Furyborn (Empirium 1)

Rielle’s shock crashed painfully through her body as if she’d been struck across her shoulders. Ludivine’s iron grip kept her standing.

“I don’t know how to explain it to you,” Ludivine continued. “The last things I remember are a fog. Lady Rielle fighting a group of metalmasters. Rogues from House Sauvillier. My own father’s house.” Ludivine’s voice trailed off, heavy with sadness.

We must convince them, all of them.

“Lu?” Rielle whispered, shaking.

It’s all right. Please, my darling, don’t fear me.

“I remember a weapon striking me in the stomach,” Ludivine went on. “I remember…I remember falling.”

Suddenly Audric was there beside them. He unclasped his long dress cloak and wrapped it around Ludivine’s shoulders. Rielle was glad for the solid warmth of his body, anchoring her to her own breath, her own wildly pounding heart. This was not, then, a dream.

Not a dream. Ludivine’s thoughts came gently. It is the truth, at last. But they cannot know it. None of them.

“You all thought I had died,” said Ludivine, reaching for Audric’s hand. Gingerly, he took it. “I thought I had too. But then I felt a power rise up beneath the earth and breathe life back into me. I felt a familiar touch, and I looked round for Lady Rielle, but she wasn’t there. Her power, however…that was all around me. It lingered from her trial. It gave me back my body—and my life.”

Trust me.

Rielle’s thoughts raced. Trust her? Trust who? What was this creature? This was not Ludivine; this was an impostor.

You’re wrong. It is me, truly. Please. If you ever loved me, you’ll trust me. Just for a little while. Then I’ll explain everything.

Rielle could hardly breathe. Her tears gathered fast. I didn’t bring you back. I don’t understand.

But you will. Soon. I promise.

“We have always known that the Sun Queen, when she came, would protect our kingdom from those who wish harm upon us.” Ludivine’s voice shook with emotion. “But now she is here, and her power is even greater than we have believed. She not only carries the power of the Seven, as the prophecy foretold.”

Ludivine knelt at the hem of Rielle’s glittering train. “She carries the power to bring life to that which has died.”

Trust me. Quickly. In Rielle’s mind, Ludivine stood firm. They must believe me. They must accept this now, or all is ruined.

“Rielle, is this true?” Audric murmured, his face awash with confusion and a trace of fear. “Did you do this?”

Fighting the urge to collapse, Rielle placed her hand on Ludivine’s bowed head. “I’m sorry all of you had to find out like this,” she said, echoing Ludivine’s words. She lifted her eyes to the crowd, summoning a serenity to her face that she did not feel. Her mind raced through its shock to find words, any words, that would make sense. “The trials have deepened my power in ways I could not expect, but I did not want to raise any hopes before I was sure it would work. Before I could be sure that I had indeed brought our Lady Ludivine back to us.”

Good. Ludivine’s relief came as a caress. Very good.

“I only wish…” Rielle’s voice failed her. “I only wish I were powerful enough to save everyone we lost that day.”

Audric’s gentle touch at the small of her back kept her standing, but she could not look at him. She didn’t trust her face to hide what she needed it to.

Ludivine smiled up at her. “You saved me, Lady Rielle, as you did all of us here today. You faced a great evil, right here in our beloved city, and vanquished it. Your power is a marvel, and we owe you our lives.”

Then Ludivine kissed Rielle’s hand, and as Rielle watched through a humming veil of astonishment, the nearest in the crowd sank to their knees. Others followed, and still more, until the entire room, hundreds strong, had knelt before her.

“Long live the Sun Queen!” Ludivine’s jubilant voice rang out, and others immediately took up the call. Midday sunlight streamed through the high windows to paint their tearful faces gold. Lower in the city, the solstice bells of the House of Light began to chime.

Looking out over the crowd, Rielle noticed a small handful of people in the room not repeating Ludivine’s cry.

They knelt, the same as the rest, but watched Rielle with faces of silent stone.

A shiver of worry climbed up her body, but she had more pressing matters to consider first.

She squeezed Ludivine’s hand. She hoped it hurt.

You’re an angel, she thought, suddenly and viciously angry. You lied to me.

And you lied to Audric about his father’s death, Ludivine answered, a note of sadness in her voice. We are well-suited for each other. Now, keep smiling.

50

Eliana

“Whatever tomorrow may bring, the world will remember this as the day Astavar stood its ground against a great evil and fought for its fallen sister kingdoms until there was no more fight to give.”

—Speech from Tavik and Eri Amaruk, kings of Astavar, to their army

August 16, Year 1018 of the Third Age

Eliana jumped off the ship and into the lifeboat, landed hard on her knees, then used Tuora and Tempest to hack through the boat’s load lines.

Once they were free, she grabbed the oars and started rowing. Gunfire struck the water on either side of them. Adatrox crowded the ship’s railing, guns sparking with every shot.

Eliana ducked as a bullet shot past her ear and yanked Simon down by his collar. Cannon fire slammed into the water nearby, rocking the boat and splashing them with a frigid spray.

At Simon’s hissed curse, Eliana spared a glance for his bloodied torso. She had grabbed him a jacket and sword from one of the adatrox she’d slain while securing their boat, but a jacket and sword would do him no good if she couldn’t get him to a healer—and fast.

Once out of the adatroxes’ firing range, Eliana passed the oars to Simon. “Can you row? Just for a minute.”

“I’ll row for as long as you need me to,” he replied.

She hurried to the front of the boat, crouched beside Simon, and scanned the water ahead.

“Maybe five hundred more yards,” she said, “through these icebergs, and then I think I see a path to shore.”

“You see a path of what, exactly?”

“Ice. Some rocks too.”

“Ah. No problem at all, for a newly blinded man to skip across the water on such a path.”

She couldn’t help a smile. “I’ll help you. So will Zahra.” e’s shock crashed painfully through her body as if she’d been struck across her shoulders. Ludivine’s iron grip kept her standing.

“I don’t know how to explain it to you,” Ludivine continued. “The last things I remember are a fog. Lady Rielle fighting a group of metalmasters. Rogues from House Sauvillier. My own father’s house.” Ludivine’s voice trailed off, heavy with sadness.

We must convince them, all of them.

“Lu?” Rielle whispered, shaking.

It’s all right. Please, my darling, don’t fear me.

“I remember a weapon striking me in the stomach,” Ludivine went on. “I remember…I remember falling.”

Suddenly Audric was there beside them. He unclasped his long dress cloak and wrapped it around Ludivine’s shoulders. Rielle was glad for the solid warmth of his body, anchoring her to her own breath, her own wildly pounding heart. This was not, then, a dream.

Not a dream. Ludivine’s thoughts came gently. It is the truth, at last. But they cannot know it. None of them.

“You all thought I had died,” said Ludivine, reaching for Audric’s hand. Gingerly, he took it. “I thought I had too. But then I felt a power rise up beneath the earth and breathe life back into me. I felt a familiar touch, and I looked round for Lady Rielle, but she wasn’t there. Her power, however…that was all around me. It lingered from her trial. It gave me back my body—and my life.”

Trust me.

Rielle’s thoughts raced. Trust her? Trust who? What was this creature? This was not Ludivine; this was an impostor.

You’re wrong. It is me, truly. Please. If you ever loved me, you’ll trust me. Just for a little while. Then I’ll explain everything.

Rielle could hardly breathe. Her tears gathered fast. I didn’t bring you back. I don’t understand.

But you will. Soon. I promise.

“We have always known that the Sun Queen, when she came, would protect our kingdom from those who wish harm upon us.” Ludivine’s voice shook with emotion. “But now she is here, and her power is even greater than we have believed. She not only carries the power of the Seven, as the prophecy foretold.”

Ludivine knelt at the hem of Rielle’s glittering train. “She carries the power to bring life to that which has died.”

Trust me. Quickly. In Rielle’s mind, Ludivine stood firm. They must believe me. They must accept this now, or all is ruined.

“Rielle, is this true?” Audric murmured, his face awash with confusion and a trace of fear. “Did you do this?”

Fighting the urge to collapse, Rielle placed her hand on Ludivine’s bowed head. “I’m sorry all of you had to find out like this,” she said, echoing Ludivine’s words. She lifted her eyes to the crowd, summoning a serenity to her face that she did not feel. Her mind raced through its shock to find words, any words, that would make sense. “The trials have deepened my power in ways I could not expect, but I did not want to raise any hopes before I was sure it would work. Before I could be sure that I had indeed brought our Lady Ludivine back to us.”

Good. Ludivine’s relief came as a caress. Very good.

“I only wish…” Rielle’s voice failed her. “I only wish I were powerful enough to save everyone we lost that day.”

Audric’s gentle touch at the small of her back kept her standing, but she could not look at him. She didn’t trust her face to hide what she needed it to.

Ludivine smiled up at her. “You saved me, Lady Rielle, as you did all of us here today. You faced a great evil, right here in our beloved city, and vanquished it. Your power is a marvel, and we owe you our lives.”

Then Ludivine kissed Rielle’s hand, and as Rielle watched through a humming veil of astonishment, the nearest in the crowd sank to their knees. Others followed, and still more, until the entire room, hundreds strong, had knelt before her.

“Long live the Sun Queen!” Ludivine’s jubilant voice rang out, and others immediately took up the call. Midday sunlight streamed through the high windows to paint their tearful faces gold. Lower in the city, the solstice bells of the House of Light began to chime.

Looking out over the crowd, Rielle noticed a small handful of people in the room not repeating Ludivine’s cry.

They knelt, the same as the rest, but watched Rielle with faces of silent stone.

A shiver of worry climbed up her body, but she had more pressing matters to consider first.

She squeezed Ludivine’s hand. She hoped it hurt.

You’re an angel, she thought, suddenly and viciously angry. You lied to me.

And you lied to Audric about his father’s death, Ludivine answered, a note of sadness in her voice. We are well-suited for each other. Now, keep smiling.

50

Eliana

“Whatever tomorrow may bring, the world will remember this as the day Astavar stood its ground against a great evil and fought for its fallen sister kingdoms until there was no more fight to give.”

—Speech from Tavik and Eri Amaruk, kings of Astavar, to their army

August 16, Year 1018 of the Third Age

Eliana jumped off the ship and into the lifeboat, landed hard on her knees, then used Tuora and Tempest to hack through the boat’s load lines.

Once they were free, she grabbed the oars and started rowing. Gunfire struck the water on either side of them. Adatrox crowded the ship’s railing, guns sparking with every shot.

Eliana ducked as a bullet shot past her ear and yanked Simon down by his collar. Cannon fire slammed into the water nearby, rocking the boat and splashing them with a frigid spray.

At Simon’s hissed curse, Eliana spared a glance for his bloodied torso. She had grabbed him a jacket and sword from one of the adatrox she’d slain while securing their boat, but a jacket and sword would do him no good if she couldn’t get him to a healer—and fast.

Once out of the adatroxes’ firing range, Eliana passed the oars to Simon. “Can you row? Just for a minute.”

“I’ll row for as long as you need me to,” he replied.

She hurried to the front of the boat, crouched beside Simon, and scanned the water ahead.

“Maybe five hundred more yards,” she said, “through these icebergs, and then I think I see a path to shore.”

“You see a path of what, exactly?”

“Ice. Some rocks too.”

“Ah. No problem at all, for a newly blinded man to skip across the water on such a path.”

She couldn’t help a smile. “I’ll help you. So will Zahra.”