Justice (3 page)

3 - Swimming with Merfolk

Krishani watched Kaliel’s dress disappear around the corner as they ambled down the path to the waterfall. He looked at the sky. It was overcast and he smelled rain in the air. Kaliel giggled ahead of him and he smiled at the sweet sound as he quickened his pace to catch up. He hunched his shoulders up and pulled the cloak tighter around him as he treaded along the last few turns. She was kneeling at the pond when he arrived in the clearing, the brilliance of the waterfall crashing into the pond. Her white hair trailed down her back, falling over her shoulders into her face.

“What are you looking at?” he asked as he approached her. He felt so comfortable; nothing could touch them, the waterfall was their secret.

She put a hand in the air, motioning for him to be quiet. He waited, and she rose from the shore, turning to face him. Her green eyes pierced his, making his breath catch in his throat. She raised an eyebrow, perplexed.

“Have you ever spoken to them?” she asked. Her voice was shy. He silently took her hand and led her away from the falls. She was too simple. She ran her hands through the opening in his cloak and pressed herself against his chest, her head buried in his shoulder. He silently wrapped his arms around her and took in the scent of her hair, the beat of her heart against his chest. She was so fragile even after sixteen summers. She pulled away.

“Stop distracting me, Krishani!” She wriggled out of his embrace and hopped to the edge of the water. She stumbled and fought to keep her balance. He laughed, she was always so clumsy. “Quiet!” she squealed, untying the back of her dress.

Krishani turned bright red. He looked at the sky, wondering what she was doing. She stopped, frowned, and moved towards him. She ran her hands along his shoulders, pushing the cloak off him. Heat flushed through his veins as she ran her hands down his arms, twining her fingers with his, pulling him to the pond.

“Kaliel I—” he began, concerned. “What are you doing?”

“I wanted to show you something.” She stepped away, turned, and dropped to the ledge of the pond. Krishani tensed as she looked for the merfolk. He wasn’t sure what they were like. She dipped her head into the water and he froze, waiting, hoping she was unsuccessful in calling them. Moments later she pulled her head out and wiped her face with the upper folds of her dress. She glanced at him, a faint smile on her lips. She looked worried, but turned back to the water. When she gasped, Krishani knew she had found them. He didn’t want to be afraid, but he was.

She shrugged off her dress, leaving a thin layer of undergarments beneath. Krishani coughed into his sleeve, averting his gaze from her practically naked form. He felt her eyes on him and raised his face to meet hers, trying
only
to focus on her eyes. His pulse thumped so loud it was a wonder she didn’t hear it, too.

“Follow me.” She dove into the pond.

Krishani neared the shore and watched her body glide through the water. He sighed and shed his shirt. This was dangerous for a number of reasons, but he was actually more nervous about encountering the merfolk. He pulled off his boots and sat on the banks of the pond. He dangled his feet in the water, closed his eyes and pushed himself in.

The merfolk were engaged in a conversation with Kaliel. He let himself adjust to the cool temperatures and opened his eyes. There were so many of them conglomerating around her. Some of them played with her hair while others stared at her eyes as though she was more alien than they were. Krishani listened to the hum of their language, enraptured by the experience. He peddled towards her, but she pulled herself deeper. Air left his lungs and he jerked upwards, surprised by the sensation.

The merfolk noticed his abrupt gesture, their heads snapping to his attention. They circled Kaliel, creating a protective shield. They spoke in the same vibratory language he originally thought was melodic, but now it sounded alarmed. It was like they were protecting her from him. He shook his head and pressed his lips together, his lungs starving. Her feet hit the rocks at the bottom, and her blurry form turned to face him.

Krishani opened his mouth and tried to mimic their language. A boisterous sound flowed from his lips with a menacing edge. It was unpolished and raw. The creatures panicked. They curled their webbed hands around his legs and arms and pulled him deeper into their world.

Krishani caught Kaliel’s horrified glare as they dragged him towards her. She shook her head and let out a short hum. His fearful eyes caught hers; they expressed without words this was one of her worst ideas. She pressed her lips together stifling a laugh. She hummed again at the merfolk and they released their hold. He scrambled to the surface, unable to withstand the pressure, the loss of air. Krishani sputtered and gasped for breath as he paddled to the shore and rested his elbows on the bank.

“Sorry,” she muttered as she joined him. He glanced at her, confused and exhausted. She frowned and wrapped an arm around his waist. Her head found his shoulder. “They’re usually so tame.”

Krishani sighed. It was great until he opened his mouth. He dropped his arm and wound it around her waist, pulling her flush against him. “What were you trying to show me?” he asked gently.

Kaliel laughed. She had an amused expression on her face. “I thought I would teach you how to speak to them so you wouldn’t be afraid.” She pressed her lips together to stifle another laugh.

Krishani raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t succeed.” He shot her a crooked smile as he realized how near to naked they were and how comfortable the water was. He wanted to do more than swim with merfolk.

“I know!” She dove into the pond. He wasn’t brave enough to follow her this time, but she stayed close to the surface. He watched as she splashed around, kicking water at him. He shielded his face until she was finished, her legs and arms working to keep her head above water. Her green eyes filled with a challenge. He pushed off the shore and met her in the middle, pressing his body against hers as she tried to keep her head above water.

“Forgive me?” she asked.

Krishani grunted in response and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, his hands pulling her tighter against him. She wrapped her legs around him, making it hard to concentrate, and they sank into the pond, his lips locked on hers. Moments passed and the merfolk kept their distance.

Times like this made his life worthwhile. He couldn’t imagine living without her simplicity, silliness, innocence. Krishani broke away and she grabbed his hands, attempting to lead him to the surface. He tried to follow, but a heavy weight pulled him down. He tried to kick it away, but it only became heavier. Air escaped his lungs as he fought against it. Kaliel floated to the surface without him. He thrashed at the water, fighting for survival. The pond grew dark. He blinked as the gray stones and blue waters disintegrated into blackness. He stopped and pulled the darkness around him, pain etching to every nerve ending as he realized this was nothing but a memory of the girl he lost.

• • •

Hours passed and the halls grew silent and empty. Pux stretched out on a cot in the west wing. He tried to sleep, but all he could think about was what he said to Atara. She looked horrified. He tried not to tremble, but the pain was intense. He heard the odd shuffle, but the chaos in the castle had become a dead calm. It was in the silence that Pux’s heart throbbed more than ever. Another tremor rippled through him. He curled his arms against his chest and waited for the cold to pass. This was another new feeling, the bouts of hot and cold that ran through him. He was on fire one moment, freezing to death the next.

The room he stashed himself in was plain, a cot underneath him, a dresser, an end table with fresh herbs spilling out of a bowl. White sage and willow. It was supposed to help with the fever and keep the room cleansed of negativity, but it was doing neither. Pux rolled onto his back and stared at the wooden beams in the ceiling. He counted the grooves in the wood, hoping he could keep his mind off reality awhile longer. He had no idea how much time had passed since the explosion. The ladies came in at intervals, rubbed his brow with something, fed him a tonic, and left again. He couldn’t understand why they paid any attention to him, the unwounded, the healed.

It hurt too much to think about her.

He pushed himself onto his elbows and looked at the door. He wondered what was going on outside, if the storm had stopped. He shook again as heat took him over. He wrapped his arms around his torso, trying to hold himself together. He glanced at the dresser. It would be insane to venture outside in the vest and breeches he wore. He definitely needed something more to cover him despite his hairy exterior.

He put his clawed feet on the floor and leaned over to check the drawers. Most of them were empty, but the last drawer had a white and brown embroidered wool blanket in it. When fully opened it showed the shape of the stag. He wrapped it around his shoulders. There was a noise in the hallway, someone shuffling by. He shut the drawer and stood, the blanket trailing along the floor.

He paused, opened the door. The hallway was clear. He turned left, and left again, shuffling along the floor towards the servants’ hall. Prickles hit his heart and a flash of heat crept up his neck as he descended the staircase and tiptoed across the cobblestones.

Pux paused; a heavy draft blew in from the fields. He let out a deep breath and continued through the archway to the back courtyard. Toys were on the right, a chess set on a table on the left. He entered the stables, the familiar smell of a bonfire hitting his nostrils. His ears perked up. This felt a lot more like the home he had known for years. The warmth reached his cheeks and he almost smiled.

He frowned at the empty stables, wondering why the horses weren’t there. Bracing himself, he stepped into the fields. In the darkness he could barely see the two feet of snow covering the ground. Another cold shiver rippled through him and he pulled the blanket tighter. Snow was still coming down in sheets, obstructing his view. He put a hand out in front of him, attempting to push the fluffs away. He took a step through the heavy wet stuff, followed by another, and another. The smell of the bonfire was stronger. Pux glanced around, wind blowing from the east. It whipped him in the face and forced him to turn his attention to the west. Shadows danced across the blankets of snow, the bonfire the only source of light.

The blanket dropped to the snow as he hopped through the path towards the fire. He needed to get warm. He didn’t know what to expect—singing, dancing, games? His mind raced with the happy thought that life would go back to normal. He assumed the awkward cold would pass, and the lukewarm nights of winter would return with their crisp smells and frequent bonfires. He licked his lips thinking about the food. Pheasant, quail, chicken, boar, all served with apple pie, sparkling apple juice, and pure spring water. His stomach growled. The smell of smoke was strong and fragrant, mixed with something he had never smelled before.

He turned the corner, the bonfire rising out of the snow. A dozen others gathered around it. On the far side Pux caught Istar’s features. He looked exhausted. Pux frowned. Despite what they lost, the enemies retreated. Why weren’t they celebrating?

He squinted and put a hand to his brow, hoping to see the fire more clearly. His stomach lurched. They were burning the bodies. That smell was the enemies left behind. The bonfire was a ritual to cleanse their negativity from the land. His stomach twisted as he doubled over and fell to the snow. The cold hit him and showered him in a new wave of tremors that wouldn’t cease. He curled into a ball and waited for the cold to stop. Moments passed as he listened to the idle shouts of the elders surrounding the fire. Grimand’s voice cut through the crowd, coming closer. Pux tried to bury his face in the snow. He couldn’t watch the spectacle.

Footsteps crunched nearby. “Pux,” Grimand said. Pux looked up at him. He was clad in a large hooded gray robe, his animal features concealed by the length. He stretched out a hand to his apprentice and waited for him to take it. “Pux, you need to go back inside!”

Pux crunched himself into a tighter ball. He wanted to transport back to his room, but when he thought about the room he also thought about the mountain, torn between the two. He didn’t want to be anywhere near the mountain, but the final memory of the Village of the Shee pierced his mind.

“Come now,” Grimand said loudly. He grabbed Pux by the shoulders and forced him to sit. Pux looked past his elder at the fire. “You need to rest.” Grimand attempted to pull Pux to his feet, but Pux pushed him away, moving to his feet and stumbling backwards.

“How many?” Pux asked. He didn’t really want to know, but the bonfire was so high.

Grimand hung his head. “Go inside.” He turned Pux around and pushed him towards the stables. Pux took a step, and paused. He squeezed his eyes shut and balled his hands into a fist, transporting inside the Elmare Castle.

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