As the child grows,
any parent knows,
so too the troubles go,
yet a common child,
shall never be so wild,
as those gifted born.
and so mages well beware,
the children you might sire,
or to be mother of the storm.
– Lament of Araena Grey, circa 100 E.R.
Estae 25th, 645 E.R.
Katrish and Kiannae stood side by side on north balcony above the throne room, watching the proceedings below impatiently. It was far from the first time, but invariably they grew bored with all the formalities, and repetition. Grain reports and petty grievances, petitions for justice for minor crimes, and worries both that too much, or too little is spent on the Osyrean border in the north. Mercu’s tales of Clarion political maneuvering had however piqued their interest to try again, waiting to see if anything would happen. Nothing really had, not at least on the four occasions they had taken an hour or less to watch since.
That day though Idolus was in court, standing at Arlen’s side as Mercu had implied was often the case. Arlen’s place in the order for the day had yet to come up, to Arlen’s clear frustration, as much as the girls. They were growing painfully bored with the minutia of running a kingdom, but something of the airs the two men possessed spoke of trouble they were not ready to miss.
“The court recognizes Sir Arlen, of Wesrook,” the court herald declared, bringing the twins back from their own musings.
“Your Majesty,” Arlen said with a bow, “a matter of some concern has arisen. It has come to my attention that the Court Mage’s twin apprentices are likely being poisoned against the merits of Clarion teaching.”
Both girls glanced at each other, uncertain what to make of the accusation. They certainly had not expected to be the subject that Arlen opened on. Kiannae looked to the king for a response, but Katrisha caught a brief sneer of Idolus up at them. Even after South Rook she was not sure she had seen such a look of hate.
“Will this be the point at which you claim Lycian influence behind this attitude?” the King asked with an obvious lack of amusement.
“One can not be sure,” Arlen said shrewdly, “yet they do most vehemently besmirch our beliefs.”
“That is an interesting, but not uncommon viewpoint,” the King said drolly. “I have never known the Sisterhood to walk the streets proclaiming much of anything for their order, or against any other. They will of course lend their own version of wisdom, to those who ask, without much hesitation.”
“They do walk the streets,” Arlen offered sharply, and overly proud of his own jab from the look on his face. There were a few chuckles through the court.
“As do we all, at times,” the King cut back with much less pleasure, “or do you mean to imply that the Sisterhood sell their…attentions. Then We would need ask who besmirches who, since this is both less than true, and breaks no law of the land. Even if it were. Moreover it is the attentions of a Clarion healer that must most often be paid for. We should know, for how much of Idolus’ time this court has paid.” There was more uncomfortable laughter at this.
Katrisha tugged at Kiannae’s sleeve, feeling that leaving might be best, but Kiannae stood firm, and gave her a look that said she had no interest in shrinking from the argument below.
“If We might, my King,” the Queen interjected, “perhaps the girls in question could speak for themselves? They were more than capable of felling a mighty dire beast bigger than a horse, We doubt a few questions will give them all that much trouble. Certainly they can speak more authoritatively to the matter of their educational sources and leanings.” She looked up to where the two stood on the balcony above. Katrisha reluctantly stepped back beside her sister. “Please, do speak plainly girls, what have you been taught of the Clarion beliefs?”
The two exchanged an uncomfortable glance, and stood there a bit longer than was perhaps dignified under direct question.
“We have been taught that the Clarions believe in the Path of Ascension,” Katrisha offered, when Kiannae in spite of her stubborn insistence to stay did not jump to speak. “That through casting off the unnecessary distractions of the flesh, all which is not needed to continue life, and propagate the species. To the end that we might better focus on moving towards becoming one with the light. They believe this is the one true path, and the only valid use of one’s life.”
“What have you been taught of the beliefs of the Lycian Order, or perhaps you know them better as the Sisterhood?” the Queen asked.
“That the Lycians believe, as is the official position of the Council,” Kiannae began, finding her nerve again, “that there is no proof that Ascension is even possible, let alone desirable. They chose instead to focus upon the merits of this life, rather than the promises of another. They do not begrudge the Clarions the core tenants of their faith, only their doctrine to force this upon others, purportedly for their own good.”
“Anything more?” the Queen asked, “what do you believe, and from what source do you draw your conclusions?”
The girls again exchanged looks, and after a moment Kiannae spoke first. “I believe that the Council’s assessment is accurate in that there is no proof of the functional possibility of Ascension. The Clarion argument that the flesh itself is the sacrifice that allows the soul to ascend is plausible, but does not answer any questions of the nature of existence beyond the Veil, not a testable conclusion that it works.”
“And you?” the Queen prodded.
“I believe that there is no practical answer to either Ascension being true, or false,” Katrisha said hesitantly. “We concern ourselves with that which is known, that which can be determined to be human nature. If the Light made us with a true path, whatever that might be, then it must be in our natures to follow it, not against that nature.”
“What of the pull of the Abyss?” Arlen interjected after a quick whisper in his ear from Idolus.
“Is this a material pull, or an intelligent manipulation?” Katrisha demanded irritably.
“The Abyss is the void, without thought, or intent, it is nothing but endless hunger,” Arlen said without further prompting.
“Then does it change our intelligent nature, or does it anchor us down by force?” Katrisha cut back. “If you argue it is unintelligent, then the latter must be true. Our nature should then be unaffected.”
“We must be prepared to sacrifice the physical to attain Ascension,” Arlen said again prompted by Idolus, “as the Council itself is prone to pointing out, if Ascension is possible, then something must descend to give the soul the power to rise.”
“Enough,” the King declared coldly. “I will not allow further ideological debate in my throne room. Nor have you continue to pester these fine young women who have so recently done a great service for the crown, and this nation, at grave risk to their own health. We will have answers to the charge of the willful teaching of these two against the Clarion faith. Answer now girls, from where have you drawn your conclusions regarding Clarion teaching?”
“From Laurel, who has instructed us according to Council practice,” Kiannae answered.
“What proof do we have that Laurel himself then is not adherent to the beliefs of the Sisterhood?” Arlen demanded.
“We know it to be the case that Laurel was raised by parents who were staunch Clarion adherents,” the King said dismissively.
“Yet he is known to consort with, and bring the Matron of Highvale here to court!” Arlen proclaimed, seemingly off Idolu’s leash, and enraged to his own ends.
“For the purpose of allowing his adopted daughters, and aprentices to know their younger brother. A poor child afflicted with unfortunate circumstances of birth, who was left to their care,” the King stated firmly. “Would you begrudge these children to know their own blood?”
“If he is a corruption, if he brings in the false teachings to the court,” Arlen said without as much fire as before, “then unfortunately yes, such it must be.”
“Tell me girls,” the King said glancing up to the twins, “what has the Matron Renae, or Wren told you of their order?”
“Little of note,” Katrisha said finding it curious herself that such topics had rarely come up. “Day to day life, chores, that some days are free, and others set aside for meditation. Of his trials with a belligerent young man of the order.”
“Do you attest to this also Kiannae?” the King pressed.
“Yes,” Kiannae said curiously, “Renae has been nothing but kind to us, asked us of our lives, but told us little of hers. I know she traveled with caravans once, and saw much of the world. I have not known her to preach as I have seen Idolus do as he walked the street the other day.”
“So it would seem,” the King said flatly, “that the girls have attained their opinion of Clarions from the teachings of the Council. Whether or not We agree with these opinions, or how they are stated, the Council’s authority is officially recognized in this kingdom, by treaty. If you wish to take issue with their teachings, We recommend taking your grievances to Mordove, you will find it well east of this court. If you are in a hurry, might We suggest the east pass.” There was more uncomfortable humor at this, and Arlen stepped away from the dias with a less than graceful bow, clearly still fuming.
Idolus for his part eyed the girls spitefully, and then slipped back into the crowd, and out of the throne room.
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Rhaeus 17th, 645 E.R.
Mercu stepped aside as an irate Katrisha tore past him in a fit. He glanced down the hall where she had come from only to catch a snide look from Lady Catherine, who turned, and marched away in her own more dignified huff. Mercu sighed, shook his head, and turned around to follow Katrisha. It had been a good morning he thought, and that it seemed would not continue.
By the time Mercu caught up with Katrisha she had climbed the stairs halfway to the her tower chamber, and sat beneath one of the many windows off the spiral stair. “Might I enquire as to the meaning of that scene?” he asked in a kind yet chiding tone, that drew a remarkable look of disapproval from the tear streaked face of the girl sitting before him.
“Who died, and made her Queen?” Katrisha demanded.
Mercu was a bit taken aback by Katrisha’s question, but finally settled on a response. “Her father, actually,” he said stroking his chin, and watching Katrisha’s expression change to one of confusion.
“What?” she asked still half sobbing, and shaking her head for the lack of sense the statement made to her.
“Didn’t you know?” Mercu asked with a laugh. “Haven’t you ever wondered why Catherine holds so much sway in the court? Catherine was the elder sister of the King.” He watched with some amusement as confusion melted to an unmistakable expression of doubt, and disbelief. “It’s true,” Mercu insisted.
“Then why…isn’t she Queen?” Katrisha asked, clearly caught somewhere between her current distaste for the woman, and a sense of injustice at this knowledge, that she seemed not entierly prepared to believe either.
“In part because her father was not,” Mercu said searching for the best way to explain.
“Then why is the King…” Katrisha started, but was not quite sure how to finish her question.
“The proper heir to the throne of the Elder King was his first born son,” Mercu said trying to recall what he had learned over the years. “He died at a young age, leaving the heir apparent his brother, but the King had lost control of the influences some of the knights held over his younger child.”
“But they are his knights,” Katrisha protested, “why would he approve of them, but not their influence?”
“Just as the throne is inherited, so are knighthoods,” Mercu said with a shrug. “At least in Avrale, I’ve always found the titles of this land quaint. No Earls, or Counts, every duke’s younger brother automatically a knight commander. Some other knighthoods inherited, others not. At any rate,” he said with a dismissive gesture for his own train of thought, “the children of your father’s friends, are not always your friends. Yet in noble circles you are oft obliged to pay difference nonetheless. So it is with the court, not everyone who bows to the King does so with love in their heart, some do it out of grudging duty.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Katrisha said momentarily distracted from her prior upset. “Though perhaps it explains Arlen,” she said thoughtfully.
“Yes, quite,” Mercu laughed. “Regardless, so it was with the chosen mentors of Theodore, the Elder King’s second born. He did not trust his son would be the heir he wanted. As King he had the power to choose his successor, to a point, but there is always a chance of discord, or even civil war when breaking from traditional inheritance. So choosing between his grandchildren to groom, he picked the younger, who as a male child might lessen the potential strife.”
“That’s hardly fair,” Katrisha grumbled irritably.
“In private, with a few glasses of wine in her,” Mercu offered with a knowing smile, “Catherine might agree with that sentiment. The ways of things however are not always fair, and for Catherine the slight of being passed over for the throne was not the end of her indignity. Her father, having his son’s instruction taken out of his control, took it out on her, pushing her twice as hard to be a proper Clarion child.”
“So that’s why she is such a nasty old woman?” Katrisha demanded disapprovingly.
“I’ve seen her softer side,” Mercu chided gently, “…on occasion. But yes, things were not always easy for her – and she was forced to choose a side in the scramble for the succession. I’ve never been quite clear which she took, I suspect she sided with her father, and so later styled herself down. It was fortunate – if still tragic – that Theodore died soon after his father, before things could progress too far.”
“That seems an awful thing to say,” Katrisha said a bit stricken.
“Awful things are sometimes nonetheless true,” Mercu noted. “I’ve only heard the rumors, but things might have gotten very ugly. Theodore’s timely death likely saved lives, since a war over successions is not a pretty affair. Not that any war is, but cousins and brothers wind up on opposite sides in such wars. Or sisters, and brothers, as it were. Then there is no telling what would have happened, when, if, or even after the Council finally stepped in. To date the Council’s resolve in these matters has been suspect.”
“How horrible,” Katrisha said, and looked down.
“As I said, it didn’t happen – fortunately,” Mercu said stooping down before the girl, and lifting her chin. “Now that I’ve answered your questions, might you do the same for me?”
“I suppose…” Katrisha said uncertain what Mercu was asking any more.
“What did you fight with Catherine about?” Mercu asked.
“She was being very mean to one of the servants,” Katrisha said with a stern frown, “made her cry. I told her she shouldn’t be mean, and she yelled at me for spying…but…I wasn’t, not really…not much.”
Mercu laughed. “Spying isn’t nice. This is why you should never get caught. Not that it’s stopped you so far.” He looked thoughtful for a moment. “How did she make the servant cry?”
“I couldn’t quite hear.” Katrisha frowned. “Something about getting something.”
“Well, that is what servants generally do,” Mercu said distantly, obviously working something over in his head.
“She still didn’t have to be so mean,” Katrisha said stubbornly. “She was threatening the girl, something about a secret.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Mercu said with a convincing false smile. “Go play with your sister.”
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“I’ve one account as to what that was about, but I find I am curious of yours,” Mercu asked kindly of Catherine, who had been staring out the window in the middle of the grand stair behind the royal antechambers.
“I will see the girl dismissed, and assure she never finds a position again,” Catherine said in a measured, but vehemently furious tone.
“And then how will she eat?” Mercu pressed.
“The little thief can rot for all I care,” Catherine growled.
“Did you find something missing?”
Catherine glared at Mercu.
“Someone put her up to finding something, didn’t they?”
“Then blame whoever coerced the poor girl, not her. She is hardly the first in these halls to find herself a victim of you all scheming against one another.”
“She claimed not to know who had demanded it of her, nor could I wrest what secret was being held over her head from her lips, before that little spy interfered.”
“I’ll note her spying has been of some use,” Mercu countered.
“Yes…use,” Catherine said with displeasure.
“Do you object that justice was done?” Mercu asked rhetorically. He knew her better than that, or at least he liked to think he did.
“You know that is not my concern,” Catherine said, and turned to glare out the window again. “It was justice at a cost, one that we cannot yet judge, but is already very high. Arlen is up to something new after that falling out in court, I do not know what, but I know that he is, desperation is making him bold.”
“It was justice, plain and simple,” Mercu said flatly. “We cannot play the game of placation forever. Something will give, and Arlen is holding a losing hand.”
Catherine looked at him, her expression hard to read, anger touched with sorrow. “I do not know what to do with you,” she finally said. “Sometimes I think you a better man than most in these halls…and others…”
“I do aim to be trouble,” Mercu bowed slightly. “Yet always in the best sorts of ways.”
“Yes…trouble.” Catherine sighed exasperatedly, and looked back out the window with less ire, softening to something that seemed more sadness than her former rage, though her nails still dug at her thumb in a bad habit, one Mercu had caught before playing cards against the woman.
“Do you know at least what she was looking for?”
“No,” Catherine said firmly, but Mercu suspected otherwise. The fidgeting with her fingers was like when she was bluffing.
“Well that is peculiar,” Mercu acknowledged, hiding that he knew she was lying.
“Did she find it?” he said doubling back, trying to catch her off guard.
“I am through being questioned,” Catherine snapped, her fists clenched at her sides.
“I shall simply wait for a servant girl to be dismissed, and question her.”
“Then I will bide my time, and see her dismissed when you can no longer be certain,” Catherine cut back.
“I am sure Katrisha can identify the girl for me.”
Catherine glared at him again, and then looked back out the window. “If you wish me to permit the girl to stay, then leave me be, but I will not have her enter my chambers again.”
“As you wish, fair lady,” Mercu bowed.
Catherine huffed in protest.
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Rhaeus 23rd, 645 E.R.
A bolt of lightning shattered a glimmering shard of ice high above the cliffs below the west tower at Broken Hill.
“Hey!” Katrisha snapped at her sister.
“Sorry,” Kiannae sighed. “I just wanted to see if I could do it. You are better at that spell than I am, and I’m bored.”
“Well try the fire again, leave my spells alone.”
Kiannae conjured a sputtering ball of fire, and sent it zipping into the distance, though it whiffed out only a few hundred feet away.
“Better,” Katrisha said encouragingly.
Kiannae shrugged, and leaned back against the wall of their window seat.
Katrisha reached out again. The weaving of an icicle was an oddly natural thing for her. It was almost the form of her magic to begin with. A small crystalline arc, a thing that slipped from her finger from a jagged web that had woven up her hand, a shape just as the form would be, roughed and faceted and sharper than any razor. Air frozen denser than diamond, the atmosphere before it collapsed, the pressure behind it pushed forward. It slipped frictionless, a perfect mirrored surface cutting through the vacuum left as it formed.
As it zipped away it was again shattered by lightning. Katrisha gave her sister a dirty look, and Kiannae just shrugged and smriked.
“Well, you are better at that than I am,” Katrisha said crossing her arms. “And with raw force.”
“Not much fun without a target,” Kiannae countered. “Are you sure those ice shards are safe to be shooting off like that, won’t they come down somewhere?”
Katrisha shook her head. “My math says they will reach escape velocity well before the spell wears off.” Katrisha sent another one flying, this time much faster, Kiannae’s bolt missed and formed a ball that wove about a bit in the air before it dissipated.
“That was interesting,” Kiannae remarked, and tired to repeat it to little results. The charge she had formed did not want to leap to the empty space. She carefully grounded it into the stone of the castle slowly, lest it leave a mark.
“What are you two doing?” Laurel demanded having entered the room unnoticed.
“Just practicing,” Katrisha said defensively.
“We want to be prepared if we have to fight again,” Kiannae added.
“After South Rook, and the cougar,” Katrisha added.
Laurel sighed, and rubbed his forehead. “Please don’t throw spells out the windows. I’ll see if I can get you some time to practice with proper targets, where you can’t do any harm.”
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Rhaeus 24th, 645 E.R.
Katrisha peered down over the parapet she sat upon, and into the courtyard below. “Are you sure about this?” she asked uncertainly.
“I haven’t had any trouble so far,” Kiannae said perched on her toes at the very edge.
“I have,” Katrisha said nervously.
“You stopped yourself just fine, you just didn’t account for forward momentum,” Kiannae chided.
“And almost slid off the roof,” Katrisha grumbled.
“Well, that’s not a problem here, is it,” she said pointedly. “Besides, I’ll catch you if you get it wrong.” With that she jumped, and and rolled into a tight ball as she fell a good thirty-five feet before spreading her arms in a sweeping gesture, and stopping about three feet off the ground. Katrisha could see the grass and surrounding bushes blow about wildly for just a moment as Kiannae gracefully stuck the landing from the last few feet.
The guards at the keep door turned to stare at the young mage who seemed to have simply appeared out of nowhere only a few dozen feet away. They looked at each other, and then up where Katrisha was now standing, just in time to catch a glimpse of her perched on the edge before she jumped. Katrisha did just as her sister had before her, but stopped a good seven feet up, instead of three.
Realizing her mistake, Katrisha quickly tried again as she started to fall the rest of the way. She stopped just an inch above the ground, but failed to keep her balance as she landed, and fell flat on her back. “Ow,” she muttered, and and reached to rub her head.
“Good work,” Kiannae laughed, “except for the landing part.”
“I’d say you do better…but I guess you already did,” Katrisha growled.
“Come on then, on to the archery range,” Kiannae laughed and headed on.
“Can we skip the rest of the shortcuts please?” Katrisha asked hopefully, getting to her feet.
“You can if you want,” Kiannae said with a shrug, “I intend to practice.”
“Oh, so it’s going to be like that,” Katrisha said as she dusted herself off, and then sprinted past her sister. Kiannae blinked with surprise, and ran after her. A hand full of people around the courtyard watched the ensuing race curiously, and all with equal disbelief gasped as Katrisha vaulted over the rail at the edge of the upper courtyard, with her sister following close behind.
Katrisha timed her deceleration better, stopping only two feet off the ground, but failed to get all of her forward momentum, and was forced to roll out of her landing. She scrambled to her feet with what was left of her grace, as Kiannae landed just behind her. “Sloppy landing again sister,” Kiannae yelled.
“Still ahead,” Katrisha called back as she ran on.
As the pair bolted past the castle gate they were given strange looks by guards who opted not to interfere. Katrisha leapt from the steep hill beside the road leading out of the castle gate, and this time rather than trying to stop herself turned her fall into more forward movement, clearing the bottom of the slope of the hill, and then a bit awkwardly stopped herself at the bottom, sending a wild shock wave out through the air. The air snapped back with enough force that she stumbled on her landing.
Kiannae watched the maneuver, impressed with the ingenuity, if not the execution. Refusing to be outdone she did the same, and leapt from the hill, propelled herself forward, and rolled gracefully out of her landing when she slowed herself at the bottom. Katrisha had already managed to get back to her feet, and the two were now tied as they ran into the archery range.
“Not bad Kat, not bad,” Kiannae laughed between gasps for breath.
“That was an interesting show over there,” a man with a bow slung over his shoulder said as he approached the pair. “Can’t say I’ve ever seen anyone jump off that hill before.”
“You should have seen us off the keep wall,” Kiannae laughed.
“Indeed,” the man said with a raised eyebrow. “I do not believe we have met, I am Bern, and I assume you are the infamous twins. I was told you had been granted use of the archery range, to practice things other than archery.”
“Yes,” Katrisha said rubbing her neck that was a bit sore from her tumbles, “Laurel has given us permission to experiment with offensive spells. Though he stressed ‘no giant balls of fire’ rather strongly.”
“That would be appreciated,” Bern said with a dark laugh, “as the targets are mostly straw. As you will ladies, I’ll be watching if you don’t mind.”
“I never mind an audience,” Kiannae said with a smug grin.
“Shall we start with ice?” Katrisha asked curiously.
“You would chose ice,” Kiannae muttered.
Katrisha eyed the distant target, and carefully started to form the spell, which flew from her hands and accelerated to the target. The narrow shard of ice nicked the edge of the target, and flew past shattering on the base of the castle wall.
“Well, you gave it enough force, but the aim needs work,” Kiannae remarked, building up her own spell.
“That is what we are here for,” Katrisha shrugged, as Kiannae released her spell which stuck in the second outer ring but bounced off, and slowly steamed away on the ground. “Not bad, not as much force, but better accuracy I must admit.” Katrisha began to wind up her spell, and released it with as much force as the first one, but this time landed a hit on the second inner ring that passed right through the target board, and buried itself in the ground behind.
“Very good,” Kiannae acknowledged grudgingly, as she prepared her next shot.
Katrisha considered the way it formed, there was a coiling nature to the magic, rather than crystalline. It worked all the same, it was just the shape was wrong. The curls sent the thing spinning which only made it fly straighter, but the initial direction was uncontrollably in question. By chance more than anything Katrisha was sure, it struck with enough force to push its blunted end through the board in the second inner ring.
“Likewise,” Katrisha said unleashing her spell with more force than the first two. The spear of ice was also much larger this time, and shattered the target board outright through the bullseye, and stuck the castle wall shattering in a glimmering cloud, and leaving a small mark.
“Hmph,” Kiannae said admitting momentary defeat on that one.
“Sorry about the target,” Katrisha said turning to Bern with a slight bow.
“It happens…I guess,” Bern said a bit bewildered. He had watched Laurel practice once or twice, but he was always more reserved than it seemed the two twins before him were inclined to be.
“Fire next?” Kiannae asked.
“Alright, but keep it small, and we’ll take turns putting it out on impact,” Katrisha said flatly.
“Very well,” Kiannae said carefully weaving a spell that ripped the air up into combustible materials, which burned in a continuous chain reaction. Slowly a small spark grew into a fist sized ball of fire, which she directed forcefully towards a new target, but it sputtered out just short of impact, making it’s accuracy impossible to judge.
“Not a bad first try,” Katrisha said weaving her own spell, which she sent flying into the target. A distinct burn mark was made across several of the inner rings, and smoke began to waft from inside. Kiannae quickly snuffed out the fire transferring all its heat to a spot on the ground next to her which turned black, and briefly smoldered.
Kiannae frowned, and tried again, building the ball of fire, and releasing it. It veered off course just before the target, and clipped the edge which immediately burst into flame as the spell dissipated.
Katrisha reached out her hand, and the flames extinguished, and a shimmer of frost formed on the target as a scorched spot formed on the ground before it. “Better than the first try,” Katrisha said consolingly.
“Bah, lightning then,” Kiannae said irritably, and almost before the words were out of her mouth there was a tingle in the air. Lightning was not at all the shape of her magic, which seemed more like the forces of swirling air, friction knocking loose energy, a charge built along the a coiled line, and then snapped to the path of least resistance as it was discharged into the target. To gifted senses it was there barely a moment before the flash, a spiraling tree of spell lines that spelled powerful doom for whatever was on the other end.
The bullseye sizzled for several seconds, blackened with little embers, but it did not quite catch fire.
“Um, good shot,” Katrisha said, and tried to replicate the feat, but her spell took longer to form, and struck the outer ring rather than the center. “I guess we each have our strengths,” she laughed. “Still I’m two for three dear sister.”
“Oh really,” Kiannae said picking up a small rock from nearby, and sending it flying through the inner ring of the target, which splintered slightly on impact. The rock carried through, and hit the castle wall with enough force to shatter. “I count two and two now, your turn,” Kiannae challenged.
Katrisha picked up a stone as well, and tried, her shot hit the outer ring, with enough force to pass through, but not enough to quite reach the castle wall. “Yes, it seems you are right, two and two.” Katrisha turned to the archery master behind her. “Bern, would you be so kind as to fire some arrows for us.”
“Um, I suppose,” Bern said a bit confused by the request, and grabbed a bow and quiver from a rack near where he sat. He plucked an arrow from his quiver, and drew his bow string with practiced grace.
“What are you playing at?” Kiannae asked curiously.
“Defensive magic,” Katrisha said as Bern released the first arrow. Katrisha’s hand shot out at the same moment, and the arrow fell, encased in steaming ice just short of the target.
“Not bad,” Kiannae admitted, “but what did you do with the energy?”
“Nothing yet,” Katrisha said and threw a ball of fire at the ground before the target.
“If you would fire another one,” Kiannae said turning to Bern, who had a bit of an annoyed expression. He obviously did not like being shown that his well honed skills with a bow were effectively useless against even these two young mages.
“Very well,” he said nocking another arrow, and let it fly. This one though was struck by an arc of lightning from Kiannae’s hand, which continued down into the ground as the arrow disintegrated in flight, the head flipping off, and landing in the dirt.
“How quickly can you fire those off?” Katrisha asked.
“Fairly,” Bern said with a touch of irritation.
“Would you be so kind as to fire as quickly as you can?” Katrisha asked, “don’t worry about accuracy, just speed.”
“If you insist,” Bern said with a sigh, and quickly began knocking and releasing arrows at about a rate of one every second and a half.
Katrisha closed her eyes, and the arrows began dropping one after another, all covered in a thin shimmering layer of frost. Slowly a glimmering haze formed around the target, and Kiannae realized that Katrisha was simply pulling all of the energy out of that region, rather than focusing on any one arrow.
Not ready to be beaten Kiannae began flicking the arrows off course, causing them to miss the target, and the protective shield Katrisha had formed around it. Katrisha took all the energy she had stored up, and quickly started incinerating the deflected arrows, until finally Bern stopped, and walked away. “I’m through feeling useless, do as you will,” he said cutting off any question.
Katrisha released the remaining energy she had stored up in small plume of flame that burst from the ground a short distance away, and left a small patch of black glass in its wake. “So, I’m better with ice, and fire, you seem to have lightning, and good old kinetics down, but who’s stronger?” Katrisha asked curiously.
“Seems like comparing apples, and oranges to me,” Kiannae said with a shrug.
“Well, it’s not about which one tastes better, it’s about how big a hole it can make,” Katrisha laughed. She gathered all of her strength, and threw a spear of ice as big as her head, and as long as her arm at the castle wall. It cut into the stone like clay, and sat there steaming.
Kiannae picked up a small stone, and looked at it with an underwhelmed expression, refusing to give up without trying she sent it flying with all the power she could muster. The stone struck the castle wall and simply disappeared in a large cloud of dust. As the dust settled, the crater the impact left could be plainly seen, as well as cracks radiating out along the stone.
Not quite satisfied that her feat merited a tie Kiannae threw a huge arc of lightning at one of the targets, which burst into roaring flames. Katrisha took just a moment to focus, and the target next to Kiannae’s burst into a pillar of fire, just as Kiannae’s was snuffed out, and a thin shimmering layer of frost formed on the ground around Katrisha’s target, and out in a great circle that encompassed the other.
Kiannae glared at Katrisha and made lightning jump between all of the targets, which all billowed smoke, and then fire. Katrisha quickly responded by snuffing all the flames at once, leaving a thick layer of frost on the ground, then completely incinerated one the the targets in a flash that left nothing but smoldering ash.
“What in the abyss,” Bern yelled waving his hands, “get off my archery range, both of you! Laurel will hear of this. Go!” Both girls seemed suddenly to come to their senses, realized what they had done, and bolted.
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“Unacceptable,” Laurel growled, and resumed drumming his fingers as he had been since the girls entered the tower library. He ignored the old kitten Mar trying to nuzzle his head under his hand, which did nothing to help his attempt to look stern and disapproving. “But not unexpected, I suppose. Still, for getting carried away you went a bit farther that I had feared. Destroyed target dummies, I expected, though not all of them, still it is what they are for, but holes, however small in the castle wall…dear fates do you have no sense between you?”
“I…am sorry,” Kiannae started.
“I did more of the damage,” Katrisha said with just a touch of disingenuous pride creeping in. “It just didn’t seem…like a big deal. We didn’t put holes through the walls, just…some small dents in a couple of stones.”
“No, and had you actually put holes through the wall…this would be another conversation entirely,” Laurel sighed, as he also relented to absently pet the insistent cat. “I sent you out there in part because I needed to know just how carried away you would get. However, I did not hope for this result. Even if to a degree I expected it, this still does not excuse the behavior.”
“I’m sorry,” Katrisha finally added in turn to her sister’s prior apology.
“Even if I accept these apologies as fully genuine, there is also the issue of jumping off walls, and hills…no, something must still be done,” Laurel grumbled. “You need discipline, and I have been considering for some time sending you to Horence for training. Starting tomorrow, every morning, and every evening you will be learning stave fighting techniques. You will need to be up at dawn.”
“Why?” Kiannae protested.
“Because I said to, it’s part of the whole discipline thing,” Laurel snapped, and then sighed. He picked up the cat that was rooting at his hand protesting the crime of not being petted for even a second, “now go to your room, and stay there.” He watched as Katrisha moved as though about to speak again, and cut her off, “Now. And no more ‘short cuts’ either.”
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Rhaeus 25th, 645 E.R.
Horence eyed his two new recruits with clear frustration. “I will make no pretenses that I am not fond of the pair of you,” he growled, “but I’ve heard of your antics, and I will have none of it. I will train you as any new recruits, though the specifics of the request for your training are…not something we normally specialize in. Still the general principles of close spear, and polearm combat should carry over well enough to staves, and I’ve spared with Laurel enough to know what he wants you to learn.”
“I still don’t understand what we are to gain from this,” Kiannae protested.
Horence picked up one of the staves that was leaned against the wall near him, and without warning swung at Kiannae, but stopped just short of landing the blow, she flinched far too late to have done herself any good. “For now, you will ask permission to speak like any recruit. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” Kiannae said meekly, and gently pushed the stave away from her shoulder.
“It’s not that the question isn’t fair, mind you,” Horence said beginning to pace before the pair. “Ignorant, but as Laurel has told me in the past, ‘ignorance can be cured.’ I’ve heard you can stop an arrow in flight, and perhaps your magic in time could bring down an army. Perhaps this is all true, but stopping ninety-nine out of a hundred men will still leave you dead, by the one who got through. At close quarters, blind sided by a strong man with a sword your magic may not save you.”
Horence paused to see if either girl would speak up again, “Rely on your magic if you will, make it the heart of your defense, but it won’t protect you from the blow you didn’t see coming. You will learn to see it coming, you will learn how to fight, so that you can know how your enemy may attack you. Am I understood?”
“Are we expected to fight?” Katrisha asked with a touch of confusion, and quickly added at Horence’s reproving glare, “if I might ask.”
“You are expected to know how,” Horence lectured. “Avrale has an army not because we are at war, or even have been in centuries, but because we must be prepared to defend ourselves. There will always be those with ill intent, or who will act violently to take what they want, if you haven’t been paying attention Osyrae is no longer our friend, and bandits have plagued the north. The army protects us not just from threats beyond, but from within. These skills shall be to you as the army is to Avrale. They shall keep the peace, and protect you, if the worst is to come, even if the ‘diplomacy’ of your magic keeps such dangers at bay. Now, am I understood?”
“Yes,” the girls said in unison.
“Good, then we begin,” Horence said and tossed a stave to Kiannae, who caught it, and another to Katrisha who fumbled the catch.