Day 158 (136th)

Day 158 (136th):
Loud noises startled us awake. We realized that this, too, was a crude copy of Raval's bells. Bangs, crashes and other noises continued for some moments. Kendar, still in his night clothes, jerked open the door and looked at us wildly.
"What in the world was that?" he asked, searching to see if the sound had originated in our room.
"The Baalocs have their own 'bell' system like Raval," Anna told him calmly.
Kendar just stopped. His mind reeled at this news. That the Baalocs had copied Raval was no surprise. The fact that the noise we had heard was their reproduction of it was surprising. Raval's bells was a melody of an ancient source which gently built to a climax that everyone could hear. This was chaotic, random, and plain loud. The elves entered as Kendar left to get dressed. They said they had witnessed the noise makers, who were just taking sticks and beating anything that would make a sound. Kendar met up with us down in the common room. He was dressed, but still recovering from his fright. Rono was just as cheerful as yesterday. He asked what our plans were for today. The elves said they considered returning to the forest.
"We are not sure what we can offer anymore. We had only agreed to escort you through Brimgrove. Curiosity and the need to see the problem for ourselves are why we continued to accompany your group. Now that we have seen, we wish to take this back to all of the elves," Lurox sadly told us.
As sad as it was, we agreed to let them part. The horses they had ridden would go with them. Rono showed them his tunnel and told them where it exited and the quickest route to the forest. Callie was able to contact Leo and asked him to watch over them until they reached the safety of the woods. After they ate, we said our good-byes and watched them disappear into the tunnel. We stayed until the sound of the horses could no longer be heard.
Back in the common room, we pondered our next moves. Rono contacted his friends. When we introduced ourselves, a few of them fell to the floor and praised the same deity Constance had praised. Once finished, they gave us the general layout of the city. Some were also able to tell us hidden ways into the palace. The swords buzzed a plan to us.
"We would like to see how Cornwall and the rest react in a crisis. Nothing grand, but definitely unsettling," I interrupted.
"What do you have in mind, ladies?" Rono asked, realizing that talking to me was the same as talking to all of us.
"Callie's powers, just like the rest of us, have grown. With our aid, she can reassemble some of the wall and a few buildings to a stronger and safer style that will be far less chaotic. Also, Sarah and Lisa can strip away a layer or two of the disease and poison within this city. Gretta can shatter around a block of false trinkets and fake items. That would cause a small crisis."
The others sat in silence. A tall, dark, formidable-looking man slammed his hands on the table we were all sitting around.
"I say do it. Shake them up. Too many believe the Baalocs won after Maalicus 'martyred' himself. They need a dose of reality."
The others agreed. Rono led us to the roof. From there, we could see a nice chunk of the city. We set up an area to amplify our actions. Mattis sent some things to help us. By mid-day, we were set and ready. After we ate and readied ourselves, we began. Callie stood in the center, Wrath flat in her hands, and scanned for her first target. The rest of us channeled energy to her to boost and sustain her. A portion of the wall about two blocks south of us began moaning and creaking. The odd bits and pieces reshaped themselves and molded to resemble the older portion of the wall. Crowds began to gather and watch the event. When the noise stopped, a thirty-foot wide column of strong smooth stone broke up the chaos of the rest of the wall. Callie paused and said one building then it was Gretta's turn. Searching, she spotted a spire five blocks west of the inn. Building up again, she directed her power to it. Moaning and creaking alerted the crowd at the wall. They rushed to it and watched the tower rebuild itself into a clean, smooth, symmetrical spire. Callie sat heavily and said she was done. We helped her take Gretta's place at the edge while Gretta stepped into the center. Since channelling was easier than directing, Callie was able to continue. Gretta focused on an area slightly north of us but that would include the inn and Rono's shop. We gathered the energy and supplied it to her. Pops, snaps, and breaking glass echoed through the city. Items of all types, sizes, and values were reduced to showers of dust as they exploded. Even Rono had a few things blown apart. When she was done, a six block radius was covered in the remains of fake diamonds, artificial jewels, and phony magical items. After taking a few deep breaths, Gretta informed us she wanted to do it once more. This time, somewhat west, another six block area was decimated. She walked slowly to the place Sarah vacated. Sarah, with Lust in hand, looked for her targets. Soldiers in demon armor had arrived and were corralling the spectators. She chose them and their prisoners. The crowd became quiet as they felt the power work on them. The soldiers were also silent. We saw legs, backs, and arms become straight. Hairless heads started blooming hair. Even a few missing parts began growing back. When nothing else could be healed, Sarah stopped. She was tired, but wanted to continue. She did not find another group so she turned it over to Lisa. Lisa found two targets quickly. At two junctions we could see, fountains bubbled and splashed. Both were undrinkable. One had brown-red water that stained the formerly white stone. The other had odd-smelling foam and ran slowly. She chose the stained one first. Using Gluttony like cross-hairs, she focused on it. For a moment, the water stopped. People close to it looked at it curiously. Then, clean water started flowing from the top. As it flowed, the stone lost its stain. Like ice melting, the color slid off the stone to reveal it true white color. When it got to the bottom, it drained away on the inside and vanished into the ground on the outside. A brave man dipped his hand in it and drank it. His shout brought others over who drank, dunked their heads, and filled up every container they could find. Lisa continued for a few more moments, making sure the source would not retaint the fountain. She stopped, caught her breath, and focused on the foaming one. Again, the water stopped. People from the first who were walking by it stopped to watch this one. A rumble from below it spooked them. All the water drained quickly, sucking the foam down as well. A jet of water shot straight from the top. The water then slowed to what it should be and washed the foam out of the basin. After a few seconds, another brave man drank from it. His shout brought some of those fighting for water from the other fountain. Lisa continued until the source of the taint was gone. She desperately wanted one more thing to purify, but her knees gave out and she fell. We ended the magic. Anna, Alice, and I removed all evidence of our activity while the others went to our room to rest. Rono and his friends played the part of not knowing what had happened. Other Baaloc soldiers arrived to hear the fantastic things that had happened and see the evidence for themselves. Water, trinket dust, and people were taken to the palace for examination. We saw the liaison, Nigel, swagger up and down the streets. The red bolts of his anger nearly obscured the blackness of his soul cloak. From every soldier, every citizen, he demanded to know the party responsible. The three of us were still on the roof as he howled his anger at those on the street. Holding hands, we asked the stone of the spire, wall, and fountains to produce a symbol of our own. On all four, an ancient symbol formed. Only the liaison could read it, besides Rono and his friends. In the Faerie language, the symbols for "Seven" "Sisters" and "Swords" were either as big as a door or as small as a plate. Since he could only reach the fountains, he tried to break one off. He slipped and fell into the purified water. He ran from his impromptu bath before too many saw the welts rising on his face. It was not as strong as the spring water from Green Springs, but his evil did cause it to react on him. By the time we got back inside, a curfew had been issued for the area. No one except Baaloc soldiers would be out after sunset for twenty blocks around Rono's inn. Kendar asked if we could join everyone in the common room. Callie, Gretta, and Sarah made it easily enough. Lisa was still a little weak and leaned on Alice as she came down the stairs. We assembled at the table we were at before. We sat down to a sea of puzzled looks.
I started to explain, but Rono stopped me, "Knowing how or what you did would be no help to us. We have no fear of this curfew. Why we called you down here was to ask a favor. If you could continue this for a few more days, it would make it easier to get in the palace and get to Cornwall before the wedding procession arrives. This city would be in such an uproar, no one would be certain of anything. Three of you didn't use you powers. What could you do?"
We thought a moment, "Alice sees individual histories while Anna receives the history of places. I see the true nature of people, animals, and any living thing. We're not sure how to use that to cause any disturbances."
We were quiet as we all thought about it.
Another of Rono's friends casually asked, "Wonder what Cornwall thinks of all of this?"
As one, we asked, "Want to find out?"
Everyone looked at us. Kendar smiled since he remembered our previous viewings. Everyone agreed that they did want to find out. We asked Rono if he had a large mirror. He grabbed one out of the hallway and set it up. We asked the mirror if it would please show us Cornwall and let us hear what was being said. The mirror started to ripple and blur. The sound came as the images were settling.
"...me again exactly what happened," a male voice ordered wearily.
The liaison huffed and started his tale in a slow and deliberate fashion, "The Seven Sisters are here. They have flaunted their power by vandalizing a section of the wall, a spire of a church, and two fountains."
"How have they done that? What damage did they cause?" Cornwall asked, slightly more interested.
"The wall is plain and smooth. No Baaloc handiwork on it at all. Same with the church spire; straight, smooth, and even on all sides. Both fountains run water nearly as tainted as Green Springs. It is unfit to drink yet the people believe it is sweet and delicious. Years of protection were washed away in moments. Plus, my lord, many people were disfigured by their magics."
"Can you show me?" Cornwall asked, on the edge of his throne.
"I can, my lord. A citizen and a soldier are with me to show you two extreme cases of this disfigurement."
The doors opened and two men entered. Both were obviously frightened. When they reached Cornwall and Nigel the liaison, they were ordered to tell their tales.
The citizen spoke first, "I had watched both the wall and spire transformed. Still in awe, I felt a tingle upon my body. I looked at the stump of may arm and watched a complete arm, wrist, and hand grow from it. When it was finished, I found it to be completely functional and strong. It was nothing short of amazing."
Nigel stopped him and ordered the soldier to report.
"Sirs, I arrived on the scene after the wall had stopped changing and the spire had started. I witnessed the last half of its transformation. When it stopped, I felt a curious sensation on my face. The right side of my face was burned many years ago which blinded me on that side. I kept it covered at all times. I removed this covering and found my sight returning. Also the skin smoothed and became the way it was before the accident. I have perfect vision in that eye and my skin is without mark. Even other pains and aches have vanished."
"See!" Nigel shouted, "Corruption and disfigurement. The god ordained these men to be as they were and these unholy bitches take it upon themselves to change them without their knowledge or permission. Abominable!"
Cornwall sat back and thought quietly. The citizen and soldier were dismissed. Nigel stood and waited. We suspected he was hoping for some great decree that would lock down Baaloc Prime in some way. We saw his disappointment when Cornwall sent him away without any more discussion. We ended the viewing and Rono returned the mirror to the hallway. After a quiet moment, giggles slowly erupted among us. I was laughing at the twisted way Nigel was interpreting our actions. We knew his true nature yet hearing him spinning the events was amusing. We wondered if Cornwall was able to see what really happened or if he accepted Nigel's version of the events.
Dinner was casual and the talk was easy. We were told of things about our new friends and told them about us. There were no night "bells" like Raval. Remembering the new curfew, the others left. We seven, Kendar, and Rono were left in the now very empty inn. We helped clean up and then went to bed. It had been a very satisfying day.

Day 157 (135th)

Day 157 (135th):
I woke up with a terrible headache. My sisters also were in pain. We had to go through the exercise three times to make it stop. The elves were barely able to feel it, but they were aware of it. We mounted up and headed towards the darkness of Baaloc Prime. Only three hours in the saddle, Baaloc Prime rose out of the landscape just as hideous as we remembered and the others had speculated. It was a crude parody of Raval Palace. Two spires rose above the plain. They were different heights and inconsistent widths. The smaller ones were also uneven in height and width. A few looked like bites had been taken out of them. It was another hour before we could distinguish the wall from the city. With all the weird angles, it was hard to see the border of the wall unless someone was walking across it. The wall was very far from the "palace". A large outpost was about two hundred yards from the gates of the wall. There seemed to be far more people milling around it that it should hold. Amid all the people, one felt familiar. As we looked, a flash of black swished in front of the fort.
"The liaison is here. Why is he here so soon? The procession is still...a week?" I asked.
"Almost two," Kendar answered, "They are taking the large main road with about a dozen towns to stop and 'make appearances'. He must be setting up something underhanded. How close to read his intentions?"
I thought, then told him, "Another hundred yards should do it. That knot of traders should provide cover."
He looked and directed us towards a group of wagons.
With the swords working to block out everyone else, we focused on him. Learning his name was Nigel, we dug deeper. Whether or not "Mara" was a virgin, he planned to say she was, see to it the marriage took place as publicly as possible, and kill her after a month or so in order to make Cornwall king without the needed bloodline. Also, he was a demon hybrid and had flew to Baaloc Prime after Mary's examination. I shook as we pulled away. The others were furious when we told them, both because of the deception and the plan to kill Mara.
The group of wagons began moving towards the gate. Mutters of "it's about time" rippled through them. Alice and Anna informed us they had undergone "inspections" which resulted in two days of delay and a ten percent loss of merchandise. We slid in with them and entered the gates unchallenged. I was closed almost completely and still the chaos of Baaloc Prime was overwhelming. Kendar took the lead and the elves surrounded us. They guided us to an inn on the edge of the city near the wall. Compared to the others, it was untouched with very little evidence of patching or rework. Inside was like a cool breeze on a hot day. Very old magic kept the rest of the city out of our heads. Kendar said one of their spies had reported about this inn as being a safe place. Even the elves relaxed here. A short man came from the back and welcomed us warmly. Alice shot all of us her feelings on this man.
I stepped forward, bowed slightly, and said, "Constance is safe and with friends."
His eyes lit up and his smile widened, "She had sent a message of unique travelers in Kirpack. I am Rono, owner and innkeeper. Also, as you know, a member of Constance's faith. My home is your's."
He showed us around, got us assigned rooms, and helped us with the horses. We were his only guests. He said he had very few guests at any time. Rumors had been circulated that his inn was haunted. New Baaloc soldiers would be dared to spend the night. Very few have made it. What they heard was the wind whistling through the tunnel under the inn Rono used to smuggle. His shop, around behind the inn, was known for getting "unique items", which only a few people knew were not human made. Rono told us this as we had our evening meal in the empty common room. When we asked his opinion of the wedding, he went from smiling and open to frowning and closed. Tersely, he said he did not approve. When we told him of the ruse, his smile returned. He approved of the plan and trickery. He seemed drawn to Gretta. Finally, my honesty broke through.
"Rono, are you a leprechaun?"
All talk stopped. I wanted to hide, take back the question, and not have ever spoken.
Rono laughed, "Perceptive girl. You are correct. I am a leprechaun. Fortunately, no one around here has ever met one and just assumes I am only short. I suppose you are also aware that Constance was not human."
Kendar and the elves looked at us.
As one, we answered, "Wood nymph."
Rono smiled while the other men gasped.
"That was why she was so slight and frail," Lurox stated, "Without a forest, her strength had gradually faded."
"The garden at Raval will improve her health tremendously," Sarah beamed.
"Most of us are not human or fully human. We have hidden in plain sight all these years. Yet, now, we fear Cornwall's rule. He is far more paranoid than Maalicus ever was and has been seen killing just for the sake of killing."
"Have you seen his back, without a shirt?" Kendar asked.
"Not his full back, no. He was being fitted for armor. A portion of his shirt came up. Angry red welts were on the skin I saw. There were also some on his upper thigh. He had a loin cloth on and I saw part of his leg, the back of it. Is that significant?"
We all paled. We informed Rono of their importance. It was his turn to pale. We were all quiet as we pondered the significance of these added marks. Still silent, the seven of us rose and surrounded Rono. I told him what we were doing.
"Rono, think back to that day. See it as clearly as you see us."
We each joined hands. The two on the ends placed their free hand on Rono's head. The memories poured into us. When he saw Cornwall, we froze the scene. The part on his back was the same as Maalicus. We moved it forward until we saw his bare leg. These were definitely different. When we broke contact, we informed the rest of what they meant.
"From what we saw on his leg, Tharinzar has added strength, access to more demon magic, and a part of a spell to make the marks impossible to erase by anyone but a demon of Tharinzar's power or greater."
"So the puppet's strings cannot be cut," Kendar gravely added.
We nodded. Rono suggested we sleep on this information and see if the dawn reveals anything new. We all agreed. Rono had a large room the seven of us could sleep in comfortably. Kendar had a room to himself and the elves were two to a room. We talked a little before settling in to sleep. It was our opinion that Tharinzar did not want a repeat and had added the new marks to prevent us from removing his handy-work.

Days 155 &156 (133rd & 134th)

Day 155 (133rd):
Sloth taught us an exercise to help block out the town's accumulated energy. We were able to see the current energy, not the past mess layered upon itself. It helped greatly. The other relaxed as we were calmer. It was still morning when the town came into view. Just like our vision and reports about Baaloc Prime, this town seemed slapped together without plan or design. We could see the old, planned construction was patched, topped, and covered by the slapped together stuff. As we began our trek around it, a group of soldiers in Baaloc armor came riding out of the gates. They stopped us and began ordering us to follow them into the city. Kendar asked why, but they refused to tell us and just kept ordering us into the city. To keep from drawing attention to ourselves, we followed. Inside the city was just as thrown together as the outside walls. The roads twisted, buildings leaned, and chaos reigned. We were led to a building with bars on every opening. A barred door opened and another Baaloc ordered us to dismount and enter. We complied. The elves kept their heads covered and bowed as we entered. We were taken to an office of sorts to stand before a fat man who was drinking some strong-smelling liquid.
"Explain yourselves. My men saw you going around our city. Why are you avoiding Kirpack?" he said between swallows.
Kendar responded, "I am Major Kendar of Cassabla. I am escorting this group to Baaloc Prime."
"Under who's banner?"
"Lord Carmon of Thantos and King Droland of Raval."
The fat man laughed, "They have no authority here. Why would they send such to Baaloc Prime?"
"For the wedding of Lord Cornwall to Princess Mara."
"Cornwall? 'Lord'? You are mistaken. Cornwall is barely a general. Maalicus is our lord and Chosen."
"I guess you have not received the news. Maalicus is dead. Tharinzar raised Cornwall to his vacant position."
"Lying dog! Maalicus is eternal! No man can kill him! I should slay you where you stand for such lies!"
"Sir, I was at the battle. I saw the Seven Sisters of the Swords kill him on the battlefield. Even you own people refer to him as 'Maalicus the Martyr'."
The fat man paused for a moment, then told us, "I have not received any report in some time. We only heard of the Baaloc's victory a few days ago from a merchant riding through here. He did admit his information was second hand at best. I will send my fastest rider to Fairpoint Fort to confirm this news. If you are lying, I will take you to Baaloc Prime myself, in chains. If you speak the truth, you are all free to go."
He called for his men and ordered us to be taken to a nearby inn and guarded until the rider's return. We quietly followed the soldiers as we led our horses through the chaos of Kirpack. A soldier asked me about the lack of saddles.
"Our cleric companions' order forbids luxury of any kind. Saddles are considered a luxury," I lied, feeling Vanity vibrate to make my words believable.
He seemed to accept my lie, plus it explained the elves silence and covered appearance. The inn where we were taken was as slapped together as everything else. The door barely fit in its frame and had to be lifted slightly to be opened. We were stopped just inside. The innkeeper bellowed about losing business being used as a jail for Commander Buqdoll's temporary prisoners. Kendar stepped forward and laid some gold in the man's hand.
"Fair compensation for our stay."
The innkeeper's demeanor changed immediately and he called for everyone to tend to his "honored guests". The soldiers stationed themselves at every exit. We decided to make the best of our wait. Larz was brushed and cleaned. Bo was checked for any loose scales or anything that might become a problem. Dawn's feathers were checked for any parasites, loose feathers, or anything else that might harm her. After a couple of hours, I noticed the soldiers huddled together, talking low, and looking at us strangely. I remembered that look, it was not good.
"Everyone, listen please. Those soldiers mean to do us harm. We must guard ourselves against them."
Kendar and the elves strayed a look at them. Being more worldly, they did not need special senses to know the men's thoughts.
"Yes, seven girls with only one soldier and a handful of 'clerics' for escort would be a tempting prize for these blokes. Any suggestions?" Lurox asked.
"Sloth", Anna volunteered, "he could make them too lazy to pursue their intentions."
"Good idea," piped Kendar, "Make it happen."
I saw the tendril of power float from Anna's back and reach towards the soldiers. I was amazed no one had removed our weapons. Most likely, they believed them to be ornamental and of no threat. Also, they probably believed that they could all take Kendar easily as his was the only other visible weapon. The power snaked around the men and began to go to work. They leaned on the bar and plopped onto chairs. Some stretched, others yawned. Anna and Sloth curled the power around the rest of the soldiers who slouched at their post or sat and make themselves comfortable. After every soldier had been affected, they pulled the power back. The men conspiring lost all interest in their plan. Another hour later, a young girl arrived and told us the rider was expected to return in the morning. She was very timid and avoided the Baaloc soldiers. We asked her to stay, but she said the commander was expecting her to return promptly. The innkeeper stepped in and volunteered to show us to our rooms. The girl slipped out before we could say anything else to her. Our rooms were spare, but not bad. We seven stayed in one while the elves and Kendar split up into two others. We had to share beds, but we were fine with that. The inn and city were unusually quiet. I wondered about it as I fell asleep.

Day 156 (134th):
A very timid knock woke us up. The same girl from last night stood at the door.
"The rider has returned and confirmed what you said. The guards are gone. You are free to go."
She turned to leave. We ran out to stop her.
"Do not leave, please. We can see your fear and pain. Let us help you, please," Gretta nearly begged the girl.
The girl paused, looked at us, and burst into tears. We guided her into our room. She did not have to speak. The long sleeves, high neck, and long skirt spoke of hidden injuries. How stiffly she sat told us of new injuries not yet healed. Sarah knelt in front of her and the power began flowing and wrapping around her. Her eyes went wide as she felt her injuries healing. I felt Gretta reach for Mattis and Alice looking into her past. Alice informed us her name was Constance. I saw Gretta light up as she and Mattis came up with a plan. Alice knelt before Constance and addressed her.
"Constance, I am going to be honest. We are the Seven Sisters of the Swords. We brought about Maalicus' death. Our cleric companions are not clerics, they are elves. We cut through the forest to get here before the wedding procession. We are on our way to Baaloc Prime to unseat Cornwall and banish Tharinzar and any other demon there."
We expected her to start screaming and threatening to tell everyone what we had said. Instead, she fell to the floor and began praising a deity I had never heard named before.
She then stood and explained, "My faith had hidden for over a thousand years. An ancient prophesy said powers from many lands would come together to rid this land of this evil. I am so happy I lived to see it."
"There is another gift for you, Constance. The true ruler of Selvis needs people she can trust. A portal is being opened to take you to Raval. The Baalocs cannot touch you there."
"A Selvis heir? Alive? Who?"
A silver circle appeared in the floor. Kendar and the elves entered, saw it, and closed the door quickly. We let her know the portal was safe.
As she stood within it, we told her, "Say hi to Princess Mara for us."
A bright smile burst on her face as she slid down through the portal. When she and the portal were gone, we quickly explained. As we left, the innkeeper handed us some travel food and thanked us for the gold. Outside, all of our horses were there, safe, and had received good care. Saddle blankets were on the elves' horses as were bits and bridles. We saddled up and headed out as quickly as we could without looking suspicious. We saw the news of Maalicus' death spreading through the city. Some people even killed themselves instead of living without Maalicus as their leader. We had to repeatedly do Sloth's exercise to block all of that chaos. Within a few hours, we were leaving Kirpack and all of that mess behind. Once its influence was far enough to be ignored, I opened up to seek for Baaloc Prime. It was just at the edge of my furthest perception. A small point of darkness lay between us and it. We suspected this was the fort that the rider went to in order to get a report. Again, we decided to wait until we got near it to decide if we should enter or go around.
A few hours after mid-day, the fort was sighted. A small structure, about the size of four cottages sharing walls, with the same pieced together lack of planning we had seen in other Baaloc buildings. We turned to Anna for an explanation of this building style.
"I have gathered that most able-bodied males have been pushed to become soldiers. Females are made slaves or prostitutes unless they show magical ability. The skilled workers were either worked to death or died of old age before training anyone else. Only wizards, clerics, and prostitutes are officially allowed to have trainees. Thieves' guilds unofficially train all the time. While the law says they are illegal, no one enforces that law or even acknowledges it. Most soldiers either work with them or are a member of at least one of them. So, the walls and buildings are built by unskilled workers without any idea of how to build them. Most of them are held together by magic, luck, and a few barely remembered techniques."
The elves were angry at such waste and abuse of people and magic. Kendar quietly fumed as well. We decided to skirt this fort. The road forked around it, so it would not seem strange to avoid it. We saw a few soldiers watch us pass. Alice and Anna were able to perceive that the rider had told them about us and our destination. I felt a trickle of power from Sloth.
"So they do not inform their superiors right away."
I thought that was good thinking. The soldiers kind of leaned on the wall and watched us go. Dawn cheeped a sour note and ruffled herself. I guess she didn't like the fort either.
We found shelter just as the sun was setting. It looked like a sheep shed or other animal shelter for bad weather. It had not seen any domestic animals for some time. When asked, I told everyone that I could sense Baaloc Prime, even nearly completely closed. I described it as a black mountain sitting in a stagnate swamp. I could nearly taste its darkness. My sisters also reported their feelings. Lisa and Sarah commented on the sickness and poison of the place. Alice and Anna spoke of the layers of personal and regional history piled upon each other like the Baaloc buildings, chaotic and disjointed. Gretta said very little sang in that place. If there were any real jewels, amulets, or the like, they were hidden beyond her senses. Callie reported on the weakness and fragility of both buildings and people. She could feel the magic holding up the buildings and the fear holding together the people.
Kendar asked, "Have any of you perceived how they explained Maalicus' defeat and death? We've already heard him called a martyr. Someone has spun a tale, apparently, that he sacrificed himself for the Baaloc faith. Yet, we witnessed him being abandoned by Tharinzar and that giant one when you girls began erasing the demon spell. Commander Baqdoll said he had been told of the Baaloc's victory. Cornwall was there, so maybe he is the spinner?"
"It is possible," Alice began, "that Tharinzar has marked Cornwall with the same spell as Maalicus."
"And, having grown up in Maalicus' shadow," Anna continued, "his thinking may be just as twisted, seeing things only as he wants to see them."
"Such a man would not wish to see his leader, his 'god', defeated so he has told everyone that Maalicus martyred himself to save the soldiers who were, actually, running away in fear," Sarah added.
"Plus, we have been told Cornwall is stricter than Maalicus was," Lisa commented, "which means he may be quicker to kill anyone who disagrees with him."
"To save their own hides," Gretta stated, "the soldiers have repeated their leader's account even though they know it is not true."
"Which adds to the chaos of all Baaloc towns, forts, and cities," Callie chimed in, "making the people more afraid and easier to herd and manipulate."
"Maalicus had already laid the foundation that the swords are minor gods in their powers. Cornwall may just be building on that foundation to control the people," I added.
Kendar and the elves just stared at us. Lurox looked at Kendar.
"Do they do that often? Watching one train of thought from seven mouths is a bit dizzying."
"More 'Sister Speak'. They don't do it often, but it must be witnessed to be believed."
We all began laughing. We didn't notice until afterwards that we were all following the same line of reasoning. At least we went to sleep on a light note.

Days 151-154 (129th-132th)

Day 151( 129th):
We awoke to the elves singing a working song as they broke camp and made breakfast. The unicorns had relaxed a bit and did not stay so close to me or us all the time. The sunshine through the trees was warmer than when we had entered over a week ago. Granted, it was deep into summer and we were further south than Raval Palace. Our new companions, Larz, Bo, and Dawn, had settled into parts of their partners and it was easy to forget they were there. Larz rode between Kendar and the pommel of the saddle. Either he was really the runt or just a smallish breed, but he fit that nook quite well. Bo had his head near Lisa' right elbow, body over her shoulders and down her left side, tail lazily coiled around Gluttony. Dawn found a nice spot behind Alice, nested between the saddle bags and cuddled against her back. The forest became quieter as we neared the Baalocs' settlements. The unicorns got edgy and nervous. We told them it was alright if they chose to stay in the forest instead of following us. Reluctantly, they agreed to stay behind. We neared the edge of the forest shortly after our mid-day break. Almost at the same time, the unicorns, we seven, Dawn, and Larz went on guard facing the southeast. Before the rest could ask, about a dozen people came running at us, screaming and holding up weapons of various types and sizes. We couldn't make out individual words until they got closer. Mostly, they were shouting "demons", "devils", "beasts", and other mean things. Our elf troop launched a volley of arrows just over their heads. Other than stumbling, it did not change their advance. When they got a little closer, they stopped. Once of the men stepped forward.
"Stop your unholy activities or we will be forced to attack you."
Kendar addressed them,"What 'unholy activities'? We are just traveling through the woods."
He interrupted,"In the company of demons with unholy beasts as your guards."
We all looked around, very confused. Seeing we did not understand who or what he was talking about, the man pointed his short sword at Lurox, "Devils". Then, he pointed at the unicorns, "Unholy beasts."
We looked at each other and started laughing. This made them very angry.
Another man stepped forward and addressed us seven, "Girls, I don't know what they promised you, but it is not worth you souls. Any wealth or beauty they offer is an illusion, empty promises bringing nothing but pain and suffering. Say the word and we will protect you from them."
This resulted in another round of laughter. It was their turn to be confused. Gretta composed herself and began trying to explain. They refused to listen and moaned about lost children. Kendar suggested they leave before they got hurt. I could see they honestly believed what they were saying and truly felt their way was good and right. Hurting them was not the way. I whispered to the unicorns to put them to sleep so we all could leave unharmed. However, it was Dawn who acted. Circling above their heads, she sang a beautiful tune. They began to slump, letting weapons fall from limp fingers, and slowly slid to the ground. They all had peaceful looks on their faces. Dawn returned to Alice's saddle, chirped, and straightened her feathers. We took this as a cue to leave.
We were many miles away when I felt them rise. They were confused and decided no to follow us. We were still under the trees when darkness fell. I sensed we were very close to a Baaloc town. I pushed as far as I could, but Baaloc Prime was still too far away. Also, I could not reach the wedding party. I hoped they were safe and weren't too bored with this duty.

Day 152 (130th):
The mornings were becoming warmer as the trees became thinner and further apart. Our unicorns decided they could go no further and feel safe. We hugged them, thanked them for their company and aid, and asked if they would watch over the temple cave and its occupants. They were glad we still needed them and gleefully let us know they would as soon as we were out of sight. We left them standing under a clump of trees. We continued east, trying not to look back at them, as it was a heartbreaking sight. About an hour after parting, Dawn gave a mournful whistle that let us know they had left. Soon after, we left the forest.
I felt the Baaloc town getting closer as we journeyed. Not everyone there was evil. There were many who honestly believed the teachings as the right path. Still, I could feel the many who knew they were doing bad things and did them anyway, regardless of who got hurt. Here and there were pockets of people who were doing good and did not believe the Baaloc way, yet pretended in order to survive. We channeled some good energy their way to help them not feel alone. The elves began hiding their obvious elfish features. Kendar got some horses for them from an outlying farmer who, I could feel, desperately needed the money. While Kendar was dealing with him, the seven of us secretly purified his fields of poison, boosted its fertility and producing capacity, and asked the animals around to help him if they could. We checked the horses for diseases or problems. They were healthy, if a bit underfed. Fortunately for them, the elves were lighter compared to humans at the same height. The elves rode bareback as the farmer had no saddles at all. The horses didn't seem to mind.
We passed within sight of the town. I could not look directly at it for more than a few seconds without pain pulsing through my head. My sisters also commented on the many impressions they were receiving. It was decided to only do business with outlying homes and stay clear of town as much as possible. Kendar said he was glad we could sense others this way so we all would not be fooled by dishonest people. We warned the others when we were being approached by other riders or travelers. We did stop a merchant wagon manned by an honest couple. They were friendly and dealt with us openly. They warned us that Cornwall "the heir of Maalicus the Martyr" was harsher in his dictates and had no mercy or lenience in his rules. We thanked them and parted.
Around evening, we found an abandoned house that showed no signs of any occupation for some time. Part of the roof had fallen in, but as no rain was anticipated, it made a good place to stay the night. No one was on the roads, so we felt safe. We risked a small fire. I didn't know if it was Baaloc Prime or not, but a large area with many people was at the furthest edge of my and Vanity's combined reach. We were asked if any of us had gleaned the name of the town we passed. Anna said it was Kordack, formerly Lystal. Looking at the map, we found Lystal. It was a few days ride south and west of Baaloc Prime. We decided to avoid the roads as much as possible and make a nearly straight shot northeast. A large town was in our path, but we held off on a decision until we got a better look and feel for it. The night was eerily silent.

Days 153-154 (131-132):
We were up and gone before sunrise. We traveled over forgotten fields and abandoned grazing pastures. We happened upon two active farms with families who were glad we were not Baaloc soldiers. At both, we did the same as the farm where we bought the horses. The first was just an elderly couple who wanted one more good crop before they died and their house became government property. The second was a family with six children and a very pregnant wife. Husband and wife feared giving birth with no mid-wife for miles around. Kendar and Lurox agreed that we could stay the night and aid the poor woman. We felt for the baby and found her healthy and strong. She could survive being born at that time. We nudged the girl into deciding to come out. The wife and us seven went into her bedroom when the contractions started. Callie and I had aided our village mid-wife before, so this was not new to us. Sarah monitored their health as we secretly gave energy to the wife. By dawn, the sun was greeted by a new voice. Father, mother, and siblings welcomed their new addition. They wanted to pay us, but we knew how little they had, so we politely declined. When they insisted, Sarah said her order was forbidden from accepting payment for such service. This ended their argument.
We left before mid-day, continuing our planned path. The large town was creeping into my awareness. The others felt it, too. Lisa said it was like a stinger in the land, slowly sending poison in all directions. Sarah had to pull inward as the pain of it was eating at her. To me, it was a dark emptiness slowly covering a beautiful landscape. At times, I wanted to cry at the waste, suffering, and cruelty of it all. We informed Kendar and the elves that we had to pull our senses in to keep this from chipping away at us. They understood and said it was the best thing to do. By nightfall, we were still a distance away from the town, but, even nearly closed completely down, it still pressed upon my senses. I could see my sisters also struggling with the town's presence upon their senses. Kendar and the elves were worried about us. We tried to assure them we would adjust to the town and be glad when we were away from it.

Day 148-150 (126th-128th)

Day 148 (126th):
I awoke rather angry. My sisters and the unicorns were awake and staring at me. I sat up, stood up, and yelled for everyone to gather together. Once assembled, I recounted my vision. Everyone got angry, including the unicorns. Lurox suggested confirming this, even though he believed me completely. I opened myself up as fully as I could and pushed a little farther. I felt the cave a few days journey somewhat to the south. We ate and got ready at the same time. We went as quickly as we could. Our deer family followed at the same pace. Lurox and his troop wondered why they were so intent on following us. Alice reported that they had done nothing "undeer-like" as far as she could see. I could not feel anything from them, even the fawns. That was the only other curious thing about them. We ate in the saddle. By sunset, the presence of the cave was like a void in a painting. Callie said the magic was so weak it felt like a bruise on her heart. Anna was quiet as she sorted out the layers of history. She did confirm Baalocs were here a long time ago. Lisa and Sarah stated that some slow infection was seeping through the area. Gretta could feel the crystals, but their song was very faint. Alice said "ghosts" were about this place. Lurox was unsure how to take our input. Kendar said something about "Sister Speak" and Lurox smiled and nodded. I guess we had been the topic of many conversations. We made camp in a small clearing. The unicorns set up a perimeter around us seven. Our deer family boldly slept not far from us. As I drifted to sleep, I swore I heard a male voice say, "Tomorrow brings the answer."

Day 149 (127th):
We were up and on the trail before sunrise. Our whole assembly was on edge. We were at the curtain of vines and roots Lurox told us about. He began a long prayer-like chant, asking for entrance and begging forgiveness for coming uninvited. When he finished, all was silent. Nothing happened. Lurox was flustered and couldn't understand what was wrong.
"It's too weak," Callie stated, "The magic is not there to open the vines."
"But, Starlight is eternal. Her power should not have faded. Kayla's vision is accurate and the portal is gone. We must get inside," he stated as he drew his sword.
"Stop!" I ordered, "There is a gentle way in, right, my sentinels?"
The unicorns stepped forward and touched horns. A ball of light formed at that point. In unison, they stepped forward again. The vines shuddered. When the light nearly touched the vines, it shattered into sparks that dusted the vines. The weak and withered things became strong and green again. They parted for us like a silk curtain. The elves and humans stared.
"Coming inside?" I asked playfully.
We all entered the dark cave. It was the same I had seen in my vision. By memory, I found the hole that let in the light. Asking the plants to move from it, light flooded the cave. The finely honed crystals bounced and reflected the light to focus on a central point. The stone stump was there, rune precisely etched around the flat circle that was its top. A depression hinted that something had been cradled on top of it. Lurox began fuming. While I could not make out all of the words, I could feel the raw anger, the pain of loss, and a mix of other emotions from him and the others. To our amazement, King and Queen had entered with us.
Kendar, finally, asked, "What is with them? Deer do not act this way."
I saw the answer on the wall behind them. Our shadows were firmly painted. The unicorns, Bo, and Larz were the only animals casting shadows. Two people-like shadows stood behind the deer.
"Lurox, Kendar, everyone, meet the lost prince and lady of the elves," I said, smiling.
Understanding bloomed upon my sisters' faces while the rest were utterly confused. My sisters stood with me as I informed the others.
"Remember, when they disappeared, all that was found were deer and horse tracks. When they became separated from the rest, your enemy transformed them, clothes and all, into the animals you see here. For reasons I don't yet know, they have not aged one day since their change. The babies are orphans, real deer, they are caring for until they grow up. They have been following us because they felt the power of the swords and our Faerie pendants. It is their hope either we can free them or know someone who can."
Lurox interrupted, "If they are the Royal Couple, how do we prove it to our fellows?"
"When they are returned to elf form, they will be able to prove it themselves," Alice added, "I can't believe I missed the obvious. The people I saw around them weren't hunters or villagers, they were them in their true selves and their families. I feel so foolish."
"The histories they laid down in the forest make sense now as well," Anna chimed in, "They have secretly or openly aided others to the best of their abilities. I should have see it, so many histories feature a stag or stag/doe pair as aid to a journey."
"Do not blame yourselves, dear girls. We have remained unnoticed for hundreds of years. Even several weeks together may not have revealed us until we entered this temple."
"Was that... did they speak?" Lurox babbled.
"Actually, just him. What little magic is still here has allowed his voice to be heard," I calmly explained.
Lurox and the other elves went and bowed before the two "beasts", "My prince, my King, we have waited so long. Many will rejoice at this news. We will do anything to return you both to your original form and the throne that awaits you."
"Alas, we cannot take either until the portal is returned to this place. You girls and your swords are strong, but there is little you can currently do for us. The Baalocs did steal it, being gold and all. However, outside of here, its magic is faulty at best. The longer it is gone, the less it works properly. Another year or so and it will not work at all. Plus, the spring water can only be called by mermaids or water nymphs. Should all of you manage to find it, getting it back to full power will be a challenge."
"Still, my king, we need to let everyone know you are alive, healthy, and safe. We will get wizards, clerics, anyone we can to convey this to all of our people."
"I volunteer to be the messenger," a sweet female voice echoed in the cave.
From the darkness, the Faerie Queen walked into our area of light. The kneeling elves prostrated in front of her. The stag and doe bent forward slightly. She gave all seven of us a hug and told us how proud she was we had found these two and kept them safe.
"I will tell the chancellor, your people in the west, and these in Brimgrove of the happy news. I will admit that I, too, failed to associate the lost pair with these unique deer. Please, Your Majesties, stay here while they continue into Baaloc Prime. That will keep you safe and save them from searching for you."
"Agreed," the two chimed in unison.
They looked at each other and smiled as best deer can smile. The elves stood and expressed their gratitude to the Faerie Queen for this service. She suggested staying here for the night as, by the fading light through the hole told us as well, it was getting too late to travel. She said good-bye and left. We all went about setting up camp inside the temple cave. Grasses and leaves were gathered for the royal pair and their charges to bed down. Torches were set in dusty holders and a fire was lit in the small brewing pit. The elves were more cheerful than they had been since we met. Their glows were free of the dark spot of doubt and self-pity that had been a part of them and their lives for three hundred years. Even in the dark, I could sense the vines and roots growing in strength and health. Sarah said that just having all of us here, in peace and happiness, and of our own free wills was boosting the health of the plants that shrouded this place. By morning, she guessed, they would be nearly up to full strength. Lisa added that the slow infection had stopped and was reversing itself. Hopefully, the source of the plants had not been too gravely injured. We left only the cook fire burning as we all settled in for the night.

Day 150 (128th):
A nuzzle woke me. The unicorns informed us that the sun was rising. We gently woke the rest, bid the royal pair good-bye, and got back on the trail to Baaloc Prime. Our diversion to the cave had not lengthened nor shortened our travel time. Our elf partners were in much better moods this day and we seemed to sail through the forest. I could sense the few settlements and the joy as they received the news. A few began packing for the return trip home which, they were certain, would be soon. The forest this way was thinner than the western part. We were informed that Baalocs had harvested many trees in this area, but had not for sometime. The growth told us no tree had been taken in over a decade. The stumps left also told how long any had been cut down. The unicorns continued to join our journey. The lack of deer took a little getting use to, but we knew they were safe. Sarah's guess was dead on as the vines and roots were thick, strong, and green and covered the entrance well. They moved aside for all of us, even the fawns, who were natural deers.
As we traveled, I noticed Alice kept looking around. Finally, I asked,"What troubles you?"
"I feel someone is watching me, not us, just me. It doesn't feel threatening, but it is a little frightened. What should I do?"
Looking at Bo, Lisa, and Larz, remembering that Alice was part elf, I suggested asking it to show itself. Nearly everyone else agreed. We stopped and let Alice separate herself from the group. Not a word was said. Before our eyes, a large bird drifted from the trees and landed on Alice's leg. As big as a rooster, yet its tail was twice the length of its body. I had seen rich gentlemen have feathers like this bird's tucked in their hats.
"It is a King's bird. Their feathers, males and females, are prized by nobles and lords. You are lucky such has chosen to pair with you, Alice," Lurox stated proudly.
"Pair? Like Bo and Lisa? We're a set?" she inquired.
"It appears to be, sister," Lisa smiled and stroked Bo.
"Well, it could be worse. Your name, please?" Alice asked the bird.
We could sense it pondering the question. When it realized what was being asked, it fluttered and danced a bit. We guessed it assumed we would force a name on it. A picture of sunrise flitted through our minds.
"You are a girl named Dawn," Alice said cheerfully.
Dawn danced some more then hopped on the pommel of Alice's saddle and settled in to join the journey. Alice was calm now and we resumed our travels. It seemed Bo and Dawn could also hear Gluttony and Envy. Bo's tail wrapped protectively around Gluttony. Dawn peeped and chirped and nuzzled Envy every so often. Near sunset, I had just begun sensing the Baaloc's presence. Fortunately, their nearest settlement was still days away at a gallop. The elves had loosened up enough to share folklore and song from their western land. The night sounds were quieter in this region. We decided that the less dense forest meant fewer animals.

Day 147 (125th)

Day 147 (125th):
We arrived at the Binding Tree shortly after sunrise. A circular clearing was worn around the massive tree. Tymara showed us a place away from it to keep the horses and rest. Opening myself back up, I sensed the other elves a distance away. Tymara must have been talking with them as I felt no unease on their part. I could sense their anger at the Baalocs and their resolve to keep them out of Brimgrove. Scanning around, I felt the unicorns, down to five, our deer family, and the edges of a few villages. Directing my attention to the north, a presence as cold as ice hit me. It was not the cold hate of undead, but just cold, no emotion. I asked Tymara what lay north of here. She was reluctant to answer. Finally, she told me of a relic of an old war was there. An old race of underground elves had magically made man-like beings out of stone. They were sent against the surface elves to keep them away from the cave entrances of the below surface elves. The surface elves destroyed all but one. That was what I had felt, a creature of living stone whom elf wizards of old had partially fused to the ground. It could not move as it was part of the rock beneath it from the knees down and one arm was also captured. No one could determine any intelligence or soul in it. It was avoided by nearly everything. She said it would be best for me to leave it alone as well. I was going to do just that when I felt a need pulling on me from it. I thought it was just me until my sisters started staring towards the north.
"You feel it too?" I asked them all.
"Yes, something is very sick," Sarah replied.
"And weak, painfully weak," added Callie.
I told them what Tymara had said. We all went to Kendar and Tymara and explained what we were feeling. The other elves arrived as we were speaking. Tymara informed them of our feelings. The leader of the other troop said it was worth a try to see if something could be done about the golem. The seven of us, Kendar, Tymara, and Lurox, the leader of the other troop, headed towards the need.
In less than an hour, we arrived in an open area. Before us, standing nearly twenty-five feet above ground, a male-looking being of pure marble stood white in the sun, leaning to its left with its hand unseen below ground. The need was radiating from it almost to the point of pain. It was motionless.
"See, it is a chunk of rock. No cleric or wizard had found any life in it," Tymara stated, almost in anger.
Just then, it moved, rumbling the ground beneath us.
"Free me," rumbled in my head.
My sisters heard it, too. The elves did not act as if they heard anything.
"Free me, I hurt."
The seven of us approached. We told the others we would be safe. We stood at a comfortable speaking distance.
"Explain, please, we are not sure how to free you or help," I told it.
"My legs and hand are being squeezed by the rocks. I can bear no more torture."
"The elves cannot hear your voice. They think you are only stone."
"My race is stone, living stone. The underground elves forced us to fight. I am the last of those, but my race lives, deep under the ground. Please, I only wish to go home."
We relayed his words. The elves were shocked. None of them even guessed he was alive and in pain. They informed us that the spell used to imprison him was ancient and unknown to any of their tribes.
"Fortunately, Greed, Envy, Vanity, and Sloth are ancient magic users. They will guide us," Anna said confidently.
We circled the marble man. Without touching them, our swords rose from their sheaths and hung between us and him. The swords began to hum as they examined the spell holding him and searched their memories for a counter spell. Their probing found another spell preventing his mind voice from being heard by elves. They searched for another counter spell to allow the elves to hear him. Finding both, they quickly taught it to us. As we began, Lurox began writing it down, both of the counter spells. The barrier fell first and the elves heard his voice for the first time in hundreds of years. With it gone, the imprisoning spell began to fall. He began to slowly rise from the earth. His hand was freed first. He flexed his hand with an odd crunching, grinding noise.When he rose enough for his knees to be fully above ground, he flexed them too, with the same noise accompanying those movements. It took an hour to fully free him. When his feet were free, he sat down and cleaned the dirt and growth from his feet and legs.
"Thank you. Now I can return to my people. I did not know if I could stand another visit from them and the pain of their departure."
"Wait, the 'Meeting of the Giants'. Our elders said that was a memorial service for their fallen. That was when we thought you were lifeless stone. They were trying to free you?" Tymara asked.
"Yes, it took an entire year to gather the magic to attempt the spell. They have managed to get me as far as you had seen me. I was originally up to my waist with both hands caught. Each year, they have inched me up a bit at a time. Recently, the ground has begun squeezing me, nearly crushing my legs and hand. I was afraid of becoming impaired by the time they managed to get me out of here. Once again, thank you, young ones."
I felt the warm breeze that carried Faerie knowledge to me. Without thought, a tumble of words fell out in the Faerie language. When I finished, everyone was staring at me. The marble man, however, was not staring, but smiling.
"On behalf of my people, I accept the friendship of the Faerie Queen, her heir, and their court. It will be my pleasure to take it back to my people. As for the demons you spoke of, I am familiar with them. The large non-solid ones we call harzans. Our people generally avoid their domain as the fire of their realm is one of the few natural things that can destroy us. The solid ones are harzicons. Their shape-changing ability is flawed when they try our shapes. They can only become the rough stones: sandstone, flint, and granite, usually. Any other stone reveals their lack of familiarity with our people. I will tell my people of their involvement in the conflict going on here. Anything else?"
I placed my hand on one of his cool fingers, "No, you have been delayed long enough. Go in peace."
He stood up, making more "crunch""grind" noises, and walked towards the north. We all headed back to the Binding Tree. Everyone was unusually quiet, even my sisters. When we returned, I received the same silent stares from the other elves. The human soldiers were clueless. We assembled near the Binding Tree and informed the humans of what had happened. They stared at me as well. Lurox broke the silence.
"Your Faerie speech is very old. Who is teaching you?"
"My ancestor, the Faerie Queen."
Other than my sisters, Kendar, Tymara, and her troop, everyone burst into an assault of questions. A few of the remaining humans accused me of consorting with devils. Elves wanted to learn it. I backed away and the unicorns came charging in and surrounded me, keeping even my sisters at bay with their horns. A human soldier drew his sword and took two steps forward. In vain, the unicorns tried with their limited ability to ward him off mentally, but it went unheard by him. The elves tried verbally, but he claimed that he did not have to listen to "inferior beings" and took a third step. A unicorn raised up on his hind legs, leaned forward, and impaled the soldier through his armor, chest, back, and armor. Shock widened his eyes as blood began flowing from his mouth. The unicorn shook his head and sent the man flying. Taking his place back in the circle, he rubbed his bloody horn on the grass to clean it a bit. Kendar called for everyone to stand down. He apologized for his soldier and for making me feel threatened. I told him I accepted, but I needed to be alone for a moment. Lurox said we were not heading out until morning anyway, so I could take my time. I and my unicorn protectors went to the edge of the clearing. I sat and cried. They laid down near me. The one with the bloody horn tried, in his way, to explain, but I told him there was no need.
"You did what you though was right. I find no fault in that. What upsets me is I fought beside him and he still claimed elves were inferior and Faeries are devils. Did he think we were inferior to him?"
The unicorns huddled closer as I continued to sob. After a while, I felt Callie gently seek me out and ask if I was alright. I bid all of my sisters to join me. We huddled with the unicorns and voiced our fears, doubts, wishes, and concerns. We were oblivious to the passage of time until Tymara asked if we were hungry. Realizing we were, we rejoined the others. Tymara apologized for all the elves because they had overheard us speaking.
"With the powers you wield, it is easy to forget that none of you have seen two decades of life. We see you do ancient wonders, speak forgotten languages, undo centuries of mystery, yet you are still just girls, virgins by the way the unicorns act. We will try to keep that in mind."
The unicorns stayed on alert, but allowed the others to get close to me. Tymara and her troop left a few hours before sunset. Unfortunately, the rest of the humans, besides Kendar, said they could not handle this anymore and were dismissed to return to Raval. We got better acquainted with Lurox and his troop. Lurox began explaining the differences between his tribe and Tymara's.
"Relatively speaking, we are newcomers to these woods. The war with the underground elves was draining her tribe's resources. Our prince and his wife, both highly skilled warriors, led an army fifty-thousand strong from our homeland far to the west to aid our fellow elves. The magic used to get us here was strong, divinely granted by Starlight, a celestial being of great power. She anchored it to our prince and his lady. Only they could reopen it from this side once our task was done. We fought. Many died. Before the last of our enemies fell, our prince and lady vanished. No one could find them. About half of those healthy enough to travel began the long journey, on foot, back home. The other half and the wounded stayed here. Three hundred years have passed since then. Our fellows sent word that our king had perished. A chancellor holds the throne for our vanished prince to claim. We are considered exiles until we can find our missing heirs and return to our homeland."
"How are you going to get back?" several of us asked.
"The Pedestal of the Lands, housed in the Temple of Starlight, is our means of travel. The large gold bowl, crafted and gifted by the Faerie, holds the power source, water from the deepest of springs known, carried by mermaids in the shell of Ocean. The temple is a giant geode, selected and carved by dwarfs. Leprechauns polished the points to direct sunlight into the bowl. Unicorns used their horns to etch mystical runes inside the bowl. Dragons heated and cooled the pedestal to fuse it with the floor of the cave. Many others had a hand in its creation. There is no door. Dryads grew enchanted vines to cover the entrance. Brownies, in their meticulous way, etched the instructions for its use upon the rim of the pedestal. We know its general location, yet, without our royalty, it is useless to us."
We were all silent, taking in his words. We wondered how the pair could have vanished. Lurox told us they were chasing the enemy leader into the woods. Several minutes later, the royal pair's horses returned riderless. Retracing the horses' paths revealed no footprints, just horse and deer tracks. Not a shred of clothing, piece of jewelry, or item was found. We settled down for the night with the puzzle wandering through our minds.
I was in the room again. Vanity standing beside me as usual.
"What do we seek tonight?" she asked in a playful manner.

"The Temple of Starlight. I feel it is important. I cannot explain why, but I think we need to see it."

"Very well, let us be on our way."

Opening the "outside" door, we entered a dark cave.

"Something is wrong, Vanity. Lurox said this place was bright."

We looked and saw the hole that let the light in was covered in vines, roots, and dirt. Asking them to move, light flooded inside. The crystals reflected light to a central point. The pedestal was there, but it was empty. No gold bowl, no sparkling water, just a bare stone stump. Looking around revealed skeletons. Their armor told us everything. Vanity and I looked at each other.

"They are not going to like this."

Days 139-146 (117th-124th)

Day 139 (117th):
Kendar woke us up before the bells, reminding us of the physician arriving to inspect "Mara". We got dressed and met Mary not far from the front doors. At the bells, the doors were opened. The Baaloc and an elderly man were just walking up the main steps. The Baaloc seemed agitated that the other was going so slowly. Without stopping, he demanded a place for this process to take place. Kendar and Mary escorted him while we seven went to the side of the physician. He was panting and wheezing a bit. At the door, we had him pause to catch his breath. Alice told us mentally that the Baaloc had nearly drug this poor fellow out of bed and insulted him the entire distance from his house to the palace. The man was a good and honest person, that I could see. He was only doing this out of fear and for what little pay he was getting. The Baaloc returned and yelled at him to hurry up. We helped him to the room that had been chosen. Inside, the physician, again apparently, told the Baaloc his exam would not conclusively prove her virginity. He could only tell if she has had sex recently, within the past few days. The Baaloc waved as to dismiss the words and ordered the examination to proceed. Mary and the physician went into a smaller room. The Baaloc stood in his arrogant pose. He glared at Kendar. He tried to flirt with us! Still convinced we were "Mara's" handmaidens, he told us how we would benefit from her marriage to Cornwall. After a few minutes, Mary and the physician walked out. He informed the Baaloc that "Mara" had no signs of sexual activity, at least in the past few days or since her last moon time as some blood was still present inside her. The Baaloc produced a scroll and writing tool and ordered that the physician write, testifying to that fact. Tersely, he did just that and handed it back. Satisfied, the Baaloc rolled it up and bid us all farewell. He reminded "Mara" that her exam would be repeated outside of Baaloc Prime. With a flip of his cloak, he left. We invited the physician to join us for breakfast, but he declined. Sarah asked if his stomach ailment was the reason he declined. He was taken aback for a moment, them smiled.
"I wondered why seven lovely ladies offered to aid an old man. My life is truly filled now. I have spoken with the Seven Sisters of the Swords. Yes, dear child, my stomach is why I refused. My food must be specially prepared with an herb I doubt the Royal kitchens can boast. It also takes many hours of soaking to get it palatable. Thank you for the offer, nonetheless."
"Can I heal it for you? It wouldn't be any trouble," Sarah offered, boldly for her.
Again, he smiled, "No, my dear, it is a small thing and would not enhance nor lengthen my life. I thank you, but I shall take my leave now."
We all walked with him to the front doors. It was painful to watch him walk away. We all wanted to rush after him and heal all his physical, mental, and emotional wounds. Kendar closed the doors to block our view of him which snapped us out of our obsessive gaze. Silently, we followed him and Mary back to our room. Servants were informed we would be having breakfast there. We still could not believe that the Baaloc had seen us all twice now, me three times, and still thought we were only handmaidens. By the time food arrived, we had shaken off our mood and were chatting freely. Mary ate a bit, then left to "join the party" of the very public procession that would be leaving shortly. Kendar left shortly after her to gather our party for our journey. We continued to eat plus gather our personal items for the trip. By the time the dishes were gathered, we were ready and Kendar had returned. We followed him to the stables, got our horses saddled, and were ready when we heard the muffled cheers of the city watching the parade. While it would have been nice to see it, we needed to be on our way. The Royal Family, Mara, Marrissa, Mamar, and Mattis saw us off as we left with Tymara and her troop through a concealed exit tunnel that kept us away from the main gates and road and pointed us toward the forest. Once outside the walls, we proceeded at a fast trot. Even though the elves had no horses, they kept pace with us easily. We entered the forest near the palace just after mid-day. Only the trees kept us from seeing the towers receding behind us. We had to slow because of the unevenness of the trail, the winding course it took, and the need to be on alert for the inhabitants of the forest. Anna and the elves provided entertainment by telling us the history of parts of the forest. I could sense many eyes watching us. Most left once curiosity was satisfied. Others, mainly elves, watched to insure we were doing what we said we would. Tymara and the troop relayed what they had learned about the Baalocs to those watching. I could feel their anger and see pockets of red shining in the trees. A few hours later, we received a message that any Baaloc entering Brimgrove would be turned away at best, killed at worst. Other minds, not elf, dragon, or anything I had felt before told us the "demon-clad" or "demon-skins" would never enter the shadow of Brimgrove without facing some sort of resistance. A cool wave swept through the forest. The look on the elves' faces told me that this was something amazing and special. We didn't really stop until dark. We paused a few times for water and to rest the horses. We kept our fire small so as to not frighten the night creatures too much. The human soldiers took a while to get comfortable enough to sleep. The elves form of rest wasn't really sleep as humans know it. Of course, the swords don't sleep at all. I fell asleep rather quickly.

Day 140(118th):
When we awoke, our camp was fuller than it had been the previous night. We had been joined by a couple of dryads who's trees we had slept under, a small squad of centaurs, and a herd of unicorns. While the dryads and centaurs were sociable, the unicorns were so clinging and needy as to be uncomfortable. They hung around us and followed us every step. The presence of the soldiers eventually caused them to leave. I could still feel them hanging around just at the edge of my perception. The centaurs and dryads bid us good travels as we continued easterly through the forest. It was a good thing the elves were in the lead and the men were guiding the horses. I found myself drifting mentally. It was like walking through a crowded city. Snatches of conversations, songs, tales, and other things flitted through my mind. I found myself getting caught up in these things, whole sections of time flew by as I was absorbed in them. Before I knew it, food was being pushed into my hands and Callie was nearly screaming at me. I apologized and let them all in on the reason for my distraction. They were amazed at everything I was hearing. Anna had gotten through the histories we had passed through. Alice, as well as the rest, had to actually see it to receive anything. Tymara confirmed I was reaching several miles to villages we were skirting. Kendar suggested pulling my senses back to avoid this overload of emotions and perceptions I was getting. I agreed and limited my sensing to ourselves and a bit around us. The unicorns were still there.

Days 141-146 (119th-124th):
For nearly a week, we traveled under the cool canopy of the forest. The human soldiers became more at ease in this place but were still alert for dangers. A few had turned back to Raval as they could no longer be in "this accursed forest". Many mornings, I awoke being cuddled by a least one unicorn. As the Faerie Queen had said, other wild animals followed us and visited us. Kendar befriended a young stray pup. He took off the pendant and the pup still came to him.Wounds upon the puppy testified to a hard life. Kendar kept him in the saddle. Feeling him out, we found the pup referred to himself as "Runt", but Kendar renamed him. Asking the elves, he came up with Larz, a figure out of their history known for surviving many hardships. Other animals that followed us were a small family of deer. Our soldiers and the one wizard who stayed did not harm any of them. The male of this group was a magnificent buck. So regal did he appear, we called him King. A full-grown doe was always near him and earned the title of Queen. One morning, Lisa awoke to find a large snake curled up next to her. Afraid at first, she eased away from it. We looked at it and found it to not be poisonous. It climbed Lisa and settled upon her shoulders like a large rope. Tymara said some elves gain animal friends this way. He identified himself as Bough, as in part of a tree. Lisa called him Bo.

Days 137&138 (115th&116th)

Day 137 (115th):
I was awake after the first rap on the door. My sisters struggled awake as I opened the door. Kendar was smiling as he stood there. As he entered, a young girl entered behind him.
"Sisters, this is Mary. She is the soldier we have chosen to be Mara's double. What do you girls think?"
We looked her over. Physically, she was the same height, build, hair and eye color. She had more of a tan than Mara, who spent most of her days indoors. We agreed that she was outwardly similar, but attitude could make or break this deal. Mary straightened up and adopted a haughty attitude. We all looked at her in a disapproving manner. She immediately changed. We explained Mara's personality and behavior. Mary became more like Mara as we explained. By the time we reached the front doors, she was very close to Mara both mentally and physically. We reached the doors before the bells. We fine tuned her guise as the bells sounded. Before they died, we opened them to find the Baaloc standing there in his arrogant pose. He sneered at us.
"Good, you can keep your word. Now, show me Princess Mara."
Mary shyly came to the front of our group. She barely glanced at his face and mainly stared at her own feet. The Baaloc circled her several times. He flipped her hair, examined her hands, even opened her mouth like a horse trader. He stopped and looked her over.
Boldly, he asked, "Are you a maiden?"
In a whisper, Mary responded, "I am unmarried, sir. I have no father or mother to arrange any union. Simply surviving has left little time for romance or courting. In all truth, sir, I am a maiden in all ways."
"Excellent, I will not bring used property to my lord. In two days, before you leave for Baaloc Prime, a physician will inspect you for proof of your virginity. I suggest you keep you purity intact or I will remove your head, then my lord can be a true king as no royal family will be alive to deny him the crown. Selvis blood ends with you. Also, you will again be checked outside the gates of Baaloc Prime, so keep you legs together and don't let the Sisters turn you into a whore like them. All of Baaloc knows they have screwed every man, woman, and beast in their camp and this palace. Keep you distance from them, Princess Mara, they are pure evil."
"Sir," I stepped forward, "how dare you talk like that in front of her, and us, for that matter?"
He patted me on the head, "Young ears are easily offended. I am only warning your lady mistress, and you young ladies. Avoid those...women at all cost. The king is their pawn, but he may be saved since he has allowed this marriage. If you see them, run the other way. Do not let their evil or their demon-forged swords anywhere near you."
"That is enough!" Kendar exploded, "You have done your inspection, asked your questions, and confirmed her identity. Leave now before I am forced to bodily remove you."
The Baaloc shook his head and "tsked", "See what corruption they have wrought. This honorable warrior has become a puppet. I will leave. My physician will be here in two days time, in the morning, so keep yourself pure, Princess, and good day."
He bowed and swaggered away. We closed the doors and started laughing. We could not believe it. He had looked at us, at me twice, and did not know who we were. Even Kendar was laughing so hard he had tears running down his face. As we were trying to compose ourselves, Mara, Marrissa, the Royal Couple, Mamar, and Tymara arrived at the front entrance. Confusion was plain on all of their faces. We relayed the meeting to Tymara and Mamar mentally. They began laughing. Mamar told the rest what had happened. Everyone, even Droland, burst into hysterical laughter. When we regained control, Mary and Mara were introduced. Seeing them together, their similarities and differences became obvious. Servants arrived to inform us breakfast was ready for all of us in the formal dining room. Mary joined us to learn more about Mara and her life at Thantos castle and what little she remembered of life in Selvis as a princess. The two of them and Marrissa spent most of the meal talking low among themselves. Kendar, Vangar, Droland, and Tymara were discussing travel routes and personnel placement and other things I could not follow. Fortunately, Darla, Gavin, Margret, Mamar, Mattis, and the rest of the troop talked with us about magic lessons, cleric versus arcane magic, the sight we could expect through the forest, plus other things. Servants came and left with reports and updates on the preparations. When we had finished, we all sort of split up. Callie was asked to inspect the carriage and other items. Alice was called upon to make sure none of the guards were Baaloc spies. Gretta went with Callie to validate the weapons and items. Lisa, Sarah, Anna, and myself went with the troop out to the garden to visit with Leo. When they returned, they told us about the massive changes to the carriage that had been expertly camouflaged and hidden. Only two guards were rejected as they had been paid to lead the carriage into an ambush by a thieves' guild. We took the troop to the rebuilt wall and recounted how it had fallen. The idea of dead being pulled from their graves to fight for someone they didn't even know in life was an unforgivable act of evil incarnate to them. They didn't even know anyone in their tribe who could raise those who had been dead that long. Tymara arrived and was very vocal on the subject of necromancy. As she spoke, she told the story of an encounter with a necromancer and his undead squadron that had invaded their area of Brimgrove. As the tale unfolded, her glow flared red from the memory anger she was feeling. She almost punched a tree until she remembered herself. By the time we returned to the gazebo, lunch was being served. Everyone settled up to the round table and more discussion took place on the method of travel through the forest and whether to have the wedding party travel extra slow to allow for unexpected encounters. It was decided that it would go slow enough taking the main roads and going around other travelers without slowing down on purpose. Tymara and her troop produced an elaborate map of Brimgrove, completely in elvish, and showed us the exact route we would take. It was fascinating to see the towns marked in an area that, on human maps, was just a big blob of trees. Droland and Vangar told us all that, after the Baalocs were gone and Selvis restored, they would propose to declare Brimgrove an independent territory where logging and hunting would be by license only under the elves jurisdiction. The troop was please to hear that. Mara said she would try to get that done from the Selvis side of the border. A valet told Mary she was needed for her final fitting and drills. She said good-bye and followed the valet into the palace. One by one, our group went to separate duties and tasks. We seven, Mara, and Marrissa were all that was left when the dishes were removed. We ended up just wandering the halls. Everything was planned or being planned. Our skills and knowledge was not needed. I almost longed for our cottage in Thantos. At least there, we had a garden to tend, clothes to wash and mend, and people sort of needed us. Mara brushed against me and broke me out of my musings.
"I have heard about the room you go to in your visions. It is a room in Thantos castle or Raval palace or somewhere else entirely?"
"I am not sure. Tharinzar recognized it and was afraid. Maalicus didn't act as if he had ever been there before or knew it. Vanity, what is that room we go to?"
"It is a part of Andros' home. I am not sure the original purpose of it. Breanne and her sisters met kings and peasants there, so I suppose it is the foyer of Andros' old castle."
Telling this to Mara and Marrissa, they seemed to understand. We began to discuss other things about the swords, how it felt to switch with them, the oddness of feeling our bodies move without our control, and other things. Anna stopped us.
"We need to go back. This is the private area of the Royal Family. We should not be here."
"No, you shouldn't," a male voice echoed. Vangar stepped around a corner, "Lost?"
"No, we just weren't watching where we were going. Sorry to have trespassed," Alice explained.
Vangar said nothing. He circled the nine of us like a predator. He stopped in front of me.
"Am I evil in your sight?" he asked bluntly.
"No, Your Highness. Your glow is clean and bright. The blue swirls among the orange and the white is thin and flowing," I stated simply.
"That means what, exactly?"
"Good people glow. Honestly brightens it. Blue is wizard magic. Orange is authority. White is pride, but since it flows, it is not arrogance," I explained.
He actually smiled, "You are straight as an arrow, Kayla. Others would have flattered me about power and virility and other nonsense. It is much different than your first readings of me. The bells are about to sound. Dinner will be ready by the time we reach the dining room."
Vangar walked with us back the way we had traveled. The bells sounded before we had gone far. We were nervous. Vangar wasn't angry, I could see that. He was acting as if he was angry. Mara and Marrissa were frightened and worried. My sisters and I tried to let them know he truly was not angry with us, but their years of servitude and abuse did not allow them to believe us. When we got to a familiar area of the palace, Vangar stopped and we with him. He looked at us crossly, then burst laughing. Mara and Marrissa huddled together.
"Fear not, you are not in any trouble. In times past, I would have punished you because I was told many times of my superiority and how servants were lowly and stupid. I know, because of all of you, this is not the case. Mara is a princess of a very old bloodline. Marrissa is a lady of the same. The rest of you are nearly equal to me in station. If you chose, I know the power is in you to take over this palace and kingdom. The swords chose well as the sense of duty and honor I have seen you, all of you, display is astounding. Do not be afraid of me. I am only human, even if my mother is a Faerie. My powers are nothing compared to my sister or even my brother. I can only hope to be a good king and, thank to you seven, I can be one," Vangar actually bowed to us.
"Well said, my son," Droland spooked us as he spoke from a doorway, "It pleases me to hear you speak like that. I have no fears about Raval in your hands now."
Father and son clasped hands. Upon parting, we all made our way to the dining room. The troop was already there as were the rest of the Royal Family and our usual assembly. Leo said he would be elsewhere and was not in the room. Conversation was light as nearly all of the preparations were complete. Messengers were sent ahead to inform those on the wedding route of the coming procession. Only key individuals were told of its true nature. Everyone else was told that it was what we wanted it to appear. Letters of advice had begun arriving, trying to deter this event. After dinner, we returned to our room. The anticipation made it hard to relax, but I slept nonetheless.

Day 138 (116th):
On this day, there was little to do but wait. All the preparations were finished. All the gear and supplies were assembled and ready. I could feel the tension, apprehension, and worry everywhere I went. We did get to pick our own horses and tack. A few of us went with the military style. A couple chose side-saddles. We were able to find saddles for Sarah's and Anna's small frames. Gretta found a large saddle that I thought looked awkward, but she liked it. We met the soldiers and people traveling with us. Most of them had faced the Baalocs with us, so we were acquainted if not on speaking terms. Some of the support we didn't know, but they were friendly enough. When we went inside for lunch, a pale servant said a package had "appeared from nowhere" on the table in our room. We went there and saw a basket of woven gold sitting in the middle of the table. Inside were many identical stone pendants on simple strings. I could feel Faerie power radiating from all of these. A piece of paper was folded and tucked in the basket. It read:
Dear grand-daughter,
Have each member of your party, including the elves, take and wear one of these. They will let any fey know you are a friend and not a threat. Tread carefully though, as wild animals may become attracted to you and become a nuisance. Furthermore, if anyone uses this power to lure a creature, animal, or beast in order to slay it, the stone will shatter and be useless. Send me word of your success when this task incomplete.
Love and good wishes,
The Faerie Queen
P.S. Don't worry about running out of stones. The basket is magic.

We told Kendar about this at lunch. Afterwards, we found everyone traveling with us again and gave them their stones. Some were reluctant to wear it even after we explained their purpose. They said they would have them on tomorrow when we headed for the forest. Tymara and the elves took them in silence. They bowed deeply when they received them and put them on as if they were priceless jewels. We went back inside with an empty basket. Mattis found us and asked, even though he was not going, if he might have one, to study Faerie magic. His face fell when he saw the empty basket. Before all of our eyes, one more materialized inside, somewhat larger than the others. A small tag on it read: For experiments only, not for practical use. Mattis quickly took it and the basket, as we didn't need it anymore, thanked us, the Faerie Queen, and any other power involved. He nearly ran back to the area he had been given for wizardly activities like a child with a new toy. The rest of the day and night were uneventful.

Days 135 & 136 (113th & 114th)

Day 135 (113th):
I was already awake when the bells rung. Leo was still out of reach as was Falcon. After breakfast, Mara and Marrissa knocked furiously on our door. The valet had returned this morning. Some they had returned were furious and had sent back very nasty letters and a few had come to the palace to confront them directly. Fortunately, guards had stopped them at the doors. We got ready and headed down with them. Some were still there, demanding entrance. They began shouting at all of us. We kept Mara and Marrissa behind us. Alice addressed the men.
"Sirs, why do you protest so? Is it not allowed for the maiden to return you proposals if she wishes?"
"It is allowed, but they should not be so picky," one man responded, "They don't even have a kingdom yet and they already reject us like privileged women. We demand our time with them."
"Sir," I stepped forward, "you have no interest in either of them. I can see you intentions. You only proposed to make others believe you have ambition. Look elsewhere, sir, for there is no one here for you."
He started to protest again, but changed his mind and left. One by one, they were shown that their offers were insincere and hollow. The last one left an hour after we had started talking with them. Mara and Marrissa were both grateful for our help. They asked if we could be with them as they spoke with the men who's proposals they had kept. We agreed. Marrissa went to get the papers while we all headed to the garden. When Marrissa arrived, she had already given them to the valet to find the men so we could all meet them. We did not have a long wait. The first to arrive was Marrissa's officer. We, except Mara, recognized him. The conversation was easy. He was a cousin, somewhat distant, of Droland's, making him minor nobility but also a land-owning lord. He had to cut his visit short as he was needed back on patrol. By lunch, we had talked with him, a couple of wealthy merchants, and the man who wanted to restore Selvis. All of them were very honest and open about their intentions and expectations. During lunch, the valet brought a letter that he didn't like holding. He apologized for having to give it to us. I could feel a lot of hate rising off the paper. My sisters could feel it, too. Gingerly, we opened the letter. A stench waifed up as it fell open.
Sarah shrieked, "Its written in blood!"
It was a threat. It said that Mara must marry Cornwall of Barnalas or be responsible for untold death and destruction. We called for Mamar and Mattis immediately. They arrived swiftly and examined the document. To our relief, the blood was animal, most likely cattle or sheep, according to Mattis. Producing a map, they found that Barnalas was a village deep in Baaloc territory. Mattis got his viewing ball to see if we could get an image of Cornwall. Using the scroll, we confirmed he was a Baaloc general, one of those who had stood by Maalicus until the last. Expanding the viewing, we found that he was now Tharinzar's chosen one, set up to "lead" the Baalocs. We asked for Droland and Kendar to join us and advise us on the problem. Both of them thought seriously on the matter. Droland considered replying in kind, but Kendar, ever the tactician, suggested playing along.
"It might be the opening we need to get into Baaloc Prime. If he is expecting a wedding party, we may not have to travel through the forest at all. Or, we can send one group as the wedding party and, if Leo succeeds, another can slip through the forest and surprise them."
After a bit of discussion, we agreed with Kendar and the two party plan. We sent for a cleric, an innocent party, to write the reply so, if Cornwall sought the intent of the writer, it would be an honest writing. We carefully worded it so it would seem she was agreeing to the marriage without actually saying, "Yes, I will marry you." When it was finished, the valet who had received the bloody letter was given our letter to return. He was not thrilled, but did it anyway.
Leo had not returned by the night bells, dinner time, or sunset. We all hoped everything was alright.

Day 136 (114th):
A rumble from the balcony woke us. Leo was partially on the balcony but was flapping his wings to keep his weight off of it. The rumble was the balcony straining. He looked tired.
"Meet me in the garden. I have a lot to tell you," he said wearily.
He took off and we got dressed. The bells rang before we arrived. In the morning light, we could see wounds on him. Sarah and Lisa examined every one. Satisfied that they were slight and not infected, we all settled in to hear what he had to say.
"Droland was right about the forest inhabitants. Quite a few are barely above animal intelligence. Also, many of the intelligent ones simply hate humans, period. Fortunately, two tribes of elves, both of whom have treaties with Raval, are going to escort us through the forest to Baaloc Prime. We are still doing that, right?"
"Yes, but with a twist. Tharinzar's new puppet threatened Mara yesterday, to either marry him or be responsible for the loss of many lives. Kendar came up with a plan to use it as a ploy to get inside Baaloc Prime. Two groups, one as a wedding party on the main road and the other going through the forest as a sneak attack. With the Baaloc's anticipating the wedding party, their guard will either be down or focused elsewhere."
"Good, my talents weren't wasted," Leo said dryly, "If you don't mind, I am very tired."
"Of course, we have to find Kendar anyway to tell him of your success. Sleep well, Leo," Lisa told him.
We all bid him a good rest and went inside. Having no idea where Kendar slept in this massive castle, we asked one of the servants to take us to his room. She told us he would not be there as he is up very early every morning. She did tell us she would take us to where he, most likely, would be at this time of day. Thanking her, we asked her to lead the way. We went to the oldest part of the palace. The aging of the stones and soot marks from torches confirmed Anna's account of this being part of the original palace of Raval. She said dynasties rose and fell by plots hatched in this place. We began to hear thuds and grunts, muffled but distinct. We approached the door from where the noises were coming. Opening it, we saw Kendar dueling with a scarecrow-like thing with many weapons instead of arms and legs. We watched for a moment before he realized anyone else was there. The servant left us as Kendar was wiping the sweat off his face.
"Morning, ladies. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"
We told him what Leo had said, which greatly pleased him. He told us that the plan would be put into effect in a few days. The royal carriage was being retooled with hidden compartments for weapons, potions, and a few magical items. Also, it was getting fancied up to make a grander impression and to look totally ornamental. Guards were being carefully chosen for the mission as they had to be able to look like spoiled honor guards who's only assignment was to escort Princess Mara here and there, but be, in reality, highly skilled soldiers alert for the smallest hint of trouble. He also said a double had been found for Mara, as she would not be in the carriage. This double was also a highly trained soldier with many skills. He told us not to worry about our gear as he had that taken care of as well. The same servant who escorted us arrived with food for all eight of us.
"Are you here every morning?" Lisa asked Kendar.
"Nearly, yes. Lehand told me about this before he left for his new assignment. It helps me to work out my thoughts and feelings. Since Kayla opened my mind to you girls and the dragons, I cannot hide inside myself anymore. I am not sorry for that nor do I wish it undone. I have had to adjust to a new way of coping. This practice is it."
We understood. I use to hide when I felt afraid or nervous or uncomfortable. Since I can't hide from Vanity at all and only partially from my sisters, I have had to face my fears and doubts and just deal with them. Fortunately, Vanity's experiences have guided me and her gift leaves no doubt as to the intention of others, both of which eliminates a lot of fears and doubts.
"Kayla, pardon me, but can you tell Kendar we have guests at the door of the palace. Droland and Darla are needed as well."
"Of course, Leo. We'll be there in a few moments."
Relaying Leo's message, we got up and left. A valet met us halfway to tell us the same thing. We assured him that it was alright. Kendar asked if word had been sent to the King and Queen. He said it had. Kendar dismissed him and we continued to the doors. Droland and Darla were nearly there when we arrived.
"Our valet seemed shaken. Do you know why?" Droland asked, slightly worried.
"Leo didn't seem shaken when he told me about them, Your Majesty," I said.
Droland squinted then ordered the doors opened. On the other side were a dozen elf warriors, dressed like a living forest. I felt and instant kinship with them. My sisters also felt it. The Royal Pair was taken aback. The diplomats usually dressed like humans. They were not prepared. The female at the front stepped forward and saluted.
"Human King Droland and Faerie-wife Queen Darla, we are the troop from the west of the forest. As agreed, we shall guide your people through our half of the forest. At the Binding Tree, we will leave you in the care of the tribe from the east of the forest. There, our part will be done."
"Welcome, warriors, we receive you openly and thank you for your aid. Through it, the Baaloc presence will be eliminated and the Kingdom of Selvis restored," Droland replied formally.
Murmurs rippled through the troop. I could see their confusion.
"'Baaloc' and 'Selvis' mean nothing to them. Those are human terms of no concept," Alice informed us.
"Warriors," Lisa stepped forward, pulling out the crest of her elf ancestor, "We are trying to get rid of the demon-armored army and return the kingdom of peace from before them."
Understanding erupted from them. Those were concepts they knew.
"We have also had fights with the demon-clad. They take trees with no offerings. They steal animals without returning anything. All tribes have lost someone to them either through death or abduction. Our seers said the human royals died at their hands. Who will remake the peaceful kingdom?" the leader inquired.
"The youngest princess survived. She is here and safe. Also, a cousin of her's is also alive and safe," Lisa informed them.
Cheerful words passed through the troop. As if we had called them, Mara and Marrissa appeared behind us. We reassured them and introduced them to the elf warriors. Many recognized Mara by her resemblance to her mother. A few could place Marrissa. Realizing we were all standing in the door still, Droland invited them inside. Orders were given to have rooms prepared for the troop. We all went out to the garden where Leo was finishing breakfast, clean bones the only thing left of whatever it had been. The troop greeted him in a friendly tone and he replied in kind. They seated themselves on the ground. The seven of us, Mara, Marrissa, and Kendar joined them on the carpet of grass. Darla had a blanket brought out and the Royal Pair sat upon it. The elves were pleased that we agreed to sit as they did instead of forcing them into uncomfortable chairs inside.
"Who are we escorting on this quest?" the leader asked.
Kendar responded, "Myself, a few soldiers, and the Seven Sisters, plus a wizard and cleric."
More murmurs. The leader asked, "You mean all seven of the enchanted swords are assembled and partnered in one place?"
Kendar nodded then looked at us. Without standing, we drew the swords and laid them on the grass before us. Gasps and comments swirled through the troop.
"The writings say you are not fully human. Is it true?"
"Yes," I began, " I am Faerie-blooded. Callie is descended of dwarfs. Anna is of the brownies. Alice and Lisa are of the save elf line. Sarah is mermaid-blooded. Gretta if of the leprechauns."
Excited words ran over each other as they discussed this news. One of them noticed my jewelry as I rested my hand on Vanity. Their expression asked the silent question.
"Yes, I am a dragon rider. The demon-clad stole the clutch my dragon may be in. We have recovered the queen of that clutch, but need to get the rest."
Angry words this time. I didn't need to know the language to understand their fury at that event. Harming unhatched dragons was obviously high on their list of what not to do. They huddled together and discussed something for a while. Droland was uncomfortable at this lack of control on his part. Darla seemed at ease. Kendar just watched in stoic silence. We kept silent, both verbally and mentally, out of respect for our guests. Coming to some sort of agreement, the leader faced us again.
"When we reach the forest, this news will be given to all the races. The demon-clad, these Baalocs, will not enter even the shadow of Brimgrove. Had we known of this evil before, they would have had none of our trees or animals. Yet, we do remember some of them giving offerings. Why the change?"
"Those you remember were slaves to the Baalocs, followers of the Old Ways forced to serve a new god. The demons corrupted that faith into the Baaloc way who, in turn, enslave, destroy, or convert those in its path," Anna told them.
Heads bobbed as understanding took hold. One whispered to the leader who looked at us confused. She discussed something with him and a couple of others.
Eventually, she spoke, "My fellow tell me they have heard you called 'demon whores', 'the seven plagues', plus other rather nasty things. Please clarify."
Leo answered. He rumbled and growled their language. Anger sparked around him as he spoke. The troop also grew in anger. My sisters and I looked at each other.
Breaking our inner silence, Sarah meekly asked, "What is wrong? Are they mad at us? What did Leo say?"
A dozen heads snapped in our direction. Sarah stared at them like a frightened rabbit.
"Uh, sorry, I was just wondering if we had done anything to upset you. I tried to be quiet and not mentally speak in front of you. I did not mean to be rude," she said with her voice shaking and on the verge of tears.
After a silent moment, they all burst into laughter. Our side was completely confused. Leo was smirking but managed to respond.
"They were getting mad at the Baalocs, not you. They had been expecting mental chatter among you, not silence. In their tribe, such is not rude, it is normal. That you felt the need to be silent struck them, and myself, as funny. They have been speaking mentally to each other this whole time. Tymara is the only one who knows human languages. She has conveyed our words to the others."
"Wait, they can speak mind-to-mind as well?" Droland interrupted.
"Yes, Your Majesty," Leo informed him, "many non-humans have that ability."
Droland looked at Kendar and realized they were only two of the true humans among us. He also began to understand that the diplomats he had dealt with kept a lot from him. I could see his resolve to not continue that with other diplomats. A servant arrived and informed us all the troops rooms were ready. Also, the cooks wanted to know about special food requirements for the troop. Tymara produced a piece of paper and informed the servant that it was a list of acceptable human food. We all stood to follow the servant to the rooms. She handed the list off to another to give to the cooks. We walked into another area of the palace we had not been to before. Anna gave us all a commentary on the history of this sections, commissioned by one of the few monarch queens of Raval. The servant opened a door that revealed a hallway. Doors lined the hall. At the end, a sitting room large enough for the whole troop plus a few.
"This whole wing is for you. Each door down the hall is a single room. There is a chime at the door that is heard in each room. It will be rung before the door is opened so you will not be surprised by our arrivals. The door cannot be opened from the outside without the chime being rung. This rope will summon one of us anytime, day or night. It is almost time for the mid-day meal. Shall I call for some to be brought here?" the servant asked.
"No, thank you, " Tymara said, "We have food for now. I am guessing we will be having the evening meal with the King, Queen, and others."
Droland confirmed.
"We will be fine until then. Thank you for your hard work."
The servant bowed and left. We stayed in the sitting room while they fanned out to inspect the rooms. Each room had at least one window, a simple bed, and a chest for belongings. Each of them had a room alone plus a few to spare. We got the impression they felt it was stark, but alright for the short time they would be here. Droland, Darla, and Kendar left to "take care of things". Mara and Marrissa felt uncomfortable and asked the troop if they could leave. Tymara allowed it and they left.
"Well, just us and seven legends. Care to share some elvish rations, Sisters?" Tymara offered.
We accepted and sat with them. They brought out some of the same the dragon riders had at camp. We got pass the nervousness and chatted openly. Those that didn't understand us verbally did mentally. Even the swords were able to speak to them without going through us. The evening bells startled us as we were so engrossed in talking we did not notice the passage of time. We had to explain to them what it was all about. Then, the door chime sounded. We looked down the hall to see a valet walk formally and stiffly towards us.
"Their Royal Majesties cordially invite you to the formal dining room for the evening meal. Their Royal Highness, Crown Prince Vangar, Prince Gavin, and Princess Margret, will also be in attendance as will High Cleric Mamar, Major Kendar, Master Wizard Mattis, Princess Mara, and Lady Marrissa. Shall I inform them of your acceptance?"
Tymara formally confirmed and he left. After the door closed, we all burst out laughing. Getting ourselves together, we left the wing to find an escort outside the door. Silently, they walked ahead of us. It was a moment before we reached an area I recognized. Outside the formal dining room, our escort took positions on each side of the door. They opened the door for us. Inside, everyone, including Leo, was there. We mentally explained how Leo got inside the palace. The Royal children were stunned at the troop's appearance. They, too, were use to dignitaries in human dress. Figuring that they didn't know, we mentally informed Gavin and Margret that the elves could hear all of our mental speech. Gavin shut down while Margret reached out to them. They introduced themselves and chatted politely as we all sat down around the massive table. Even though there was the seven of us, the twelve elves, five members of the Royal family, Mara, Marrissa, Kendar, Mamar, and Mattis, the table still looked only half filled. The cooks were familiar with finicky eaters and had made dishes suitable to the elves. So as not to single them out or mark them in any way, we all had what they had. Vangar picked at it, but ate nearly all of it during his silence at the table. Gavin started out uneasy, then got comfortable with it and them. He opened up enough to join in some of the mental chatter going around. Margret dove in to both food and conversation with uncharacteristic abandon. Droland was distant the whole time. Kendar spoke rarely. Mamar and Mattis were both chatty as was Leo. Darla was quiet as usual but did speak, verbally and mentally, when addressed. Mara and Marrissa said almost nothing and barely ate. It wasn't until desert that the topic of our quest came up. Tymara said the Binding Tree wa the accepted center of Brimgrove. It was the oldest tree still living and a neutral place for all tribes. She said that once the other tribes learned of the Baaloc's evil, Raval may gain an extra ally or two, if only temporary. Vangar began to press for information on these potential allies. He was interrupted by a banging on the large doors we had entered. Before anyone could get to them, they flew open. I could see our escort lying on the floor. A large man in black swaggered into the room. The soul cloak around him was darker than the black fabric cloak he wore. He stared through intense green eyes, silently daring any of us to stop him. Standing for all to see, he stopped and posed, them spoke.
"I am the liason to Cornwall of Barnalas, the Chosen One of Tharinzar and Lord of all Baalocs. I received your acceptance of the marriage between Princess Mara of Selvis and His Holy Excellence. I am here to take the bride to her new home and husband."
"Sir," Kendar began as he stood, "we are not finished with the preparations. Her dress is not finished. The paint on the carriage is still wet. We are still fitting the honor guard for their special uniforms."
"Don't prattle on. Such trappings are frivolous. My Lord wants only his bride. He cares not if she is naked and alone, the girl will go with me. Now!"
The tension was thick in that large room. Mara was nearly under the table with Marrissa right beside her. So many wanted to kill him where he stood. Without thought, I stood and approached him. Vanity was warm on my hip.
"Sir, do you hold your lord in such contempt as to deny him a wedding due his station? Would you make him a mockery before the other lords and rulers to have him wed without proper ceremony? I pity you when he finds out how you overstepped him and told a king to hand over a princess like a butcher hands over a side of beef."
Fear rippled across his features. His eyes betrayed the posture of arogance he held. I could almost see what images his imagination, and Vanity, were conjuring inside his mind.
"Perhaps, to show we are not barbarians, it would be best to allow a procession. How long before these things are finished?" he asked Kendar.
"No more than three days from now, at the latest. Many hands are working on it," he replied with relief.
"These Sisters, they will not be a part of this," he half asked, half ordered.
"They will be no where near the wedding party, that I can guarantee."
"Good, we will not have them corrupt this holy event. If even a hint of their evil is detected, Princess Mara and many others will pay for it dearly. Where is she so I may confirm her identity when she arrives at Baaloc Prime?"
"She is not here," I told him, still standing between him and the rest, "She retired before you arrived. Delicate girl, she is, as many pure-blood princesses are, as you know. Return to the outer doors tomorrow morning and you may inspect her at you leisure."
His mind worked over my words, pushed by Vanity to make him believe they were true. After a short moment, he nodded.
"Tomorrow, at the bells. I shall be at the door to inspect my future lady for my lord's protection. No tricks! I will know if anything is afoot."
With that, he spun on his heel and swaggered out. After I closed the doors, everyone let out a rush of relief. Kendar and Vangar nearly rammed me into the doors when they rushed over to me. They were both amazed at my actions, standing up to a man who might have killed me where I stood. Mara and Marrissa sat back up in their chairs. Tymara and her troop buzzed about this scene. I walked back to the table with the two men. I should have felt something, but I did not. That whole time, I was not afraid, nervous, or even shaken. I knew, really knew, that I could get him to leave without any of us being harmed in any way. I also discovered, from him, that while white is pride, the hardness is arrogance. I had seen others with white that flowed and waved around them. Seeing someone with no true pride yet full of arrogance showed me the difference. The men began discussing the ruse of having Mara's double be inspected so this man could tell Cornwall and Tharinzar that she is the real Mara of Selvis. The troop was abuzz over getting all of this information to their tribe and others. My sisters and I consoled Mara, who had begun to weep about being a trophy to be passed from hand to hand without concern for her feelings. Margret got our attention and suggested we all go somewhere quiet and private. We agreed and asked to be excused. The men barely noticed. Queen Darla trailed along with us as we left and found a parlor that was soft and quiet. Both Margret and Darla explained Mara's position as princess.
"You have grown up as a common woman. As such, you had a freedom of choice and a limitation of station. As a princess, the choice is less, the limits of station are greater. A common woman can go as high as a mayor, count, or baron. A princess can only go as low as a duke. Plus, we are not seen as women, but physical embodiments of our kingdom. When I get married, my husband will not just marry me, but Raval as well."
"My situation was only slightly different. I took Droland not just out of love, but out of duty. If I had rejected him, Raval would be almost uninhabitable. My community was set to abandon this area because the King, Droland's father, was a hard man who refused any dealing with non-humans. Fortunately, I had one chance. I appeared to Droland in a dream. I convinced him that his true love was in the wilds and ached to be with him. He had yet to court anyone, so it made sense he didn't want them because I was out there, waiting on him. When I saw him in person, I did not have to pretend to love him. We spent two seasons together before he brought me to his father. By his father accepting me as a mystical maiden destined for the crown prince, he and Droland insured my community's continued influence in this kingdom. While not every queen is Faerie, you will find most kingdoms have made deals to keep plants growing, animals healthy and people thriving."
"My mother's tale illustrates how valueable princesses are, not just to their fathers and husbands, but to their kingdoms as well. Two of my suitors will add ten thousand acres to Raval, one will open a waterway for our use. Three will increase the wealth of the kingdom in other ways. Do I feel like a tool? Sometimes, I do. Other times, I feel like I am the true power of Raval. I am the one who controls its future. You are in a unique position, Mara. As it stands, you are Selvis. Marrissa is too, but to a lesser extent. Right now, all that remains of Selvis is in your veins. The Baalocs cannot truly rule that land as long as you live. As a cousin, Marrissa, you are still part of Selvis, but Mara is Selvis in the flesh. Do you understand?"
"I...I am beginning to see. Cornwall is not demanding me, he is demanding Selvis. As it stands, he can only be a lord. With me, he can claim to be a King. I am the keystone of his plan. As long as I am missing, he cannot go as high as he desires. Maalicus kept Marrissa to claim a duke or count's title, if he were to marry her. Had he lived, Maalicus would probably be pushing for me to marry him."
"You are a bright girl. This is why a double has been found. You are too important to risk going to Baaloc Prime. We will keep you safe here. Kendar and Vangar are excellent tacticians, they have this planned," Darla reassured her.
"There is something else. You were born there, as was most of your relatives, right?" Anna asked.
"I was, I am sure of that. My father and his father were also born in the palace. I think my mother was born in Selvis, but her parents were not. I don't see how that helps."
"If I understand it right, Leo and the other dragons, as well as other races, can use blood ties to the land to renew and revive it. As the royal family, your ties are especially strong as you represent the land and people. Both of you, once the Baalocs, Tharinzar, and the demons are gone, will be the focus to remove their taint on the land and the kingdom. So, you are both very important for that as well," Anna explained.
Mara and Marrissa were speechless. Darla smiled in a knowing way. Margret was also silent. Tymara entered, carefully judging the mood as she did.
"The men have left to go to sleep. They asked me to find you and check on everyone. Is everything alright?"
We confirmed that everyone was fine. Bidding the others good-night, we seven went to our room. A note was left that told us we would be awakened before the bells to be ready for the Baaloc with Mara's double. We were drained and fell asleep quickly.