It wasn’t until later
that night that Heero finally managed to catch up with Duo, and that was only
because the boy had stopped to create camp.
By the time he landed, Duo had cleared away the snow and had a good fire
going, where he roasted some left over meat from a few rabbits he’d shot the
previous day.
Heero landed and vaulted off of Tsubasa’s back, using only
one arm. He wobbled his way over to the
fire, a bit dizzy both from traveling with an injury and from the rather
turbulent flight he’d so recently been on.
“Here, sit down until your stomach settles,” Duo advised,
slapping the ground next to him. He’d
managed to clear away an area with some dead dried grass underneath it, so as
not to churn up a mucky mire of mud.
Heero sat, rubbing his injured shoulder absently as he
watched the crackling flames. He heard
Duo chuckling and looked over.
“What?” he asked.
“It’s just—no, never mind,” Duo said, frowning a bit and
prodding a piece of rabbit meat to see if it was cooked well enough yet.
“No, tell me,” Heero said.
“Fine. I was just
thinking about how much you’ve changed since I met you,” Duo said. “When I first met you, you were
impossible. You weren’t so bad that
first night, but it’s probably because you were injured and then
half-drunk. The next time you showed up
on my doorstep, I was ready to call you evil.
You glared, you were mean,” at this Duo mimicked sobbing into a handkerchief,
“you called me funny names, you pulled my hair, and worst of all,” he paused
dramatically, “you bet against me with the young thieves!” with this, the thief
king shook his head in a mock dramatic manner.
“Truly awful, I say.”
Heero chuckled slightly.
“I admit I was pretty bad, but who was I to know better? From the day my parents died I was trained
to be a militaristic king, to rule my people fairly, but knowing how to
fight. My parents preferred a peaceful
rule, but…” Heero paused, realizing something didn’t quite compute. “…they vanished, that one training master
and the old mage. I never thought about
it, until now. Where did they go? They know a lot about my training…”
Duo looked at Heero in alarm. “Why didn’t you tell me this sooner? That’s a potential danger!
What if they defected to Zarisnia?”
Heero sobered greatly.
“Look, I’ve made you all evil and quiet again,” Duo
said. “Let’s worry about that when we
have to, but for now…” Duo said, lowering his voice suggestively and
half-tricking Heero. When the king
turned to look at him, Duo laughed and held out a piece of rabbit meat on a
stick. “Let’s eat!”
Heero rolled his eyes and took the meat, biting into it
gratefully. It wasn’t the best, but it
was much better than it could have been.
After all, they could have been eating tree bark, or something equally
nasty.
After they finished eating, Duo spread out the blankets as
Heero banked the fire. The king climbed
into the blankets alongside Duo and the two snuggled up.
Heero glanced into Duo’s face, barely visible in the dim
firelight. “I’m glad you decided to
save me,” he murmured sleepily, “you make life interesting.”
Duo was touched, and gently brushed Heero’s bangs out of
his eyes. The two soon fell asleep.
-~-
Dhan and Dhati were out flying
by moonlight, trying to catch some large fish out of the ocean, something
neither one of them were particularly good at, but tried anyway, simply for the
sport of things.
That was when they spotted the boat. The banners and markings were of two crossed
swords and a pike of gold on a green field.
-Where’s that from?- Dhan asked. Like Wufei, he’d never bothered to learn court markings outside
of Marenia’s and Zarisnia’s.
-Sword Islands,- Dhati replied calmly. She took a closer look, then backwinged. –We really should go tell Wufei and Meiran.-
-Yes,- Dhan said, flying back towards Port Lunos. Dhati followed.
-~-
The next day, Quatre and
Trowa left the Tower of Truth, Legend and Trick tacked up in fine blue and
silver gear. They had food aplenty in
their packs and warm bedrolls to sleep in, all thanks to Sylvia.
“You will come back and see me, right?” she asked. “It gets really lonely out here.”
“I promise,” Quatre said.
“We have the map you gave us, so we can’t miss!”
“And even if you didn’t have it, YOU could find it any day,
since you’ve been here now,” she said.
She waved them off with a smile.
Toki looked up at Quatre as they left the tower, and Quatre
dropped him a piece of pastry, a human treat he’d become rather fond of.
“If you keep eating those, you’re going to get fat,” Quatre
warned the wolf. Toki just shook his
head and grinned.
“You’ve spoiled him,” Trowa said with a smile.
“It wasn’t difficult,” Quatre said, as if offended.
With that, the boys rode on. Three days later, they arrived outside Port Lunos, to find Wufei
waiting for them.
“Wufei!” Quatre shouted, guiding Legend over to the
‘bound. “How are you? Is Meiran okay? Is King Heero here yet?”
“I’m fine, yes, and no,” Wufei replied.
“I think he may be soon,” Trowa said blandly. Quatre looked at the beastmage in confusion
and Trowa pointed slightly to the northeast of the path they’d been on.
The naturemage gasped, for there were two figures flying
through the air—two HORSES! The winged
ones were flying! Their wings were visible,
and they were flying! Quatre, still on
Legend’s back, sent the horse into a gallop to meet up with the two boys. Toki followed along, barking sharply.
Duo leapt off of Shadow’s back before the horse even
landed, but Heero waited until Tsubasa was fully still before vaulting off of
her back. Trowa rode up, and Wufei
followed, and the five didn’t notice that they’d gathered a crowd as they
greeted each other.
“King Heero! I was
worried,” Quatre said.
“I’m fine, don’t worry,” Heero said.
“Then what about your arm?” Trowa pointed out.
“I helped with that!” Duo piped up.
“QUIET!” Wufei said loudly. “We need to--”
“Excuse me for interrupting,” a female voice said, “but I
would like to speak with the king.”
The boys split apart and gasped at what they saw. It was a female unicorn, with a coat that
glimmered a twisting shimmery blue color, and a long horn with one single blue
stripe running from tip and curling along with the horn all the way to its
base.
“I am Ayahreen Moonlight, the Princess of the Unicorns,”
she explained simply. “King Heero,” she
said, taking three steps forward and driving her horn into Heero’s
shoulder—more specifically, into his wound.
Duo’s eyes widened in shock; so did Quatre’s. Both Trowa and Wufei looked on in baffled
confusion.
Ayahreen stepped back and removed her horn from Heero’s
shoulder. The shirt wasn’t even torn,
and there was no blood on the point of her horn.
Heero flexed his arm, moving it perfectly. The unicorn had healed his wound.
“King Heero,” Ayahreen repeated. “My father wishes to speak with you, and I came to offer an
invitation to speak with him this afternoon, one candlemark after noonday.”
“I accept this invitation.
I will be there,” Heero promised.
Ayahreen nodded and left, her hooves clicking on the
stones.
The crowd cast looks at the king, ones of admiration, and a
few of awe at the winged ones. Finally
they dispersed, and Wufei nodded to the four.
“I’ll show you to the inn,” he said simply.
Heero and Duo chose to lead Tsubasa and Shadow because of
the lack of tack, and children gazed at the procession in wonder as they
passed. It wasn’t often you saw two
horses with wings, Duo mused. Hell, if
his life had progressed normally, he would have bet that he’d never see even
one.
“How long until noonday?” Heero asked Wufei.
“Just about one and a half candlemarks,” the ‘bound
replied. Finally they arrived at the
inn, which appeared to be a nice establishment. They procured two more rooms and stowed away their things before
cleaning up. Then they met in the
common room downstairs to eat the noonday meal.
“I can’t wait,” Duo said, in between huge bites of what he
considered to be ‘real food at last’, “to see the unicorn king. You are going to let me go with you, right,
Heero?”
Heero hadn’t really planned on it, but due to the boy’s
almost begging tone, he found no readily able way to refuse. “Of course I am. I need someone to carry my shield, after all,” he said.
Quatre exchanged a look with Trowa. Both of them knew quite well that Heero had
just made that up, and both thought it hilarious.
The boys all finished their meal and said hello to Meiran,
who was on her way down the stairs when they finished. She had decided to eat a late noonday after
looking over some charts and maps.
Heero pulled on thin silvery plate armor, for appearance
more than anything, and the armguards Duo had given him. He belted on his sword and settled the crown
on his head, feeling it slide into place as if it was part of his head, rather
than a separate thing. It was somewhat
unnerving.
Duo dressed in black from collar to toe, adding the royal
crest necklace as his only ornament.
Heero nodded in approval and handed him the shield, resplendently blue
with its silver cougar rampant.
“Let’s go,” Heero said simply.
With that, the two boys exited the inn and made their way
to the tree-lined tunnel that lead to the unicorn’s court. They were led inside by a guard unicorn
whose coat glinted with a pale jade color, and down the long halls of trees.
The trees that grew around them were of all kinds, but
mostly deciduous, and growing as if it were summer, not winter. This baffled Heero—and Duo—for not even snow
was underfoot. In fact, it was rather
warm inside. They decided that it must
be some special kind of Unicorn magic.
They soon arrived in the largest area, which had rooms
partitioned off by tree trunks and vines.
It was a mysterious place, full of the shimmering silver of unicorn
coats and the low, hushed, musical murmurs of their voices. The guard led them to a dais at one end of
the area, on which stood a large unicorn with a dark maroon haze drifting
mysteriously over his silvery coat.
This must be the king.
He was two hands again higher than normal unicorns, a tall
and powerful creature. Besides the
maroon coat, he had bright green intelligent eyes and a horn that was twisted
maroon and black, with no white visible.
That in itself was rare.
Heero unlatched his sword, scabbard and all, from his belt,
and placed it before him, kneeling. Duo
laid down the shield next to Heero and crouched behind him.
“Welcome,” the unicorn king said. “Why do you crouch before me like a lost servant? We are kings, and should be equals, so let
us talk as such. Stand.”
Heero stood, gathering up his sword. Duo took up the shield once again.
“I am King Epyon, and I welcome you to the court of the
unicorns,” the unicorn said formally.
“Shall we go to a more private area where we may discuss matters
better?”
“That would be excellent,” Heero said, nodding.
“Follow me,” Epyon told them, walking off. They followed and he led them down a hall
and into a room with a thick bed of leaves on the floor and shelves filled with
various things.
“Why have you come to Port Lunos? It must be important,” Epyon said, settling down on the leaves.
“Are you aware that there is a great deal of magicpure
underneath here?” Heero inquired.
“We knew of it, but were not aware that anyone else did,”
the unicorn said with a sign. “Is it
Zarisnia?”
“Yes. We have come
here, with the crown, to try and contain the magicpure. Understand that we’re not going to try and
take it away, we’re only trying to protect it,” Heero said. “I’m more worried about you and the
unicorns, for legend says if your court is damaged, you fall as well.”
“It’s true,” Epyon said.
“It has happened in the past and the results are catastrophic.”
“We simply want to prevent this sort of thing,” Heero said.
“There’s no need to explain yourself to me. I give you my leave—and blessing—to perform
this duty…but be aware that if you make mistakes, I shall not be so lenient in
the future. This is of course mutually
beneficent to both of us, but you are being watched. I am allowing you to do it by grace and my trust in the late King
Terrence,” Epyon explained sternly.
Heero nodded—it was reasonable. “Thank you,” he said.
“I am afraid to admit that I have some business to attend
to,” Epyon said apologetically, “but if you wish we can meet again some other
day.”
“I understand,” Heero assured the unicorn. “We’ll take our leave now. And thank you for your support.”
The unicorn nodded as the boys left.
-~-
They arrived back at the
inn shortly, and Meiran was waiting for them.
“Wufei said to tell you that he’s out on guard duty—and I
have something to tell you,” she said.
Just then, she was interrupted by a clatter of hooves on
cobblestone. Both boys whirled, and
Heero’s eyes widened at what he saw.
It was a girl with hair the color of honey and large blue
eyes, wearing a long riding tunic, shirt, and breeches with the Sword Islands
insignia embroidered onto them. She
reined in her horse, a fine paint mare, and hopped off.
“Heero!” she shouted, walking quickly across the
courtyard. Heero started fidgeting,
something Duo had never seen him do before.
He was amazed.
“Princess Relena,” he said grudgingly when she was close
enough to hear him.
“Heero, I heard from my brother that you were going to be
here,” she said, “and that it was dangerous.
So I brought some help for you.
Some of the royal bodyguards, in case you need some help.” She said,
though her comments about the bodyguards were rather bitter.
Heero blinked.
“Thank you,” he said.
Relena looked from Heero to Duo and back again. “Who’s this?”
“It’s Duo,” Heero said quickly. He then went a bit further, as if trying to cover tracks. “He’s my lover.”
Duo blushed bright red at that and his eyes opened
wide. Heero was obviously shocked when
Relena only laughed and grinned at Heero.
“Well, I’m glad you finally found someone. I’d personally like to apologize for my
behavior three years ago,” she told him.
Heero blinked again.
“No, no, it’s okay,” he finally managed to say.
“Well, I’ll be on the Sword Islands ship out at the docks, if
you need to get in touch with me about anything,” Relena told him. She walked over to her horse, mounted up
again, and was away before Heero really realized what had happened.
Then, he allowed himself to be escorted inside by Duo.
-~-
Later that evening, Duo
finally managed to get the whole story out of Heero.
“One of the
councilmembers said I should be betrothed, and he invited her to Maren City,”
Heero said. “This was about three years
ago. She was the only one that came to
Maren City, thankfully. She was bad
enough.”
Duo could remember, now,
the colorful processions, and watching them with a few thieves from on top of a
building.
“She finally left. It appears she’s grown up,” Heero said
thoughtfully.
Duo led Heero upstairs,
to their room. He soon had the door
locked, and the boys pursued certain nighttime activities.
Hey, it helped keep
Heero’s mind off things, that was all the excuse Duo needed.
-~-
Relena stood on the deck
of the Sword Islander ship, looking out at the waves, the brilliant sunset, and
the stars as they appeared one by one.
“Princess Relena,” one
of her bodyguards said from a position against the mast, “perhaps you should go
belowdecks now, it’s getting late.”
“Noin, I’ll be fine,”
Relena said absently. She was wondering
about her brother’s welfare mostly, and the safety of both her country and the
country of Marenia. No longer did
thoughts of chasing Heero entertain her as they once had—she was now a devoted
ruler and cared deeply about affairs of state.
Noin sighed and leaned back
against the mast once again, ready to protect her young charge if need be.
-~-
The next day, Heero and
Duo stumbled downstairs about noon, but nobody said anything. Trowa and Quatre watched their descent,
shared a look, and said no more.
“Here,” Wufei said,
pushing plates of food at Heero and Duo when they got to the table. “Eat.”
Heero and Duo obliged
and dug into the food quite happily.
“We should start
figuring out how to use the crown,” Heero said.
“I think it’s
instinctive,” Quatre said, choosing his words carefully. “But we can practice. Come on.”
With that, the six
friends walked outside to practice, after collecting the crown from Heero and
Duo’s room.
What they didn’t know
was something very vital.
The crown had to have a
catalyst of magic.
And Heero didn’t have a
spark of mage-talent in his body.
Two weeks later, they
were starting to figure out that something was wrong. None of their attempts worked, and they couldn’t blame it on
anything else. The mood grew tense and
worried. Heero started giving up meals
to try and figure out how to work the crown, and grew thinner and thinner until
Duo started forcing him to eat. It
wasn’t pleasant.
Then, tragedy
struck. Two unicorn foals were killed,
and their nursemaid babbled on and on about a huge bird, but didn’t make much
sense. However, since nobody in the
area would intentionally harm a unicorn, it pointed to one thing, and one thing
only.
Gryphons.
There were gryphons
lurking about, and nobody saw them.
-~-
Heero was almost frantic
by this time and he went for long periods doing nothing but staring at the
crown, as if gazing at the sapphires and silver could make it work. Nothing worked.
Finally, something
happened, but it wasn’t good. The sun
was blotted out—by gryphons. They swirled,
hundreds of them, and arranged themselves over the bay, one big one dropping a
note down to the wall around the castle.
Heero, who had been moved there for fear of attacks, stood on the
battlements with Duo, and picked it up as it dropped.
“Surrender by sundown or
die,” the note said simply.
“Never,” Duo whispered,
pulling him into a fierce hug. “Please
say never.”
Heero thought of nothing
else. He shredded the note, and Duo
turned it into a cyclone of flame-flowers that he sent towards the gryphons.
Then, the battle was
joined in earnest.
-~-
Ni raced through the
streets, barely an hour after the battle had begun. Trowa and Quatre had immediately grabbed their things and now ran
towards the port wall to defend from there.
She was running ahead as a guard for the two mages.
The boys followed,
mounted up on their horses and in plate armor that glimmered in the colors of
their magic powers—storm blue for Trowa and glittering green for Quatre. Each one’s head looked bare but circlets could
be seen on their foreheads beneath their hair, almost as if grown into the
skin—one made of animal bones and teeth for Trowa and one made of thin ivy for
Quatre. Although each boy’s head looked
unprotected, the circlets would protect them as well as full metal helms could.
They reached the wall
and raced up onto it. The battle before
them raged wild; archers fired into the seething mass of gryphons, hitting a
target almost every time. The two dragons
flew again and again into the mass, tearing apart at huge swathes of the
creatures until they fell, only to be swept away to sea.
Finally, the gryphons
managed to work both of the dragons to one end, and pressed forward on the
other side—just what Quatre had hoped for.
He put out one hand, palm towards the advancing gryphons, and
pushed. A strong gale flew to his
command and hit the gryphons forcibly, fouling their wings and knocking them
together into one great screeching mass of creatures. Many fell, and the dragons twisted to the sides, Dhan making for
the chaos and leaving the other side to Dhati.
Heero stood with the
archers, firing off shots of his own.
They aimed at the gryphons, unprotected as they were, rather than their
humans.
One of the gryphons even
landed and his human began a dance-spell.
The man leapt nimbly to the four directions, then threw up his arms,
swung one hand in a circle and made the dance-spell symbol for fog. It swept in, fast and thick, meant to blind
the defenders.
Quatre was having none
of it. He found the offender and
knocked him off the cliff with a strong gale, then threw a cyclone at the
fog. It collected the mist and
dispersed it, grabbing a few gryphons as well.
As the battle continued,
it seemed that it would last forever.
-~-
Barely two weeks later,
the Zarisnian ground troops arrived.
They swarmed from ships onto the beach, threatening to overtake the
defenses at every turn. Heero had
called for the army, but only part of the forces had made it—the rest were
scattered around the country and couldn’t be contacted easily. Still, his couriers tried.
The unicorns fought now,
gouging men with their horns and tossing them, the crimson blood flowing over
their hair and making them look like sick parodies of zebras for as long as it
lasted.
Slowly, the weight of
the Zarisnians began to push the defenders back—bit by bit—oh so slowly. It was painful to watch brave men—and a few
unicorns—die each day, with more and more passing as the days wore on.
Exhaustion had settled
in; without fresh troops, or the crown’s aid, Zarisnia would soon take the
port.
Zechs and Treize
arrived, and helped for a while, but after a time—that seemed far too
short—even the most arcane of their spells made only weak dents in the
forces. It appeared that everybody was
weakening from this.
One day, Heero was
sitting on the battlements, eating a bowl of semi-warm stew, shoveling the
overcooked meat and vegetables down. He
couldn’t be picky, and it was nearly his turn to fight. Suddenly he noticed someone crawling towards
him.
It was Duo.
He greeted the thief
wearily, and Duo glanced at the king; his friend, who had always been thin, was
little more now than a skeleton; his skin was stretched tight over his
cheekbones, giving him a haunted—and ailed—look.
Duo knew his friend was
both.
“Heero,” he whispered,
“I think I might have found a way to use the crown.”
Heero’s entire attention
was focused on the thief instantly. Duo
swallowed.
“It’s not for
certain…but…”
“Let’s give it a try,”
Heero said.
“All right,” Duo said,
walking away. Heero sat there for what
seemed like hours. Later he was told
that it was less than fifteen minutes.
Duo returned with the crown and an odd earthenware bottle, as long as
Heero’s arm from wrist to elbow, and twice as thick.
“What’s in the bottle?”
Heero asked tiredly.
“That’s for me to know,
and you to find out. Soon, though,” Duo
said. The thief worked out a shield spell and stood up, glancing over the edge
of the battlements for the sole purpose of testing it. He ducked immediately. Twelve arrows flew towards the place he’d
just vacated, and bounced off of an invisible wall.
“Perfect,” the braided
boy said, standing, and tugging Heero to his feet. The soldiers below fired so many arrows that Heero began to get
sick at seeing them bounce off the shield.
Duo placed the crown on
Heero’s head with exaggerated flair, watching it settle into place as if it
were made for him. It did that always,
but never more. Well, if his plan
worked…
Duo was going completely
on rumor and speculation now, and hoped that all the legends he’d heard bards
sing about weren’t just that—legends.
He’d always heard that legends were rooted in fact somewhere, and he
hoped that the thing he was about to do was one of the facts.
Heero was staring at the
arrows, kind of blankly, so Duo pulled the king toward him, a bit roughly. The startled boy looked at him, his blue
eyes dulled by exhaustion and pain.
None of that, Duo told
himself. He all but leapt forward and
kissed the king soundly. He could
almost feel the bows dropping from the Zarisnian soldier’s hands, and their
blank stares. He had an urge to
snicker, but that would mean breaking the kiss, and it was too good to go to
waste.
Finally, the two broke
apart. Duo grinned lazily.
“C’mon, get your tunic
and your shirt off,” Duo said, stripping out of his own tunic and shirt.
Heero looked
faintly—horrified? Duo couldn’t place
the look.
“Duo, I can understand a
kiss, but…” the king began.
Duo couldn’t help it, he
broke into peals of laughter at the misunderstanding. “Oh no, it’s just if my experiment works well, I don’t want that
nice tunic of yours all torn.”
Heero looked down at the
patched tunic. It had patches on its
patches. “You’re being sarcastic.”
“Yes, isn’t it
wonderful?” Duo said. He finally
resorted to jerking the king’s clothes off.
The soldiers below stared, slack-jawed.
Duo cast a glance at
them, and then turned to Heero with a smirk, even as he pulled the cork out of
the bottle with his teeth. “Let’s give
them something to watch, shall we?” With that, he pulled Heero into a fierce
hug with one arm, and with the other emptied the contents of the bottle over
both of them. “Don’t be scared,” Duo
said, even as Heero felt a shock and a chill invade his senses. “It shouldn’t hurt…much.”
Heero wasn’t reassured
in the slightest, but he was so near Duo that he felt that nothing could go
wrong. Except just then, something
did. It began with a tugging; he saw
what had been poured over them at last.
A liquid that glowed so that it was more like light than liquid, and the
brightest silver color he’d ever set eyes on.
It was magicpure.
Duo had just doused them
with enough magicpure to enchant the whole of the capital city for three years
running, that is, if magicpure magic ran out, which it didn’t.
Heero’s wings tore their
way from his back in an oddly pleasant sensation; it hurt, but in a way that it
was almost nice. Heero dreaded to think
about it. Duo’s wings did the same, and
suddenly, both boys turned a pure argent color. They looked like two figures cast from silver; the only differences
in the coloration were their eyes and the breeches and boots both wore.
After a moment, the
silver color faded—mostly. A few silver
feathers remained scattered among their wings, as well as intricate silvery
patterns crossing their chests and upper arms.
The only immediately visible change was almost tattoo-like—a thin silver
streak that ran from the outside corners of their eyes straight back to their
temples.
Heero was shocked. “Duo, where did you get that magicpure?”
“Oh, something I’ve had
ever since I was a kid. Pinched it off
some mage in the market,” Duo replied glibly.
“By the way, like the new look.
It’s even in one of the royal colors.”
Heero rolled his eyes
just as he felt the crown pulse to life.
It was unexplainable, but he felt it almost hook into his brain, and the
feelings he’d had the first time he’d worn it were back, and much more
intense. He turned to face the
Zarisnians, and saw, with some shock, that he could now see magic.
Duo’s shield was gone,
but when a Zarisnian shot an arrow at him, it bounced away from invisible
armor.
“Demon!” the soldier
shrieked.
Heero reached out with
one hand and pointed straight at the man.
“Attempted murder of the
king,” he replied, in his most refined royal voice. “The punishment is death.”
With that, the earth
opened beneath the man. He felt his
legs sink in and screamed as the bones snapped, and continued screaming until
the earth reached to his chest and snapped all his ribs, crushing his chest. His scream ended in a gurgle as blood flowed
from his mouth down his throat. Soon,
the ground completely covered him.
His fellow soldiers
backed away from where he’d just stood, making their sign-against-evil first
towards his burial place, then towards Heero and Duo, high on the wall.
“NOTHERN DEMONS!” They
shrieked, almost as one.
“You have slain unicorns
and you have trespassed on Marenian land, fighting without good cause. The punishment is, of course, death,” Duo
said calmly.
Heero swept his arm in a
neat arc, and all the soldiers sank into the earth. They shrieked, for as long as they could.
“There’s still the
gryphons to deal with,” Duo muttered.
“Secure the magicpure, I’m going to go hunt one of them. Ought to make a nice midwinter dinner, all
stuffed with herbs, hm? Bet it tastes
like chicken.”
Heero chuckled as his
friend’s rather sick sense of humor and watched him go. He then worked on securing the magicpure.
With the crown’s power,
he sank into the ground until he flicked through a variety of sensations all at
once. Root-rock-soil-bone-
Focusing on the task at
hand, he searched about until he found it—the magicpure, inside a giant
crystal, delicate and formed by ages of magicpure condensing into its most
solid form. Various versions of that
crystal could sell in any mage-market for enough to feed even a fairly well off
family for half a year or more. He
stared at the crystal and its liquid contents in his mind’s eye and then
reached out both hands.
The crystal sang beneath
the touch of his phantom self and threatened to pull him in. Instead, he wrapped it in the power of the
crown, blinding bands of sapphire light that glittered and glimmered in his
mage-sight. When it was done, it
appeared as no more than soil and rock to everyone but him. He collapsed behind the battlements and into
safety once his work was done, searching for something to reenergize.
Meanwhile, Duo vaulted
onto Shadow’s back and guided the winged one outside the port wall. He nudged Shadow gently until the black
horse took to the air, and then started hunting for a gryphon.
“Be damned by the
trickster,” he muttered to himself.
“Where have they all gone to?”
At that very moment, the
trickster himself played one of his rare tricks. Evidently he didn’t like Duo swearing with his name much, so
simply guided a gryphon to pluck him off of his horse’s back.
Only Dhati saw the
abduction, and Shadow of course, but gryphons swarmed Dhati, and Shadow was too
far from shore to warn them in time. By
the time dragon and winged one reached the defenders, it was too late.
Heero, now recovered,
turned towards them, his face unusually quizzical. “Have any of you seen Duo?” he asked.
Meiran stepped
forward. “I did,” she said
quietly. “King Heero…they’ve got him.”
Heero’s blood
froze. “Who has him?” he asked
urgently.
“Zarisnia,” she replied,
ever so softly.