Chapter Eleven

Rhylix

Before I lose myself again, I must set this into writing, for when I next see you, I may not have control.

Left holding a sword as familiar to me as my body, I thanked my lucky stars that I’d remembered to keep the damn thing away from my bare skin, clutching it to my chest with sleeve-coated arms. I didn’t know how Raimie had been able to touch it without experiencing its typically imparted ability, but the utterly delightful bafflement that the teenager had presented around every corner only watered the small seedling of hope that was growing in me.

As expected, people soon started bustling into my clinic with Eledis and Aramar coming first. While Aramar hurried to his son’s bedside, I approached Eledis, extending Shadowsteal to him from between my wrists.

“Here. Take this,” I said.

Eledis gave me an odd look, but he accepted the sword, thank the gods.

“How is he?” he asked.

“Besides a severe case of idiocy that makes me constantly wonder at his continued breathing state?” I said. “He’s fine. I’ll dress the shoulder wound soon, but I expect more people besides you to crowd this clinic in the next hour.”

Folding his arms, Eledis said, “Idiot he may be, but I thought Raimie fought fairly well back there, considering his lack of training.”

Yes. Everyone in this family insisted that Raimie was a baby fighter, but I was finding that claim increasingly difficult to believe. Some of the moves he’d pulled in the two struggles I’d watched only came with a basic understanding of how to subdue one’s opponents.

But sure. Raimie had never been trained to fight.

“He has Audish blood in him, that’s for sure,” I said. “Only certain types of people understand the value of survival over fighting fair, and he’s one of them, thank Alouin. He’ll do well in Auden once he’s adjusted to life there.”

Casting a sidelong glance at me, Eledis asked, “What do you know of Auden?”

With a smile as my only answer, I gathered Aramar from Raimie’s cot.

“He’ll be fine, I assure you,” I said. “I’ll get him ready for his second trial, but in the meantime, you two can’t be here. Allanovian’s Council would have a fit if they found you in this clinic. They’d claim you were helping him cheat.”

“We wouldn’t do that! I only want to be beside my son, damnit,” Aramar hissed.

“I know that you could never be so conniving, but I’m not the one you’d have to convince,” I said. “Trust me with your son, Aramar. Since we met, I’ve fixed him up when he’s been injured, haven’t I?”

After giving me a piercing stare, Aramar sighed.

“Ok.”

He rubbed his face before slapping his hands to his thighs.

“Ok,” he repeated. “Let’s get out of here, Eledis.”

But the old man lingered after Aramar had departed.

“If you hurt Raimie,” he said, “I will kill you.”

Oh, gods. We’d already gotten to that part, had we? Struggling to keep from laughing, I displayed a pleasant smile for Eledis.

“You’ll try,” I said.

Sniffing, Eledis followed Aramar, and I started gathering the supplies I’d soon need.

“Are you there?” I said.

At the prompt, my constant nuisance stepped into view.

“I’m always here,” it said.

Lowering my tools, I leaned on my desk while glaring at the pesky annoyance.

“What in the void is wrong with my ally?” I growled.

Cocking its head, my constant nuisance asked, “Whatever do you mean?”

Lifting a scalpel, I advanced on it, jabbing the sharp edge into its face.

“Don’t play coy with me. You know what I mean,” I said. “He has two of you lot, one from either side, and their appearances have been intermittent and distinctly not right. Gods, he’s calling on the power behind them without knowing what he’s doing. It’s not right. He’s not right, and you know it. So, tell me why, or I swear to gods, I will banish you from the physical plane for the rest of this cycle.”

For the length of my rant, my constant nuisance had merely blinked at me, and once I was finished, it slowly shook its head.

“I don’t know. Truly,” it said. “You know where I come from. You know I cannot lie. I’m telling you, I… we have no clue what to make of this human.”

Well, fuck. Its ignorance was both terrifying and exhilarating. Finally. Something new.

“Will you watch him, please?” I asked. “At least until his splinters…”

Hmm. What was the best word to describe what I desperately hoped would soon happen to them?

“Stabilize?” I said.

“What do you think I’ve been doing?” my constant nuisance said.

“Good,” I said. “Because I’ll likely be… busy for the rest of the day.”

“I know,” my constant nuisance said with sorrow in its voice.

It was sorry? It and its many cohorts had forced me into this life…

Holy hell. Wait a second. Was that anger?

Giggling, I waved my constant nuisance out of view. Damn, this go ‘round kept getting better and better.

Eventually, someone brought Dath to me, and I treated both boys, wondering when the expected summons would come. When it did, it arrived by means of someone I’d least anticipated.

“Hey, Rhy,” Ferin said from my clinic’s entrance. “How’re the idiots?”

Hiding my surprise, I pointed to each boy in turn.

“Concussion from where Raimie tried to smash his head in. He’ll be out of commission for a few more weeks, so please, don’t put him through his second trial until then,” I said. “Minor lacerations and a hole in his shoulder. I’ve packed it and stitched up his cuts. He’ll be good to go as soon as he wakes up.”

“Fantastic. The Council’s ready for this catastrophe to end,” Ferin said before shifting in place. “They’d like to speak with you.”

“I know,” I said.

I finished collecting everything I might need while Ferin gaped at me.

“You know?” she squeaked.

“Mmhmm,” I said with a nod. “Pretty sure I know what they want with me too.”

“And you’re… ok with it?” Ferin asked with her voice strangled.

I snorted.

“No, of course not,” I said, “but I doubt I can change their minds, especially since you came to retrieve me. I might as well get it over with.”

“Rhy…”

“Ferin, the people of Allanovian despise me,” I said. “No matter how demeaning doing this might typically be, it won’t change their opinions of me, and as you said, it’ll move this farce along.”

“But the reason they hate you is stupid,” Ferin said. “It’s not fair.”

Finished with preparations, I rounded on her, letting some of my weariness peek through my mask.

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“Who told you life’s fair? It’s not. Never has been, never will be,” I said. “Look, there’s no point in discussing this. Can we please just go?”

Swallowing, Ferin said, “Sure.”

She led me to the same room where the Council had put me on trial a little over a week ago, the room where I’d offered to act as a scapegoat for them. It seemed they’d decided how I could serve in that capacity, but then, I knew of only one ‘punishment’ that would satisfy the Council’s needs.

The three men on the Council were clustered together like they had been before, and when I entered the room, a gleam filled Hemly and Yrit’s eyes. Before either of them could open their mouths to gloat, Ferin cut them off.

“He already knows what you want,” she snapped.

Hemly spun on her with his teeth gritted.

“You told him?” he hissed.

“No, he knew before I got to him. Guessed it even,” Ferin said. “I suppose you and Yrit are just that predictable.”

Shafoth, having never taken his eyes off of me, cocked his head.

“She speaks the truth?” he said.

Nodding, I said, “To your utter surprise, I’m sure, Raimie has passed his first trial, which means his second is imminent. If I remember correctly, it requires a Joining, something that I hoped you’d modify, considering he’s human. Who knows what a Joining will do to him?

“In the past, Allanovian has altered the second trial for those of his race. Why not for him? Is it because if he passes, you’ll have to admit that he’s the foretold child? I know how much of an upheaval that would bring to this town.”

No one would answer me, so I shook my head.

“That’s what I thought,” I continued. “In any case, no Allanovian citizen will volunteer to Join with a human, and on top of that, no one here has true combat experience, not like I do. Despite how much you might protest it, all of you want to test Raimie’s aptitude, in case he is what you think, and so, you turn to me.

“As you wish, I’ll Join with Raimie, but to gain a memory appropriate for what you desire, I’ll have to resort to… extreme measures. Most of you will insist on staying while I do this, of course, but I’d advise any of you who are squeamish to reconsider. I don’t want to cause you undue stress.”

I was already dealing with enough of my own tension as it was. Ever, I’d excelled at compartmentalization, but the first step in this type of Joining—extracting a traumatic memory that had been written into my blood—might collapse the walls I’d built around myself.

If they came down, my past would crash over me, and I wouldn’t pass through it entirely sane. In fact, I’d become a gibbering husk of myself for far too long afterward. It had happened often enough before.

“You got all of that from Ferin coming to retrieve you,” Shafoth said, as if it were a question.

No, I’d predicted this from the moment I’d made my offer to the Council, but judging from the looks on Yrit and Hemly’s faces, it was probably best to keep that close to heart.

“Yes,” I said instead. “I’m assuming one of you has the serum?”

Lifting a flask into view, Ferin tossed it to me, and as I downed the liquid inside, I watched the Council.

Would they stay? I didn’t mind them observing something that most would consider a humiliating experience, but I’d truly meant what I’d said in warning. They wouldn’t like what I’d have to do.

At a shift in motion on the periphery, I noted a Zrelnach squad filling the nearby corridor and nearly snorted up the liquid I’d just drank. Did they think I’d run from this? If I did, where would I go? The means to my goal currently lay insensate in my clinic. I couldn’t leave Allanovian without Raimie, and Raimie needed the Zrelnach, a good foundation for the army that he must build.

So, no. I wouldn’t have run. I hadn’t run from something like this in ages.

Tossing the empty flask back to Ferin, I stalked to the chamber’s edge, sliding down its wall to the floor. Humming under my breath, I prepared what I’d need, looping the ring of a syringe’s plunger around a thumb while holding five darning needles between my teeth. Five should be enough.

“Last chance to leave,” I said around them.

I knew Ferin wouldn’t, given her crossed arms and the stubborn set of her shoulders. Seeing it warmed me, which gave me pause. When had I last experienced that?

As for the rest, I’d hoped that some would go, but no one moved. So, I plucked a needle from my mouth with a sigh.

“Can’t say I didn’t warn you,” I said.

I slid the needle under my thumbnail, listening while a clamor rose from the others, and Ferin shouted something indecipherable.

One.

The woman I love bids me leave her to die, and I do, collapsing inside as the central support of my life is kicked free.

NO! Fuck no! Anything but that memory. Hastily shoving it aside, I snatched a needle from between my lips while Ferin screamed at me.

Two.

My brother is hanging from a tree, swaying in the breeze. Fortunately, his corpse hasn’t dangled long enough for it to bloat yet. Soon enough- soon enough…

I’ll need to gather the others after I’ve cut my brother down. Hopefully, I can bury them before this sense of shock wears off.

Turning to my home’s gaping doorway, I trudge toward it. Its black hole is a suck on my essence, drawing me to the horror that I know waits within.

Better. Something that I could willingly share. Too much pain for Raimie, though.

Motion had started in the chamber, a jitter of violence that I half-acknowledged as my middle finger gained my attention.

Three.

“Get out of here, Rhy,” my father shouts, shoving me toward our bolt hole.

A group of Kiraak bursts into the house with the noise of their ecstasy chilling me to the bone. Drawing his sword, my father faces them, and with a snarling growl, I turn to help.

“GO, Rhy! Protect your mother and Ren,” my father yells. “Run!”

Helpless in my current state, I gape at this human, a man who’s chosen to become my father and will now die for that choice. Gods, I want to plunge into the fight but… I can’t.

Spinning, I run, cursing my eleven-year-old body.

Almost. This memory would probably work for Raimie, but I didn’t want him to see how I’d abandoned my father, not when he had such a close connection to his own. Maybe one more needle would do it?

Activity was flurrying in the chamber now. Someone raced for me while the others reached to restrain her, which meant I should hurry.

Four.

If I ignore how dangerous it is to sprint down a hill without control, I might reach my mother in time, not that she really needs my help. She’s fending off her attackers with ease, dispatching the last of them before I’ve reached the hill’s base.

“Mom!” I shout.

At my voice, she turns, and from behind, a horde descends upon her. Before she can react, they rip her limb from limb while I watch from the other side of a creek. With blood flying across the water, I gawk as they reduce my mother to meaty mash, and something fiery and unreasoning swells in me.

If I can get close enough without drawing the group’s attention, I could steal a weapon from the one furthest back, climb onto his back, and slit his throat. The female closest to me should make an easy target as well-

The object of my interest flicks her eyes toward me, baring her teeth, and…

Ren. What about Ren?!

I flee.

Nope. If I gave him that memory, Raimie would never leave Ada’ir, but it was close in time to one that would fit. A single needle more should do it. Please, gods, say it would only be one more.

A blur of black and peach loomed large in my glistening vision, and gritting my teeth, I pushed a needle beneath my pinky’s fingernail.

Five.

Tears streak across my cheeks as I race toward my sister. She’s lying on the creek bed, singing to herself, and hysterical laughter flies from me.

How has she missed our home’s destruction? Is she too trapped by the worlds inside her head to notice the end of our very real one?

As I open my mouth to scream her name, something—probably my laughter—alerts her to my presence, and she leaps to her feet. Crying for her brother, she stands unharmed, and for the first time since this morning, I let myself believe that something good can come of this day.

Finally, a memory I could safely share with Raimie.

Unhooking the syringe from my thumb, I struggled to slide it into a vein. Gods, how my hands were shaking!

In the end, I managed it, beginning my blood draw while Ferin dropped to her knees in front of me. She sounded like she was choking on something, repeatedly reaching toward and away from my injured hand, and I ignored her until the syringe’s vial was filled. It trembled as I held it between us.

“Here you go,” I said. “Be mindful of the needle.”

She didn’t appreciate my joke. Snatching the syringe from me, Ferin stored it while I yanked darning needles out of my fingers, clutching my hand to my chest once I was finished.

“What the fuck, Rhy?” she snapped. “What the fucking hell was that?”

Tiredly, I shrugged.

“Because of events in my past, my mind has learned how to ignore—how do I put this?—high levels of pain,” I said. “You needed a memory of violence, and we can only extract those when the donor has endured enough hurt to relive an awful moment in their life. I did what I must to give you what you needed.”

Ferin’s face had gone ashen, and limply, she sat on her heels, revealing the people behind her. The remaining Council members, even the ones who hated me, looked stricken, and the Zrelnach in the corridor were struggling to maintain their impassive demeanor.

“What?” I snapped. “You’d better get used to scenes like this because they’re an everyday occurrence in Auden, and you’ll likely be heading there soon.”

Slowly, Shafoth shook his head.

“We know this. Stories from Audish refugees have reached even this remote corner of Ada’ir, and while some here choose to ignore them, most of us know what to expect across the Narrow Sea,” he said. “No. It’s- it’s you. How can you do something like that to yourself and never flinch?”

Oh. Right. In situations like this, I’d always struggled to keep my mask in place.

“I feel it, if that’s what you’re asking,” I said.

Gods, the sear of molten lava that had flowed down my arm. I’d forgotten how near debilitating it was.

“But like I said, this sort of thing—”

I wiggled my bloodied fingers in the air.

“—is commonplace in Auden,” I said. “And my past has been comparable to the lives of that kingdom’s citizens. I adapted.”

“Alouin, Rhy,” Ferin said, “no wonder you always seemed amused when the other trainees and I complained about running laps.”

“I would never have belittled you. Just because I think of burning muscles as a mild irritant doesn’t mean that you do, and I could never laugh at someone else’s pain,” I said, nudging her chin. “Now. May I go? I have errands to run and would prefer to leave here as soon as possible.”

Ferin mutely nodded, and after I climbed to my feet, no one protested as I left the chamber.

I took a different route to my clinic, both to throw off anyone who might have followed me and to swing by Salma’s shop. Days ago, she’d sent word that she’d finished Raimie’s sword, but this was the first moment I’d had to retrieve it.

As I moved along, I looked for an innocuous place where I could rest, and on reaching the children’s ward, I knew I’d found it. Kept separate from the rest of Allanovian, the young Esela were used to their caretakers changing every day. None of them commented on my entrance, not even when I slipped into an occupied classroom.

This class’s instructor had dragged a table toward the back wall with a gaggle of children standing between it and the entrance. They craned their necks for a better look at what rested on it, and after a single, narrow-eyed glance at me, the instructor ignored my presence, continuing with her lecture. With each sentence she spoke, she moved tiny models across the depicted battlefield.

Bracing against a wall, I released the illusion that I’d held since ripping needles out of my hand, and the bruised appearance of my fingernails faded to a healthy color. Energy drained from me, and while I waited for it to return, I watched the instructor become more animated, all while the modeled battle came to its conclusion.

History lessons like this never failed to sadden and amuse me. I’d never understand how humans and Esela kept making the same mistakes, and yet, no matter how many times we destroyed ourselves, we always got back up.

As soon as I could, I left the children’s ward. I should be quick with retrieving Raimie’s sword. Now that Allanovian’s Council had everything they needed for his second trial, they’d start it soon, eager to finish with this inconvenience. I should be ready for that because once it was over…

Well. Everyone needed someone with them after the second trial of a Zrelnach’s initiation.