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Magic. But what kind?
I had never seen magic such as this.
“Who is there?” the shade’s voice hissed alongside the sounds of shifting and gasping inside the wagon.
“It’s not a snake,” one of the women whispered, the wagon shifting again as I was sure she moved to the back of the wagon. “I know their voices. Who are you?”
I opened my mouth, suddenly tongue tied at what to tell them. Usually I would say Jack, but that part of my life was gone. The Wanderer. The Fae killer. It was all in the past.
I, however, was not. I was in this time, and I wanted Dalyah to know exactly who was coming for her.
“Caspyn, Light Bringer,” I said for the first time. I expected the buzz of fury to rush through me the same as it had every time I heard the title from Ryndle, and from Vaelar before. It hit differently. It burned through me like light.
As though it was true.
“Well, Caspyn Light Bringer, mind getting us out of here,” the deep voice of the shade filtered through the wood and I stepped closer.
“I would, but there is no door.”
“What?” The question rattled through the wood as I stood there, the protests loud enough that I was sure someone would come running. Instinctively, my hand swung to my back, to the blade there.
“There is no door.” I repeated in a low hiss, continuing before they could ask me more ridiculous questions. Ridiculous questions, for ridiculous situations. I didn’t understand what I was looking at, but the perfect plan I had so recently formulated needed to change.
“Where is the Shade they brought to the wagon?”
“I’m here,” the same voice as before growled. The wagon rocked as he once again shoved shoulder into the wood.
Had he not heard that there is no door, or did he simply assume he could break his way through a solid slat of wood? The fool.
“Let me out, Light Bringer!” he roared, the wagon rocking as he slammed into it again.
“Calm down, you fool,” I hissed, shifting myself closer to the shadows, angling toward where the snakes had vanished. I would like to be warned of attackers lest they come back, which they could with how this idiot was screaming.
“Then let me out! I have to save her!”
“I cannot,” I slid my blade from its sheath, sure I had heard something approaching. “But perhaps I can save her for you. The Princess Elara?”
The second I said her name he settled, the violent rocking of the wagon slowing to nothing.
“What are they planning for her?” I asked.
“I have no idea, but they have tried to kill her many times before.” His voice was pained and I cringed, thinking of all the blood that covered her. “I have to reach her or this time they may be successful.”
The way he spoke made that seem like a real possibility.
“I will find her.” I promised, not even a hint of regret ebbing in my voice. “But first, tell me, I need to know, is she strong? Strong enough to kill the queen.”
I was well aware the others could hear me, but I didn’t care. I had come all this way, I had spent all my life for this. If I was going to risk my life for this I needed to be sure.
“She is. If she can break the bind, she is.” I had no idea what that meant, but it was all I needed to hear. She was strong enough. Together, we would be victorious.
I could change everything. The queen would see her end before she enacted her plan, before all of the Catalysts met their end.
I could save Lily.
I could save them all.
“Then I will save her.” Save her from whatever they have planned for her, and then together we will face the queen. It was up to fate what would happen after that.
