Exiles From The Sacred Land (Book 2) (26 page)

The first light of morning on Rennon’s face woke him from his deep slumber. He felt a sickly, sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He had been up well into the night, curing the afflicted persons put before him in the ruined great hall. He felt sick because he could admit to himself that he had no idea what he was doing. The afflicted seemed to be cured, but the taint that he could see with his mind—what was it? Pain, a possession of spirits, some kind of dark magic? What if his cure backfired and all the pain came back? He heard someone come to his door.

“Rennon.” It was Deylia. “Are you awake yet?” She spoke softly in case he was still sleeping. “I brought you breakfast.”

“I am awake, Deylia,” he responded, “but I don’t feel much like eating.”

“You might after you smell the food.”

“All right, bring it in.”

Deylia brought in a tray with fruit, eggs, bacon, and sausage.

Deylia was right; as soon as he smelled the food, he was hungry. He dug into the eggs first. “Where did this food come from? These people were all sick yesterday.”

“Theosus has it brought in every week. Some of the people here help take care of the rest. I met a few of them. They are all the nicest people. Of course, they all adore you now.”

“For what?” he said between mouthfuls of eggs. “I didn’t even know what I was doing. Everyone cured today may be just as ill tomorrow.”

“If it does come back, we will deal with it then.” She spun around, letting her hair fan out. “I have not felt so good in so long. It’s a miracle.”

“I would watch it with the miracle talk. You are going to get me into trouble.”

“It’s too late. That’s already what they are saying.” She stopped to look Rennon in the eye. “I will be the first to let you know if I feel the effects of the illness again.”

There came a knock at the shabby door, followed by Theosus poking his head into the room. “I hope I am not disturbing you.”

“No, not at all. Please barge right in,” Rennon said.

“My apologies, but I wouldn’t have barged in if it was not urgent.”

Rennon took a bite of bacon. “You have certainly changed your demeanor overnight. No more aggressive orders?”

Theosus stepped into the room. “I only did what was necessary to help my people.”

Rennon scoffed. “Your people? Have you seen yourself lately?”

“There is no time for this foolishness, but yes, these are my people, whom I have sworn to protect as my race originally swore an oath to do. Now will you be quiet and let me talk?”

Rennon gestured with a nod.

“Good. I am not certain of your history knowledge, but I am sure you know the story of Isheza the Bold and General Brenlan Sythril, right?”

“Somewhat. Isheza the Bold was the last ruler of Ishrak because General Sythril had soothsayers curse him and his army on the fields of Roan. Isheza died the night before a great battle was supposed to take place with the Sythian army, and as a consequence, the Ishraki army retreated. General Sythril pursued them against the soothsayer’s warnings and somehow became part of the curse himself.”

“Close enough, I suppose. There is a little more to it than that. It is true that Ishrak was cursed and fell to ruin, which is why this is such a splendid hiding place for mindwielders, but what you left out is that prominent features of this old kingdom were changed based on the curse. For example, the Great Ishraki Plains became known as the Plain of Storms because of the constant, never-ending thunderstorms that ravaged it.”

“Aye, and the Mountains of Madness. I remember,” Rennon assured him.

“The storm has stopped. I thought the cure might have this consequence, but I wasn’t sure.”

“What do you mean, it stopped?” Deylia asked.

“The skies are calm, completely cloud-covered, but calm. With the madness gone, there is no need to project the energy out onto the plain.”

Rennon took another bite of bacon. “That’s good news.”

“It’s also a beacon that something has changed. The storm was a deterrent. It was a grand reminder of the curse, and because of it, people feared to enter the kingdom of Ishrak. With it gone, who knows, people may venture in and stick their noses where they don’t belong.”

“So you never thought of this before now? So what if they come?”

Theosus fidgeted as if he was trying to figure out how to carefully structure his words. “For many seasons, I have searched as an apothecary for a cure to the madness that plagued mindwielders. I dreamed of the day when I could cure, or find a cure, for my people here in this ruined city. In my dream, I would establish a new Ishrak. None of the reality has followed the dream. I fear we are in danger if we stay here. Without the Plain of Storms, we are vulnerable here. We need to go north.”

“I must have cured a hundred people over the last day and night. I figured they would go home now and live out their lives.”

“I am afraid that isn’t possible. Most of these people are known to be some kind of wielder, and some were rescued from death just as you were. Going home for many of them would mean death or exile.”

“They are exiles right now, Theosus,” Rennon stated flatly.

“What do you propose I do, mindhealer?”

“Don’t call me that,” Rennon said, pointing his finger at Theosus.

Theosus cleared his throat. “There are two other reasons why I caqme to you today. Would you hear them?”

Rennon put his forehead in his hands as if he might be suffering a headache. “You are here, so you may as well.”

“The Enforcers have been slowly disbanding since the battle at Brightonhold, but the far reaches of the Enforcers’ power have not yet heard of the incident. In northern Ardenia, there are an unusual number of wielders imprisoned. They are being tortured and killed. My sources tell me they are mostly mindwielders rounded up within the Trigothian kingdoms and sent there for judgment. I mean to go there and liberate them.”

“Now wait a moment. You aren’t proposing that I take over here while you go crusading?”

“No, I would never do such a thing. I am proposing we all go together to liberate our brothers and sisters. We are now a force of strong mindwielders, and—”

“Theosus, we don’t know how to use our abilities. We were fueling a storm because we didn’t know how to do anything else. We are not strong.”

“Master Rennon, you said
we
!” Theosus exclaimed.

“Don’t mince words; you know what I mean. How are we supposed to fight?”

Theosus sat down opposite Rennon and looked him directly in the eyes. “There is a tome. It was given to man by Fawlsbane Vex to teach him the ways of magic. It has been lost for ages, but recently one of my fellow dragons came across information that places the tome in By’temog. It’s hidden there.”

“Not very well if your dragon friend found out about it. You really want to go chasing after a myth?”

“There is more. The tome is supposed to be guarded by General Sythril’s spirit and undead army.”

“Well, there goes that idea!”

“You are not afraid of some dead general’s ghost, are you?”

“Theosus, you are talking about fighting an undead army for a tome that may or may not exist in hopes that it will tell us how to mindwield. That is sheer folly, wouldn’t you say?”

“I don’t know. I have fought undead before, and they were not so difficult. They do a lot of complaining. It gets irritating,” Theosus mused.

Rennon ignored Theosus’ comments. “We are what, a couple of hundred? How many undead are in this army?”

“I suppose we will need to do some scouting to find out exactly. I don’t think anyone really knows at this point.”

“This is out of the question, Theosus. We would never be able to get through the city, much less rescue a book guarded by a cursed ghost. I have some experience with this sort of thing. We had to fight undead at Signal Hill, and it was not as easy as you might think.”

Theosus did not seem to be deterred. “Why don’t I get a scouting party together and find out some more of the facts? In the meantime, our library here has a few books that mention mindwielding of old. They are not instructional by any means, but they might lend some insight.”

“I get the feeling that you will do as you will regardless of what I say. I am not your long lost leader. When we got here, I felt very much like a prisoner.” He sighed. “Go, get your scouting mission together, but know that I am not saying we will do this by any means.”

“I will go at once,” Theosus said, bowing and backing up toward the door. “Before I go, might I ask if you know the history of your
own
kingdom? Do you understand the War of the Oracle?”

“Yes, I know it. There was a huge battle that scarred the land, and there were so many essence users that they used up all the essence, making the area we call the Sacred Land a wasteland. The Defenders guard it so that we never forget what magic does to the land, and magic of all forms was banished and outlawed. Now, one thousand full seasons after the war, the magic is coming back to the Sacred Land and will be able to provide more essence than anyone can imagine,” Rennon stated matter-of-factly. “That’s why everyone is fighting over control of it now.”

Theosus shook his head. “It didn’t work; we did forget what happened.”

“I think I recounted it pretty well.”

“Let me enlighten you. According to your rendition, why don’t wielders get a large group together and scorch huge tracks of land and draw out all the essence? It would come back more powerful than before, right? Why don’t they do it all over the world and make essence double or even triple?”

“Actually, that’s not a bad idea,” Rennon said. “Why don’t they?”

“Because it takes hundreds, maybe thousands, of wielders to draw all of the essence from the land, and even then, once the land becomes devoid of essence, it creates an imbalance that must be filled.” His red eyes seemed to glow as he spoke. “So, the desolated land sucks all the essence from around it, and then that area takes essence from around it and so forth until it collapses in on itself and destroys everything—the entire world.”

He almost seemed angry now. “You see, the Sacred Land isn’t sacred just so we don’t forget what magic can do if left unchecked. The forgotten reason is it’s sacred because it is the graveyard of the four hundred mindwielders that sacrificed themselves to stop the devastation from consuming the world. Only the mindwielders had the magic to do this. They died and left no elder mindwielders to teach the children growing up how to use the power they were born with. It became known as the wild magic, and children born with it died here, where I brought them.” He turned and left before Rennon could respond.

There was silence for a long moment before Rennon talked to Deylia. “I never knew that. It seems so simple now.”

Deylia got up and went to Rennon. “You cured us. Theosus believes he fulfilled a promise he made to the people who died in the war and to these people. He promised to one day cure them or find a cure for them. You are a hero and a savior.”

“Aye, I cured them, but that does not a leader make. I don’t even know if the cure is a cure.” He squirmed in his chair. “I know Theosus has searched for someone like me for a long time, but I am definitely not a leader. Dorenn was always the one making the decisions for us. I miss him. I know we parted on rotten terms, but I do miss him.”

“I think you are a stronger man than you think you are. You are not suppressing your ability anymore. You are being more decisive.”

“I don’t have Sanmir’s concoction, for one,” he joked.

“I am sure Theosus would know how to mix it up for you.”

“I will leave it up to you to ask him.” Rennon chuckled. “Oh well, I suppose you are right, but I will tell you this: I am not going to a city full of undead after a book for anybody. I don’t care if we know every facet of our abilities. I have seen Spectres and such, and I don’t want to see them again.”

“Scared of a few ghosts, are you?” Deylia bantered.

“Aye, I am,” he said. “And you would be too if you were face-to-face with them.”

“What are they like?”

“Nasty, smelly creatures with rotting flesh falling from their bones, and they attack you while pleading for you to kill them. They even tell you how to kill them, like some unknown force is controlling them and making them kill against their will.”

“How horrible!”

“It is. Wait a moment. I wonder.” Rennon became thoughtful. “I wonder if something is controlling them against their will. I don’t think they would fight if that control was suddenly gone.”

“See, you are thinking like a leader already.”

Rennon beamed at Deylia and gave her a big kiss. He recoiled from her horrified expression. “Sorry for that.”

Her face softened onto a smile. “It was the excitement.”

He grabbed hold of her hand. “Come on. Let’s go find Theosus before he sends out that scouting party.”

Chapter 16: Fading Embers

The rising morning sun took away some of the sting of the cold morning, but Trendan still pulled his cloak tightly. Despite the sun’s warmth, the morning was still cold enough to make him shiver. Trendan made his way steadily back toward Brightonhold Keep, careful to cover his tracks. Fayne would certainly try to track him. He wondered if he should have waited for the poison to do its job before leaving. He would have had to face Fayne, but at least he would have known if he had succeeded. He dismissed the thought. That poison was strong enough to kill a horse; no one could have survived it. He doubled his efforts to ward off the cold.