Solstice (Pt. 1)

Solstice (Pt. 1)

The longest day of the year was a special moment.

A time of meetings. A time of power. Of magic.

On the day of the Summer Solstice, The Wandering Inn was filled with the grieving. A lost young woman who was neither dreaming, nor dead.

Disaster. And broken promises.

Lyonette had not left the inn. She had not gone for the great party in Riverfarm. This was not a time for parties. No one else had gone, either.

Maviola El was dead.

This day, the sun rose, burning with the colors of glory. A flame so distant. That burned all the brighter because one day, it too would go out.

It burned across more than one world.

This day was an important day.

-

Daly Sullivan, no relation to the [Popstar] of Terandria, was in a bad mood today. He was restlessly checking the new, prototype steel-limb crossbow. Paige had installed sights.

Crossbows. He stared at it, listening to the aggrieved argument. He scratched at his arm and stared, for a second, at the bug bites covering his skin.

Over seventy on his body. He looked around and snapped.

Someone toss me the bug balm, would you? Im starting to itch again.

Someone did. Daly cursed as he slathered the ointment on his skin. The rest of the Bushrangers were equally as chewed up. Their bug sprayin fact, charmshad gone dead during this last mission. Theyd been eaten alive in the undergrowth while trying to remove an infestation of baby Hydras.

Baby. Hah. Daly had been in a foul mood. And that was before trying to kill a regenerating monster, let alone dismember it until the flesh stopped regrowing.

At least they had bags of holding these days. Small mercies.

However, he was in a bad mood for more than just that reason. Someone was dead.

He did not know her. And yethe knew her. The shock had not been followed by deep grieving. He had never spoken, actually, physically, spoken to Erin Solstice.

But she was from home. And she

A foul mood had engulfed the Bushrangers, who were privy to some details of the classified information in the United Nations company. No one wanted to start keeping secrets, but leaking the fact that another Earther had died wasnt great for morale. And that Joseph was actually from Earth and there were more?

Well, she might not be dead. But his dark mood continued. He heard it in the air as Dawson, Kami, Tofte, and the others aired their grievances. At last, Daly couldnt stand it any longer.

Oi. All of you, shut up and stop whinging.

The others looked up, glaring his way. The Captain of the Bushrangers glared back, in no mood to be nice.

What the fuck are you so mad about anyways, eh, Dawson? Youre mad because you didnt get to haze Luan and the new recruits? Take thatshove it up your arse and jump in the harbor.

Come on, Daly. Weve been fighting and adventuring for months. Luan just gets to stroll on in and

Show all of you up? Looks like it. Me included.

Daly scratched at another bite, irritably. Luan had gone off to get them treated by Geneva; hed been worried one was infected.

Hed gotten eaten more than the others. A hundred bites, poor guy. But some healing potion or tonic would clear him up. Daly was only waiting to make sure he had no budding infection. Take the potion when you were in Genevas presence. Luan had first go at it.

No one was happy in the Bushrangersat least, the old guard. Old guard, as if they had done this for years.

Its just not fair. We have Skills.

Oh yeah?

They were mad because Luan had volunteered to help with their mission hunting Hydras. Not peoplebut hed been out of sorts since he kept having to dodge [Bounty Hunters] who wanted that stupid claim on him the Iron Vanguard had posted. The only way to overturn it was to match the bounty and the United Nations company didnt have the funds.

So hed come with some prospective new rangers. Someone had gotten it in their heads to make it a tough mission. Weed out the idiots who thought this was fun and gamesespecially those who hadnt seen actual fighting and been found after the United Nations company settled in Talenqual.

It was stupidbut there was some logic to it. Daly had told Siri and Tofte to ensure it didnt get out of hand. Sure enough, the bugs, the hiding and stalking for two days had made some of the new recruits give up the moment they got back to the city. The Bushrangers had done a forced march of nearly thirty kilometres there, and again on the way back.

No huge packs, bags of holding and stamina potionsbut still. It was exhausting, especially the lifting of Hydra meat, fighting, setting up traps

No Rustless Vanguard or the other teams that sometimes joined with theirs for this mission either. Dullahans moved too slow, and the Hydras hadnt necessitated splitting the rewards. So, a no-fun, all-Human experience. That Drake and some of the non-Earth volunteers had been left behind as well on clinic guard-duty to allow the Earthers to be themselves.

What made Dawson and the others so hopping mad was that despite not having Skills and being almost as green as the other prospective adventurers, Luan had marched there and back, and outdone all of them in terms of keeping his energy up and being the most active member.

He was going to the Olympics, Dawson. Whats there not to get?

As a paddler!

Say that when hes about and hell smack you. Say it closer to me and Ill do it. So what? He was in better shape than we are now. Still is.

The others grumbled. It amazed Daly. Hed seen how fast Luan was on the water. They all had. You wanted to say that Dawsondecently in shape, good guy most of the timewas a match for one of the worlds top athletes? Even if that was in water?

You know those terrible rugby players, basketball, baseball, footballwhatever you want? The ones whore in the worst teams in the sports leagues, Dawson?

Want me to start a list, Daly? Whats the point?

You bring them to a college team. High school team. And theyll destroy the competition. And thats the bad players. Luans in good shape. Deal with it.

The Bushrangers stopped quarrelling as the door opened. Luan emerged, bug bite-less and stretching.

Next. Sorry it took so long. Turns outwe have leeches.

Fucking hell.

Dawson exploded. The others checked themselves. Luan grimaced.

Below the skin. Get a thorough check out. Im off. Dalyyour teams got nerves of steel. I only wish you had skin like that.

Get us some Stitchfolk and we will. Thanks, Luan.

The [Expert Rower] smiled as he grasped Dalys arm. The [Axe Warrior] resisted the urge to scratch at his bites or stare at his skin. Geneva could not come fast enough; Siri was in the checkup room like a shot. Luan shuddered.

Im not doing that again. And I think those idiots chasing me gave up. Ill do a delivery. You have my sincerest respect.

Had he been taking lessons from Ken? Or listening in? Or perhaps that was just Luan. The others fell silent as he bade farewell and jogged out the door. Heading to the harbor. Daly rubbed at an arm, thought he saw a strange, subtle bump under his flesh and stood up.

Okay. Everyone, pipe down and lets draw lots whos getting into Geneva next. Last person picked, well give them a mercy by letting them set themselves on fire.

The others clustered around. Tofte moaned.

I hate this continent. Why cant we take aquatic jobs with Luan?

Crelers in the water, Tofte.

I hate this world.

-

Luan jogged down to the harbor where his boat was in storage. He paid the [Harbormistress] his rental fee; hed already gotten a juicy delivery request. Gold, for an experimental scroll in Talenqual. He was going to drop off some of Genevas pre-made cures in their doses at the same time.

Hed meant what he said to Daly. Endless respect for his group. Enough that he didnt mind the hazing; hed had it done before in other groups. Plustheyd failed.

He got into his boat, looking around for [Bounty Hunters]. But hed gotten sharp and no one had really noticed he was in the city as far as he could tell. The Bushrangers had arrived before dawn today and headed straight for the clinic.

Quickly, Luan got in the boat and began to, well, row. Two strokes and he was shooting past an incoming ship. The [Captain] of the low-riding cutter whistled as he saw the City Runner flash past.

Now thats a fast boat! Whos that Sea Runner?

Luan the Rower. Talenqual.

Write him downare those enchanted oars?

Luan grinned as he passed out of earshot. Not enchanted. Just skill. Just practice. Just Earth technology and magic, making the boat and equipment light asif not lighterthan the top-of-the-line stuff from his world.

And Skills. He skimmed out of the harbor, moving faster than any other craft, even those with magic wind in their sails. They waved at him, and the [Rower] raised one hand for a second, calling out.

He felt safer now. Once he had a head start, the [Bounty Hunters] usually gave up. Luan sighed as he left the jungle-swamps of Talenquals land behind and headed into the rivers and sea. No less dangerous; there were giant crocodiles, sea monsters, sea-[Raiders], and yes, Crelers in the water.

But it beat leeches under your skin. He shuddered and checked his gear. Crossbow, a few artifactsa map, and so on. Luan began to row, using a magical compass as a guide, and mirrors to check around him.

Howeverhe never noticed the group trailing him. Because the second craft was invisible.

-

And then Ryoka Griffin woke up.

She had been dreaming. Unhappy dreams, nightmares, amid the nonsensical ones. Of running. Of Ferin.

Of falling. Even in her dreams, she knew she had to make it. She was crawling along the ground, fighting for every inch of ground. And she knew not how faror how much longer.

She had to make it.

In her sleep, the young woman had been straining so hard the rest of the world seemed far off. She was reaching for the vial. Trying to lift it upwards. Onlyit wasnt Tyrion Veltras who reached for it. It was Mrsha.

Then Lyonette, face disapproving. Erin

Ivolethe.

A voice spoke, as Ryoka was fumbling with bloody fingers. Ferin was trying to capture it with a loop of wire. It didnt really make sensebut she was knocking it aside as it sliced off her fingers with its sharpness, trying to pick up

Pick up what?

Someone asked. Ryoka had no answer. The voice was curious.

You nearly died, didnt you?

That was definitely so. Ryokas closed eyes flickered. In her dream, she saw Erin bending, smiling, asking her.

But its time to wake up. Youve been sleeping too long.

She was awake. The voice disagreed. And after a secondit sounded peeved.

I want to speak to you. Stop saying no. Wake up. I command you! Were nearly there. Stop dreaming!

SammyJericha said shes healing. We should leave her alone.

Another voice. Suddenly, the first was younger. The second older, but more hesitant. The first made a foot-stomping sound. He coughed.

Shes going to miss her own party! Did you hear me? I said

Ryoka had just found the vial. But it had turned into Ivolethes statue again. She let it drop into the wind

Wake up!

It was an order. A command, however young. The power of an aura. Ryokas eyes

opened. She inhaled.

And woke up.

The two young [Lords] recoiled as the young woman sat up, her black hair flying about as she reached for the vialthen a healing potionthen

Sammial backed up a step. Hethon, his older brother, stared at Ryoka Griffin. The City Runner, his mysterious savior. The one who had brought the cure, who looked maybe Chandrarian or Drathian and had no background.

No levels.

She looked around, dazed. Then tried to leap forwards. Since she was lying under bed sheets in the inn, she tangled and spectacularly went over the footrest of the bed into a crashing heap.

Wow.

Sammial breathed. Hed never seen someone face plant like that. She had not failed to disappoint, and it was the first five seconds of her waking up.

Whwhere am I? What

Ryoka looked around, dazed. Hethon tried to bowSammial ran up.

Youre awake! I knew it! Wait until I tell father what I did!

He was going to be in such big trouble. Hethon saw the Wind Runners eyes focus on him. She stared.

Whore you?

Im Hethon. This is Sammial.

The boy was trying to untangle Ryoka and only making it worse. She stared at the two of them.

Who?

The two young boys faltered.

Theones you saved? The ones you brought the cure for?

Oh.

Shed forgotten their names! The young woman tried to hide it at once, but it was obvious. Hethon exchanged a look of dismay with his brother. And here theyd been told she was a brave person whod come all this way for them! Certainly, father had insisted on the best [Healers] and even taken them all this way.

ErHethon and SammialVeltras?

Ryokas mind started to focus on the facts. The two young [Lords] nodded.

Im Sammy. Sammy, not Sammial. This is Hethon. My older brother.

Sammial added, to make sure she got it right. The young woman looked like she needed all the help she could get.

I made it? I did it! Did I? Oh, dead gods. What happened to

She lurched upfell down. Her legs and arms were weak from, well, nearly a week and a half of inactivity.

So many days had passed. She had no idea. Ryoka looked around, as if Hawk, Salamani, and Tritel and Ci were right behind her.

The other Couriers. They were right with me when the [Assassins]Ferinwhat happened to them?

She looked at them. Hethon blinked. Sammial wrinkled his forehead, as if missing a step that should have been there. There was no milord or sire. But he answered, as if she were a peer of the realm.

Thethe Couriers fought bravely, Miss Griffin. House Veltras saw to them. They almost all survived.

Almost?

Hethon wavered. Tactfulness in the face of death was not something the young boy had ever had to learn. Sammialdidnt even try.

The Moonlight Rider died. But his horse lived. He sacrificed himself for the horse. Everyone was talking about it. You nearly died too. You were shot by three crossbow bolts. Jericha said that if one was an inch to the left, youd have never walked again.

Ryoka stared at him. Abruptly, she sat down. Hethon and Sammial realized she was in her undergarments and turned their backs instantly.

Tritels dead?

Hethon peeked over his shoulder. The Wind Runners face was a sudden mask of grief. Andit looked too familiar. Guilt and grief.

The worst was yet to come. But neither one knew that.

Tritelwas anyone else? Hawk. Salamani? The [Witches]? My friends?

She turned to them, her eyes flickering as she realized they might not know. Sammial turned around, then turned back for her modesty.

All safe. The Guild of Assassins tried to kill some of the others. Like your [Farmer] friend.

Lupp?

She shouted his name. Hethon winced. Ryoka went up again

Dont worry! House Veltras saved them! They protected everyone! The Guilds strongholds are burning and father says hell hunt down the Circle of Thornsthose that havent surrendered already.

Sammial boldly informed Ryoka. She stared at the two [Lords]. Around the rather rich guest room ofan inn? A shuttered glass window, the [Lords]Ryokas mind began to piece more together.

Ive been saved. Im somewhere in safety. Lupp is safe. Lupp was in danger?

Tritels dead. I have totohow did Hawk even get there?

Ferin must be dead. Or

More thoughts occurred. Grief, guiltbut sudden urgency, too. She had to get ready for the party! Tell Erin and Mrsha and the others she was alive! How long had she been out? Ryoka looked aroundthen stared at the two boys.

Why are your backs turned?

They were facing the other way. Hethon muttered, the tips of his ears flushed.

Youre half-naked, Miss.

Ryoka looked at her undergarments.

Ah.

She grabbed the blanket. Looked around for clothes; there were none to hand.

Wheres my bag of holding? My gear?

Jericha has it. Ill get her.

Hethon marched towards the door. Ryoka blinked, swaying. She felt soweak! Well, shed been shot. Fallen out of the sky, run for days on end

Maviola? Saliss?

Both fine. The Drake went home. Father says its almost a shame he didnt die since hes the enemy, but hes offering money for everyone who helped.

Ryoka relaxed a bit. Sammial peeked, seemed to decide the blanket had restored Ryokas modesty, and turned about.

You saved

He coughed.

Saved

Ryoka heard the wheezing sound. Familiarshe saw the young boy double over and reached out for him as he was struck by a fit of gasping coughs for air.

Im fine! Dont touch me!

He shoved away her hand. Nohis voice had stopped her. Sammial inhaled, his cheeks flushed. Ryoka had heard a rattling cough in his lungs.

The poison?

Father says I would have been worse if not for you. I have a [Healer] now theyre not all cowards.

Sammial panted for breath. Ryoka opened her mouthbut he had decided it was his turn to ask questions.

You saved me. Me and Hethon. Father will reward you for that. But I want to know why you did it. Was it really for this party?

Thats right. Ineeded a favor.

So it wasnt for fame or money? Thats what some people said.

Sammial informed Ryoka with a childs bluntness. She shook her head, slightly.

I just needed a favor. Andit was the right thing to do.

She felt embarrassed, saying it like that. Sammial stared at her. And like a child, he nodded.

So you were brave because it was for us? But you didnt even remember our names.

I just woke up.

Why was she talking to this kid? Ryoka looked aroundthen decided to wait for clothes and Jericha. Sammial wrinkled his brow.

Would you have done it for anyone?

Maybe.

So not just because were important?

I guess? It wasnt purely altruistic.

I dont know what that means. Explain it. And stop using complicated words!

Ryoka blinked again. Was hewas that an aura? Or was she imagining stuff?

It meansdoing good things for nothing. I did want something from your father. Where is he? Where am I?

Sammial ignored the question. He stared at Ryoka, looking at her.

So you brought the cure because you wanted a favor and to do the right thing? Do you want gold?

If youre offering, Ill take it. Ryoka half-shrugged. Sammial tilted his head.

Are you lying? I dont feel youre lying. I can tell, you know.

Im not. I did it because it was the right thing to do and because I needed a favor only your father could help me with.

Ryoka half-rose. At least to look out the window.

Did you help father because youre a slut?

The Wind Runner paused, one hand on the windowsill.

What?

Sammial was looking at her innocently.

Thats what the other City Runner called you. She said you did this only to seduce father. And that you got all the other people killed because you were a selfish, greedy bitch. Thats what she said. Then Jericha hit her and tossed her out. I got to watch the guard kick her out. She kept coming back so they had to drub her. She was nasty.

He said that with some satisfaction. Ryokas mouth moved.

Which City Runner?

I dont know. Purse-a?

Persua?

Yep. She had the cure, but she was late. Father told Jericha to offer her some money, but she threw a fit and called you all kinds of names. Whats a slut? No one will tell me, even Hethon. Because he doesnt know either.

Ryokas mouth opened and closed. Persua had been here with the cure? How uncharacteristically brave. Andthrown out and beaten?

Welleven in the darkest night, there was a silver lining indeed. Ryoka shook her head.

Im not adont use that word.

She almost smiled at the thought of Persua mouthing off anddead gods, why didnt I wake up for that? Then Ryoka was reminded of something.

Whore. Only, it wasnt someone calling Ryoka that. It was something the fae had once said to Ceria

The fae. The party. Ryokas smile vanished.

I have to go. Thank you for telling me, erSammy. Is your father?

She strode for the door, adjusting the blanket so it wouldnt reveal anything. The boy blocked the door.

Stop! I didnt give you permission to leave! I have more questions! Can you control the wind? You cannot leave a [Lord]s presence without my permission!

Ryoka felt someone tug on her shoulders and legs invisibly. She looked back at Sammial. He was scowling at her with regal displeasure.

What a little brat. Ryoka was reminded of herself. She shook her head.

Sorry, kid. Ive got to go.

Sammial pointed.

You will stay! I command it!

Ryoka walked to the door, opened it a crack, and looked outside. Sammial stared at her back, open-mouthed.

I saidwhy isnt it working?

Sorry. But I have to know

The Wind Runner swung the door all the way out and stepped through it. Then she saw a womana [Mage]?striding up the stairs behind the second, older boy. Hethon Veltras and Jericha stared at Ryoka. Ryoka blinked.

Oh. Um. Hello?

The aide to Tyrion Veltras looked Ryoka up and down, mildly shocked. She saw Sammial stomping his foot behind her. Ryoka looked at Jericha. The woman gazed at Ryoka, then at her slipping blanket. She offered Ryoka a change of clothes.

You are awake, Miss Griffin. Just in time. Lord Sammial, Lord Hethon, please exit the room and allow Miss Ryoka Griffin time to change. I shall inform Lord Veltras at once.

Ah. Sorry.

Ryoka took the clothes. Sammial reluctantly left the room. Hethon stared at his mysterious savior. Jericha closed the door.

-

A minute later, Ryoka was just buttoning the shirt as the door opened. She was glad that whomever had chosen the clothesJericha?hadnt chosen the most restrictive clothing.

Probably because she was a Runner.

The woman entered before Ryoka. The City Runner turned from the full-body mirror. She had been checking herself. Seen the scars where the crossbow bolts had gone through her. She had one just to the left of her belly button and down, mirrored on her back.

It didnt matter. And it did, a tiny bit. Shed worry about it later.

Im ersorry. I wasnt thinking and

After shed been given more time to think, Ryoka felt like she might have made a poor impression greeting Jericha half-naked like that. But the woman just bowed slightly as she shut the door.

Lord Hethon and Lord Sammial are eager to speak with you, Miss Ryoka Griffin. Lord Veltras had been on his morning ride, but he will doubtless be impatient to do the same. I have had a breakfast set for youand I would like to speak before you descend.

She looked at Ryoka, with that courteous impassiveness of Magnolias maids, servants like Reynold. But there was something behind her gaze. A number of things, chief of which was appraisal. And other emotions.

If Ryoka could have read themit would have been curiosity. And sympathy.

The Wind Runner could not. She only felt uneasy.

I uh, didnt mean to expose myselfnot that I didto

Lord Sammial is impetuous. He should not have tried to wake you with his aura. It could have gone wrong, but your timing was impeccable, Miss Griffin. Lord Veltras might have attempted to do the same himself.

Oh. Good?

Jericha nodded. She studied Ryoka again. Then she bowed, crisply.

Forgive me, I have not introduced myself. I am Lord Tyrions personal aide-de-camp and bodyguard. Jericha Synthel of House Veltras, [High Mage] and [Noble Aide]. I, and House Veltras, are in your debt, Miss Ryoka Griffin.

The Wind Runner stared.

OhIm Ryoka. Ryoka Griffin. Um, Wind Runner of Reizmelt. Er[Wind Runner].

Jerichas brows rose smoothly.

You are not, Miss Griffin. Forgive me. We took off your artifacts for magical healing. Nor are you of Reizmelt. Or Izril.

The young woman hesitated. Oh shit. Jericha went on.

Rest assured, Lord Veltras is purely grateful. It is my duty and that of House Veltras staff to look into such matters. Your friends, as Lords Hethon and Sammial might have informed you, are safefrom the Guild of Assassins and Circle of Thorns.

Her gaze flickered. Ryoka saw it, but she was too busy being flustered.

Thank you. Truly.

It is the least we can do. The Circle will be eradicated. The Guild of Assassins will pay.

A dark flash across Jerichas eyes. Ryoka gulped. Not someone to anger. Shed already noticed enchanted armor and the wand. Ryoka cast around for something to say.

Im grateful, truly. I dont mean to be rudebut Id like my friends to know Im fine.

We kept them apprised of your condition. I shall assist you in expediting news of your recovery. Similarly, we have treated all those who participated in the delivery that we could find. Recompense is being paid for all incurred expenseswith the exception of the Drake, whom I understand had an outstanding bill of astonishing magnitude. However, Lord Veltras will fairly reward all those who came to his aid.

Oh. They really were grateful. Ryoka blinked.

T-thank you. Youve done everything. Ihow long have I been out?

Another look. Jericha exhaled.

A week and a half, nearly.

A week and aoh no!

Ryoka jerked. That was practicallyshe whirled.

IIveIve failed! I was going to askmaybe theres still time. I need a favor! I know this is wrong, and Lord Veltras is a [Lord] of the Five Families, but when he arrives, do you think?

Miss Ryoka Griffin.

Theres this party. And I need one of thethree of the Five Families to attend! Is it the Summer Solstice?

They were too far away. Ryoka began to hyperventilate. Jericha spoke again.

Miss Griffin!

Ryoka looked at her. Jericha had a mildly exasperated look on her face.

If you would allow me to finishLord Veltras received your request. He assented. He will attend this gathering with the [Emperor] of Riverfarm on the Summer Solstice. Which is today.

But weretoo far.

It was all the way back near Invrisil. Ryoka wanted to run. But her legs were jelly. She wanted to scream. All her plans! And shed gotten

Wait. Maviola. Magnolia? Tyrion? It was three! But they were so far away! Jericha pinched the bridge of her nose. She had spectacles.

Miss Griffin. Please, listen. The Summer Solstice is today. Lord Tyrion Veltras received your wish to attend the party. Your waking was the only complication. Howeveryou are in an inn less than forty miles from Riverfarm. We have been transporting you as you slept to arrive at the party in time.

The City Runners head turned. Jericha gave her a small smile.

Oh.

Ryokas heart was still beating wildly. But thatoh.

It was almost like other people could arrange things and keep to a schedule. It was almost like they were better than Ryoka at it. And it was also almost like she had decided to embarrass herself on purpose. But Ryoka didnt need to work at it to be a master in her field. It was sheer, natural talent.

Noise from outside. HorsesRyoka heard the din of a large number of them. Jericha glanced out the window.

Lord Veltras has arrived. He will speak to you at breakfast; it is very early morning, you see. We should arrive within the hour at Riverfarm, after a short breakfast. However, I wish toapprise you of a few details, Miss Griffin.

Something was off about that statement. But Ryoka saw the last flicker in the professional faade. Everything had been going so well

What?

The [High Mage] took a breath. And she looked uncomfortable for the first time. Noshe had been from the beginning.

The party aside, issues of decorum, Lord Veltras safety and what you wishedno. No. Miss Griffin. You may wish to sit.

Is it Tritel and Ci? II know. Did anyone else?

Ryoka felt a sudden fear gripping her heart. Jericha just shook her head.

Not on the delivery. Sit down, Miss Griffin. I received a missive for when you woke up nearly a week ago.

What? What does it say?

Jericha produced a folded piece of paper. Ryoka unfolded it with shaking fingers. She noted the sender as she unfolded it.

The Wandering Inn, Liscor. From Erin? But the wayhad something happened? [Assassins]? She looked up, searching Jerichas face for anything.

I have read the [Message] myself. PleaseMiss Griffin.

Jericha cleared her throat. Ryoka read. Her eyes skimmedstuck. Went back up. Focused on a word.

The [Aide] stood there. Below, Hethon and Sammial ran as their [Bodyguards] kept everyone back in the screened inn to tell their father that Ryoka was awake! Lord Tyrion nodded as he dismounted. But he did not ascend yet. Jericha had told him too. And he did not know her.

But he understood.

Silence in the room. A minute. Two. Ryokas eyes were flickering down the page. Going back up. Reading again. The rest of her didnt move. After four minutes, Jericha felt moved to speak.

Wewere unable to send aid to the inn. You see, it is not part of the north. We believed it was secure. We did have agents in Celum and Liscor watching the door. But it wasa Drake city.

Hectval. An accident. A petty little raid.

Ryoka read down the letter Lyonette had sent to her. Up again.

The [Princess] wrote it out. Not just Erin. But Maviola. In shaking words. Jericha had made this copy. There was no way for Ryoka to know how many tears had stained the page that Lyonette had written.

She was almost the last to know. The others had been told. A week ago

The Slayer had listened to the screaming as he checked his swords. Just sat there, tending to the blades, saying nothing. Only the Queens asked what was wrong. And he had no words for them.

The [Emperor] sat on his throne, covering his face with one hand. Wondering what would happen. Halrac was missing. Cade was cryingso was Revi. Typhenous just gripped his beard, so hard his hand turned white.

Yvlon kept Ksmvr company. Ceria had just passed out. Drinking. Pisces had left. He had been shaking. Refusing to say anything until he was out of sight. Out of hearing. Tears still ran down Cerias cheeks. Frozen water. Somewhere, the [Necromancer] begged for help. Voice shaking, eyes overflowing with liquid. And yet

Among many. The words struck Ryoka again. Justprinted words.

Erin is dead.

Lyonette clarified it. Butthat was how she said it. Not neither dead nor alive. Not more hopeful words. Because those said that she would recover. And the truth was that even the [Doctor] didnt know how. And

Ilvriss is trying to find a potion or artifact. Saliss has made what he thinks is an antidote. Everyone is looking for a way to revive her.

But no one knows what to do. Ryoka. If you read this before the party, please, respond.

Do something if you can.

Ryoka read again. She saw it, clear as if the [Princess] had sent a picture. More than a superior healing potion. More than just poison.

More than a mortal wound. Bring her back. After her body was frozen. After she was

Impossible. Ryoka knew half of what Geneva did. A quarter. And she knew no science from her world would save Erin.

Even a Wall Lords treasury had nothing immediate. Ryoka thought all this. Then she read again.

And again.

Erin is dead.

Jericha waited six minutes. Then eight. After nine, she counted down the next minute in her head. On ten minutes exactly, she cleared her throat.

Miss Ryoka Griffin?

The Wind Runner said nothing. She was notcrying. Jericha slightly bent to make sure of that. She looked at Ryoka. But the young woman lookedthe [Aide] hesitated. And then reached out to touch Ryokas shoulder.

In the inn, below, Tyrion was waiting at the breakfast table being served personally by the [Innkeeper]. In the light of things, it was probably not the place to be. But there wasnt exactly another place large enough to accommodate his escort.

Father! Father, come on

Sammial was trying to drag his father out of his seat, not wanting to wait.

Sit down, Sammial. We will wait for Jericha to summon Miss Griffin. A [Lord]a man does not simply walk into a ladys room

He was turning to admonish his son as Hethon reached for a crusty piece of fluffy bread made with baked soda.

A scream tore through the inn. Hethons hand jerked. Tyrion stood in a moment, hand on his sword. He halted the bodyguards as they surged for the stairs.

It was a female voice. Ryokas? Hethon stared at his father. Tyrion looked towards the stairs. He waited.

No second scream. No more sound. He waitedthen nodded to one of the female [Bodyguards]. She ascended the stairs, and came down in less than twenty seconds. She gave Lord Tyrion a nod.

The two boys had no idea what the nod meant. Tyrion did. He sat back down. He did not reach for the bread. The [Innkeeper] stared upwards. The [Lord] simply waited.

After ten minutes, Ryoka Griffin went downstairs.

-

It was the sixth worst breakfast Hethon and Sammial had ever sat through. They were bouncing with questions. One comment from Jericha made them realize this was not the time.

Lord Tyrion had bowed to Ryoka. In his way, he had asked if she wished food, or to be underway. Ryoka had greeted him, sat down.

Shed eaten breakfast. It had garlic in it and Hethon liked it a lot. It was as puffy as some of the best [Baker]s bread and there was a fine repast.

Ryoka Griffin said nothing. Or rathershe responded mechanically. Lord Tyrion only buttered his roll. Ate with efficiency as Sammial babbled questions that Jericha kept shushing.

This is so tasty. Why is it so puffy? Whats baked soda got to do with it? Whats soda? Whats a sl

Hethon kicked his brother under the table. Sammial kicked back and forgot his question. Jericha went into the kitchen; she did not sit to dine, obviously. Ryoka was a rare exception. Although, Tyrion had made sure his bodyguards were eating in shifts. The female [Bodyguard] was surreptitiously chewing on her own fresh, hot garlic bread.

Its baking soda, Lord Sammial. Some alchemical invention you use in food. Very safe. We had it tested of course.

Naturally, Jericha. Inquire about the manufacture.

Of course, Lord Veltras. Already done. I believe it is already being sold by [Alchemists] in major cities.

Alchemists made this? But healing potions taste bad.

Sammial was impressed. Hethon stared at Ryoka. He couldnt help but remember the scars from the crossbow bolts. She was also very pretty. Of courseso was Jericha. And many of the [Ladies]and his mother. But different.

Her face was so blank, though. He wanted to ask who had died. Jericha had only said that it was Miss Griffins friend and obviously, dont bring it up.

Yes. Quite. If it produces this quality of bread, I imagine every [Baker] will see a demand for it.

Tyrions voice was as stiff as his back. He was slightly uncomfortable in his sons presence. They did not often breakfast together; the sons rarely waking up as soon as their father. But Lord Tyrion had not missed a meal, not been out of his sons presence for more than an hour since their recovery.

Hethon was all betterhe wished theyd stop treating him like he was glass. But Sammials cough had come back. And it wouldnt go away. Sometimes he couldnt breatheso the [Healer] was here and

made it.

The young [Lord]all three of them looked around. Ryoka Griffin stared at the roll.

Excuse me, Miss Ryoka?

Lord Tyrion spoke, very graciously giving her a lot of deference and not asking she use his noble title. Hethon hadnt seen him do that with anyone before. Ryoka muttered again.

My friend made it. Baking soda.

Your friend?

An [Alchemist] made it for us. Another friend. But my friend asked her to.

By friend, Miss Griffin

Jericha had looked over sharply. With keen interest. Lord Tyrions eyes flickered. The Wind Runner whispered.

The one who died.

Fifth worst meal ever. Hethon stopped eating the bread and decided to have some sausage instead. Sammial opened his mouth to ask a question and his father looked at him.

Miss Griffin. If you would like to rest

I have to go to the party.

Hethon wondered if she was ready for the party. Certainly, even Tyrion looked slightly confused. But he nodded.

At once, then. Two minutes, Hethon, Sammial.

If you would like a tonic, Miss Ryoka

Jericha murmured discretely. Ryoka looked up.

Im fine.

Certainlythere were no tears. She was not weeping, or shouting or

Hethon knew mourning. He had seen it after his mother died. He had seen grief. Ryoka Griffin just looked blank. Of course, he had seen that too. But he had expected more after thatscream. So filled with anguish.

The sun was shining brightly, just rising in the early morning. It had yet to rise over Liscor, where the High Passes blocked the sun. But it was bright enough here. It had been a glorious summer day. The longest day of the year, skies blue, warm

Lord Veltras! We may be under attack! It began just

Hethon saw a shield blowing past his face. A man was actually flung off his feet by the gale-force winds howling around the inn. The young [Lord] looked over his shoulder.

Wind Runner.

Ryoka started as she saw the howling gale. The inn had been so well-madeand perhaps the Skills of this [Innkeeper] so good, she hadnt heard the shouting or felt the wind blowing. She looked out.

The gusts of air and screaming breeze stopped. The escort of three-dozen of House Veltras finest stopped sheltering and looked at her.

Two of the carriages had been blown over. The wind had destroyed part of the stableseverything around the inn for thirty feet had been ravaged. Nothing past that.

Sammial and Hethon stared as Ryoka began to apologize. Lord Tyrion just shook his head.

Pay for the damages, Jericha. Inspect the carriages axles. Hitch up the horses. We ride for Riverfarm. I intend to get there within the hour.

-

And so they did. It was hardly as if Sammial and Hethon were unused to travel in general, or this; theyd been moving for the last five days. It was easier with Ryoka not lying in the spare carriage; they could all sit in one.

Another impropriety in the normally perfect delineation between noble and commoner. Neither son complained, though. Normally only Jericha or Ullim would ever ride inside the carriage.

Both boys kept staring at Ryoka as they rode. Gone was the howling wind; now, a strong breeze gave the horses relief as they carried the carriage forwards. If anything, they were amused by how she reacted to their mode of travel.

Well get to Riverfarm, forty miles away so soon?

Yes, Miss Griffin. There are ways of travelling that far that quickly, magical teleportation aside.

If Jericha was expecting Ryoka to blink at that, the City Runner nodded.

I know. Ive seen Magnolia Reinharts carriage andother vehicles that move that fast. But this doesnt look like that level of enchanted carriage.

Apparently the Wind Runner had flown on her last stage of her trip! Through the typhoon! Hethon wanted to askagain, not the time.

At other vehicles, Jericha did the peering thing she did with the spectacles that Hethon liked, but Ryoka was too distracted to notice.

I see. Howeverthat will not be necessary. Lord Veltras, the carriage is ready.

Very well, Jericha. Ride with Miss Ryoka and my sons. Hethon. Sammial. You are to give Miss Griffin peace.

That was an odd statement to Ryokauntil she realized something.

Theyd attached the carriage to Lord Tyrions horse. She stared as the man rode, on a unique contraption.

You seeLord Veltras is a superior rider. By this means, we can easily reach Riverfarm within the hour. It is an honor few are granted.

To make a [Lord] into, well, a [Driver]! Hethon hadnt understood until now why they normally rode in a regular carriage. Sammial bounced up and down. He loved the sensation of speed.

And it can go forty miles an hour? What about eighty?

Tyrions head turned back to Ryoka.

I can reach that speed. In a carriage it would be difficult. That will not be necessary today, I believe. Nor will I attempt it, Sammial.

There are those who believe such speeds will inevitably destroy vehicles, unless they are relic-class, Lords Hethon, Sammial.

Jericha adopted her lecturing tone of voice; she often supplemented their [Tutors]. Ryoka made a sound. Hethon glanced at her. She just looked out the window as if it were normal to see the ground blur so.

Another clue. If Ryoka Griffins mind was like static. If the world were turned upside down.

If Erin was deadshe was taking it pretty well. Look how well she was taking it. Ryoka hadnt tossed herself in front of the carriage. Or stabbed herself with the butter knife. Shed blown the winds by accident.

She was perfectly. Calm.

Tyrion Veltras, riding with his escort around him, boosted by his Skills, watched as, beyond him, the wind snapped the branches of the trees of a nearby forest. He forbade comment.

Ryoka Griffin sat there, listening to Sammial asking if he could try a flying carpethow fast did they go? And so on. She was just

Relaxed. Amazed at how steady she was. Because she would not panic. She would not weep.

Not now.

The Summer Solstice.Ivolethe. All Ryoka Griffin had to do was

Bring.

Erin.

Back.

If she failed, she could break into pieces. Teriarch. She had to talk to Teriarch! Maybe hed be there. He had promised. Surely. He had mended her heart. What was a frozen body to a Dragon? No, wait, he definitely had some grand healing artifact. Shed trade anything he wanted for it. Anything in the world. Surely

What if it failed? Maviola wasnt there. And Magnolia

If she failedif

Erin was dead.

Calm. Ryoka inhaled.

It was a long ride, for how short it was. In time, Jericha saw fit to press Ryoka. Gently. But she had to. She let Hethon and Sammial fight over the Box of Wonders where they were conjuring armies to fight each other.

No fair. You cant use [Knights]!

Says who? Stop using [Mages], then, Sammy.

Miss Ryoka. I feel at this moment I must clarify some matters with you.

Jericha spoke. Sammial and Hethon glanced up, listening covertly. Ryoka started.

Im fine. What? Sorry.

The [High Mage] gave Ryoka a moment. But she was insistent.

Miss Ryoka. Lord Veltras considers his debt to you a matter of honor. Few occasions would ever merit his attendance on such short notice. Let alone unasked, with his sons recently recovered

Were fine, Jericha.

Sammial belied that by coughing. The [Aide] dipped her head, but she looked back at Ryoka.

I understand this is a huge honor. Thank you. I cannot be more grateful.

Ryoka looked like she was speaking through a numb face. Jericha nodded slowly.

And Lord Veltras has met withEmperor Godart. However, as his aide, I would like to know what this partyis. As well as any possible dangers to Lord Veltras. We have been receiving [Messages] from a Lady Rie Valerund instructing us of a number of oddities. I understand there will be guests of the Unseen Empire. Strange guests indeed. Moreoverthere will be danger. Lord Hethon and Lord Sammial will not be endangered.

It was not a question. Ryoka jerked, glanced up. Jericha adjusted her glasses, looking at Ryoka again. The young woman hadnt changed into her clothes or equipped her artifacts. Even thenthe spectacles were enchanted with a number of powerful spells.

It was true what Jericha saw, or else Ryoka Griffin was at least Level 40 or had some kind of magical artifact of a relic-tier embedded into her body. Well, with how much the [Healer] had pulled out of her stomach, Jericha doubted that.

Even so. Oddity beyond oddity. Lord Tyrion was listening in via speaking stone, over the rush of wind from outside the carriage as he rode.

He had not cared. Debt was debt. But the more Jericha had investigatedfirst as a rote matter, and to protect Miss Griffins associates, the more curious both had become.

She. Had. No. Levels.

Not classes. Not Skills. Tyrion had first assumed she was some kind of expert [Rogue], but Jericha had found nothing even after upgrading the [Appraisal] spell.

Similarlyno one knew Ryoka Griffin. Oh, Celum did. Invrisil. Liscor. But no one knew where she had come from before Celum. No one had any identity of her family, her past

Jericha had searched her possessions and found nothing extremely unique. But the fact remained that the Five Families would normally be able to identify most common peoples roots down to when theyd first developed baby teeth.

The levels were one thing. The fact that she commanded the wind without, extraordinary. But not unheard of! That would have been enough to interest Tyrion. But there was her connection with the [Emperor]. The inn.

She had woken the Archmage of Izril. She had delivered to the High Passes, to a Grand Magus thought long dead. She had run the Bloodfields.

And she carried a bag of holding of such superlative quality that Tyrion had considered it would have upgraded his personal gear if hed replaced his with it.

Of course, a lot of this was explainable. Tyrion was no fool. Ryoka was obviously the beneficiary of patronage from Grand Magus Eldavin. She had earned it through bravery, as he himself had witnessed. She had attracted Magnolia Reinharts attention, though, and that he could not readily explain. Perhaps Magnolia was headhunting, but she had taken an unusual interest in Ryoka.

Now, he listened as Ryoka replied to Jericha.

There isdanger. Im sorry. I would have said as much. The kids

I am Lord Sammial Veltras! Not a k

Muffled, Jericha soothing Sammials wounded pride. Ryoka went on.

The kids should not go to thefull party.

So the missive indicates. Will they be safe?

From the guests, yes. They would be anyways. They dont hurt children.

The guests? Lord Tyrion checked his equipment. He had brought the Aegis of Veltras, the personal shield his family carried, as well as his personal dueling sword and lances. He had his armor on. And his guard could have slain a hundred [Assassins] in open combat by themselves.

But he feared [Assassins] and poison, which he realized he had few defenses against. Jericha pressed Ryoka.

What guests are these?

Theyrestrange folk. I cant explain fully.

Im afraid you must, Miss Griffin. Lord Veltras will not allow his sons to be placed in more danger. Nor he himself.

They behavedifferently. Listen. There are rules. Dont promise them anything. Dont agree to anything. Be respectful

Djinni rules? Are these djinni?

No. But thats a good way of thinking of them. Djinni that you cannot offend. Just as powerful, too.

Tyrion shifted in his saddle. And the mystery deepened.

I understand there will both be [Witches] and Goblins, albeit kept safely under guard. Both of which areunusual?

To understate things. Ryoka started.

Oh. Them. Yes. They should be fine.

I want to see a Goblin! Why dont we kill them, Jericha? Theyre Goblins.

Sammy again. Lord Tyrion listened with impatience, but the ethics of Emperor Lakens personal choice regarding Goblins distracted the conversation for twenty whole minutes. And they were already moving into Riverfarm by the time they got back on track. And in that timeT/his chapter is updated by nov(ê(l)biin.co/m

In the name of the Unseen Emperor, halt! Is that House V

So this is the play Ive heard so

One of the [Lords] of the House of El exclaimed before his voice went dead. He spoke on, then looked around, miffed.

A Terland couple experienced the same thing as they entered Eltistimans [Cone of Silence]. The air turned dark around the stage and those who wished to attend the play found comfortable, padded seats or the grass was waiting for them.

The Players of Celum existed in a world of their ownaudible from afar, but with a theatre set up.

A copy of the [Grand Theater]. And when Wesle strode onto the stagemore people turned and drifted over. Curious about the famous play.

What a grand day. Midmorning and the party began. It would be a long day. The longest day.

Behind the curtains, the Players were preparing, focused only on making every play the best. The B-team waited; theyd rotate in and out throughout the day, giving the [Actors] time to mingle and relax.

Oh, Thomast! We have to see the play again! But do get me some unpoisoned wine! And the gelato! And

Bethal was tugging her husband to multiple places at once as the [Knights] half-followed. Half had been downed already; Ser Kerrig was sitting at a Go board and playing one of House Veltras guards. Of course, many of the security were spaced out, but theyd trade places with those attending the party.

And there was a camel you could ride! And an Oliphant over there and

Hethon and Sammial were running about as Jericha raced after them, trying to do and see everything at once. They were laughing, and people were meeting each other around them in hilarious or strange encounters that Hethon would have happily watched if there werent all these entertainments!

-

Tall one, arent you?

Dawil stared up at Durene. She turned aroundand aroundthen stared down. The Dwarf looked up at the half-Troll girl. The [Paladin] nearly dropped her drink.

Oh, dead gods! Are you a Dwarf?

Never met one of us? You a half-Troll? Names Dawil.

D-Durene.

They shook hands as they stared at each other.

-

Lady Ieka stomped through the crowd, looking for Bethal so she could shove the [Lady] into something. She saw the [Lady] standing in front of a cake and advanced.

Lady Imarris, isnt it? Ah, I didnt know from behind. A pleasure again.

She turned at the familiar voice.

Erill?

Lord Erill Fienst bowed slightly. He regarded Ieka with a touch of wariness, and she felt her heart jump for a second. But then she smiled.

A delight to see you, Lord Erill. I see you made it to this gathering as well?

Per your request. Im simply happy all this business with that damned Circle is done with.

A warning tone. Ieka frozethen nodded.

Quite. And who have we here?

She stared a touch blankly at the tall, bearded fellow with a smile. He looked likean adventurer?

Typhenous, at your service, Lady Imarris. Gold-rank adventurer. May I say, I have been such a huge admirer of House Imarris magical acumen?

Oherthank you.

Bethal moved away and Ieka lost her opportunity for revenge. She regarded Typhenous a bit warily. Why was this Gold-rank adventurer courting the nobility? Or ratherwhy was Erill allowing it?

There were any number of socialites trying to bother the Flowers of Izril, but normally they were brushed offUlva was surrounded by Golems who practically threw anyone trying to bother her into the crowd. She was making for the gelatowith the intention of stealing a [Confectioner]. She wasnt the only one.

And yetLord Erill very politely nodded to Typhenous.

Griffon Hunt, a team employed by his Majesty. I dont know if you know of them? I was rather thinking we should sequester a table. Or perhaps watch the plays?

Typhenous chuckled. Ieka stared blankly at the [Merchant Lord] and her eyes flickered.

[Memo]. Youll want to listen to this, Ieka.

Her eyes flickered to Erills face. And she noticed no less than Lord Deilan El drifting over with two of his house.

Lord Erill. Lady Imarris. And who is this?

Deilan looked directly at Erill as Typhenous swept off his hat to bow deeply. None of the othersand two more nobles came over, one from Terland, one independentknew why Erill was throwing [Memos] around. But the [Merchant Lord] was known for his intuition. And all those attracted were of a certaininterest.

I have, in fact, seen all the performances performed by the Players of Celum. I encourage everyone to watch, of course. At least one play!

Really?

Iekas brows rose higher. This was a well-connected Gold-rank adventurer! Some of the other nobles also blinked. Typhenous was smiling.

Indeed. Well, I had the greatgreat honor to stay at the inn where they first originated.

For a moment, he looked old and tired andthen he smiled again.

The streets had their own way of doing things. As with Grevwell, the master of such things was currently talking with the head of one of the Five Families and half a dozen other nobles.

In fact, this innThe Wandering Innwas an extraordinary place. Truly. I dont know if youve heard of the [Innkeeper]. Or the wondrous inventions she came out with?

Ieka had heard that she was dead. Typhenous looked around, then produced something.

Well, among the other things, that fascinating bicycle as its called. Made by a guest of the inn, you see. Among other inventions. The same one the Wind Runner, Miss Ryoka Griffinanother dear friendrode?

The nobles stirred as the penny dropped. Lord Deilans eyes lit up.

Ah. The House of El has an order for several of those devices. But the backlog is going to be months. Weve been outbid by Chandrar, Baleros

The others grumbled. Erill just leaned forwards as Typhenous stroked his beard.

That is regrettable. But as it so happensI have some illustrations of the device from up-close. A young friend of mine may have brought somenotes.

Grev got a 20% cut. Typhenous didnt have more than sketches, however. You didnt sell the golden cow. But that was enough for the nobles to make him their best friend. Moreoverhe stroked his beard.

I happen to know the inventor myself. It may be that I could put in a private word. Even make introductions. Certainly, for the House of El. But this is a celebration! Let me not distract youalthough have you heard of the skateboards? Fascinating thing, really

The closer that Grev had smuggled to him was a single gear prototype in his pocket and some of the bike chain. Typhenous sat and stroked his beardwhat else was he to do on this day?

-

Revi was crying. She sat at a table and quite ruined anyones fun whenever they looked at her. She was not Typhenous; she hadnt even seen Halrac.

Briganda was letting Cade play. She hadnt known Erin as well and she was more concerned with her son, who could forget his sorrows and laugh.

But the [Summoner] could not. She could not enjoy this day. She was not the only one.

Erin Solstice had quite ruined the day for the others as well.

Ylawes stood with Delanay, eating nothing, just waiting. He might have royally burned a bridge between Byres and Veltras. But if he had, he didnt care.

A teary-eyed Falene sat at a table. Quitequite ruined.

The only reason Jasi didnt weep was because she was on stage. But when she did have cause to weep, as Juliet, the audience felt as though someone had truly died. The Players had never been realer.

More raw.

And yetit was today. This day. Hope was a guttering flame on a fading candle.

But it still burned. Because of the [Lady Firestarter]. Because of what had been put in place by the [Innkeeper].

Little sister. Why are you weeping?

Falene looked up. A lined face, white hairthe other half-Elf sat. She sniffed and wiped at her eyes.

Zedalien inclined his head to her. She replied, with the ritualistic greeting.

Im sorry, brotherits just, someone has died that I knew. That I respected.

I see. The same is true of me. Have you been long from the forests of home?

The older half-Elf spoke with formality, unlike a certain bug-eating half-Elf who wanted nothing to do with the traditions of their villages. Falene bowed slightly, recognizing him.

Not at all. Do I have the honor of addressing Zedalien? In service to the House of El?

Let us not be formal. Falene Skystrall.

He knew her. The half-Elf glanced around, but he was off-duty. This was a party. So he placed the bottle of wine on the table.

Shall we raise a cup to those we knew well, sister?

Yes, brother.

The two half-Elves drank. As those close to immortality did. The mortal lives passed too soon.

Too soon.

-

She was not dead. Ryoka Griffin stood there, waiting. Searching the trees on the outskirts of Riverfarm. Looking about

Until she was interrupted.

Miss Griffin?

Tyrion Veltras. Unlike Deilan and Ulva, he had not gone far. Socializing. Partying. Libationsnone of those words fit Tyrion Veltras.

Lord Tyrion. Is something wrong?

Ryoka turned and tried to remember to bow. The [Lord] looked at her. Uncertainshe noticed a tiny flicker of it in his eyes. His face could have been one of the statues in Riverfarm for all it moved.

You had to watch for the tiny clues. The [Lord] sketched another bow.

You appear to be waiting for the visitors.

I amthat is, Im sure theyll arrive.

They had to. Ryoka bowed in reply, as awkward as the [Lord].

Please, dont mind me. I hope your sons and you can enjoy the party.

I will endeavor to.

Tyrion lied. He regarded Ryoka as she went back to standing. After a second, he coughed into one fist.

Miss Ryoka. Youve been standing there for quite some time.

She blinked again.

Have I? Im just waiting

You have been standing there for nearly an hour.

This time Ryokas head swiveled around. She had? Her head was filled with cotton. She was justwaiting.

Im sorry. Ill just stand here longer, if thats okay.

Tyrion eyed her.

Would you at least care to move elsewhere?

Was he being courteous of her? Ryoka hesitated.

Im fine, really.

I see. However, I am indebted towards you, Miss Griffin.

She turned to face Lord Veltras.

And I am exceptionally grateful, Lord Tyrion. But you dont have a debt. This is all I wished for. Just this. Please, enjoy yourself.

I do not believe I can. Nor do I believe my debt is fulfilled. What you did was no small thing.

God, he was so stubborn about honor and debts! And he had no tact! Thus spoke the pot of the kettle. She just wanted to be left alone!

But reluctantly, she nodded. Lord Tyrion scanned the area as Ryoka moved, stumbling a bit.

Your guestsseem to be a strange lot.

Theyre rude, dangerous bastards.

Ryoka replied before she caught herself. She bit her tonguebut she was beyond caring, really. Tyrion stared at her.

Isee. And this eventyou have no interest in anything here? I see gelato and treats that I would have assumed cost a fortune.

Not the ice cream. You can make it if you want. Its cheap. I gave the recipe to Magnolia Reinhart. Thats why she was interested in me.

So you can take that and leave me alone. Please?

Lord Tyrion twitched slightly at Magnolias name. His head swung back to Ryoka.

Youknew the recipe?

I did. Do you want it? I gave it to Magnolia and I regret it. One more of the Five Families cant hurt.

Ryokas mouth ran on her anxiety, pain, and annoyance. Tyrion Veltras hesitated.

I am sure Sammial and Hethon would be delighted. You are notan ally of Magnolia Reinhart? I had heard otherwise.

Shes manipulative, pushy, and she doesnt show up for parties. She and I are quits. I just dont want to kill her, thats all.

Had Tyrions lip actually twitched in a smile at that first part? He turned away.

I see.

Tyrion! Tyrionoh. You have company.

Lord Pellmia staggered over to Tyrion in a miniature sugar-high. He blinked at Ryoka. Tyrion turned to Pellmia.

Lord Pellmia, let me introduce Ryoka Griffin, the Wind Runner to whom House Veltras is indebted.

Well, dont let me bother you. A pleasure, Miss Griffin. Youve done much for Izril. As has the late Maviola El.

Thank you.

Ryoka wanted to go back. Or drown herself in the melted ice cream. Pellmia looked at Tyrion and Ryoka.

Did you have something to speak to me of, Pellmia?

I was going to say you had to see these plays! But I wouldnt want to interrupt

The Players of Celum are famous. Why dont I let you twoIll just eat something. Food.

Ryoka saw her chance and backed up. Lord Tyrion half-nodded as he saw Ryoka heading towards a table. Pellmia watched Ryoka go, then, wincing, turned to Tyrion.

Apologies, Tyrion.

For what?

The [Lord] looked at Pellmia blankly. The other, older [Lord], eyed him, and then decided they should go back to the play.

-

Ryoka stared at a shrimp. It stared back. She had no idea who had brought shrimp, or from where. If she had inquired, she would have learned it was the group from Invrisil, who had access to seafood, as well as House Veltras coastal holdings whod helped bring some.

Ryoka? Ryoka! Im so glad youre okay!

The City Runner nearly kissed the shrimp as someone slammed into her then seized her in a hug.

Dustrider Charlay hugged the Wind Runner. Alevica and Delanay were also in tow, mainly swept up in Charlays good mood.

Charlay?

Ryoka blinked. Charlay was beaming.

Its so good to see you! I thought you were dead! I was trying to help and I fought [Assassins]! And leveled up! You should have seen meand Alevica helped out! I knew she had a good heart! Actually, I thought she was evil, but

Let go of Ryoka, Charlay.

Alevica stabbed Charlay in the side with a wand. The Centaur did. Ryoka stood, swaying a bit, and saw the [Witch].

So you made it.

Yes. Hello, Alevica. Thanks foreverything.

The [Witch] eyed Ryoka.

You look like youre still dead. And you look like youre about to rip your heart out. Good thing Belavierr isnt here.

Ryoka jerked at the name. Alevica saw her emotions as clearly asCharlays face fell.

Oh. Someone said that you um, lost someone. Are you okay, Ryoka?

No.

Ah.

The Centauress hesitated, dancing on her hooves. She didnt know. The somber Emergency Runner on the other handRyoka blinked.

Delanay? You came?

The young man tipped his hat to her.

House dArtien received an invitation. I thought it was only fittingand I thought wed meet. I forgot you knew Dusty Charlay.

Ill kick you, Delanay!

Charlay adjusted her back hooves, scowling. Delanay moved out of the way.

And you know the Witch Runner. A number of the interesting City Runners, in short.

I didnt know you knew the Hunters Guilds brat, Ryoka.

Alevica and Delanay stared at each other. No love lost between the descendant of [Witch Hunters] and [Vampire Hunters] and a [Witch] herself. Alevica smiled. Delanay tipped his hat.

We dont conduct witch hunts any more, Miss Alevica.

Witches have long memories. Delanay.

Do they remember why they were necessary?

At any other time, Ryoka would have been worried. Trying to defuse the situation, or sweating bullets. Now? She was just looking around.

Did Fierre come, Delanay?

The wrong person to ask. The Emergency Runner shifted to look at Ryoka and his hand twitched.

No. I have yet to meet her. We were all at the inn whenIm sorry. I was inside, and I didnt think to go outside. Miss Solstice had left the city on foot

Ryoka felt sick. She hadnt known the details. And Delanay? He stopped, seeing her face.

I apologize. I shouldnt bring this up.

Charlay looked from face to face, uncomprehending. Alevica just stared at Ryokas emotions, observing in her own way. Ryoka shook her head.

Nono. I dont know howhow did it happen?

Perhaps its better to say in some privacy. Withsome drinks.

Delanay glanced around at the merry faces, his expression somber. Ryoka nodded.

Ill uh, get drinks!

Charlay raced off, all too eager to escape the conversation. Alevica just snorted. She looked at Ryoka.

You actually pulled it off. I had to stick around and see. Incidentallywere square. Understand?

Yep. Thank you.

Wellgood.

The Witch Runner hesitated. She turned on her heel, as if to leave, and turned back abruptly.

Have you spoken to Eloise? You might. Shes probably got a tea for you or something.

No. Im waiting for the guests.

Alevica and Delanay both looked at Ryoka. Neither one knew what she meant. But soon, Charlay was racing back with ales, and Delanay gestured to a table.

Why dont we sit. And Ill tell you what happened.

Ryoka nodded. She drifted after Delanay. Someone else followed.

Tell me, too.

Alevica started. She hadnt spotted the figure just standing there. She nearly grabbed her wand. Halrac stared at her.

He had a week-old beard. He didnt look like hed eaten. Or washed. OrRyoka stared at him.

Halrac?

Tell me how Erin died.

That was all the [Scout] said. Delanay looked at Halrac warily, then tipped his hat.

This way.

The Gold-rank adventurer grabbed Ryokas shoulder before she could follow the other Runners. His grip was painful. Ryoka looked at him. He looked as lost as she feltbut there was something in his eyes.

Typhenous had found him before going off to hobnob. The [Scout] had the same glint as when he was drawing an arrow back to loose.

Typhenous told me Erin might be saved. What do you need to do?

Wait. Lakenhis Majestys visitors need to arrive.

His grip tightenedthen released. Halrac stepped back, nodded once.

If I can help, tell me.

Okay.

They followed Delanay in silence. And as the party progressed, midday slowly progressed towards noon. But slowly.

It was the longest day, after all.

-

Blackmage, or Aaron Vanwell, sat in his rooms. Tinkering with his iPhone. He was depressed.

The [Innkeeper] was dead.

He did not know her. But Montressas desperate plea had hit Wistram and sent eddies of the event through the Academy.

And of courseconsequences. Aaron was part of the Revivalist faction. Theirs, in a sense, but he was also placed to listen to Archmage Nailihuailes unguarded insights.

And she. Was. Pissed.

Not only was it clear that Montressa and Bezaleboth of whom owed loyalty to the Scriptels and Revivalists, who were alliedhad been hiding news of the [Innkeeper]s existence, theyd failed to protect her.

Now one of the most valuable Earthers was dead. Aaron himself had been reviewing all the rumors and stories of The Wandering Inn. Hed seen the war in Invrisil.

And batman. Who was, in fact, Ryoka Griffin. The Wind Runner of Reizmelt. Exceptionally cool. In fact, someone whod lived up to his expectations of her.

Shed flown. With a glider! And she had command of wind magic! Wistram knew her name too. They wanted her as much as they had wanted Erin.

Unfortunately, shed been in a coma and then under the direct protection of House Veltras, whom even Wistram Academy didnt want to anger.

Stillshe was a Runner. Aaron opened the iPhone, wondering if he could try connecting the magitech amplifier that Naili was working on soon. In theory, it would allow him unparalleled range on the iPhone. But you still had to figure out how to call other devices using the software, not a linking spell.

The way Wistram did it wascrude. Aaron had thought it was amazing when it first happened, but it really was just like sending a mass-ping to every device. Nothing subtle at all. They could connect to all iPhones, but making it individual wastricky.

To connect to batman, theyd just traced the link back to her iPhone. They had to manually connect each time. It wasnt nearly as efficient as an actual iPhone. If only you could build a network.

And if only you didnt need at least eighteen mages to form the spell! Aaron couldnt, say, call Ryoka right now and warn her. He wanted to.

He had mixed feelings about her inevitable spiriting to Wistram. On one handhe could really use someone with her perspective here, like Cara. On the other handshe would stay here.

More Earthers had arrived, like that Troy kid, who was an actual [Mage]and a good one! But they wouldnt leave. AlsoAaron was worried.

Wistram had collected so many Earthers, and now Naili had let slip they wanted to move onto the next step soon. As ominous sayings wentthat was top of Aarons list.

But what could they do? Aaron had not been able to save Erin. She had been dead before the other [Mages] had even [Messaged] Montressa. Before someone had even told him she was in danger.

Too fast. Why didnt magic let you bring people back from the dead? Heal? There were so many questions.

So many consequences. Montressa was dead to the Revivalists. The Academy was sending her replacementshad been already. And calling every [Mage] they could here. Great [Mages] who seldom returned to the academy were enroute.

And Aaron was relatively helpless amid all of this. The Earthers were. And they still had no idea why they were here. Or what they could do.

The young man closed up his iPhone. All this was not new. And yet

It was today. Aaron sat there, on his bed, in his room. And he waited.

He had been waiting for this day for half a year.

-

The time was slipping by. The sun fading. And yetno one came. No wind stirred the trees. No one was coming.

Ryoka drifted through the party, trying not to throw up the food and drink shed eaten. Her head was spinning.

Delanay had told her the events, simply, without elaboration. Ryoka wished she hadnt heard.

How quick. Howwrong. Why like that?

Erin.

Where were they? Ryoka dragged at her hair. Around her, people were having fun. But Laken Godart had retired to his personal home. He, like her, seemed to be waiting.

Waiting for

Whats a slut? Are you one?

A familiar voice made Ryoka do a double-take. Sammial was asking one of the [Tumblers]. The woman stared at the boy.

Sammy!

Hethon dragged him away. Face flushed. Sammy tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

Stop dragging me, Hethon! You dont know either! Stop pretending like you do!

I know youre not supposed to ask! You asked that half-Elf, Lady Imarrisyoure going to get us in trouble!

No one will answer me! Lady Ieka just told me to ask Lady Wuvren.

Ryoka stared at the two boys. They spotted her and looked uncertain.

Its the Wind Runner. Are we allowed to ask her questions?

Hethon muttered to Sammial. The boy huffed.

Who cares? Shes not as fun as all of this! I want to ride the Oliphant!

He nearly ran off, but his older brother had a grip on his arm. He had to; theyd already lost poor Jericha. The [Aide] might be a trained warrior and so on, but she was no match for running children on a sugar and excitement-high, racing through the crowd and squeezing through gaps she could never manage.

Before the two boys could run towards one of the tame Elephants being carefully led around an area by the [Beast Master], Ryoka reached out and grabbed them by the shoulders.

Stop.

She still felt sick-empty-waiting. But someone had to stop the two. Especially Sammial. The boys looked up.

What?

Ryoka Griffin squatted down. This was surely not the place or time. But

To hell with it.

Hethon and Sammials jaws dropped, Sammys in delight. Ryoka sighed.

Okay. Sammial, you want to know what a slut is? It meanssomeone, a female, usuallywho has sex with other people. Sometimes for money. But its an insult that means you have sex a lot. Its not a nice word. And asking someone what it means is exceptionally rude. Calling someone that is a terrible insult. Understand?

She didnt want to explain sex to the boys. But Hethon looked appalled and Sammial exhaled.

Oh. Is that what it means?

Yes. So dont say it, okay?

Fine. I thought it meant something better! So that City Runner said that you and father

Sammials forehead wrinkled as he thought about what Persua had said of Ryoka.

Oh. No wonder Jericha smacked her. Okay. She should have been beaten twice as much!

Apparently, he knew what sex was. The little [Lord] glowered. Ryoka sighed.

Good. Just dont ask

She was straightening when she saw Jerichas wrathful face. The woman was standing right behind her.

Ryoka flinched. Hethon and Sammial looked up.

They saw the angry caretaker and ran.

MissRyoka Griffin. What are you teaching Lord Hethon and Lord Sammial?

Erlanguage?

The boys shot out of sight. Jericha looked like she needed a stamina potion. She elected not to go right after them and glared at Ryoka.

And why did you decide to teach them that crude word?

Because no one else would? And they kept asking people. Im sorrybut someone had to tell them or that kid, Sammial, would have asked Ulva Terland or someone.

Ryoka held up her hands. Jericha blanched at the thought.

That would not have beenappropriate. I see. WellUllim would normally have instructed the boys!

Is he here? I dont know who that is.

No, but

The [Aide] looked put out. Ryoka stared at her.

Im sorry. Someone had to tell them. And you didnt. Dont they have other caretakers?

The woman hesitated.

Lord Sammial can bedifficult. His aura, his naturehe lost his mother at a young age. Few can resist his commands. I am one of them, but most [Carers], no. We have made attempts. But Ullim and I are his main guardians. And Lord Veltras is often indisposed.

Poor kids. Ryoka had a flash of nostalgia herself. Give Sammial a few years and some of Earths culture and hed be doing the same stuff she did. Jericha looked at Ryoka in silence. After a moment, she blew out her cheeks.

Well, I suppose Lord Sammial will stop asking. Is all to your satisfaction, Miss Griffin? Lord Tyrion bade me check.

Almost.

Ryoka lied. She had not seen the fae. And theyshe looked up at the sky. It was already evening?

The day was running out. And the fae had not arrived. Ryoka stared up at the orange sky in despair. But it was the Summer Solstice! She had doneeverything Teriarch had suggested.

But he hadnt been sure. Maybemaybe that was it. Ryoka had done everything right. And sometimes it wasnt enough.

What else could she do? Ryoka closed her eyes, trying to think.

The statues? Wheres

She spun. A sudden thought of panic striking her. Had Laken? Shed asked about the gifts, the bribes, the things Teriarch had planned. But what about

Ryoka went running. Jericha wavered between her, the two kids, and decided to have a cupcake.

The Wind Runner ran. Laken had forgotten to

She found the statue of Ivolethe in the gazebo. Ryoka stared up at the carved face. The inscription.

The Winters Savior, Ivolethe.

It was made of stone. And it was not the only one. Laken Godart had commissioned multiple statues of her. Ryoka fell to her knees. She could almost see her friend again. The sculptors had based it on the little, frozen statue.

She took it out now, put it on the pedestal upon which the large statue stood. Ryokas head bowed. The statues were here.

Tyrion, Deilan, and Ulva were here.

The party was in full-swing.

Laken had invited them.

Everything was ready. But Erin was dead. The world was not right. Ryoka rested her head on the cold marble. Tears ran down her cheeks at last.

Barelle the Bard took the stage. Even the Players of Celum were silent. The [Bard] raised his harp. To sing of the [Innkeeper] of Liscor.

The Wandering Inn.

It was exactly evening, the sun caught midway before it fell completely from the horizon. Ryoka Griffin wept.

Barelle touched the glowing string of magic on his harp.

And the lights.

Went.

Out.

-

Luan was around an peninsula when he heard the shouting. He turned his head and groaned.

Not them again.

A Lizardfolk crew appeared as their [Invisibility] spell ran out on their canoe. Luan had suspected he was being followed.

It wasnt exactly as if theyd been the stealthiest thing on the waves. He could see something breaking the surf and the motions of paddles.

What was more, he knew this Lizardfolk crew. They were one of the first groups to try to go after him. [Bounty Hunters] with access to spells and artifacts.

Alsostubborn as could be.

We have you this time, Luan! Give up!

The leader brandished a wand. Luan shouted back.

Would you get lost? You know you cant catch me!

No! Its personal! Youve gotten away from us four times! Do you know how much gold weve spent?

Theyd tried to ambush him four times, at sea and on land. One time, the Bushrangers had kicked them about but spared them. Luan rolled his eyes.

I guess Ill just turn back, then. Hold on

He began to swing left, to shore. The Lizardfolk stirred.

Wait, is he actually going to do it? That worked?

Luans paddles dipped in the water as he turnedthen he shot away.

[Time of the Olympian]!

His personal Skill. The [Expert Rower] took off, as if he were performing his best ever. The Lizardfolk shouted and tried to go after him.

Hes running! Get him! Attack! Attack!

One of them used a [Haste] scroll on the group. The canoe, propelled by multiple hands, shot after Luan. But he was fast.

Were going to lose him again! How is he so

Luan grinned as he heard them fading away already. His Skill had more than one effect. But mainlyit was to replicate his best performance. With Skills included. Every time he broke his record, he moved faster. And hed be fresh after finishing his max-speed and max-distance row.

That was his capstone Skill. The [Expert Rower] rounded the peninsula, ready to lose the [Bounty Hunters] again.

That was when the [Fireball] hit the water in front of him and the explosion and water spout rocked his boat. Luan sworeswerved desperatelyand the second [Fireball] hit the water.

You wont get away, Luan!

The Lizardfolks leader had aimed wide on purpose. Luan saw they had two Wands of Fireball. He swore.

Youre crazy! The Bushrangers will have your neck frills! Ill tell the Nagas on you!

That was a Lizardfolk threat. The [Bounty Hunters] hesitated.

Pull over!

Get lost!

Luan rowed desperately. The [Bounty Hunter]s leader cursed.

More fireballs! Dont hit himmake him go to land!

They took careful aim as a chase ensued. Luan was dodging fireballs, weaving back and forth as the [Bounty Hunters] tried to move him towards the shore.

Just slow down! Well only break your boat and your legs! You dont even need them to row! One leg! Thats all were asking!

Leave me alone!

Luan was sweating. They were clearly desperate and he had to watch the flashes of the incoming fireballs or be hit! They wanted to damage his boat. If they got an oar or

He was rowing further out to sea, to dare them into the bigger waves while weaving past a burning spell. They had to run out of charge on those wands!

That was when it happened.

On Izril. Over the party, as the [Bard] touched the magic chord and Ryoka wept.

In Wistram, as Aaron reached for a screwdriver hed made himself.

Above Liscor.

From distant Chandrar. As far north as could be. Even in the dark chamber far underground where the Blighted King stood with the [Mages] in front of the completed ritual spell.

They all felt it. They saw it.

High overhead

The sun went out.

It was fast. Luan saw the shadow sweep across the world. He looked up, shading his eyes

What the?

He saw a celestial body cross the sun. One of the moons! It was

-

An eclipse! Sire! The moment is now! Do we

Begin the ritual.

The Blighted King spoke. The [Mages] drew on their power. The ritual called for an eclipse. It was

-

Nothing to worry about, everyone! Just an eclipse.

Ryoka heard Barelle the Bard speaking as she stumbled back towards the party. There was still light of course; everything was just thrown into shadow. And indeed, it was a fast eclipse.

No one panicked. This was not a primitive people who saw this as some horrible celestial event. They had seen eclipses before.

It was almost a letdown. Almost. Across the world, people shaded their eyes, noting the eclipse. Would you look at that? The King of Destruction shaded his eyes and ordered a charge.

A few [Mages] felt magic fluctuate, altering their spells. But only the Blighted Kingdom used this moment.

Before Ryoka had reached the [Bard], the sun was already returning. Light swept across the ground and people laughed, calling to Barelle to ask if hed staged the thing.

The [Bard] just gave them a mysterious smile. Ryoka stopped, panting.

It was just an eclipse. But it mattered.

The light was restored. The sun shone. Ryoka Griffin looked around. Lord Tyrion half-rose. Her face.

The Wind Runner lookedhe strode towards her.

Miss Ryoka. Is something wrong?

She looked at him. Eyes bulging. Throat suddenly dry. Ryoka stuttered.

Theythey

They hadnt come. Tyrion didnt know what to say. He felt like hed failed, somehow. He shook his head.

There is still time, Miss Ryoka. Your visitors

Theyre here.

The Lord of House Veltras stopped. He looked at Ryoka Griffin. Then, slowly, looked at her eyes.

He traced their direction. And then he turned.

The rest of the mortal folk looked around. What was she?

Lady Ulva Terland lowered a cup. She blinked. Then her eyes focused on something.

A laughingmanwas sitting next to her. On the lap of one of the War Golems. His teeth were pointed. His voice was like spring and life.

He shone with the full radiance of what the half-Elves had lost. Zedalien rose. He saw them.

Standing on the stage. Grabbing food. Durene jerked as she saw someone ahead of her.

They had not been there a moment ago. The Fae had joined the gathering, unnoticed except by a few.

The [Witches] stood together, staring at a laughing figure who danced and pirouetted next to one of the [Tumblers] until she stopped, mystified by her double.

The Summer Court of the fae. Ryokas eyes filled with tears. They were here. This day

She saw a figure step out, in front of her. Ulva Terlands [Bodyguard] rose, about to cut down this intruder! Thenstopped.

My [Dangersense].

He let go of the blade. Ulva saw him back away. Then she saw another figure emerge.

A warrior, armored in frost. Faceless behind his visor. The [Bodyguard] stood like an ant before a mountain, frozen in fear.

The warrior turned to regard him. Ryoka saw more, standing as if they had always been there, silent figures among the dancing fae.

Some were humbler than others. A few shone like a second sun, in such radiance they hurt the eyes. Some were tricksters. Pranksters.

A few looked like winter. Ryokas eyes roamed over them all. But she did not see her friend.

And yetthey were here. And so were their guardians. Tyrion Veltras whirled about.

Theyre here.

He heard Ryoka Griffin whisper. Then the true party began. And it turned out all the wonders before it were like dust to what came after.

-

It was a day of meetings. And it would be a longer day still.

Luans boat rocked in a sudden swell of the waves. He adjusted his posture to stay uprightand suddenly, found himself on still waters.

As if the world were suddenly calm. The water like glass. The [Rower] looked around. And thensuddenlyahead.

Someone sat on the tiny prow of his vessel. Feet drifting through the water. The figure smiled at Luan.

Just as before.

-

Aaron grabbed the screwdriver and turned back. He jerked, dropping the screwdriver.

The figure sitting across from him made no move to catch it. Aaron stared.

You.

Hello again, Aaron. I told you we would meet today.

The young man looked around. No one had come through the door. No window had opened, no magic had been cast. Yet suddenly he had company. And he was not afraid. Not exactly. It was true, what the figure had said. Hismentor. Of sorts.

It was a promise.

-

Laken Godart sat in a private room, observing the party. He noticed the fae at the same time as Ryoka and jerked.

Verdammt! Theyre here!

He rose to his feet, shocked at the suddenness of it all. They were always so surprising. Even when you knew they would surprise. He began to stride for the door, using his [Emperor]s sight to navigate him as surely as if he had eyes.

His hand was on the doorknob when the young man stopped.

Laken Godarts head turned. His eyes were closed. But they opened a fraction, now. As if to see. He spoke, quietly.

Is someone there?

He waited, heart suddenly beating fast. He sensednothing. Just an empty room. But it was today.

And he had felt this once before. The [Emperor] turned. He waited. Then he heard the voice.

Yes.

Laken jerked. Someone was sitting in one of the chairs. He did not see the figure with any clarity. But they were there.

Come. I told you we would meet again. Do not be alarmed.

You again.

Yes.

The person Laken Godart had met once before smiled. Laken had known. Somehow. He had known on the Winter Solstice. And nowpart of him had been expecting this, too. Even more than Ryokas fae.

He sat down, slowly. Was it the same person? He had not had vision then. Nowhe could tell no detail. Nothing. Except perhaps one thing.

The stranger had a beard. Laken spoke.

Tamaroth?

And he heard the laugh in the reply.

Yes.

-

The Summer Solstice. Ryoka looked at the dancing fae. At the Faerie Kings warriors. And the knowledge of what she must do burned in her heart.

Bring back her friend.

Meet another.

A day of meetings. And power. Ryoka whispered her name.

Ivolethe.

And she heard laughter.

Authors Note: This is the end of Volume 7. Part one, of three. I thought this would be two chapters. I think its three. Maybe more?

Well see. I cant predict how long things are going to be. To give the chapter the justice it deserved, I spent longer on the party. AlsoI didnt go to like 30,000 words because I want some quality if I can.

I will leave it at that. My break begins whenever Volume 7 ends. For nowIm going to share the most pertinent art. One picture, per person.

Erin Solstice by /lightsresonance

A picture of her by /cmarguel

And a happy fire by flingering

Until next time. I have a picture Ive been waiting to share by Dr.replig8r. Hell have to wait one more chapter. Thank you for reading.

Its time.