Changed By Fire (Book 3) (21 page)

She started down. As Tan followed, he realized Roine had stopped breathing.

His heart lurched. He shaped air, copying the shaping his mother had made, allowing him to lift Roine more easily. Taking the warrior from Cianna, he pushed past her down the stairs, running into the tunnel. Without the shapers lantern, he relied on the soft glow coming from Cianna’s shaping to guide them.

How far had it been before he saw the nymid? Would they be strong enough to restore him? Would they be willing to?

The tunnel branched and he knew he was close. Cianna ran behind him, not saying anything. There was nothing she could say that would help. Not with Roine dead.

As Tan reached the green-tinted water, a massive shaping built. He hesitated, turning to see what Cianna was doing, but it wasn’t her. This was different. Earth and water mixed together. A touch of wind added to it. No fire.

The shaping eased, released into the tunnel. As it did, someone stood before him.

“Lacertin?”

He glanced from Tan to Roine, his eyes wide. A deep gash marked one cheek. Part of his hair had been burned off. A fresh scar worked across an exposed arm. “Tan—whatever you’re planning, you need to stop.”

Tan frowned at Lacertin. “It’s Roine. Theondar. He needs healing.”

Lacertin narrowed his eyes as he studied the water. “You can’t do that. Not here.”

“If I don’t, he’s dead.”

A water shaping washed out from Lacertin. It flowed over Roine, touching briefly on Tan. A troubled look came to Roine’s eyes. “He’s already dead. And if you do what you intend, the rest of us are, too.”

Tan let the wind shaping ease, lowering Roine to the ground. After it did, he turned to Lacertin. “What’s going on? Why don’t you want me to help Roine?”

Lacertin glanced behind him down the tunnel, toward the archives and not the palace. “I don’t care about Theondar. He would do the same if it were me.”

Tan snorted. “I know you don’t care about him. Whatever happened between the two of you is in the past. You can’t hold that against him anymore.”

Lacertin blinked slowly. “It has nothing to do with what happened in the past. What’s happening now is what matters.” He took a step toward Tan. “Haven’t you noticed something about this place? You of all people should have recognized the uniqueness.”

“I’ve noticed only that my friends were captured. My mother. Cianna. Roine. Amia. And now you want to stop me from helping him.” He sent Roine into the water with a shaping of air.

Lacertin lunged for Roine but missed.

Nymid! Restore him. Help us face Twisted Fire.

Tan hoped the nymid would forgive him for demanding and not asking, but Roine didn’t have time for the delicate dance of courtesy.

Lacertin started into the water and reached for Roine.

Tan pushed him back, pulling from the wind blowing through the tunnel and summoning some of the strength of ara to infuse his shaping.

Lacertin spun. “You don’t know what you’re doing, Tan.”

“Maybe not. But I will help my friend.”

Lacertin let out a harsh breath. “No. You have called on the water elemental. And now all have been summoned.”

T
an frowned at Lacertin
. “Summoned? What do you mean they have been summoned?”

But he knew. He had used earth to bind the First Mother, to hold her in place. Wind to help his mother. Fire to heal Cianna. And now water.

All the elementals were here. Just like in the place of convergence.

Fear washed over him. “What is this place, Lacertin?” he asked, suddenly uncertain. Golud infused the stone. Nymid dripped with the water. Ara flowed easily here. And then Tan, with his connection to the draasin.

If the elementals were here, he could draw spirit, the same as he had at the place of convergence. He didn’t want to draw spirit, but another might. The lisincend.

“They knew? They knew about this place?”

Lacertin shook his head. “None knew. I don’t even think the archivists knew.”

“Then who?”

Cianna stepped forward. “What’s going on here, Lacertin?”

Lacertin stared at Tan. “You know what this place is?”

“This is a place of convergence, like the one in the mountains I destroyed.”

His eyes narrowed. “You destroyed a place of power? Such places can
be
destroyed?”

“I don’t know if they can. I asked the nymid to depart. Golud drew the wall down, caving in the mountain. Ara has always been fickle. I don’t know whether ara will stay away, but the draasin will not return there unless forced.”

Lacertin paced from side to side, reminding Tan of his mother. “Can the elementals be asked to leave here?”

The size of the tunnel was much greater than the cavern. The elemental power here would be even more than in the place of convergence.

He motioned toward the walls of the tunnel. “Golud infuses all of this. All this stone. It stretches into the archives.” He didn’t shift his gaze from the walls as he said. “It was why the archives didn’t burn when the draasin attacked.”

“Golud infuses the palace and parts of the university as well.”

“That’s much more than at the other place of convergence. If the nymid flow through the stone elsewhere as they do here, there would be—” he tried thinking of the size. “—more than in the lake there. And ara?”

“You understand my concern.”

Cianna addressed Lacertin. “What do the lisincend think to gain from this?”

Lacertin answered. “That’s just it. The lisincend can gain nothing.”

“Why are they here?”

A quick shaping built, sharp and powerful. Tan had never felt anything like it before.

“Because I summoned them.”

Tan spun. Standing in front of him was King Althem. He was dressed in simple navy pants with a jacket hanging slightly open over his chest, revealing a silver pendant in the shape of a star with a circle around it. The rune for spirit. A rune-covered sword hung at his waist.

Lacertin stepped past Tan but did not kneel before the king. “Althem. Your father would be disappointed in what you’ve become.”

The king snorted, sneering at Lacertin. “My father wasn’t strong enough to recognize my potential.”

Lacertin unsheathed his sword. The runes along the blade glowed.

“Lacertin! He’s still shaped,” Tan said, stepping in front of the king. If he attacked the king, there would be no way Lacertin could return to the kingdoms.

Lacertin fixed Althem with a hard expression. “He’s not shaped. He’s never been shaped.”

“But the archivists. They’re spirit shapers…” Then he trailed off, suddenly understanding what Lacertin meant.

The king had attended the university. None knew if he had any shaping ability. Tan assumed it had been because he had none. But what if there was a different answer? What if the king could shape spirit to hide his abilities?

It meant the archivists had not shaped him. It meant whatever shaping Amia had thought she found wrapped around the king’s mind had been faked.

“He’s a spirit shaper?” Tan whispered.

The king drew a short bladed sword from its sheath. The runes along the blade glowed just as Lacertin’s did. The warrior stood frozen in place, as if unable to move.

The king had shaped him.

“Tannen Minden. The first warrior shaper in centuries.” He smiled at Tan, ignoring Lacertin. “And one with a particularly useful set of skills.”

Everything started coming together for him.

Could Ethea be a place of convergence? How was that possible? Such places were said to be hidden, difficult to find—except the archivists had easily found the place in the mountains. And Tan had found it several times. Could spirit be the key?

If Ethea were a place of convergence, it meant spirit could be drawn to it. Given the sheer size of the tunnels, the amount of liquid spirit that could be drawn here with the help of the elementals would be massive. Amia had once called the pool of spirit in the mountains a drop of the Great Mother. How much would collect here?

Without fire elementals, none would come.

The draasin had come before, but the kingdom shapers had chased them away. Now Asboel came again, seeking revenge on Twisted Fire.

Panic surged through him.
Asboel! Stay away!

The sending failed. The connection was there, but he couldn’t reach the draasin, not as he should be able.

He tried again.
This is a place of the Mother. It is a trap!

Again the sending failed.

He looked at the king. A dark smile twisted his mouth.

“Had the lisincend become a fire elemental, they would have served my purpose, but they do not have the necessary power. Fire still controls them.” His smile widened. “I would thank you for that piece of understanding, Tannen. I thought you might serve better than the lisincend, but, alas, that was not meant to be. But had it not been for you—for your near transformation—I’m not sure we would have understood quite how fire controls the shaper following a transformation. As much as they try, they will never be able to serve fire as elementals. But the draasin…”

Tan glanced to Lacertin. A pained look on his face told Tan how he had battled the shaping and failed.

The king continued. “The draasin have returned. I sent Theondar to find the artifact. I never expected the draasin. Finding them was quite fortuitous.”

Tan realized that a shaping worked over him as the king spoke. It was subtle and snaked its way into his mind, pushing past any barrier he could form. Like the one placed on him by the First Mother, this shaping blocked him from reaching the draasin and the other elementals.

He focused on his breathing. He could get past the shaping, but he had to form his own shaping of spirit. While doing it, he needed to distract the king.

“How can you shape spirit?”

The king snorted. “So little understanding of history. Disappointing that Zephra and Grethan didn’t teach you better.”

Anger surged through him at the mention of his father’s name. His father had died in service of this king. His mother had nearly died. And for what? He still didn’t know what the king intended to do with the place of convergence. If he succeeded in calling spirit, what did he intend?

“They taught me enough.”

“Apparently not. Look at you. Standing and waiting. Once the draasin arrives, the summoning will be complete. And then I will draw upon spirit in a way that hasn’t been attempted in over one thousand years.”

“That’s all this is about? Power?”

The king snorted. “I thought you understood. Haven’t you touched spirit yourself, Tannen? Would you not return to that understanding, that
control
, if you could?”

Tan remembered the pull when he’d been in the pool of liquid spirit. The sense of understanding that worked through him. In that time, he’d felt closer to Amia than ever. He had freed the youngest of the draasin, had saved Amia. With enough time, he could have done
anything
.

But such power was not meant for him. He knew that. He was no elemental, not like Asboel, yet the king thought to claim that power for himself.

“The First Mother. Who is she to you?”

“She was nothing to me. But Jishun—he was a teacher. A mentor. From what I gather, he learned much from the First Mother. When he learned about my ability with spirit, he eagerly offered to teach, except there was only so much he was willing to try. When my skills exceeded his, he thought to restrain me.” The dark smile returned to his face. “Instead, it was my turn to teach the lesson.”

“You sent Jishun to die?”

“I sent Jishun to
serve
.”

“You knew what would happen. How the fire shaper would use him.”

“Him or your Aeta. Either way, a test. Incendin has plotted for nearly a century. They have sought the elemental power of fire, never quite reaching their goal. It is what led me to wonder what might happen with an infusion of spirit? Of course, I couldn’t let Incendin acquire such power—at least, not until I had a way of controlling it.”

The artifact. That was why the king wanted it. And now Tan understood why the king wanted Jishun to have the artifact. He
wanted
to create the twisted lisincend.

Tan pushed with his shaping, forming it together. The king’s spirit shaping was different than the First Mother’s. It wrapped around his mind, trying to press into his thoughts, working to blend them together. With enough time, Tan doubted he would know which thoughts were his and which were shaped upon him.

He added an extra infusion of water shaping. Had he not been so near the nymid, he wouldn’t have the strength for what he needed. But the nymid were close. All he needed was to reach them… to have the nymid add their water shaping to the shaping he created.

The king’s shaping built with sharp pressure, assaulting him with its power.

Tan grabbed his head. The shaping slipped over him, pressing down into his mind. He felt it mingling with his thoughts, burning through his brain the way fire had changed him. This time, he was being changed by the king’s spirit shaping.

He screamed.

The king laughed.

“You are powerful. Much longer and you might have succeeded, Tannen. I admit I was surprised you managed to escape the First Mother’s shaping. When I instructed her not to shape you too profoundly, I expected I would have to coerce you more myself. Instead—” He stood defiantly. “Instead, you have done everything I needed of you anyway. Once the draasin arrive—and I am fully aware that your friend is coming—I will have all I need to draw forth spirit.”

Thoughts and ideas flashed through his mind, but how many of them were his? How much of it was shaped by the king? “The draasin will not help,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Are you so certain? Haven’t you already drawn their fire?” The king glanced at Cianna. “You used fire in your healing. I
feel
it within her mind. Once they reach the city, I already have the anchor I need. You have done everything I need of you.”

The shaping working through his mind burned. Tan gritted his teeth. “Then why keep me alive?”

“Because I can’t speak to the elementals. Not yet. Once I draw upon spirit with this—” He pulled the artifact from a hidden pocket. The faint light of the tunnel caught off the silver surface, gleaming softly. “I will be able to control the elementals.”

The king knew how to use the artifact. And once he did, what would happen to Tan? To the elementals?

His friends could not help. Lacertin stood motionless, like a mindless soldier waiting for instructions. Cianna crouched behind the king.

And the king watched Tan. Waiting for the shaping to take hold.

Another shaping built. This came from a different direction, not from the king himself. What shaping would the king need another to create? What purpose would he have when he was a warrior too, able to shape all the elemental powers himself?

Tan felt the shaping work over him. Hope swelled in him.

He recognized the shaping, recognized the way it felt as it worked over him, washing through his mind. Amia. She had shaped him before, had used her ability to unintentionally force him to protect her. And now she worked to protect him.

A struggle began for control of his mind.

The king paused, head swiveling as he searched for Amia.

Tan needed to distract him. Wherever she was, she needed to concentrate, to have the time needed to free his mind.

He reached for Roine’s sword and pulled it from where he had it sheathed along his waist. With sword in hand, he lunged toward the king.

Lacertin twisted, catching it. He swung his sword, bringing it around in an arc toward Tan’s head.

Tan ducked and brought the sword in front of him to block, pushing Lacertin back. Unlike the warrior’s sword, the runes in Tan’s didn’t glow. “Don’t do this, Lacertin. Don’t let him control you!”

The king roared. “You think he can simply
choose
freedom?”

The shaping pressed deeper into Tan’s mind. He screamed again, working against it.

This time, he drew from deep within him. The shaping sought to obstruct him, but Tan pushed, pulling all the elements together as he had when shaping spirit. The combination granted him a sort of strength. Tan pulled this through him, starting from deep within his chest and pushing toward his mind.

A strange thing happened: the runes began glowing on Roine’s sword and the power of his shaping built, as if augmented by the weapon.

Tan drew more of the shapings through him, mingling them to create a shaping of spirit. It grew, building, pushing against whatever the king had done to him.

Amia’s shaping helped, weakening the shaping enough that Tan could push against it.

For a moment, his mind freed. Then the king pushed with more strength, driving his shaping back down through Tan, but that moment had been enough.

The nymid and ara added strength to his shaping. Asboel clawed through his mind, recognizing what had happened. Golud rumbled beneath his feet. All this strength added to his shaping, combining together.

Spirit surged out of him, unguided, destroying the king’s shaping.

The king stumbled.

Tan turned the spirit toward Lacertin.
Amia… help guide this.

Through their shaped connection, he felt her reach toward him, pushing through and controlling the shaping of spirit. It worked through Lacertin, pulling from him the spirit shaping the king had placed on him. He turned to Cianna and did the same.