Name: Iena
Age: 20 (At candidate age)
Gender: Female
Attributes: Taller than the average woman and rangy with the frame of a
hunter, her skin is the pale tan of someone who had been in the sun
long enough to darken. With shoulder length night black hair that is
often kept loose around her shoulders, her features are sharp with
slightly thin lips, a straight nose and frank sky blue eyes. Careless
with her looks and not one to primp in front of the mirror, she is
often clad in close fitting trousers and a tunic with a leather belt
nipped in at her waist with a silver buckle of a pine tree. She has the
overall appearance of a forester; someone who spends their time working
out and has the proud bearing that is just shy of being too arrogant.
![](square4.gif)
![](aesaltaz.gif)
Name -
Aesaltaz Anaisáil
Name Meaning -
Marl: 'My Autumn of Changing Fire'
Age - 6 years
Color - autumn
colors
Gender - female
T-Power or Magic -
Weather Mage
Sire x Dam - Nar
Ednan x Aiona Sairi
Origin - Rerir
Location - Andoran,
Tir Asken
Human Relations -
Wild, little interaction
Overview - Known as
Aesa, this young wolf has been through enough in her life to make many
want to hide from the world. However, like the ever changing seasons or
weather, Aesa is able to change to met the rest of the world with a
polite smile and a willing personality. Her greatest time of year is
autumn - because she can hide in the leaves so well!
![](square4.gif)
Iena was only ten years
old, but even at this age she didn’t have a mark of chubby fat, not
because she was naturally slender by birth but because all softness had
been burned out of her through training. Running through the forests
and feeling her feet lightly step over each and every rock and root, it
was not that she had memorized the plains, but as if the land welcomed
her, accepting her as one of theirs. She had crossed this pass often,
and as the sun soared to reach the highest point, her lips quirked with
grim satisfaction. Her muscles ached, her calves were screaming for
mercy but she had never felt so free before. Running towards an
overhanging ledge and jumping into the air, executing a slightly clumsy
roll before dashing down a clean field of grass and wild flowers, she
smiled. She had promised her mother she would return by lunchtime, and
she had. While her mother would not have doubted the young girl
anyways, she felt proud knowing that lunch would not be served for
another hour, and she would reach home in about twenty minutes.
Nearing the curve of the field where a forest behind, a small house was
neatly tucked away from view. While to the naked eye it appeared
surrounded by untouched wild land, it was a day’s journey by foot to
the nearest town, and within the forest was a nomadic tribe. The family
lacked nothing here, and Iena, slowly her pace but jogging lightly as
to ease the stress on her lungs gradually loved it. It was her home.
“Mom?” she called out, reaching the front door and paused, frowning as
she spotted the foreign shoes. People visited often, she was used to
seeing men and women who came to her mother for help, but she had never
seen a pair of shoes like this before. Pausing, and leaning down she
shrugged. A hunter by upbringing, she knew how to track people, how to
memorize different leathers to know their origins. But she was not used
to this.
“Iena.” Her mothers voice drifted towards her, gentle but slightly
tight, as if she was nervous. “There is someone I would like you to
meet.” Iena looked up to see a shadow fall behind her mother, and
paused, straightening to see a tall older man with sky blue eyes and
night black hair. Her eyes and her hair, or… to be more precise, his
eyes and his hair that she had for herself. “This is R’ise.” Her mother
cleared her throat. “Your father.”
Iena looked up with calm, frank blue eyes and the man smiled, settling
down on his haunches so that they were more eye level. “Hello.” He said
softly.
She looked up at him, unblinking and shrugged. She was carefree, and
had a child’s acceptance when it came to matters of importance. “My
father?” she said almost critically, and looked over at her mother, as
if searching for something, for a sign as to how she was supposed to
react. “So?” She had spent ten years growing up with her mother in this
small house, learning the ways of the land and the warrior and she had
never been bothered by the fact that she had no father. She didn’t know
why people expected her to be bothered now.
R’ise laughed, an uncomfortable laugh as he stood up. “She has your
personality.” He remarked, but this was said with amusement, and pride.
“But she has my coloring.”
Her mother smiled, and it was a good, warm smile that had Iena
relaxing. “She is growing into a fine warrior.” Iena puffed up at the
compliment. “I thought it was about time you met your daughter.”
R’ise sent her an almost cursory glance, but it was a kind, loving
look. Iena did not understand how this man could already love her—they
had only just met. With this critical eye, she walked into the room,
helping herself to a glass of water.
“I’m going to go upstairs.” She said, and paused. “Unless you want me
to stay?” she turned to her mother for guidance, and her mother merely
shook her head.
“It’ll be dinner soon, though.” She reminded her daughter, and Iena
brightened, turning to R’ise.
“I killed the rabbit.” She said proudly, boasting the way children do.
“Fifty paces.”
R’ise smiled, not understanding a word but knowing it was a source of
proud. “I’m proud.” He said, and Iena sent him a quizzical glance.
“Why are you proud?” she asked, not in defiance but in question. “You
did not teach me, and you gain nothing with my excelling.”
R’ise was speechless, and laughed. “She is your daughter.” He remarked,
and her mother smiled.
“As she is yours.”
Iena went up to her room, and as they heard the door shut Anya and
R’ise turned to each other. R’ise paced the room. “Why did you show her
to me? Why were we introduced?” his tone was still gentle, caring but
there was seriousness to it. “When you told me you were pregnant ten
years ago, you told me that you wanted to raise your child by yourself.
I respected your decision, and while I would have loved to be there”
there was silence, and he shrugged. “Why now, Anya? And no games.” He
warned.
Her mother, a tall rangy and tawny huntress turned her back on him
deliberately. “I had a dream.” Seeing the incredulous expression on the
face of R’ise, she raised her hand to stop him. “You know, that my
family has a gift of dreams. I knew that I was pregnant with our
daughter, I knew when you bonded and I knew that our daughter would be
our only child.”
“What does that have to do with anything?” he paused his pacing.
“I had a dream that I was dead, and that the house was burning and she
held a bloody sword in one hand.” Her voice was quiet. “I had a dream
that death claimed her eyes, and I knew it to be prophecy, a warning. I
wanted you to meet her, so that she had somewhere to go when the time
came.”
R’ise cursed in response. “I can take her to the Vella Crean.” He said
quietly. “She would be safe… and so would you.”
Anya shook her head. “R’ise, I dreamt a warning of what was to come.
Escaping would not change that. How do you know if your actions are
preventing disaster, or causing it?” she asked quietly. “There is
nothing we can do to change fate.”
“Of course there is!” he burst out, and she chuckled. He could be so
innocent at times.
“R’ise.” She said, more gently this time, and he growled with
frustration. Her tone softened, and there was pride as she thought of
her only daughter. She was growing to be a serious, talented young
girl, and Anya would regret not seeing her girl blossom into womanhood.
R’ise frowned. “I can talk to Naeodin, get the courts involved.”
“It is my business.” Her tone hardened. “Not the business of dragon
riders.” Even though Anya had long since grown used to this foreign
people, had even had brief affairs with several of them, she still held
her old beliefs that dragon riders were foreigners, and should not
interfere with businesses which were not their own. “When things
happen…I want you to protect your daughter, R’ise.” Her tone softened.
“She will remember me, I have trained her in the basics and it is
enough that she can seek learning elsewhere. I want to see her grow
into something great, R’ise.” She paused. “I want to see my daughter
live.”
R’ise gathered her into his arms, and it was as if time had not passed.
“I still don’t know why you chose me to father your child.” He said
quietly, and Anya smiled.
“You were stubborn.” She said softly, nostalgically as she thought of
times when she had been younger, harder and keener in the ways of life.
Was it age, or child bearing that had softened her so? “I knew a
stubborn daughter would make me proud.”
It was two days later when in the middle of doing her morning stretches
her mother called for her, her face grave.
“There is something, we need to discuss Iena.”
“Yes, mother?” her tone was formal, distant and her mother smiled with
regret.
“Iena, do you know why I left my clan?” the topic was completely random
in Iena’s mind, and she blinked. Iena shook her head. She had never
broached the subject because it was something that always had her
mother withdrawing. “I killed the clan chief.” She said simply, and
Iena’s eyes widened. She knew enough about clan life to know the
important of loyalty. Loyalty to ones friends, family and to the clan.
“He was a good man, a great leader and a terrific father. But he was a
cruel husband, Iena.” Her voice dropped, as if Anya was too busy living
in the memories. “My younger sister –your aunt- was a pretty young
woman, and as a child our parents knew that she was destined for great
things. She was a swift warrior, and during one of the battles she
captured the heart of the clan chief.” Anya paused. “We were very proud
of her then. She had two sons, and they were a pride to the clan
itself… we didn’t know, of the bruises.” Her voice escaped in a
shuddering sigh. “We were never meant to, until he went too far and
she…” Anya swallowed. “She was at the healers, we discovered the scars
and I knew that I could not let that man live. Iena, I taught you that
loyalty and obedience is everything. It is the way of the clans, of
harmony. You must be loyal to your family, protect them from harm and
you must be loyal to your friends and to your leader. But most of all,
to your family.” Anya closed her eyes, and Iena leaned forewords.
“Was it hard?” she asked quietly, and Anya’s eyes opened. “Was it hard,
killing him.”
Anya’s smile was wistful. “It was.” She admitted. “To kill him, for he
was a great warrior. But to execute his death without remorse?” Anya
shook her head. “I knew what this would mean, that I would not be
allowed to live. But I did it anyways. I could not stand to watch my
sister harmed.”
Iena reached out and touched her mother’s hand. “I would have done the
same thing.” she said suddenly, and while she was only ten, there was
such fury in her eyes that Anya smiled.
“You are a true daughter of the clans.” Anya said quietly. “I was
allowed to leave only after my father begged. But I knew I would never
be welcomed back. I was given life, but stripped of everything else and
so I built my own home here. They do not bother me, and I do not bother
them in return. It has been the way of life until now…” Anya’s smile
fell. “I taught you as a child, that we cannot avoid destiny.”
“But you also told me that some times we have a choice as to which
destiny we live in. There are several versions of the same world, and
everything depends on one another.” She said, quoting her mother and
Anya smiled, proud.
“Yes.” She conceded. “But some things have to happen.”
Iena nodded, not knowing where this was going.
“Among our kind, when we are killed and there is no justice we call for
blood sacrifice. It is justice in turn, and we are allowed to hunt down
the accused. If there is no justice in death, it is tradition to carry
the bones of the dead, and once reaching the hunted to bury the bones
on top, so that the hunted will serve our family for the rest of time.”
Her voice was quiet, and Iena did not really understand. She allowed
the words to sink, to assimilate and paused. “R’ise, of the Vella
Crean. Can you remember that?”
Iena nodded. “R’ise of the Vella Crean.” Puzzled, but not completely
taken aback because sometimes her mother had odd ways of telling her
things, she only nodded.
“Now, do you remember what I told you about our blood line?”
Iena smiled. “Our ancestor was a great shaman who was killed in the
Clan wars.” She repeated obediently. “None of us have his power, but we
have all been gifted with the blood of prophecy. We see this in the
form of dreams, and in one life time we only have three visions.”
Anya chuckled, pride evident in her face and nodded. “That is correct.”
She said quietly, and paused. Iena turned to see what her mother was
staring at, and saw the three shadows slipping out from the forest.
While they often had visitors, the visitors were usually from the town,
or even dragon riders. Not from the nomadic clan tribes. Remembering
the story of her mother’s exile, her heart was twisted with fear. Anya
got up. “Put your weapons away, Iena and then come back out.” She said
quietly and Iena, glad to have an excuse got up and walked stiffly
towards the house.
She tried to take as long as she could, but she was also worried over
her mother and looking out the window she saw them conversing quietly.
She heard the word warning, and danger but it was not enough and
curiosity took a hold on her. Her mother had always taught her to face
her fears, that fear was a bully that only grew more powerful the more
you ignored it. So she approached them, quietly and hesitantly when
they approached her mother. One of them glanced at her with no
interest, but then took a double look.
“Your daughter.” The tone was not accusing, and Anya nodded calmly.
“Iena, come here.” Immediately Iena walked over, her eyes wide as she
saw the scars and the bravado on the faces of these men. “These are
your uncles.”
One of them smiled, but it was a grim smile and Iena didn’t know how to
react to it.
“Hello.” She said, almost shyly but refused to hide. Standing straight,
shoulders back and chin up she watched them.
“You know she cannot be our niece.” One said quietly, and Iena saw the
almost regretful touch in their eyes. “Father has disowned you.”
“Ah.” There was regret, such regret that Iena looked back, concerned.
At a young age, she was a quick learner and this made her slightly more
intuitive than normal. Or maybe she was intuitive, which was why she
was a quick learner.
The man named Zephir was the kindest looking one, and he shifted on his
feet. “Nora’s eldest son Karmack is clan chief now.” He said quietly.
“He is exactly like his father in respect to being a husband.”
“Ah.” This time, this one word was filled with something else. “And?”
The brother’s looked uncomfortable. “Karmack does not understand why
his father was murdered, and why his murderer was allowed to go free.
But while Nora ruled as regent, he could not do anything about it.
Karmack… he is now clan chief, he has power and with this…” he looked
up, and swallowed. “We have to go back, but we never forgot you, Little
Sister.”
Anya smiled. “You’ve done enough for me as it is.” She said softly, and
nodded. “Be at peace.”
Iena did not understand the exchange, not really but she knew something
was deeply wrong. See had never seen her mother so determined before,
but she could not ask as to why. Instead, she waited for her mother to
speak. That night Anya oiled and checked every weapon in the house, and
Iena could not sleep.
Iena had always been impatient, and this was no different matter.
Unable to help herself she asked.
“What is wrong?”
Anya’s face was grim, and she nodded. “Karmack is clan chief, he
doesn’t like me. He might kill me. We have to defend ourselves.” Such
clipped, tight words as if Anya had built a wall around herself to keep
everyone out, and Iena nodded. “Come, I want you to show me the moves I
taught you with the sword.” The bow and arrow had proved to be too
clumsy for young Iena, she did not have the keen judgement of distance
for a cross bow and yet with the sword, a line slender thing she was
proving to be quite apt. Iena, grateful to have something to focus on
nodded, and preformed for her mother.
No amount of time was going to prepare them. Anya should have known,
but she didn’t want to. Iena had trouble sleeping, and often she had a
dark look in her eyes. Anya never asked about it, not really because
she was the mother, and weren’t mothers supposed to know everything?
“I had a dream, mother.” Iena confessed quietly. The dream still
haunted her, not negatively but enough that she was obsessive.
“What of?” she asked quietly.
“I had a dream of a wolf, a creature of fire markings and wings that
were larger than two swords. The wolf was drenched in blood, and it
approached me. I heard her whisper the words Tir Asken, but I do not
know if it was a promise, or a threat.”
Anya nodded, quiet. “Were you afraid, of the wolf?”
Iena looked up, quite puzzled. “No.” she said, and paused, her eyes
widening. “She was covered in blood, but I was not scared. I had a
sword in my hand, and it was also covered in blood.”
Anya nodded. “It is a prophetic dream.” She paused. “It—“
What ever words her mother would have said was lost when a single black
arrow flew through the open window and embedded itself in her throat.
“I’ve come to exact blood debt.” And the words cold and cruel had her
turn to see a man standing there, tall and handsome with eyes of ice.
![](square4.gif)
“Karmack, she is only a
child.” Zephir pleaded. “She was not even alive then.”
Karmack looked to his uncle with cold eyes. “I killed the woman who
murdered my father.” He said quietly. “How do I know she will not
try to kill the man who murdered her mother? It is a circle that will
never end unless I do something about it.”
Zephir shook his head, looking down at Iena. She had been dragged as a
prisoner, and her eyes were haunted with grief. “She is only a child.”
“I was only a child.”
“But she is not a monster!” the words left his mouth fiercely, and he
paled. “Karmack.” He began. “I did not mean…”
Those pale blue eyes were cold, and haughty as they stared on. “But you
did, uncle.” He said, the words escaping in a purr. “But I will forgive
you this time.”
Forgive.
To forgive.
Iena’s eyes were haunted as she looked around her. Her mother had been
killed unprepared, and it had been so cowardly… so cowardly. There had
been no challenge, no justice and her mind kept jumping back to what
her mother had said. Blood debt. Blood debt.
“I will claim blood debt.” She whispered the words like a chant,
calming her self and diverting the pain to something else, something
more like cold fury.
“You will die.” The voice startled her from her thoughts and she looked
up to see Zephir standing there, his eyes old.
“Am I to die now, anyways?” she asked, quiet and she lost that fear.
Zephir shook his head.
“I’m to take you away.” His words were dull. “I’ve been exiled, with
you… we are leaving, never to return.” Zephir closed his eyes. It was
the most humiliating punishment to a clan member, to be banished
because even in death, at least you had a chance of crossing to the
great plains. This way… this way there was nothing. Iena looked up.
“I’m sorry.” She said quietly, and Zephir’s eyes flew open.
“Why are you sorry?” he asked.
“You are being punished for something I did.” She murmured. “And for
that, I am sorry.”
Zephir smiled. “You are an odd one.” He remarked quietly, and bent down
to undo the chains. “Do you still intend to claim blood debt?” he asked
suddenly.
Iena nodded. She was young, but her eyes were old. “I do.”
Zephir smiled. “You’re going to have to learn how to kill, in order to
do that.” Getting up, he offered her a hand. “I can teach you.”
She looked up, and she smiled. Without hesitation, she took the hand
that was offered.
There was exiled into a different world, a place called Rerir and they
found a home in a place called Andoran, in a town. Zephir and
Iena, whom people presumed to be father and daughter arrived
mysteriously and claimed a far off cottage as their own. They rarely
came into town, but when they did the young girl, serious with dark
eyes came in by herself, carrying fresh meat to be traded for other
things they could not find in the mountains. Everyone left them alone,
and they left the world alone.
During this time Zephir taught Iena everything he knew about war. He
taught her the basics, of crossbows and axes but truly, she excelled in
the work of the sword, the dance of it and so he focused on this skill.
They did not have much time, they never had enough time and Zephir had
already been old. He could feel the age dragging on his feet, waiting
patiently to claim him but every day he woke up at dawn, and taught his
niece.
The time together, the death of family bonded the two until truly they
were like father and daughter. It was a happy bonding, and during the
six years Iena grew from the small tanned girl to a tall and rangy
hunter. Protector became the protected, and in six years time it was
Iena who hunted in the forest for meet, scavenged for herbs and
mushrooms in the darkness of the leaves.
Iena grew in this fashion, determined with one goal in mind and it was
during one of her hunts, her bow carefully aimed at a waiting stag that
she saw something shift. The rustle was enough to cause the deer to
spring, and she did not bother shooting it. By running, the muscles of
the deer would have tensed and she would rather go without meat
tonight, than settle for rough venison. Cursing, and wondering what the
rustle was she looked down to see a patch of autumn leaves run across
the plains.
Except… autumn leaves were dead.
The wolf was large,
intimidating with fur that was marked not like fire, but like autumn
leaves. Large wings on it’s back seemed proud, and with glittering
golden eyes the wolf approached her, muzzle stained with blood.
The dream came back to her as she watched the creature, she remembered
what her mother had said and before she could stop herself, she found
herself calling out. “Wait!” the creature, the winged wolf turned with
irritation, looking up and hardly afraid.
“I’ve lost track of my dinner, because of you.” She snapped, growling
and Iena dropped from the trees with a light bounce. “What are you
doing up there anyways? You make an unconvincing bird.”
Iena swallowed, suddenly nervous. “You can come with me, we have meat
on our table from yesterday.”
The wolf paused, cocking her head in suspicion. “Why are you trying to
be nice?”
Iena blinked. The wolf was frank, but so was the hunter. “Because I had
a dream about you.” She said simply. “And my mother told me my dreams
are prophetic.”
The wolf was called Aesa, or at least that was the shortened version.
When Iena had stumbled over trying to pronounce the long name, the wolf
had given her a blistering lecture on how the human was butchering her
name, and had told her to call her Aesa. Aesa did return home with Iena
that night, and for several nights after.
“You feed me, don’t you? That means I don’t have to hunt.” Was her
excuse every day, and Iena settled for it. The wolf was proud, mean and
constantly whining but Iena… loved her.
“Well, anyone would.” Was the answer from the wolf every time Iena
remarked on this oddity.
Zephir did not like Aesa, Aesa did not like Zephir but they settled in
an uneasy friendship for both respected each other. Once Aesa had shown
her ability to control the weather, Zephir had cackled, saying
something about Iena having no excuse of missing training – for some
reason, it had stormed constantly for three weeks after that.
They grew as a family, bonded and knitted and every day Aesa would
leave and return when she felt like it, and Iena would train, Zephir
growing too old to train with her.
“You are better than me, and it is not because I am old with age.” Her
uncle always said. “But because you are driven. Soon you will be ready
to leave.”
“But when will that be?” Iena would always ask with impatience, and
Zephir’s eyes would darken with sadness.
“When I die.” Was always the answer.
Iena always looked forewords to the blood debt, but was also fearful.
She did not want her uncle to die.
“What death would claim him?” Aesa would always snort when ever Iena
voiced her fears. “Even death does not want to have such a man
complaining at his table.” But Aesa would always treat him more nicely,
if only for a couple of hours.
The day that Iena was ready came when she was nineteen years old, and
when Aesa and Iena had developed a strong bond to each other. It was a
sad day, but one that marked the beginning of a journey.
“Where do we go?” Aesa asked.
Iena looked down. “So you will come with me?” she was relieved--- she
had almost expected the winged wolf to leave her.
Aesa snorted. “You would take care of your stupid flesh? You would die
in one day left by yourself.”
Iena chuckled. “And no one would bear with your complaining pile of
fur.” She teased. “We go to the Vella Crean.” Her expression darkened.
“To seek vengeance.”
![](square4.gif)
Karmack’s
thoughts never dwelled on that young girl from before, but he was
growing older, and nine years had passed since that day. Now well into
his left forties, he had enough power and children that he did not lack
anything else. He did not think that anyone could harm him, and he was
almost right. Almost.
The night Iena crept into his tent, waking him up by knifepoint, he was
taken by surprise.
And nothing took the clan chief by surprise, any more.
“Who are you?” there was fear in his voice because very few could get
back his bodyguards. “Guards!” he cried out, only to feel the knife
tighten.
“They’re occupied, Karmack.” The voice was soft, husky and he could
feel her breasts pressing into his back. Were it not for the knife, he
would have been aroused except it seemed the threat of death dampened
many things. “Don’t you remember me?”
“No.” and it was not a lie, not really.
“I’ve come for blood debt.” The words were cold, precise.
“Bloo—“ Karmack paused, his thoughts scrambling furiously and then he
paused. “Anya’s daughter?” he was incredulous. He had exiled her with
that old uncle, Zephir. “You cannot be serious.”
“Can’t I?” she proved her point when the knife sliced flesh, causing a
soft touch of blood to drip down his neck.
“I should have killed you when I had the chance.”
“You should have.” She agreed, and felt nothing as her knife dug in
deeper. She paused. She felt… nothing. No exultion that she was killing
this man, no joy and no feeling of justice for her mother. It was
curiously empty and for a moment she sat there, positioned that one
cough could end his life and yet… “You were right.”
Karmack was not paying attention. “Right?”
“If I kill you, your sons will come after me to kill me.”
Karmack did not try to nod, not until he felt the knife move away. “And
then your child would come kill my sons.”
“I have no children.” She said simply.
“Then it will end with your death.”
“I do not want to die.”
“I do not either.”
Man and woman watched each other, eyes seeing other things. “My mother
was only claiming debt, you know.” It was Iena who spoke, her voice
quiet. “Your father almost murdered your mother.”
“But she was still alive.”
“Sometimes, death is better then life.” For a moment Iena closed her
eyes. Nothing made sense, any more. She had worked for this moment, but
she was filled with nothing except for regret. Why? Was this not what
she had wanted for so long? Yes, but…
“Iena, kill that man or don’t. I can’t distract them forever.” The
harried voice interrupted her thoughts, and Iena looked over to see
Aesa’s shadow reflected at the edge of the tent. Winged wolves were not
seen in the Vella Crean, and so the creature had kept the guards
occupied. “Make up your mind, woman!”
Aesa sounded so harried, that Iena smiled. “I want to kill you.”
There was something in Karmack’s eyes that told her he had already
accepted his fate. “I know.”
Iena shook her head. “But I do not want to end up like you. You killed
my mother, for saving your mother’s life. She did, in the end.” Her
tone was so conversational, it jarred Karmack. “Your father would have
killed your mother, in the end. It was one or the other. I don’t want
to kill you, and to have to fear for my life.” She got up. “Aesa, come.”
“I am not dog.” Aesa snapped. “You’re not killing him?” she sounded
incredulous. “After all that work?”
“No.” Iena said simply.
Aesa paused. “I don’t like human flesh anyways.” She said grudgingly.
They left the tent just about the same time the guards rushed in to
find Karmack, bleeding but alive.
“Shall we go after them?” the head of guards asked, and Karmack looked
up, surprised.
The girl had raised an interesting question. He had never wanted to
admit before, that it was either his mother or his father. His father
would have killed his mother in the end, but he had died before he had
a chance to. What would it have been like, to grow up under his
father’s rule? He shuddered at the thought. He had been intent on blood
debt, and then that forgotten… no, not forgotten. The face of his aunt
sometimes haunted him at night.
“Chief?” one of the guards asked softly, and Karmack shook his head.
“No, let them go… it was an accident.” He paused. “And call my wife,
for me will you?”
He hadn’t told her enough just how much he loved her…
Far away, and half exhausted because of the run girl and wolf collapsed
in front of a stream, hiding their tracks and crawling towards an empty
cave. They had stored their belongings here as well, prepared for fight
except no one had come after them.
Some dreams were prophetic warnings. Would actions stop them or prevent
them? For the entire run Iena had been unable to forget her mother’s
words, the conversation.
Some dreams spoke of destiny, actions that could not be changed but at
other times it spoke of futures that might not exist. Each act depended
on each other. From her own dream she knew that she had seen the death
of Karmack, the dead of many guards and she had Aesa had stood over the
bloody remains. But now? She had not killed him, and he had not sent
his men after her and now… she did not know.
“Where are we to go?” she said out loud. “I did not get my revenge, and
now I do not wish for it. I sold our property but here and where Zephir
has died… where am I to go?”
“We.” Aesa corrected. “Does it matter now? I am sleepy.”
Iena looked down, rather bemused at the narrowed focus of the winged
wolf, and merely nodded her head. “We can think on it tomorrow…”
![](square4.gif)
Iena leaned
back to feel the brush of air as powerful wings above her seemed to
fly. Dragons scattered through the skies, dragons not of the usual
shades- although how she knew what the usual dragon shades were when
she had never seen their kind before troubled her- but of the gleaming
jewels. Opal, sapphire, rubies and diamonds danced in the skies and
they in turn seem to reflect down upon her. Aesa was at her side, and
through her Iena knew that not much time had passed. A year, or two?
They had not aged much, and with the beat of dragon wings drumming in
the air, she sought with her mind the companion.
Iena woke up with a small smile on her lips, and stretching, she rolled
over and almost fell off the narrow cot. From the side Aesa laughed,
and Iena frowned.
“It’s not funny.” She said simply, getting up. She was used to sleeping
on natural ground, or on beds much larger and so she was still growing
used to this candidate life.
“Of course it is.” Wry with amusement, Aesa padded over and sat on the
bed, stretching and clawing at it rather like a feline. “You are the
only human I know, who can learn so quickly the art of fighting, and
these dragon rules and yet cannot master getting out of bed.”
Iena rubbed her eyes. “I will to.” Grumbling about having winged wolf
for breakfast, she got up and pulling on a white tunic walked out of
the room, towards the lake. It was odd, how every Weyr she came across
seemed to have a lake. Just as quickly she shed her top, and plunging
into the still cold depths, she swam, allowing her muscles to stretch
and allowing her mind to wake completely.
A sevenday ago she had arrived at the Vella Crean, only to find that
her father had left long before with some other riders to found a new
Weyr. The Vella Crean had disturbed her—she did not like that odd
scientist man who kept following her about and so she had arrived on
Pern, to this place called Twins’ Pass only to hear that her father was
now Weyrleader. He had not recognized her—she had not recognized him,
and it had been awkward. It had seemed to be such a good idea before,
to meet her father and to find him because that was what her mother had
wanted, except it had gone all wrong. She was not used to this man, she
was twenty years old and the man who considered father had died in a
small house. She had failed at everything she had set out to do, had
her beliefs questioned and had no where else to go. Thinking back to
the moment, her arms and legs slicing through the water with speed, she
went back three days past.
R’ise looked up with
wariness. When his daughter had arrived he had been filled with both
pride to see what she had become, as well as sadness, knowing that then
Anya must have died. Their relationship was awkward at best, but they
both tried and for now, it was enough.
“I need to ask for a
favor.” Iena said quietly, and he knew her well enough to know she was
uncomfortable with favors. It was pride that, his own pride.
“What is it?” he asked,
not promising to grant her anything. He did not make idle promises, and
while he felt protective, that was it.
“I’m searching for a
place where precious stone dragons exist.” First, he took her words
literally and then he understood. A Weyr, by the name of Shourai
boasted dragons of such unusual parentage, that they seemed to be a
freak of nature. He nodded.
“Why?” he was curious,
both for himself and as to her motives. Why would his daughter, who he
had met just once in his life come to him for a favor? She smiled then,
and he saw Anya in that smile.
“I had a dream.” She said
simply, and he held back the shudder. The last time Anya had dreamt,
she had prophesized her own death. His association with prophecy thus
was not a good one, and he –although he did not know her- did not want
to send one of his daughter’s to their death.
“What happened?” the
words left his mouth before he could think, and he watched her stiffen.
“What happened, before?”
Her eyes shuttered
closed, not literally but something seemed to hide. He knew he had no
right to ask, but he wanted to know.
“I planned for something,
and worked hard to achieve it, spending seven years of my life.” She
said quietly. “But when that moment came… I found myself questioning my
own beliefs. Seven years I spent, and for nothing. A man I loved died
believing I would do it, spent his entire life training me but in the
end…” she shrugged, and it was a helpless shrug. “I failed.”
He knew that was all he
would get from her, and while he did not understand, it was enough for
now. “Shourai Weyr.” He said suddenly, but she understood. Maybe they
were alike in more ways then one. “Shourai Weyr just recently clutched
a final clutch by the ruling diamond. I’ll send you over with the first
rider I can find.”
She smiled, and it was a
grateful one. Whether it was because he had aided her, or because he
did not question her any more, he did not know.
‘Candidate!’ Oranyth
announced, and F’gan blinked.
“What?” rubbing his eyes
due to a sudden glare of light, he frowned.
‘You know, a person. Who
stands for a clutch, and usually impresses?’
F’gan frowned. “I know
that.” He snapped, only to chuckle. “Where?”
‘There.’ He said, and
F’gan was about to roll his eyes when he saw the young woman alight
from the back of a blue dragon.
F’gan shrugged. Rolling
his shoulders, he was about to approach her when something big and
furry jumped off the back of the dragon.
“I don’t know why the
dragon is complaining.” Aesa complained. “Going between hurts me more
than it hurts him.”
Iena did not answer,
instead she stared rather pointedly at where the winged wolf had
embedded her claws into the thick leather. “You don’t?” she asked
dryly, and Aesa growled in response.
“Not my fault that I get
scared.” She muttered, and frowned, looking around. “Why are they so
shiny?” she demanded, and muttered something about evil shininess. It
seemed, the winged wolf could not go without a complaint.
It was about this time,
that F’gan approached, more wary and Iena smiled. “F’gan.” She stated,
and the search rider blinked.
“Do I know you?” he asked
curiously, and Iena shook her head.
“I dreamt about you.” Had
another woman said it, it might have had a different meaning, but there
was something normal about the way she smiled, as if she usually dreamt
of strangers. Still, he was confused and Aesa, sensing his confusion
laughed.
“Don’t scare the poor
boy.” Aesa said simply, looking around and bristling her feathers.
“It’s pretty.” She remarked.
“And you didn’t believe
me, when I said they existed.” She teased.
‘Are you sure they’re
candidates? They seem a bit…crazy.’ F’gan asked his bond, and the blue
snorted.
‘She, the human’s a
candidate. They’re companions and I don’t want that wolf to touch me.
Poor dragon who shipped her here has told me enough horror stories
about that Aesa. Yes, I’m sure. Are you accusing me of being wrong?’
the tone sounded so insulted, that F’gan smothered a smile.
“Is something funny? Do
you find us funny? Fancy that. Iena, I don’t want to stay here any
more.” The wolf was bristling, with anger this time and Iena laughed.
“Aesa.” She said once,
soothingly and placed her hand on the winged wolf’s head. “Shut up, for
a second.”
The winged wolf grumbled,
but complied –amazingly enough-.
“And F’gan?” F’gan looked
up then, to see the woman smiling an oddly serene smile. “Yes.”
“Yes what?” was there
another half of this conversation he was just not understanding?
Perhaps.
“To what you’re going to
ask.”
‘Did you tell her?” F’gan
asked the blue.
‘Nope.’ The blue replied.
“How did you know?” he
said outloud, and she smiled again.
“She had a dream.” Aesa
interrupted, and snorted. “And believe me, hers are uncanny.”
![](square4.gif)
Iena is a candidate at Shourai
Weyr
Aesaltaz Anaisáil
is from Lantir-setia
Islands.
|