Chapter 184: Whitefall XXXIX
I had a seed of an idea, but only the beginnings of it, with little to no concept of how it would take shape. Cephur was right that this wasnt something I could enter into lightly. It was high-risk, and potentially catastrophic if it outright failed. And I wasnt just talking about losing. Both Sera and I were highly capable magic users. If we went full bore, there was a good chance of serious casualties, and even if that didnt happen, the chance of sour grapes were high.
After all, wed both been lucky in our own way. Sera had been getting magic tutelage since shed awakened. Id been one of the few humans allowed into the sanctum.
It was safe to say most of my regiment didnt have the same luxuries. So we needed a scenario. Something that heavily skewed the odds in the regiments favor, that would instill a sense of unity.New novel chapters are published on
For that to happen, I needed to run it by someone with a better understanding of strategy. Someone who had, perhaps, been studying it for most of her life.
I passed through the training yard intending to check up on Sera on the way to my destination, and found her drilling at the lineup, covered in sweat. For a moment I nearly interrupted, but the fury with which she was hacking away with the training dummy gave me pause. From my experience, her venting on the training dummy rather than me, or Cephur, or anyone else, was a good sign. She hadnt given up. She was just managing her emotions.
So, after going back and forth on it, I let her be. Better to come back with a solution than simply acknowledge the problem.
What followed was a lap of the castle. Annette wasnt in any of her usual areas. Her room, the kitchens, or the war room. I started asking servants, anyone I could find, fighting an undercurrent of panic. What if something had happened to her? What if the source of her original trauma had reared its ugly head early, and I was too busy caught up in other things to realize?
A tan-skinned servant finally took pity on me and directed me towards the gardens. The one place I hadnt checked, because, over the course of both lives, Id never seen Annette go there willingly.
I stepped through the towering wrought-iron gates at the back of the castle. The vast botanical oasis spilled out before me, verdant, lined with perfectly manicured labyrinthine hedges and blossoming, temperamental flowers that required constant care.
Vines crept up white-latticed trellises that covered the light-graveled walkways.
The scent, as always, was saccharine, and almost overpowering.
It was simultaneously breathtaking and melancholy inspiring. The gardens were my mothers project, and she loved them with all her heart. So much that my father paid a heavy price for dwarven technology that kept the gardens themselves humid and capable of sustaining life throughout the seasons.
Hed kept them maintained for nearly a year after she died, then eventually reassigned the dwarven cores to more practical uses. It was never fully abandoned. The gardeners still plied their trade in the summer months, sowed and replanted. But it became a shadow of its former self.
Now, here it was, bursting with life again. As I passed by the blooming beds of roses larger than a fist, adorned with full petals of the richest red imaginable, I half-expected to find the queen among them, as I had so many times before, marveling at the wonders of nature and technology.
I finally found Annette in a hidden grotto, entrenched in hedges beside a small stream. She wore a simple gray dress in stark contrast to the surroundings, and she was sitting cross-legged, arms held upward, parallel to her legs. Vogrin floated around her, rotating, arms clasped behind his back. No. Stop tensing your shoulders. It doesnt work that way.
Then pray tell, how does it work? Annette asked. She was characteristically impassive, and her eyes remained closed, but there was a line of irritation on her forehead.
I do not know. But stop trying to squeeze it out.
Is your wording always so foul?
My shoulder clipped the leaves of an overgrown hedge, the rustling noise that followed betraying my presence.
Vogrin turned, reacting immediately. Annette barely acknowledged my arrival as I sat on the grass a short distance from her.
What are we doing? I asked, glancing at Vogrin curiously. Id sent him to watch over her a while ago, and from the sound of it, instead of reporting back hed brought Annette here. Meditating?
Vogrin opened his mouth, but Annette was faster. Your demon believes the voices Im hearing are a product of a magical manifestation. While this was a relief, at least initially, other than assuaging my concerns of an illness of the mind he has accomplished little beyond that, and I am beginning to believe he may be broken.
Im not broken Vogrin snapped, then reined himself in. I cannot instruct that which I have never encountered.
Annette opened a single eye. Arent you centuries old?
Yes.
There was a long pause. Did you stay inside the whole time
No, I did not stay inside the whole time. Now close your eyes and be at peace. If thats a state youre capable of.
They were getting on about as well as I expected, though I was surprised Vogrin had interacted with Annette directly, rather than taking the information back to me. I trusted him to an extent. But not that much.
Was Vogrins help contingent on anything? I whispered, just to be sure.
No, Annette said. Wouldnt have accepted if it was.
The idea of Annette having access to magic thrilled me. This iteration of her seemed tougher by comparison, but she was still small, with none of Seras martial build or prowess. Even something as mundane as earth magic would be a tremendous step towards my little sister being capable of defending herself.
No idea what it could be? I asked Vogrin.
Drown alone in the bathuh oh. The small, high-pitched voice cut-off. It appeared so quickly that for a moment, I wondered if it had always been there, perched on Annettes knee. It had tiny dark buttons for eyes, no visible limbs and a small black mouth opened in a o shape that could have been a pinhead. Its head was round and distinguishable, but the cloth that extended beneath it was mostly formless.
I had the vague realization that it was a poppet, not unlike the small homemade dolls peasant children in Topside carried around. It even had the twine around its neck.
What I started.
Thats Vogrin said at the same time.
Annettes eyes shot open. She reacted immediately, curling her middle finger behind her thumb, flicking the thing in its forehead. It did a full rotation before it landed face-first in the grass, then struggled to its feet, made an obscene gesture with a willowy transparent limb, and attempted to run away.
It was not very fast.
Stop, Annette said.
As if in response, tall blades of grass wove together, forming a miniature barricade that the poppet ran into full-tilt, knocking it from its invisible feet once more. It blearily looked up at her. From its perspective, she was a giant towering over it.
Its a terrible breach of manners to stop speaking mid-sentence. Annette said, her voice ice. She leaned forward, and the shadow of her head encompassed the poppets entire body. You were saying something about a bathtub? I would love to hear the end of that thought.
The poppet opened its mouth as if to speak, then broke to the right, attempting to run around the grass barricade. The grass barricade expanded, staying just ahead of the poppets path, corralling it in a circle until it was completely ensnared.
A chuckle escaped Vogrins throat. How delightful. Then, he raised his voice. With that cloth body, it looks very flammable.
Vogrin I started to warn him off, still not entirely sure what to think. But before I could finish, the circle of grass within the barricade suddenly roared with fire, the sudden change in temperature bringing a bead of sweat to my forehead.
The poppet writhed, covered in flame, the light fabric that covered it turning dark at the edges, color change spreading inward. The fire itself didnt seem to extend beyond the barricadewhich, as it was also made of grass, made little sense.
Its small voice grew distorted, almost demonic. YOU ARE AS SHORT AS YOU FEEL. YOUR EYEBROWS ARE TOO CLOSE TOGETHER. EVERYONE YOU CARE FOR ONLY TOLERATES YOU AS A MATTER OF COURSE.
Thats the voice, I realized.
One of them. Not in my head anymore. Annette said, still entirely focused on the poppet. Her anger seemed to flag into self-consciousness. Should I, um, stop?
YOUR BROTHER WILL LEAVE YOU AGAIN THE MOMENT HE HAS THE OPPORTUNITY. Its voice was growing more distorted.
Hm. No. I stared at the wretched thing, feeling significantly less pity than before. There was no question the poppet, the barricade, and lastly, the fire had all come from Annette. Yet as soon as Vogrin suggested the fire, it had appeared. Should probably speed this up though. And you know what burns faster than normal fire?
The reaction was instantaneous. Orange flames turned violet, emitting a rising wave of heat. Within seconds, the poppet burned to ash, leaving a perfect circle of scorched earth beneath the grassy barricade.
Annette breathed heavily. What just happened?
Truthfully, I did not know. An earth mage focused on detail work could have pulled off the trick with the grass, though it wouldnt last forever, and from what I understood it was far easier to manipulate large chunks of soil or stone with earth magic than small, specific flora. A fire mage could have easily set the inferno, but couldnt have kept it from spreading the way she had. Most dantalion practitionersof which there were fewrarely left the initial stage of ignis to reach the second stage of control. And the poppet itself looked vaguely like some sort of minor demonic summon common among red infernals in the enclave, as they required little mana to sustainthe small ones often took the shape of mundane objects. But even getting to that point required a contract.
And barring the improbability that I was about to banish Vogrin back to the hells for tempting my sister into a contract behind my back, right before she awakened to three elements simultaneously?
It really only left one possibility.
Congratulations! Vogrin clapped his hands and floated in front of Annette. I was correct, of course.
Its light? Annette asked, confused.
Not just any light, Vogrin crooned, far happier than Id seen him in months. Potentially ever. It is the light that blinds, the light that deceives, that bends and twists the fabric of the universe itself.
Annette leaned towards me as Vogrin continued his overlong introduction, continuing to watch him as she whispered. Why is he so happy?
Demons collect rarities. You have something hes fascinated by, I whispered back.
Am I in danger?
No. They have too much riding on our current deal to risk it. I hesitated. Probably. Dont sign anything.
Got it.
Vogrin was finally winding up. and bends reality itself to her desires. He bowed deeply with a flourish. Welcome to the arcanum, illusionist.
