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waiting for a response, Cal pulled a small rock from his pocket as he knelt and began scraping lines into the stone-tiled floor. When he finished, a large rune marked the floor. Cal stood, pocketed the stone, and closed his eyes. With his breath quickening, Cal’s eyes flashed open and red sparks danced within them. His gaze fell on the symbol and it began to glow, pulsing before fading. The room grew cold as frost covered the floor, white and sparkling from the incoming sunlight. An icy fog emerged above the rune, growing thicker until, miraculously, it began to snow inside the king’s private chamber.

Wonder reflected within Tallinor’s eyes as he held his palm out, watching the falling snow melt as it touched his skin. Bits of white glistened in his thick brown hair, encircled by a crown shaped like the rising sun. The king turned toward Hamilton, who responded with a single nod.

Tallinor stared at Cal, his lips forming a thin line, his face resolute. “What do you need?”

19

Lyra stared at the boulder, so black that it swallowed the mid-morning sunlight, appearing even more dull that the gray ashes surrounding it. Those ashes were all that remained of the two Tantarri and the dead tree. While not a grave as Lyra was accustomed, she found the blackened rock an ominous marker of another nature.

She turned toward Cal and Garrett, the former having just finished relaying recent events to the latter. Despite the outlandish nature of Cal’s tale, Garrett merely nodded. While Lyra had become accustomed to Cal’s magic, his abilities still surprised her. Yet, Captain Pularus behaved as if the use of magic was as common as breathing.

Garrett’s gaze turned west, toward the narrow ravine. “So, you believe they took this trail inland?”

Cal nodded. “Yes. They camped up there,” he pointed to the spot where he and Lyra had camped just two nights earlier. “And I found evidence that the trail beyond the campsite had been recently used.”

“In that case, lead the way.” Garrett nodded. “It sounds like we have little time.”

Cal turned and led them down the floor of the ravine, following the dirt trail worn in the grass and weeds. Lyra glanced backward one last time, toward the shiny black rock as she said a brief prayer to La-Mordai, hopeful that the two men found peace in death.

As they walked, Lyra found herself measuring the man Tallinor had assigned as their escort. Cal had refused to take more than a single soldier, stating that any show of force would lead to a fight they could not win.

Despite obvious misgivings, Tallinor assigned his best swordsman to accompany Cal and Lyra. That man was Garrett Pularus.

Taller than an average man and sporting an athletic physique, Pularus appeared to know how to handle himself in a fight. Dark curly hair and a fierce brow lent a noticeable weight to Garrett’s stoic manner, which Lyra found as a stark contrast to Cal’s flippant nature.

Lyra’s gaze fell to the sword at Garrett’s hip, swaying in time with his steps. She smiled, recalling the expression on Cal’s face when he had handed the sword to the man, as if he were being relieved of an immense burden.

Garrett stopped and turned toward Lyra, his brown eyes meeting hers. “Are you sure I can’t carry that for you? It’s not right for a girl…a woman…such as yourself to bear the weight of our supplies.”

Lyra’s brow shot up. “Are you suggesting that a girl cannot do what a boy can do? Am I some delicate flower?”

Garrett opened his mouth, preparing a reply.

“You’re asking for trouble, Captain.” Cal said as he glanced backward, not slowing.

“I just…” Garrett stammered.

“Think I’m not capable?” Lyra asked, hoping that Cal wouldn’t reveal the nature of the floating pack.

Garrett’s lips pressed together. “Fine. You can carry the pack.”

“You just worry about yourself. If I need anything, I’ll let you know.”

Lyra adjusted the pack, causing the lute on her back to shift slightly as she passed Garrett and followed Cal down the trail.

Within the first hour, the trail turned and angled south, following a valley floor with hills rising up to the east and the west. With the sun directly overhead, Lyra found herself torn between covering herself to block the direct sunlight and removing layers to cool herself. Rather than stopping to eat, she pulled trail rations from the pack to share with Cal and Garrett as they continued walking. At some point in the late afternoon, the trail turned west again, rising toward a saddle that straddled two mountains.

With her feet already sore, Lyra’s thighs soon burned from the incline as the trail meandered up the wooded hillside. She refused to complain or even allow a single groan, unwilling to give Garrett the satisfaction. I should have let him carry the stupid pack. The sun was low in the sky by the time they crested the saddle, and they caught their first glimpse of what lay to the west.

Another line of peaks, covered with pines and leaf trees, stood opposite from them, hovering over the narrow valley. Beyond those peaks, hilltops and ridgelines covered the countryside until the land reached the distant ocean, which appeared like a bright strip at the horizon.

Lyra’s gaze shifted closer and followed the opposing hillside downward. Upon the valley floor, she found an open meadow occupied by tents and wagons. Men in small groups crossed the area, some heading toward the dark opening of a cave cut into a cliffside to the south.

“We’ve found them.” Cal’s voice sounded somber. “May Issal watch over us.”

“How many did you say they have?” Garrett asked.

“Thousands, I’m told.”

Garrett grunted. “Not enough tents for thousands. Hundreds, yes. Thousands no.” He pointed toward the south end of the valley. “That cave is either massive, or there aren’t that many here.”

“Night is almost upon us. Let’s climb down while some light remains.” Cal continued down the trail, leading them toward the waiting army.

The valley was dark. Red clouds within the purple blanket above appeared as if the sky were bleeding. Hovering high overhead, shining between the clouds, was the strange planet. Now appearing in early evening, it was a bright object in the heavens, sure to provide added light despite the setting sun.

Lyra moved carefully to avoid disturbing the undergrowth as she peered through the trees, toward an oversized white tent stationed beneath a listing banner. A blue and red symbol marked the white flag, but she was unable to identify it amid the folds. The tent shifted and a man stepped out. Lyra gasped.

The man stood twice the height of any man she had ever seen. His hand was held up to shield his eyes, as if the light of dusk was too strong. He wore patchwork clothing, hastily sewn together to fit his massive frame. The giant walked toward the cave she had seen earlier. Distant shouts arose from the cave as he vanished into the dark maw. Others moved within the shadowy cave, men the same size as the ten-foot tall soldier. Deciding she had seen enough, she turned and snuck back to where Garrett and Cal stood waiting.

When she emerged from the brush, Lyra found Cal on one knee, breathing as if he were exhausted. His shirt was off, a strange symbol drawn on his stomach. Suddenly his breathing calmed. He stood and took a deep breath, appearing refreshed.

“Whew. I feel better.” Cal turned toward Garrett. “Now, lift your jerkin so I can draw a rune on you.”

Garrett did so and Cal used a piece of coal to draw a symbol on the man’s rippled stomach. Cal’s breathing quickened and his eyes lit up with red sparks. The rune on Garrett’s torso began to glow. The captain stared at it with a slack jaw as the symbol pulsed and faded. He staggered, grabbing ahold of a nearby tree to stabilize himself. A crunching sound drew Lyra’s attention to Garrett’s hand. His fingers dug deep into the tree, sending chunks of bark tumbling to the forest floor. When he removed his hand from the trunk, deep pits remained. Garrett flexed his hand, staring at it in awe.

“I feel incredible. What…what did you do to me?”

“I gave you a boost. I hope to avoid a fight, but if it comes down to that, I’m praying it will be enough for us to escape. Just be careful. Your added strength will be dangerous if you underestimate it.” Cal turned toward Lyra. “What did you see?”

“I saw…I saw a giant. He came out of a big white tent and entered the cave. There are others inside the cavern. A lot of them.”

Cal frowned. “It seems that Elias was telling the truth. I’m afraid of what that means.” He looked at Garrett. “Keep your hand on the sword at all times. If anything strange seems to affect Tali or me, pull the sword out and swing it.”

Garrett frowned. “Swing it at what?”

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