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Lady Eialee, newly ascended Matron of House Loratha, looked out the small window of her horse-drawn carriage. Her keen eyes pierced the gloom of the surrounding Bitterroot Forest, but all she spied was a sea of towering oak trees. Their shading leaves left her and her retinue in perpetual twilight as they traversed the sprawling wood.
Eialee leaned back against the smooth cushion of her carriage, her hands through her long, golden hair, and sighed. "I would sell off half of House Loratha to be done with this blasted forest."
Her cousin and scribe, Renna, giggled lightly from her seat across from her, not looking up from the roll of parchment she was inscribing with lightly glowing runes. When she spoke, her voice bore a teasing tone. "Remember Miralla's teachings, my lady, a proper elf—"
Eialee rolled her eyes and finished the saying along with her cousin, "—reveres all of nature and defends the most cherished tree-lands from which Miralla bore us up."
She closed the small carriage window. "I'll be honest, dear cousin. As far as I'm concerned, the rangers Imperial Rangers and their sylvan consorts can keep this blasted forest. We've spent ten thousand years building a civilization of cities and culture and, most importantly, houses for our people, and I rather think that's where we should keep ourselves."
Renna grinned up at Lady Eialee. She waggled the quill, dripping with glowing ink. "Is that an official statement from House Loratha? Shall I record it and send it off to the Mirallan Priesthood?"
Eialee threw a cushion at her cousin. "Don't you dare."
There was a knock at the door, and after a gesture from Eialee, Renna opened the door. Riding alongside the carriage atop her graceful stead was Eialee's bodyguard and royal protector, Sionia Faren.
Eialee regarded the armored elf, clad from head to toe in resilient, feather-light silversteel. "If you've come to tell me there's another delay, I'm going to make you walk the rest of the way to the capital."
Sionia's soft lips, the only part of her face visible under her visor, cracked the slightest smile. "If I am walking to the capital, my lady, it would only be because you walk alongside me."
Eialee arched her brow and smiled in return. It had been strange at first, having security assigned to her by the Queen's Imperial Court, but it was just one more part of being the head of a ruling House, even a relatively minor one like House Loratha. Still, she had tried to stay cordial with her swordsinger bodyguard. It was her job to keep Eialee alive. No sense in not being nice.
"Then," she said, "for the sake of our feet, please tell me there's no detour we must take or petty skirmish we must avoid."
Her bodyguard's smile grew slightly. "I daresay if any Harken raiders found their way into our forest, they would be feeding the roots by now." She rested her hand on the pommel of her saddle. "No, my lady, I came to say that your scouts have returned. If there is to be a delay, you'll hear it from their lips, not mine."
"Lucky you, my faithful protector," she said, rising to step out of the carriage with her cousin. As she stepped tot he ground, she smoothed out the pearly white silk dress she wore. "Perhaps not so lucky for my scouts, however."
Eialee stepped down onto the roughly tended road that bisected the Bitterroot. Her bodyguard did the same, removing her helm to reveal her pixie-short blonde hair and blue eyes, eyes made firm with the experience of decades upon decades of service to the Elven Empire.
As they moved to past the smaller carriages in her tiny caravan, the ones carrying her retinue of servants, porters, and guards, Eialee heard the whisper quiet signal from the forward guards. Eialee's ears pricked at the sound, her eyes shifting to her bodyguard. The swordsinger frowned slightly, scanning the twilight drenched thickets surrounding them.
Finally, the scouts approached, moving like a shadow through the trees. Eialee saw a nervousness in their movements, and grew suddenly disquieted. They whispered a quick conversation to her guard, who nodded and turned to Eialee.
"Lady Eialee, a human was spotted trespassing through the woods. I advise we stop to make camp while they hunt and secure the interloper."
Eialee frowned. "Truly? For a single human? Isn't that a bit over cautious?"
The mirth in Sionia's voice dissolved. "With due respect, my lady. I've been charged by Empress Ila'konn to ensure your safety. It is my duty to be over cautious."
"She has a point, my lady," Renna said. "And anyway, isn't it a bit... strange for a human to have made it this far into our lands?"
"Perhaps," Eialee said with a sigh. "I just don't relish being stuck in this forest for another day while you chase down some poor human. What harm could they pose, truly?" She held out her hand, and with a swirl of wind and flame, a ball of roiling fire appeared over her palm.
"I have dealt with assassins," Eialee said. "And I did so before I was blessed with my current station or the protections it allowed. I think we will be fine."
The scout and her bodyguard exchanged glances as Eialee willed the conjured flame away. "Very well, My Lady," the scout said. "But I would at least suggest a detour. As your esteemed scrivener said, it is strange to find a single human this far into our territory."
Eialee waved the idea away. "Deal with it as you wish, but I yearn for the warm sun and cool wind of the home. My patience for delay is exhausted."
The scout bowed and retreated through the trees, Sionia returning with Eialee to the carriage. Stepping up into it, she gave a motion of her hand from before slipping back in, signaling her retinue to continue their journey through the forest.
Another day passed, though Eialee only knew this by her own reckoning of time. The darkness of the forest was ever-present. She noticed a steady nervousness rise in the countenance of her bodyguard, one that increased as the day wore on. Every time she looked, Sionia seemed to be searching for something in the forested gloom, her hands clenching and unclenching the reins of her horse.
"Is their an issue, Sionia?" she said to her, finally.
The swordsinger continued to scan the trees as she spoke. "I have neither seen nor heard sign from your scouts. They are several hours late in reporting."
"Perhaps they are in close pursuit of the human," Eialee said, arching an eyebrow.
The bodyguard shook her head. "Were that the case, I would know. And the human would be apprehended by now."
"What are you suggesting?"
She turned to face Eialee. "I suggest nothing. I strongly recommend we set up camp and establish a defensive parameter. Things have already progressed past the point of concern."
Eialee rolled her eyes. "Surely this is un—"
The royal protector held up her hand. "With respect, my lady. I do not wish to invoke Her Majesty's decree of protection, but I will if I must. It's my duty to see to your protection, from any threat, however small."
Eialee glared at her assigned bodyguard, not for the first time resenting the restrictions placed on her since she inherited her position. She was again reminded how much she preferred the life of study in the towers of learning at Veil'lura Academy.
She shook off the thought. "Very well, protector. If you think it necessary, let us camp. But once we receive confirmation of the situation, we will set out again immediately."
The woman gave a curt nod and wheeled her horse to the side. With a snap of her fingers, the retinue of servants, porters, and lesser guards began setting up camp, spreading the thin fabric of tents across the forest floor.
After seeing to the camp, the swordsinger returned to her side. Standing with her, Eialee watched the tension seem to rise in her. The way she continually looked out at the gloom. The way her hand rested near her blades.
She glanced over at her scribe. "Renna. If you would, go see if you can find a pleasant spot for us to lounge in. If we are stuck here in this gloomy wood, I'd prefer a scenic spot in it, should one actually exist."
Her cousin nodded, and left her alone with her bodyguard. When she was out of earshot, Eialee turned to face her the armored elf fully.
"What is it you're not telling me, Sionia?"
The elf said nothing for a long moment. When she finally spoke, her voice was tight. "There is a greater danger to this one, my lady. I ask you to trust me that this is so."
Eialee stared at her appointed defender. "I will do no such thing. If you know of some threat that I do not, I demand you tell me. Who is this human, and how have they instilled such worry in one of the Empress's royal defenders?"
The elf woman shook her head. "It is not who, it is what that I sense. I cannot delve into specifics. I am sworn to secrecy by the Empress herself in these matters."
Their eyes met, and in those crystal blue eyes she saw fear. "But you must believe me. This is not a matter to take lightly. If we do not hear from the scouts by morning, we will need to return the way we came and take refuge in the southern strongholds."
Eialee shook her head. "That's impossible. I have responsibilities as the Head of my House that I must be present for. Things have been chaotic enough since my mother's passing—"
Before she could continue, there was the sound of a scream. It echoed through the forest, and Eialee heard her bodyguard's swords clear their sheaths.
"That was Renna," she said sharply, grabbing the edge of her cloak and moving towards the sound.
The swordsinger grabbed Eialee's shoulder, but stepped back when the elf noble cast a burning glare towards her. "Do not think to stop me, protector. Keep your secrets if your must, but I will not leave my cousin in peril."
With a second's reluctant, Sionia released her shoulder. "Very well. I will accompany you, then."
They dashed together through the underbrush, following the direction of Renna's screams. The sounds grew louder until they came upon a small clearing. Eialee pulled up short, finding her cousin in at the far end of the clearing. Her back was against a towering oak, her eyes were wild with fear.
"Renna!" the elf noble called out, then saw what she was staring at gasped.
In the middle of the clearing, half hidden in the underbrush, were the bodies of three elves. One of them was the scout they had met with the previous day.
"How is this..." Eialee faltered. "How is this possible?"
"It's the human," the royal protector hissed, moving to examine the bodies.
Eialee rushed to her cousin, taking her shaking hands in hers. "Renna," she said, looking into her vacant eyes. "Renna, what happened?"
"They... I..." she swallowed hard, her eyes vacant. "I came looking for a place for us and found them here. Oh, my lady! They're dead. By the gods, they're dead!"
"This isn't right," the swordsinger said grimly as she examined the scene. "There are no signs of struggle. These bodies were moved here."
Eialee held her cousin close, tuning her keen ears to the surrounding forest. She heard nothing other than the faint breeze and the chirping of insects.
"They must have used magic," she whispered, still holding her cousin's hands. She glared over at her protector. "How could the human have done this? Enough with your secrets. Tell me what is going on!"
It was as if she hadn't heard her. "Their wounds," she said, shaking her head. "They are from elven weapons. It cannot be..."
"Royal Protector Sionia!" Eialee called, stating her title like a curse. "You will answer me!"
But the elf seemed to be somewhere else entirely. "He is near!" she said, rising. "I can sense him!"
Her twin blades gleamed in her hands. Sensing the coiled tension in her bodyguard, Eialee moved in front of her cousin, lowering her hands and drawing forth the elven magic infused in her blood. A golden aura encircled her and Renna, one that would shield them from magical harm.
"Show yourself, abomination!" the sword dancer cried. "Stop hiding and face me!"
"I'm not hiding, swordsinger," came a voice that startled Eialee with its closeness. "You simply cannot see me."
And then, as if he had always been there and Eialee simply hadn't noticed, there was a human male in a dark robe standing across from them in the clearing. Her eyes went wide in surprise, but her bodyguard acted without hesitation. A bolt of radiant light erupted from her hand, cutting the air between her and the human and piercing him in the blink of an eye.
Except she didn't. In the instant between her casting the spell and it striking the spot where he stood, he simply disappeared. The bolt struck the tree behind him, charring a hole into it with a crackling white flame.
The voice came again, low, and rich and subtle. "A pity. I would have thought the Queen's Royal Guard would have better aim?"
Eialee scanned for their enemy, her keen ears trying to place the source of the voice. It seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere. Then she caught it. It was like a flicker in her eye, and he was there again.
Both elves reacted, this time. Eialee lashed out with her magic, a bolt of lighting erupting from her hands while her protector loosed another missile of light. He was gone before either could land. Sionia's bolt almost struck Eialee, the only thing saving her being the shield of golden light she had summoned.
"Best be careful," said the voice, smoothly. "That's how one of your scouts there on the ground met their fate. His friend loosed an arrow aimed for my heart, but found him instead."
Eialee glanced over at her bodyguard. Her jaw was set, her blades low and ready to strike. She felt her lip curl in a sneer. They were dealing with some kind of illusionist. If she had only told her, she could have been better prepared for the threat they faced.
"Human!" she said, her voice rising high into the trees. "I am Eialee Loratha, Matron of my house and magister of the Veil'lura Academy. If you think you will overcome us with some paltry glimmers, you are sorely mistaken."
Whispering words of power, Eialee focused her magic power, solidifying into the complex patterns of spellcraft she spent decades learning at the academy. She released the energy in a dispelling wave around them, focused on dissolving the illusions confounding her senses.
Nothing happened.
"Do you want to know why your valiant defender wouldn't so much as describe the threat I present, lady elf?" his voice continued, his tone casual. "It is because my kind's very existence is a threat to the order your Empress has established."
"Your kind was never meant to be!" Sionia growled, with a sweeping movement of her hand cast out a wide sheet of flame out before her. There was a crackling in the air, and suddenly there he was again. He had his arms outstretched this time, some invisible shield projecting out from him, warding away her bodyguard's fire.
He smiled, a bead of sweat rolling down his face. "That's better. At least you're thinking now."
Eialee raised her hand to attack as well, but as she did, a blinding pulse bloomed like a flower out from the man, forcing her to recoil from the intensity of the light. She reeled, her concentration shattered. She drew up her own shield to defend against an attack, but all the while she felt a bewilderment fall over her. What was this? Who was this Human? Why could she not detect any magic besides beyond that drawn forth from her and her bodyguard?
When her vision cleared, the human was standing before them both. "I think we can dispense with the games now, yes?"
Her protector, who recovered just after her, dashed towards him, her blades moving like flowing water.
Are you sure you wish her to do that? came a voice in her mind. Eialee blinked, and her heart froze in her chest. Kneeling at the human's feet, directly between him and the charging sword dancer, was her cousin Renna.
"No!" she screamed, reflexively drawing forth her magic to form a barrier between her cousin and Sionia. The swordsinger's reflected off the shimmering barrier, sending the elf stumbling back.
And then, stepping forward, the human reached out and grasped Sionia's face. She froze, seemingly unable to move. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream.
"Thank you, my lady," he said, nodding to Eialee before turning to her frozen bodygueard. "Now. How about we calm things down a bit?"
The man's eyes seem to glow with an eerie light, and a low moan escaped the royal protector's lips. He let go of her face, and she fell to the ground, moaning and writhing, her hands clasping her face.
"There. Much more peaceable," he said, turning to Eialee. "And how do you do... Lady Eialee, isn't it?"
Fire roiled along Eialee's hand, eager to fly from her fingertips and scorch the offending human. "Step away from my cousin, you filth."
He regarded her, stepping back until he was beside Renna. "And why would I do that when you seem ready to incinerate me the second I do?"
Her hand closed into a fist, condensing the elemental fire into a white flame inside her palm. "If you think I lack the control to burn you and not her, you are sadly mistaken."
The human considered this. "Fair point." He glanced down. "Renna. If she tries to harm me again, be a good girl and kill yourself, yes?"
Eialee's eyes went wide. "What?"
It was only then she saw the strange, empty look in her cousin's eyes. Eialee had thought it was shock when she first saw it, but now realized it was... something else. She watched in horror as the elf stood and stepped to the side, wordlessly drawing a slender blade from her belt and holding it to her own throat.
"There," the human said, smiling cordially at her. "Now, perhaps we could talk?"
Eialee stared in disbelief at her cousin. Her empty eyes stared into the distance, as if there was nothing behind them. It took powerful magic to compel someone to act under the will of another, but elves all but immune to such enchantments. It was a blessing infused into their blood by Miralla's grace.
But just like the figments he had fooled them with, still she sensed no magic. Slowly, Eialee was coming to understand her Sionia's fear of someone with this kind of power.
The flames in Eialee's quivering hand flickered and died.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice quiet. "What are you?"
"The truth is," Rynor said. "I don't quite know what I am. What I've been able to pry from her kind," he gestured to Sionia at his feet. "I'm called a 'Psion'. For my part, I mostly just go by Rynor. I've been looking for someone to aid me in a task to which I've set myself."
The tension coiled around Eialee like a spring, her eyes shifting from her cousin and her bodyguard. "What accursed task is it you pursue?"
His smile betrayed no small amount of madness. "Oh, just a small matter of revenge."
She narrowed her gaze. "Revenge? You kill my scouts and violate my retinue and expect aid for petty vengeance? Are you insane?"
"Oh, to some degree, undoubtedly," he said with a chuckle. "But I've sworn myself to this task, regardless."
Her bodyguard, still straining on the ground, called out, "You, nnngggh, don't speak to him! He can, aaah, he can—" before she could finish, Rynor glanced down at her and her moans deepened.
Eialee's eyes widened. She had thought the human was torturing the swordsinger. But with growing horror, she realized that wasn't right. Her sounds were not those of pain, they were… pleasure.
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