A World Apart (41 page)

"Come over to the window, Jake."  Tomaris replied, stopping to pick up a crystal from a shelf, then headed to the window.  When Jake came up next to him, he held the crystal in the sunlight, a rainbow of colors appearing on the window shelf.  "The magic you wield comes from the same source as the clerics.  You borrow, in a way, your power from the Light.  Consider these colors.  They come from the same light, yet each is different in its way."

"I understand that."  Jake interjected.  "I learned in my science classes that what we see as visible light is actually made up of various wavelengths of light.  The red,..." he said as he pointed to the red area of the rainbow "...its wavelength is longer, while the blue has a shorter wavelength.  Our eyes are simply not designed to differentiate the separate wavelengths."

"Since the source is the Light, they both provide defense against the demons' dark power."  Tomaris said, smiling at Jake's explanation.  "But the clerics' power is focused on healing.  Yours is not of the same...'wavelength' you called it. It does not seem to have healing properties like the clerics'.  I will have to give it more thought, but your power seems to be in direct opposition to the demons'.  If that is the case, as you grow stronger, it should be more effective against our enemies than a cleric with similar power."

He paused, looking Jake in the eyes.  "But always remember that you are also a mortal and physical being.  Your body was not originally created to channel this power.  Since it comes from the same Creator that made you, it does not do lasting harm, but it is a stressor on the body.  The more you use, the more stress on the body.  That is why you passed out after your first use in the woods.  The sudden use simply overwhelmed your body, which was not prepared for using such might."

Tomaris continued.  "Now that you have conscious control of it, if you are simply holding it or using it in short bursts, you will probably not notice.  But if you have to use it continuously and in large amounts, you will find that the body will eventually tire and weaken.  As the body weakens, your ability to use the power will also weaken."  He gave Jake a reassuring smile.  "Fortunately, those effects are usually remedied by sleep.  According to his letter, our friend Jonas found that out when he was forced to use more power than he had previously, during and after the battle in the city."

"You can release the power now, Jake."  Tomaris said.  "You should go rest and relax.  Tomorrow, we will begin to explore its uses."

Jake released the power, said good-night to Tomaris and headed to his room.  Dominic was not in his room when Jake arrived, so he went out to enjoy the late afternoon on the balcony.  As he sat there, he would call up and release the power.  So focused on the sensations that the power caused, he did not realize that Dominic had come into his room until he spoke.

"Playing, I see."  Dominic said from behind him.  Startled, Jake turned to face him.  "You remind me of a young soldier who received his sword for the first time.  I have seen them drawing it over and over again, just to see and feel it."  He looked at Jake, eyes serious.  "This power is not a plaything, boy.  It is a weapon to be used when needed.  I hope you understand that."

Jake released his magic, flushing with embarrassment from Dominic's words.  "I understand, Dominic.  I was simply practicing calling it up."

"Leave over for now."  Dominic replied, making a dismissing gesture with his hand.  "We are invited to join Moshanna for the evening meal with his officers.  Wash up and we'll go."

As he had said, Tomaris began to instruct Jake on how to use his magic in their next session.  He started on how to defend against attacks.  "Holding the power provides a defense in itself.  It will deflect the demons' power, but not as effectively as when you focus it to specifically repel the attack."

He reached over and tapped Jake's breastplate.  "Think of it as your armor.  Just wearing it gives you protection.  But if an arrow is coming towards your front, your armor may or may not stop it, depending on its weight and the force behind it.  But what if you could, with a thought, bring more of the armor from the back of your breastplate to the front, or increase the angle of the metal?  You could make sure that the arrow is deflected or does not penetrate."

"Your power is the same.  By focusing it, shaping its use, it becomes more effective."  He continued.  "The use of the power is a matter of thought.  If you are being attacked, you focus it to defend against that attack.  You may encounter some of our enemies that have enough power to overwhelm yours if it is not focused."

Tomaris had Jake imagine a demon was attacking him from the front.  "Its power is coming for you."  He said softly.  "You want to defend against it.  Think about your magic strengthening in front of you."

Jake concentrated, following Tomaris' instruction.  As he watched, his aura seemed to brighten slightly.  That was all that seemed to happen.  He looked over at Tomaris.  "Was that it?"

"Yes, child."  Tomaris said, pleased with what he saw.  "It may not look like much, but that proved that you can control it.  As you progress, you will see that this was a good first step.  Do not expect to be a master of it within a few days.  Try it again."

As Jake again focused his power to defend, Tomaris suddenly picked up and threw a small piece of rock that was on the table at Jake.  It pinged off of his breastplate, falling to the floor.  Jake's power winked out as it took him by surprise.  "What was that about?"  He demanded.

"One of the reasons I am having you continue training with Dominic is that this power is only of use against the demons or the minions corrupted by their evil power."  Tomaris said.  "As you just saw, it will not stop ordinary objects.  I told you it was not of the physical world."

He smiled at Jake as he came over and picked up the rock.  "Enough for the day.  Go rest.  I will see you tomorrow."

In their training sessions, Dominic continued to press Jake.  Jake was getting better at defending, so his bruises were becoming less, but was still not able to successfully land his own attacks.  When his duties did not require his presence, Deepwood would often sit and observe, offering some advice along with Dominic's.  Dominic did not seem to mind this, which struck Jake as odd, knowing that Dominic had his own ideas about things.  He asked him about it after one session.

"You should listen to Moshanna; he has some good advice."  Dominic said as he put away the practice swords.  "He is a professional and competent soldier.  I have had some discussions with him and his men, who all claim he is a great swordsman, so I have a sense of his abilities."  He gave a slight smile.  "I will tell you privately if I disagree with him."

Like in Sanduas, groups of Deepwood's soldiers would observe Jake's training at a respectful distance.  After Dominic and Deepwood had a discussion about it at one of their meals, Deepwood began to task some of his soldiers to come to the training to spar with Jake.  Jake found these exciting, especially with the additional padding and armor absorbing most of the blows rather than his body, since he knew he had a better chance against them than Dominic.  He did not win many at first, but gradually began to hold his own.

He also continued to get better control of his magic.  Tomaris began to instruct him on using it as a weapon.  He had him practice attacking imaginary demons around his study.  Jake would release bolts of blue fire at various objects, the bolts doing no damage to anything.

"It doesn't seem to do much."  He muttered, hoping for more.

"As I told you before, that is because the demons' power is not present.  It will only harm someone under a demon's dominion.  Here…" Tomaris said, pointing at his chest "…attack me as if I were a demon.  Trust me, child, you cannot do any harm."

Jake sent his magic out as he had been taught.  It surrounded Tomaris, who simply stared back, smiling.  Seeing that it was as Tomaris said, Jake dropped the attack.  "Why is that?"  He asked.

"Because we are all creatures of the Light."  Tomaris replied.  "Therefore, the Light cannot harm those not of the Darkness."

"However, you can use it to block other magics, such as the clerics.  Try and defend against this, Jake."  Jake focused on using it for defense when Tomaris gestured towards him.  He felt something press against his power, then slide off like a raindrop on a windshield.

"You see."  Tomaris said.  "There was no damage done, since they were not in opposition.  Try and attack me again."

Jake sent a bolt of power towards Tomaris.  He watched as the bolt flowed around Tomaris, not touching him.

Jake was curious on how Tomaris did the things he did.  He had never seen an aura around him.  When he asked, Tomaris simply smiled and said.  "We all have our secrets, Jake."

...

A few days later, as he was heading down to eat dinner, the messenger Tomaris sent to Sanduas returned.  Both Tomaris and Dominic received parchments closed with the seal of the Temple.  Jake was pleased when the messenger produced two letters for him, from Madalin and Hailyn.  He took them with him to the barrack's dining hall.

He got his food and sat down with Dominic and Deepwood.  After shoveling in a few bites, he took out his letters and opened Madalin's first.  She let him know that both she and Norlan were glad that he was safe, as well as how they missed him.  Cherise was improving daily and his friends at the smithy sent their best.  She asked that Jake write her as often as he could, so she would not worry about him.

Hailyn's letter also expressed her happiness that he was safe and doing well.  She informed him that Jonas told her that she was close to taking her final tests as an apprentice.  She closed with a request for more letters and a line that caught his attention.  "I miss our rides together.  Please come back to me as soon as you can."

He was sitting there, lost in thought as he mulled that over, when Dominic suddenly flicked him on the head with his finger, hard.  He gave a little yelp and started from that, grabbing his head.  "Are you still here, boy?"  Dominic growled.  "Moshanna asked you a question."

Rubbing his head, Jake glared at Dominic for a moment, who simply smiled at that, then turned to Deepwood.  "I'm sorry, Captain Deepwood.  What was your question?"

"I was speaking to Dominic about going into Numaria tomorrow."  Deepwood responded, a sympathetic smile on his face.  "I want to check on my men stationed there.  I asked if you wanted to go along.  I will speak with Tomaris, if you like."

"That would be great, Captain Deepwood."  Jake said, the pain forgotten for a moment.  "It would be nice to get out for a day."

"We will leave after the morning meal."  Deepwood said, standing.  "I will have my stablehands have your horses ready."

The next morning, as the group was preparing to leave, Jake was glad to be back on Dontas' back, looking forward to a ride.  Dontas was anxious to be out as well, shifting and stomping his hooves; Jake controlling him with short tugs on the reins.  Along with Dominic and Captain Deepwood, ten soldiers were accompanying them.

Soon, all were ready and they rode through the tunnel to the main hall, then out of the entrance towards the garden.  Jake could see several people were in the garden, taking in the morning light.  He had gone to the garden several times, the lush greens and other colors refreshing after being surrounded by the gray stone of the Keep.  He had found them peaceful and restful, lying on the grass, staring up at the sky and stars.

They passed out of the main gate, Deepwood returning the salutes of the soldiers stationed there, and picked up the pace.  Jake took in the surroundings as they rode.  The tall evergreen trees that grew on the mountains contrasted with the gray stones and the blue sky.  He saw birds winging between trees, hearing bits of their songs through the rumble of the horses' hooves.  The road made several curves, then straightened out.

After several miles, the terrain began to change as they rode into the foothills.  The evergreens gave way to a variety of deciduous trees lining the hills.  On the horizon beyond the hills, Jake could just make out the open grasslands of northern Sanduas and southern Beragan.  They rode through the hills, passing other travelers on the road, including a couple of large slow-moving flatbed wagons, pulled by teams of eight to ten horses, loaded with fallen trees, and finally reached Numaria.

Numaria was a medium-sized stone-walled town, situated at the foot of the hills, facing out towards the grasslands.  Jake saw that it was a lively place, with a lot of hustle and bustle going on.  Down the road from the town was a large area, surrounded by a tall wooden fence, where the wagons carrying the trees were headed.  He asked Deepwood about it.

"It is the lumber yard and sales area."  He replied.  "Logging is a big business here, with the finished lumber shipped off to the various cities.  My soldiers are here to help the locals deal with the influx of wagon teams, loggers and the merchants who buy the wood.  Add alcohol from the taverns and their disagreements can get out of hand."

They rode up to the town gates, greeted by the soldiers standing with what Deepwood identified as the town watch.  Jake noticed that the men in the town watch wore matching brown leather jerkins and pants, carrying daggers on their belts and cudgels on their shoulders.  They seemed a rough bunch compared to Deepwood's polished soldiers.

After a quick conversation with the soldiers and town watch, they continued on into the town, passing slowly through the crowded streets.

...

Martis was standing outside a tavern, watching the crowd passing by.  He had been in this miserable town for several weeks now, not sure what to do.  He had been shaken by the sudden disappearance of the demon, but could not decide his next course.  He and his men had not heard of anyone who had seen the boy pass through.  He had heard some say that a boy like that was at the Keep, but he could not confirm it was the boy they were looking for.  Unsure if or when the demon would suddenly reappear, he knew he needed proof before he left this place.