The Council’s Quest

By Queen Beryl

A/N:

drumroll This is the ficathon entry number 6. I really hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it! I can’t wait to hear what you think of it!! I worked so hard and revamped the plot completely. It was kind of a funny experience. I think I might want to make it part of a series, with each story being an insanely long one/two-shot. -OR- Continue these characters on other adventures. I don’t know, tell me what you think in your review!

Genre: Fantasy/romance

Rating: T

Likes: Creativity and lots of descriptions.

Dislikes: Characters that don't go in the story.

Words/phrases to use: "I swear I didn't do that!"; "Ask her dammit."; "You'll fail if you don't take this."

“For the love of the stars, child! You can’t keep the Messengers waiting!” A middle-aged woman called. She smiled graciously at the two visitors before bustling off to the hallway that connected the stairway to the front entry. Her eldest daughter appeared from behind one of the doors.

“The Messengers, here?!” She squealed in a much younger voice. She clasped her hands in front of her, her soft yellow eyes bright with excitement. It was such a rare thing to be visited by the Messengers; they were important figures in this realm.

“Gressie, where is your cousin? Elmenia! Elmenia, child! They’re here!” The first female screeched out my name. I had half a mind to ignore the older woman, but I decided that I’d rather obey her than risk her hell-fury later. My aunt could be quite persuasive, and I don’t mean in the nice, let’s-talk-about-it way, either.

I descended the stairs as gracefully as my black combat-like boots would allow. My aunt loathed me wearing them at all, let alone in her house, so she’d be furious with my attire as well as my tardiness. It didn’t matter much, anyway, because the messengers were coming to take me to the Council.

I had received a message by letter three days before announcing that I was to be part of an important quest. My aunt had been thrilled. I was terrified. Being a bounty hunter, I don’t get many calls from higher individuals.

“I heard you the first six times, Aunt.” I replied as I entered the front hall. I finished tying my very long brown hair into a ponytail. There, two Messengers, dressed in flowing white robes awaited my appearance. I almost rolled my eyes. Couldn’t they dress in something else? Something more comfortable?

Like combat boots. Now, you could live in those.

The taller, obviously senior of the two, narrowed his eyes at me, as though guessing my thoughts. I paused, wondering what they really could do, then turned my face away. I didn’t really want to know. The younger one stood there, a stern, no-nonsense look on his face. Oh yeah, he was a newling.

“Now, be good. Whatever they wish of you, don’t make a fuss, alright, Elmenia? I’m counting on you to upkeep the reputation of my name.” My aunt pulled me down by my shoulders and whispered in my ear. She then kissed me on my cheek. As she pulled away, tears were in her brown eyes. I smiled reassuringly at her.

“I’ll be on my best behavior.” I promised. My cousin rushed over to me and flung her thin arms around my neck.

“Oh, Nia! You’ll be back, won’t you?” She asked. She was only a year younger than me, but she seemed to look up to me as some hero. I wondered how she’d manage while I was with the Messengers. How long would it be? It couldn’t be more than a few days at the most, right? I wasn’t even taking any belongings. All I had with me was my black pants and dark red shirt, which happened to be just what I was wearing.

“I’ll be back soon, don’t worry.” I patted her back through her long blonde hair. “Tell the others I said farewell.” I yanked her off of me as I thought of my four other cousins that were somewhere, most likely outside playing.

She nodded solemnly and stood next to her mother. The Messengers exited the front door, and I followed. I sent one last look to the house, not knowing I would not see it again for a very, very long time.

The carriage was exquisite, but that was really no surprise. The Messengers have always traveled in carriages made of the finest silver, gold, and pearl. Spoiled little creatures.

“We’re not spoiled,” the oldest Messenger interrupted my thoughts. His lips barely parted to release the words. I jumped at the sound of his voice. So they could read minds. I crossed my arms over my chest and narrowed my gray eyes at him in spite.

“Well, you have luxurious accommodations.” I corrected with as much lack of grumbling as I could muster. “I mean, you ride in transportation such as this, drawn by unicorns-”

“Pegasuses.” He corrected smugly. I clicked my tongue. What was the difference, anyway? Both were high-end creatures that had a price tag too high for me to afford.

“You know what I’m saying. This way of life is something we dream of, not live.”

“So, you’re only complaining because you’re jealous, is that it?”

“Shut up.” I retorted wisely, turning my face to the small window to my left. He chuckled in victory. The rest of the ride was in silence. It wasn’t so bad, though, because the entire duration lasted about five minutes. Luniea, my city, was one of the blessed, just below the Fortress of the Communicators. I really didn’t care either way. I was more a neutral than anything. I was neither saint nor fallen, and it worked for me.

I received another dirty look from the superior Messenger as he read my thoughts, but I ignored him. We were here, anyway. Thank heaven; I don’t think I could have lasted much longer, keeping my thoughts somewhat pleasant.

I’m known in my town as the bounty hunter. My aunt, bless her soul, took me in anyway when my parents went missing a few years back. I need money, so I do odd jobs that sometimes require a bit more seeking. But in doing so, it sort of made me a social outcast. I only have a handful of friends.

“Follow me.” The younger Messenger finally spoke in a deep, commanding voice. I found that even more annoying than the condescending one of the older. I scowled and followed the two up the wide, glittering steps of the Fortress. I sighed. The Fortress was absolutely magnificent. It was pearly white and it gleamed just below the point of annoyance. Two gigantic pillars flanked the steps at the top, holding up an arched entryway that had gold inlay. In the center was an embossed mer-woman, her hair made of seaweed and in her arms was a small bundle that from down on the ground I couldn’t tell what it was. I vaguely wondered if that’s what mer-women really looked like. My aunt feared water, so we never got to visit any lakes. My parents used to take me swimming, but that was in ponds, and, as everyone knows, mer-people don’t reside in mere ponds.

“Come on, keep up.” The older Messenger said wearily. I stomped up the steps and walked just behind the two Messengers down the long hallway. It ended in a tall, elegant white door. It opened automatically, swinging inward. A crystalline voice suddenly rang out.

“Please, come in.”

So we did. The room was humongous and very barren. The white carpet was spotless, as were the chairs. There were no windows, no other furniture except for a small, floating table in the center of the semi-circle of pristine chairs.

The Messengers bowed low, while I just stood there, gaping.

“You must be Elmenia.” The voice said. I squinted and the bright inner light dimmed to reveal a woman with long, brilliant white hair sitting in the center of the array of seating. She smiled kindly, her silver eyes twinkling, and beckoned me forward with her slender hand. I strode forward, finally seeing seven other people. I wondered why the chairs had looked empty before and not so much now.

“We are the Council of Communicators, all of which shall remain thus, without individual names.” The woman spoke up, as though I’d asked a question. Her hair was moving slightly, although there was no breeze. She, like the Messengers, was dressed in a white, flowing robe, except hers were lined with silver. Six of the seven others were dressed accordingly, and looked just as she did, pale, with white hair and shining silver eyes. There were three men and three other women definitely in the Council.

The last individual looked extremely out of place. He was about my age, with short blue hair and hazel eyes. He looked masculine and powerful, even in the presence of the Council.

“And that young man will assist you on the quest to which we are about to send you.”

“What is the quest, exactly?” I asked, taking a seat next to the blue-haired boy. The Messengers, who had opted to stand by my side, shot me a look of surprise at my boldness.

“Patience, Elmenia, patience. We need you to destroy King Dreyd, leader of the rebellion. He must be stopped by destruction. You two are the only ones who can do it. The Council is counting on you. When you return, you shall be rewarded greatly.” The woman seemed to be the leader, because no one else was talking. Maybe they couldn’t communicate. That would be ironic.

I heard a smothered chuckle from the oldest Messenger, and I held back a smile. That’s what he gets for reading my thoughts.

“What kind of reward?” The blue-haired boy spoke for the first time. Fantastic; he’s a greedy one. I’m just going to have the time of my life. I thought distinctly. One of the Messengers clucked his tongue.

“You’ll see once you return, Alcon. Now, the time has come for you both to be on your way.”

“Don’t we get to rest or anything? Training, perhaps?” I suggested. The woman handed me a small map, which would guide us toward Dreyd’s fortress. I handed it to Alcon and waited for her to answer.

“You’ve had a lifetime for that, hence why the Council of Communicators is sending you on this quest.”

“This’ll be fun.” Alcon muttered as he passed me. He went out toward the door, and I was about to follow, but a gentle hand hindered any further movement.

“You'll fail if you don't take this.” The Council leader handed me a small vial of slivery liquid.

“What is it?” I questioned, earning another severe look from the nearby Messengers.

“It is called Wyan.” She whispered. “But you must keep it secret from Alcon, is that clear?”

“Yeah, but Wyan... isn’t that…?”

“Poison, yes. Slip it into the King’s drink when he least expects it.”

“Why can’t I tell Alcon?”

“You’ll see soon enough, my dear. Now go, and serve the Council well.” With that, she turned and reentered the Room of the Council, the doors sliding closed behind her. I looked around and found Alcon waiting for me at the end of the hall. I quickly slipped the vial into a small, secret pocket inside my belt and hurried over to him.

“So you’re Elmenia, eh?” He asked as we trotted down the steps. His sudden smirk was cocky, just like his posture. He was confident, and not in the good way, either.

“Alcon, right?” I nodded. His smirk widened.

“Nice name.”

“Thanks.” I half-smiled. Maybe he wouldn’t be so bad after all.

“I meant mine.” He clarified. I almost fell down the last two steps. Wow, this journey was just going to be peachy.

“Once you reach the steps, you turn left and journey onward toward Galamia, the current residence of King Dreyd.” A Messenger I didn’t recognize informed, appearing out of nowhere. I nodded and looked ahead.

“Excuse me, Messenger,” I turned back, “the stairs taper off into nothingness.”

“Don’t be playful. Now is not the time for games.” He reprimanded lightly, shaking head. I glared at him.

“Can you not see? They just stop in mid-air!” I gestured at the pearly white stairs that did, indeed, stop about ten steps down.

“The end is a teleport, Elmenia.” Alcon stated matter-of-factly. I glanced from him, to the steps, and back to the Messenger.

“Really?”

“Of course, child.” The Messenger said, rolling his eyes in a very uncharacteristic manner. “Get going, now.”

I, very reluctantly, walked toward the steps. Alcon was right beside me, waving to the Messengers. I stopped on the ninth step and looked back. The older Messenger that was with me shooed me with his hands. I glared, thinking he was an old fart. He stopped and glared at me. I turned back, a smug look on my face, I’m sure, and stepped down one last time.

The sudden sound of rushing wind assaulted my ears; it was loud and piercing. The smell of carnation flowers flittered before me, and I saw nothing. Just as quickly as it was there, it was gone, and I was left standing on a grassy plain on Galamia.

I knew precisely where we were; I had been to Galamia many times on bounty hunting jobs. It was a small, heavily tropical realm, and a prime source of much of the dark influence. It was enticing and could easily affect the weaker-minded.

The expedition would definitely be difficult, especially with Alcon. Who knows how weak his will is? Would he succumb to the dark temptation?

“It’s an honor to be on a quest from the Council of Communicators!” He suddenly exclaimed cheerfully.

“This isn’t an honor. It’s punishment.” I retorted, trekking on. Alcon looked highly pleased that I was irritated.

“It’s nice to see how much denial you’re willing to put forth, Elmenia. You’ll soon fall for me so much you can’t keep up this façade.” He stated smugly. I gaped at him; not only was he annoying, but he was arrogant as well. I’d probably end up murdering him in his sleep. Soon.

“I’m so disgusted with you, I can’t even be sarcastic.” I walked faster; Alcon was right behind.

“Do you even know where you’re going?” He asked after a minute or two. “It doesn’t look like you’re following the set course.”

“That’s because I’m not.” I shot back, climbing over a boulder that was partially embedded in the ground. I sighed, “Why couldn’t they at least fork over a gryphon?”

“But the Council said-”

“Screw what the Council said! I’ll go my own way.”

“You’re a bounty hunter, not a navigator.” He pointed out. I whipped around to face him.

“Look, I know how to get there. I know a shortcut that will take three days off our journey. If you want to follow the Council, go a head, and I’ll see you when I’ve long completed my task.” I stared hard at him, my charcoal eyes boring into his hazel ones. He lowered first.

“I guess I’ll follow you.” He mumbled.

“It’s your call, Alcon. I really don’t care about what you do.”

“We’re supposed to be a team, Elmenia!” He whined. Oh, he was annoying!

“I don’t like you very much, so who cares? I’m sure the feeling is mutual.” I tromped onward through the long, spindly grass. There would be a forest about half a mile ahead, so I decided to enjoy the easy part of our journey. At least in the grass you couldn’t be tricked by wood sprites or tree nymphs.

“You haven’t even given me a chance!” Alcon protested, finally catching up with me. I wanted to leave him behind. I really did.

“This is all the chance you need.” I replied icily, not really caring if it hurt him or not.

“You’re not really a nice person, you know that?” Alcon sniffed arrogantly. I sent him a dark look.

“Of course I’m not. Not all the lights are bright. Some flicker and fade.” I stood looking up at the strong trees we had just arrived at. I turned back to him, only to find him studying me. His suddenly serious demeanor unnerved me. Where had the stupid arrogant Alcon disappeared to?

“What?” I demanded finally. His features returned to normal.

“You’re not as dumb as I thought you were.” He said finally, stuffing his hands into his pockets. I groaned.

“And you’re just as insufferable as I thought you were.” I shot back, not enjoying being called stupid, even to begin with. Alcon just got on my nerves. Jerk.

“That hurt, Elmenia.”

“Just your pride, I’m sure.” I stepped into the trees, cringing as the sudden darkness surrounded me. Alcon was close behind me, which was good for him, because then he wouldn’t get lost; bad for me because he wouldn’t get lost.

I tried my best to ignore Alcon, but he just kept rambling about how I was going to get us lost. Just when I thought I would burst and slash his throat right there, I gazed at a giant lake filled with the darkest liquid I’d ever seen.

“Oh, now see where you’ve lead us, Elmenia.” Alcon threw his hands into the air. “You didn’t plan this one, did ya?”

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. What does it matter?” I really hadn’t, but he didn’t need to know that. The lake was too vast to cut around; in fact, I couldn’t even see the ends on either side of me. The bank ahead was somewhat visible.

“I don’t want to get wet.” Alcon complained. “My hair will get frizzy. Maybe we could walk around or something….”

“Well, into the murky blackness, then.” I shrugged and headed toward the dark water, completely ignoring his commentary. Alcon looked at me like I was crazy. Maybe I was. I was up for argumentation.

“We’re not just going in there, are we? I mean, it’s underwater. Unless you have gills or something, it’s not going to work.”

“You’re a real sissy, you know that?” I ignored him and waded into the liquid. It felt too thick to be water, but it had to be. It was also icy cold. I shivered involuntarily and my teeth chattered. I heard splashing behind me, telling me Alcon had finally seen my logic, or lack thereof.

“With any luck, you’ll get eaten.” I muttered, now chest deep. He glared from beside me before sending an apprehensive look forward.

“We’re gonna have to open up our eyes under this. Did you ever think of that part, Miss Know-It-All?”

“Yes. With any luck, you’ll go blind.” I said, taking a series of deep breaths to prepare myself as much as to calm my nerves. Suddenly, Alcon reached under the water and grabbed my hand.

“Let’s go.” He sounded reluctantly resolved. I ignored the tingle that shot up my arm from his touch and nodded. I dipped below the surface, my lungs full and my eyes shut. I opened my eyes and discovered the water was crystal clear. I wanted to laugh but realized that would just get me into trouble. If I surfaced now, the vile water sprites would attack me. Not that I couldn’t beat a water sprite, but when there were several thousands of them, they effectively could render anyone severely wounded or dead.

I kicked harder, desperate to reach the edge of the lake in one breath. Needing to take another one was risky, and I really wasn’t in the mood to save Alcon’s life. So far, Alcon was swimming along without a problem. I wondered how long he could hold his breath.

As we just passed the halfway point, I noticed that we were being shadowed. I tried to ignore the creature that looked, strangely for its race, like an eel, but every moment longer we traveled underwater, it came closer. Kelpies were dangerous creatures, and this one, although it appeared different, was no better.

My lungs were burning now, and I was afraid I’d have to surface before we got to the other end. I pressed on with all the energy I had left in me. I could see the ground rising up toward the surface as we got closer. If I focused all my thoughts on that safe point, I could make it just fine.

That was, until something, probably the Kelpie, grabbed me around my ankle, and I screamed, releasing the last of my air. I thrashed in the water, not aware of anything else around me except for the fact that I absolutely couldn’t surface. No longer because of the sprites, but because the Kelpie was dragging me down to the unholy depths of the darkness. I wondered where Alcon was and if he’d make it to safety, just before I blacked out completely.

- - - - -

“I still don’t like the idea of prisoners being kept in such comfortable rooms.” A rough voice said as I very slowly made it back to consciousness. I was warm, dry, and very comfortable, although I had no clue where I was. I didn’t dare open my eyes; whoever was speaking was standing close to me, and I wanted to hear more.

“She isn’t at all dangerous.” Another voice that seemed so familiar replied. I couldn’t place it, but I just knew I’d heard it somewhere.

“She was sent by that stupid Council to get rid of the rebellion.”

“Not the rebellion, just you, Dreyd.” The other voice sounded almost close to laughter.

“Don’t smile like that, Alcon!” Dreyd was furious now. “You lead her here!”

“She was unconscious! Really, you’re not afraid of a silly little girl, are you?”

“She’s a bounty hunter, is she not?”

“She’s not even famous!” Alcon scoffed. I wanted to sit up and hit him hard. He worked for the rebellion the whole time? He was my enemy… is, is my enemy, and I helped him!

“That doesn’t matter. How do you think the famous ones become so? They do things like this!” Dreyd spat, no doubt running his hand through his hair. I was desperate to open my eyes, but I was afraid they’d stop talking. The sudden smell of something burning reached my nose. It was pleasant, like the fires we had under the stove for supper at home. Home… it was so far away; even farther now that I was in enemy territory and they knew just who I was.

“Look, here comes dinner.” Alcon noted excitedly. The sound of rubbing hands together accompanied this.

“I don’t want to eat in here… with her just lying there.” Dreyd complained.

“Really, Dreyd, you sound like a child. You’re the top general, here; she’s a young girl. Come eat, you need your strength.”

My stomach growled desperately. I knew they heard it, because they suddenly became quiet, so I sat up groggily, pretending to know nothing. I looked around, taking everything in. I was on a very large four-poster bed, lying on top of the covers. There was a fireplace to my left, from which a small fire seemed to be fading. There was a door near the foot of the bed, and a tall oak dresser just to the right of that. Finally, to the right of me, Alcon and Dreyd were sitting on two large wing-backed chairs, a small coffee table between them, upon which was delicious looking food. Dreyd was looking at me in fear, whereas Alcon just gazed blankly at me.

“Hungry? We have some delightful-”

“Don’t offer her food! She’s a prisoner! You told me she was sent to kill me.” Dreyd glared with contempt at his right hand man. Dreyd then fixed his dark gaze on me. His eyes were a rich brown that matched his hair. His face was older and very battle-scarred. He was wearing black pants, black combat boots, and no shirt. He was well-built for an older guy, too. I noticed that he had a small blade tucked partially into his boot and a sword was lying on the floor next to him, farthest away from me.

“Yes, but she’s secure, so don’t worry. There’s some muffins here, and some apples, amongst other things.” Alcon offered. I stared at him incredulously.

“You were working for him… the whole time?!” I blurted.

“Of course. That stupid childish boy couldn’t possibly be more than an act. I guess I’m pretty good, huh?” Alcon winked and grabbed a blueberry muffin and proffered it to me. “Want?”

“She should be fed on bread heels and water.” Dreyd seemed to be pouting. I slid off the bed and jerked the muffin from Alcon’s hand, just to spite the king.

“Thanks.” I muttered, unable to stop myself.

“Welcome. And no, it’s not poisoned.” Alcon nodded and picked up a red apple, taking a rather large and juicy bite. I, feeling relieved, although I know I shouldn’t have, ripped off a piece of muffin and jammed it into my mouth. It was heavenly.

“So the question now is what to do with her?” Alcon asked, swallowing.

“There is no question on the matter, Alcon!” Dreyd exclaimed contemptuously. “She’s my newest prisoner! Throw her into the dungeons! Have her tortured!”

“Now, really, Dreyd, she’s just a little girl. We needn’t torture her. Besides, that’s not what the rebellion’s about. You said in the beginning we’d be hospitable toward our captives, should we get any.”

“Yes, but-”

“Dreyd, if you renegotiate now, you’ll only leave room for suspicion amongst our forces. Soon, they won’t trust anything you have to say.” Alcon pointed out, grabbing a slice of very orange cheese. Dreyd calmed down, evidently seeing the logic.

“So… what do we do?” Dreyd asked after a few moments of relative silence except for the chewing.

“That’s what I asked you.” Alcon grabbed a glass and took a swig of the liquid inside.

“I say we let me go.” I finally spoke. They both looked over at me, as though suddenly remembering I was actually there in person.

“And why is that an option?” Alcon’s smile was condescending and unbelieving.

“Did you honestly think I could actually kill him? I’ve never killed anyone in my life before. Why should I start now?”

“How should I know your past? I’ve never even heard of you!” King Dreyd exclaimed. He was evidently furious. I don’t blame him, really; finding out there’s a bounty hunter after your head sitting in close proximity to you… it has to be unnerving.

“Well, Alcon’s been around me for a while, so he should know my personality by now.” I supplicated to Alcon’s obvious ego. He looked quite pleased.

“The girl has a point.” He nodded in agreement. Dreyd looked affronted.

“Look, you decide what to do with her; I’m going to rally another attack.” Dreyd, looking quite disgusted, swept out of the room. I kept my eyes on the closed wooden door, unable to look at Alcon.

“Can you be persuaded to join our side?” Alcon asked after a few moments of silence. I raised an eyebrow and looked at him.

“Beg pardon?”

“You heard me.” His voice was low and calm. He gazed at me, as though penetrating my very soul. I stared right back.

“Why?”

“Because of what you said about flickering flames.” Alcon recalled our earlier conversation.

“What’s the cost to me?”

“You get to live, no punishment, and if you prove yourself worthy, you can be a bounty hunter for us.”

“Deal.” I nodded and stood up. He did likewise, and stuck out his hand. We shook. The question was still in my mind, though, why did he allow me to live?

- - - - -

The next couple weeks were essentially a testing period for me by Dreyd. I had to prove that I was on his side. I found out that my deception skills are first-rate as well. I got to know a lot of the key people in the revolt against the Council of Communicators. I also spent a lot of my time with Alcon. A lot of time. I got to know him quite a bit better and my first impression of him was way off kilter. In fact, I discovered he’s not all that bad.

“Elmenia!” A familiar voice called. I cringed. Gelad. He was so annoying and, for some reason, enjoyed boasting to me about how he was going to be promoted any day now.

I pretended I couldn’t hear him and ducked into the first room I came to.

“It’s usually more polite to knock.” Alcon’s voice informed me.

“Not when you’re hiding from Gelad.” I retorted, pressing my ear against the now-closed door, hoping he’d finally gone. I let out the breath I didn’t know I’d been holding, and turned to face Alcon. I almost collapsed right there. He was wearing black pants and combat boots. No shirt. He was relaxed in a chair, polishing his sword. He looked good.

“Is he bothering you?” Alcon seemed slightly concerned.

“He’s just annoying.” I answered.

“That’s understandable.” Alcon nodded, a smirk on his face, and resumed cleaning his weapon. I was about to say something, but there was a knock at his door. My eyes went wide and I threw myself onto his bed and rolled off onto the other side with a thud.

“I’m not here!” I hissed, praying nobody would see me.

“You know if you’re discovered, it’ll look really funny. I’m also very good at making up stories.”

“I hate you.”

“Come in.” Alcon beckoned. The door opened and an extremely familiar pair of boots caught my eyes. I pulled my head back from the edge of the bed and curled into the smallest ball I could.

“Alcon, have you seen Elmenia anywhere?” Gelad’s voice was slightly nervous, as though he’d rather not be here at all. I smiled to myself.

“What do you want her for?”

“I just want to know if you’ve seen her.”

“I saw her earlier.” Alcon replied. I gasped slightly, then covered my mouth, hoping nobody heard that. That little traitor! I thought, clenching my free hand into a fist.

“Know where she went?”

“What are you- her stalker?”

“I just-”

“Go find another hobby.” Alcon’s voice was cold and ruthless. I was half-tempted to peek above the bed to get a look at his face. My heart suddenly leapt into my throat. I know I wasn’t reading too much into his tone… was I? I shook my head. What am I thinking? It’s Alcon, for crying out loud! Just because every time I see him my heart beats a little bit faster doesn’t mean anything!

“Elmenia… well, I just wanted to talk to her, but if you haven’t seen her… I guess I’ll just go.” Gelad hurriedly escaped. I let out an audible sigh of relief and stood up.

“That was close.” I snapped. Alcon didn’t even look over at me.

“Far off, Elmenia. Gelad’s stupid. Look, if he bothers you again, tell me, and I’ll take care of it.”

“Look, I’m not asking for handouts, Alcon. I can take care of myself.”

“Obviously not.” Alcon’s voice darkened slightly, and his eyes met mine. They, too, were frosty. I decided to back down… just this once.

“Well, thanks. It means a lot that you’d want to stick up for me.” I plopped down on his bed, lying on my stomach, and placing my chin in my hands. I wiggled my legs back and forth, taking a look around his room. Then it suddenly dawned on me.

“Hey! Your room… this is the one that I was in when I first came here!”

“Wow, very observant, aren’t you?” Alcon rolled his eyes and picked up his sword to examine it. I stuck out my tongue at him. He sheathed his sword and walked it over to a chair where its holster hung. “And I saw that.”

“What?” I asked innocently. He walked over to me and stood there, towering over me.

“Why are you so childish?”

“Why can you be such a jerk?” I retorted, smiling up at him. He sat down, leaning against the headboard, keeping his feet on the ground. “Well, thanks again for covering. I think it’s safe to-”

“Alcon, the Council has sent- oh my.” Dreyd burst into the room, slamming the door behind him, and stopped short. “Am I interrupting something? Should I come back later?”

“Elmenia was just leaving.” Alcon said through gritted teeth. I stood up and made my way toward the door.

“Oh, so you’ve finished with her then, have you?” Dreyd asked conversationally. I froze; Alcon glared at Dreyd; time stood still. I wanted to beat Dreyd into a bloody pulp for even insinuating….

“You son of a-”

“Now, now, you know I’m just teasing. Even Elmenia knows it, don’t you?” He smiled over at me. I stood there, my mouth catching flies. I marched to the door, flung it open, and let it slam shut behind me. Good thing I’d get to be the one to finish him off.

“You’re a jerk.” Alcon tried to contain his fury. How dare he? Alcon thought, glaring at Dreyd.

“I just wanted to get a rise out of you. I came here for a purpose.” Dreyd became suddenly business-like. Alcon stood up as Dreyd took a chair.

“What purpose?”

“Well, the thing about the Council can wait, I suppose. I wanted a suggestion on the third-in-command.”

“Not Gelad.” Alcon said instantly.

“No, no, of course not. That boy tends to be a bit overbearing. Now I want a suggestion of who should be promoted.”

“What about Elmenia?” Alcon suggested after a while in “deep thought.”

“You really think so?” Dreyd looked a little apprehensive.

“She’s a hard worker, she’s been studying our ways and has adapted to them, and she’s extremely loyal.”

“Is that all her magnificent qualities?” Dreyd raised a playful eyebrow.

“Ask her, dammit.” Alcon’s voice was harsh. King Dreyd’s head snapped up and his eyes met Alcon’s.

“Who’s in command here, Alcon? Who is the leader?” Dreyd asked, an eyebrow raised. Alcon remained silent. “You’ve grown awfully attached to my ex-assassin, lately; fond, even.”

“No.” Alcon’s gaze fell and he looked toward the window to the left of Dreyd.

“You honestly care for her, don’t you?” Dreyd nodded wisely, knowing Alcon would not say a word. “You’re not getting any younger, you know. Why don’t you ask her?”

“Ask her what?” Alcon’s eyes were piercingly back on Dreyd, boring into his soul. “What the hell should I ask her, Dreyd?”

“To be with you, of course.”

“Why should I do a stupid thing like that? I don’t need some woman!” Alcon exploded. “I’ve never needed a woman. I don’t need to start now, Dreyd! I’ve been by your side ever since you started the rebellion against the Council, right? Have I ever been swayed by a woman?”

“No, and frankly, that’s been a concern of mine-”

“I hope you rot.” Alcon deadpanned. Dreyd just smiled.

“She’s been the first woman to catch your eye and keep it. You should do something about it.”

“I am! She’s just dense!” Alcon exploded before he could stop himself. He suddenly froze and his eyes went wide. “I didn’t mean that.”

“I knew you liked her.” Dreyd nodded triumphantly. “Drop more hints, less subtle ones, Alcon. That’ll be better. Call her in here. I’m going to promote her to third-in-command.”

Alcon left the room before he could say anything else to reveal what he had tried to keep hidden from the moment he’d met Elmenia.

At this moment, I chose to round the corner and ran smack into him. Well, I didn’t choose to, really. It was an accident.

“I’m sorry.” I apologized.

He just stood there, looking at me. I was getting very annoyed, but still happened to notice how his hair falling over his eyes looked very seductive.

“What?” I demanded finally.

“Nothing.”

“Don’t ‘nothing’ me, Alcon! What?”

“You need to work on being aware of your surroundings.” He smirked. I rolled my eyes.

“I’m plenty aware of my surroundings, thank you. Go away.” I marched off, taking my own instruction, toward the direction I was previously going.

“He’s going to make you third.” Alcon called back, a small note of desperation in his voice. I froze and turned back and peered around the corner.

“What?”

“Dreyd. He wants to make you third-in-command. You’ve even passed up Gelad.” Alcon nodded and started walking back toward Alcon’s bedroom. I followed him.

“Are you serious? Third… wow, what an honor!” I couldn’t believe it. Although passing up Gelad was really no problem. He was a brown-nosing little twit. He should be fed to the hippocampus.

“Not too shabby, I guess. Although, I’m still your superior.” Alcon gloated.

“Think what you like, Alcon, if it makes you feel any better.”

“I’m only stating fact, Elmenia.”

“Only your rank is superior to mine, nothing else.” I shot back, knowing I’d finally got one up on him. He just scowled at me.

“Just go in and get promoted.” Alcon pushed me forward and walked off.

“What, you’re not going to stay and let me gloat at you?” I teased, knocking on the door.

“Maybe later.” Alcon disappeared.

“Come in.” Dreyd’s voice was muffled. I did as I was bid and shut the door behind me.

“I’ve heard rumor you’ve wanted to see me.”

“And I’m sure you know what else the rumors are saying?”

“Yes.” I replied.

“I’m promoting you to third-in-command of the rebellion against the Council of Communicators. Do you accept?” He sounded so professional, much different from the first time I talked to him.

“Gladly.”

“Meet me in my throne room tomorrow, say, noon, and we’ll discuss new courses of action. Of course, you’ll have lunch with me, as well.”

“Yes, sir.” I bowed slightly an exited the room. Tomorrow would be the perfect time to finish off what I had originally intended: Dreyd’s death.

- - - - -

I stood outside the kitchen doors, waiting for the food to be set on the giant tray. I told the cooks that I’d take him the food so they could get ready for the lunches of the other revolutionaries.

“Here you go, ma’am.” The skinny cook’s assistant smiled and proffered the wine glasses, bottle, and soups. I muttered a thanks and headed toward King Dreyd’s throne room. I stopped, just outside his door, and balanced the tray on a small table to the left. I uncorked the wine bottle with my teeth; I poured the red liquid into the glasses. I looked down at the liquid for a moment and smiled. Finally, my quest would be completed and I could go home.

I froze. I would leave and never see Alcon again. My heart sank in my chest. He’d remain here, become the next leader, and perhaps the Council would wish for me to disperse of him as well. Maybe I could go into hiding before that.

I loosened my belt and procured the vial of Wyan poison. I unscrewed the small white lid and dropped half of the contents into one glass and half into the other. The shimmering silver liquid dissipated instantly and didn’t even appear to be in the glasses at all. I lowered my face and sniffed. Only the smell of fermented grapes reached my nose. Perfect, just like Wyan should be. I recapped the empty vial and replaced it into the hidden compartment of my belt. I readjusted my clothing and knocked on the door.

“Come in.” Dreyd’s voice almost made me jump. Those would be one of the last few words he’d ever say. I quickly picked up the tray.

“I can’t, Dreyd, I’m carrying the food.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to go through all that, Elmenia.” He opened up the door and ushered me inside. He closed it behind him and I set the serving dish upon the table that was placed between two chairs.

“Well, I figured tactics should be explained without the interruption of others bringing in food.”

“Very smart.” Dreyd touched the side of his nose. “Shall we toast, first?”

“Absolutely. Let us enjoy good wine and a meal before we plot.” I smiled, picking up a glass. He did likewise, a smile on his older, scarred face.

“To the infinite plots of revolution.” Dreyd held up his glass.

“Hear, hear!” I cried, watching Dreyd place the glass to his lips.

He took a long drink of the wine laced with Wyan. I set my own full glass on the table next to me. Dreyd looked at me, his brows furrowed together in confusion.

“But this is to toast our-” His glass slipped from his hand, clanking onto the floor. He clutched first at his chest then at this throat. He couldn’t breathe, his heart was stopping, and all bodily functions would shut down in less than thirty seconds. I knew Wyan very well.

“Sorry, Dreyd. It had to be done. I was sent on a quest to annihilate you. It’s for the betterment of every single one of the realms.” I watched as he fell to his knees, his breathing heavy and labored. He reached out to me then fell completely forward, his hand still outstretched. I saw his chest rise and fall one last time. His eyes stared blankly and his mouth hung slightly open. Finally, victory was mine.

Then, the worst possible thing could have happened: the door opened and closed, and Alcon was standing in the throne room.

“I swear I didn't do that!” I burst, taking about three steps away from the body. Alcon looked at me, a blank look on his face. Oh, no! I thought, he’s going to murder me on the spot.

“We’ve got to get rid of Dreyd’s body.” He said after a moment. My mouth involuntarily dropped and my eyes widened.

“What?”

“If anyone finds out what you’ve done, they may want your death.” Alcon looked around, probably for something to put the body in.

“You’re not going to murder me?” I asked stupidly. He smiled over at me, for once, a sincere smile.

“I can’t.” He replied simply. He sent me a significant look; however, I wasn’t catching the significance. What, he had no weapon on him? Maybe it would look suspicious to have the King and the third-in-command were dead?

“Why ever not?”

“You really do need to work on being aware of your surroundings.” He grinned. “I don’t suppose you have levitating powers, do you?”

“Of course I do.” I retorted smugly, knowing perfectly well he knew my powers, holding my hands out in front of me. I lifted them slightly, and Dreyd’s lifeless body rose off the cold cement floor. “It’s going to look strange if he’s just floating lifeless through the fortress, you know.”

“You really are amazing.” Alcon shook his head in astonishment. I couldn’t tell whether he was being sarcastic about my intelligent remark or not.

“Not really.” I suddenly blushed. He just looked at me for a moment before muttering some incantation under his breath. How could I have forgotten? Alcon’s one of the best magicians in our generation.

The body disappeared to the sight, but I could still feel the pressure on my biceps. Levitating wasn’t always as fun as my friends back on Luniea made it out to be.

“What if the body bumps into somebody on the way out?” I asked as Alcon opened the door. He looked back at me, his hazel eyes shining from under his dark blue hair.

“I’ll take care of it, Elmenia.” He nodded and walked out. I followed him, keeping Dreyd’s body between us. I almost laughed. Dreyd was always between us, trying to pit us against each other.

“Elmenia!” A distinctive high-pitched male voice called out. I sighed, and my shoulders visibly slumped. Alcon kept walking, since it would have looked slightly suspicious had he not.

“Yes?” I turned slightly, begging Fate to be on my side for once. Gelad clapped a hand on my shoulder as Alcon rounded the corner.

“Look, I’m sorry about our little argument earlier. I’m glad you got third-in-command. Fourth isn’t so bad. Now that you’re my superior, it’ll look like you’re trying to comfort me if we have dinner together this evening in my barracks.” Gelad’s hand was suddenly at the small of my back, moving in small circles. I tensed up. I would have punched him right there, but my hands, stick straight at my sides, were a little occupied.

“Gelad, I can’t, you see I-”

“Am already having dinner with me.” Alcon was leaning casually against the wall in front of us. I wasn’t sure how long he’d been standing there, but I was terribly glad he was.

“I’m sure you can lend her for one-”

“She’s mine, back off, Gelad.” Alcon stood up straight, his eyes cold. He looked almost… jealous. Gelad raised his hands and backed up slowly.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” Gelad laughed nervously. “Catch you both later….”

I watched Gelad turn and hurry down the hall in the opposite direction. We continued our way.

“Your acting skills are amazing.” I complimented. “He believed you completely.”

“Don’t let him touch you again.” Alcon ordered, his voice angry.

“What?”

“Don’t let Gelad put his hands on you again. I’m sick of seeing him touch you.”

“What was I supposed to do? Drop Dreyd’s body? He might notice the sickening crunching sound when the body hit the floor!” I exclaimed, controlling my urge to wave my hands frantically.

“Not just this time. He’s touched you before. His hand on your leg, your shoulder, your back, the top of your head… and you just take it in stride!”

“You sound like the jealous boyfriend; lighten up, Alcon.” I waited as Alcon opened up a door leading outside and held it open for Dreyd and me.

“Just because I’m not there yet doesn’t mean I can’t-” Alcon shut up as soon as he realized what he was saying. I froze, staring at him. Was he really saying…?

“Alcon…”

“Let’s put the body over here.” He said, pointing to a garbage heap. I set the body down and he left the invisibility enchantment.

“Alcon…” I started again as we walked away.

“We need to make our escape now.” He grabbed my upper arm and roughly escorted me toward the front of the fortress. I was about to protest and demand we talk about the whole saying but not saying thing right now, but he had a point. If we didn’t escape, we wouldn’t live. I jerked my arm out of his grasp, and ran alongside him. At the entrance awaited a peryton; I had only seen one once before. It looked just like a very large brown deer, with huge, sharp antlers, but it had the hind legs of a massive bird and magnificent gray wings. It stood there, gazing around, as though looking out for any sign of trouble. I noticed that its shadow was that of a portly man. I was about to ask Alcon about this, but decided that, too, could wait.

“Come on.” Alcon placed a hand on my back and helped me toward the peryton.

“We’re not getting on that thing, are we?”

“He’s perfectly capable of carrying us both to safety. He’s a sturdy peryton.” Alcon patted its neck. I eyed the creature dubiously.

“That wasn’t the point. I’ve never ridden-”

“Up you go.” Alcon’s hands were around my waist and he lifted me onto the peryton, just behind the start of his wings. Alcon climbed on behind me and wrapped one hand around my waist and the other was at the base of the peryton’s wings.

“Alcon, I don’t think this is a good idea.” I gazed at the animal apprehensively. I’d never ridden on one before.

“Trust me, okay?” His voice was calm and low, right next to my ear. He nudged the peryton; it flapped its wings and took off toward the bright, sunny sky.

The sensation of flying above the ground with nothing to break your fall was both exhilaration and terrifying. The closest I’d ever come to a feeling like this was when I jumped off of my aunt’s second story rooftop. Of course, I was seven at the time and I ended up fracturing my wrist, but it was spectacular nevertheless.

I held out my arms and closed my eyes, tilting my head back. I didn’t know how long the ride would be, where we were going, or if I’d ever get to do it again, so I thought I’d enjoy it while I still could.

“I’m glad to see you’re enjoying this. We should do it more often.” Alcon commented over the rushing wind and beating wings. I nodded.

“Where are we headed, anyway?” I yelled.

“Back to the Fortress of Communicators. They’ll want to know we’ve completed our quest.”

“I still don’t know why everything turned out like it did, with you and all.”

“I’ll explain when we get there.” He rested his chin on my shoulder. I blushed and stared straight ahead. That reminded me: we’d also have to talk about his earlier, partly spoken sentiments.

We soared upward through the sky, where I noticed what looked like a shining pillar stood directly in front of us. As we flew closer, I realized it was a precariously placed portal.

The next thing I knew, we landed swiftly on the very same steps Alcon and I had left from about a month before when we’d just begun our quest. Alcon dismounted first and held up his hands to assist me down. It was almost in slow-motion. He lowered me with care, and we just looked at each other for a moment, with his hands still at my waist.

Then, to ruin the practically perfect moment, I’m sure, a Messenger waltzed over and stood, peering at me. Alcon quickly removed his hands and backed up about a foot. I sighed and looked up; it was the eldest of my two Messengers. I smiled.

“I suppose you’ve completed your task?” He asked, his voice hiding the eagerness I could see in his eyes.

“That’s between me, Alcon, and the Council of Communicators.” I sniffed smugly and headed off toward the wide stairs that lead to the hallway. The Messenger just chuckled.

“Brat.”

“I am not.” I retorted, not bothering to look behind me. I marched up the steps and waited at the top for Alcon. He was still at the bottom, looking up at me.

“You coming?” I asked. He blinked twice, as though trying to rid himself of some thought, and followed me. We walked, side by side, toward the Council’s room.

The doors opened of their own will and we entered the extremely bright room. It was as though I had stepped out and stepped back in, and a month hadn’t passed. Everything was the same, except Alcon was now to my left instead of sitting in one of the chairs. Well, everything looked the same, but everything was changed.

The Council leader arose as we entered. Both Alcon and I bowed on one knee and remained there. She came closer and lifted our bowed heads with her hands.

“It is finished then?” She inquired as we arose.

“Quest complete.” I replied. She looked delighted.

“We now may rest in peace… at least until another revolutionary decides to usurp.” She looked deeply at both of us. “I can see many changes have occurred… not just with the death of King Dreyd.”

The rest of the Council were nodding in the background. I shot them a funny look.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand.” I said.

“You both have changed.” She reached forward and grabbed my left hand and Alcon’s left hand. She joined them together. “Feelings have grown between the two of you.”

“I… uh-” I looked down at our now conjoined hands and up to Alcon’s face. He looked surprised, but didn’t pull away.

“At least on one side.” Alcon muttered slowly. My eyebrows shot up. So, he knew that I was desperately in love with him? Was that what he was going to say earlier? He knew all this time and he was just being kind… was that it?

“Look at her face, and you’ll know that the statement isn’t true.” The silver-haired woman instructed. I immediately turned away. I didn’t want pity. I jerked my hand from his grasp, turned, and ran out the door.

“Elmenia!” Alcon called. I kept running. How embarrassing! Everyone knew except for me. The Council, Alcon, probably even the Messengers… they all knew how I felt!

I stopped at the end of the first flight of stairs and looked around. Where was I to go from here? Where were the carriages with the pegasuses?

“Elmenia, would you wait a minute? Elmenia!” Alcon called out again, not far behind me. I stood there, defeated. I had nowhere to run, hide, escape. At least I wouldn’t be as embarrassed as I would if the Council were still bearing witness.

“You knew?” I turned and asked the moment he’d caught up with me. “How long? How long did you know?”

“Know… what are you talking about, Elmenia?” Alcon asked, running a hand through his blue hair that ended up falling right back into place.

“Don’t play dumb to make me feel any better, Alcon. You knew that I liked you! How long have you known?” I demanded. Alcon froze, gazing at me intently. His eyes were locked with mine and he studied me.

“Honestly… all of three seconds.” Alcon smiled. I stood there, my mouth slightly open.

“What?”

“You still need to gain a sense of awareness, Elmenia.” Alcon laughed and came closer. He cupped his hand on the side of my head and pulled my face closer to his. He brought his lips down on mine in a very beautiful kiss that contained all of our emotions.

Needless to say, it was perfect.

We parted and he had a smile on his face.

“What?” I asked as he played with the ends of my hair.

“Now my quest is complete.” Alcon kissed me again, deeper and more passionate this time.

And we both lived completely happy together from then on. That is, until my younger Messenger said the Council still wanted to speak to us and give us our reward. Then all hell broke loose.

The End