Part 2

It took more than a full week for Devon to recover from the effects of the poison. In all that time he remained bedridden, confined to the queen’s bedchamber with little company other than Jenna who stayed with him the entire time, even taking her meals with him, and his guard who would come in on intervals allowing Aliyeah the respite to manage her affairs of state. The Gold Queen returned late in the afternoon to find him dressed and standing before a mirror. 

“Devon. You shouldn’t be up. How are you feeling?” The queen asked with worry in her voice. 

“Perfectly healthy my queen. Thanks for your concern.” He bowed.

“His fever is gone auntie. I checked.” Jenna added.

“Thanks sweetheart. You’ve been a tremendous help.” The Gold Queen smiled. 

“Yes, thank you princess.” Devon said, embracing her warmly. “You didn’t need to watch over me the entire time you know, though I do appreciate the show of love, your grace.”

“You were badly hurt, uncle. I couldn’t risk any harm coming to you in such a vulnerable state.” She smiled brightly for the first time since the incident.

Devon took a step back and waved his hand. His weapon belt glided from its resting place on the rack to wrap around his waist and securely clasp.

“What are you doing?” Aliyeah asked.

“There are people who will be worried about me. I can’t let them think I’m dead. I have to go back to the Magister’s tower and then visit the manor to attend…”

“Are you out of your gods be damned mind!” The queen yelled. “What is wrong with you vampyr? Is your entire accursed race insane? You’re barely on your feet for a few minutes and you think you’re going back to the place where you were murdered?”

Jenna’s eyes widened, startled by the queen’s outburst, she took a step back.

“Aliyeah. There’s no danger. I’m certain…”

“Shut up! Shut up! Just shut the hells up!!!” She shook with anger and fury. “You…” She took a deep breath, her eyes grew wide as saucers alight with raging flames. “You aren’t going anywhere. You’re not going to Westport, you’re not going to the Bastion and sure as hells aren’t going to Sanguinar!” 

“I won’t be gone lo…”

“You’re not hearing me.” She growled. “I, Aliyeah Queen of Dragons, command you to remain on the palace grounds until I say different. Do you understand this order, Highlord?”

“Aliyeah…”

“My queen. You are so fond of calling me my queen. Do so now. Obey my command and say yes my queen. Not a word more.”

“I just need…”

“Silence! Not another word. You will abide by my command Darkstar. Bahamut help you if I find you’ve done otherwise.” The irate Queen of Dragons stormed out of the room, slamming the door so hard, the wood split and the top hinge separated from the frame. 

Devon closed his eyes, lowering his head. Jenna hesitantly approached him. She reached for his arm. 

“Uncle?”

“Apologies, your grace.” His breathing was rough and erratic. “You should not have been forced to see that. The Queen didn’t mean…”

“She most certainly did uncle.” Jenna hugged him. “Walk with me. Some fresh air will do you good.” She laced her arm through his and led him out into the hall. 

He looked back at the broken door, lamenting this most recent unpleasant exchange with his queen. 

“No worries uncle. I’ll have a craftsman repair it immediately.”

Devon waved his hand at the broken portal. It lit up with a magical blue aura. Instantly it came back together. The split wood drew closed and solidified. The hinge reset into the stone frame as the cracked wall sealed. 

“Or not.” Jenna grinned. “I forget the extent of your arcane ability on occasion.”

Maya was waiting in the foyer with Cassandra and Seraphyne. She eyed his weapon belt with dubiousness. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Nowhere darlin. Absolutely nowhere.”

“Not true. We’re off to the map room garden Maya.”

“The Queen said…” Cassie began to protest. 

“He is not to leave the palace grounds.” Jenna finished for her. “Last I recall the garden is located in the gold spire, very much within the palace walls. I’m sure you heard her say as much. It’s not like she was quiet about it.”

Maya looked at Cassie and nodded. 

“As you say princess. We’ll attend to you, my lord.” The elder gold dragon agreed. 

“Maya darlin. May I have a word in private.”

“If by private you mean with me at your side, then by all means uncle.” Jenna said matter of factly.

“Very well. Maya?”

“If you insist, my lord.” She answered with skepticism in her tone. 

They stepped a short distance away. Devon hid the incantation well. The black dragon felt the familiar tingle in her mind as hers connected with his. She glared angrily at him knowing what was about to be said would not make her happy. Their thoughts melded. Devon was able to silently speak to her through the telepathic bond linking them. 

“I need a favor.” He began. 

“You always need a favor.” She responded snidely.

“Return to the magister’s tower and let them know I’m ok.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Really? You can’t possibly think I’d leave you unprotected after what just happened.” 

You heard the Queen. I’m not to leave the palace.”

“And that means what exactly? Since when do you follow such directions?” 

“I think… for now at least… I’m best served obeying my queen. I don’t think it’s a good time to test her favor.”

“You’re smarter than you look, Darkstar.” She huffed. “Fine. I’ll go.”

They stopped walking and he turned to face her. 

“Thanks darlin. I owe you.” He spoke aloud.

“I’ll add it to the list.” The black dragon sneered, then curled her lip in a half smile. She bowed and stalked away. 

“Was there some reason you couldn’t say that in front of the others?” Jenna asked, confused. 

“No. I guess not.” Devon smiled innocently. He turned back to Cassie and Vignette. “Coming?”

The two dragons eyed him suspiciously. None the wiser, they escorted him to his destination. 

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The weather was awful in Westport. Teaming rain and strong winds matched the mood of the black dragon. The darkness of the day echoed the sentiments of sorrow felt by the inhabitants of the magister’s tower. She knocked on the door. A few moments later the portal opened. An acolyte greeted her. 

“I’m sorry miss. The magister does not wish to be disturbed.”

“She will see me.” Maya said, stepping past him, inside and out of the storm. “Take me to her at once.”

“Miss, the magister specifically said no visitors. Have you not heard the news?”

“I have. However I bring words she will want to hear personally. Now do you intend to show me up or do I go myself.” The black dragon’s icy stare was nearly as intimidating as her draconic aura. The young acolyte fidgeted nervously. 

“As you say miss. But the magister is not going to react kindly to the interruption.”

“We’ll see about that.”

He led her up the stairs, seven flights in total stopping just before the landing. “I’m sorry miss. I seem to have forgotten to ask your name so I might announce your arrival.” 

The black dragon ignored the apprentice, continuing past him and into the common room. Holly was sitting with her face in her hands. It was very likely she had been crying the entire week since the incident. Magister Crowley wore a look of shock. Her face was pale and ashen. She appeared consumed with the grief of a mother who had just lost her child. Asheara had her head lowered whispering in Holly’s ear, perhaps offering words of comfort, words Maya was sure would have no such impact on the archmage. Alayne had a vacant look in her eyes as if some part of her had suddenly gone missing. She was ghostly white. Maya had a sense this was not the first time she had experienced such gut wrenching sorrow. Then there was Mads. The little girl was curled up in her mother’s lap, leaning heavily into her. She was rubbing her eyes, sniffling her nose and sobbing, too afraid to cry lest the adults in the room lose their composure as well. The child turned her head toward the sound of the intruder. She blinked in disbelief at the sight of the black dragon. She lurched forward, leaping from the sofa.

“Auntie Maya!!!” The little girl threw herself at the dragon. Maya knelt and caught her. The child squeezed her hard as she could while tears flooded her face. “He’s dead!” She lost all control of her emotions and began to thrash and kick at the pale skinned woman. “You promised to protect him! You promised!” She cried in painful anguish muttering, ‘you promised’ as she pressed her face into Maya’s shoulder, smearing her wet eyes and running nose into her blouse.”

Maya blinked away a tear. She hadn’t cried in more than a century and her heart ached for the little girl as a stark understanding of why Devon had sent her on this task threatened to overwhelm her.

“Shh. Shh. Shh. It’s ok little one. That’s why I’m here.”

Holly looked up at the commotion, her affect still flat and empty. Her expression was vacant. Suddenly all eyes in the room were on the dragon.

“I’ve come to tell you that Devon’s ok. Jarath was able to bring him… to heal him, little one.” 

“What?” Holly gasped. Her raw eyes lighting with hope.

“Well where is he then?” The child spoke the question everyone else wanted to ask.

“He was hurt rather badly.” She looked at the magister. “He was poisoned and needs time to recover.”

“Impossible.” Holly muttered. “He can’t be poisoned. I’m no expert on Sanguinari blood magic but that I know… he told me as much.”

“Sadly Holly, not impossible. Improbable. Unexpected. But not impossible. He claims to have never encountered a toxin like it in all his travels. Considering the places he’s been… that raises some serious concerns.”

“But he is going to be ok?” Alayne inquired.

“Yes. Physically he will recover. He has recovered.”

“So why have you traveled here alone then Maya? Why did he not come himself? The girls are distraught, sick with grief.” The magister questioned.

“The Queen of Dragons has commanded he remain in the dragon realm until such time as she is able to assess any further risk to him.” Maya continued in the tongue of Sanguinar. “Yego moarte byla pochti postoyannoy. Nashi svyashchenniki ne smogli vernut’ yego.” (His death was very nearly permanent. Our priests could not bring him back.)

“Poslednyaya moarte?” (Final Death?) The magister asked.

The black dragon nodded. “Thankfully his spirit responded to the call of his friend… otherwise…” Maya looked away, absentmindedly hugging Mads who was still wrapped in her arms.

“I don’t understand.” Alayne said, still stunned.

“I’ll explain later.” Holly said, eyeing Mads.

“You’re his queen. Can’t you order him to come back?” Madalyn asked.

Maya shook her head. “Not this time sweetling. But I’m sure it won’t be long before he convinces her to allow him to return.”

“By whose standard of time?” Asheara questioned. “Dragons and humans see it very differently.”

“That we do.” She carried Maya to the sofa. “May I sit?”

The magister motioned with her hand. “Please.”

“If there is anything you can tell me about that night, Magister Crowley, it could expedite the conclusion of Devon’s sequester.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know anymore than your cohort Rayne. He stood to introduce himself to the new mayor.”

Mad’s eyes were fixated on the magister, listening intently to the tale. The old mage waved her hand and they closed. The child fell fast asleep.

“There was a crashing sound of broken glass. An arrow struck the boy in the chest and he fell. I detected an aura of dark magic, that I can tell you. Rayne rushed to his side, shielding him from further attack. He convulsed for a few seconds and was gone. She disappeared an instant later. I recognized the spell that took him. An incantation triggered only by the most dire of circumstances. When neither returned I assumed the worst.”

“I’m sorry it took so long to bring you word. He was bedridden until a mere few hours ago. As soon as he was able, he intended to return. My queen commanded him otherwise. Not out of malice mind you, just a fear for his safety.”

“I see.” The magister pursed her lips.

“The Pale Lady knew… I’m surprised she did not send one of hers to speak with you. Selene is an ally, is she not?”

“She is. But if I know her, she’s hunting right now. Woe to the hapless being who did this if she finds him. There will be no mercy shown.”

“That’s good to know. Whoever did this deserves none. And I promise you… They’ll get worse if I happen upon them.” The black dragon’s anger sent a chill into the room. 

“Selene’s always been protective of the boy my dear, very much like yourself. If anyone can get to the bottom of it, she will.” The Magister paused. “Now. Lady Radcliffe… That woman is many things, some of which are not for a proper lady to say aloud, but I will tell you this… I guarantee she has every one of her ravens searching right now. I only hope they don’t do anything to fracture the peace between our towns. Vampyr are not well known for their compassion.”

“Devon is, quite so.” Maya said defensively. 

“That’s because he learned love at an early age.” She smiled at a blushing Holly.

Maya felt a momentary twinge of resentment. “I should probably go before I am missed. May I tuck her in?”

Alayne nodded. “Of course.”

Maya gently cradled the sleeping girl, allowing Alayne to lead her to the guest room she and her daughter had occupied for the better part of the last year. The black dragon carefully set Mads on the bed then kissed her forehead. 

“Tell her I’ll visit soon.”

“I will.” Alayne smiled.

They walked back into the sitting room where Maya said her farewell.

“Should you learn anything more…” She handed Holly a coin. It bore a darkstar on one side and a dragon on the other. To Holly’s arcane site it was obviously enchanted.

“Of course.” She clutched it tight in her hand as the dragon turned away. “Maya.” She called out. “Tell him I…” She stopped mid sentence.

Maya grinned. “I will.” and she was gone.

Part 3

Two moon cycles later. 

Aliyeah had extended the breath of his confinement to include the entire capital. They stood on an outcrop of rocks overlooking the Sea of Wyrms, a body of water that encapsulated the city. Devon was grateful to be outside the walls of the palace but even this respite seemed gratuitous to one so used to traveling the planes. Cassie, Vignette and Maya had set a perimeter allowing the queen the privacy to speak with her consort. Jenna, as had been the case since he appeared in the parlor that tragic day, still refused to leave his side. 

“How much longer do you intend to impose this restriction on me? I’ve fully healed. I’m ready to resume my duties and I really would like the opportunity to find out who attacked me.”

“And the last is why you must stay. Two full moons is a blink in the life of a dragon my love. I would have thought you’d have adjusted to our sense of time after your foray into the Boglands.”

“I’m trying my queen. If I could just be allowed a short visit to the Bastion. I’d like to speak with Jarath.”

“I hold no opposition to you seeing your friend. I’ll have Cam summon him here.”

“Aliyeah…”

“No. No Bastion,  No Prime, No Wrathgate. Any business you need to attend to may be conducted here. You have an office and full availability to the palace and outlying grounds. There is no need for you to risk additional harm.”

“How about the Sunken Fen. Maya could…”

“No Devon. You’re not ready. There are dangers there that I’m not comfortable exposing you to with only a single guardian.”

“Sable would never allow…”

“No. That’s my final word.” The Queen of Dragons was becoming agitated. “You still don’t get it do you. You were dead. I very nearly lost you. Forever Devon.” She was becoming visibly upset. “None of my priests could revive you. Not the Clerics of Tamara. Not the high priest of the platinum dragon Bahamut himself.” She had tears in her eyes. “I’d never been so frightened, felt so helpless. How Jarath managed it is beyond my understanding. I’m just grateful he did. So if I seem overprotective right now I’m sorry. Indulge me. Please. I can’t go through that again. Not yet.”

“Aliyeah. I…”

She took a deep breath to regain her composure. “I’ll send for the Lord Marshal. Now… Would it be too much of an imposition to ask my love to accompany me to lunch?”

“Of course not my queen.”

She smiled and kissed him, taking his hand. Jenna laced her arm through his cradling his maimed appendage. They walked slowly back to the palace speaking only of things not related to travel or the circumstances of his murder. Within the hour, they arrived at the very familiar doors leading to the dining hall. 

“Well hello sweetie. You’re looking better.” The Silver Queen smiled affectionately.

“Michaela!” He rushed over and hugged her tight. “It’s good to see you. Aliyeah didn’t mention you’d be here?”

“Oh. I’m not interrupting am I?”

“Of course not. Please, sit with us.”

The silver dragon smiled. “Aww. Thanks sweetie. Oh Devon. This is my cousin Aneela.

“Pleased to meet you my lord.” She smiled pleasantly. “Kayla has told me so much about you. You’re a legend among our people.”

“Well I don’t know about all that…” He answered humbly. “It’s nice to make your acquaintance as well. Her grace is near and dear to my heart.”

Aneela smiled. “So I hear.”

She doesn’t visit the capital often.“ Michaela continued, “preferring the cold climate of the Wynter Peaks, the Silver Kingdom, but recent events have caused her to relocate.”

“Oh? What happened?”

Michaela’s persistent smile faded. “You died sweetie. Or have you forgotten.” She looked at Aliyeah questioning his mental faculties.

“No. I know… I’m aware. I’m just confused as to why that would draw her to the capital.”

“She will be joining your guard my love. A full guard consists of six. You’re short protectors.”

“I appreciate the gesture. I really do… but the five I have more than suffice.”

Michaela looked quizzically at Aliyeah. “Did you not tell him?”

“Tell me what?”

“That I had made the appointment. Apologies, my love. There are many things requiring my attention. I just assumed you wouldn’t mind. She is Michaela’s cousin after all.”

“No, of course not. I’m sorry. I meant no disrespect. It’s fine. She’ll be most welcome.” He turned toward the Silver Queen. “Thank you, your grace. It’s quite kind of you to offer her service, but are you certain it’s wise to put your family at such risk?”

“Family protects family Devon.” Michaela replied.

“Cam.”

“Yes my queen.”

“After lunch, would you be so kind as to locate Jarath and ask him to visit. Devon would like to speak with him should he be so inclined to find the time.”

“I’d check The Gardens of Opulent Splendor first. If I know Jarath that’s where he’ll be… at least recreationally. Beyond that there is the church at the Bastion and the lodge in the Beastlands, though I sincerely doubt he’d spend any significant amount of time there. And thanks Cam. I’d go myself but…”

“It’s no trouble at all Devon. I’ll find the scown and drag him along if I have to.”

“If Keira is around, invite her too. We can share some wine while the men talk.”

“As you say my queen.”

“Splendid. See my love. And everyone’s happy.” She kissed him on the lips.

“Yeah.” He said half heartedly. “Everyone.”

Later that day…. 

Devon found himself sitting on a terrace high in the gold spire. Intricate brickwork patterned in a  mosaic was designed so that from high in the sky the masonry revealed the form of an ancient gold dragon resting on a mountain. He sipped on a glass of green alcohol that drew looks of consternation from the dragons around him, all save Maya who shared in the libation.

“Do you actually enjoy that uncle?” Jenna asked.

“It’s swill.” Vignette answered.

Devon chuckled. “I do. It’s quite good. I find that when I’m feeling a bit sullen the achuak hesjing brings me back to a happier time.”

Maya smirked.

“Care for a taste princess?” He offered.

Jenna tentatively took the glass. She brought it to her lips and imbibed the smallest of sips, as if it were a beverage too hot to be drinking. “Mmm. Cinnamon. It has an herbal sweetness but there’s something bitter too. I like it, uncle.” She smiled and kept the glass.

Maya poured her liege a fresh drink from  the darkened bottle. She leaned her face over it and spit a glob of acid into the cup causing it to sizzle as she handed it to him.

“Eww. You’re not really going to drink that are you?” Jarath’s voice. “I mean I know you two have a weird relationship but I’m not drinking anything someone spit in.” He grinned.

“My brother!” Devon stood excitedly.

Aneela barred the lord marshal’s progress. “I’ll need your weapons sir. No one may approach the Highlord with arms on their person.”

“You’re new here aren’t you?” He asked as he tried to step around her. 

She reached out with her sword arm, brandishing a gleaming truesteel longsword. “That wasn’t a request.”

“Whoah. Aneela.” Cam called out. “Stand down. This is Jarath. Devon’s oldest friend.”

“The queen has charged me with his protection. The others may be lax about security. I am not.”

“Lax? Who the hells?” Maya stood angrily.

“Relax darlin. Aneela. He’s fine. Let him pass.”

The silver dragon didn’t budge.

“Do as your Highlord commands.” Cam said emphatically.

Aneela hesitated. “Very well Lady Soroyan. Though I do not believe the queen will be pleased when she hears of this.” She lowered her blade.

Jarath gave her an incredulous look. 

Jenna stood and walked over to greet him. “Ignore her Lord Marshal. Welcome.”

“Hello Jenna.”

“Uncle is pleased that you have come to call.” She led him to the table. Maya kicked a chair in his direction then hissed through her teeth at the silver dragon before returning to her seat.

“How are you feeling?”

“V lovushke.” (Trapped.)

Maya turned her head somewhat taken aback by Devon’s choice in language.

“Kto novaya devushka?” (Who’s the new girl?) Jarath asked.

“Serebro. Dvoyurodnyy brat Mikaely.” (A silver. Michaela’s cousin.”)

Aneela looked curiously at him. Devon wasn’t sure if she understood. He was sure he didn’t care.

“She’s new to my personal guard.” He added in common.

“Lucky you. So what’s up? I’m sure you didn’t ask me here to make introductions.”

“Drink Jarath?” Maya grinned holding a bottle of the green, shaking it side to side.

“Pass on that. Cassie, is there whisky?”

“Of course Jarath.” She stepped over to a bar cart and poured him a glass.

“Vignette.” He offered in greeting to the blue dragon.

She ignored him looking down her nose at him then away.

“Such pleasant company you keep.”

“Don’t mind her scown.” Cam said, pulling up a chair of her own. “Blue’s are a bit haughty. They’re an acquired taste”

He sipped the whisky then raised the glass to Cassie in appreciation. 

“Hey where’s Rayne?”

“She needed a break. She’ll be back shortly.” Cam answered.

“You’re sure she’s ok? I haven’t seen her in a few weeks. It’s not like her to miss sunbathing in the garden.” Devon inquired.

“Yes. Absolutely. She went back to the Coral Coast. She’s set to return in the morning.”

“Good. When she does I want to see her.”

“I’ll let her know.”

“So my friend, when do you come off punishment?” Jarath joked.

“Not soon enough. Speaking of which though. Could I ask for a favor?”

“Get your traveling cloak ready.” Maya remarked snidely.

Jarath laughed. “What do you need?”

“Six moons have passed and I’d very much like the use of my right hand. Could you visit the Pale Lady and give her this message?”

As Devon spoke the word ‘message’ Jarath could feel something appear inside his surcoat pocket. The rogue’s ranged legerdemain went unnoticed.

“Why me?” He asked uncomfortably. “She’s been in a rather foul mood the last few weeks. I’m not sure she’ll even grant me an audience. She’s back in Sanguinar, you know?”

“Actually I didn’t. News doesn’t travel well here.”

“Anyhow your town is buttoned up tight. No visitors.”

“You grew up there too. They’ll admit you. I’d appreciate it.”

Jarath smoothed his jacket over the object in his pocket. “Ok. I’ll try.”

“Thanks. Did Keira come with?” 

“Yeah. She’s in the parlor.”

“Awesome. I’d enjoy the company of a fresh face. Shall we join them?”

“Sure. Why not.”

Jenna took his arm, something he had grown very accustomed to and led him and his entourage deep into the spire to join the queen and her guest.

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Jarath arrived just outside the manor in Sanguinar. As the landscape came into focus it looked very different than the last time he was there. The wrought iron gate securing the hill the mansion rested upon was closed. Five guardsmen along with three rather large wolves manned the entry and immediately challenged him.

“Where did you come from, human?”  They drew their swords. “Stand where you are.”

Jarath raised his hands to just below his shoulders. “Easy. I didn’t mean to startle you. The Pale Lady has allowed me to teleport into town in the past.”

“That was then. Any such intrusions must now be brought to the attention of the Nightmistress.”

“Great.” He thought to himself. “I’m sure Ria won’t complicate matters.” He sighed, lowering his hands. “Ok. I’ll wait.”

One of the wolves raced off, returning minutes later with a blonde haired vampyr. As she drew near, the Lord Marshal could make out the black kohl rimming her eyes. 

“Hello Charissa.”

She smiled exposing a pair of oversized canines that glinted in the moonlight. “Jarath. What an unexpected pleasure. Stand down captain. He’s with me.” 

The guardsmen sheathed their weapons and resumed their watch. The Nightmistress waved her hand toward the softly illuminated path. “Please follow me.” Jarath nodded in acknowledgement and walked alongside her. “Have you seen my little brother? Is he well?”

“He’s bored but otherwise ok. I was with him yesterday.”

“Devon does not do well with confinement, a lesson we learned very early on.”

“No he doesn’t.”

They entered the manor and she led him to the sitting room. He remembered his years in the town as a youth and the days he had spent in this home in the company of his friend. It was a simpler time where the demands on the two boys were considerably less, though neither would have believed it then. 

“What was it Charissa?” Dawne asked. “Another drunk?”

“I hope not.” Jarath answered. “I mean I haven’t been drinking yet so…”

“Godguard.” She looked past him with hope in her eyes. “Is Devon?”

“No. Unfortunately he is still being sequestered in the Dragon Realm in the name of protecting him. I don’t expect it will last much longer.”

“Is my Devon growing restless?” A sickly sweet voice asked. “Good. That means he’ll soon be on his way.” Ria squealed.

Selene shook her head.

“Wow.” Jarath seemed a bit surprised. “How long has it been since you’ve all occupied the manor?”

“More than a decade.” A voice came from the archway behind him. An unnatural chill ran down his spine. He didn’t need to turn around to know the Pale Lady had entered the room. “What brings you here Jarath.”

He turned and bowed respectfully keeping to the customs he learned as a child. “Greetings Lady Radcliffe. Devon bid me to come on his behalf and deliver a message.”

“Go on then. I’m listening.”

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather receive it privately?”

“Whatever the boy has to say can be spoken to all in this home.”

“As you wish, Lady. I sat with him a day ago. His words were, ‘Six moons have passed and I’d very much like the use of my right hand.’ We were in mixed company and I’m not sure how comfortable he felt about saying more.” 

“So he did not heal it?” 

“No Lady. You know Devon. He’d never go against your decree.” 

Selene straightened. There was pride in her eyes that even after the terrible attack that claimed his life, her protege managed to keep to the code of honor she had instilled in him.

“I’ll consider it.” She turned away.

“There’s more.”

“Oh?” She said returning to the room. “I thought you said he didn’t want to speak.”

“He didn’t. I don’t know how, I never know how he does it, but he managed to perform a reverse pickpocket.” The cleric shook his head. “That is he placed something in my surcoat, in a crowded room, while being watched but yet unseen.” Jarath reached into his jacket and retrieved the sealed parchment. 

Selene smiled.

Claire walked over to him and took the scroll. The seal was unbroken. She examined it. Black wax had been pressed with a lotus and a sixteen pointed star. His sigil as well as the mark of his house, the namesake of his sire. She held it in her hand for an uncomfortably long time, perhaps considering whether or not to read the contents privately as Jarath had encouraged or in the company of her clan. “Did he allude to the contents?” She asked.

“No. He was careful to pass it along without detection.”

“Very well.” She broke the seal and began to read.

Mother,

I understand the circumstances, such as they are, do not meet your approval and are not to your liking. I apologize for the grief I have caused you as it was never my intention to defy nor disappoint you. I have always lived my life by your law and will continue to do so as I have sworn. I am and always will be your blood despite the dissatisfaction you feel toward my current attachment. My heart and soul tear me in different directions. I know the disdain you harbor for the Dragon Queen. I know you would prefer I join with a vampyr. My sire recently said, in the end I must decide for myself. In her own words, she said she expected it might take me a hundred years or so for me to realize what she already knows. Some lessons can’t be rushed and by the standards of the vampyr I am young. Selene may be right. I may very well rise one day and realize I belong with her. To be honest, I often consider that I do. Perhaps that day never comes and I live my remaining years with Aliyeah. Regardless of the outcome I would like to know that your heart still holds warmth for me. I expect difficult times ahead and a troubled road. I will need your support and guidance. Please don’t force me to choose between my love and my family. I beg you. Let there be peace. Lastly I have abided by your discipline in so far as I have taken no action to heal my hand. I would ask you to hold my penance fulfilled despite the two moons I owe to Sanguinar. You named me Nightmaster, an honor I cherish, a title I hold great reverence for. There will be more moons to come and I will always answer the call of my homeland, my sire, my family and my Lady. Until I receive your blessing through Jarath I will consider your discipline in force. I hope to have the opportunity to see you soon. There are questions I have and tidings to deliver from the court of the Raven Queen. Until then know that I love you mother, even if your heart no longer holds such affection for me.

Your devoted childe,

Devon

A single red tear ran from the inside of her eye and down her cheek leaving a crimson streak behind. She inhaled sharply, looking to Jarath. She nodded her agreement. The discipline was at an end. The Pale Lady mindlessly stroked the parchment for a few moments then without warning her eyes exploded with brilliant blue light. The room grew cold as a winter’s night.

“It has been two months since one of our own was assassinated and we are no closer to apprehending the perpetrator. Listen very carefully. I will say this only once. You four will go out into the city and read the blood of every resident in this town. Someone must know something. I don’t care what it takes, I want the assassin found. This crime against my childe will be punished with extreme measure. Am I understood? Allow Jarath and Devon, should he be so inclined, passage after which no one in and no one out until every individual is absolved of guilt. Bring any and all crimes before me. Go!”

The four slayers nodded and departed immediately. 

“Jarath before you leave, follow me.” She led him from the parlor, through the manor, into the audience hall. “In here.” She opened a door to a room off to the side. On her desk was the wooden box he had given her and the arrow that claimed his friend’s life. “Take these to Devon. They may provide clues to him that I am missing. Inform my childe that the reason the poison affected him so is because it is an exceptionally virulent concoction distilled from the blood of a deity appropriately named ‘godsblood’ poison. What power provided the blood I can not tell nor am I aware of any deities that despise him so as to go to the trouble of crafting their blood into poison. Maybe he will. The arrow is a curious creation. It is an arrow of dragon slaying but the magics, construction and runecraft are all draconic. Why a dragon would make such a thing is beyond me but he may not be so safe as the Dragon Queen believes.” She pulled a single white rose from a vase and placed it in the box.before closing the lid.

“Thank you Lady Radcliffe.”

“One more thing Jarath… Do remind him he has a safe home here should he need it.”

“I will.”

“Well done boy. Now go. The quicker this is resolved the better.”

There was a stream of white orbs and Jarath was gone. Claire took the letter, brought it to her chest and sighed before secreting it away in a journal.

Part 4

Devon sat behind his desk lost in thought. Jenna quietly observed him from a comfortable chair off in the corner of the room, her knees drawn close to her chest and her bare feet resting on the edge of the cushion. Anika was sorting through some official looking paperwork while Maya stood arms folded against a bookcase.

“Your sulking is beginning to irritate me.” The black dragon said rather coldly.

Devon ignored the remark, instead choosing to continue staring at the ceiling. Maya tapped a talon impatiently on the butt of her kukri waiting for his retort. None came.

The awkward silence of the place was disrupted when the door to the chamber opened with the slightest of creaks.

“I’ll have that taken care of immediately, my lord.” Maya offered most sarcastically. “I wouldn’t want that grating sound to disturb your pouting.”

Jenna grinned, amused at the forward nature of the comment and the obvious closeness they shared for him to let it pass without reply.

“The human priest is here to see you my lord.” Vignette announced as she escorted Jarath in. “Shall I tell him you’re engaged and send him away?”

“You know I’m standing right here?” Jarath questioned. “I can readily see he is not occupied in anything that even resembles busy.”

The blue dragon curled her lip disdainfully and awaited her lord’s response.

“No Vignette. He is more than welcome. He’s my friend, remember?’

“If you say so my lord.” She moved to the opposite side of the room away from Maya.

“Still a work in progress, huh brother?” The Lord Marshal joked as he sat.

“You’ve no idea.”

“Who let him in without securing his weapons?” Aneela demanded as she burst into the room seconds after. “The queen’s orders were very specific.”

“And here we go.” Devon shook his head. “You know Lady Kin Rit, for Michaela’s cousin you sure don’t share her amenity.”

“Apologies my lord. Who let him in without securing his weapons… Sweetie?”

Jarath cracked a smile and even Maya grinned at how ridiculous she sounded.

“Baby steps.” Devon shrugged. “What brings you my friend. Traveling the planes have you down? In need of a good grounding?”

The silver dragon surged forward. “You might find all of this amusing my lord but I can assure you the queen does not.”

“Let me worry about what the queen does or does not find amusing. We’ve been through this already. Jarath is a friend of the court as such he is permitted to bear his arms. Now if you’re done scolding me…”

Jarath’s eyes widened, unaccustomed to seeing a dragon attached to Devon’s guard, so aggressively contradicting his wishes. Equally surprising was his friend’s quick admonishment of her. His relationship with all his protectors was always more friendly than businesslike.

Aneela held her ground for a few purposeful seconds before finally acquiescing to the fact her concerns were completely unsupported by the others. 

“You’re going to have to lighten up a bit.” Devon suggested somewhat strongly.

“You’re going to need to take protocol more seriously.” The silver dragon retorted equally forcefully.

Jenna watched as Maya’s glare became a snarl exposing ivory white teeth. She began to slowly circle toward Devon. Cold vapor shot from her nostrils and the unmistakable odor of acid escaped with growl. Even Vignette seemed to take umbrage with the manner in which their silver comrade addressed their lord. Her eyes bored into Aneela, a storm of lightning exploded in her irises. The gold princess rose slowly pacing behind her uncle. She gently laid her hand on his shoulder. “Lady Kin Rit. As concerned as auntie may be for the well being of her consort I can assure you that she has not forgotten courtly decorum. The Lord Marshal is not only the Highlord’s oldest friend but serves with him at the Parliament of Concordance. Both have risked their lives for each other innumerable times and there is no one he trusts more. Jarath is a proven ally to the crown and this realm.”

Maya raised an eyebrow.

“I understand your cautious nature…” Jenna continued. “…And appreciate your duty to the queen but my uncle is the Highlord. If you have an issue with the way he conducts his business or feel uncomfortable serving under his banner I can speak with auntie and have you relieved of duty.” She smiled pleasantly.

Aneela paused. The entire room did in fact. The young princess’ regal demeanor had caught them all off guard. The Silver Dragon wisely took the veiled threat seriously.

“Apologies, your grace. My order is accustomed to a more rigid adherence to rules and regulations, particularly from our superiors. I’ll endeavor to be more tolerant of the difference between my current and former assignments.” She looked at Devon and sighed. “I’m sorry my lord. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful.”

“It’s fine. I’m sure Aliyeah was very clear as to the level of caution she expects from you.” Devon said.

“She was my lord, but as the princess so candidly noted, the civility of the queen’s court must be observed. Do understand that I am required to honor her wishes and as such mean you no slight should we end in disagreement.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” 

She bowed and took a step back.

He looked at Jarath. “Any news?”

“Indeed. If I could beg a favor, your greatness.” He said with a smirk. “I do have a rather… personal matter I’d like to discuss with you… privately.”

“Of course.” He glanced around at his guardians. “If you’ll excuse us for a few minutes please.”

“Certainly my lord.” Anika laid the papers she was sorting down and moved toward the door.”

Vignette nodded but was obviously unhappy. “We’ll be just outside my lord.” She said, glowering at Jarath.

Aneela folded her arms defiantly. “I’m told you are not to be left alone.”

Maya sauntered past the silver dragon, noisily dragging a chair behind her as she did. Its legs made a terrible screeching sound as it scraped across the stone. She moved it just off to Devon’s left side. Out of the way but still very near. “He won’t be.” She said as she sat.

Jenna’s hand still rested firmly on Devon’s shoulder. “You may wait in the hall, Aneela.”

The silver dragon frowned. “As you say your grace. I will be just outside if you require my assistance, Highlord.” She offered stiffly.

“Thanks.” He smiled as he watched her leave. “Well this is as close to private as it gets. Go on, my friend.”

The Lord Marshal seemed to take no issue with Maya remaining behind but looked a bit skeptical at Jenna. “Are you certain?” He inquired.

“She’s been attached to my hip since I returned. Whatever it is, I trust her to keep it to herself.”

“Thank you uncle.” She released him and returned to her chair.

Jarath produced a wooden box, placing it on the desk in front of his friend.

“The Pale Lady holds your penance fulfilled.”

Devon opened the box. The enchanted white rose caught his eye immediately. He closed his eyes and lowered his head as relief washed over him. He removed it from its resting place and set it in a vase on his desk. “Hmm.” He said curiously, retrieving a stone from the box as well.

“Are all of you ravens accomplished sneaks?” Jarath asked, not knowing when Claire had placed the stone in the box.

“Indeed.” He laid it on his desk. “Tikho.” (Silent) Then leaned comfortably back in his chair. The stone took on a muted deep purple glow.

“I recognize that rock.” Maya said. “Selene had something that looked very similar when she met you at the Haven.”

“It’s a Sanguinari Silence Stone.” He said rather nonchalantly. “It prevents prying ears from listening to our conversation. You may speak freely.”

“She’s good.” Jarath complimented.

“We’re going to talk about this, my lord.” Maya scowled. 

“I’m sure we are darlin.” He answered affectionately..

Jenna grinned but said nothing.

“You gave her the message?” Devon asked.

“I did.” He leaned forward. “How did you…?”

Devon shook his head ever so slightly. “And?”

“She was… how do I explain… uncharacteristically emotional, in her own cold and unfeeling way? If that makes sense?”

“Yeah. It does.” Devon sounded happy… happier than he’d been in weeks.

“She also commanded… your family…” Jarath wasn’t sure if that was the best word to describe the vampyr. “…to scour the city, no one in or out, they’re to read the blood of every being in town. Whatever that means.”

Devon looked shocked. “She declared a blood hunt?”

“I guess that’s what you’d call it. Anyway if anyone in Sanguinar knows anything Claire will too, very shortly. I hope she doesn’t mean to extend this hunt into Westport.”

“Unlikely”

“Forgive me brother but that didn’t sound very reassuring.”

“Probably not?”

“Not much better.”

“She did say some very interesting things about the poison and the arrow though. It seems the poison is called ‘godsblood’. As the name suggests it’s distilled from the blood of a god… in fact it’s generally only used to kill gods. Whoever used it meant to kill you.”

“Well that much is obvious. They did… if only temporarily.” He winked at his friend.

Jarath bowed slightly. “There’s more. Have a look at the arrow. I didn’t notice at first but she picked up on it right away.”

Devon retrieved the arrow from the box and examined it. “Draconic craftsmanship, draconic runes and…” His eyes glowed blue, not the brilliant frost white that was typical of the vampyr slayers but a deeper shade of color brought on by his arcane sight. “Dragon magic. This was an arrow of dragon slaying, one of the missing seven or rather three now.”

Claire was curious if you had made any enemies of gods…”

“Lloth.”

“Gods who may have been party to the theft of those dragon slaying arrows…” Jarath waited as Devon thought more carefully.

“Rasalom.” They spoke in a hushed tone together.

“You really think… after all this time…”

“Well if not him it could have been one of his proxies. I mean at the very least he may have provided the arrow and poison. It makes the most sense. It would also explain how the assassin remained obscured from you and Rayne. It has to be.”

Devon twirled the arrow in his hand for a moment. “Jarath. Would you excuse me? I need to talk to Aliyeah.”

“Sure.. but hey! Before you go. Let’s have a look at that stump…”

Devon reached out with his maimed hand as Jarath prayed to Heironeous. Instantly the appendage regrew as if it had never been missing.

“Better?”

Devon flexed his newly restored fingers. “Much. Thanks.” 

Jarath stood and shook his friend’s freshly healed hand. He smiled at Jenna and then Maya who half scowled half grinned her farewell. “Say goodbye to Annoya for me will ya?”

Maya smirked as a trail of orbs floated out the room disappearing into nothingness.

Devon snapped up the stone and hurried to exit the office. Jenna caught up quickly, taking his arm as Maya managed to pace a few steps faster, beating him to the door then opening it.

“Is everything ok?” Aneela must have sensed there was one less person in the room. She had drawn her sword and was about to enter when the portal opened. 

“Yes, fine.” He said as he walked past his trailing guard.

“What happened? One minute you were talking and the next… I couldn’t hear anything?” 

“Really? That’s too bad. Missed a few good jokes.” He said, rounding the corridor. 

“Where’s the Lord Marshal?”

“Who?” Devon asked innocently. 

“Jarath?”

“Oh him? Must have slipped by. Didn’t see him leave?”

Aneela looked agitated. She was about to say something else but he had reached the bedchamber of the queen. Cassie opened the door as he and Jenna stepped in.

“My queen. If I could have a word.”

“Of course my love.” She nodded and Maya closed the door as she retreated into the hallway with the silver dragon grumbling beneath her breath.

Before he could say another word, Jenna, who had hooked her arm through his, dragged him across the room. “Auntie look!” She said with exuberance. The young princess who had taken to holding him on his right side to not only protect his vulnerable flank but to also hide his disfigurement from prying eyes, lifted his tangled arm to reveal his newly regrown hand. The Lord Marshal paid a visit today and he relayed a message from the Pale Lady…”

Aliyeah scowled angrily. “Do you honestly believe I give a kobold’s toejam what that witch has to say Jenna?!”

“Perhaps not auntie, but Devon does.”

“Don’t remind me.” She rolled her eyes.

“And as such you should.” Jenna continued calmly with great poise and diplomacy.

Devon’s heart filled with pride for his apprentice. She had matured so much in the last few months. 

“Whatever.” The Gold Queen replied scornfully. “What did my consort’s loving mother have to say?”

“She holds his penance fulfilled. Do you not see it auntie?”

Aliyeah had been so distracted by the mention of Claire’s name that she failed to notice Devon had regrown his hand. She gasped in relief to see the wound cured and damage repaired. “You allowed Jarath to heal you?”

“I did. I know you didn’t care for my agreement to her discipline but it meant alot to me, my queen. Thank you.”

She reached for his hand, brought his fingers to her lips and kissed them. 

“You’re not planning on eating my freshly grown fingers are you?” He joked.

“Maybe.” She said mischievously as she pressed his hand over her heart. Stepping into him, she kissed his lips.” 

“Auntie!” Jenna yelped, feigning embarrassment.

“My queen.” Devon began. “As long as you’re in a good mood… Do you think you could maybe tell Aneela thanks but no thanks. I don’t want to hurt Micheala’s feelings but her cousin is a little too intense for my liking.”

“Oh?” She replied innocently. “How so?”

“It’s ok auntie, I already addressed it. I don’t think uncle has ever spent time with a Talon of Justice before. They can be a bit rigid and coarse.”

“You’ll get used to her. I promise, once you get to know her you’ll love her just as much as you do Michaela.”

“I’m not so sure I share your optimism. Anyhow, the five dragons I already have are more protection than I rightly need. I assure you.”

“You should probably keep her uncle. She’s very good despite her off putting demeanor. Besides, with Rayne confined to office work with Anika…”

“Wait.” Devon interrupted. “What did you say?” He turned toward his niece.

The young princess instantly grew nervous as her skin flushed.

“Nothing Devon.” Aliyeah reached behind him and hugged him close. “We can discuss it later.” She laid her chin on his shoulder and kissed his cheek gently.

“Discuss what?” He asked without turning his head. His gaze was affixed to Jenna. “By whose order?”

Jenna looked incredibly uncomfortable. Her eyes darted to her aunt’s as if pleading for help.

Aliyeah sighed. “Mine, my love. I don’t want you to worry about it. You don’t need to be stressed with such things. You’ve only just recovered.”

He lowered his voice. “What does she mean confined to my office?”

The queen released him and stepped away, drawing her hand to her forehead as if to fight off an impending headache. “It means… at this time… I believe she is better suited to handling your courtly duties than protecting you.”

“Why would you think that?” He questioned finally facing her

“Oh I don’t know…” her pitch grew high, her voice louder. “…because you died!”

“Aliyeah. I don’t know how many times I have to say it but it wasn’t her fault.” 

“I say different.”

“With all due respect, my queen. She serves me. I should decide whether or not she’s capable of performing her duties.”

The Dragon Queen frowned. “With all due respect my lord, you serve me, as such, so do all you command. I can and will decide who performs what function in my court.”

Jenna saw the change in Devon’s expression. She cautiously tried to intervene. “Auntie…” She began softly.

“Stay out of this Jenna!” Aliyeah snapped.

“Hey!” Devon shouted back.”Yell at me all you want… not my niece.” Devon had instinctively stepped in front of the dragon princess, protectively shielding her.

Aliyeah blinked. “Your niece?” She was more than somewhat shocked that Devon had raised his voice. “She’s my niece! And who the hells do you think you’re yelling at? You know what? This is ridiculous? You seem to have forgotten who the queen is here.”

“Oh that has been made perfectly clear your Grand Resplendence.” He fell to a knee. “Please command me your grace. Shall I shimmer off and retrieve a cool beverage for you, my liege? Perhaps some Icewine to match your mood?”

“Get up.” She roughly grabbed his arm and lifted him to his feet. “I don’t find you funny. What’s so hard for you to understand? She was supposed to protect you and she didn’t. I’m sorry Devon but I can’t get past the idea that I almost lost you… for good. None of my priests could raise you…”

“That’s not Rayne’s fault either. It was the Raven Queen. She prevented your clergy from bringing me back.”

“The who?”

“Sanguinari goddess of death, auntie.” Jenna offered quietly, sliding to her right and back into view..

“Well not just Sanguinari but yes, patron goddess of the vampyr.” Devon explained.

“Are you serious! You mean to tell me…” She was breathing heavily, snarling and spitting fire. “…that not only did the vampires cause your death but their goddess tried to keep you dead?!”

“No… Well she gave me the choice… What she wanted was to talk, to warn me.”

“Choice? Did you actually consider….”

“No, of course not. And she knew it. Like I said, it was more to warn me.”

“About what?” She was steaming.

“That…” He paused. His thoughts were a bit cloudy. The sigil on his forearm grew cold with the sensation of frostbite. His fingers itched at it mindlessly as visions of ravens, flocks of the birds flying about, darkening the sky, visualized in his mind. “A conspiracy… He looked down. “An unkindness….” His recollection was fractured.

“Is she trying to say you are ill treated? That I’m plotting against you.”

“No… I don’t think… “ His head was starting to hurt, his heart began beating rapidly. “She wanted me to be wary of those around me… She mentioned betrayal. Someone close. That’s why I need Rayne. I know I can trust her. And you know you can too. Her family and yours have been allies for over a thousand years, since long before the appointment of the Fifth Dragon Highlord. She was a member of your Queensguard until she volunteered to defend me. She deserves better from you Aliyeah.”

“She should consider herself lucky I didn’t dismiss her outright. Kiarra suggested I should.”

“Tell her to piss off!”

“Devon!”

“No. I’m serious, Aliyeah. I don’t know what’s chafing her scales but she’s been less than amicable lately. Perhaps she forgets it was me who rescued her missing noble.”

“She remembers. She’s just careful when it comes to image.”

“Well if she’s looking forward to my next achievement so that she might like me again you can inform her grace, that I’ve recovered another of the missing arrows of dragon slaying.” He pulled the shaft from his belt.

“How? When did you? You weren’t supposed to leave!” Aliyeah grew frantic with anger.

“I didn’t.”

“Then how!?” She demanded with blazing fury in her eyes.

He tilted his head and tossed the inert weapon to the floor.

“In his chest auntie.” Jenna offered barely above a whisper.

Aliyeah began to shake.

“And the poison is called ‘godsblood’ poison. Claire figured it out. Apparently a deity wanted me dead. How was Rayne supposed to defend me from that.”

“She could have taken the arrow for you. The same way you did for Cam.”

“That’s not fair. Neither one of us were able to detect the assassin. If a god concealed him…or acted as the assassin…”

“I’ve heard enough. She stays where I put her.”

“You were so angry when Claire’s discipline deprived me of my limb. Now it’s you who seeks to take my right hand from me.”

“Oh don’t be so dramatic. Everyone knows Maya’s your right hand dragon.”

“No. She’s my left.”

“What?” Aliyeah bristled, exasperated and confused.

“Closest to his heart auntie.”

“How the hell does she know all this?!”

“I guess she’s paying attention.”

“Ohh…You have some nerve! Left hand, right hand I don’t care. There are two hundred dragons attached to the sixth flight. Choose another.”

“Is that your final word my queen?”

Aliyeah just glowered at him angrily.

“Very well. For so long as I am without her I will bear this as a consequence of your punishment, my queen.” Devon spoke the incantation. He had used it many times when he was injured to roll back the minutes of his life to a moment when he was healthy, restoring his vigor and healing his wounds. This instance he did just the opposite. The hand that was healed only a few short minutes ago was gone, replaced by the maimed appendage it was before Jarath regenerated it. 

“Bahamut’s Breath Devon you’re insane!”

“No. I’m loyal. A characteristic you seem short on right now my queen.”

“We’re not doing this again…”

“We aren’t doing anything. It is by your decree that I am to be without my right hand. It will be your decree that returns it to me.”

“Grow it back!” She roared.

“Rayne?”

“No.”

He turned his back to her and began to leave.

“I am your queen! Don’t you dare walk away from me.” She was irate, furious, near hysterical.

He stopped mid step.

“You will do as I command Highlord. You will heal your hand. You will forget this childish demand and you will…”

“Take the oath of concord?” He asked calmly without turning to face her. “For what purpose? If all I am ever to do is live by your will, with no choices of my own, completely subservient to you, then what’s in a title.” He slowly moved to look at her. “Highlord, consort, concubine. What does it matter what they call me if I am merely an accoutrement to a queen’s wardrobe, a trophy to be paraded around, the human curiosity for dragons to see… merely a treasure in your horde.”

Aliyeah was insulted. “You want to be a dragon? Act like a dragon!” She screamed back.

His eyes ignited with brilliant blue light. “I want to be me. I remember a time when that was good enough for you.” He paced closer to the door.

“Stop!” She was crying and panting. “You promised you’d never walk away angry.”

“I’m not angry. I’m hurt and disappointed. That’s far worse. It’s best I go before one of us says something that sorry doesn’t fix.”

“Highlord!”

“Padeniye” (Drop) He spoke softly and the weapon belt she had given him fell away, clanking to the floor taking the twin kukris with it.

“Uncle?” Jenna gasped. Her eyes were wet and worried.

“Prosti printsessa.” (I’m sorry princess.) He said as tears rolled down her face. “Plat’ye” (Dress) The black leather of his slayer’s armor closed over his form.

“Devon!” Aliyeah shouted. “I’m warning you.” She threatened. “Don’t!”

His form shimmered and he was gone.

……………………………………………………………

Part 5

Aliyeah stood trembling, confused, trying to process what had just happened. Jenna quietly crept over to the weapon belt, kneeling to retrieve it. The gold princess carefully picked it up from the ground. She cradled the blades as a loving mother would hold her child. She dutifully set them in their proper resting place on the rack in the queen’s bedchamber. Her eyes were drawn to a gold ring sitting on a mirror. She knew immediately it was the band he typically wore on his missing hand, a gift from the Dragon Queen herself.

“Ahhh!!!!!” Aliyeah screamed with broken hearted anguish. Fire breathed from her mouth blackening the stone floor where Devon stood only moments ago. The door to her bedchamber flew open and the dragons outside rushed in at the sound of distress. Maya knelt near the patch of torched ground running her fingers through the soot. She wore an accusatory look on her dour face.

“Are you in danger, my queen?” Aneela asked. She quickly surveyed the room. “Where is the Highlord?”

“Gone.” The queen answered in stunned disbelief. “Shimmered.”

“How can that be? He wasn’t granted leave?”

“You are an idiot.” Maya sneered.

“I’ll check his office, my queen. It’s quite possible he’s still in the spire.” Cassandra offered. Though in her heart she knew she would not find him there.

“I’ll look in the garden.” Vignette offered. 

“Aliyeah what happened?” Cam asked.

The gold queen couldn’t speak. Tears rolled down her face as sadness consumed her. Her hands fidgeted as if they were following a story that went unspoken.

“It’s not like Devon to upset you like this. I know how much you love each other.” Cam tried to console her. “What could you two have possibly argued over that would provoke such a strong reaction from him?”

“Rayne.” Maya suggested at the same time Jenna spoke the bronze dragon’s name.

Cam sighed. “Now’s not the time for I told you so’s… but I did warn you that removing her may not be your best course of action. You said it yourself. They’re not just guardians to him and…” She looked at Maya. “…he’s no ordinary charge for them. There is love between them Aliyeah.”

“I’ll assume that’s why I was summoned.” Aneela said coldly. “To set this detail right.”

Maya growled threateningly as she rose from her crouch, acrid smoke billowed from her nostrils carrying wisps of frozen breath. She advanced on the silver dragon with murderous intent. The gold princess quickly interposed herself between them, halting the black dragon midstep, then turned her attention to Aneela.

“I think that’s enough from you.” Jenna snapped at the silver dragon. “Why not go room to room and search for him. That should keep you occupied for a while.”

Aneela frowned.

“You heard the princess. Go.” Cam echoed.

The silver dragon bowed and left.

Cam hugged Aliyeah and the Gold Queen broke down into a mess of sobs and cries.

“Maya, you know him best.” Cam said softly. “Do you have any idea where he may have…”

“What was he wearing?” She asked flatly.

“Seriously? Why is that important?” 

“Raven armor.” Jenna answered.

Maya slanted her eyes as she shook her head.

“What?” Cam asked.

“That armor is enchanted to prevent location. If he’s decided he does not want to be found he won’t be.”

“Surely you must know a place…” Cam implored.

“There may be one… I’ll look.”

“Thank you.”

As the door closed, Aliyeah collapsed distraught.

………………………………………………………………………………………………

Maya emerged from the black water leading to her lair. She bounded onto the rock of the entry chamber, pausing only long enough to shake the wetness from her scales before assuming her human form. She made her way up the stone cut stairwell into the parlor. 

“My lord?” She called out. She didn’t expect she’d find him here but it was, she thought, a better place than any other to look. “Devon?” She called out again. 

The only reply came in the form of her own voice echoing through the hewn cavern. She checked the bedchamber. It was undisturbed. The dining room revealed more of the same. Her eyes fell upon an open bottle of ‘the green’. The very same she had used to teach him how to safely imbibe the libation. She pulled the stopper and took a swig, wiping a dribble from her mouth with the back of her hand. The black dragon corked it then placed it back on the table. She sat wearily in a chair as worry began its creep into her mind.

“Damn it Devon. Where’d you go?”

….

The cottage had not seen use for what seemed like years. The last time he himself had stepped foot in the place was nearly two decades ago. A thick layer of dust covered the furniture of the great room. Cobwebs stretched from the ceiling across the archways separating the few rooms of the small homestead. He waved his hand, conjuring unseen servants to make the place right. Another flick of his wrist set bone dry kindling alight in the hearth. He didn’t need the warmth. The magic of the crystal embedded in his armor offered all the comfort he needed. The dancing flames instead provided an aesthetic of relaxation, a sense of calm he so desperately needed. His world was spiraling out of control. As if being dead hadn’t been bad enough, now he was locked in a terrible disagreement with the woman he loved. 

“You would have thought you’d know better than to argue with a dragon.” He chastised himself.

Not just any dragon either. Devon had fallen in love with the Queen of Dragons. A gold of immense power who reigned supreme over a collective of tens of thousands of her kind as well as innumerable kobolds, lizardmen and dragonborn, living in the planar Dragon Realm.

“She’s your queen.” His conscience ate at him. “She’s your friend.” His honor argued back.

Devon shook his head hoping to clear the dissenting voices from his mind. He found his way into the bedroom. There was a mirror set in a filigree frame of alder wood that stood well over his height extending down to the floor. The glass was cloudy, its silver mounts tarnished. He cast an incantation. Instantly, years of grime and neglect melted away as his image cleanly reflected back at him. He looked at his wrist and missing hand.

“Idiot.” He scolded himself. “What were you trying to prove?” 

His inner voice answered back. “Nothing. We take care of our own and she’s one of ours.” 

The oversized bed was in good repair. The four poster’s wood, having been freshly oiled by his invisible cleaners, looked newly made, a credit to the artisan who crafted it. 

He cast a prestidigitation spell to launder the silken sheets and duvet covering the well stuffed mattress. Unlike the rest of the house the wardrobe cabinet was pristine. The magical enchantment imbued upon this piece of furniture not only kept the outside free from dust but protected its interior contents. He spoke the command word allowing the doors to swing freely open. Inside were quite a few silken dresses, some floral cotton, others stitched lace. There were also garments meant to be worn by a man. “A much younger man.” He joked to himself but he wasn’t lying. The last time he wore anything from within he was no more than seventeen… eighteen? Certainly no older. He closed the doors, deciding to inspect the kitchen. The shelves were barren. If he planned to spend any significant time here he’d need to replenish the stores.

“How long do you intend to forsake your commitments?” His inner voice pressed.

It was a good question, one he had no answer to just yet. He pumped the lever to the side of the sink and water, initially cloudy and somewhat stagnant, began to pour eventually giving way to a clear, crisp flow. The final room was a bath chamber. Inside there was a large wood planked hot tub. The basin was large enough for multiple occupants. He peered over the edge expecting to find black brackish water filling the tub. He was pleasantly surprised to see that not only was the water clean but piping hot. The pleasant scent of honeysuckle wafted on the steam. He grinned. If there was one thing his mistresses held in common it was an unwavering demand for cleanliness. He decided it would be prudent to stock his supplies now. The fewer sojourns he made into town, the better off he’d be as far keeping himself hidden. Another incantation and his appearance changed, so did the design of his armor. A heartbeat later he was gone leaving his phantasmal servants to complete the task of cleaning the cottage.

……………………………………….

It had been just over a week since he’d left, hardly a meaningful measure of time for a dragon. In fact it was not unusual for him to be gone weeks even months at times. He had spent half a year in the Boglands in what seemed like a blink to her. But this time his seperation felt different. On every other occasion it was just a matter of when he’d come back. Recent circumstances now had her wondering if he’d ever return. Perhaps she pushed it too far. Aliyeah was well aware of how difficult it was for him to be grounded. She knew he agreed to it only to keep her happy. Devon didn’t seem to comprehend that it was never meant to be a punishment but rather a measure of protection to insure his safety, a temporary inconvenience until she was comfortable that any imminent threat had passed. Was her concern unwarranted though? He was, after all, a planar champion. What he did was dangerous. The life of an adventurer always held inherent risk. But this was a unique situation she reasoned. Someone had gone out of their way to see him dead. By his own account it may very well have been a god. If that were the case, was there anywhere he could truly be safe?

“Here. He’d be safe here.” She answered herself. Worry threatened to overwhelm her as her breathing paced more rapidly. Panic caused her mind to travel to places she’d prefer not to consider. He was alone. He had forsaken the security of the realm, the protection of his guard and… she looked mournfully at the twin kukris lying dormant in her bed chamber… even left behind the very weapons he would need to defend his life. Furthermore he had maimed himself again rendering him considerably more vulnerable to attack. He had many enemies, any of whom would jump at the chance to make his death final this time, should the opportunity present itself. And for what… To protest the removal of a bodyguard?

“Her name is Rayne.” She could hear him whisper. “And she’s my friend… yours too Aliyeah.”

It wasn’t like she didn’t feel pangs of guilt toward the uncomfortable decision she made. The bronze dragon was, after all, a lifelong friend and as Devon was so quick to remind her. The Skyphyres had been allies with her own family for well over a millennium. Rayne’s father was actually a gold noble making her the easy choice to serve as emissary to the Bronze Flight. She had proven her loyalty time and again and more than earned her trust. Was one mishap enough to undo all that good will?

“He died.” She reminded herself. It was this fact that she was having trouble moving past.

“It wouldn’t have mattered who was there.” Devon had argued. Maybe. Maybe not. But Rayne was there… and now…

She had been mindlessly rubbing the metal of the gold ring he’d left behind when the door opened.

“My queen?”

The Dragon Queen neither looked nor responded to the intrusion.

“Aliyeah?” Cam called again, closing the door behind her. She rested her hand gently on her friend’s shoulder. “You know he’ll be back. He’s just being stubborn. I’m surprised there haven’t been more of these spats considering how strong willed the two of you are.”

“What did I do Cam? I only wanted to see him properly protected… Now… I put him in danger.”

“The Darkstar did that to himself. There were other options available to him. Perhaps if he had given you time to reconsider.”

“What do you think he’s doing now? His absence is quite intentional. I just… Cam if anything happens to him I’ll never forgive myself. He left his weapons… and his hand…” She started to cry.

“I’ll summon Jarath. Maybe he’s seen or heard from him. If not, at least he should know where he’s likely to go. He has to be somewhere he considers safe right?”

Aliyeah nodded her head but didn’t speak.

“I’ll be back with the scown as soon as I can.”

Cam left and the Gold Queen resumed her mindless caress of the ring.

……………………………………

It was several more days before Cam was able to get word to Jarath that Aliyeah needed to see him. When she finally did, he thankfully cleared his schedule and returned to the dragon realm with her. Cam brought him to see Aliyeah in the parlor. Jarath thought it odd that other than Jenna no one else was in the room.

“Hey Talisa.” He said in greeting. “What can I do for you? Cam said it was important but didn’t elaborate any further.”

The gold dragon had a worn look about her as if she had not slept for days. She hesitated, unsure how to explain.

“Are you ok?” He looked around. “Where’s Devon?”

That was all it took. Tears gave way to sobs which gave way to crying.

“Good job scown.” Cam shook her head.

“What? Is anybody going to tell me what’s going on? Is Devon ok?”

“We don’t know.” Cam replied. “Have you seen or heard from him at all?”

“No. Not since my last visit two weeks ago. What happened?”

Aliyeah still couldn’t speak.

“There was a disagreement between him and auntie. He shimmered away but not before he dropped his weapon belt and…”

“And what?”

“Removed the hand you just replaced.” Jenna finished.

“What? Is he insane?”

“Angry.” Cam answered.

“Hurt.” Jenna corrected.

“Ok. I need to know what’s going on. Talisa, you have to tell me.”

The Dragon Queen took a deep breath sucking back tears. “He found out I had removed Rayne from his protection detail. He wanted her reinstated. I refused. He called her his right hand then said as long as I kept her from him he’d live without his. He cast some magic that reversed your healing prayer, discarded his weapon belt and somehow, without me noticing, inexplicably placed his ring on the dresser.”

Yeah he does that…” Jarath said thoughtfully.

Cam elbowed him. 

“Sorry. It’s a rogue thing I guess. Did he say anything else that might help explain where he is?”

“I’m afraid not Lord Marshal.” Jenna replied. “We worry for his well-being.”

“Relax. Devon’s a big boy he can handle himself.”

Cam  elbowed him again. “Not helping.”

“Right.” So I guess you’d like me to locate him.

“Could you?” Aliyeah asked hopefully.

“Yeah. I can try.” Jarath focused on his friend, stretching out his consciousness across the planes to locate the missing Highlord. Try as he might, he couldn’t sense him. He seemed unsettled but masked the concern he truly felt that Devon couldn’t be found. “I’m sorry. I don’t sense him anywhere.”

“Why would that be?” Cam asked.

Aliyeah had already begun to cry again.

“Hey. Hey. Don’t. It could be anything. Devon’s not only a practiced rogue but a powerful wizard, quite the adept Wynter Raven. If he doesn’t want to be found, I’m sorry, there’s no one I know, outside of Selene perhaps, that might have the skills to locate him…  if he’s trying to remain undetected.”

“What if it’s not him?” Aliyeah asked. What if somebody has him and is blocking your ability.

“I guess it’s possible. It would have to be some powerful magic though. A god or devil lord could possibly…”

Cam elbowed him again. 

“Hey. Cut that out.”

“Do you think… the god that wanted to kill him…?”

“No.” Jarath shook his head confidently. “If it’s who we suspect, he’d be gloating right now. He most certainly wouldn’t be quiet about it.”

Cam exhaled a sigh of relief.

“Glasya.” Aliyeah suggested. “You said arch devil. She might be…Jarath could you go to her, make an inquiry?”

“Whoah. Hold on. That’s a terrible idea to pursue on a wild hunch.”

“Devon’s treated with her before, Couldn’t you?”

“I…” He paused. “I don’t know what his relationship with her is and frankly I don’t want to know. Last time he visited Malboge he came back badly injured and terribly afflicted, and she favors him. I don’t think anyone else would receive such kind hospitality or share in the protection he enjoys while in her realm”

Aliyeah sunk, defeated.

“Relax Talisa. He probably went somewhere familiar. Somewhere safe. Maybe Sanguinar. I could venture there if it’ll make you feel better.”

“Do you really think?” She asked hopefully.

“Yeah. almost certainly. He’d know he wouldn’t be trailed there and he’d be safe from harm.”

“Would you mind Jarath?”

“Not at all. But just out of curiosity why did you remove Rayne. She’s a friend.”

“She let him die. Though it wasn’t entirely my decision. Politics such as they are, I had little choice but to appease the Bronze Queen. Kiarra was embarrassed and this time much more so than the first.”

“I don’t think let is a fair account. If who we think was involved then hells, you could have been there. It wouldn’t have mattered.”

“That’s what he said. I didn’t think…” Aliyeah sniffled. “His reaction was far beyond what I… I expected he’d be upset just not…”

“Aliyeah, he considers Rayne part of his coterie. I know you don’t understand what that means but for Sanguinari that’s as close as family. It would be a great betrayal to him to have her taken, to break that bond. He’d defend her with his life the same as she would him, the same as he did for you Cam.”

“I know Jarath.” Cam said empathetically.

Aliyeah tensed up. “I’m his queen. I have a right to decide who I want, where I want. I don’t really care about some ridiculous Sanguinari tradition.”

“I get that. And yes you do, but ask yourself. How’s that working out for ya?”

“Jarath.” Cam scolded.

“Sorry. It’s the truth. You want my advice? Reinstate her before you risk irreparable damage to your relationship. He’ll likely return even if you don’t but I promise you things will never be the same. He’ll never forgive you for what he considers to be a malicious if not arbitrary decision and an insult to his honor.”

Aliyeah said nothing..

 “Ok then. I’ll go to Sanguinar and ask about him. I’ll let you know if I find anything out.”

“Thanks Jarath.” Cam said sincerely.

“Don’t worry, your grace. I’m sure he’s fine.”

She nodded

Jarath stood back then disappeared in a trail of white orbs.

………………………………

It was midday in Sanguinar and even before his vision cleared he could smell it. The stink of charred flesh, staked and left to burn in the sun, overwhelmed him. He gasped, choking out the rancid odor. The Sanguinari call it ‘final death’. There was virtually no way to bring back someone executed in this manner short of some form of divine intervention… a miracle… and The Raven Queen, their goddess of death was loath to return those condemned to this fate to the world of the living. Five such bodies still burned on the racks they had been bound to. A half dozen similar stockades were bereft of bodies, instead piles of ash had accumulated before them where individuals most certainly had been bound. Jarath was surveying the scene when he was once again stopped immediately upon arrival. This time however, after he identified himself, the guardsmen allowed him to pass through the gate and to the manor unhindered. He could only assume that Claire had left word that he might return. He tapped the truesilver knocker then waited.

Ria answered the door. “Oh. It’s you. Come in I guess. The others are in the great room.”

“Pleasure to see you too” He replied through a frown.

Jarath followed behind the sultry vampyr watching her shift her hips as she walked. For just a moment he understood what his friend’s attraction to her was. He half expected he’d find Devon sitting in the parlor and was a bit disappointed that he wasn’t. 

“Back so soon Jarath?” Selene questioned. “Is everything ok?”

“Yeah. I was just looking for Devon. I was curious to know if he had come here?”

“Here?” Selene raised an eyebrow. “You’d be better served searching the dragon realm for him. Last I heard he was still sequestered by Aliyeah… for the time being at least.”

“Yeah. I thought the same thing. Funny enough though, he’s not there. I hoped perhaps, one of you may have seen him.”

Claire appeared in the archway. An interested expression played on her typically stoic face. “She doesn’t know where he is.” The Pale Lady announced.

Jarath knew better than to lie to her. “No Lady. It appears there was a disagreement between him and Aliyeah. It seems Devon chose to end his confinement earlier than The Dragon Queen would have preferred.”

Ria smiled. “That’s my boy.”

Selene glared at her.

“Are you sure you haven’t seen or heard where he might be?”

“Quite.” Selene answered somewhat curtly.

“Would you actually tell me if you did?”

“Of course… Just not where.” She replied evenly.

“Fair enough. If you should hear from him though… I’d appreciate knowing that he’s ok, if you’d be so kind. There has been a lot happening.”

Selene nodded.

As Jarath prepared to depart he turned toward the Pale Lady. “Lady Radcliffe, if you’d allow me to ask. What’s with the public executions?”

“The laws of Sanguinar are harsh, boy. The guilty found among my people will be dealt with. I’m hoping such a display will inspire any who may have information about Devon’s assassination to come forward. Otherwise I will sift through this entire town, learn every secret and punish any and all transgressions against our law.”

“I see.” He bowed respectfully. “By your leave I’ll be on my way then.”

She nodded and he was gone.

……………………………….

Devon had spent nearly three weeks very much the hermit. No contact, no conversations, nothing to do and reluctant to travel lest he be found. His heart ached to return to his queen. He truly missed her company and that of his companions, particularly Maya. He was certain that the black dragon would have harsh words for him when he returned. Then there was Jenna. It broke his heart that she had to see the argument between Aliyeah and himself. He wanted so badly to visit her, set her mind at ease, let her know he’s ok. He was sure the dragons would worry for his well being, none more so than Aliyeah. He didn’t want this, but he could not in good conscience allow Rayne to be punished so severely for something she had no control over. The bronze dragon was loyal, she had been by his side during some of the most difficult times of his life and more, he trusted her. He hoped Aliyeah would come to understand her importance to him. If not… well… he prayed it wouldn’t come to that. He sat in a wide cushioned chair staring at the fire looking for answers in the flames.

“Devon…” The seductive squeal of his former mistress cut through the soothing sound of the crackling fire. “Hello lover.” She sauntered over to where he sat carrying the sweet smell of winter honeysuckle with her. “I hear you’ve been a naughty boy. Leaving without a word as to where you might be. Your friends seemed worried. I wasn’t.”

He appeared disinterested in anything she had to say, still maintaining his focus on the flames, waiting for answers he knew were not to be had so easily. “How did you find me Ria?” He asked without looking at her. “How did you even know I had left?”

“Hmm.” She feigned insult. “You know how much I detest being ignored.” She sat firmly on his lap and leaned against him as her arm wrapped around his shoulder. Her fangs scraped against the warm skin of his throat. She whispered in his ear. “Do I have your attention now?”

He didn’t shove her off. There was some unexplainable power she held over him. He always seemed forgiving of the liberties she took with him. He turned his head and met her gaze. “I’m listening. Tell me how?”

“Seriously?” She rolled her eyes. “Honestly Devon… You’re like an open book written for very dumb children. It was easy for me. All I did was consider all the places you had been, where you could hold up unnoticed, then subtracted all the ones that didn’t include me. No one would ever suspect you’d return to this cottage. After all, few people, if any, knew we’d sneak away here when we… “ She paused long enough to grin mischievously. “…and any that do would never expect you’d come back to it, especially after the complications of our… separation.”  

“Fine you found me. What do you want?”

“Me? Nothing.” She nestled against him. “If it’s all the same to you, I figure I’ll just enjoy the fire a bit… I mean… if that’s ok?”

He tilted his head.

“Oh and if you need a friendly ear… feel free to nibble on mine.” She smiled seductively, laying her head on his shoulder. It’s the least I can do to repay you for our dance.” She brought his arm around her waist and rested his hand on her thigh, lacing her fingers through his.

“You expect me to believe…”

“Believe what you will.” She sighed. “But if you decide you want to talk… I’m in no hurry.”

They sat quietly for hours. Ria had closed her eyes and seemed completely content to remain where she was. Devon, much to his surprise, was actually glad for her company… at least for the time being. He had no misgivings about it. She was Ria after all and the friendly gesture she was sharing with him was bound to devolve into something uncomfortable, perhaps even adversarial. He closed his eyes too, deciding he’d enjoy the comfort she offered for as long as it would last. It was hours later before either of them stirred.

“You must be feeling rather stiff.” She smirked. “Why not get up, stretch your legs. You know, get the blood flowing.” Ria sashayed over to the kitchen area and found a pair of glasses. She collected them and a bottle of whisky Devon had procured during his foray into town. “Ready to talk?” She asked as she poured two glasses.

He shrugged his shoulders and took the glass. Devon brought the rim of it to his nose and smelled it, brown sugar and caramel with the slightest hint of dried cherries and an undertone of oak.

“What? Don’t trust me, lover?” She said with a mock insult to her tone.

“No. We’ve danced to this song before Ria.”

“You wound me.” She said leaning forward provocatively.

“I’m sure.” He took a sip and felt the familiar sensation of his blood igniting to burn away the alcohol. “Ok. I’ll play. Here’s my story. Tell me what you think?” Devon recounted his version of the events as Ria listened intently. When he was finished she shook her head.

“What?”

“You’re not going to like it if I say.”

“Go on.”

“Ok.” She refilled their glasses. “You’re an idiot.”

“Huh?” 

“Why would you sacrifice the hand mother had just returned to you? Did you expect your self-inflicted mutilation to inspire faith in your decision making?”

“No, I was making a point, a symbolic gesture.”

“Yes… like a child biting himself because he was told no. How juvenile.”

“Hey. I thought you were on my side?”

“I am. That’s why I’m giving it to you straight darling. I love you enough not to lie to you or to insult you by pretending to protect your delicate feelings.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” She said with a sparkle in her eyes. “Now that said, you have every right to defend your coterie. Do you think mother would allow the Blood King to remove one of us without a fight? She handles all her own discipline.”

He looked at his maimed hand. “That much is obvious.”

“Also, your queen’s a fool to push you to leave. I can think of several ladies… should you become available…  who’d love nothing more than to assume her place at your side.”

“Ladies like you?”

“Me? I’m flattered but no. Selene would have my throat if I blood bonded with you.” She paused, allowing a mischievous grin to work its way across her face. “Then again… Maybe… I definitely wouldn’t be opposed to a roll in the hay for old times sake.” She gently stroked his wrist. “You know we’re actually talking again, her and I. It seems my sister’s desire to find the assassin who murdered you has eclipsed her disdain for me. I should thank you for dying.” She leaned in and kissed his cheek. She stood then took a few steps toward the bath chamber. “I’m going to use the hot tub. You should join me. It’ll help you relax.”

“I’m not sure that’s a great idea. I don’t want to smell of honeysuckle.”

“Don’t you?” She dropped her dress at the door revealing her naked back completely covered in tattoos. “If you really want to do something to get back at your dragon queen I’m game for that too.”

He listened for the sound of water breaking as she entered the tub. Desire fought against his better judgment. He exhaled sharply and shimmered away.