This post occurs two months after Gunther’s engagement to Lydia, in the aftermath of the bad juju….

Westport Manor:

Holly loved cooking. She typically prepared the meals for the magister. This day she was working on a lamb stew.

 “Hand me that jar of spice please Asheara.” 

“Sure.” The blonde haired wizard smiled. “Sure smells good. Where’d you learn to cook like this?”

“Oh I grew up in this kitchen. I always enjoyed the process of it, similar to potion making you know.” She smiled as a fond childhood memory played in her mind.

“What?” Asheara asked, curious about her sudden change in expression.

“Nothing… I was just reminiscing. You know Devon and I would cook together when he lived here at the tower.”

“Really? Devon cooks?”

“Ok well maybe he would just hand me things but we did it together. It was nice. I miss those days.” She sighed. “We were so close then. I always thought...”

“Never you mind, child. I’ve told you time and again. I’d love nothing more than to see you two together but I wouldn’t put much hope in it. Dragon’s live a long time.” Magister Crowley interjected without taking her eyes from her book.

“I guess, magister. But you never know. As long as we keep brewing those potions of longevity you discovered I might actually live to see the day.”

“I can’t argue the logic of it. It’s obvious he still fancies you. It’s not hard to see.” Asheara offered in support of her friend.

Now Crowley did look up. “Don’t encourage her girl. You should know just as well the frustration of fawning over forbidden love.”

“Yes ma’am.” 

“The two of you should get out a bit more. Not to insult either of you but you both have been looking a bit thick about the waist lately. Some activity might do you good.” The magister said with raised eyebrows.

“Hey.” They said in unison then turned to face each other and looked themselves over.

Magister Crowley nodded her head before returning to her book.

Asheara leaned in. “You never know. There was that one night…”

Holly shot her a warning look. “I think a bit more salt. Would you mind Ash?”

Asheara rolled her eyes. “Sure here you go.”

……………………………………………………………

Two months later…

Holly stood in front of the full length mirror in her room. She had chosen a green floral dress, one she wore quite frequently but today, for some reason, it seemed rather snug. As she turned to her side she could make out a bump extending from her once flat stomach. “Ok. Maybe lay off the cookies for a bit.” She said to herself.

“You too?” Asheara’s voice came from the doorway. Holly turned to see her friend standing in the entry. The lacing of her long pants were open at her waist pushed apart by a protruding belly.

“We’re not fat.” Holly said defensively.

“I don’t think that’s it.” The blonde wizard smiled.

“No?” Holly tilted her head curiously.

“Have you gotten your... I mean have you...Are you late?”

“Late for…” Holly was deep in thought trying to figure out the cryptic question when understanding struck. “Oh no! It can’t be! Oh gods.” A look of panic spread across her face. “You don’t think? No no no no no. This is bad...”

Asheara stepped in and closed the door. “Why is it bad? Maybe it’s fate. The will of the gods. A blessing even.”

Holly was dumbstruck. 

“Think about it Holly. What do you want more than anything in this world? To be with Devon right? Well this is the perfect opportunity for you. You know he loves you. We both know how love magic works. There has to be something there for the magic to grow. Once he hears you’re bearing his child you know he’ll settle down with you. His sense of honor will make him.”

“I don’t want to make him do anything. If we’re going to be together I want it to be his choice. Not some act of pity because of one reckless night.”

“You think too little of yourself. Devon would happily take your hand. All he needs is a push and a reminder of how much you mean to him. I see the way he still looks at you.”

“Yeah well… What about Jarath? Is that your plan too? Not for anything Asheara, I’ve known him most of my life. So has Keira for that matter. I don’t see him abandoning her because of one night of excess drinking. Now whether or not she puts him out for it is another story but if you think going to him with a child in your belly will cause him to drop to a knee and put a ring on your finger you haven’t been paying attention.”

“He’s a good man. He’ll do the right thing. I know he will.  I knew it the day he laid eyes on me in the City of Brass. It was fate that brought us together then and fate that has given us a child now.” 

“Maybe.” Holly said with great skepticism. “Or maybe he’ll just bear the financial responsibility for you and your child. I don’t think marriage is a lock by any means.”

“I just need time to convince him. Maybe when he finds out he’ll be around more and I’ll get that chance.”

“And maybe Keira won’t hunt you down and murder you. You do know she was once a succubus right? I wouldn’t put anything past her when it comes to Jarath.”

“I guess we’ll see.” Asheara grinned with optimism.

“Well regardless we’re going to have to inform the magister. She is not going to be happy.”

“No I imagine not.” Asheara agreed.

Later that day the two sought out their master.

“Magister Crowley? Do you have a moment to talk?” Holly called into her study. 

“Of course child. Come in.” She saw Asheara standing with her. They were both attired in new dresses that seemed a bit oversized for women who typically wore more form fitting clothing. “You and Asheara both. What’s wrong?”

The two young wizards sat. As they did the loose material of their dresses seemed to cling a bit more closely to their bellies. Crowley looked them over then met their eyes. “What have you two done?”

“It’s a long story magister.” Holly said red with embarrassment.

“It wasn’t our fault.” Asheara added defensively.

Crowley pursed her lips. “How about the short version for a woman on in years, with little patience for prolonged explanations.”

“We’re pregnant magister.” Holly announced.

“That much is obvious. Do you know who the father’s are or have I gone from training wizards to raising harlots?”

“We do magister.” Asheara seemed almost excited.

“Well? Let’s hear it girl. You seem quite eager to say.”

Holly turned her head away in shame.

“Devon and Jarath. Well Devon…” She said pointing to Holly, “...and Jarath.” She announced rubbing her own belly.

The color drained from Magister Crowley’s face. “Is this true girl?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“How? When? Do they know? Who else knows?”

“The night of Gunther’s engagement to the celestial. I think we had a bit too much to drink. It’s all still a bit fuzzy but I remember waking up next to him and knew we had been together. I grabbed my clothes and left before he woke. I’d never known him to be affected so by strong drink and I don’t remember drinking much myself… A glass of punch maybe? Anyway he doesn’t know or likely doesn’t remember because he never spoke of it. We’ve told no one.”

“Would Jarath remember anything Asheara?”

She grinned mischievously. “I would think so.”

“This is no joking matter young lady.”

“You’re right, magister. I’m sorry. I just don’t feel the same as Holly. Why can’t this be a good thing?” 

“Because it’s not.” The old mage said stoically. “Now does Jarath know?”

“I don’t believe he does. I had a similar experience as Holly. I was going to wait for him to wake when she sought me out and scurried me away. They were gone before we had any opportunity to talk and they haven’t been back since” The blonde mage said with some sadness.

“Well at least one of you was thinking.”

“What are we to do magister?” Holly asked.

“Well for one thing, what you won’t be doing is calling on those boys and telling them anything. I forbid it.”

“But why?” Asheara protested.

“There is more at play here than you realize, child. You will trust my judgement.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Furthermore you will sequester in the tower until the children are delivered. I do not want anyone to know of your… conditions.”

“Magister. You’re talking quite possibly remaining hidden for six months or so.” Holly offered

“If Devon could manage to stay inside for all those years as a child you should have less difficulty as an adult.”

“Just because you never caught him doesn’t mean...”

“Excuse me Holly?”

“Ahem, nothing magister.”

“Good. Now I will attend to whatever you two need.”

“Thank you Magister Crowley.” Asheara said appreciatively.

The wizened mage nodded. “Well at least you’ll have each other. I’ll figure this whole thing. Don’t you worry.”

Holly nodded but didn’t say anything.

“Now, now child. I know the circumstances aren’t ideal but if you had to choose a father for your child who would it be?”

Holly smiled weakly and nodded again.

“As I said. I’ll sort all this out for both of you. I promise.”

………………………………………………….

“Oh my gods!!!!” They screamed together.

Unseen servants flew about the common room as Magister Crowley set to the task of delivering two babies at once.

“Calm down girls it’s not so bad.”

“Are you kidding?!” Holly screamed. “It feels like this thing is cutting its way out with a kukri!” She shivered. “And I’m so cold. Why am I so cold.”

“Grrr.” Asheara said, grating her teeth. “I’ll trade you. I feel like I’m birthing a fireball.” She growled. She was sweating and breathing heavy all the while grimacing in pain.

“Ohh. When I get my hands on that Darkstar…”

“RRRR…” Asheara growled. “Isn’t that what got you into this?”

“Oh you shut up!” She fired back. “Ow ow ow. I didn’t hear you telling Jarath no.”

“If I had known it would feel like…Ahhh. Ah. ...this, I damn sure would.”

“Well I’d like to know how the two of you managed not only to conceive on the same day but birth on the same day and at the same time. Let’s not make it easy for an old woman now.”

“SORRY Magister Crowley. I’ll be more considerate next TIME.” Holly snarked

Tears trailed down Asheara’s cheeks. “Don’t make me laugh. It hurts to laugh.”

“There isn’t going to be a next time for either of you. Am I understood?”

“YES.” They both agreed as another sharp wave of contractions struck.

“Oh. Here we go Holly. Deep breath. Looks like you’re going to be first. Makes sense. That boy was always in a hurry to do everything. Why should his son…”

“Son what!” Holly pushed again. “What’s wrong? What about his son?”

“Wahhh. Wahhh.” Came the cry of a baby.

“Not a son child. Congratulations. You have a beautiful baby girl.” 

“Uhh!” Asheara screamed.

“Oh my.” She placed the baby in Holly’s arms and rushed to help her other patient.

Holly looked at the baby. “She’s beautiful.” Holly smiled as she sniffled overwhelmed with emotion. The baby’s eyes lit up with a brilliant blue glow. “Um magister.”

“Not now child. I’m a little busy.” She cradled the head of the baby Asheara was birthing.

One more scream and the baby was free. The young mage was panting, out of breath.

“Now you have a son.” She announced handing the baby to its mother. With a wave of her hand the children, their parents and she herself were cleaned of blood and soil.

“Now what is it. Oh!” She reacted somewhat surprised.

“Her eyes magister. Is she a… I mean will she be?”

The glow faded as the infant girl nuzzled against her mother.

“No. She’s only half Sanguinari. She’d still need to go through their ritual and be embraced to become vampyr. She’s a healthy human girl child. I’d guess her blood is strong with arcane power. The two of you have potent magic in you and always seem to grow stronger together. But it does explain you feeling cold.”

“Oh. Yeah. I guess it would.”

She turned toward Asheara and ran her hand gently across her cheek. “How are you feeling child?”

“Ok. Tired. Thank you magister. Isn’t he beautiful?”

“Yes. Yes he is. Have you thought of a name?”

“I’d like to call him Callixtus.

“It’s a good name Asheara. A strong name. Holly? How about you?”

“Arabess magister. I’ve always liked that name.”

“Very well. Now here. Let me swaddle these two. I’ll tend to them while you get some rest. Here drink this. One for each of you. It’ll help you sleep. When you wake I promise you’ll feel right as rain.”

The magister wrapped the newborns in blankets and placed them together in a bassinet. She waited for the potion to take effect and it wasn’t long before both of her wards were deep in restful sleep. She leaned over Asheara. “I’m sorry girl. But this is best for everyone.” The incantation was complex, the magic incredibly strong. She merged her consciousness with Asheara’s and began to alter and erase all memory of the child she had just borne. Then she moved to stand over Holly. A single tear trickled down her cheek. “You were both my children and I know this is a terrible betrayal but the prophecy is far too important to risk. I hope one day, should the time come, you will forgive me. Know that I’ll never forgive myself.” She leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. “I really am sorry child.” She apologized as she cast the memory charm on Holly as well. She stepped away and composed herself. She stared for a long moment at the two infant children. They were beautiful. Perfect. Magister Crowley looked at the newborn girl. The offspring of who she considered to be her own children. She struggled with what she knew she must do. It wasn’t fair. She began to doubt her own strength to follow through with it. She sighed as she steeled herself and took hold of the bassinet. In a blink she was gone.

………………………………………………..

“Headmaster Izodalf Vosk…” Magister Crowley began. “Thank you for making time for me on such short notice.”

“Nonsense Joan. It’s always a brighter day when you come to call.”

“Thank you Izzy. I was hoping you might do me a favor.”

“Does that favor have anything to do with the bassinet floating behind you my old colleague.”

“Astute as ever I see. Indeed it does. The children there are orphans. A boy and a girl. Their parents made the ultimate sacrifice to preserve the greater good. I would like you to accept them here, to raise and train at the Esoterica Magica.” 

“You’ve taken in orphans before Joan. Why not now?”

“These children are special. They come from powerful blood and I would like to see them receive a proper education.”

“Certainly there can be no better mentor than you Crowley?” 

“Thank you. That’s very kind. But I’ve grown too old and cranky to raise children. My duties now cause me to traverse to places unsuitable for young ones. I would not trust anyone else to care and raise these young ones other than you. It’s truly for the best.”

“I’m not convinced. You appear rather conflicted about this.”

“I am. As I said, these two are dear to me. I’ll provide whatever resources are necessary to see they grow up quite comfortably. Expense is not an issue. I’m also prepared to make a sizable donation to the Esoterica for the good taste that you will keep my involvement in all this quiet. I do not want them to know that I am their benefactor.”

“And the identity of their parents?”

“For their safety I can not say other than to tell you they are born of great heroes. The best I have ever had the privilege to know.”

“That’s high praise Joan.”

“I assure you. It’s watered down.”

“Very well. I’ll foster the children here and see they are properly educated based on their talents and ability. Do they have names?”

“The girl is Arabess… Arabess Ilixkret. You may call the boy Callixtus. Callixtus Firebrand. He has a fireburst looking birthmark on his back.”

“Very well. Anything else?”

“Yes. You can expect that I’ll be checking in on them from time to time. If I find they are ill treated in any way…”

“You’ve my word they will be cared for.”

“Good. Thank you Izodalf. This is very difficult for me.”

“Well if you decide to change your mind…”

“I won’t. I can’t.”

She stood to leave. She paused for a long few moments taking one last look at the children she was about to leave behind. A second tear rolled down her cheek and then she was gone.

The first rays of morning pierced the dark of the room, cutting shadows and ushering in a new day. Devon was already awake. His body had been trained to rouse at dawn and sadly, no matter how much he desired to sleep in, his old habits held firm, dictating his routine. He carefully inched his way to the edge of the bed he shared with his queen trying his best not to disturb the gold dragon. As his feet touched the stone floor he heard her voice.

“Where would you be off to my love?” She asked without opening her eyes.

“Apologies my queen. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I appreciate the consideration Devon, but you haven’t answered my question.” A golden iris flashed open to look upon him.

“I thought I’d walk the gardens, perhaps practice in the map room before breakfast my queen.”

“My queen...my queen...I have a name you know.”

He knelt on the bed and crawled back to her. “Yes Aliyeah I know.” He kissed her cheekbone. 

“Much better. Devon, I need you in the palace today. Azuria is coming to call and she has something she claims is of great consequence to discuss.”

“Sounds like your affair my love. I’m certain the queen of conceit has very little use for my company.”

“You'd be wrong. She specifically asked that you be present.”

“Me? What could her royal hubris want with me?”

“Be nice. She’s my clutchmate you know.”

“So is Sable. Couldn’t I skulk off the Sunken Fen with your good tidings instead?”

Aliyeah laughed. “If I didn’t know any better I’d begin to think you enjoy that fetid swamp.”

Devon smiled. “Be nice. She’s your clutchmate...remember?”

“Touché. Still I’d appreciate it if you made yourself available. Consider it a favor.”

“I live for your favor, my queen.” He grinned and kissed her again.

“Good. She’ll be arriving at midday. Enjoy your walk my love.” She watched him leave before closing her eyes.

As Devon walked from the bedchamber through the gold spire he began to wonder what the Blue Queen could possibly want with him. While it’s true she supported Aliyeah in naming him Highlord, a part of him always felt she did so more for the relationship she shared with the Gold Queen rather than any true affection for him. Most times, when they would converse he'd get the feeling that engaging with him was an inconvenient necessity more so than polite social decorum. She always carried herself with an air of self import, as if she was simply better than every other dragon, the other queens included. He knew most dragons were hardly known for their humility but Azuria Skystorme might possibly be the most arrogant he had ever encountered.

As he entered the brick mosaic of the map room he saw a feminine shape, scantily dressed, laying in the early morning sun enjoying the heat reflected from the stone. A scent of sea spray carried lightly in the air. 

“Good Morning Rayne.” He smiled. “You’re up early.”

“No more so than you my lord. Besides, it would be a terrible misuse of time to allow all these wonderful rays of solar warmth to go unappreciated.”

He chuckled. “We can’t have that now can we?”

She tapped the hot brick next to her. “Plenty of room Devon.”

He walked over and laid on the heated surface looking up into the clear sky.

Rayne read his expression. “What vexes you my lord?”

“How well do you know Azuria?”

“The Blue Queen? Fairly well. She’s a few years my senior but I’ve been in court most of my life. Why do you ask?”

“Aliyeah says we are to meet with her today. She specifically requested that I be in attendance.”

“Wow. Her royal haughtiness deems you worthy to sit in her presence? My, you have moved up in our society. Perhaps in the decades to come she might even acknowledge you...or do I dare to dream, talk with you?” She chuckled, obviously amused with herself.

“We’ve had conversations in the past. You’ve been there. I’m just curious as to why she’d make it a point to ask me to attend her meeting with Aliyeah. I haven’t done anything to offend the Blue Flight have I?”

“Not that I’m aware of my lord. You could be overthinking it. Maybe it's no more than her desire to thank you for rescuing Aethe from hell. She was one of the noble born you freed from Stygia.”

“You think?”

A wide grin ran across the bronze dragon’s face. “Azuria showing gratitude to you? Absolutely not.” She laughed. “ I was just having some fun with you my lord.”

“Thanks. Remind me again why I keep you around?”

Rayne turned her head and smiled. “My charming personality.” Her grin grew even wider. “And I sleep naked.”

Devon rolled his eyes and blushed a bit but didn’t say anything.

“Well I’m glad to see I can still embarrass you, even after all this time.”

“Yeah splendid.” He smirked.

Some hours later Devon found himself back in his bedchamber. Aliyeah had laid out regal attire for him that complimented her own choice of dress. She smiled affectionately as she secured the top button of his doublet. “There. You look quite handsome my love. Gold and black suit you well. The bronze buttons are a lovely accent too.”

“Thank you my queen. You’re quite beautiful yourself, though if I may be so bold, you do look exquisite in everything... and nothing.”

She smiled and kissed him. “I know she can be a touch off putting but she is one of my oldest and dearest friends. In our world, clutchmates hold a special bond that transcends the color of your scale.”

“I understand. She’s just so...aloof all the time.”

“Now you’re being polite. Describing her so would be akin to describing Sable’s vicious temper as a tad emotional.”

“The Black Queen’s been nothing but good to me Aliyeah.”

The gold dragon wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. “Clutchmate.” She smiled. “Though I must confess she does seem to hold an uncharacteristic fondness for you. You must have made some impression on her during your time in her lands.”

“I had good counsel. If what you say is true, Maya deserves the credit for it.”

Aliyeah smiled. “You are far too humble for a dragon my love.” She tilted her head slightly to the side. “To be honest, I did have my concerns about her before I agreed to assign her to your guard, but Sable insisted it would be an honor to have her serve. She’d been described as incorrigible, angry and dour yet when she’s by your side she is impressive, regal and protective. If she deserves the accolades for your acceptance by the Black Flight then certainly it is to your credit she behaves so.”

“I like to think we compliment each other in much the same way my other guardians offer something just a little different from each other. Each one of the dragons you appointed to escort me have done so admirably and as a whole, get along quite well together.”

“I agree. You inspire their loyalty too, an important characteristic to be sure. None would ever doubt your concern for their well being despite the function they perform. They truly care about you Devon. It’s not just a duty for them.”

“I care for them as well. They are my trusted companions. We spend a lot of time together.”

“I know. I sometimes feel envious of it.”

“You know my heart belongs to you Aliyeah.”

“Yes. I’m aware of that too and I’m sure there are those envious of that fact as well. Shall we go my love?”

Devon hooked his arm through hers and escorted her as she led them to the grand dining room.

“We’re meeting here?” He asked, confused. “I thought for sure you’d receive her in the audience hall.”

“I thought a luncheon would be nice. There is no need for courtly formality today. It’s simply a visit from an old friend.”

“As you say my queen.”

Upon entering the dining hall, Cassie and Cam who had been sitting at the table rose to greet them.

“My queen.” They greeted in unison. 

“My lord.” Cassie smiled.

“Good morning Devon.” Cam said brightly. “It feels nice to have you home for a bit. You certainly look healthier for it though considerably less rested than I would have expected.”

Aliyeah smirked.

“Yes it’s nice to be in a place where I’m not surrounded by people who want to kill me for a change.”

“It’s early Darkstar. Give it time.” Cam snarked.

“Thanks Cam. Love you too.”

Devon reached for a decanter of amber liquid and poured a glass full. He quickly drained half its measure. Immediately his blood ignited with the sensation of lightning running through his veins as his sire’s celerity burned away the potent alcohol.

“Hey.” Cam cautioned. “You may want to go easy on that. We are expecting company you know.”

“Oh I’m aware.” He said, finishing the glass and pouring another. 

“Not to worry Cam. He can’t get drunk.” Cassie explained.

“Oh the vampyr thing. I forget sometimes.”

Aliyeah slanted her eyes a bit but grinned. “I don’t.”

The double doors to the dining hall opened as two armored figures wearing the sigil of the queen's guard and colors of the Gold Flight entered the room. “Her royal highness, Azuria Skystorme of the Blue Flight and her attachés.

The Blue Queen and her entourage entered then bowed respectfully. “Your Grand Resplendence.”

“Welcome Azuria. Good of you to visit.”

“Aliyeah darling.” The Blue Queen sang in a most pretentious tone. “So nice of you to receive me. It’s been far too long since we’ve sat socially.” She wore a dress of soft satin, sequined with dark blue sapphires, stitched from its low neckline down to its ankle length hem. The gown boasted a silver woven lining that could be seen as she extended her arms, taking the gold dragon’s hands into her own. She wore a gaudy platinum necklace with larger sapphires and diamonds and rings on both hands to match. Her midnight blue hair had been pulled back with a bejeweled comb completing her ensemble. She smiled as she kissed her queen on both cheeks. “And may I compliment the fine dress of your consort. Certainly it’s your eye that guided his fashion.”

“Thank you Azuria. I try.” Aliyeah winked at Devon.

“And succeed.” The blue dragon turned her head to look at him. “Hello Devon.” She smiled politely.

“Good afternoon your grace. It’s truly an honor to host you.”

“Of course it is.” She said lifting her chin. “Oh my. Where are my manners…” She said in feigned embarrassment clutching her hand to her chest. “Allow me to introduce Gyniss, my personal protector.”

“My queen, my lord and ladies.” The stout man bowed respectfully. He was attired in the armor of the royal guard of the Blue Flight.

 “And this young lady would be Vignette Kyani.” Azuria motioned to a well dressed woman, nearly Devon’s height but slight of frame with dark piercing eyes and hair that was cut to frame her face. It braided down her neck, over her shoulder and rested on her chest. Her high cheekbones spoke to her noble birth.

“It’s an honor to be in your presence my queen. She said with a bow. She met Devon’s eyes for a paused moment. “And you my lord. Your exploits are the stuff of legend.”

“A remarkable truth my dear.” The Blue Queen said in agreement.

“Please sit.” Aliyeah offered as Devon pulled a chair for her to be seated. Servants put out food and drink. One of the dragonmen attendants filled Devon’s glass again and left the bottle on the table, nodding as he walked away. 

Azuria smiled and sat as well. “I must congratulate you Aliyeah. It was astonishing how quickly you were able to resolve the disappearance of our missing noble ladies and with nary a clue as to what could have happened to them to work with.”

“Yes well. The Highlord and his allies deserve the dragon’s share of the credit. They are quick to action, wise and resourceful.”

“My queen is far too gracious.” Devon interceded. “We were only acting at her direction.”

“Even so Devon, you’ve become quite the topic of discussion among the royal class. I’m pleased to be able to say I was among the first to support Aliyeah’s decision to name you to the title.”

“Yes your grace. It was incredibly kind and generous for you and Queen Ebonscale to do so.”

“While you speak true Devon, I’m sure the fact that we three are clutchmates must have weighed into her decision. You were aware of that fact, no?” She looked to Aliyeah for confirmation.

“Yes your grace. Why just this morning our queen made mention of it and her love for you.”

“How sweet.” She grinned. “Aliyeah, darling...current events have provoked me to thought. Devon has been your consort for a number of years now. In fact I remember the day you brought him here, much to the surprise of ...well everyone. You must have known he was something special then to have trusted Camille to supervise him though sadly we all know how that turned out.”

Devon could see red rising in Cam’s mocha colored cheeks. 

“So she appoints another gold to look after your pe… consort. That would be you Cassandra? Correct?”

“Yes your grace.” Cassie answered through her teeth and forced smile. Her hand found Devon’s knee and she squeezed.

“Then he was banished back to his people for a short time and the Lady Skyphyre agreed to take on the role of protector. I mean a bronze dragon travelling to Faerun is not so scandalous I guess despite her noble birth.”

Devon finished the rest of the whiskey in his glass. Side eyeing Cassie who shook her head no.

Fortunately that was a short lived expedition and he was able to return to us... at which time Sable offered her sour little handmaiden to act as lady protector…”

“Pop!” Shards of crystal fell to the table as the glass Devon was holding broke in his hand.

“I am sorry, your grace. Too firm of a grip I suppose.” Devon mouthed some arcane words and the fragments of glass drew back together good as the day it was made.

Aliyeah cocked an eyebrow at him as Cassie once again squeezed his knee.

“Wonderful trick.” Azuria said pleasantly. “Ahh where was I... Oh, Sable’s dour handmaiden. Well you could imagine the shock among some of the chromatics when a gold consort took on a black guardian. Many among the green and white flights are not quite as progressive as Sable and myself. And don’t get me started on Alizaria and her brood.”

Aliyeah could sense Devon was struggling to maintain his decorum. Another insult, particularly where Maya was concerned, could cause him to react in a manner that would be diplomatically catastrophic to say the least.

“Does this history lesson have a purpose, Azuria?”

“Why yes. I’m curious to know why he doesn’t count a blue dragon among his guard. I mean even Jenna’s little clutchmate, you know… what’s her name?” She looked to Vignette.

“Annika.” Devon answered for her.

“Yes that’s the one. Even she has an appointment… And she’s a copper!” She shook her head with some disdain. “I mean other than your metallic brethren the only chromatic represented is Amaya Malnyx?! The daughter of Eomyrosis the Black? Didn’t the Mistress of Whispers threaten to kill him?”

“Torture then murder. Yes” Devon affirmed.

“And you trust her daughter with his safety?” She shook her head in disapproval.

“I do.” Devon said with a brilliant blue glow emanating from his eyes.

Cassie felt the room cool. She squeezed his knee again and whispered. “Moy gospodin. Pozhaluysta, ne nado. (My lord. Please don't.)”

Azuria smiled brightly. “Such beautiful eyes Devon. I’ve never seen them sparkle like that. They rage like a storm. I can understand Aliyeah’s attraction to them.”

A look of warning from his queen and he swallowed hard. The light faded from his eyes.

“Aliyeah. He’s become too politically important for that if you ask me. His accomplishments have brought great support for your reign and much honor to the dragons that he counts as companions as well as the flights they represent.”

“What are you suggesting?” The Queen of Dragons asked.

“I would consider it a great courtesy my queen if you would allow me to offer Vignette as guardian for your consort. It would mean a great deal to the Blue Flight and showcase the love and respect we have for each other as clutchmates. I would like the Blue Flight to be properly represented in the renown he has brought to our realm.”

“That is incredibly gracious of you Azuria.” Aliyeah replied. “How does your young ward feel about it?”

“She considers it an honor.” The Blue Queen answered.

“I’d like to hear it from her.” The Gold Queen insisted.

Vignette smiled politely, “It is as her highness says. I would consider it a great honor to serve, my queen.”

“Devon?” Aliyeah asked.

“You’re ok with the idea of serving a human?” He asked the young blue dragon.

Azuria scoffed. “Ha. You’ve a wonderful sense of humor Devon. You could hardly be considered a human anymore.”

Devon held the gaze of the young handmaiden. The storm blue of her eyes were fierce and focused. “If my lord will have me, I swear to do as he commands.” She answered.

Cam had a skeptical look about her. Aliyeah seemed caught off guard by the request.

“Khorosho. (Fine.)” I accept your generosity, your grace. Thank you.” He bowed respectfully to the Blue Queen.

“Spasibo, moy gospodin. YA ne razocharuyu.“ “Thank you my lord. You won’t be disappointed.”

Cassie and Cam wore looks of shock.

Azuria grinned. “You’ll find she is well educated and as resourceful as you’d expect from the best of my flight.”

“It’s settled then.” The Gold Queen responded.

“Thank you Aliyeah.” The Blue Queen said rising to her feet. ”I hate that I can’t stay for a longer visit but I’m afraid I must return to The Cobalt Steppes. I won’t soon forget the courtesy shown me this day.” 

Aliyeah stood and The Blue Queen grasped her hands once more kissing her on each cheek. “Goodbye darling. We’ll talk again soon.”

“Soon.” Aliyeah replied.

“Vignette will remain here Devon, to learn what is required of her. Please feel free to visit The Stormlands once she is settled in. I’d love the opportunity to show you the hospitality of the Blue Flight.”

“You are far too kind, your grace.” He bowed.

“I know.” She smirked. 

Gyniss rushed to open the door for his queen and they departed, leaving Vignette with the Gold Queen and her court.

Aliyeah stepped behind Devon resting her hands on his shoulders. “Are you certain this is what you want Lady Kyani, running after him is no easy task.”

“It is my queen. I believe it to be a tremendous honor to serve with the highlord… And I can appreciate a challenge, your grace.

“Very well. I’ll leave you to it then. Devon my love, would you and Cassie be so kind as to settle her in. Perhaps introduce her to the rest of your guard."

“Of course my queen.”

“Make time for me later Darkstar.” Cam said as she stood. 

“Of course Cam. Will this evening be amenable?”

“Yeah. Sure. Fine.” She exchanged a knowing look with Cassie who nodded and the two gold dragons left.

A few moments of silence passed.

“So Vignette. Where did you learn the tongue of my homeland?”

“My queen had me tutored in a great many languages. Your Sanguinari was taught to me during my time as guardian of the atheneum at the Cobalt Steppes.”

“I see. And if I may ask… Were you taught to dance?”

“Just a little my lord, mostly ceremonial waltzes for royal affairs.”

“It’s a good start. Fortunately Cassie is an amazing dancer and quite a good instructor.”

“I’ll do as you say my lord, though I’d much prefer to learn at your hand.”

Cassie wore a look of surprise. “That’s rather forward and presumptuous.”

“I mean no disrespect Cassandra. I would just prefer to learn from the best.”

“Then you’ll find no better dancer instructor.” Devon reassured her.

“As you say my lord.”

“You can call me Devon, Vignette.”

The blue dragon smiled and nodded.

“Come. I’ll show you to my office, and then we can take a walk about the spire.”

The three walked quietly through the halls, Cassie on his left, Vignette on his right.

They approached the large ashwood double doors and the gold dragon stepped ahead opening them for her liege. Devon walked in to find the room already occupied. Rayne was sitting in an over sized cushioned armchair facing the door. Nika had been sorting and organizing the new books Devon brought back from his forays to Dis and Stygia. Standing to the left of his desk, arms folded was Maya. Her scowl was thick and eyes slanted. 

“What did her royal attitude want with you my lord?” Maya asked with a sneer.

“She asked that I take on a new guardian from the Blue Flight.”

“To what end? You have us.” Maya asked, not hiding her disdain. 

“To the end that she felt the Blue Flight should be represented among my guard.” As Devon answered his long time companion, he drew Vignette forward. “My friends, this is the Lady Vignette Kyani of the Blue Flight. She’s one of us now.”

Maya’s scowl turned to shock. “Vinnie? Is that you?”

“Hello Amaya. It’s been some time.”

“Wait, you two know each other?” Devon asked.

Maya’s stare could have bored a hole through the blue dragon's face. “Vinnie. What are you doing here?”

“I believe my lord has already explained.”

“You mean our lord don’t you?”

“Oh yes. Of course.” She walked into the room. “Copper skin. Mischievous smirk. You must be Annika.”

The young dragon nodded.

“Blonde hair, bronze skin. Rayne?”

“Pleased to meet you.” She smiled from her chair.

“Vignette. I thought you were still at the atheneum.” Maya said.

“I was. My queen asked me to leave that position and accept this one instead. I was only too happy to be chosen for the honor.”

“His friends are human Vignette. Are you going to be ok with that?” The black dragon hissed.

“No less than you cousin.”

“Cousins? Did Azuria know?” The Highlord asked.

“Clutchmate Devon and I’m certain she did. I’m warning you Vinnie if you plan on any duplicity or do anything to threaten him, I’ll melt you down and freeze the puddle.” The acrid odor of acid wafted on the frozen breath of her exhalation.    

“Do you two have a problem?” Devon asked.

“Yes.” Maya scowled.

“Not at all my lord.” Vignette replied.

“Maya?” Devon questioned.

“Forget it Devon. It was a long time ago.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes my lord.” 

“This should be interesting.” Rayne said with a smile as she leaned back in her chair.

“Vignette would you be more comfortable residing in the blue spire while at court or in a room closer to the rest of us.”

“The blue spire is quite a distance away. Perhaps somewhere nearer would be better, I’d much prefer to be readily available should you have a need to call on me.”

“Very well.” 

“I’ll see to it my lord.” Maya offered stepping purposely forward.

“Thanks but no. Cassie would you mind?”

“Of course not my lord. Follow me Vignette. I’ll give you the grand tour and find you a bedchamber.”

Vignette smiled politely. “By your leave my lord.”

“Granted.”

She turned and left with Cassandra.

“Ok darlin let’s hear it.” Devon said as he motioned to the door closing it.

“There’s nothing to say.”

“Nika. Would you excuse us for a few minutes?”

“Of course Devon.” The copper dragon said then exited the room.

“Maya?”

She glared at him for a purposeful moment. “Very well…” The black dragon sighed before she begrudgingly told her tale.

Sanguinar Year 4

Jenna was in his memory again. Magister Crowley had remained faithful to the promise she made Selene. Devon was kept from sight and restricted to the uppermost floor of the tower. She had furnished a large room for him and Holly to share, each having their own beds, desks and dressers. The magister arranged for clothing, books, food and drink. She had added a washroom to the living area for the teens to use. There was even a fully stocked alchemy lab for experiments. No one knew he had been studying under the magister for the last three years. No one except Holly that is. He looked forward to their time together and each subsequent trip brought the two of them closer. It was winter now and a light frost covered the stone of the structure. The outside temperature made little difference though, the tower had been enchanted to remain comfortable even in the most bitter cold. Devon was staring out the window overlooking the town when Holly awoke. It was the young mage’s voice Jenna heard calling out to him.

“What ya looking at?”

“They decorated the town for the yule festival.”

She hopped out of bed and stood behind him resting her head on his shoulder. “Yeah, I guess they have. I don’t really pay a lot of attention to what’s going on out there when you visit.”

“You know I haven’t set foot in town since the day I left?”

“Of course. I’ve had you all to myself.” She smiled and kissed him on the cheek. “How about some breakfast?”

“I never thought I’d say it but I miss wandering about. Sometimes I feel trapped. You know me, I can get a little stir crazy.” 

“Funny, I never thought I’d be up at the break of dawn making you breakfast.” She teased.

Devon laughed. “Yeah me either.” He followed her out of the bedchamber and into a great room that had been sectioned off to meet various needs.  One area held a dining table centered away from a wall housing a large hearth, stone oven and cooking pans. “You could use this.” He offered, picking up a magical horn.

“Maybe for dinner. Ham and eggs ok?”

“Sure. Can I help?”

“Yeah there’s sourdough resting on the counter. Could you put it in the brick oven?” 

Devon took the dough and set it to fire. “Is Magister Crowley up yet?”

“No.” Holly answered after looking toward a closed door. “Probably not for a bit. Why?”

“Oh nothing.” His expression read anything but.

“I know that look Devon. What are you scheming?”

“I’m thinking maybe we could sneak out tonight and enjoy some of the yule festivities. Nobody has to know.”

“Really? Cause you didn’t find enough trouble the last time we snuck out?”

“Well last time it was your idea. This time it’s mine. That makes it better.”

Holly wasn’t amused.

“Ok. I know. But seriously. Wouldn’t it be nice to have one night out together?... Like we used to?... Even for an hour or two just to enjoy the season a bit?”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea. Crowley would lose her mind if we’re discovered. Besides, how do you plan on getting out? It’s not like you can walk out the front door without someone noticing you…”

“It’s not getting out that’ll be difficult...It’s getting back in...but I may have an idea for that too.”

“I don’t know Devon. Don’t you think Magister Crowley will realize we’re gone?”

“I’ve thought about that too. There’s a meeting of the figureheads tonight. She’ll be gone for hours. All we have to do is be back before she is.”

“Sounds risky…”

Devon grinned. “Well at least that’s not a no. Think about it.”

Holly brought two plates to the table. She had scrambled some eggs, pan fried some potatoes and grilled some ham. Devon brought over two glasses of fresh squeezed juice and the warm bread, cutting her a hunk and sliding it over to her along with some honey butter. “Maybe.” She smiled.

The scene flashed and it was dusk. Jenna’s vision cleared to an opened book with mystical runes and arcane writing. Devon was discussing the spell with Holly. 

“So if I’m reading this right the incantation calls for a dried carrot or a ...what’s the translation for this?”

Holly leaned in close, draping one arm around him while her other hand grazed the words on the page. Devon could smell the seabreeze in her hair and the soft scent of citrus on her skin. 

“Calti sauriv ternesj, it means cat’s eye agate in draconic. You really should practice the language more Devon.”

The Gold Princess couldn’t help but laugh at the Dragon Highlord being chided about his grasp of their tongue by a human. “Now that’s funny uncle.” She thought.

“Yes well... Holly grew up speaking the language. She used to brag about how she had dragon blood. Her great grandmother or great great grandmother I believe she said.”

“Interesting. I’ll have to research her lineage.”

“Do you know how many languages Selene has me speaking? I’ve had to learn six new tongues since she took me in.”

“Kidnapped more like it.” Holly shot back with a frown. “She could have proved your innocence right then and there with her blood magic. Why didn’t she?”

“I don’t know. I never asked.”

“Hmm. You’re awfully forgiving about the whole thing. You like it there don’t you?” She said with reproach.

“I’ve adjusted. I’m learning a lot too. And not just how to speak unusual languages.”

“Yeah like how to kill.”

Devon was stunned by the comment. He closed the book and stood to walk away. “I told you how that made me feel. I hated it...but it was him or me.”

“Devon. Wait. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean... It’s just... I miss having you around. It’s not fair that you only get to visit every fortnight.” Her brown eyes seemed sorrowful.

“I know. I miss you too. No need to be sad though. At least we get this time together. It wasn’t so long ago when I thought I’d never see you again...or anyone from the Port for that matter. Now I get to come here and I get to see Jarath fairly regularly.”

“Does he know you’ve returned to Westport for study?”

“No. I’m not supposed to say anything.”

“That doesn’t seem right.”

“Selene worries word will get out and I’ll be run out a second time… or worse.”

“The Nightmistress does seem rather protective of you. At least when she’s not beating on you or trying to get you killed by wolves.” She snarked. 

“Yeah she worries too much about the silly things but keeps pushing me to face more dangerous situations. It’s all a bit confusing.”

“So would sneaking out be silly or dangerous?”

Devon grinned. “Definitely silly. We’re wizards. I can easily change my appearance to avoid being recognized...that is if anyone would even remember me after being gone for so long.”

“Oh there are some who would. You’re a rather infamous figure, the boy taken by the Nightmistress. You’ve become a cautionary tale told to misbehaving children.”

“Ouch... Hurtful.”

“Sorry.” She grimaced. “Maybe we shouldn’t.”

“Shouldn’t what child?” Magister Crowley asked.

“Oh...umm.” Holly fumbled for words.

“Take a break Magister. Holly thinks we should push on. I was hoping for a few minutes respite from her translating draconic for me.”

“If she has to translate for you young man then I’d have to agree with her… You need to work harder and take less breaks. Back in the chair boy.”

‘Yes ma’am.” Devon said as he sat.

“Now, I have business to attend to in town. I will be back in a few short hours and I’ll expect you ready to be tested when I do. Draconic runes. Am I clear?”

“Yes ma’am they said in unison.”

“Good.” She nodded her approval and was gone.

“Come on.” Devon said excitedly.

“Come on what? You heard Magister Crowley. There’s going to be a test.”

“And?” He sauntered over to a window with a spectacular view of the Sea of Swords and docks ward. He turned back to face her with a mischievous grin.

“Devon...What are you doing?”

“Meet me outside.” He leaned out the window and fell.

“By the gods!” Holly gasped racing toward the portal. She poked her head out to see Devon casually standing against the side of the tower behind some brush. He looked up and winked. Holly ran for the stairwell. Once outside she stormed over and shoved him.

“You scared the life out of me.” She half whispered and half hissed. “How did?”

“Magic”, he smiled “Mages remember?” 

She glared at him. 

“Ok. Next spell. A glamer. I’m going to disguise you ok? Don’t resist.”

“Go on.” 

Devon drew on his magic and brown hair became blonde. Brown eyes became blue. She seemed a bit shorter too while her facial features obscured. Then he did the same to himself.

Holly reached out and touched his face. “Wow. Well done Devon. I mean I can fight through the illusion and see you for who you are but if I hadn't known you were ensorcelled, I could walk right past you and not know it was you.”

“Thanks.” He grabbed her hand. “Let’s go.” 

They walked from the tower into the town square. Pine roping had been hung along with festive bows and colorful globes magicked with faerie fire of red, gold, green, blue and purple. Decorative banners adorned storefronts. Many merchants had small carts set about the open space hawking food, drink and other items representative of the celebraratory season. Other vendors sold crafts and clothing. Erected in the center of it all was an enormous conifer wearing strings of glittering beads and colorful baubles. 

“Wow.” Devon remarked in awe. “I’d almost forgotten how amazing a spectacle the festival is.”

“They don’t celebrate holidays in Sanguinar?” She asked with interest.

“Well yeah...It’s just different...Much more restrained. The Sanguinari are a more reserved people… At least the vampyr are. Wolves…” He laughed. “That’s a whole different story.”

“Wolves?” Holly asked with curiosity. 

“Wolf shifters. Not all Sanguinari are vampyr. Many can take the form of wolves. They live with less structure, kinda like the horde. Now they have some raucous parties.”

“Vampires, werewolves, that’s some town you live in.” She rolled her eyes. “No wonder you enjoy it so.” Her smile grew flirtatious. “It’s not like there is anything here that you could find more interesting.” She offered innocently as she squeezed his hand.  

The square was bustling with activity. Families with small children marvelled at the tree. Other townsfolk visited the many carts, partaking in winter libations, freshly grilled skewered meats or wood fired pretzels. Townsfolk sipped on mugs of tea, coffee, hot chocolate and even spiced cider, some blended with shots of liquor to warm the body. Young folk had begun to dance to music, several bards had begun performing across the festival and a main stage held a full troupe of entertainers playing instruments. Holly was surprised that with the crowd of people no one seemed to recognize her or take an interest in Devon. Devon was even more happy to not be noticed alleviating a few wealthy partygoers of their excess coin. He bought mugs of hard spiced cider, handing one to Holly, then they stood off near the edge of the square chatting for a bit until they finished their drink. 

“See. Isn’t this fun?” He asked.

“Yeah.” She blushed a bit. “I guess it is.”

The music took on an upbeat tempo as more and more people began dancing. “May I have this dance my lady.” He bowed low extending his hand.

She took his hand in her own. “Sure why not.” He placed the mugs on a table near the cart and drew her out in the middle of the square. They hopped and jumped and frolicked about. She was spun and twirled and dipped and drawn in until their faces were a breath apart. Her eyes were alive with joy. He was an excellent dancer. Few if any of the locals had been formally taught the way he had been and it didn’t take long before a crowd gathered around them to watch. Holly for her part followed his lead, completely trusting him not to drop her… or at least catch her if she fell. When the music stopped, the young couple was greeted to excited applause. Even the bards who had been playing smiled and clapped, happily accepting the tips that their music combined with the entertaining dance inspired. A bit out of breath, Holly pulled him from the attention of the happy celebrants. Not a moment too soon either. Jenna watched as the magic glamering Holly’s appearance faded and she was met with the apprehensive smile of her uncle’s friend.

“Uh, we’d best move on. The magic is done and there will certainly be someone here who recognizes me or you, if not both of us.”

Devon nodded and they trailed away from the town square and onto a nearby walkway leading through some shops that had all been done up for the festival. The evening air was brisk but thankfully the breeze that regularly drifted off the water was fairly calm. Holly felt a tug on her hand leading her into a business called K’s Jewelry. 

“Welcome young ones.” the diminutive shopkeeper greeted them. He was about half their height with deep purple hair and similarly colored short manicured beard. He wore a blue surcoat of obvious high quality with matching grey pants and shirt with purple embroidery. “My name is Kelxim but you may call me K the jeweler. What can I show you today?” He asked happily.

“I’m looking for a gift for someone special, a silver pendant perhaps.”

“Ahh. Did you have a design in mind or would like to peruse my stock?”

“My friend here is quite fond of triquetras. I was hoping to have one custom made for the lady.”

“Would you care to draw the rune?” He asked, sliding parchment, pen and ink before them.

“Arcane mark.” Devon encouraged her. “I want it to be perfect.”

“Where did you find money for this?” She grinned and whispered through her teeth.

“I’ve been, um… saving up?”

Holly frowned in disapproval but cast the spell anyway.

“Ahh! Wizards! Do you study at the Magister’s Tower? I've known Crowley for years. Are you students of hers?”

“Yes.” Holly answered without thinking.

“No.” Devon replied instinctively.

The gnome looked confused. ‘Yes? No? Can’t decide?”

Holly began to feel nervous.

“She is. I’m not. I travel quite a bit and want her to have something to remember me by. I probably won’t be back for some time.” He continued to fib. “And the holidays are upon us.”

“I see. Sadly, craftsmanship such as this will take a bit of time. Is that a problem?”

“No. I’ll pay for it now and she can pick it up later.”

“How’s a week?” The jeweler asked.

“That would be just fine.” Holly replied. 

“Excellent.” I’ll write the ticket.

Devon paid the gnome and they departed. Once back on the street they noticed foot traffic had picked up as more and more of the townsfolk wandered about enjoying the festivities. Holly started to feel nervous that they might be recognized or worse that they may have been gone for too long.

“We should go back.” She suggested.

“Ok.” Devon agreed. “But maybe one more drink? We have to pass through the square anyhow.”

“Fine. But it has to be quick. Crowley will roast us if she catches us out.”

They hurried back to the square hand in hand, laughing and bumping into each other. The brisk air had reddened their cheeks and the moisture on their breath began to freeze. Devon ordered a round of hot mulled wine. The warmth of the beverage along with the spiced wine returned some heat to their cold bones. Holly was mid sip when suddenly her eyes grew wide with fear, all the color fled from her face.

“Oh no!” She whispered sharply. “Abba Gideon! The meeting must be over!” Holly felt panic set in. “He’s coming this way.”

The two teens began moving, trying to angle away from the oncoming priest but the crowd had grown so large that it was impossible to retreat very far.

“Hey you two!” A voice shouted at them. “Look up!”

Both sets of eyes raised apprehensively only to see a sprig of green leaves with red berries overhead.

“That’s mistletoe! Now you have to kiss!” Several voices called out.

Abba Gideon was nearly upon them. Holly grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him. She rotated her head and forced him against the wall of a nearby shop hoping her long chestnut hair would obscure their features. Devon was caught by surprise at the unexpected show of affection. The surrounding people hooted and hollered and cheered them on as the embrace lasted for what could have been an eternity, one that would have seen Devon happy forever. It was his first real kiss, a memory he’d cherish forever.

“Come up for air you two!” Abba Gideon chastised as he walked past. “Young people…” He said shaking his head in disapproval.

Devon forced an eye open to peek and caught a glimpse of the priest some distance off. Holly finally broke away. “Is he gone?”

Devon had a grin that played so wide across his face it seemed to connect his ears.

“Wipe that stupid smile off your face.” She scolded him. “Do you know how close that was?”

Devon, still smirking, said, “Yeah. This close.”, and kissed her again. Another chorus of cheers and hoots celebrated the couple.” 

Holly didn’t resist. Once they drew apart she grinned. “Yeah that close. Can we please go home now?”

“Yeah.” Devon agreed. “Head back in and meet me by the window in the sitting room.”

They raced for the tower. Devon ran along the side of the structure until he was beneath the window he had fallen from earlier. Holly flew through the door and up the winding stair, two steps at a time, up to the seventh floor where they had been staying. She had just made it to the common room when Magister Crowley appeared. The young mage shrieked in fright, breathless. 

“What’s the matter, child? Did I scare the wind from you?”

Holly nodded. Eyes wide with terror and heart racing. “Sit. Sit.” Since when does my teleporting startle you so. “Devon! Come here boy. Get Holly some water.”

“Privy.” She gasped. “He’s in the privy.”  

“Well I hope he brought his book to study.” She commented as she walked toward the kitchen area. She opened a cupboard and enchanted a mug to float, drawing it to her hand. She reached for a decanter of water and began to pour. “This will help, child.”

Holly hurried to the window to find Devon levitating outside. She quickly pulled him. Just in time too, as Magister Crowley turned to bring her the drink. “What are you doing by the window girl? I thought I told you to sit.”

“I...ahh. Needed some air.” She lied.

“And you boy! How did you get over there? The Nightmistress must have you practicing the art of silent movement. I didn’t even hear you leave the privy.” 

“Sorry ma’am. Force of habit.” He offered sheepishly.

“And why are your cheeks so red?”

“I uhh. I kept the window open. Sorry.” he apologized.

“Well I hope you kept the door closed.” She said, shaking her head. “Whatever did you eat boy?”

Devon smiled as Holly glared at him.

“Well sit you two. I said you’d be tested. Let’s go...”

………………..

Later that night Holly stood in front of the full length mirror in their room leaning over and brushing her hair as she looked behind herself at him. He was sitting back in his bed propped up by some pillows.

“How did you manage to get every answer correct? Even I missed ‘sverak’. Who taught you the rune for night vision?”

“Oh that? Selene.” He answered rather nonchalantly. “She tests me on magical runes quite regularly. I learned that one after the incident with Baraek, She figured it would be helpful if I could see in the dark. Sanguinari have that gift naturally.”

“Interesting.” Holly replied with some suspicion in her voice.

“Yeah they have all kinds of supernatural abilities, even the common folk... and vampyr of noble  blood, like Selene, are born with even more powerful gifts than most.”

“Yeah, not what I meant.” She turned around to face him directly. “I noticed that you had no trouble with any of the runes. Even the ones I had to help you with earlier.” She began to sound accusatory.

Devon didn’t seem to catch on. “When you make a mistake Magister Crowley has you transcribe pages. When I make a mistake... Selene…” He got quiet for a moment. “Let’s just say she doesn’t have me transcribe pages. I prefer not to draw her ire so I study.”

Holly stalked over to him. “I see.” She had an incredulous look on her face.

“What?” He asked innocently. “You’re not angry that I earned a higher mark than you today, are you?”

“Not at all.” She said, her voice raising an octave. “I was just wondering why you needed me to translate runes that you had already memorized.”

“Oh.” Devon’s smirk disappeared. 

Holly was standing over him, arms crossed. “Well?”

“Ok. Don’t be angry but… I kinda like it when you sit near me.”

She smiled. “Really?”

“Yeah. I noticed that when you’re helping me you have a habit of putting your arm around me and leaning against me.”

“I most certainly do not.” She feigned insult.

“Your hair smells like seaspray and you wear citrus scented oil.” 

“Devon Darkstar.” She smirked. “You scoundrel.” Her fingers flicked as she mouthed an incantation. “Look up.”

An illusory sprig of green leaves with red berries appeared above them.

“Mistletoe.” She smiled innocently. “You know what that means”

“I guess I have to kiss you again.” He rolled his eyes.

Holly tilted her head. “You don’t have to. Good night.” She started to turn away when he leapt from the bed and grabbed her. 

“Whoa. Wait a second.”

“That’s what I thought.” She grinned.

As the couple kissed, they fell toward the bed as one, both smiling. Holly rolled on top of him pinning him down. Her expression grew serious.

“It’s my name day next week…” She began. “I’ll be sixteen. They say it should be a special day but you won’t be here to celebrate with me.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I wish there was something I could do to make it more special.”

“Yeah. I’ve been thinking about that. I love you Devon. Do you love me?”

“How could you ask such a thing? Of course.”

“Say it then.” She replied. She was looking down at him, her hair falling into his face, closing off the world.

“I love you Holly.”

“For how long?” She asked.

“Forever.”

“Swear it.”

“Holly Warren, I swear to love you forever, that you will live in my heart until the end of my days.”

She smiled and released his left hand pulling to her breast. She slid a ring off her finger. It was designed to be a silver circlet of holly leaves fashioned into a band. She placed it on his finger. “I will love you forever too.” She began to smile again. “I know what you could do to make my name day special.”

“Oh?”

“Lay with me.”

Devon closed his eyes and the scene went black.

“You are a scoundrel uncle.” Jenna teased.

“I was young.”

“And so awkward yet strangely charming.” A curious expression played on her face. She grabbed for his hand. On his index finger he wore a silver band of holly leaves.

“Jenna…It’s not what you think.”

“Isn’t it?” She had a dubious look about her. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell Auntie Aliyeah.”

“Thank you princess.” He smiled.

“I can’t wait to see what happened next. When do I get to see you meet Auntie?”

“In due time your grace. In due time.”

Stallac emptied the contents of his portable hole on the floor of the sitting room of the hunting lodge they occupied in the Beastlands. He sifted through all the gold and gems dividing the treasure equally among his allies. The group separated all the items and Devon determined which were magical. The mage identified the enchantments on each as his comrades all selected whatever they felt could be useful to them. 

“If no one wants these arrows…” Gunther asked.

“Since when do you shoot a bow?” Jarath questioned.

“Just because I don’t doesn’t mean I can’t. I may want to use one in the future and they could come in handy.”

“Ok. Sure take them.” Devon said.

“Hey rogue guy. I’ll assume you want the poison?” 

“Ha... Ha.” Devon replied sarcastically. “Well yeah... but not that one. That one we destroy.” He said pointing to a vial containing a blood red liquid.

“Hey... why don’t we put these weapons nobody wants into the armory for safe keeping. Except for those sickles. Sell that crap.” Jarath suggested. “Unless Gunther wants a sickle too?”

“I might." The barbarian grinned.

Everyone should take a green steel longsword and a suit of this armor. They’ll make fine decorations in our trophy rooms.”Jarath added.

The potion bottles were collected and placed in a glass case in the parlor. 

“How about this other stuff?” Stallac asked. “Anyone want this statue of a puking gnome?”

“Eww” Jarath said, making a face.

“You should put it in the Gardens of Opulent Splendor near your favorite gazebo.” The warrior suggested.

“Not a chance. Sell it.” He replied.

“Hey Highlord. What the hells are these?” Stallac asked while holding two ivory coins in his palm.”

Devon took one from his hand. “They look like challenge coins from the court of Tiamat.”

“No kidding?” Jarath replied. Anyone care if I take one?”

“Nope. I don’t want it.” Gunther said disinterested.

“Na. Me either.” Stallac agreed. “Here ya go.”

“Excellent. Then I’ll just keep this one.” Devon said pocketing the coin he had examined.

“You might as well take this chess set too. Though you may want to have a new queen carved for it.” Jarath offered. The white and black marble pieces of the set represented a contest of dragonborn against dragonspawn with Tiamat serving as the black queen and an unflattering effeminate version of Bahamut set as the white queen.

“Yeah I see what you mean.

“What the hells is this?” Stallac asked, holding up a petrified pixie. 

“Looks like a fine paper weight.” Gunther joked.

“Wow. You guys are awful. What kind of heroes are you?” Devon chided them.

“Well what would you do with it?” Stallac asked.

“Put it here.” Devon said motioning to a coffee table.

Devon whispered some arcane words while bending and flicking his fingers. The pixie began to shake as it took on an amber glow. Stone became flesh and the pixie blinked her eyes as her wings began to flutter.

“What...What...The devils!”

“You’re safe my lady.” Devon said calmly. “You’re free.”

“Who saved me?” She asked, as her eyes grew big with gratitude. “Was it you?” She asked, staring at the mage.

Devon gave his head a slight shake as his friends all pointed at him and answered at once. ”Yeah it was him.”

“It was nothing my lady. I can return you to your people if you’d like.”

“Nothing?!” She gasped wide eyed. “You saved my life! You must be a very powerful wizard to possess such magic. What do they call you?”

“My name is Devon, little one.”

“They may call you Devon,” She said, drawing a pin sharp blade. “but from this day until your last day I shall call you my king.” She said, taking a knee and bowing. “My name is Tandy Rainsage my liege and I am your loyal servant.”

“No. No. Devon said, shaking his head. I’m no king.”

“Too late. It’s already done. I already pledged the loyalty. I wish you had said something sooner…” The pixie smiled. ‘Not a king though huh?”

“Well he is the Highlord.” Stallac offered. 

“Is that a title?” She asked, confused.

“Yes. Yes.” Stallac explained with a grin. “A title of great eminence and stature.”  He’s also consort to a queen so that’s kind of like being a king.” He smirked mischievously.

Devon glared at him. 

“Highlord then” She bowed. “<I am yours.>” She offered in the language of sylvan creatures.

“<My lady. Please. You need not pledge yourself to me. Would you not rather rejoin your kin?”>

“<You speak the tongue of the Fey?! Truly I am meant to serve you.>” Her wings flicked rapidly and she rose into the air. “<Command me my lord.>”

Jarath laughed rather loudly. “Just when you think you can’t get in any more trouble.”

“Trouble?” The pixie drew her bow and nocked an arrow. “Who would dare threaten my lord?” She aimed her bow at the priest. “Not you I hope.” She menaced.

“No Tandy. He’s not... He’s just being a smart ass. The truth though is I am consort to a queen and she is a gold dragon. In fact I live among dragons much of the time and I’m not sure how they will react to a pixie about the palace. It could be dangerous for you.”

“I do not fear any danger.” She said defiantly. “Dragons you say...as in more than one?”

“Indeed. A whole realm of them. And not all are as good natured as my queen, though they manage to live in relative harmony. If you were to accompany me there you’d have to tread lightly and avoid mischief. I’m of the mind it would be safer for you to remain here. In fact there are sylvan creatures who make this place their home. Perhaps you might consider joining them?”

“Where are we?” She asked.

“The Beastlands. My comrades and I reside at the lodge here, at least some of the time.”

“That will not do my lord. How am I to protect you from so far away. I can stay hidden and I swear I will not cause you mischief.”

Devon grinned. “I’m truly honored, my lady. Just know, dragons do not need to see with their eyes to know you are around. How about this? I’ll take you with me and introduce you to my queen and personal guard. Then if you truly wish to serve I’ll need you to learn to split time between the dragon realm and this place. You’ll spend some time here attending to my affairs and securing my haven while other times you’ll accompany me to court.”

“Fair enough my lord.”

“And you’ll need to understand that there are places I will not be able to take you safely, like when I travel the lower planes or when I visit my homeland. The Vampyr of Sanguinar will not take kindly to your presence.”

The pixie paused in thought for a moment. “That’s ok. I’ve had my fill of Baator and the laws of that town a tad too harsh for my liking. Agreed.”

“You’re really going to keep it?” Stallac laughed.

“It?!” Tandy glowered. 

“Ignore him Tandy. He can be a bit of an oaf sometimes.”

“Very well my lord. But I don’t think I like him.”

“That’s ok. We don't either half the time.” Gunther grinned.

“Well she’ll get along great with Maya then.” Jarath added.

“Who’s Maya?” She asked.

“My most trusted cohort, a black dragon.”

“A what?”

“Like I said. I spend a lot of time with dragons.”

She smirked with mischief. “This is going to be fun.”

Devon shook his head. Somehow I doubt it.”

Devon found himself alone in Selene’s bedchamber. It was not unusual for him to wake and find her gone. He had proven he could be trusted to keep to his routine and now that they were sharing the space, he had been given additional chores. For one, he was to see the beds were properly made. To say Selene was quite particular about whom she would allow in her living quarters was an understatement. In fact, Devon was the only other person she seemed comfortable with having in the apartment. Even the many servants and vassals attached to the house were forbidden from entry, so she attended to the daily maintenance and common cleaning herself, at least until recently. He stepped over to a low dresser where Selene kept two artistically crafted glass blown vials on a square mirror.  Devon paused listening carefully in an attempt to determine if he were truly alone. Satisfied he unstoppered the first bottle and brought it to his nose. Jenna, who was once again following Devon through his memories was regaled with a soft, pleasantly sweet floral scent.

“Lilies?” She thought to herself. 

“Lotuses.” Devon answered back. 

The other was much more pungent and strong. It had an almost wet earthy tone and was rather musky. She knew she had come across the potent aroma before. 

“Patchouli oil.” Selene answered from the archway leading to the sitting area. 

Devon fumbled nervously with the perfume, quickly stoppering it before returning the bottle to its proper place.

“Sorry…” He said apologetically. “I didn’t mean to intrude. I was just…”

“Curious?” Selene answered for him. “You know what they say about curiosity don’t you boy?”

“Devon swallowed hard. “That it killed the cat?”

“Is that what humans say?” Selene chuckled. “No. We here in Sanguinar say it’s the spirit of learning. Who would seek new adventure or forgotten knowledge but the curious?” she asked.

Devon nodded.

“That said…” Her voice became a bit more stern. “There are boundaries boy. We do respect the privacy of others.”

“Of course mistress. May I ask why the two scents?”

One is black lotus blossom, my namesake. The scent is light and fragrant but only detectable to someone you allow to get very close to you. It’s intimate and personal. The patchouli oil is bold and forward. It tends to linger in the air. It can forecast your coming or send the message you’ve been and gone. I tend to wear that more often. But enough about perfumed oils. Do you know what day today is, boy?” Selene asked.

Devon wracked his brain trying to remember what holiday or significant event occurred on this date. Selene would often test his knowledge of Sanguinari history. “Midsummer.” Devon mumbled to himself. “Harvest Moon is still months away.”

“Think harder boy. What happened today that was of great import to you.”

He was drawing a blank.

Selene waited.

“Important to me. The only Midsummer event I remember is…”

“Go on.”

“The trial.”

“Correct. It has been one calendar year since you’ve been here in Sanguinar, one year since I took you on as my apprentice.”

Devon had not considered either of those points. He had thought very little about how long he’d been in Sanguinar because he knew he wasn’t leaving any time soon, nor did he have any real desire to do so. “Apprentice.” he said softly. He hadn’t considered the implications of such a thing, of the connection to Selene it implied or the idea that she thought of him so.

“Does this trouble you? What did you believe your place to be?” 

“Claimed. Isn’t that like property?”

“Slaves are property, boy. Have you been so ill-treated to think of yourself as such?” Selene had a wounded look in her eyes, something he had never seen in her before.

“No mistress. In fact I’m treated far better than I expected I would have been a year ago. I just never…”

“Never what.”

“Thought myself worthy of being your apprentice. I am honored, mistress.”

Selene’s tone became firm again. "Do not ever discount your value or ability boy. I’ll have none of that. Am I understood?”

“Yes mistress.” He said with a smile.

“Good.” She smirked back. “Birthdays are important, child. To mark your rebirth here in Sanguinar, I have a gift for you.”

“A gift?” Devon was taken aback by the unexpected announcement.. 

She handed him a dark purple wooden box with a grey metal clasp. “Here.” 

Devon graciously accepted the box. He undid the clasp and lifted the lid. Inside he found a small gleaming silver blade. “A birthday knife?” He said with a bit of confusion.

Selene grinned. “What kind of gifts do humans give?” 

“Cakes, candies, books, I don’t know... a ball maybe?”

“Impractical.” Selene shook her head. “The weapon is forged from Sanguinari Truesilver, a metal used by vampyr nobility and only forged by my people. You are to keep that blade on you at all times. I’ll show you how to hide it so if you are searched it will not be found.”

Devon grinned and threw his arms around her hugging her tightly. “Thank you, mistress. It’s perfect.”

Selene tensed awkwardly for a moment then relaxed returning the embrace. “You’re welcome Devon. Come. Let’s visit the markets and have ourselves some breakfast. I’m thinking Tvorog with Syrniki or perhaps some Zapekanka as a treat.”

“But my studies…”

“Will still be waiting for you in the library when we return.”

“As you say mistress.” Devon replied happily.

The Night Markets had thinned considerably with the sun creeping into the sky. Sanguinar was a sleepy town during the daylight hours, its residents rather preferring the soothing dark of night. Still, many of the more popular merchants remained open, some having shops in the inner atrium as well as the Merchant’s Ward which catered to foreign traders. 

As they made their way toward Matryoshka, a tavern owned by the Marivanna family, vampyr belonging to the same house as Selene, Devon suddenly came to a halt.

“What’s the matter boy?” Selene asked.

“Mistress, why is he here?” he asked, eyes focused on a young man no older than himself, pulling a rickshaw. The passenger was a well-dressed but gruff looking man.

“The human?” She seemed amused. “While certainly uncommon, you’re not the only one in town child. That’s Master Gregory. The priest serves as a liaison to Sanguinar for the figureheads in Westport the same as I do for them in return. Why do you ask?”

“Not him, mistress. The boy, why is he here? What did he do?”

“Why did he have to do anything? What’s really troubling you?”

“Mistress, that’s my friend Jarath. Something is wrong. He doesn’t belong here. I know he doesn’t. He’s a good person.”

“So are you, but yet here you are. There are good people in this town you know”

“No. It’s different. You claimed me, brought me here because I was in trouble. He lives at the church of Heironeous. He hasn’t done anything to deserve...I mean to be...I can’t explain it, but you have to trust me it’s just wrong.”

“Is that so? Let’s find out.” Selene strode toward the humans, Devon hurrying behind her.

“Good Day Master Gregory.” She called out in greeting. 

Master Gregory tapped the boy on the shoulder with a worn rowan staff signaling

him to stop.

“What brings you to the markets?”

Jarath caught sight of Devon, the shock he experienced seeing him was quite evident. He did not however move or say anything. For his part Devon remained a step behind Selene. He wanted to rush over to him but he too remained still.

“Nightmistress. It is good to see you again.” He said exiting the rickshaw. “I’m taking my apprentice for a morning breakfast before we begin today’s lesson. How fares the Pale Lady?”

“Apprentice?” Jenna was filled with the same confusion Devon was feeling.

“She is well. May I assume you’ll be at the formal this month.”

“Indeed. I’m looking forward to the affair, only... I mean to ask the indulgence of Lady Radcliffe to allow me to bring Jarath here.” He looked down at Jarath then struck the back of his leg with his staff. “Where are your manners, boy. Greet the Lady Blacklotus properly.”

Jarath grimaced from the pain of the quick slap but recovered and bowed low. “Good morning Nightmistress.” He kept his eyes low to the ground as he rose.

Master Gregory’s green eyes fell to Devon. “Is that the boy the Figureheads convicted of murder? The one you claimed?” He asked with curiosity.

“It is. His name is Devon.” Selene reached behind her placing her hand on his shoulder and drawing him forward. “I’ve taken him on as my apprentice.” Devon could swear there was an air of pride about her.

“Greetings boy.” The old master offered.

Devon’s eyes moved quickly to Selene who nodded her approval. “Dobroye utro, ser.” (Good Morning Sir) Came his reply.

“My compliments Selene. It’s obvious you’ve taught the boy well. His grasp of Sanguinari is impressive. Would it be too forward of me to ask if he might be able to help teach Jarath the language of your people. His training will require me to live here for some time. The Port it seems, frowns upon the strict discipline I require of him. Your people embrace it.”

She looked down at Devon. “What say you boy. Are you willing to assist Master Gregory’s apprentice?” 

“Yesli by vy pozvolili eto gospozha.” (If you would allow it, mistress.) 

“Otlichno.”(Very Well.) “Devon has morning studies daily. You may bring the boy then. He’ll be expected to work.”

“That won’t be a problem Selene. Will it, Jarath?”

“No Master.” Jarath said politely.

“It’s settled then.” Selene said. “We must be on our way. Farewell.”

Master Gregory bowed and Jarath with him.

Jenna watched as Devon walked away trailing Selene, his head looking back over his shoulder.

“Eyes front boy. If this arrangement becomes a distraction, I’ll end it immediately. Am I clear?”

Devon looked forward. “Yes mistress...and thank you.”

They entered the tavern and found a table in a quiet corner of the dining room. 

“Welcome Nightmistress.” The serving girl said in greeting as she poured two cups of fragrant herbal tea. Selene ordered their meals and very quickly the serving girl returned with 2 bowls of farmer’s cheese mixed with fresh berries and sliced peaches as well as fried quark pancakes, garnished with sour cream, varenye and honey. Lastly she brought a slice of creamy cheesecake mixed with dried fruits.

“That Jarath boy.” Selene began. “He is one of those friends I told you it is best to forget?”

“Yes mistress. But we’ve known each other all our lives.” 

“Thirteen years is hardly a life boy.” She mused.

“Humans don’t live nearly as long as vampyr, mistress.” He said with a hint of snark.

“I’m aware of this flaw in your condition, child. She paused and held his gaze. “But should you desire to live to see a second birthday here, you’ll mind your tone boy.”

“Of course mistress. I’m sorry.” Devon apologized. “May I ask why you chose to allow me time to spend with him?”

“I think perhaps some exposure to a child your own age might do you some good. Master Gregory understands our culture, he can be trusted to see that his protege adheres to our ways. Additionally, I’ve decided you should learn another language. Undercommon. Having someone to practice with will help.”

“Does he train Jarath in the same manner as you do me?”

Selene chuckled. “Of course not boy. I don’t know him to be nearly as gentle or forgiving as I am.”

Devon cringed. “How did Jarath end up with him?”

“I don’t know. Perhaps you should ask him when next you meet, just be sure to complete your studies. I’ll not have you wasting time at play with your friend.”

“I understand mistress. Thank you.” 

The scene washed away. When Jenna’s vision cleared she saw Devon was seated in the dining hall at the manor. The smell of grilled meats, vegetables and spicy bulgur rice was wafting about the room. 

“Has it really been a year?” Charissa asked. “You’ve adjusted surprisingly well and learned so much for such a short period of time Devon.”

Devon smiled appreciatively. 

“What I find surprising.” Ria smirked. “Is that the boy survived for so long in Selene’s bedchamber without catching frostbite.”

Selene scowled.

“Please. We all know there is little warmth to be found there, dear sister. Even the flames of your hearth run cold as Stygian fire.”

Jenna could feel the heat rising in Devon’s face. She caught the slanted glower he shot at the blonde vampyr.

Ria seemed amused and giggled. “Is your pet growling at me? Well at least you’ve taught it to be loyal.” She batted her eyes at him. “Aren’t you just adorable. Don’t worry pup. I’m just having a bit of fun with your mistress. No need to bare teeth.”

A quick look from Selene straightened Devon in his chair. She then turned her icy stare to Ria. 

“Empty as my bed may be, I much prefer it to the carousel ride yours has become... broodmare.”

Ria’s smirk dissolved into a frown. “Are you insinuating that I am promiscuous?” 

“Not at all dear sister, I’m calling you a whore.” Selene said matter of factly. 

Charissa and Dawne snickered.

“Are you two done?” Claire asked. 

Ria pouted and Selene shrugged her shoulders. 

“Good. And you boy, be mindful of your manners. You will not like how I remove that look from your face should it slip a second time.”

“Yes Lady Radcliffe.” Devon’s voice was low and contrite.

Claire nodded her approval. “Dawne baked a cake. Enjoy it child but do not become accustomed to being spoiled so.”

“Thank you Lady Radcliffe... and thank you Mistress Dawne. That was very kind of you.”

Dawne smiled. “My pleasure. Though I’d go easy, especially if Selene intends to work with you tonight.”

“She does.” Selene added flatly. “Finish up boy. Playtime is over. It’s time you learned more than just the rudimentaries of our fighting style.

“Yes mistress.”

The scene blackened and Jenna returned to her own mind.

“What did she mean by that?” The gold dragon asked.

“She was about to increase the difficulty of my training and as wonderful as the day was I would endure a hundred more equally oppositional, harsh and unpleasant.”

“But why?” Jenna asked confused.

“Because that is the way of the vampyr young princess. Only through pain can we appreciate pleasure and only through trial do we learn to endure. It is a difficult path but one I’m glad I was forced to take.”

“I still don’t understand her uncle.”

Devon smiled. “At times neither do I.”

It was just before day break and the first light of dawn had begun to trickle across the landscape. The graveyard was quiet and empty. A peaceful place for repose, he had learned long ago there was nothing to fear in death. It was the natural order of things. He had also learned that some lives could span centuries and sadly leave no mark behind at its end, while others might only flicker briefly, as a candle flame dancing in the wind, and still leave indelible memory. This was one such life. He had only known her for the shortest time. He had seen her about the town enough that was true, but there was never really any cause for them to speak. He was a boy back then and she, the wife of the city’s mayor. He had been blamed for her murder and they both knew he was wrongly accused. In reality he had tried to save her, but a young rogue playing at magic didn’t possess the skills to prevent the inevitable. When he was found over her body, hands wet with blood, he was charged and convicted of her murder. His punishment was exile to Sanguinar. The Figureheads of Westport Manor assumed his fate would be the same as every other sentenced murderer, that the day Selene had taken him would be the last any would ever see of him. They were mistaken. Devon fell to a knee and gently placed the bouquet of mixed flowers on the grave, black lotuses blended with white roses. 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t do more my lady.” 

The sun glinted off the black leather of his armor. It’s golden radiance filling the indent of the Sanguinari runes running parallel down his chest piece like water. An exceptionally bright beam of light cut through the fading dark of early morning coming to a rest on the top edge of the tombstone. 

“You did more than a boy of 12 should have had to.” The lantern archon responded. 

“Lady Chadwick?” 

“One in the same Highlord. Though I almost didn’t recognize you in that armor...no dragon scales?”

“I felt for this particular occasion, in this place, the dress of Sanguinar would be more appropriate.” 

“I see. Though it’s not the typical dress of Sanguinar you wear but rather a slayer’s armor. I’m sorry you had to endure all you did because of me... though it would seem you emerged better for it.”

“None of my trials were your fault my lady. The blame falls on the person responsible for your death. Life in Sanguinar may not have been easy but it made me who I am.” 

“I know. I am also aware that you found the scoundrel some years later. Whatever became of him?”

“The laws of Sanguinar are harsh my lady. I’d prefer to say no more.”

“I understand. All Tyr would say is that justice was served. You know now, as planars, we’re not typically permitted to interfere in mortal affairs but even so, every now and again I’d check on you. It’s been my greatest joy in this next life to watch the fine man you’d become. I also saw how every year on this day, you’d make time to visit me here. I thought I should finally say thank you.” 

Devon smiled and bowed.

“I must also apologize for my husband and his horrible treatment of you. Even after learning the truth, I’ve seen him be less than courteous to you.”

“He was both grieving your loss and dealing with the anger of facing the one accused of causing it. I can understand how it would affect him.”

“Then perhaps. There is no excuse for it now.”

“It’s an old wound my lady, one brought fresh to the surface every time he sees me. Although I am innocent of the crime, I am a walking reminder of the tragedy.”

“You are kind to be so forgiving. Tell me Devon. Why do you come? We had shared but a few brief moments before I was gone. I never had the honor of knowing you in life.”

“You asked me not to leave you and I swore I wouldn’t. I come to honor that pledge. I take a few moments to reflect on a life gone too soon and hope that my allotment of time is well spent. It also marks the day my life changed. I can’t help but think the fates took you in order to place me where they needed me to be. It seems so unfair.”

“We all have our destinies Devon. Do not feel guilt for me. I am where I need to be as well.”

The morning light had gone from streaks of sunshine to a warm glow. “Thank you my lady.” He said as he stood. “I’m afraid I must excuse myself. The Lord Mayor will be arriving shortly. He shouldn’t see me here.” Sure enough he could hear the footsteps nearing along the path. “Will I see you again?”

“Perhaps on the planes Highlord...and again next year.”

Devon bowed once more and shimmered from sight just before Mayor Chadwick arrived. The mayor’s eyes fell to the flowers he found carefully placed by the grave and smiled. “It seems the gods have honored you again my love.” His eyes were quickly drawn to the glowing orb above the stone that brightened and winked from sight. Lady Chadwick watched from high above in a nearby tree as her husband smiled for a brief moment then placed flowers of his own near the bouquet already laid. “One day darling. One day we’ll see each other again.”

After two back to back forays into the Hells the Lord Marshal sought what bit of solace he could find in tiered Gardens of Opulent Splendor. He found great comfort in its wide variety of trees and shrubs; and the combination of the warbling of Elysian thrushes mixed with the sound of water bubbling up from nearby fountains helped clear his mind. Ever present, Gnash rested on the ground nearby. Only after a few brief moments his reverie was broken as the scent of  Black Orchid and Lotus Blossom caught his attention. 

“Hey.” Keira said in a solemn greeting . 

“Hey you.” Jarath said, trying to bring up the mood.

“I was thinking maybe me going to West Port with you isn’t a good idea.”

“Why is that?”

“The Arch Penatar is sending you on a mission and I don’t want to be a distraction. Besides, you have Asheara to take care of you.”

“Seriously?!” Jarath said clearly annoyed. “Gnash, can you give us a moment please?”

“Yes My Lord. You do know it won’t really make a difference though. I’ll still be able to hear.”

“Yes! Yes! I know! Just go anyways! Let me pretend I have privacy!”

“By your command.” Said the mastiff as he sulked away. 

“What does he mean it won’t matter?” asked Keria.

“His damn canine hearing! He can hear for miles!”

“Then I don’t want to talk.” she said rather stiffly.

“We can talk. Gnash isn’t an eavesdropper, just my bodyguard. We’re good.”

There was a brief uncomfortable silence before Jarath continued the conversation. 

“Keira, you have nothing to be concerned about as far as Asheara is concerned.”

“Tell me how you two became friends again.” she said in an icy tone.

“We were in the City of Brass for the first time; before Ari took the throne, and we needed a guide.  It’s not easy for us to travel in disguise, except for Devon. I couldn’t take the risk of hiring someone off the street. I needed a guide I could trust,  so we went to the slave market and I bought her. With her brass collar linked to me, for her to disobey me would be committing suicide.”

“I’ll bet you and your friends had a lot of fun with that.” She said sarcastically.

“You have known me since we were children, and you know me better than anybody. I swear that I did nothing to dishonor you or to dishonor myself in the eyes of Heironeous. I acted in accordance with the 3rd and 28th Analects when I made Asheara our guide and set the conditions of her freedom.”

“The what?”

 “The 3rd and 28th Analects of the Code.”

Keria wasn’t expecting Jarath to recite Heironean Code and was taken aback somewhat before hastily responding. “And how did these ‘Analects’ apply in this instance?”

“The 3rd Analect, Duty to a Lady, devotion to one’s beloved, and respect toward all women in general. You are always at the forefront of my mind and I would never betray your trust. Asheara was obviously in trouble and possessed knowledge useful in aiding us in our mission. Win win in my book.”

“Hmm” Keria said stiffly.

Jarath continued “The 28th Analect, The five practices of humanity: courtesy, tolerance, good faith, diligence, and generosity. Courtesy wards off insults; tolerance wins all hearts; good faith inspires trust in others; diligence ensures success, and generosity confers authority upon others.” 

“Well it was obvious to me and everyone else at the dinner table that she doesn’t share your sense of honor.”

“I would be lying if I said I was blind to her behavior as well. I can only explain it as ‘hero worship’. I saved her from a fate worse than death and now she has developed an emotional attachment. I can assure you the feelings are not mutual.”

“Then why did you go to the tower?”

“Devon sent Maya to get me because the mayor was acting strangely and a company of paladins were making strong accusations against him. When I arrived we learned he was  possessed. And not soon after that we saw the mayor murdered before our eyes by a Pit Fiend in the streets of West Port. When the smoke cleared the Magister had invited us over. We obviously had a great many things to discuss.”

“I still don’t trust her.”

“I’m not asking you too, but trust me. We have known each other far too long and have been through far too much to allow a mage with a propensity of making poor decisions to tear us asunder.”

Keira sighed and thought for a moment before she stood up  and moved to sit in Jarath’s lap. As she wrapped her arms around him she looked into his eyes and said  “I trust you and love you Jarath Godguard, and I will never forgive you if you break my heart.”

The Prime Material Plane

“I’m confused, my lord…” The black dragon began. “Why are we in Daggerford and why must we travel hidden so? Wouldn’t it be safer and more convenient to just teleport into the city?” 

“Sadly no. The new ruler has set wards that would alert him to magical intrusion. If what I have been told is true, then we would be less than welcomed. It’s better we enter in the guise of common travelers so as not to warn him of our arrival… at least until we know for sure what we are dealing with.” They had dressed in ordinary clothes rather than their more typical courtly attire. Devon wore only two pieces of jewelry. A pendant beneath his clothes and what looked like a wedding band. He had forsaken most of his weapons as well. Maya wore her dagger and he, just a kukri, the blade his sire had forged and gifted him. “Remember. We’re simple townsfolk. We don’t want anyone to know we’re back on the prime, friend or foe. Try and maintain a low profile.”

“So flying is out as well?” she smirked.

“Afraid so. Dragons are quite uncommon in the skies above Faerun. To have you soaring over the city would only cause widespread panic and certainly cause Malagor to know I have come for him.”

“As you say my lord.” She looked mournfully at the caravan they were approaching. “Wagons… full of humans… kill me now.”

Devon smiled at her, “You’ll warm up. Who knows, maybe even make a friend.” 

She snarled in rebuff. “They smell terrible… and look! Wyrmlings! I detest wyrmlings.”

“They’re called children. Wait...Do I smell so bad as well?”

She nuzzled his neck, intentionally sniffing him loudly. “Hmm. No. Not so awful I guess.”

“Hey! What was that?” He yelped somewhat taken aback.

Maya just laughed in amusement, “See. Ignore what they say about me being ill-tempered all the time. I have a sense of humor too.” as her mischievous grin broadened.

Devon shook his head but couldn’t help laughing himself.

“Well met!” The man at the caravan greeted them. “It’s nice to see a young couple so playful and obviously in love.”

Devon looked at Maya who had begun to speak. “Why thank you kind sir.” She leaned into the Highlord grabbing his hand tight, clasping it in her own. “We’ve only just married. He’s quite the catch you know.”

All Devon could do was smile awkwardly trying to hide the surprise in his face. “We seek passage to Alacanté. I’m told you’re traveling in that direction.”

“Indeed we are. Sadly all private carriages are booked. I do have space available in one of the communal wagons if that suits your needs.”

Maya pouted for a moment. “Well I guess the honeymoon will just have to wait until we reach the inn.”

“Apologies my lady. It is all we have.” he said sincerely.

“It’ll do fine sir.” Devon said. 

“Two gold per day each for seven days' travel. I assure you the communal carriage is quite roomy and we don’t over book.”

“Fair enough.” Devon agreed and paid the man. As he was receiving his tickets and wagon assignment he noticed a family walking in the direction of the transport he had just booked. The poorly dressed woman held tightly to a little girl with strawberry blonde locks and a hand sewn dress that was patched and repaired. The man she was traveling with was in contrast impeccably dressed, though sickly thin. He bore a scowl as if all the world’s wrongs had been done unto him and only to him. Devon smiled at the little girl who had been staring at them. He waved and she buried her face into her mother’s side. As they walked toward the transport he asked Maya, “What was that all about?” 

Maya’s grin faded slightly. “<Wyrmling…>” she whispered in draconic. 

“Maya?”

“Oh”, She finally said in answer to her lord’s question. “Rayne said it makes you uncomfortable. I thought it would be amusing. She said it’s what she would do.” Her grin grew wide once more. “Better to disguise ourselves as a couple and draw less attention my lord.”

“Great.” Devon shook his head. “Two of you now.”

As they reached the carriage Devon watched the man from before as he climbed inside the carriage abandoning his family, leaving them to enter on their own. The woman smiled but blushed with embarrassment. Devon reached out to her, “May I, my ladies?”, offering his hand to steady them up the wooden stairs.

“Come woman. Get you and that wretched child in here before I get angry.” 

“That’s very kind of you sir.” she said, taking his hand. Devon could feel her tremble. The little girl looked at him again before driving her face back into her mother’s flank. The woman carefully helped the little girl in before following behind her.

Devon could smell a hint of sulfur wafting from the breath on the back of his neck. “Maya.” he said cautiously. He didn’t need to look behind him in order to know that the smile that had been playfully dancing across her face had been replaced by her more characteristic snarl.

Devon bowed low. “After you my beautiful bride.” He said as he extended his hand.

Amaya took it, at the same time glaring at him. “Thank you my love. It does my heart good to know gentlemen like you still exist.” She announced rather loudly. Her angry stare found the man inside and he turned quickly away.

Devon entered the wagon and saw it was rather spacious. There were slender cots with folded bedding set along the sides and room for sitting as well. The wooden walls had windows and the roof was solid, sealed for inclement weather. The caravan leader was true to his word and no other people were booked to this particular carriage. The man sat with his arms folded, an angry expression on his face. “Well... Do I have to tell you to make my bed, or do you think perhaps,  you might be smart enough to figure out your duties on your own.” 

The woman’s face reddened and she apologized, “I just wanted to settle Madalyn. I’m not sure when the next stop will be and I thought…”

“You thought what? She is more important than me? Does she have any coin to pay with? Will it be her business you’re living off of? Who should come first then.” he hissed angrily.

The woman was visibly upset and her daughter looked afraid of the man. She hurriedly prepared a bed for him while Madalyn clung to her side.

“<He is a despicable beast. Worse than vermin. Shall I correct him my lord?>” Maya whispered.

Devon, who had been staring at the man for his embarrassing rudeness shook his head slightly, “<We should not risk exposing ourselves.>” he whispered back.

Maya shifted uncomfortably.

The caravan began to move and it was several hours before they stopped to water the horses at a nearby stream. Many of the passengers exited their carriages to work the stiffness from their body and freshen themselves. The mother took Madalyn for a short walk as the man laid on his bunk. 

“You’ve a lovely daughter.” Devon said to get the man’s attention.

“That thing? It’s not mine. As if I could ever spawn such a repugnant creature. She’s lucky I have use for her mother. I own a tavern in Alacanté where she’ll make a fine barmaid. She thinks I might marry her. Hmmph. Not if she can’t get her attitude in line.”

“She seems nice enough to me.” Devon offered in compliment..

“Yeah well. You might think so. But when you’re as wealthy as I am you see people for what they are. She’s easy on the eyes and that’s enough for now. I’m not sure how I feel about supporting someone else’s family.”

“Oh? She was married before.”

‘Yeah, to some soldier in Westport. The fool got himself killed fighting against a drow army. Like I said, she’s lucky I went to that shithole of a town on business. There were plenty of easy women I could have chosen. Maybe I should have picked one without a kid.”

Maya’s fingers were pressed hard into Devon’s forearm. He could feel the pinch of talons cutting into his skin. He didn’t react to it though, merely whispering. “Maya.”

“Oh. Sorry my lord.” She answered quietly, relaxing her hand.

“See. Now she’s well trained. If you can find a way to make yourself some gold you’ll be all set friend.”

Devon felt the warm trickle of blood trail down his arm. Maya’s grip had tightened once more.

“If you’ll excuse me. Come my love. I think we should stretch our legs a bit before we get started again.”

“Yes, some fresh air sounds lovely.” she sneered.

They made their way to the river a bit away from the other passengers who had sought refuge in the water to combat the oppressive heat. Devon rolled up his sleeve to find five perfect puncture marks gouged into his forearm. He washed the blood away in the river water.

“I am sorry my lord.” Maya offered apologetically. “It’s just.. That wretch is insufferable. You should cut his throat now and spare that woman and her wyrmli...child a lifetime of suffering.”  Maya treated the wound with a balm that immediately closed the holes and stopped the bleeding.

“Worried for the humans? I had no idea you were so compassionate Amaya.”

The black dragon scowled, “Don’t even…”

Devon drew his sleeve down and used his magic to clean and mend the garment. The fabric drew together like new with no remnants of a blood stain remaining.

They walked back toward the wagons and saw the mother talking to her daughter.

“I don’t like him mommy. He’s scary. He’s not like daddy.” The little girl had tears in her eyes. “And he’s mean to you.” 

“I know Mads but... he can take care of us. I want you to be happy and have nice things. This may be our only chance.” 

Devon knew the woman’s smile was forced. He pulled two mugs from a table and filled them with fresh water from a decanter. Maya pursed her lips and blew on them. The liquid immediately chilled. He brought them over, offering the drinks to the mother and Madalyn. “Here. Cool water for a hot day. This will make you feel better my ladies.”

The woman smiled gratefully accepting the cups as little Madalyn nervously hid her face. “I’m sorry sir. She can be a bit shy.”

“Shy you say? Nonsense. I can tell a warrior’s spirit when I see it. Though that sparkle of power in her eyes says wizard. Has she been trained in the arcane arts?”

The mother laughed. “Oh no sir. She’s barely 5.”

Maya knelt next to her. “You’d be surprised what a wyr… girl can learn by that age.”

“You are both so kind. I’m sorry about before. My...I’m not sure what to call him yet...his name is Javna. I was waiting tables at the Hero’s Rest in Westport when I met him. He seemed so nice at first...Anyhow my name is Alayne and this here is Madalyn.” she said with a bright smile.

“Mom calls me Mads. I like that.”

Devon smiled at the child. “I’m Devon. And this sweet lady is Amaya.”

“I like Maya better.” the dragon added.

“Are you a soldier?” Madalyn asked. “You remind me of my daddy. He wasn’t scary like Javna.”

“I was for a while.” Devon answered. “But no longer. Am I scary?”

“Madalyn reached out and brushed her hand against his cheek. “No.” She said with confidence. “You’re nice. I can tell”

“Why thank you Madalyn.”

She looked at Maya. “Call me Mads. I like that better.” 

“Very well Mads.” Maya looked back to the caravan and saw they were preparing to head off again. “We should get back on.”

“Ok.” She grabbed Devon’s hand and pulled him toward the stairs. 

“Mads wait! I’m so sorry.” Alayne said. “That was rude of her. She doesn’t normally take so quickly to anyone, especially men.”

Maya grinned. “Well that one is rather remarkable.”

“You’re quite lucky my lady.”

“Agreed.” she grinned. “We should probably catch up.” 

By the time they had gotten to the steps Devon had lifted Madalyn into the wagon and offered Alayne a hand as well. 

“You are too kind sir.” She said with a smile.

“Yes. Too kind indeed my lord.” Maya whispered as she smirked.

The caravan continued on its way. The man was laying right where they had left him. Alayne sat on the bunk next to him while Madalyn had worked her way next to Devon sitting on his right side as Maya sat to his left. 

“Mads come over here. Don’t bother Devon.”

The man seemed to perk up. “Devon you say? Sounds like you all became quite familiar last stop. What have I told you about talking to strange men?”

“It’s nothing to get upset about. We introduced ourselves.” Devon explained. “Thought it was only proper seeing as how we’ll be traveling together for the next week.” 

“I see.” The man said with disdain in his voice. “You heard your mother girl. Move.”

Madalyn looked up at Devon.

“She’s fine. Right Mads?” The young girl nodded her head. “See. It’s no trouble at all sir.”

“Whatever.” He scowled. “Pour me wine woman. I’m parched.”

Alayne quickly moved from her seat to a chest that had been loaded on earlier and withdrew a bottle. She uncorked it and poured him a glass. She looked at the man and then over to Devon and Maya.

“You can’t be serious.” His tone was flush with arrogance. “This is twenty year old Elvish wine. What would the likes of these common folk know about fine wines?”

“I think Maya is hungry.” Madalyn announced. “Her stomach is growling something terrible.”

The black dragon couldn’t help but smirk.

The caravan drove on for some hours more, finally stopping along the river at nightfall for dinner and the evening's rest. 

Javna hurried to be the first one off and first in line for food. As he walked past the group, plate in hand, he snapped at Alayne. “Get more of this roast chicken. I like it. “ He found a spot by himself and ate while the others waited for their turn. 

Devon noticed that some of the passengers were merchants and they had set up makeshift stands to hawk their wares. There was a man selling baked goods and others selling sweets. Another still offered wines and spirits to the travel worn people waiting to be fed. 

“I want cake.” Madalyn told her mother. 

Alayne gave her a disapproving look.

“I’m sorry mommy. May I have some cake please.” She said, smiling a mouth full of tiny teeth.

“We’ll see sweetie. If it’s not too much extra I guess.”

Devon nodded to Maya and she walked off. He made plates for the two of them and found stools set near a barrel not far from where the man was eating. Alayne brought him the food he asked for emptying half her plate onto his. Madalyn sat with Devon. “Where’s Maya?” She asked.

“Right here little one.” She placed a platter with a chocolate fudge cake near the girl. But you must clean your plate first and ask your mother if it’s ok.”

She looked excitedly back to her mom who nodded in approval. Alayne mouthed thank you to Maya who bowed slightly in return.

Javna saw the cake and sprung to his feet. “Why didn’t you get me cake?” He yelled at Alayne. He drew his hand back to strike her and Madalyn cringed. Maya held her tightly and in a blink Devon was in front of the woman drawing her behind him.

“I’d reconsider friend.” He said evenly. “You are about to inconvenience us both.”

“No. It’s ok. He wasn’t going to…” She tugged Devon back a step. “I make him angry sometimes that’s all.” Alayne pleaded.

The man lowered his hand. “She’s right. I’m just trying to teach her manners, you know, the proper way to treat a man. I’d never really harm her.”

“That’s good to know.” Devon replied holding the man’s eyes locked with his own. 

“Well then. I’m going to bed. Come woman.” 

She placed the half eaten plate on a nearby collection table. Alayne looked at Madalyn. “Come on sweetie.”

“Do I have to mommy?”

“It’s ok. We’ll look after her.” Maya offered.

Alayne had a sad expression on her face but nodded. “Ok Mads?”

“Ok mommy.” She said through a mouth full of cake.

“<By our queen Devon if you don’t…>”

“Here Maya, have cake.” Madalyn offered sliding a hunk of it on a plate toward her. “Your tummy is growling again.”

Devon saved a piece of cake for Alayne and brought it and a pitcher of mead back with him when they retired to the wagon. She thanked him and ate quietly while the man slept snoring loudly.”

“He snores like a dragon.” Madalyn said, making a face.

“So does Maya.” Devon added playfully and the little girl laughed. 

Madalyn yawned and laid next to her mother then fell asleep.

The next day brought more of the same. 

They woke to the smell of coffee and hot honey sweetened porridge. After a quick breakfast the caravan moved again. The weather had changed and the heat of the previous day was replaced by warm rain. The weather intensified, turning to storm and they were forced to stop. The horses had begun to spook from the lightning and the sound of crashing thunder.

“Mommy I don’t like the loud noises.” Little Madalyn whimpered. 

“Hush that child woman.” The man scowled. “It’s only a bit of rain. No one wants to hear her prattling.”

Maya laid her head on Devon’s shoulder and closed her eyes as if she were resting and whispered. “<How much more of this will you stand for>”

Devon gently brushed the bangs away from her eyes but didn’t answer. 

Kaboom!!!

The sound of thunder shook the carriage and Madalyn shrieked nervously. She dove across the cart to Devon’s side laying her head on his lap curling into a ball before pulling his hand from Maya’s face to cover her own ear.

“Oh Mads don’t. I’m so sorry Devon. She’s…” Alayne began apologizing.

“Fine where she is.” he comforted her.

“Rayne would be in her glory right now.” Maya offered quietly. “This is more her climate than mine. I could do without the downpour.”

“What about the rain?” Madalyn asked.

“It should break soon.” Devon answered. “Don’t worry. You’re safe with us.”

The little girl looked up with a smile. “I know.” She closed her eyes and tried to sleep.

It took several hours before the lightning had passed and they were able to travel again. The rain had let up and had become nothing more than a soothing tap on the carriage roof. The compartment was quiet except for the snoring of the man. Alayne smiled gratefully at Devon as little Madalyn had finally fallen asleep. Even Maya seemed to doze relaxed by the pattering sound of the droplets. Devon could feel the uncomfortable pain of tightness in his muscles but he dared not shift his body for fear of waking the two sleeping girls leaning against him. No one moved until the sudden jar of the wagon coming to a stop roused Maya and Madalyn. They had pushed through most of the day to make up for lost time but as darkness fell, the caravan master decided to set camp for the night. A meal of chili and pan cooked cornbread was served. Maya, who had excused herself, returned in a short time with a fist full of stick candies and a bag of chewy nougats. 

“Here Mads.” She handed the treasures to the child. “I thought you might enjoy these. You’ve been so good considering the frightful weather and all.”

“I wasn’t scared.” She protested. “Right Devon?”  

“Not at all sweetling, you were quite brave. Though maybe your mother should hold some of that for you. Just to make sure you don’t overdo.”

“Oh... you shouldn’t have. It must have cost…”

“No you shouldn’t have.” the cantankerous man growled. “What if she comes to expect such things all the time?”

Maya’s eyes were ablaze with fury as she turned her attention to Javna. “And why shouldn’t she?” The black dragon challenged. “Where I am from, girls such as her are treated like princesses. The Hi...The Lord of the realm is incredibly kind and generous to young ones.”

“Yeah I’m sure.” He frowned at her, obviously judging the contemptuous woman by her dress. “I’m sure that’s fine in whatever backwoods village you came from, but here, in the real world, it’s not so.”

Maya inhaled sharply. 

“<Don’t.>” Devon covered the command with a cough. He walked over and took her hand. “Please sit darling.”

Madalyn handed a sweet candy stick to Maya. “Here. I know that face. You have a bad taste in your mouth. This will help.”

Maya knelt and smiled. “Thank you my lady.” She glowered at the man with absolute disgust before affectionately looking back to Madalyn. “I’ve spent some time in royal courts. Did you know that a princess always curtsies to say thank you?”

Madalyn knelt awkwardly pulling at her dress and bowed.

“Excellent child.”

The man huffed and stormed away.

“I can’t thank you two enough. The kindness you’ve shown my daughter and I... we don’t deserve it.”

“He may have you believing that Alayne but it’s not true. Everyone deserves happiness and none more so than a child.” Maya explained.

“That’s exactly why I stay. For Madalyn.” She turned her head only to see her daughter laughing as Devon spun her around in circles.

“There’s better out there.” Maya pushed.

Alayne looked Maya in the eyes. “Better is already spoken for.”

They sat around the fire pit after dinner. Madalyn pressed herself tight into Devon’s side curling under his arm. Maya leaned in with a wry grin. “Careful my lord. I think little Madalyn here fancies you. Whatever would your queen say?” She teased.

Madalyn giggled. “Silly Maya. I’m a princess, remember. Aren’t you his queen?”

Devon smiled broadly. “Of course she is. Queen Amaya first of her name.”

Maya chuckled at the thought.

Madalyn hugged him tight around the waist and her eyes grew wide with discovery. She cupped her hand to his ear. “You have a weapon. I knew you were a soldier. Don’t worry I won’t tell.”

Devon hugged her. “Good girl Mads.”

They sat around the fire for another hour before retiring for the night. Madalyn insisted she sleep with Maya. “It’s not everyday I can sleep with a queen mommy.”

“Are you sure you don’t mind Maya?” she asked.

“Of course not. Besides she takes up less room than this one.”

Devon smirked. “Well hopefully she doesn’t mind your snoring in her ear.”

Madalyn laughed. “Can we be friends forever?” The little girl asked.

“Good gods!” The man yelled in exasperation. “Once we get to Alacanté you’ll never see them again whelp. And I’ll be stuck with the spoiled mess they created.”

The car suddenly cooled as if the breath of 1000 corpses had been exhaled into the compartment. An uneasy feeling of dread cloaked its passengers. Maya elbowed Devon sharply in the ribs and just as suddenly it faded. “<Took you long enough>” She chided. The man retreated to the rear of the cart as far away from the couple as he could without even understanding what had driven him away.

Madalyn looked sadly at Devon. “Is that true?”

“No sweet thing. Friends forever. Promise.” He said.

“Pinky swear?” She held out her tiny finger to Maya.

Maya gripped it with all her fingers and shook her hand. “Sure.”

Madalyn giggled as Devon corrected the grip. “There. Much better.”

“Good.” the child yawned. “I’m sleepy.” and they retired for the night. Maya laid awake the entire night, never taking her eyes off the horrible man.

Horses. The caravan was still yet there was a rumble of incoming horses. Maya had felt it too. They sat up quickly as the door to the carriage burst open. Men with nocked crossbows ordered everyone out and to the ground. The raiders sat all the passengers against the wagons. Several men with drawn swords paced back and forth while two others rummaged pockets and pouches looking for valuables. Devon decided to comply, not wanting any of the innocent travelers to get injured in a fight. “If it’s just money let them have it and go.” He whispered to Maya.

She squinted her eyes in protest.

“You there. Quiet or else.” A man with a crossbow ordered. He leveled the weapon at Devon.

The Highlord counted the raiders. He could make out a dozen or so. There was a large man wearing studded leather armor on a destrier, obviously the leader commanding the others. Devon looked at one of the men checking pockets. He had pale drawn skin and bloodshot red eyes. Devon could make out the glint of an over sized incisor. He wore dark leather and black cloth covering most of his body, protecting his sensitive skin from the blazing sun. He didn’t look well. Devon made the man for Sanguinari. Maya picked up on it too. “Yin Fen my lord.” she advised him. “I can smell it in his blood.” 

The Sanguinari raider scowled. “Weren’t you told to shut up!” He walked over to Devon. “You should teach your little lady how to behave, lest something terrible should happen to her.” He turned his head to the right and noticed the mother and child. “What have we here?” He snarled exposing his fangs attempting to intimidate Alayne and Madalyn. Madalyn withdrew tight into her mother.

“They are of no consequence.” Devon said drawing the man’s attention back to himself. “There is no need to frighten a child. Take your money and begone.” Devon said evenly.

“Is that so?” The man on the destrier had paced over. “Kozani. Shut him up.”

The Sanguinari struck him hard in the mouth. Madalyn jumped to her feet. “LEAVE HIM ALONE!”

“Two girlfriends. You’re a lucky man. Perhaps we’ll take one, or both off your hands.”

“Mads no!” Alayne yelled as her daughter scurried in between Devon and Maya.

“Another hero.” The man on the destrier sighed as he rolled his eyes. “Perhaps we take all three? What do you think, Kozani? Hungry?” The vampyr pressed his tongue against his fangs sliding it back and forth.

“Go ahead. Take them. Take them all, just leave me be.” Javna squealed. They’d make great slaves or whatever. The child is young. Certainly she’s worth more than a few coins. Her mother is fertile and pleasing. I'm sure you can find some use for her.” 

Devon reached into a hidden belt pouch he knew contained more than a handful of rubies. He always carried them for Jenna as they were the gold dragon’s favorite snack food. “Here. Take this and kindly go. These people are peaceful. There’s more than enough in that bag to make it worth your while.”

“<If you give him a single copper I’ll kill him myself.>” Maya growled ferociously.

“<I’m not giving him anything. I’m buying. His life and the lives of his men.> Take this and trouble us no more.” The Sanguinari snatched the pouch from his hand and held it out to the leader. The mercenary riding the destrier opened it, marveling at the gems within.

“Cut rubies! I wonder what else he has. Search him. If he moves, kill the girl.”

Devon shook his head. “I wouldn’t do that.” He said with final warning. 

Kozani pushed Devon’s cloak aside revealing the butt end of a Sanguinari truesilver kukri. It’s black and midnight blue leather wrapped hilt was etched with a black lotus in the guard and a darkstar on the end cap.

The vampyr froze as Devon stared at him with eyes blazing bright blue. Cold air washed over him and the man on the destrier causing the horse to buck with fear, throwing its rider to the ground. “Nightmaster…” Kozani gasped. “I didn’t know. He backed away trembling as Devon rose. A crossbow bolt flew at the highlord who snatched it from the air and tossed it aside.

He pulled Madalyn behind him obscuring her vision. “Stay close and shut your eyes Mads.” Lightning licked and kicked across his body then with a loud ‘krzzack!’ It discharged from his outstretched hand electrocuting the crossbowman to death.

The raiders wheeled about and charged.

“Stop!” Devon commanded. Magical energy swirled like a maelstrom around him and time came to a halt. He continued drawing on his arcane might causing deep shade to envelope the area. The canopy of shadow rose more than four times his height and extended for well beyond the range of even Maya’s dragonsight. He knew that the humans, lacking his ability to see in darkness, would barely have sight further than a few feet in front of them. Next he brought into being a wall of force, separating the caravan from the raiders.   

Time resumed and bedlam ensued. The raiders became quickly disoriented by their sudden lack of vision. The unexpected heavy shade frightened the caravan passengers causing them to huddle together. 

Kozani fell to his knees. “YA ne znal Nochnogo khozyaina.” (I didn’t know, Nightmaster.) “Pozhaluysta. YA budu sluzhit'.” (Please. I will serve.) 

Devon glanced at the man who had been on the destrier. Kozani threw himself at him, cutting his throat clean as his former leader fought to stand. 

“Maya. Kill them all.” He ordered.

The black dragon grinned. “With pleasure my lord.” She belched and a stream of green acid erupted from her mouth killing half the raiders in an instant. Maya chuckled. 

The rest of the raiders panicked, overwhelmed with dragon fear and unable to see. They turned and ran in a disorganized retreat. Maya leapt into the air and as she did, great black wings burst from her back. Her humanoid form morphed and changed into the reptilian shape of a black dragon. She slapped a rider off his horse with her tail and killed several more with icy breath as frozen shards and terrible cold poured from her maw. The last few tried to escape by splitting in different directions. They found out much to their dismay that a dragon is much faster than a horse.

Devon looked down to check on Madalyn and could see the little girl peeking through open fingers hoping to see the skirmish. He knelt next to her. “I hope I didn’t frighten you Mads.”

“Of course not my lord.” She said with a smile and curtsy. “I knew you were nice. Remember?” 

“I do.” he said nodding his head.

She brought her hand to his cheek, rubbing her thumb across the bone. “I like your eyes.”

Alayne came rushing over, stumbling through the darkened landscape. She gasped a sigh of relief as she found her daughter, grabbed her and hugged her tight. “What were you thinking? You could’ve been killed. Don’t ever do that again.” she scolded.

“Daddy said we protect our friends mommy. Friends forever.” Maya, who had cleared the area of corpses, glided through the air then dove and landed with a thud. Her form shrunk and she was once again the pretty pale skinned girl who wore a permanent scowl. “Right?” Madalyn asked as she stepped into view. 

“Absolutely child.” Maya grinned.

Devon dispelled his enchantments and sunlight once again illuminated the field. There were no signs of the raiders however, save Kozani who had fallen to a knee bowing low and a riderless destrier.

Maya’s gaze quickly found Javna who was huddled on the ground like a possum playing dead. Whimpers and cries could be heard from a distance. She snatched him from the dirt in a clawed hand and tossed him roughly to the ground at Devon’s feet. 

“What of this thing my lord?” Maya asked. Her tone was flush with anger, full of malice and dread. “Shall I execute him?”

“Stand him up.” Devon commanded. He was dead weight drooping, the consistency of warm putty. He refused to stand on his own feet so Maya held him firm by the back of his neck. It took little effort. “Yes. What of you Javna?”

“Take them and go. I don’t want anything to do with them.” He shook uncontrollably.

“He reeks of fear my lord...and excrement. End him and be done with it.” Maya suggested wrinkling her nose.

“What say you Alayne.” Devon’s right hand wore a glove of lurid purple black energy. “Say the word and he dies.”

The woman whom Javna had humiliated, abused and treated with utter lack of respect walked over to Devon. She looked toward the huddled mass of passengers sitting in shock and fear with mouths agape. Then reached for his arm. “No. You’re a good man. I won’t have you murder him just because he was cruel to me.”

“This refuse doesn’t deserve the air it breathes.” Maya sneered.  “And it wasn’t just you. What about the way he treated your wyrmling? What of Mads?”

The little girl spoke. “I wish there were a way to make him do good things from now on. A way to hurt him only when he does bad.”

Maya raised an eyebrow and Devon tilted his head. “Is that what you want Mads?” 

The little girl nodded her head. 

“Then it shall be as you command my princess.” Devon bowed. He looked the man directly in the eyes, the highlord’s orbs still glowing blue as gold lightning erupted from his pupils. Javna’s eyes were nearly white with terror. The incantation was simple yet powerful. Green energy crackled and created an eerie aura around the man. “From this day forward and for the rest of your days you will forgo wealth and reward and seek only to help ease the difficulties and troubles of every woman and child you meet. You will defend, serve and assist all in need. Seek out the less fortunate of the realm and make their struggles less.” He cast the geas. “Know this. Should you do anything else, great pain will be visited upon you unto death.”

Maya dropped him. 

“Now go. Leave this place before I change my mind.”

The fear ridden man looked up at Alayne and Madalyn.

“Run!” Maya roared, throwing her arms back like wings.

He scrambled to his feet and fled in the direction of the not so far settlement of Secomber.

“As for you.” He turned his attention to the Sanguinari who had remained silent, head bowed the entire time. “Skazhi mne kto ty.” (Tell me who you are.)

He kept his head bowed and spoke politely. “Nightmaster. Ya Kozani Segrern iz doma Segrern, klana Morvant, i ya budu sluzhit’.” (I am Kozani Segrern of House Segrern, Clan Morvant and I will serve.)

Devon replied. “Khorosho. U menya yest' zadaniye dlya vas, Kozani Segrern iz klana Morvant.” (Good. I have a task for you Kozani Segrern of Clan Morvant.) “Now rise.”

The Sanguinari stood and returned the pouch of rubies to Devon’s hand. “I believe these are yours Nightmaster.”

Devon’s eyes returned to their normal green hue. “Alayne. I want you to have these. Return to the Port and restart your life there. I’m sorry for what you lost in the war and all the suffering you endured thereafter. It was a terrible ordeal for many. Your husband sacrificed everything to protect the city and its people. Permit me the honor of caring for you and Madalyn in his stead.” He placed the gems in her hand. 

Alayne looked in the pouch and was certain there was a king’s ransom inside. There was more wealth in her palm then she had ever seen. “I.. I don’t know. I can’t take these my lord.”

“You can and you must. You wanted a good life for Madalyn? Now she shall have it. Buy a home. Buy a business. Or simply live happily together. Whatever you decide, your choices shall only ever be your own. Live the life you should.”

“Thank you Devon. This is more than gener…” She paused, her face turning flush with embarrassment. “Did you say the Port?” she asked. “No one but those who were born there call it by that name.” She swallowed hard. “Nightmaster.” She said, looking at Kozani who immediately bowed his head. “You called him Nightmaster. There has only ever been one Nightmaster in the Port. The protege of Lady Blacklotus.” Her eyes grew wide with sudden realization. “Devon? Your name is Devon as in the Darkstar? You’re Devon Darkstar!?” She began to hyperventilate. 

“Mommy are you ok?” Madalyn asked, obviously concerned.

“Relax Alayne. Yes, I am. And you are under my protection if you will have it.”

“Mommy who’s Devon Darkstar? Is Devon important?”

Maya laughed and knelt next to the young girl. “He likes to think so sometimes Mads.”

Alayne hugged her daughter close, hiding the tears in her eyes. “Yes baby. He’s important. He’s no soldier. He’s a hero.”

“Well of course he is. He and Maya saved the caravan.” She said proudly.

“And you helped Mads. I want you to have something.” Devon’s fingers flicked and moved as wisps of white plume smoke danced and swirled. There was a spark and suddenly a pendant appeared from thin air. 

“Whoah.” Madalyn gasped. “Magic.”

“All heroes deserve medals Mads.” Devon clasped the platinum chain around her neck. “And this one is very special.” He grasped her tiny hand in his.

“My lord, is that what I think it is?” Maya questioned.

Devon nodded. “Now listen carefully Mads. If you or your mother are ever in danger, hold this medal and say ‘Ukris’ and we will hear you.”

“Madalyn marveled at the medal. “Look mommy a dragon with a star behind it. And what are these pretty flowers? Mommy see? It’s so pretty.” Alayne could barely speak. Her hand trembled in front of her mouth.

“Now return home. Kozani will see you safely there and protect you with his life. Isn’t that right Kozani?” 

“Yes Nightmaster.”

“<You trust that beast with them? Are you mad? Because he promises?>” Maya asked defiantly.

“No. I will trust his word because I demand a blood oath.” 

Kozani nodded his head. Devon drew the dagger from Maya’s waist and ran it across his wrist. Kozani bit deep into his own. They clasped their forearms together. Their blood mixed, dripping  into a cup Maya was holding beneath them. “Kozani Segrern of House Segrern, Clan Morvant do you swear to me, Devon Darkstar of House Blacklotus, Clan Radcliffe, by your blood, to do all in your power to see Alayne and Madalyn safely back to Westport Manor, secure them from harm and obey their commands as if they were my own, under pain of final death?” 

“I do.” he said solemnly.

“Then I accept your blood oath and absolve you of the crimes you committed this day in exchange for your service.” 

Kozani drank from the cup and handed it to Devon who did the same. 

Devon felt a jolt as if lightning was firing through his veins. It was not the first time he had drunk the blood of a Sanguinari. Selene’s own coursed through his body. He felt his heart race as her gift of celerity burned the poison from his system. “Tvoya krov' gryaznaya. Derzhi v chistote.” (Your blood is dirty. Keep it clean.) The Highlord said, shaking his head.

Kozani looked away in shame. 

Devon sought the caravan master. He found him among a group huddled together hiding from Maya. “Do not fear my friends. The danger has passed. Please come out.”

 No one moved. 

“Good sir. It seems the lady wishes to return to Westport. And judging by the expression on everyone’s face they’d probably prefer we find alternate means of transportation as well.” 

The caravan leader eyed him suspiciously but did not speak.

“I was hoping I could commission the wagon we previously hired to return to Westport with those three over there.” 

“Vampire.” he said pointing at Kozani.

“Him... no. Not a vampire. They can’t bear the light of the sun. He’s Sanguinari.”

“How much does the job pay?” the driver asked.

“Three days travel?  How does five hundred gold sound?”

“How about five thousand.”

“How about I kill him and you pick another my lord.” Maya offered.

“One thousand. Devon said. And I’ll quicken the horses to cut your travel by a day. Agreed?”

The man stepped out. “Agreed my lord.” 

Devon paid the man and looked to Kozani. His eyes glowed blue once more. “Go now and do as you have sworn. Remember Kozani Segrern, the laws of Sanguinar are harsh. Should any ill befall my friends I’ll have you drained and staked in the sun until final death takes you.” 

Kozani bowed. “Come my ladies. We must do as the Nightmaster commands.”

Devon walked over to Alayne. “Seek the magister’s tower. Ask for Holly Warren. She’s a friend. Stay there until you find a suitable place. And should Madalyn so desire I’m sure they will accept her as an apprentice.”

“Thank you for everything Devon.” Alayne said with a smile. “I accept your generous offer of protection my lord.” She hugged him then Maya. “Thank you as well Maya. You’re a lucky woman to share such company.”

Maya smiled back before turning to Madalyn. “And you little one.” She said embracing her tightly. “Your Auntie Maya will miss you. Remember to always be a princess, Mads.” 

The young girl curtsied and looked at Devon. Her expression seemed to sadden. “Will I see you again?”

“Of course you will Mads. Maya and I both. Promise.”

She jumped up and threw her arms around his neck. “Ok.” She fought back a sniffle. “Be careful. And listen to your queen. She’ll keep you safe.”

Maya smirked. “Of course she will.” 

Devon helped the ladies board as Maya waved. The driver set off with his three passengers and they watched as he faded quickly from sight. “Are you ready Auntie Maya?” Devon joked.

She punched him hard enough to leave a bruise. “Don’t start.” she threatened.

“Admit it you like the wyrmling.” he teased.

“The child was not so bad I guess.” She said with feigned disinterest.

Devon approached the destrier and grabbed it by the bridle. “I guess you’re coming with us.” he said to the horse. He trotted back to the huddled passengers. “I think it best if no one speaks of these events.” 

Maya glared at the mass assembly and they all nodded together. “Good. I’d hate to have to come back for the one who talked.”

They all shook their heads in unison.

Maya hopped on the horse and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Honeymoon my love?” She said with a squeeze. 

Devon choked out a laugh and rode off. 

A little less than two days later the wagon arrived in Westport. Kozani helped his wards down and trailed behind the mother and daughter until they stopped at a large tower in the town square overlooking the sea. Alayne nervously knocked on the door. A teen aged apprentice wearing simple robes answered. “May I help you?”

“I’m looking for Holly Warren. Is she in?”

“Of course. Is she expecting you?”

“I’m afraid not. A friend told me to come here and ask for her.”

“I see. Come in. Please sit here and I’ll ask if she’ll see you.”

A few minutes later an attractive woman with dark chestnut brown wavy hair sitting shoulder length came down the stairwell. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

“No my lady. I don’t think so. I mean I worked at the Hero’s Rest for a time. Maybe?”

Holly’s eyes found their way to Madalyn and then Kozani. “Why are you here?”

Alayne stuttered nervously. “A friend told me that... He said we should… I’ve no place to go with my daughter and…”

“I’m sorry this is no inn. I don’t know who your friend is but…” Holly’s concentration was broken by the sight of Madalyn playing with her pendant. The child was trying to get the light to reflect off the diamond cut dragon scales. “May I?” She asked leaning in. “Where did you get that?”

“My friend gave it to me.” Madalyn answered. “His name is…”

“Devon.” Holly finished for her.

“Mmhmm” the little girl said. ‘I’m Madalyn.” then curtsied.

“And I’m Alayne. It seems we ran into some trouble while traveling to Alacanté and Devon thought we’d be safe here. Until I can find a more permanent place to stay.”

“Of course he did.” She said half frowning, half smiling. “Very well. I’ll find you a room. You can dismiss the vampyr.”

Alayne looked to Kozani. “You can go. Thank you.”

“I can not.” Kozani replied.

Holly shook her head impatiently. He sent you with an oath bound Sanguinari but never told you how to release him?” Holly grinned. “I guess he didn’t trust you not to threaten them into freeing you. He always was smart.” She looked at the man more closely. I’m guessing by the bloodshot eyes you have a Yin Fen addiction. Nasty stuff. No magical way to cure it. Has to run its course. Anyhow... call him by his name and clan and tell him you hold his oath fulfilled. Then he can leave.”

“Kozani Segrern?... of Clan…”

“Morvant” he offered.

 “Kozani Segrern of Clan Morvant I hold your oath fulfilled.”

“Thank you my ladies.” He said and bowed.

“Ok.. Good. Bye now. Buh bye.” Holly ushered him out the door.  

She turned back to Alayne. “You and Devon aren’t... I mean it’s none of my business but…”

“Sadly no. He’s married. I met his wife. Maya. Sweet lady.”

“Amaya Malnyx. The black dragon?”

“Auntie Maya.” Madalyn said with a smile. ”Black Dragon?”

“That is not his wife.” Holly mumbled to Alayne. 

“You mean he’s unattached?” Alayne whispered hopefully.

“Oh no. He’s very much attached.” She whispered back, a sad expression appearing on her face. “Maya though is just a bodyguard of sorts. He’s consort to the queen of dragons now. There is always one protecting him.”

“Lucky her.” Alayne lamented.

“Yeah lucky her... come I’ll settle you in.” 

Dragon Mountain

Devon ran his fingers over the kyanite stone, it’s dark blue facets sparkled in the light. “Muzyka.” he spoke and the gem lit up. “Val’s” he said, causing the instrumental sound of a waltz to emanate from the songstone. The melody was sad and tempo slow. It held a special place in his heart as it was the first song Selene had played when she taught him to dance. A flood of memories washed over him.

“You must learn the basic steps first, slow and methodical. Your footwork must be precise. There can be no mistakes. Only then will speed come. Now, place your left hand here on my waist and take my hand with your right.” Selene’s typically strict tone seemed softer as she began the dance lesson. 

Devon warily approached her. He could feel his heart race as his hand met hers. His breath quickened then froze in his throat as his other found her hip. Selene tilted her head slightly and her eyes, blue as ice seemed to grin with amusement at him, though her expression remained aloof. 

“Now. Step two three...move two three...turn two three...step two three…..”

He was staring into the open floor of the bed chamber as ghosts from his past took to dancing. His eyes were lost in reminiscence.

“Uncle?...Uncle?...Are you ok?” Jenna asked with some concern from the threshold of the open door. She walked cautiously toward him. “Devon?” She reached out for his arm.

The contact broke his reverie.

“Jenna … Apologies, your grace.” He said with a bow. “I seem to have been caught daydreaming.”

“Oh…” She replied. “What did you see?” She asked with interest.

“Nothing...it was nothing…”

“Come now uncle. You must have seen something that could hold your attention. You didn’t even react to my entry.”

Devon sighed. “It was a long time ago sweet princess. Visions of my youth, when I first arrived at Sanguinar. Memories your aunt would probably prefer I not dwell upon.”

“Nonsense. Auntie Aliyeah is hardly jealous. For sure she’d not have you deny that which makes you who you are.”

“It’s not quite that simple. While she may not doubt my love and devotion, she has not always appreciated my kinship with Lady Radcliffe nor my attachment to Selene Blacklotus.”

“The Pale Lady did threaten her uncle...and used blood magic to try and sever your connection to auntie. Surely you can understand her discomfort in dealing with her. Actually I admire the queen’s ability to endure those insults and still allow you the leeway to maintain the relationships from your birth place.” She paused for a moment looking to read his expression. “You know you’re home is here now. You’re one of us.”

“And still one of them. Sanguinari are bound by blood and those bonds are eternal.”

Jenna’s eyes saddened a bit.

“As is my love for Aliyeah. I live in both worlds but never more than a breath away from either. I have a responsibility and duty to both.”

“And when those interests oppose uncle...what then?”

“Then I will have to choose, a worry for another day sweet princess.”

“You’ll choose auntie. You always do. You’ve sworn fealty to her and I know how seriously you take your oaths.”

Devon smiled but there was a trace of melancholy hidden in the green of his eyes. “Of course your grace.” He bowed slightly.

Jenna hugged him tight then dragged him toward the bed. “Sit uncle.” Jenna sat on the edge of the bed tapping the duvet next to her as she did. “I want to hear about your past, of you as a wyrmling. Please?”

“I’m not sure…” The music was still playing and it seemed to call out to him.

Jenna was quick to notice. “Of course you are. I’d love to hear all about you. Like why does this song move you so. Go on.” She said brightly.

“So you want to hear a story huh? Very well. When the nights were long and the days were deep there lived a lovely, lonely warrior and the thief who would steal her heart.” He began with a smile. 

“Is the warrior a dragon?”

Devon smiled. “Not quite your grace.” He paused. “Now you should understand, every story starts with a lie. That’s the job of beginnings, to tell you you’re safe, that all of this lasts, and trick you into believing nothing will ever change. But underneath there are signs of your true story — who made you, who harmed you, what the hells you were born to fight. And you won’t be ready to hear it yet, so you’ll run, live, collect the things that matter along the way — an oath, your allies, a home. Only then will you see the real enemy. But hopefully by then you have them, this strange, messy, impossible family full of enemies and siblings, lovers, and hope. It doesn’t matter how your story begins. It’s about who is with you at the end.”

Jenna sat mouth agape. “Is your story at an end uncle? What does that mean?”

“Hopefully not just yet. But remember the bonds we create through hardship and perseverance are lasting and not everyone we begin our story with will be there at the end, while some who arrive later in the story were not party to our earlier chapters. So mine begins with a murder. I was a boy of twelve when it happened. There was a girl, Holly, who I was very close with, my first love in fact.”

“The woman from the tower in Westport? The mage who always seems happy to see you yet sad at the same time.”

“One in the same. Had fate not intervened, you and I would probably not be having this conversation and I might very well be married to her.”

“Does auntie know?” she teased eyes opening wide.

“It was a lifetime ago...and a very different me. But yes. She’s aware. Holly and I had snuck away from the magister’s tower and wandered about the town. Probably not the smartest thing I’ve done but back then I was easily swayed by a pretty smile and a soft touch.”

“Uncle?!” Jenna interrupted with a mix of embarrassment and shock. 

“Do you want to hear the story or not?”

“Sorry uncle. Please go on.”

“So I had acquired some wine.”

“Uh huh. Thief.” She whispered.

Devon grinned. “... and we had been drinking and laughing all the while enjoying the warm summer air when we heard a scream. I told Holly to go for help and I ran over to the manor house the sound had come from. It was the mayor’s. The door was open so I walked in. That’s when I saw her. The mayor’s wife had been stabbed. I tried to stop the bleeding but I was not a skilled healer. That’s Jarath’s thing. I pressed on the wound trying to hold it closed and yelled for help. She grabbed my hand and asked me not to leave her. I swore I wouldn’t. Holly returned minutes later but it was too late. She was gone. We tried to explain but there was so much blood. It stained my hands and covered my clothes. At some point I must have picked up the knife because they found it in my grasp. I learned sometime later the murderer had been hired by a discontented noble who felt aggrieved by Mayor Chadwick’s refusal to grant a letter of mark for his business.”

“Oh? Why was that.”

“He was a fence and the business was a front. The mayor had turned away the thieves guild’s bribe.”

“I see. But you didn’t kill that woman. Didn’t Holly tell them?”

“Of course, but no one believed us. Besides, I had been in trouble before and there were those who didn’t put it past me to do such a thing. Magister Crowley defended me of course. Abba Gideon tried the case.The mayor wanted me put to death…”

“At twelve? What kind of man is he?”

“A heartbroken man filled with vengeance and hatred in his heart for the one he held responsible for his wife’s murder. I don’t blame him. It wasn’t his fault. He was left despondent by her loss.” 

“And then?”

“And then Selene sweet princess. The laws of Westport and treaty with Sanguinar granted her the right to claim the life of anyone convicted of murder. She arrived much to the shock of many and the chagrin of Abba Gideon, but that’s a story for another day. She brought me to Sanguinar and...” 

“And what?”

“Want to see for yourself?” He offered.

“How?” Jenna asked.

“Magic. I’ll share the memory with you. If you want to see it from my perspective that is?”

“You can do that?” she said with a hint of amazement.

“Yes. It’s an incantation I learned from my time in Sanguinar. Interested?”

Jenna’s eyes were wide as saucers. “Yes please…” She paused. “Is it safe?” 

“Of course your grace. I’d never put you in harm’s way.”

“Ok. How?” 

Devon pricked his finger and a drop of blood oozed from the cut.” 

“Eww.” What are you going to do with that?” Jenna demanded.

“You’ll need to taste my blood so I can guide you through and unlock the memories within. It’s the only way. Or you can just settle for what I tell you.”

The young bard was too intrigued by the offer. “Fine. Do it.”

Devon pressed the blood against her lips and mouthed the incantation. The walls began to close in on her and she felt a rush of thoughts overwhelming her brain as their minds connected. Her breathing quickened. She felt like she was going to hyperventilate. Then she heard his voice. “Focus Jenna. Concentrate on where you want to go and what you want to see.” Her breathing slowed and began to calm. Darkness broke and she found herself looking at a wall roughly a half higher than shoulder height composed of stone and mortar radiating in opposite directions from either side of a set of black wrought iron gates. As she gathered her bearings, she saw that the road behind her passed directly through a cemetery. Headstones neatly arranged in rows and columns looked to extend as far as the eye could see, a veritable sea of the dead.  

“Hey!” Selene scolded. “Did you not hear me? You’ll need to stay close. Sanguinar is not in the habit of welcoming unannounced guests…especially when those guests have been convicted of murder.” 

“Yes Mistress.” Twelve year old Devon managed softly.  

Jenna watched as they passed through the gateway. Two guards in oiled black leather armor addressed them.  

“Welcome home Nightmistress. May I ask what the human is doing here?” 

“I’ve claimed him by right of trial. I’m taking him to the manor.” 

The guardsmen looked at each other. They appeared unsettled by Selene’s answer. 

“The Pale Lady will not be pleased. Perhaps I should call for a jailor to take charge of … it.” 

The air cooled and Selene’s eyes flashed brilliant blue, beautiful and dangerous. Jenna could sense the fear begin to well inside the young boy and she too suddenly felt afraid. It was a sentiment shared by the guardsmen. They took a step back.  

“We mean no disrespect Nightmistress.” Came a stutter. “It's just that.. The Pale Lady doesn't… She will be displeased…” 

“Continue to waste my time captain and I will become displeased.” Selene threatened.

“Of course Lady Blacklotus.” 

The guardsmen moved back to their posts without another word.  

Selene turned her attention to Devon, the brilliant blue fading from her eyes. “You will follow me and stay no more than a pace behind. Do you understand?” 

Jenna nodded with Devon, dumbfounded. Selene turned away, walking briskly down the cobblestone path. They passed through an open area just beyond the gate where a few dozen or so shuttered buildings sat eerily still in a semicircle oriented toward the front gate. Beyond them the path continued. There were few people along the walkway. Those they saw lowered their gaze in deference to the Nightmistress. The village itself was comprised of perfectly manicured sections of homes in an organized pattern that flanked several businesses along the path. They reached the center atrium of the town where the bulk of professional establishments had been erected. There were several pubs and various vendors peddling wares from arms and armor to spices and cloth or silken garments. Jenna could sense the uneasy feeling Devon had as he regarded the townsfolk, an unnatural feeling like a sheep walking among a pack of wolves. The looks he received in return only added to his discomfort. Occasionally Selene would catch someone staring and they would quickly avert their eyes and look away. It was a long walk from the front gate and they had taken to a brisk pace but Selene seemed unaffected by the travel. Devon panted but kept pace just as he was told. Once beyond the atrium the townsfolk thinned again. Occasionally she would see a man sweeping a porch or a woman hanging a clothesline. Few took any notice of them and those that did looked disinterested.  

The sun had just started to sink below the horizon when a manor set on a low hill came into Jenna’s sight. Two pillars flanked the entry path. Atop the pillars, stone wolves sat in wary silence above the entrance. The hedges were carved artistically in designs and patterns that would seem to mean something but was at the same time foreign to her. Lanterns glowed in hues of purple, blue and red to mark the stone walk. A secondary path could be seen rolling to the left along a garden of beautiful flowers. As they approached the manor Selene stopped. “You will not speak unless I tell you so. You will not look anyone in the eye. Am I clear?”  

Devon lowered his gaze. “Yes Mistress.” 

She placed her hand on the pewter handle of the black hardwood door and it gave way.  

“Selene”, came a cheerful voice. Where have you been? Mother is quite cross. She was unaware you had plans to visit the Port.” 

Selene tilted her head slightly. 

“Yes, she knows where you have been but not why?”  

Jenna could feel the room staring at her.  

“He’s a child Selene.” The woman’s voice echoed with disapproval. “What are you thinking? The laws…” 

“The laws allow the Nightmistress to claim those convicted of murder.” 

“Him..murder…” There was a chuckle. “You don’t expect me to believe that he…. this child committed murder upon the humans.” 

“Humans again?” Jenna found the idea of these people referring to Devon as human confusing. I wonder why they speak of him so?” She asked in her head. Devon looked up at the woman who had been talking to Selene. She had kind brown eyes and long chestnut hair with blonde streaks that cascaded over her shoulders, midway down her back. 

“Are you a murderer boy?” She asked.  

“No.” Devon answered without thinking. 

Selene’s backhand struck fast. Jenna could taste blood in her mouth. Devon staggered back a step before falling to a knee. His eyes were wet with tears. Hunched over, he stifled a sob. He quickly lowered his eyes to stare at the floor and slowly, carefully stood. 

“Selene! What was that for?! You could have hurt him.” 

“If he is to survive here Dawne he must learn our ways. He’ll need to learn respect and how to follow directions.” 

“You intend to keep him then? For what purpose? Or dare I not ask? You don't mean to place him in the cells, do you?” 

“The Pale Lady will decide his fate… But no. I do not intend to have him harvested.” 

“Harvested?” Jenna could feel Devon resisting the urge to look up at Selene.  

“Mother wants you in the audience room at high moon. May I suggest you refresh before then. I'm sure the walk from the front gate was longer than you remembered.”

Selene turned her attention to Devon. “Follow me.” 

Devon, head still down, replied. “Yes Mistress.” Devon kept his eyes focused on Selene’s boots avoiding the gaze of the few people he passed. Selene walked through the parlor into a foyer that fed into another large room with a massive double staircase with a wrought iron railing similar to the entry gate outside of town.. She reached the second floor landing and made her way to a set of twin doors of grey ashwood with carved lotuses high in the center of each filled with black enamel. They entered the room and Jenna saw a comfortably furnished sitting room with a sofa positioned in front of a fireplace that served that room and the one directly to its rear. She closed the doors behind them and said “Sit.” Devon did as he was told without a word. He watched Selene walk into the rear room through an ornate set of french doors. Moments later she returned with a cloth and a bowl. She placed them on a coffee table near the sofa and sat next to Devon. “Here. Let me see.” She grabbed his face by his jaw and examined the wound. She dipped the cloth into the liquid and cleaned the trickle of blood from his split lip. The cut closed and pain subsided to a weak throb. “Better?” She asked.

Devon nodded but didn’t speak. 

Selene sighed. “Dawne’s right you know. I shouldn’t have brought you here. It’s not safe for a human.” She paused sighing again. 

Jenna waited for an apology that wasn’t going to come. 

“I’m kind of making this up as I go along. I was informed you were innocent and that they planned to execute you anyway. Hmph. And they call us monsters. Claiming you was the only way to save you from them but I’m not sure this will be any better for you boy.” 

Devon forced the words in his mouth back down his throat. 

“There’s a bath drawn in the other room. Take off those clothes and wash up. I don’t want you offending the Pale Lady before I even have a chance to plead your case.” She stood and pointed toward the open french doors. “Go... and do not leave this room. Understood?”

Devon nodded.

Selene shook her head and watched him until he was clear from sight. 

Jenna saw they were in a lavish bed chamber. A massive curtained bed was the centerpiece of the room. There was an ornate desk with an open book on it and vanity with several silver brushes neatly arranged in front of the mirror. The fixtures rivaled those of the Gold spire. She watched as Devon looked toward the entry and then walked over to a massive armoire. Locked. Their gaze found a doorway on the opposite side of the room. Devon stepped toward it. The hardwood floors became marble. A richly accented tub waited with water steaming. The fragrance of scented oils filled the air. It was the most relaxed Jenna had felt since they began this journey. Her eyes found Devon looking into a wall of polished glass serving as a mirror. “I am kind of grimy,'' he thought. He stripped his clothes leaving them in a pile on the floor and immersed himself in the tub. Jenna could feel the heat work away the anxiety she had shared with him in the memory. The serenity of the scene wouldn’t last. Selene appeared from nowhere with a handful of clothes in her arms. 

“Here. Once you’re clean put these on. There is food in the other room. You will eat. We are expected to meet with Lady Radcliffe at high moon.”

Jenna could sense Devon’s embarrassment. She found his modesty amusing. Dragons aren’t bothered by nudity, their’s or anybody else’s. She knew he was waiting for Selene to leave the room before he exited the tub. Once she did, he dried and dressed. He found the Nightmistress sitting on the sofa. A plate of warm bread, hard cheeses and dried meats was set on the table. 

“Sit. Eat.” She commanded.

Devon nodded. 

“You may speak while we are here alone.” she said with a satisfied grin.

“Thank you mistress.” Devon said humbly. Jenna had never known the self assured and confident man she loved so much to be so insecure. He bit into a roll and washed it down with the juice Selene had poured for him in a glass. “Not juice.” he choked. “Wine”

“Do they not serve wine in Westport?”

“Not to those my age. I usually have to…” His voice trailed off.

“They’ll be none of that here boy. The laws of Sanguinar are harsh. Forget any ideas of such foolishness now, lest you find yourself in trouble you can’t be saved from.”

“Yes mistress.” Devon answered.

Selene eyed him suspiciously. “This is not going to be easy for either of us is it? Do as I say and I promise all will be ok. Fair?”

“Yes mistress.” 

Selene cleared the plates after their meal was finished. And the scene darkened.

Jenna inhaled forcefully filling her chest with air as the decor of Aliyeah’s bed chamber came into focus.

“What happened?” She asked, disoriented.

“I fell asleep.” Devon said with a smile.

“No. I mean what happened next? I want to see more. Please let me go back.” The young princess implored.

“Tomorrow perhaps.” For now I have some duties to attend to.

Jenna frowned and sulked.

“Tomorrow your grace. Promise.”

“Fine.” She stood in a huff. “Uncle?” She asked. “I’m confused. Was Selene cruel to you or kind. I couldn’t tell.”

Devon grinned. “Me either.”

"Guilty. The verdict is guilty." The Lord Magistrate announced. 

"The Figureheads are in agreement then?" Abba Gideon Benedict asked as he looked around the room. 

Devon followed his eyes as he met the gazes of the elders assembled in the room. The Lord Commander nodded his head. He was a confident man wearing polished armor cut with intricate swirls of flame emanating from the central sunburst on his chest. He is armed with a longsword, equally intricate with a large ruby set in the center of its matching sunburst design etched into the pommel. His short dark hair rested above a face with piercing dark eyes. His face was stoic. Unfeeling. He nodded in affirmation. 

“The vote is guilty... Abba Gideon, but should not the boy's age be considered? The crime is grave indeed but Magister Crowley speaks highly of the boy's talent. Could he not still be redeemed?" Devon found it odd to hear Justicar Marcus speak on his behalf. The High Justicar had always been the heavy hand of the council. He enforced the laws and Devon had certainly stretched the boundaries of a few. Nothing serious mind you, but he seemed to have a knack for getting into places he wasn't supposed to be. Marcus had removed him from those very places on several occasions, always a stern talk before returning him to the care of Magister Crowley. 

"I do not care that he is only twelve. He’s a murderer! We all agree on that fact and I demand justice!" screamed the mayor, his voice cracking with rage and sorrow. "My wife! What he did to my wife! A life for a life! He's man enough to kill, he's man enough to die!" Mayor Chadwick was a broken man. His normally cherubic round face was contorted with pain. He had hatred in his red swollen eyes and tears streamed uncontrollably. He spat as he spoke, shaking and pointing at the young accused. Devon felt terrible for the man, like he wanted to console him. He knew it was pointless however. No one believed him. Abba Gideon had found him in the Mayor's home leaning over the mayor's wife. Devon held the dagger and his hands were soaked with her blood. What else could he think? 

“Hells.” Devon thought, “I would have found me guilty.” He almost felt like he was. 

"Lord Mayor" Magister Crowley spoke in a calm soothing tone. "While it is true the boy has a bit of mischief in his blood, I refuse to believe him a killer. In fact, he is quite the dutiful young apprentice. He has always been a respectful student. Unfortunately, as his counsel I am forbidden from voting or...."  

"Enough Joan! I will hear no more. The verdict is decided, now to his fate. Execution! Yes, that is my will!” Mayor Chadwick was trembling. His anxious hands rolled and gripped together so tightly that his knuckles turned white.  

"I oppose such action!" A booming voice interjected. Chieftain Thorin of the Vella Plains had long been an ally to the Port, so much so he was given a seat amongst the figureheads, the first from the Barbarian Horde. He was also the father of Devon’s friend Gunther. He was the only father figure he had known. Devon couldn't bear to meet his eyes. He could feel his disappointment, sadness and anger washing over him as he spoke. "Exile. Yes. Exile the boy to the wild. Let the spirits decide if he lives." He turned toward Abba Gideon as if prompting him to speak. 

"Exile to the wild could prove to be a most prolonged and painful death good Chieftain. Would you really consider that a mercy? The boy would starve to death if he managed not to be eaten that long. Is that...." 

The room grew cold as if the morning sun had been stolen from the sky and all its warmth with it.  

“I believe this Council forgets the laws. He has claimed a life... now... his life is mine to claim." It was a woman's voice, emotionless and serious. It seemed to come from nowhere yet everywhere. Then she appeared as if born from the shadows.  

Devon heard stories, actually whispers about the Nightmistress. She is from Sanguinar, a village to the northeast also allied with the Port. The Sanguinari are a frightening folk, practitioners of blood magic. Legends say they even feed on the blood of others. It is said no one taken by the Nightmistress ever returns. Only those convicted of the most heinous crimes suffered that fate. Devon wondered, “Would they really...” 

"Nightmistress Selene Blacklotus, you honor us with your presence." Abba Gideon almost smirked. "I would ask you to defer your claim. I believe the Chieftain has motioned for us to consider exile." 

"Take him! Yes!" The mayor growled, "Do whatever it is your people do with murderers. Make it hurt. Make it last!" Mayor Chadwick was smiling maniacally. 

"Lady Blacklotus has a valid claim", Justicar Marcus announced. He looked sadly upon Devon and said, "Sorry child.", then quickly looked away. 

"You can't" gasped Magister Crowley. "He's but a boy Marcus!" She was a kindly middle-aged woman. Pleasant yet stern. Barely taller than 5 feet, the Magister had soft brown eyes that twinkled with wisdom. They surged with power now. 

Selene turned toward the magister and for the first time Devon was able to look directly at her. She was strikingly beautiful. Ink black hair framed her face and glowing blue eyes flashed malevolently above her high cheekbones. She seemed pale as if she had not once walked in the sunlight. She stared at Magister Crowley and he could feel a foreboding sense of dread creep into the room. It was like Death was breathing on everyone assembled as the hall grew colder still. He could see the figureheads becoming unsettled. Even Magister Crowley aswirl in magic took a step back. 

Chieftain Thorin leapt from his seat with his battle axe in hand and spit, "What witchcraft is this?" Selene turned to meet him. The Chieftain stood well over 6 feet, better than two heads taller than she. Muscular and wrapped in hides, he was an imposing man. The Nightmistress was unafraid. The Chief howled, “I won't let you have him creature. I'd sooner see him die by my axe before allowing you to take him!" 

"You would see him dead then. Is that your wish, Chieftain?" Selene had an almost sardonic drawl in her tone. "By all means, strike him down." She stepped to the side and motioned her hand offering him a clear path to the boy. "He deserves no less."  She all but goaded him. 

Devon could see the fury rising into the Chieftain's face. Crimson color replaced his plains born tan. He was panting as rage and anger filled him. "There are worse things than death woman! You are proof of that!"  

"Compliments will not alter the circumstances, good Chieftain. The Council of Figureheads have found him guilty by unanimous vote. His punishment now falls to me. It is my right by law and treaty to take him." 

"I did not agree to this priest!" The Chieftain scowled at Abba Gideon. 

Selene turned her head toward Abba Gideon almost inquisitively and her eyes glowed bluer still. It was midsummer yet the room was cold as a winter's eve. The Nightmistress spoke, "He's better off with me." She turned her head back to look at the Chieftain and spoke softly, her eyes sparkling ice blue, "You must trust me Thorin. If you care for the boy at all you will not challenge my claim." 

"Yes, trust her barbarian! Trust she will bleed him dry! Take him and be gone!" wailed the mayor. 

Thorin raised his axe and swung hard at the table. It splintered under the mighty blow streaming wood shards about the room. He shoved past Abba Gideon and headed for the double doors. He ignored the handles smashing the oaken panels as well. Pieces of door blew past the archway of the main hall and landed in the road. The guards posted outside were forced to dive for cover. They scrambled to regain their feet and reached for their swords. The Chieftain roared in anger, then stormed off to his horses.

"If there are no further objections..." The Nightmistress turned her attention to Magister Crowley. 

The Magister held a hand in front of her mouth. She had begun to tremor. Devon knew she worried about him but this show of emotion was unusual for the pragmatic mentor who had been teaching him the arcane arts. "If he is ill-treated..." Her voice cracked and she paused. She steadied herself and continued, "His blood is pure Selene. You must see it. You know it to be true." 

The Nightmistress stared back at Magister Crowley, the eerie glow in her eyes fading before she broke away. The room seemed to warm. Justicar Marcus had shackles in his hand. 

"I'll iron the boy Lady." he said in a low tone. 

"Unnecessary Marcus. You will not run, will you child?" She looked at him. Stern Serious. Deadly. 

"No ma'am, err, Lady... I mean Mistress." Devon lowered his head and stared at the floor. 

"It's good to see a young one taught manners. You do Magister Crowley much honor.”

“Thank you Mistress.” Devon responded politely.

Selene grinned. “Have you no fear of me child? Do you know what the Sanguinari do with murderers?" 

"No Mistress. I'm not afraid." He lied as he fought to meet her eyes. They were the bluest of blue, like azure pools, calm and comforting. "Magister Crowley would expect no less of me. And I cannot pretend to know the customs of Sanguinar." 

“You 'll learn both soon enough. Say your goodbyes child, it may be your last opportunity to make peace with these ... people."  

Magister Crowley hurried over and hugged him. His face was full of emotion as if he wanted to cry. Contrary to what he had said to the Nightmistress, he was terrified. Devon knew she could protect him, save him from whatever horrible fate awaited him. She was a powerful mage. Would she really let this happen? The Magister looked at him, her eyes sad like a mother losing her son to some incurable illness and said "Go Devon. You'll be fine." It was the first time he had ever heard her lie to him. Devon turned toward the door and walked. Outside Gunther was pacing. He was nearly as enraged as the Chieftain, who had already unhitched their horses and looked ready to leave the Port for the plains.

"You're no killer Devon. I don't believe it." he growled "Father promised... He said you wouldn't be..."

Devon stopped him. "You're a good friend Gunther. I'll miss you."

Abba Gideon walked past the two boys announcing, "That’s enough Gunther. These proceedings are concluded. Your father is waiting.”

Jarath walked over and hugged his friend. The two youths had always been close, having similar upbringing in local institutions. Jarath was given to the church whereas Devon had been taken in by the academy of magic. They were like brothers. He let his condemned friend go and said, "You'll be back brother. I feel it. Heironeous will see justice done." 

"Unlikely.” Abba Gideon interrupted. “Justice and duty have already been served my boy. All that remains is sacrifice.", he said with a smug grin. “Back to the church with you.” 

Jarath looked at Abba Gideon then back to his friend, "Blessings upon you and may the Archpaladin protect you." He turned away, making for the temple he called home. 

Stallac had been posted at the door. He was in training with the town militia and was under the command of the Lord Commander. He broke away from his post and said, "I'll find the real killer. We'll come for you. Just hold fast." He grabbed Devon’s forearm and Devon his, a show of the respect and friendship they shared. 

Devon looked around. “What would happen now?” He thought to himself. Then his eyes found Holly. The two had met at the academy of magic. They had spent so much time together they seemed inseparable. He knew she liked him. He felt like he was falling in love with her. They had been out that night walking. Broke curfew....his head ached and the memories faded. Where did Holly go that night? How did he get the blood on himself? His head swam and he began to feel nauseous. Holly must have seen him turning color and yelled... 

"Devon!" She ran over and he fell into her arms. She pleaded with Selene, "He's not well. Let him rest before you go. One day. Just one day." Tears flooded her face. Her gentle brown eyes were bloodshot and her long brown hair was twisted and matted. She had been nervously twirling and knotting it while she waited to hear news of the trial. 

A rough grab straightened him up. "He's fine" Selene scolded as the air grew chill.

Magister Crowley saw the exchange and walked over slowly, staring at the Nightmistress. She grabbed Holly by the hand and backed her away. The young girl was crying again. Magister Crowley was mouthing words, an incantation of arcane power. Devon knew it was a protection enchantment. She meant to fight. He decided he needed to go now before someone else was hurt because of him. He felt as if he had done enough harm. 

Devon turned to Selene and calmly said, "I'm ready." She looked at Magister Crowley and tightened her grip on the back of his neck. He could feel sharp talons press against his skin but they did not cut. He mouthed goodbye to Holly who was near hysterical. Suddenly the street faded. In an instant they were drowning in shadows. The world had gone black. 

Holly collapsed crying, screaming. It was all the Magister could do to get her to her feet.  

 "Well stop standing there with your mouth open catching flies boy." She called to Stallac. "Help me get her home."  

"I....my post...the Lord Commander...." The Lord Commander put his hand on his shoulder and just nodded. He rushed over and grabbed her. She was sobbing. Barely breathing. All she could say was no. They were going to have to carry her back to the tower. It wasn’t a far walk. The tower stood a short distance away from the court house. But Stallac was with the Magister and the most powerful magic user in the Port had no intention of walking anywhere. As soon as he had Holly steady, Magister Crowley spoke words that he couldn't understand. In a flash, they were in a bedroom. 

"Sona." the Magister said as she placed her hand on Holly's forehead. The sobbing stopped and she seemed to go limp in his arms. "Lay her in the bed boy. She'll sleep for a while. She is going to need the rest." 

As Stallac placed her on the bed, he could hear her sniffle as she slept. Even through the power of the spell she was under, her grief caused her to fidget. The look of sadness on the Magister's face echoed what they all were feeling. 

"Thank you Stallac" she said quietly. "You'll need to return to the Lord Commander. I’m sure he has work for you."  

"Work? Oh of course Magister. Yes Ma'am." He hurried down the spiral stairwell and left the tower taking the short run back to the courthouse and the Lord Commander.

Devon felt cold, like he couldn't breathe. It seemed to go on forever before light began to break through the darkness. He pushed his head forward gasping for breath as if he had been under water too long and now, just barely managed to break the surface. Devon fell to his knees choking. The ground was cold and the earth dark. As his eyes cleared, he could see they weren't in the Port anymore. He regained his footing and stood. Looking around he saw that they had arrived at the edge of a graveyard. Directly before them was an enormous black iron gate attached to a long stone wall that snaked on both sides of the entry. 

Selene paused for a moment lowering her gaze. Her voice was firm, "Stay close. Welcome to Sanguinar."