she was happy for any bit of good news. Guilt churned in my stomach over our little deception. Little—how was that for trying to make myself feel better?
After all the watchmen and volunteers returned to the Lamp Post Inn, Kerrick ordered his men to stay behind, as well. “We will go alone,” he said, gesturing to me.
They protested and I wondered what Kerrick was up to. He didn’t change his mind. As we headed out, I tucked one of the daggers Belen gave me into my belt and the other into my boot. Kerrick noticed the action, but didn’t say a word.
When we reached the door, Belen stepped in the way. “If any harm—”
“Comes to her, you’ll rip out my arms. Got it,” Kerrick said.
“I’m serious,” Belen said.
“I know. Do you really think I’d put her in danger?”
“Not on purpose, but things happen that are beyond even your control.”
Kerrick gave him a tight smile. “You mean I’m not omnipotent?”
“You’re not even semipotent.”
“Is that even a word?” Kerrick asked.
“He probably meant you’re impotent,” I offered.
It was worth Kerrick’s glare to hear Belen’s deep chuckle. He pushed Belen aside. The big man’s laughter followed us as we left the inn.
Kerrick paused just after entering the forest. “We don’t have much light left. We’ll need to move quickly. How committed are you to finding Melina?”
An odd question. “Very.”
He held out his hand. “Two is better than one.”
Understanding rolled through me. I really didn’t want to touch him, but this wasn’t about me. When his fingers wrapped around mine, magic zipped along my skin, connecting me with the forest.
My awareness expanded into the trees and along the ground. The living green rustled with unease. Unwelcome irritants had trampled its young shoots. It pulsed with pain from broken branches and cut foliage. Deep in its heart, a splinter throbbed. A sore spot the forest wished to remove.
United through the forest’s essence, we searched for that thorn without saying a word. No need. I was no longer Avry, but an extension of green.
Together we found the path of a dangerous intruder. Light at first, it darkened as if rotting with excessive moisture. The smell of decay hung in the air.
And then it loomed before us. An infection oozing with an unnatural bile. Kerrick released my hand. I sank to my knees as the living essence retreated and Avry returned.
I sucked in deep breaths to clear my head, letting my eyes adjust to once again being an observer and not a part of the forest. I mourned the loss of the forest’s state of being, and I wondered how Kerrick could be so grumpy and mean when he had that ability to sink into the living green at will.
“We need to talk to Mom,” I said to Kerrick during one of our breaks.
He sharpened his sword with a stone. “Why?” he asked without looking up.
“Only she can empty the woods for you.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know.” I gestured at the surrounding trees. “How the intruders feel to the forest, like an infection or pox on a sick patient.”
Kerrick stopped in midstroke, glancing at me with suspicion. “How do you know that?”
“From you.”
“I didn’t tell—”
I huffed. “When you grabbed me from the mercs. Remember? Your skin and hair turned the colors of the forest, and—”
“I know what I did. I just didn’t know you could…feel it, as well. I never could explain the experience to anyone.” He considered. “You’re right. We should ask Mom to empty the forest of searchers.”
Shocked that he admitted I was right, I almost missed the next thing he said.
“But Mom doesn’t know,” Kerrick said.
“Doesn’t know what?” Belen asked. He had returned from scouting and sat down next to me.
Kerrick stared at me with a hint of amusement as I realized Belen didn’t know about his forest magic, either. And Kerrick wasn’t inclined to tell him. Though he didn’t seem worried I’d tell Belen. Hell.
Magicians tended to be skittish, as well. When a family discovered their child was gifted with powers, they kept it quiet until the child learned control of his magic and could protect himself. Kidnapping of young mages had been an unfortunate problem before the plague. Children with magic could be sold for a thousand gold pieces to the northern tribes living in the wildlands.
“Mom doesn’t know I’m a healer, so if we find Melina and she’s injured it would be better not to have anyone around.” I don’t know why I covered for Kerrick. Perhaps I could use it to my advantage someday.
“Oh.”
We sat in silence for a while. I thought about the problem.
“The kidnapper has gone to ground,” I said. “We’ll tell Mom we know where, but he won’t emerge until everyone has given up. Mom will understand and order everyone but us out.”
“And what if we still don’t find them?” Kerrick asked.
“Do you have another idea?”
“No.”
Kerrick followed my plan, asking Mom to bring in the searchers. Since there had been no signs of Melina, she was happy for any bit of good news. Guilt churned in my stomach over our little deception. Little—how was that for trying to make myself feel better?
After all the watchmen and volunteers returned to the Lamp Post Inn, Kerrick ordered his men to stay behind, as well. “We will go alone,” he said, gesturing to me.
They protested and I wondered what Kerrick was up to. He didn’t change his mind. As we headed out, I tucked one of the daggers Belen gave me into my belt and the other into my boot. Kerrick noticed the action, but didn’t say a word.
When we reached the door, Belen stepped in the way. “If any harm—”
“Comes to her, you’ll rip out my arms. Got it,” Kerrick said.
“I’m serious,” Belen said.
“I know. Do you really think I’d put her in danger?”
“Not on purpose, but things happen that are beyond even your control.”
Kerrick gave him a tight smile. “You mean I’m not omnipotent?”
“You’re not even semipotent.”
“Is that even a word?” Kerrick asked.
“He probably meant you’re impotent,” I offered.
It was worth Kerrick’s glare to hear Belen’s deep chuckle. He pushed Belen aside. The big man’s laughter followed us as we left the inn.
Kerrick paused just after entering the forest. “We don’t have much light left. We’ll need to move quickly. How committed are you to finding Melina?”
An odd question. “Very.”
He held out his hand. “Two is better than one.”
Understanding rolled through me. I really didn’t want to touch him, but this wasn’t about me. When his fingers wrapped around mine, magic zipped along my skin, connecting me with the forest.
My awareness expanded into the trees and along the ground. The living green rustled with unease. Unwelcome irritants had trampled its young shoots. It pulsed with pain from broken branches and cut foliage. Deep in its heart, a splinter throbbed. A sore spot the forest wished to remove.
United through the forest’s essence, we searched for that thorn without saying a word. No need. I was no longer Avry, but an extension of green.
Together we found the path of a dangerous intruder. Light at first, it darkened as if rotting with excessive moisture. The smell of decay hung in the air.
And then it loomed before us. An infection oozing with an unnatural bile. Kerrick released my hand. I sank to my knees as the living essence retreated and Avry returned.
I sucked in deep breaths to clear my head, letting my eyes adjust to once again being an observer and not a part of the forest. I mourned the loss of the forest’s state of being, and I wondered how Kerrick could be so grumpy and mean when he had that ability to sink into the living green at will.
