Author's Note:
I hope you enjoyed my take on Ean and Iya's history. We'll be taking some time away from the main story to address many of the prominent side plots. I'm excited for this! Enjoy!
-Tangent
It took nearly half an hour to explain what had happened in the volcano to the crew, and another half for all their question to be answered. As the sun sank below the horizon, Ean gazed out at the fiery mountain behind them.
"Feels weird, leaving it behind." He said to his companion, who nodded.
"Maybe we can return one day."
"Just not now." Ean responded, and Iya put a hand on his shoulder. They did not speak for a few minutes as Ava sailed away from the mountain. Beregond followed, evidently enjoying splashing in the waves and diving for fish. The party cleaned up as best they could, using water and soap to get rid of the ash and dust that had caked their bags and clothes.
When they had sailed far enough away to be safe, the crew dropped the anchor and began stowing their gear for the night gratefully. Ean felt exactly the same. After their ordeal within the mountain and his near death, even he was thoroughly wiped out.
"You should get some rest." He said lowly to Iya as they moved away from the railing. "I need to confer with the spirits first."
"You're just as tired as I. More, probably." The elf retorted. "I'll come with you. Besides, I won't get any sleep knowing you're exposed to that vampire again." He knew better than to argue, and so he followed her into her room. All the women had their own small chambers, courtesy of Ava, and so he knew that they would have some modicum of privacy.
The elf sat, closing his eyes and letting himself drift into the chamber within his mind. The last thing he felt was Iya's hand on his back...
It took an effort of will to manifest himself within the room, and Ean frowned. It had always been easy for him to do so, but now it felt as though he was not the only one in control of the space.
Where there had been four spirits previously, there now sat five. Erik was on Amari's left, in his massive form that towered of the rest of them. Still, the elf sensed no more hostility coming from the behemoth.
"Hello, everyone. Sorry I couldn't be here sooner."
"You know you don't have to apologize." Amari said dryly. "We're alright."
"Are you?" Ean said. "During the battle, I felt you torn away from me yet again. You have my apologies for failing you."
"You did not fail." Edward rumbled. "The boy is free." He turned to gaze at the only creature larger than himself.
"I am." Erik said, and his voice was still that of a child. "You saved me, Ean. Thank you."
"I feared I was too late." The elf murmured with a sigh of relief. "I'm glad you are all alive, or as much as you can be, anyways. Did the memories-"
"They did." Vincent chimed in. "I remember more... My daughter, the village... We had a good life, before it was shattered."
"I agree." Amari said with a glance at Edward. "And I'll admit, it's nice to have the others here, while we're stuck inside your mind." Her tone was light, indicating that the words were not meant seriously. Ean smiled.
"That's the closest you've come to complaining, Amari. Vincent must be rubbing off on you."
"Hey!" He laughed, then let the smile fade from his face.
"I should have been more careful."
"Nobody could have known." Cigne admonished him gently. "You did well. As far as I know, there is only one spirit remaining."
"Unfortunately, we have no idea where or what it is." Vincent finished. "Although Eredar is a likely possibility. If the witch wanted to isolate us, that would be a good way to do it." Ean nodded slowly as he considered this.
"We'll cross that when we get to it. For now, I think we're going to return to Thais Beregond can fly much faster than our ship can sail, so we can leave for the Land of the Lost whenever we want."
"Very well. Be safe, Ean." He nodded. "We are entering the times of greatest peril. Be on your guard."
There was a weight on his shoulder. It was warm, and soft in some places. As Ean returned to his body fully, he found that Iya had fallen asleep and was leaning against him. Her hair had come out of its braid, and there was still a smudge of dirt on her forehead. Nevertheless, she was one of the prettiest things he had ever laid eyes upon.
Reaching out, he gently pushed her hair to one side. She stirred, and her eyes twitched slightly.
"Ean?" She murmured.
"It's okay, you can go back to sleep." He said softly. "Sorry for keeping you up." He made to get off the bed, but felt her hand wrap around his.
"Just stay here. I know you're tired." She muttered, and moved over to allow him access to the mattress. Ean froze, feeling his heart beating faster and faster against his chest. Sleep? Here? It wasn't the most appropriate thing, but surely it didn't matter. Or did it? Her chest rose and fell gently, and he suddenly became aware of what she was wearing.
Iya tugged on his hand again, and he gave in. He laid down opposite her, and saw the elf's eyes flicker open for a moment.
"Are you sure?"
"Mmmm." He didn't quite know how to respond to that, so he said nothing at all. After a minute or two, his breathing steadied, and Ean dropped off to sleep.
When Iya awoke, it was with the startling realization that she was not alone in her bed. Then she remembered, and her whole body shook with silent embarrassment. She had asked Ean to sleep in her bed with her. If she was being accurate, the female elf had all but force him to do so.
Her face flushed as she gazed upon the other figure sleeping across from her. He was handsome, even when he slept. She didn't know what it was about the young elf that had established her feelings for him from a young age, but was undeniable that even among the other elves, her mate was attractive.
Somehow, they had gone from touching hands to nearly being intertwined, something Iya refused to think about as she rose quietly from the bed. Ean would likely sleep for at least another hour, if not more. A quick glance out the porthole that served as a window confirmed that it was dawn.
She changed into her travel clothes quickly, still thinking about what occurred the previous night? Had Ean been okay with it? Would he want to do it again? Would she want to do it again? It was not something that young elves did, not if they were proper. Still, she shivered at the thought of spending so much time alone with him...
I need to get out of here before I do something rash. She all but ran for the door, slipping it open and sliding smoothly out into the hallway. The air was warmer than usual, thanks to the volcano nearby. After spending so much time inside the mountain, even the ship's passages felt cramped and crowded.
Thankfully, her thoughts began to clear as the elf performed the familiar routine of making tea. Guessing that Ava would be on the deck, charting their course, she seized another worn, brown mug and filled them both with the hot liquid. It wasn't anything special, but the mundane task helped Iya think a little clearer.
I'll just apologize later. I don't think he'd be mad over something like this. He feels that same way about me, after all. The stray thought made her smile. Knowing that Ean reciprocated her feelings was a powerful fact, one that had entered her head many times since the night in Happily Ever After.
As she stepped out into the morning breeze, tea held in both hands, she saw Ava next to the wheel, dressed in her normal black vest and with her purple hair tied back. Two of the sailors gave her respectful nods as she passed, and she smiled at them as she approached the captain.
"Thanks." The woman murmured as Iya stepped up to stand next to her. "I'm just charting the path back to the mainland. Bit of a long journey, but we'll make it. The winds from the nymph should help."
"We?" Iya asked, as she took a sip of tea. Ava looked slightly guilty, but continued.
"Yeah. I can't abandon my crew out here and fly back to Thais with you, Iya. I'm going to sail back with them, if that's okay?"
"I see no problems with it." The elf responded. "After all, it is your ship."
"Thanks." The pirate said again. "I just wouldn't feel right leaving them out her without the best navigator on board."
"Don't let the crew hear you say that." Iya cautioned, and Ava laughed.
"They know it's true." She straightened up and turned to face the elf fully. "Say, have you seen Ean? Rye told me last night he couldn't find him." Iya choked on her tea and turned away from the woman immediately, concealing the red that rushed into her cheeks once more.
"N-No. I haven't. He should be in his bunk." Her voice was an octave higher than usual, and she winced internally.
Ava frowned, puzzled by the reaction.
"Uh... Rye told me he never came in, not that he heard at least. Gavin said the same when he woke this morning. So I thought I'd..." She trailed off slowly, and a grin began to spread across her face. "Iya, I think you know where he is." The elf yelped, looking defiantly in the opposite direction.
"I-I don't!"
"Is he in your bed?" The pirate finished, smiling so deviously that it looked evil. The words took all the fight out of the female elf, and she buried her face in her hands.
How did she know?
"...Yes." She mumbled through her fingers, and Ava burst out laughing. The sound rolled across the ship, and Iya groaned. "You'd better not tell anyone, either."
"Not a soul." The woman said cheerfully. "I was wondering when you two would finally get a move on. Would your parents approve?"
Is she... Is she talking about... It took a considerable amount of willpower for the elf to raise her head and glare at the pirate, who was unfazed. "For your information, we did not do... that. We were merely tired." She tried to infuse an air of nonchalance into the statement, but it came out as a plea for help.
Still, not a bad... no, no, stop it!
"I'm sure." The pirate responded gleefully. "You know, it's nothing to be ashamed of."
"And who's in your bed, then?" Iya retorted, causing Ava to raise her eyebrows. "Gavin?"
"He wishes." This drew a weak chuckle out of the elf, and she sat down on the planks of the ship. "I'm just teasing you, you know."
"I know." Iya rolled her eyes. "Just wish you didn't see me like that."
"Nothing wrong with having feelings for him." The woman admonished her. "At least somebody on this boat acts on them. It'd be so boring, otherwise." The elf laughed again, feeling light-hearted now that the conversation had been steered away from deadly territory.
"No, he really is sleeping. I think he was exhausted from yesterday."
"I see." Ava said. "And the cure for that was to give the poor elf a stroke by pulling him into bed with you?" Footsteps sounded on the stairs, and Gavin appeared on the deck. He took in the sight of the two grinning females and raised his eyebrows.
"What did I miss?" Iya and Ava looked at each other for a moment, and the elf felt a surge of thankfulness for her friend.
"Nothing at all."
When Ean woke, it was two hours past dawn, and the bed was empty. Much like his counterpart, he froze as he remembered exactly what had happened the night before. Still, he couldn't say that he hadn't enjoyed it...
He found the others on the deck of the ship after he had dressed and eaten, including Iya. She flushed slightly at the sight of him, but acted normally otherwise, a fact that he was grateful for. Ava tossed him a smirk, which he decidedly ignored.
"So, you're staying?" He asked her as Beregond soared overhead.
"Yeah. Not a problem, is it?"
"Not all." The elf said, smiling slightly. "Your crew comes first." He raised his voice, so that everybody on the deck could hear. "And I'm grateful to have sailed with the best crew on the seas. We owe you a lot." The pirates cheered, and Ava smiled.
"You've earned their respect." As their dragon came splashing towards the boat, Jack stepped forward.
"I'm going to stay, as well."
"Scared?" Ean teased him, and the boy shook his head.
"Well, yes, but not really. I think it's better if I stay here and help the crew. Besides, I need to practice my knifework, and I can't do that in the sky."
"That's fair. Stay safe, Jack." The elf touched the boy on the shoulder and squeezed for a moment. Then, he followed the others over the railing and onto Beregond's back. The crew had gathered on deck, eager to see the dragon take flight once again.
"Ready to fly?" Ean asked the dragon as they secured their luggage. He snorted in approval as the party strapped themselves in once again. Once they were flying straight, the buckles could be loosened, but taking off on a dragon was no mean feat. The straps went around the legs, leaving the upper body free to move.
"Everybody secured?" He said, checking to make sure that Emma, Rye, Gavin, and Nicholas were all aboard. They nodded, and he raised his hand in farewell to the crew. Then, with several strokes of his wings, Beregond left the water and took flight, soaring up towards the clouds.
The weather was beautiful as they ascended, with large, fluffy clouds dotting the sky. Their dragon knew where to go, and soared to the northeast, faster than anything Ean had experienced before. Due to the arrangement, Iya was in front of him, and her braid wad fluttering in the wind. She spoke, but the wind was too loud for him to hear the words.
After a minute or two, Beregond levelled out, and the gusts of air were reduced to breezes. Ean's ears popped slightly, and he found that he could hear the others once again.
"This is amazing!" Rye called from behind him, gazing up at the clouds. The elf could hear him pointing out different cloud shapes to the green-haired lady sitting next to him, and her responding laugh as they became more creative.
Iya hair was still moving with the breeze, and her cloak rippled slightly. She was not looking at him, and Ean thought he knew why.
Leaning forward, he wrapped both his arms around her waist and place his head on her shoulder. Her braid brushed his face, and he felt her stiffen slightly in surprise.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked, quietly enough that the others could not hear. "I can practically hear your thoughts inside your head." Her soft hands came to rest on his, and Ean could see the turmoil on her face.
"I was thinking... about last night. And us."
Not surprising. I think we both were caught off guard.
"I'm not mad, if that's what you're wondering. That's some of the best sleep I've had in months." Iya flushed slightly, but didn't remove her hands from his.
"That's not it. I just... wasn't expecting myself to do that."
"So you enjoyed it?" He teased her. "Is that why Ava was smirking at me like that?" To his astonishment, Iya turned to look directly into his eyes. They were only a few inches apart, and his heart seemed to drop into his stomach.
"I did enjoy it, Ean. I'm much happier when I'm closer to you. You know that. It's just... what would our parents say if they knew?"
What would my mother say? The question was left unspoken, but Ean knew it was what she meant. Her mother, the one who had pushed her the hardest and placed the most burdens upon her young daughter. If not for that, Iya might never have been weakened enough to accept the Snow Queen's offer... No, he wouldn't think like that.
"My parents like you." He offered, sensing the hurt in her voice. "I doubt they'd care if we were together, as long as we make it back safely." Iya shook her head.
"Yes, but sleeping in the same bed... that's not something mates do. It's saved for marriage. I would hate to give the others the wrong impression."
"Who cares?" Ean said bluntly, a spark of frustration blooming in his mind. Was Iya really worried about her mother, when she had no right to come between them? He took a slow breath, doing his best to stay calm. He really did like her family. They were just so stubborn about her not having any magic. If only they had known the truth...
"I know, I shouldn't. Yet, I do." Iya admitted in a small voice. "What if my mother doesn't like our relationship?" He released his arms from around her waist and pulled her backwards, eliciting a small yelp from the elf in his arms. She ended up with her head against his chest, and Ean looked into her eyes. Tears were glimmering there, and Iya closed them in frustration.
"Either she will accept it, or she won't." He said in a gentle voice, using his finger to brush the liquid away. "And I don't care whether or not she does." Iya's eyes opened again, looking at him in shock. "Because I love you, Iya Tiki. And I'm not going to let anybody, family or not, stand in the way of my feelings for you."
"Ean..." The elf leaning against him opened her mouth, but he pressed a finger against her lips lightly.
"And if your mother doesn't see how much we love each other, then that is her fault and not ours. So yes, I enjoyed sleeping next you, and I'd like to do it again. I'd do anything to prove how I feel about you."
"But-"
"They have no say in our lives anymore." Ean told her. "We're adults now, and even if we were younger, we've done enough for several lifetimes already. We don't need their approval, Iya." He leaned closer, twisting so that his head was above hers. "And if I want to kiss you, there's only one person that needs to say yes." His mouth was inches from hers, and her felt her breath quicken slightly as their eyes met. "May I?"
"Yes." She said throatily, and their lips met. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, but Ean knew it had been enough to convince her. As she leaned back against his chest, he saw a smile spread across her face.
"So you want to sleep in my bed, do you? How bold."
"I certainly won't say no." He murmured into her hair. "But we'll see. I wouldn't want to start a host of rumors either. That could be inconvenient, and my good reputation would be marked forever."
"True." Iya responded. "I suppose we'll see how lucky you are." He laughed, and the sound was carried away by the wind.
"I'll make you a deal." Ean said after a moment, looking down at this partner. "If we survive all these quests and make it back home, then we'll deal with our parents." She rolled her eyes, and he mirrored the action.
"Very well."
By her accounting, they had traveled to Thais in a little under ten hours. The sun was moving towards the horizon when Rye shouted, pointing off to one side. Ean lifted his arms from around her, and she leaned forward, peering down towards the ground far below.
We made it that fast? That's impossible! And yet, the city of Thais was stretched out before her, set upon the grassy plain. In the distance, she could see the beginnings of the Brightwood Forest.
"I didn't know Beregond could fly this quickly." She murmured, and Ean acquiesced.
"He deserves a treat, right?" The dragon snorted, evidently pleased by this arrangement, and the elf chuckled. "Take us down near the walls, please." Iya felt a flicker of emotion, and the dragon began to angle downwards.
"Hang on! He's bringing us down!" Ean called, and the others nodded assent. Gavin refastened his belt form his place next to Nicholas. The pair had spent a good chunk of the journey in conversation, something that surprised Iya. Perhaps the prince really was improving his temperament. Emma and Rye were already clutching their straps, looking slightly apprehensive.
And they say Ean and I were obvious. Still, I wouldn't want them to rush things and get hurt. At the very least, I'm glad Emma has another good friend.
As they drew closer to the ground, the female elf saw a large number of tents and building erected to one side of the city wall.
"What's that?" She asked Ean, and he shrugged.
"Uthar will tell us, I'm sure. Don't land on anybody, Beregond." They were only a few hundred feet from the ground, and she heard the sound of trumpets and yells. Thankfully, nobody fired arrows or magic at them.
Beregond soared down a grassy hill and skidded to a stop, his claws tearing furrows in the soft earth. The nearest tent was another hundred feet away, and she patted the flank of their new companion.
"You did so well, Beregond. Thank you." The dragon huffed with pride as the others unstrapped their bags and stood, clambering down onto solid ground.
"That's a relief." Rye said. "No offence to you, Beregond, but I like the earth a bit more." He stumbled a second later as the dragon nudged him with a claw, and chuckled. "Very funny."
Iya landed a split second after Ean did, and turned to survey the city. The sea of tents were arranged in rows, and she could see other wooden buildings interspersed among them. Smoke was rising from several spots, and she could hear men shouting as running.
A portable city? Where did all this come from? As they moved forward, a group of soldiers came running through the tents, swords in hand. Behind them lay the road that led to the city gates, where even more men could be seen.
"Who are you? Where did you come from?" One of the men demanded as Ean stepped forward, accompanied by Rye. Surreptitiously, Iya reached for her staff.
I won't hurt them, but just in case one gets twitchy. It was then that she received another shock. Although they wore the same uniforms, the men were clearly from different cities. One had the fair skin of Candar, while two had the dark skin of Seri.
"At ease, gentleman." Her mate replied, unfazed by their aggression. "We're here to see Prince Uthar at our earlier convenience. He has been expecting us for months, no doubt."
"Oh yeah? And what exactly is that thing?" One of the Serian men demanded. "Could be spies, or monsters."
"Enough!" A new voice sounded, and Iya glanced behind the men to see one of Uthar's elite knights approaching their position. "They are friends of the highest order, and the heroes of our cause. They can pass."
"Don't know about that..." Gavin muttered from behind them, and Rye chuckled.
"Are you certain, sir?" One of the men asked tentatively, but another soldier answered.
"He's right. Those are the elves, and the archer! They're back!" The captain stepped forward and saluted Ean, who nodded in return.
"I will escort you to the gates, sir. Prince Uthar will be happy to hear of your return. No doubt he is already on his way." His gaze flicked over the others until it landed on Nicholas. "Your highness! Welcome home."
"Thank you, Captain." The prince responded, moving forward a pace or two. "I am eager to see my brother again." The men all sheathed their swords, some looking eagerly at the returning heroes.
"Let's go." Ean said, and Iya stepped up next to him as he began striding towards the gates. As they moved, more and more soldiers appeared, lining the sides of the thoroughfare. Some of the Thais knights saluted, while the men from Candar and Seri looked on with a mixture of confusion and eagerness. They had all heard the stories of the traveling band of heroes, but many had never laid eyes upon them before.
As she approached the city gates, Iya felt many eyes land upon her in her traveling robes. Her staff was strapped to her back, and her braid fell over one shoulder.
I don't like crowds, but there's nothing much we can do. I'm not even dressed for the occasion. Oh, well...
As they approached the gates, the massive steel constructions slid apart, revealing the interior of the city. It was much the same as Iya remembered. Hundreds of citizens lined the sides of the main streets, no doubt drawn out by the rumors of a flying monster.
Guess they're only half-wrong. As they passed through the gates, silence fell over the crowd.
"Do we wave?" Emma whispered to Rye, who shrugged. He had never been much for large crowds, and this was no exception.
Someone clapped. Then two, then three. In a moment, every person gathered on the road had begun to cheer and applaud as Ean started forward once more, followed by the others. Iya was stunned as she followed the other elf, not only by the size of the gathering, but the warmth of their reception.
"Do they really like us that much?" She asked Ean, who grinned.
"Maybe they're clapping for you." She elbowed him as the general chaos began to die down, and shouts flew amongst the crowd. She caught only a few before she was out of hearing.
There they are! Those are the heroes of Thais!
They look awesome! And what was that creature that flew by!
Rye! Are you seeing anyone!?
Iya nearly tripped at the last one, shouted by an overly enthusiastic girl. Rye coughed, and Gavin laughed as they moved through the main square.
As they approached the castle gates, trumpets rang out, and the crowd quieted as several knights marched out of the guardhouse. They took up positions on either side of the opening and saluted as two figures appeared from within.
Uthar and Ella stopped short as the party approached, and a smile split the face of the prince. He was dressed in his usual attire, except that it was a dark shade of purple. His cape hung behind him, and his crown gleamed in the afternoon light. Ella wore a dress of a similar shade that had no sleeves, and a golden belt wrapped around her waist. Her crown, smaller and less pronounced than Uthar's could be seen upon her brow.
"You're back!" The man boomed, and with a distinct lack of grace and aplomb, leapt forward to seize Ean by the shoulders eagerly. "It's so good to see all of you!" He moved to each member of the group, bowing low over Emma and Iya's hands, while exchanging forearms with the others. Ella came forward as well, greeting them with a little more respect than Uthar had. Iya gave her a hug, and was happy to see that the princess returned the gesture.
Uthar came to the end of the party and stopped, quite abruptly. Nicholas took a step forward, a small smile on his face.
"Hello, Uthar." The prince's hands trembled slightly, and Iya thought she saw his eyes glistening slightly.
"Nic..." Nicholas held out a hand, but Uthar seized him in a bear hug again. Ella giggled as the younger prince rolled his eyes.
"I haven't been gone that long!" Still, he was smiling larger than Iya had ever seen, and after a moment, the ruler of Thais released him.
"Sorry. I'm just so happy to see all of you that I forgot myself." He clapped his brother on shoulder. "But where is Ava? And Jack?"
"We have a lot to explain." Ean said quietly. "Can we go somewhere more quiet?" The crown prince nodded at once.
"Of course. Follow me." He waved to the crowd behind them, and another cheer rose into the air as the party moved through the gates of the castle.
That wasn't so bad. Maybe I'm getting better at these public appearances.
It took the better part of an hour to get into the castle, greet the nobles lines up to see the returning adventurers, make their excuses, and get to the rooms Uthar had prepared for them. Iya had been placed next to Ean, an arrangement she found most satisfactory. The rest of the group was down the hall, including two vacant rooms set aside for Ava and Jack when they arrived. Uthar had been worried about the missing pirate, but Ean had been quick to assure him that they were safe. Beregond had flown off, no doubt to somewhere more suitable to his tastes.
He'll come when we call him, I'm sure. Iya finished adjusting her hair, looking into the mirror next to her bed to make sure it was free of loose strands. She had changed into a nicer set of clothes, donning her dark-blue cape as usual. Her staff was leaning against the wall, as she had no need for it at the moment.
It's modest enough, I suppose. I'm not one for revealing clothes. Still, she had to admit that the outfit looked better than most on her frame.
The elf glanced around her room. It was more furnished than she was used to, with a large carpet at the foot of her bed, and several paintings upon the walls. A fireplace lay dormant on the other side of the space, along with several chairs and a table, all expertly crafted.
Somebody knocked, and she started, unaware that she had been drifting in her own thoughts. Iya hastened to open it, and was greeted by the sight of Ella wearing her same purple gown, minus the crown. She was still as small as the elf remembered, being a few inches shorter than herself.
"Oh, hi, Ella. Is Uthar ready to meet now?" The princess nodded slightly, and Iya followed her out into the corridor. Ean was already there, rounding up the other members.
"It's good to see you again, Iya. It's been quite dull since all of you left the mainland. Not many friends to talk to without you and Emma."
"Well, I'd be happy to spend more time with you." The elf responded sincerely. "Perhaps tomorrow? I'm sure Emma would be delighted to attend as well."
"I'm sure I can clear something off my schedule." Ella rolled her eyes. "Uthar and I have no end of things to be done, especially with the army outside the city."
"Army?"
"Uthar can explain better than I." The woman said, nodding to Ean as he approached with the others. "Let's go, shall we?" His eyes fell on her new outfit, and she felt her knees weaken as they roved over her. Her cheeks warmed, and a small smirk appeared on the elf's face.
That look on his face...
"You heard the princess." He said, and they followed Ella down the hall. Iya walked next to her as they ascended a staircase, and the woman threw her a surreptitious look.
"What was that about?" The elf shook her head, still blushing. "I see."
So much for secrecy...
The group reached the next floor, where Ella led them to what appeared to be Uthar's quarters. They entered the sizable dining room, where a meal had already been laid out. The prince was there, and he smiled as they came in.
"Please, sit. You must be hungry. After that, we can talk." They fell to eating, for a few minutes, there was little conversation. Iya was surprised to find that she was quite hungry after the long flight, and the food was quite delicious.
She noticed that Ella and Uthar kept glancing at each other, as though exchanging some secret messages.
"Did you notice anything about the castle?" Ean murmured from his place to next to her.
"No, why?"
"There's guards posted everywhere now. Way more than there were before. You think something happened?"
"Ella didn't say. I think it's still safe, though." She whispered back, and her mate nodded seriously.
"Me too. Still, keep an eye out for anything unusual."
After they had finished eating, Uthar allowed the servant to clear the table before leaning forward.
"I sense that we have much to tell each other. Why don't you go first?" Ean took a sip of water before beginning to speak. As succinctly as he could, he relayed their voyage to Verashema and Storybook Island, and the problems they had encountered there. Uthar and Ella asked a few questions, but let him speak otherwise.
Her mate told them how they had freed more of the nymphs, and how they had spoken to Goddess for guidance. And then, once he had finished that, told them about the fiery mountain they had scaled, and the mystical secrets they had uncovered.
"So you're saying..." Uthar said when he had finished. "That your dragon can fly over the mountains and into Eredar? And that you can find the blueprints for this weapon of legend?"
"I believe so." Ean responded, leaning back in his chair and taking another drink of water.
"I didn't believe it either, but it's true." Rye put in from his spot next to Gavin. "We made here in half a day. That's the fastest anything in this land has ever traveled, as far as I know."
"Indeed." Ella said, her brows furrowed slightly. "It's very impressive. Perhaps there is a chance you could fly to Eredar."
"Elidyr mentioned something else, didn't her?" Gavin said, referencing their elven ancestor. "He said Eredar had fallen silent. It must have had something to do with Nuha. When the nymphs are attacked, the world falls out of balance."
"It makes sense." Iya agreed. "She's likely been trapped like the others were."
"And Ishtar is the Snow Queen." Uthar said heavily, his expression sad. "These are dark times, when the Goddess's daughter is corrupted."
"It would be best if nobody else knows." Ean told the royals quietly. "It might impact morale."
"You're right." Ella said. "We won't tell anybody else, even the generals. It shouldn't affect our planning either."
"Speaking of which, what is that army camped outside?" Emma asked. "They're not from Thais."
"Correct." Uthar said. "A good majority of them are from Seri, where we managed to negotiate for the sultan's help in the war. Even he knows he can't win against Shaenlir by himself. And thanks to your work in freeing the nymphs, balance is slowly returning to the land."
"What do you mean?" Rye asked, but it was Iya who answered.
"The nymphs are the protectors of the land and its people. Their very influence drives the monsters back into hiding as we free them. I think that the roads are becoming safe to travel again." The prince nodded to her.
"Exactly. The mountains between us and the desert still remain dangerous, but your Express negates that risk almost completely."
"So when we go to Shaenlir..." Ean said slowly.
"You'll have an army backing you up." Uthar told him. "At the very least, we can stall for time while you confront Ishtar."
"Will this be enough, though?" Rye said, gesturing to the window where the sun had fallen below the horizon. "I thought she still had thousands of soldiers."
"She does." The prince said. "We're still working on how to defeat her army. Still, there is something that came a week or two ago..." He produced a folded sheet of paper. "It's from your friend Elkian, in Verashema. Very well-written, if I do say so myself."
"He sent word? I didn't know if he would or not." Ean said with a small smile.
"He did, promising a trade agreement and soldiers for our cause. If they're elven warriors, they'll be many times more effective than our own." Uthar proclaimed, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Can you imagine? When you first stepped into my city, we had no hope at all. But now..."
"We have a real chance to win this war." Ella finished for him. "And it's all thanks to the eight of you." Ean smiled.
"What can I say? We make a good team."
"That you do." Uthar laughed. "Still, we shouldn't get overconfident. We still don't know how to break the barrier between us and Shaenlir, and the Snow Queen might attack again." At these words, his smile seemed to falter, and Ella paled slightly. Iya noticed it first: the princess no longer looked happy, but apprehensive of something.
"What's wrong?" Ean said, glancing between the two royals.
"It's nothing." The prince said, evidently trying to keep a smile on his face. Rye leaned forward, surveying the man calmly.
"I was wondering... why is Ella here and not in Candar? Surely she needs to help with the affairs of the city."
"My chancellors are capable. My stay here is a... temporary matter." The woman said politely, but Ean shook his head.
"You've got guards posted everywhere, too. Did something happen?" Uthar sighed, glancing at Ella.
"There was an assassination attempt on us a month or two ago. They snuck into the castle posed as servants as tried to kill Ella and I. They almost succeeded, too." Iya's eyes widened in alarm.
So that's why they seem more jumpy than usual. I though it was odd that Uthar had so many guards with him.
"Did they hurt you?" Nicholas asked quietly, and Uthar shook his head.
"No lasting damage, but I'll admit it wasn't the most pleasant experience. You can take a look at the scars if you want to."
"I'll do it later, once I'm back in my medical wing.' The prince said, glaring at his brother. "You'd better not be lying about how bad it is."
"I promise." The man chuckled. "But enough of such dreary conversation. I've taken measures to protect the city, and I doubt the Snow Queen will send others to fail again. She lost her best already."
"I suppose." Ean murmured. They continued to talk for hours into the night, and it was only when the clock chimed that Uthar looked up.
"It's late." He said, smiling wearily at them. "I have to rise early, but feel free to sleep in. The kitchens will be open all day." Iya rose from her place at the table, and Ella smiled at her.
"Tired?" She nodded slightly. So much conversation had been draining, even if it was enjoyable to see her friends again. "Then I bid you goodnight. Perhaps we can have tea tomorrow?"
"I'd like that. Sleep well, Ella." Iya said, bowing slightly to the princess as the party exited back into the corridor. The door shut, and they proceeded down to their rooms once again. After the others had entered their own spaces, Ean glanced at Iya.
"What are you going to do?" The questions was left unsaid, but she heard it anyways.
Where are you going to sleep?
"I think I'd like to sleep alone for tonight." She explained. "I wouldn't want anybody to be suspicious." She saw understanding in Ean's eyes, and knew he wasn't offended. "But you're welcome to come in and sit down for a while."
Even if we think it's okay, I don't want to rush things...
The two elves spoke for nearly half an hour before Iya's eyes began to feel heavy. As she yawned and climbed into bed, Ean kissed her gently on the forehead.
"Goodnight, Iya."
"Goodnight, Ean."
It took her a while to drift off to sleep after that.
Summer was approaching. Ella considered the concept as she stepped carefully between the rows of flora and fauna that constituted the gardens of Thais Castle. Spring was passing, and with it, the glory of the flowers had dimmed a little bit. Not for the first time, the garden reminded her of her own plot back in Candar. She missed it, but the princess knew she could not return just yet. There was simply too much to do. Moving to a nearby veranda, the princess sat and looked out over the city.
War was coming, and Thais was preparing for it. The smiths worked constantly, forging arms and armor for the new soldiers that arrived at least once a week. Between Candar and Thais, their army had been around three thousand. With the other nations' help, however, that number could soar.
I can only pray that they decide to aid us. Ean and the others must have made a good impression on this Elkian for him to promise his support.
It would have been a lie to say that she didn't miss her castle in Candar. Still, it had to be said that being in Thais had some benefits. Especially Uthar...
Footsteps crunched on the gravel path, and Ella turned to see Iya winding her way through the garden much as she had. She was wearing robes that matched her hair, along with a shimmering cloak that seemed to change color ever so slightly, pulsing from blue to green and back again.
"Good morning." Iya said, a smile touching her face as she approached the patio. "Uthar said you'd be out here. Said you always start the day with a walk in the gardens." This much was true. She and Uthar had taken many walks through this garden, some... decidedly more improper than others. A blush touched her face at the unwanted memory, and she willed it away with a thought.
"Good morning, Iya. Yes, I like it out here. I'm sorry if I was lost in thought."
"Me too." The elf murmured. "I didn't ask yesterday, but how are you really?"
"Busy." The princess muttered, allowing Iya to sit down beside her. "I didn't know a war would be this exhausting before it started. But I am well." The elf looked over at her, a knowing look in her eyes.
"Being here must make it easier, though." Humor was plainly written across her face, and Ella straightened.
"What do you mean?"
"Isn't it obvious?" The elf said. "You and Uthar." Ella felt the blood surge to her face again, and Iya grinned. "I knew it! You've been busy while we were gone."
"It's not... I don't..." She knew she was stammering, but there was nothing she could do to prevent it. If the past queens of Candar could see her now, blushing over a man like some young girl!
"I'm just teasing you." Iya said after a moment. "It's nothing bad, you know."
"I certainly don't remember you being this outspoken before." Ella said pointedly.
"Well... I suppose there's a number of reasons for that." With a start, the princess recalled the way Ean and Iya had looked at each other the previous night.
"Are you and Ean..." She trailed off, unsure as how to proceed with the question. Iya smiled slightly, but the gesture was enough to convey a vast amount of happiness.
"Yeah. We finally decided to stop waiting. Which is why I'm happy you and Uthar have done the same."
"I'm not sure about that." Ella said. "I think it was born of desperation. We were going to die, and I just... didn't want to leave anything unsaid." Iya's smile vanished, and she laid a hand on the woman's arm.
"Do you want to talk about it?" In a quiet voice, Ella told her about the night she had almost been killed. When she had finished, Iya pulled her into a quick hug.
"I'm so sorry, Ella. I wish I would have been there to protect you."
"It's alright." The princess murmured. "I rarely think about it anymore. It just creeps up on me sometimes."
"I have those types of memories too." The elf said softly. "It never gets easier, but you find ways to deal with it." Ella stared at her. She'd never said it, but Iya had impressed her tremendously.
To deal with such intense loss and still try to save a land that isn't yours... you and Ean are truly remarkable people.
"I suppose you're right." She said after a moment. Iya stood, beckoning to the princess.
"Beregond is coming back now. Do you want to meet him?"
"Your dragon?" The elf nodded.
I have a meeting with the stewards... and another with Uthar's generals later... Still, the princess found herself following Iya towards the gates, a smile on her face. But maybe those can wait.
Emma joined them just before reached the outer gates. She was dressed in her knight armor, complete with sword and shield strapped to her back. Her green hair gleamed in the sunlight as she nodded to the pair.
"Sorry for the delay. I was at the Academy catching up on military matters. And they want me back later for something else, but they didn't say."
"It's okay." Ella said. She had dismissed her guards, saying that Iya was more than sufficient to protect her. With Emma included, the chances of her getting hurt were virtually nothing. And although she hadn't mentioned it, her own skills with a blade were improving every time she sparred with Uthar.
"We're going to see Beregond." Iya told the younger woman as they moved down the busy street. "And maybe we can fly, if Beregond is okay with it?"
"Is it safe?" The princess asked dubiously, and the elf grinned.
"Safer than being down here."
Unfortunately, their presence could not go unnoticed, especially with the princess of Candar included in their retinue. As they approached the gates, several people called out to the group. One even attempted to grab Ella, resulting in Emma seizing the hapless fool's arm and forcing him back. Most of the spectators were pleasant, and the three women reached the gates a minute or two later. They were waved through, and Iya let out a sigh of relief as they entered the more open setting outside the city.
"I don't like crowds." The elf muttered. "They all just stare at you. But you must be used to it, Ella?" The princess nodded.
"My education as a child included elements of public speaking. I had to familiarize myself with the feeling."
"Must be nice." Emma commented, hair swaying slightly. Several knights saluted as they passed, but the majority of the camp was someplace else.
As they exited the row of tents, Iya felt a presence press against her mind. For a second, she saw Thais from a bird's-eye view, the city a gray blot on a green landscape.
"He's coming." She said, and turned to gaze into the sky. Ella and Emma followed suit, and soon enough, the familiar shape of a dragon came into view, plunging downwards.
"What a majestic creature!" Ella exclaimed, wide-eyed as Beregond swooped overhead, causing a gust of wind to wash over the group. "Does he speak?"
"Only to Ean and Iya, since they're elves." Emma told the woman with a small smile. "But he certainly can understand you."
"Beautiful." The princess murmured as the dragon landed a few yards away, talons gouging furrows in the earth. Beregond gleamed, as though he had washed himself recently, and Iya thought she detected the faint smell of blood.
It's only fair, I suppose. He has to eat, too. She noticed Ella had moved back a pace or tow, unsure if it was safe. Oh, right. The elf turned back to the dragon and stroked his snout. He let out a low growl, and she grinned.
"I have a friend who wants to meet you. Can she?" There was a flicker of approval, and she beckoned to the other women. "It's safe." Emma approached first, followed tentatively by Ella. "Stroke under his chin, he likes that." The princess did so, and the dragon let out another snort of happiness.
Slowly, a smile spread over Ella's face as she touched the dragon, and her eyes seemed to sparkle.
"He's truly marvelous. I am pleased to meet you, Beregond."
They stayed with the dragon for a few minutes, and he submitted to their ministrations as they spoke. Finally, he pulled his head away and stretched his wings slowly.
"He wants to fly." Iya said. "Do you want to try, Ella?"
"I fear I have no time." The princess said, consulting the sun. "I cannot delay my meetings any longer without canceling them. But another time, perhaps."
Iya stroked the dragon one last time, and Beregond took off, no doubt to explore another part of the vast mainland. As they began walking back towards the city, Ella laid a hand on the shoulders of her two friends.
"Thank you, both of you. For helping me feel at ease."
'It's no trouble." Iya said.
"Yeah, I agree. It's never a burden to help you." Emma concurred. "Perhaps we'll see each other later? I promised to help Gavin sort through all of our things we've acquired, and take inventory."
"Do you want help with that?" Iya began, but the woman shook her head.
"I'm sure Jack can help. They arrive tomorrow, right?"
"That sounds correct. The wind should guide them here quickly." The elf said. "I'll ask Beregond to search for them later."
"Thank you." Ella said again. "For everything." Iya adjusted her cloak, and the trio set off, back into the busy streets of Thais.
Rye was nervous. This was surprising, since not many things could unnerve him anymore. After fighting trolls, evil fire spirits, and a bunch of other thing he'd rather not remember, the ranger had developed a much more focused attitude.
And still, he felt uneasy about being called before the assembled generals of Thais, Candar, and Seri.
I suppose anybody would, given the circumstances.
Footsteps approached, and Emma nudged him with her shoulder as she passed. She was in full armor, minus her helm, and their eyes met as she took up a position next to him. They were in the School of War and Magic, awaiting entry outside the room to which they had been called. Her question was clear, emanating from her eyes to his:
You ready? He nodded, and approached the knights outside of the heavy oak door. The man and woman looked up, hands hovering near their weapons.
"Rye Zoyle and Emma Willow, here by request."
"Welcome, heroes." The man bowed slightly, relaxing his posture. "Go inside. The command has been assembled." Rye nodded his thanks, and pushed the heavy wooden door open.
The room was larger than he'd anticipated, with a massive table dominating the far side. More knights stood at attention around the room, which was lit with lanterns hung upon the wall. Several people were already seated, waiting for them to enter the room.
"Ah, Rye and Emma." Uthar said as he smiled slightly at the pair. "Please, step forward." Ella was next to him, as was the man Rye recognized at the prince's premier general. Five more unknown figures were present too, including a dark-skinned man from Seri. They all had looks of anticipation on their faces, no doubt waiting to see the two warriors up close. In front of them was a stack of papers, no doubt the report Ean had written earlier that day.
"We have reviewed and discussed the information brought to us by Ean." The prince continued. "This council consists of the generals of our army, which will strike at Shaenlir when the time comes." He introduced each of the commanders, none of whom reacted as their names were called. "Ean holds faith that the islands to the south will send warriors. Do you agree with this?"
"I do." Rye said firmly, and Emma nodded. "They are good people, and now that the fate of their monarchs has been brought to their attention, they are mobilizing their forces."
"I see." One of the generals put in. "Then it appears we have your group to thank for the timely reinforcements, should they arrive."
"He is correct." Uthar said to the pair. "But we did not call them here to discuss strategy. Instead, I wish to present a gift. Step forward, please, Emma." The woman did so, standing at attention. "For your efforts to save all of us from the Snow Queen, we have deemed it necessary to promote you to the rank of Captain within our unified forces." Emma nearly collapsed, but managed to stay on her feet as the prince produced a steel badge that indicated the rank of his knights. "If you accept it, of course."
"I..." Her eyes flicked to Rye's, asking his opinion.
You deserve this, Emma. Take it. He nodded reassuringly, and his partner took the badge from Uthar's hand.
"Thank you, Emma." Their ruler said, and bowed his head to her. The other generals followed suit, as did Ella, who was smiling broadly.
"And you, Rye." Uthar continued as Emma stepped back to her original position. "I know you are not sworn to my service, but I offer you the same position. We need capable men for this war, and you are more qualified than any of us. Your skill is already a legend amongst my people." The ranger stared at the prince in shock.
Me? A captain?
"It would not affect your duties with Ean and Iya, of course. But it means that the men would listen to your commands. Many already admire the pair of you." Uther continued. "But it is your choice." It was his turn to look at his partner now, and Rye found her eyes gleaming with something like happiness. If he accepted it, title and prestige would be his when the war ended.
And yet, in his heart, he knew he could not accept it. Not yet.
My heart still longs for the forests and rivers of this land. Not a command of soldiers, or waging war. But I must fight, so that my home and my friends will live, not because I have anything to gain.
"I am honored by your trust." He said, and the room was silent once more. Every person was staring at him intently, even the generals from Seri and Candar. "But I have a different path to walk, where nature runs wild. My place is with Ean and Iya, as is my duty."
"I understand." Uthar said quietly. "It is noble of you to say such a thing."
"But when we win this war..." Rye continued, and he met the prince's eyes. "Ask me again, my king, and I will consider it." Uthar nodded slowly, respect shining in his eyes as Rye stepped back into place.
"Very well. On behalf of this council, I thank you once again. You are heroes, and we will remember it for as long as we live." The pair bowed once more before they were escorted from the chamber.
"Do you think I made the right choice?" Rye asked a few minutes later, as they wound their way through the streets of Thais. Night was falling, and lanterns had been lit across the city.
"I cannot say." Emma said in a neutral voice. "But I know it's the best thing for you. They're not mutually exclusive."
"I know." The ranger muttered. "Maybe when this is all over... I'll get a chance to settle down somewhere. Then I'll take that job." His partner chuckled.
"You make it sound like a death sentence. Am I that bad to work with?"
"Only sometimes." Rye said, and Emma laughed in earnest.
As the stars began to appear overhead, Rye watched them, wondering at the way his life had changed. So many tragedies, so much violence...
And yet, good had come from it, too. He'd met his friends, and through them, found a cause worth fighting for. It was what kept him going, kept the blood coursing through his veins.
"We can't stop now." He murmured quietly, and Emma seemed to understand. "Not until the job's done."
I'll win this war. And after that... we'll see.