Change is a natural part of life, but that doesn’t make it any easier. There are many types of new beginnings, some more literal than others. Sometimes new beginnings are expected, anticipated even, and occasionally frightening and unwelcome. 

            Katherine Holder was prepared and ready for such change, or so she thought. She was packing up her apartment to move into a modest home. It was a calm April day; the Fairview Apartment Complex was quiet. People were meandering around, going about their day as the sky was clear and the sun shined upon them. The temperature was tepid, the perfect day to start a new chapter in one’s life as birds sang under the cloudless sky.

            Katherine had lived in the apartment with the love of her life up until two years ago. While the apartment was small and humble, it had been her home. She had so many memories, both good and bad. Waking up to the smell of coffee and pancakes made by her boyfriend, candid pictures, laughter, drinking, singing, and watching movies. A healthy relationship had made the apartment blossom into a home. She had walked barefoot and naked, free. It was the first place she felt she genuinely lived and didn’t just survive...

            After Lucas died, all of that changed. Every square inch of their apartment was tinged with bittersweet memories.  Sadness had crept through their abode and turned it cold. Katherine had shut herself within these walls and cried. She had been consumed by an overwhelming grief that seemed to suffocate her.

            For two years, Katherine saved and pinched. For two years, she took it one day at a time. She could breathe easier once she had the opportunity to heal from the shackles of the past properly. She suffered so much for this opportunity, this chance to put the pain behind her and move on.

            She had bought a small, cozy house; it needed some work but had promise. It was in an excellent location and was close to her work. It was the perfect place for a single young woman to flourish. Usually, a change like this would have triggered her anxiety, but she was excited to have this chance to heal.

            Moving was stressful, but it had gone smoother than Katherine had anticipated. She was glad her old friend, Matthias Rosenberg, was helping her move. Not only could he do all the heavy lifting, but he made it fun. She laughed so hard that her stomach protested; it had been too long since she had guffawed like that.

            Matthias and Katherine had grown up together in the suburbs of Austin, Texas. While they were not related by blood, they were brother and sister. They looked after each other. They had each other when it seemed the whole world was against them. Despite all their faults, all their mistakes, and all their secrets, they still had each other's backs. They had been there for each other at their worst and seen the messy dark things that people hide, the complex feelings that people struggled to say, and that are too complicated to be good or bad.

            It was strange for Katherine to see her apartment empty. Familiar walls devoid of decoration and scrubbed clean. It was recognizable and foreign… Looking at the apartment now, it was hard to believe she had lived there for five years.

            It was even stranger that a person’s whole life could be crammed into a series of cardboard boxes. Each receptacle labeled; kitchen, living room, bathroom, bedroom, clothes, etcetera. One might mistakenly believe that a person’s life only consists of the objects they own and not the memories attached to them.

            Katherine retrieved the last box from her barren bedroom. This parcel was smaller than the others and wasn’t labeled since it was full of things that didn’t quite belong anywhere else. It contained an old photo album, a high school yearbook, a pink cat plushy, and fidget toys.

            Matthias finished loading a large box into the moving truck and turned to look at Katherine. “Is that the last one?”

            “Yep.” Katherine replied.

            “Here.” Matthias began to reach for the small box of miscellaneous items.

            “Oh, a- actually, I was going to put this upfront with us.” Katherine explained.

            “Cool.” Matthias reached up and slid the metal door down, sealing off the back of the moving truck.

            “Matty…” Katherine's voice suddenly sounded vulnerable.

            “Yeah?” Mathias glanced back at her.

            “Thanks...” She hesitated for a moment before she continued. “I can always count on you to be there for me. Really, I appreciate it.”

            His grey eyes softened. “What are friends for, Kat?”

            Tears threatened to fall, but Katherine blinked them back. “Right.”

            Matthias began to head toward the front of the truck, and Katherine started to follow when suddenly, there was this bright white light. It was coming up from the ground beneath Katherine. It was a strange magical circle that formed around her. Intricate designs and symbols orbiting her. Her waist-length hair billowed around her, trapped in a tornado contained within this circle.

            “Matt!” Katherine shouted. She wanted to scream and cry, but the only thing that she could manage to say was his short nickname.

            Matthias turned to look at her again, and his eyes widened. Katherine’s auburn hair whipped around her chaotically, the pale light of the circle made her porcelain skin look ghostly, and her blue-grey eyes seemed to glow as they reflected the light. He reached to pull her out and rescue her, but the moment his hand entered the circle, he was pulled in like he was sucked into a vacuum.

            They held each other as the light of the magic circle grew brighter until it blocked out everything. Wind roared in their ears, blocking out the sound of their cries. They couldn’t even see each other despite being so close. Suddenly, they were separated and pulled apart by the light. It happened so suddenly that neither noticed until it was too late. All Katherine knew was that she was alone with her box tucked under her arm; she gripped that box with nervous aching fingers, terrified of what was happening.

            When the light faded, Katherine was alone and wasn’t in Austin anymore. Everything about the room seemed neoclassical or Regency-era; it was a phase of European fashion and design in the late 1700s and early 1800s. It was an updated take on Grecian architecture and clothing. The room was large and extravagant, with white marble pillars and gold trimming. The people wore Regency-era clothing, simple high-waisted dresses, and elegant tight-fitting suits.

            The man who wore the most elegant and ornate clothing had a golden crown on his head. He had shoulder-length greying golden blonde hair and a beard that matched. Knights stood around him in silvery armor. Perhaps he was royalty; maybe he was a king. A magic circle resembling the one that brought Katherine there was painted on the floor, except this circle was much more extensive and had been painted hastily in white. Around the circle stood people wearing monotone and plain clothes spaced at even intervals.

            “I-is that the hero?” The King questioned.

            “Yes.” The one who responded was a woman with long unruly black curls wearing a plain dress.

            “But it’s a woman?” Said a knight with a large scar on the left side of his face that extended from his ear to his jaw.

            “Test her.” The King commanded.

            “Is that really necessary?” The woman asked, her dark eyes full of concern.

            The knight with the scar approached Katherine, startling her and causing her to drop her box. The knight snatched Katherine’s hand and cut it with a dagger. “Ow!” Katherine gasped. Then the knight began to squeeze her blood into a chalice. “Don’t touch me.” Katherine jerked free from his relentless grip the moment she could.

            The knight brought the chalice to the dark-haired woman. She chanted something over it, but Katherine's mind was racing too much for her to pay any attention. The chalice began to glow in response, and the young woman turned to the King. “She is the hero, your majesty.”

            “Very well.” The King seemed almost frustrated. “I am King Warrick Fallon Scogrys, the ruler of the country of Scogrys. You were summoned here by the most powerful Thaumaturges the Human nations could provide. The Old Gods have awakened from their slumber, and we need your help to subdue them.”

            “What?” Katherine’s eyes were wide and frantic, her heart racing. “I- I don’t understand. Where’s Matthias? He was just here with me?”

            “You mean another came through the portal with you?” The woman inquired, her olive-toned face draining of blood.

            “Did we summon two heroes?” The scarred knight asked.

            “That’s not possible.” The woman said, sounding confident.

            Another that was dressed in similar clothes to the woman stated. “That would explain why the Appus broke.”

            “How is this possible?” The King asked.

            “Your majesty, I’m not sure.” The woman explained, clearly surprised and nervous. “We were rushed in our preparation for the ritual; that could be how this happened.”

            “Where is Matthias?” Katherine pleaded, the desperation evident in her voice as panic began to set in.

            The woman gave Katherine a guilty look. “We don’t know.” She admitted. “He made it through but could be anywhere in Zazzora.”

            “Is he a hero too?” The King asked.

            The woman shook her head. “Summoning two heroes would have consumed too much mana; if we had, the Thaumaturges would be dead. We could use magic to try to find him.”

            “The hero is all that matters.” The King replied.

            “What?” Katherine was shocked, but her shock slowly turned to anger. “Do the lives of the innocent mean so little to you? He's out there somewhere, alone. He could be hurt, or dead, or...”

            The whole room was stunned into silence. They didn’t seem to know how to respond or even expect her to speak out as she did.

            “The lives of the few are not greater than those of the many. I must do what’s best for Scogrys, nay Zazzora.” The King explained.

            “What about us?” Katherine demanded, her anger bubbling into rage. “We didn’t want to be here! It wasn’t like you asked for help; you drug us here! You kidnapped us!”

            “Kidnapped? Being the Hero of Zazzora is an honor.” The King remarked indignantly.

            “For who?” Katherine yelled. “I don’t care about honor, Scogrys, Zazzora, or the Old Gods! And I most certainly don’t care about you!” Her eyes narrowed on the King. “I am here solely because of your selfishness; I doubt you care about anyone but yourself. I had a life and a home that you stole me from. Matthias had a family!”

            “How dare you!” The King was about to argue until a blast of mana emanated from Katherine.

            It was similar to the swirling vortex of energy that had brought Katherine here, but this time it was different. This time the power responded to her, filling and flowing through her. It was hot with her rage and swirled around her tumultuously. Everyone struggled to stand against the might of her magical power. Every nerve of her body alight with the heat of her fury. Katherine didn’t understand how she was doing it; she just knew that she was angry.

            “No, how dare you! What gives you the right to interfere with our lives?” Her voice echoed off the walls with vibrations of power. “You know nothing about us!”

            Katherine had been so focused on the King that she hadn’t realized that one knight had managed to sneak up behind her. The knight struck her on the back of the head with the hilt of his sword. He struggled against the force of her power but made it to her. Katherine collapsed on the ground next to her box of miscellaneous items that had been tipped over but remained undamaged by her outburst.

            They all stood in silence. They knew that the Hero was supposed to be strong, but they had not expected them to have the abilities of a Thaumaturge too, or to be a woman, for that matter. They had also expected the Hero to be honored and willing to serve.

            When Katherine awoke, she was in a breathtaking room. Elegant Regency Era trappings lined the room, ornately carved wood, elegant arches, and the walls had a vibrant navy-blue color with white paneling. The furniture in the room was elaborate and bright; it reminded Katherine of the ancient furnishings you would find in a museum.

            Katherine was lying in a large four-post bed. The posts were immaculately carved with a sheer canopy. The blankets were thick and warm.

            In a beautifully carved wooden chair beside Katherine’s bed sat the dark-haired woman from the summoning, reading a book. She was short with a curvy voluptuous hourglass figure draped in a simple beige dress. Luscious long black hair fell in unruly tangles to the middle of her back with delicate high cheekbones, olive-toned skin, and big dark brown eyes.

            As Katherine stirred in bed, the dark-haired woman looked up from her book. “Ah, you’re awake.”

            “How long have I been out?” Katherine wiped the sleep from her eyes but was slightly disoriented.

            “Two days.” The color drained from Katherine’s face upon hearing the answer, so the woman hastily continued. “You used a lot of mana, which can wear out the body, especially when you aren’t used to practicing Thaumaturgy.”

            “Oh.” Katherine paused for a moment. “Uh, what’s Thaumaturgy?”

            “Magic, or the practice of using mana to manifest will.” The woman explained. “His majesty, the King, would like me to train you in the ways of Thaumaturgy.” She stood and gave Katherine a graceful curtsy. “I am Aricella Havendez of the Silvenberg Morkula.” Katherine was startled and visibly uncomfortable. “I would also like to offer my humblest apologies.”

            Katherine blinked. “What?”

            Aricella explained. “I am one of the Thaumaturges responsible for the ritual that brought you here, and therefore I am responsible for anything that went wrong.”

            Katherine was shocked and confused. “Maybe, I’m mistaken, but I thought someone said the ritual was rushed. That was you, wasn’t it?”

            “That’s true, but-”

            Katherine interrupted. “I hold the King responsible for the ritual, not you.”

            Now it was Aricella’s turn to be confused. Katherine rose from her bed and offered Aricella her hand. “I’m Katherine Holder.” Aricella looked at Katherine’s hand in confusion. “Oh, it’s a handshake.”

            “Oh, I know.” Aricella replied. “It’s just that it is customary for men to do this with their business partners.”

            “Oh, well… Where I’m from, it’s a sign of respect. It can be used to make a deal, promise, or form a partnership. Normally, it’s used as a formal and respectful introduction.”

            “Sir Deur Cathmore is a Templar who will be guarding you.” Aricella explained. “It is not customary for a Thaumaturge to be trained outside of a Morkula, so the Temple wanted to take precautions.”

            “What’s a Templar?” Katherine asked. “And what’s a Morkula, and why does the Temple want to take precautions? Am I dangerous or something?”

            “Templars are paladins of the Artaxerian Temple who can dispel and negate magic. Thaumaturges are incredibly dangerous when not properly trained.”

            “I guess that makes sense… Seems a little excessive...”

            “It is customary for Thaumaturges to be closely monitored in Scogrys and many other Human Nations throughout Zazzora.” Aricella explained. “Today, you will rest. We’ll begin our lessons tomorrow. I’ll be teaching you the culture of Scogrys as well. If I’m satisfied with your ability to control your magic in two weeks, you will begin more varied training.” With that, Aricella left.

            Now that Katherine was alone, the crushing reality of her situation sunk in. She had been through a lot in her life; Lucas’ accident and years of violent physical and emotional abuse from her parents. Every time she felt alone, she knew that she had Matthias. Now she was in a world that she knew nothing about, surrounded by strangers. She didn’t know whom to trust. She was utterly alone… It made her blood run cold...

            This realization was suffocating, not just physically but mentally. She began to cry and struggled to breathe. She felt completely overwhelmed as she took in the room around her; it was so foreign... Its extravagance was unwelcoming. She noticed her box of miscellaneous items on a dresser nearby. She went to the parcel and pulled out her pink cat plushy. She squeezed the plushy to her chest as her thoughts raced, and she fought back her sobs. She fought desperately to regain control of her breathing and began to do breathing exercises, focusing on getting the air in and out. In, two, three, four… Hold, two, three, four… Out, two, three, four… Repeat.

            Katherine regained some composure, but the anxiety hadn’t completely vanished. It lingered, waiting to rise like a tidal wave and wash her away. She moved on to another self-soothing technique. She began to sing a song about standing in the rain when it felt like everything was falling apart. Her voice was soft and gentle, only meant for her to hear. However, her voice did drift beyond her bedroom door to be heard by Sir Cathmore.

            The last method seemed to do the trick. Katherine calmed down. She was exhausted from the panic attack, but at least it was over.

            Katherine’s training began bright and early the next day. Maids dressed her in this elegant and complicated dress. She had to wear a shift with stays over the top, a petticoat, and a chemisette. All of this went under the main dress. It also seemed like her clothing had been hastily prepared; it didn’t fit her quite right. They must have been expecting a male hero.

            Katherine’s first lessons were about the history of Zazzora. Around three thousand years ago, the Theodyn Empire had conquered almost the entirety of Zazzora. They enslaved the Elves, and Thaumaturges ruled over and experimented on those without magic.

            That’s when a Human slave named Artaxerxes began a rebellion. Artaxerxes believed that the God, Sabvorka, created all beings equally and that they did not have to submit to the rule of the Empire. He had four disciples who spread his word throughout Zazzora and helped him fight the Empire. They pushed back the Imperial forces through guerilla tactics and strategy, freeing much of the conquered land and many enslaved people.

            Hadrianus made a deal with one of Artaxerxes’ disciples, Achzib. Hadrianus offered Achzib wealth and power in exchange for Artaxerxes. They set up an ambush and caught Artaxerxes and his disciple Zuleika. Hadrianus had them both burned at the stake, confident that this would quell the rebellion. Emperor Hadrianus was outraged, and despite many losses, he refused to submit to the demands of Artaxerxes and reform the Theodyn Empire.

            This backfired, and Artaxerxes became a martyr. His remaining disciples, Isidrro and Loordes, fought more fiercely and drove the Theodyn Empire back to the Vitropa Isles. While the Theodyn Empire remains, it has never regained the power it once had.

            After the fall of the Theodyn Empire rose, the Artaxerian Religion. This religion worshipped Sabvorka, Artaxerxes, and the three loyal disciples. Hadrianus and Achzib were considered evil and corrupt. This is the religion that all Human Nations worship.

            Scogrys was founded by a warrior King to fend off the Hillmen. They are large and have a healthy economy from the slave trade. However, slavery was outlawed in Scogrys a hundred years ago. After that, the country steadily grew to what it is now.

            Men can take part in many societal duties, opportunities, and jobs. The men of Scogrys are expected to care for all the women in their families; this duty often falls on the father or eldest son. If there is no immediate male family member, then it falls on the closest male relative. Men who could not care for their families were considered dishonorable. Men were considered adults at fourteen when they took over any legal obligations and were allowed to marry.

            The women of Scogrys are treated like objects and expected to obey their fathers, husbands, or other patriarchs. Women were limited in how they could participate in society and how they could make money. Women who were not considered quiet and mild-mannered were considered disreputable. Any noblewoman without a proper escort was thought to have compromised her honor; if there was no way to prove that a woman had not been improper, then it was felt that their chastity and virtue was at risk. Women became adults at sixteen and were expected to get married by the age of twenty-one or risk being kicked out of their homes and struck from their families.

            Katherine was taught the intricacies of etiquette for women but didn’t care for them. Honestly, all of the rules were stifling. While she was willing and respectful enough to learn, she had no intention of fitting their impossible feminine mold. Women had to wear multiple layers of clothes, eat in a specific way, sit in a particular way, and the list went on.

            Thaumaturges were feared by the masses, and with good reason. Rampant magic could cause catastrophe. Untrained children could unintentionally cast spells that could harm those around them by willing their dreams into reality, communing with spirits, or from outbursts due to high-stress situations. Thaumaturges that went too long without using their magic could experience mania, psychosis, and madness. While it was rare for adult Thaumaturges to be involved in such outbursts, it was still possible. There were also concerns with Thaumaturges delving into darker magics.

Young Thaumaturges were forced into Morkulas at incredibly young ages; Templars would haul away children as young as four to any Morkula with space for them. Upon their arrival at the Morkula, Thaumturges were tattooed with the symbol of the Morkula they were assigned to so they could be returned if they ever escaped or were apprehended. If they could demonstrate that they could control their abilities and pass the Voksaros – a trial they undergo when they come of age – they could leave. Even if they did leave, their tattoos were regularly updated to stay vivid and detailed. They had to check in with their nearest Temple monthly, resulting in most Thaumaturges living closer to larger settlements. If they didn’t check in within the appropriate time, Templars would be dispatched. Templars could also randomly perform a search a seizure of their residence to ensure they weren’t involved in nefarious activities or magics.

            Templars served the Artaxerian Temple. While they were trained to dispel magic, they were also expected to bring in young Thaumaturges who needed training, hunt down escaped Thaumaturges who didn’t report to the Temple on schedule or had escaped their Morkula and kill Thaumaturges they deemed too dangerous. They used special runes and abilities to control and protect ordinary people from Thaumaturges.

            Katherine’s magic-based lessons were focused on meditation, which was meant to help Katherine control her emotions, which was more challenging than it sounded. At the very least, it helped Katherine recognize when her feelings activated her mana.

Thaumaturgy was about learning to draw on the mana around you and harnessing your own. Mana was a spiritual energy found in all living things, but most couldn’t draw on it or have enough to use it. Since Thaumaturges had such a connection to mana, they had to use it; it was part of them, like breathing. Mana that went unused for too long would become toxic to Thaumaturges resulting in madness.

Thaumaturges used mana, spells, and their imagination to will things into existence. When a Thaumaturge activates their mana, it’s typically a ripple of energy through the caster that they then direct into a spell. The more complex the spell, the more likely you would have to use incantations, symbols, or rituals. More complex spells or rituals can require multiple casters, creating an electrical or vibrational field that others could feel during casting. It was uncommon for one person to emit enough mana to be felt, which was usually an indication of pent-up or large amounts of mana.

            After three weeks of intensive training, Katherine was taught to cast Invisible Barrier and Spirit Guardian. Invisible Barrier was an unseen barrier that could deflect arrows and melee attacks; there were more complex versions of the spell that she could learn.  Spirit Guardian summoned a spirit to protect the caster or a target of the caster’s choice for two minutes. Thaumaturges could use more offensive magic, but Aricella didn’t want her to learn that just yet, probably because of her outburst when she first got to Zazzora.

            One day during lessons, Katherine asked. “Aricella, if women and Thaumaturges are so limited in what they can achieve, what about you? You seem important despite that. You helped summon me here and are in charge of training me.”

            “That’s because I was offered the position of Sage in the Silvenberg Morkula. I turned it down to leave the Morkula when I came of age. I ended up becoming a sort of government consultant. Though I don’t formally serve the court.” Aricella explained.

            “Sage? What’s that?”

            “They are responsible for the Thaumaturges in their Morkula as well as finances, policies, and procedures. They have to work with the Templars to ensure the safety of the Morkula and the surrounding area.”

            “Oh, so like a principal or dean.” It was a sentence, but it came out sounding like a question.

            Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Aricella called for them to enter, and in came a servant. She delivered a letter with the royal seal to Aricella. Aricella didn't hesitate to open it and read the letter.

            Katherine was dressed elegantly for her meeting with the King. Her dress was stifling, adorned with lace and ribbon, and was a brilliant lavender color. It also covered all her tattoos, which seemed to have been deliberate. Her hair had been tightly braided down the middle of her back.

            They left the Rhosarir, the annex of the Jinzedra or the Royal Palace where Katherine had been staying. Rhosarir was known for its rose motif, pastel pink outer walls, elaborate rose designs, carvings, statues, and impeccable rose garden. It was meant for honored guests to stay comfortably while they stayed in the capital, Rigolerri.

            Jinzedra was where the ritual had been held. It was the peak of decadence and high society in Scogrys. It had gold trimming, elegant statues, priceless tapestries, paintings of previous rulers, and ornate furniture. It had white marble pillars, high ceilings, delicate arches, and plenty of natural lighting. Rhosarir was just as opulent but without the gold trim.

            Aricella, Katherine, and Deur were escorted into an airy sitting room. It seemed that the King wanted a more relaxed and private meeting. This made Katherine quite nervous. The King sat on an elegant sofa wearing ornate clothing next to a young man who closely resembled him in similar attire. Behind them stood a knight with the royal family crest; Katherine thought he was the commander of the Royal Knights but couldn't quite remember. He was the man from the ritual with the big scar on his face.

            Aricella and Katherine curtsied while Deur bowed. The royalty stood to greet them, and Aricella spoke. “Your majesty, King Warrick, and your highness, Prince Emhyr, it is an honor to meet you.”

            “Lady Holder, Lady Havendez, Sir Cathmore.” They greeted.

            They all took their seats. The young prince stared at Katherine. It was a little unnerving, but she understood. His gaze did not help her nerves; she struggled to stay painfully still. It was not proper etiquette to fidget or shift about too much. Though they did their best, she did not look like a mild-mannered Scogrian woman. Her waist-length auburn hair had rosy, pink ombre tips. A faint scar was visible over her right eye and ran into her eyebrow. Five tattoos were scattered over her porcelain skin. The only tattoo that couldn’t be hidden entirely was the raven silhouette on the inside of her left wrist that peeked out from beneath her long sleeves. She was slender with a slight hourglass figure and soft blue-grey eyes with a fierce brow.

            “Aricella’s reports tell me you’ve been adjusting to Scogrys quite well.” The King began.

            “I was overwhelmed by how different things are, but I feel like I’m getting more comfortable.” Katherine replied politely. She wasn’t exactly pleased with the King but needed to pick her battles.

            “That is wonderful to hear.” The King replied. “I would like to make a proposal.”

            “All right...” Katherine was skeptical.

            “I would like to arrange a marriage for you and my son, Prince Emhyr.” He motioned to the young man next to him.

            Katherine’s mouth fell open. She almost spoke but made eye contact with Aricella. Aricella’s eyes told Katherine to maintain her composure, so she closed her mouth without saying anything. She was confounded that he would make such a suggestion.

            King Warrick continued. “If you produce a male heir, he could be the Hero we need.”

            Katherine struggled to maintain her composure; instead of focusing on the King, she turned her attention to the prince. “Prince Emhyr, how old are you?”

            “Sixteen.” The young prince replied.

            “Ah, so young… I’m twenty-four, that makes me too old to marry in Scogrys.” Katherine fought to keep her countenance calm when she was reeling inside.

            “It would be an honor to marry a Hero.” The King reassured. “Age won’t be a problem.”

            “What about you, Prince Emhyr?” Katherine wished the prince would speak, preferably object. “How do you feel about this?” She had hoped that he would oppose this.

            “I would be honored to marry you, Lady Holder.” That sounded a little too rehearsed for Katherine’s taste, and though she hid it well, she was disappointed. The prince seemed surprised that she bothered to ask.

            “When should we announce the engagement?” The King asked as if he already knew Katherine’s answer. “I would like to do it as soon as possible, perhaps next week.”

            “Absolutely not.” Katherine responded without hesitation.

            The room went silent.

            “I don’t understand.” The King remarked. “Is something wrong? Marrying the Prince would mean that you’ll become part of the royal family. You and any children you bear will be capable of inheriting noble titles.”

            “Look, your majesty; I have tried to be respectful of your culture and how different it is from my own.” Katherine retorted. “You say you summoned me here to save Zazzora, but now it seems all I’m good for is bearing children. You interrupted my life to bring me here, and now you insult me.”

            “Insult you?” The King was taken aback.

            Aricella put a hand on Katherine’s shoulder and said. "Perhaps you should calm down, Lady Holder.”

            “Aricella, I’ve never been calmer in my life.” Katherine shook off Aricella’s hand and turned her attention back to the King. “Let me make this perfectly clear; I have absolutely no intention of getting married or having children.” Her voice full of cold fury, cutting through the air like ice.

            “How ridiculous!” The King was enraged by Katherine’s impudence.

            “There are some things you should know before you force this issue. Firstly, Prince Emhyr would still be considered a child in the world I come from; that alone makes me too uncomfortable to marry him. Secondly, I’m not chaste.” The whole room gaped at her for her honesty and directness. “Having sex outside of marriage is common where I’m from. Thirdly, I’m pansexual, which means I’m attracted to men, women, and every possible in between. Now, your majesty, do you really want me to marry your son?”

            The King was seething with rage. “You are an affront to Sabvorka! How could you possibly be a Hero? I should have you exiled!”

            Katherine shrugged. “Do it then. I’m sure other Human Nations would be honored to sponsor me despite the differences in our cultures.”

            “Father, do not act rashly.” Prince Emhyr pleaded; he was clearly more self-aware than his father. “If another country were to sponsor the Hero, they would not hesitate to profit and use it to gain political leverage.” This was something that the prince hadn’t meant to admit in front of Katherine.

            “Your Prince is correct.” Katherine explained. “I am not one of your subjects and have not sworn my loyalty to you. Perhaps if you hadn’t rushed the ritual, you would have gotten the perfect Hero you wanted, but it seems you’re stuck with me.”

            There was no way to summon another Hero or to send Katherine home. The Appus that broke during the ritual was a magical object that Thaumaturges used to store mana. This Appus had accumulated mana slowly over the course of a hundred years. They weren’t easy to make, and it would take another hundred years to get enough mana to perform the ritual that could open a portal between their world and Katherine’s. She was stuck there whether they liked it or not.

            The King turned to Sir Cathmore and commanded. “Control your charge, Templar. She disrespects the King and is out of control.”

            Sir Cathmore blinked in surprise. “My duty as a Templar is to ensure that the Thaumaturges in my charge do not abuse their magic. I see no abuse of magic. While I may be Scogrian, my fealty is to the Artaxerian Temple, not you.”

            “I will arrest her for defying the royal family.” Said Sir Pellaton, the Knight Commander.

            Katherine raised an eyebrow. “If you dare to lay a hand on me, I will defend myself. I won’t need magic to do it.”

            They didn’t dare to test her bluff; they were too busy underestimating Katherine to measure her physical prowess. They feared that if her magical strength was so significant, perhaps her physical strength was too.

            “The insolence!” The King fumed.

            “Father, please.” The prince attempted to reason.

            “Silence, boy!”

            “You are throwing quite the tantrum, your Majesty.” Katherine remarked with a patronizing tone. “I suggest you let me do the job you summoned me for. I want to be taught how to fight with a sword and bow. For this training, I’ll need comfortable clothes; I’m sick of wearing these ridiculous dresses all the time. I would also like an advisor on the culture of other nations, preferably a foreigner. I will show you just how strong and independent women can be.”

            Katherine was in a lesson with Aricella and Deur in the study of the Rose Palace when there was a knock at the door. Aricella allowed them to enter, and a maid came in and said that Lady Exeter was here for Lady Holder.

            “Lead her to Lady Holder’s room; we’ll head over immediately.” Aricella replied.

            “Lady Exeter, who’s that?” Katherine asked.

            “Lady Galena Exeter is the top fashion designer in Scogrys.” Aricella replied. “The King has sent her here on your behalf.”

            “Neat.” Katherine chirped as she left the study with Aricella and Deur close behind. Deur took position outside Katherine’s room, and Aricella and Katherine went inside to wait for Galena.

            A few moments later, Lady Exeter was escorted in. She had long straight brown hair woven into an intricate updo. She had honey-brown eyes, golden tan skin with a beauty mark on her right jawline, and was built like a ballerina, petite. She wore a simple but elegant dress with a heavy brown leather satchel and a chatelain on her hip.

            “Lady Katherine.”  Lady Exeter greeted with a graceful curtsy. “It’s an honor to make your acquaintance.”

            “It’s nice to meet you, too.” Katherine curtsied back. “Please, just call me Katherine.”

            “Very well.” She seemed a little uncomfortable.

            “Don’t worry, despite what you may have heard; I can be quite amiable when I desire to.”

            Lady Exeter was pleasantly surprised and smiled. “You can call me Galena.” She proceeded to grab her satchel and pull out several pamphlets, a notebook, and measuring tape. “Before we dig into the catalogs, let’s write down your measurements. I create in-depth profiles for important customers; I usually update the measurements once or twice a year, but if you notice any changes, let me know, and we’ll adjust the measurements.”

            “What makes you think I’ll be an important customer?”

            “Just a hunch.”

            “You’re very confident in your skills.” Katherine smiled. “I like it.”

            Maids came in to help Katherine undress. She was stripped down to her shift, exposing her slender porcelain limbs and tattoos that could be seen even through a shift. A vibrant lunar moth was located on her left shoulder, a knotted Celtic moon on the lower right side of her back, a blue, green, and black galaxy cat sat low on her buttocks but high on her upper left thigh, a blue rose ankle tattoo on her right foot, and the silhouette of a raven on the inside of her left wrist. Aricella and Galena didn’t say anything, but Katherine could tell they had never seen such large tattoos, or so many for that matter.

            After about thirty minutes of taking measurements and writing them down in her journal, the maids helped Katherine get dressed again. After that, Galena handed Katherine a catalog. The booklet contained sketches of many dresses and the fabric swatches they were often made from. Katherine flipped through one after the other but couldn’t find anything. They were beautiful dresses, but they still involved corsets and too many uncomfortable layers.

            “Did you bring any men’s catalogs?” Katherine asked.

            Galena gaped at her. “Men’s catalogs!”

            “I need pants, T-shirts, or shorts.” Katherine explained.

            “You want to wear pants?”

            “Yep, they are easy to move around in.” Katherine explained. “For the love of God, no corsets.”

            “No stays!”

            “Yeah, they are uncomfortable and hard to breathe in. How am I supposed to train in that?”

            “I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

            “Oh, I know.” Katherine stood quickly, startling Galena and Aricella. “I could show you.” She went to her miscellaneous box and pulled out her old photo album. She brought it over to them and opened it for them to look inside.

            The first thing that Katherine saw was a picture of her and Lucas. It felt like a sucker punch to her gut. Lucas had his arms around her, and they both looked into the camera and smiled. His short curly, platinum blonde hair and the way his smile softened his rich brown eyes. His beautiful smile and the way his pale hands caressed her. There was pain there, but there were also many happy memories.

            “What is this?” Aricella asked curiously.

            “It’s a photo album.” Katherine explained. “We use them to hold photos. Photos are created by these special machines that can capture a moment in time like a portrait of sorts.”

            “Fascinating.” Aricella marveled.

            “Who’s that?” Galena asked, pointing to Lucas.

            “That’s Lucas Harmon; he was my boyfriend for four years.”

            “Boyfriend?”

            “I guess you could say he was courting me.”

            “Oh, did you cancel the engagement?”

            “No, he died.” Katherine did an excellent job keeping her voice even.

            “Oh, I’m sorry.”

            “It’s fine; it was two years ago.” Katherine cleared her throat and changed the subject. “I brought this out so you could see the clothes.”

            “Oh, I see.” Galena said as she took the photo album into her hands. Galena gently flipped through the pages, occasionally stopping to take notes. “What kind of underthings do you wear if you do not wear a chemisette?”

            “Bras lift and support the breasts, while underwear covers the buttocks and nether regions.” Katherine explained. “Bras cover each boob; straps go around the shoulders and torso and hook around the back. Underwear covers the front and back of a woman’s nether region with strips of cloth varying in size connecting the front and back.”

            “What about shaping the feminine silhouette?”

            “Bras can help with that to an extent. Some bras can push breasts up and together. Some bras have extra padding to make women with small breasts appear larger. Some are bralettes that do not lift or add any padding; they help secure and add an extra layer of cloth. Sports bras push breasts down so that you can train without worrying about extra movement, that would benefit me.”

            “I see.” Galena acknowledged as she scribbled notes.

            “What’s this?” Aricella asked as she pointed to a photo. In the photo, Katherine wore a mint green bikini at a beach.

            “Oh, that’s a swimsuit.” Katherine explained. “Swimsuits allow you to swim in the oceans, lakes, or rivers without getting naked.” Galena and Aricella’s faces flushed at her words. “Men usually wear swim trunks. There are full-body swimsuits too. Some cover less like the one I’m wearing there, others look like little dresses, and some only cover the torso.”

            “What kind of fabric do they use to make this?” Galena asked.

            “I’m not entirely sure.” Katherine admitted. “It isn’t water resistant, but it has a smooth texture; absorbs water, but doesn’t get ruined by it.”

            “Interesting.” Galena took some more notes.

            “I was also wondering if you could make another thing for me?” Katherine asked.

            “Of course.”

            “Back home, they had fluffy pajamas.” Katherine clarified, slightly embarrassed. “They have loose-fitting button-up shirts and loose-fitting pants, but they’re fluffy. They aren't made out of real fur or anything. Getting to sleep was always a lot easier in those.”

            “Of course.” Galena scribbled some more notes. She stood rather quickly. “I think I have everything I need. I will get to work immediately. I’ll send over the clothes you requested as quickly as possible.”

            “Check it out!” Katherine shouted gleefully. Katherine did a turn in her new clothes for Deur.

            Deur ran a hand through his short dirty blonde hair. He had never seen a woman dressed in such a way. Katherine was wearing tan pants and a white long-sleeved shirt with her hair tied up in a ponytail. She was wearing men’s clothing that had been tailored to her body. It was still conservative, as was customary for Scogrian women, but quite different.

            The Fiore Training Grounds of Jinzedra are where Scogrys’ greatest warriors were born. It had ample space for running, dummies, and targets. Only Royalty and the Royal Knights could use the training grounds. Currently, several dozen Royal Knights were training. Some wore armor and practiced with real swords; those without armor used wooden swords. Some squires were learning archery and swordsmanship, while others were running laps.

They were on the training grounds for the Royal Knights a couple of weeks after Galena’s visit. Katherine was there for her first day of training. The sky was bright; clouds drifted by high in the atmosphere. It was hot, a great day to work up a sweat. Despite being preoccupied, Katherine could feel their stares; it was not only strange for a woman to be learning how to fight but for her to be dressed so oddly.

            “I can move!” Katherine demonstrated this by doing a backflip.

            “How did you do that?” Deur asked in bewilderment.

            “I could teach you.” Katherine laughed. “You won’t be able to learn if you’re in armor, though.” She knocked on his breastplate with her knuckles.

            “Perhaps some other time,” Deur replied dismissively. Katherine knew that what Deur really meant was never. Of the time they spent together while Deur guarded her, she learned he was an austere man.  She couldn’t tell if he took himself or his job as a Templar too seriously. Though she supposed it could be a little of both.

            “I will not allow this!” Sir Pellaton roared as he marched up to Deur and Katherine. “There is no place for a woman on the battlefield!”

            This made Katherine erupt into a fit of laughter.

            Enraged, Sir Pellaton responded. “I challenge you to a duel.” Katherine found this downright pathetic, especially since they still hadn’t bothered to test her physical abilities. Her request for training must have made him think she was weak.

            “Sir Pellaton, you really need to relax; someone might think you’re trying to compensate for something.” Katherine patronized with a mischievous grin.

            Everyone on the training grounds went silent as the scene unfolded. Deur gaped, unsure of what to do. It was unorthodox for women to behave in such a manner and so flippantly at that. However, King Warrick had ordered that Lady Holder be taught, he might have begrudgingly acquiesced, but Sir Pellaton knew better than to defy his King. He likely thought that if he broke her spirit, she would quit.

            “You should know your place!” Sir Pellaton growled.

            “I accept your challenge.” Katherine smirked. “But are you sure your fragile masculinity can handle a loss?”

            “Lady Holder, I advise against this.” Deur interjected and tried to steer her away. “Sir Pellaton is the Commander of the Royal Knights. He is a master swordsman. You have yet to be trained and could risk grave injury.”

            “I’m aware.” Katherine replied as she pulled free. “That’s why we’ll fight in hand-to-hand combat. No weapons and no armor.”

            “I never agreed to that.” Sir Pellaton spat venomously.

            Katherine made an innocent face and put a hand over her mouth. “What? Are you afraid you’ll be beaten by a girl?” Katherine taunted.

            “I won’t need weapons or armor.”

            With a wave of his hand, Sir Pellaton summoned other knights. They grabbed his sword and helped him remove his armor. While he was preparing, Katherine was limbering up. She did several stretches to warm up her muscles. The murmur of the knights rose as they gathered to witness the duel, several commenting on Katherine’s audacity.

            Katherine took her fighting stance. She turned to her side to make herself a smaller target, her left fist out in front of her and her right fist over her chest but near her face. This meant her left arm could easily block, and her right hand could throw powerful punches or be pulled up to protect her head. Her left arm was weaker and less coordinated, so it made sense that she used it to take or deflect powerful blows. She needed to keep her right arm in the best condition possible since it would land the most effective strikes.

            Sir Pellaton took his stance. Both of his fists were readied at chest height, like a boxer. He did not turn to the side but stayed forward facing, his feet shoulder-width apart, and knees slightly bent.

            The Commander was the first one to throw a punch. It was aimed straight for Katherine’s face and came with the speed and force it would take to knock a person out in one hit. Katherine was prepared and deflected the punch with her left arm. She used her left arm to redirect his attack into the air. When she was confident that the blow would not land, she used her right fist to throw a quick but powerful jab to his rib cage.

            Sir Pellaton was clearly surprised. He might have been stronger than Katherine, but she was faster. Her strike might not have been robust, but it was aimed at a sensitive spot.

            Commander Pellaton tried to grapple her, but Katherine quickly sidestepped. She spun around, intending to land a blow to his exposed back. However, the Commander had anticipated this and elbowed her in the face. In response, Katherine put more distance between them.

            The Commander was surprised that Katherine was still prepared to fight. Katherine wasn’t surprised that he thought one good hit would end the match. He probably thought she would run away crying because he had hurt her precious face. He would have to do a lot more than that if he wanted her to surrender.

            The strike had landed high on Katherine’s right cheek; she could already feel the supple flesh swelling. It would leave a nasty bruise and might even cause her eye to swell shut for a couple of days. The strike was nothing when compared to the one that gave her the scar over her eye.

            Sir Pellaton lunged for Katherine, she tried to evade, but he grabbed her by the arm. He pulled her towards him, likely to put her in some kind of hold. Katherine spun towards him, using her momentum to land a dynamic and more solid blow, elbowing him in the mouth to return the favor.

            The Commander did not release her. His large arm encircled Katherine’s throat. His large muscles were already enough to make breathing difficult, so he didn’t have to apply much pressure. Katherine kicked down onto his toes as hard as she could, and she thought she had felt them snapping from the force of the blow. His grip loosened, but he did not release. Katherine fought off a surge of panic and took solace in the fact that she could at least breathe a little easier. She used the back of her head to headbutt him as hard as she could, and she knew that she had broken his nose, feeling the small bone give under her attack. His grip loosened enough for her to scramble away.

            Katherine thought she was finally free until Pellaton grabbed her long ponytail. She kicked backward in a hasty attempt to free herself, but he caught her leg. He took this chance to throw her to the ground, and when he got her there, he kicked her in the ribs to keep her there.

            Katherine could scarcely catch her breath; her face flushed red. When Pellaton tried to strike her again, she grabbed his foot. This startled him and caused him to stumble slightly backward. Katherine took this opportunity to slide across the ground, further away from him. She kicked herself to her feet, ready to fight again.

Blood and spit poured in a sticky string from Pellaton’s broken nose and busted lip. Enraged, Sir Pellaton charged at her like an angry bull. Katherine turned herself away from him. She grabbed him by the arm and lowered herself. She used his weight and momentum against him and threw him over her shoulder.  He landed on his back, stunned, and Katherine put her foot to the base of his neck and pinned him to the ground using the weight of her body.

            The Commander grabbed Katherine’s foot and flung it to the side to throw her off balance and recover, but Katherine had expected this. The foot on his throat flew into the air, and she shifted her weight to the opposite foot. She used gravity to bring her foot down and hard into his chest. Then she returned it to the base of the neck as he gasped desperately for air. This time she pinned him a little more firmly.

            “Is this over?” Katherine asked.

            Sir Pellaton glared up at her from the ground with blood oozing from his lip and down his face. There was no response as he held her foot, avoiding crushing his airway.

            “Is this over?” Katherine repeated her question firmly.

            “I yield.” Sir Pellaton admitted through gritted teeth.

            “I’m sorry?” Katherine cupped her hand over her ear and pretended to be hard of hearing. “Could you say that louder for the rest of the class?” She motioned to the crowd of warriors.

            “I yield!” Sir Pellaton yelled loud enough for all the knights who had gathered to hear, sputtering blood from his lips.

            Katherine removed her foot from his throat and went to stand next to Deur. Sir Pellaton left the training ground in a huff, his ego clearly bruised. She hoped that this would teach the Commander not to underestimate women.

            “I’ve seen more skilled fighters, but considering your lack of training, I’m quite impressed.” Deur remarked.

            “You really just need to know how to use your opponent’s strength against them.” Katherine replied. “I wouldn’t have won if Commander Pellaton hadn’t underestimated me.” She deliberately said that loud enough for Sir Pellaton to hear, rubbing salt in the wound.

            Suddenly, they were approached by a young man. He had cropped, short brown hair, blue eyes, and rugged tan skin. He was wearing a knight’s uniform. Katherine was struck by how beautiful he was.

            He gave Katherine a course bow. “I am Sir Karl Moor; I have been assigned as your trainer.”

            “My trainer?” Katherine was confused. “What was the point in making a scene if the Commander had already chosen a trainer?”

            It had been a rhetorical question, but Sir Karl answered. “I’m not sure, Lady Holder.”

            “Please just call me Katherine. We’ll be training together, so I don’t want us to get hung up on decorum.”

            “Of course.”

            Katherine stared at Karl for a moment. “Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?”

            Karl’s face flushed. “Wh- what?” He stammered nervously.

            “Oh, my intention wasn’t to embarrass you. It was just an observation I made aloud. There are plenty of women who love pretty boys.”

            “Lady Holder likes to speak her mind.” Deur reassured. “While it can be abrasive, it isn’t usually done with ill intent.”

            “Abrasive? Are you saying that I’m far too vocal for a Lady?” Katherine teased with a smirk; she already knew the answer.

            “We should treat your injuries.” Karl insisted.

            “Why? I’m fine.” Katherine replied. “Let’s train.”

            “But your face will swell? And the bruises!”

            “I mean, yeah. I got in a fight; I’m going to be bruised and swollen.”

            Karl looked at Deur in confusion. Deur shrugged in response.

            “Lady Holder is not a typical woman.” Deur explained with a shrug. “You’ll need to adjust to her unusual way of thinking.”

            “I’m from a different world, Deur. Don’t make it sound like I’m immoral.” Katherine jived.

            “Are you sure you want to begin now?” Karl asked. “We can wait until tomorrow.”

            Katherine shook her head. “I’ve fought tooth and nail for this opportunity, literally. I won’t stop now.”

            They began training right away. For eight weeks, they taught Katherine how to wield a sword, a shield, and a bow. Katherine’s swordsmanship was average, but her skills with the bow were remarkable.

            Karl eventually had Katherine switch from a sword to a rapier. After that, Katherine’s skills increased dramatically. She had to fight differently with a rapier than a sword, but it suited her. Quick and precise blows suited her spriteliness.

            Karl was impressed by what a quick learner Katherine was. She didn’t falter when she received injuries. She wasn’t afraid to put in the work and sweat. She was incredibly agile and a fast runner. Katherine enjoyed going on long runs no matter the terrain. Katherine also enjoyed doing parkour. Karl didn’t know what that was, but watching Katherine do it was like watching an elegant dance.

            One day, Katherine and Karl went for a particularly long run. Deur was known to join them during training occasionally, but today he didn’t. They crossed a bridge over the Tenkai River when Katherine tripped, lost her balance, and began to tumble over the railing to the river below. Karl grabbed Katherine, intending to bring her back to safety, but they both went in instead.

            This section of the river was deep but not treacherous. They made it safely to the bank, coughing. They were completely soaked.

            Katherine gasped. Karl’s shirt had come open in the water, and underneath it were breasts bound in bandages. It took a moment for Karl to realize what Katherine was seeing.

            “Th- this isn’t what it looks like.” Karl stammered.

            “You’re a woman.” Katherine gasped in wonder.

            “N- no, you’re mistaken.”

            “Really, because those are totally boo-” Katherine was silenced when Karl clamped a hand over her mouth.

            “You can’t tell anyone, please.” Karl was frantic with desperation, their face pale.

            “Why would I do that? I think it’s badass that you’ve been a woman all this time. All I really want is to know why? Do you identify as male?”

            “It’s easier for men to make money.” Karl explained. “I was raised in an orphanage where food was scarce. When I came of age, I was kicked out of the orphanage. When I realized how much more money men made, I started living as one. I’ve lived as a man ever since.”

            Katherine’s eyes softened. “I’m sorry. That must have been so hard…”

            Karl stayed silent. They hadn’t expected it to turn out this way. Deur had told her that Katherine was different, and while Karl had learned that by spending time with her, she hadn’t anticipated finding a faithful ally in her. Katherine seemed to be all about feminine strength, but part of Karl had wondered if it was all for show. Still, they were glad that someone knew the truth…

            “So, what’s your real name, if I may ask?” Katherine spoke up, breaking the silence.

            “Karlesha Moor.”

            “Don’t worry; your secret is safe with me.” Katherine gave them a reassuring smile.

            “This is so exciting.” Katherine beamed as she took in the sights around her. The architecture was so intriguing, steeped in history. You couldn’t take a step without running into an old building or an ancient pathway.

            They were giving Katherine a tour of Rigolerri, the Capital of Scogrys. Sir Cathmore and Sir Moor were escorting her. Thankfully, they weren’t wearing any armor that would have drawn more attention than Katherine was comfortable with. They still had their swords on them, but they were wearing regular clothes. People were busy going about their lives, the noise and the bustle. There were roads paved in stone, many people milled about, and carriages and horses went all different directions. Strangely it almost reminded Katherine of home.

            The sky was grey and full of clouds, but it was warm out. They found their way to the market, and Katherine gaped at all the stores and street vendors. There were many things for sale; baked goods, salted meats, fresh produce, jewelry, flowers, weapons, and more.

            That’s when they heard shouting from a stall a little further away. Out of curiosity, Katherine went to see what was going on. She was surprised that a vendor had captured a scrawny girl with a loaf of bread.

            “Do you intend to pay for that?” The vendor shouted as he gripped the little girl’s arm.

            “Let her go!” Shouted a boy with short curly red hair. He wielded a stick like a sword and smacked the vendor several times.

            “Cut it out, brat!” The vendor snatched the stick and threw it away, unwilling to let the girl go.

            A dark-haired boy watched with wide eyes. He appeared to be trying to think of a solution to their predicament.

            “Let go of me.” The girl cried angrily.  She stomped on the vendor’s foot to try to get him to let her go.

            “Ow! Stop that!” The vendor yanked the child’s willowy arm.

            “What seems to be the problem?” Katherine asked, intervening in the situation.

            “These pests tried to steal a loaf of bread.” The vendor explained. “They got their filthy hands on my merchandise and clearly have no way to compensate me.”

            Katherine looked at the three children. They were dirty, malnourished, and wore tattered clothes. They were starving, and it was true that they likely did not have any way to repay the vendor.

            “I’ll compensate you.” Katherine replied. “Let the girl go and tell me how much it costs.”

            “Five copper pieces.” Said the vendor dubiously as he let the girl go.

            Katherine reached into her coin purse and pulled out five copper pieces. The vendor took them and hastily returned to his position behind his stall. He glowered from his stall, but at least he had been appeased.

            Katherine turned to the children. “Are you all right?”

            They nodded but watched her skeptically.

            “Little girl, what’s your name?”

            She didn’t answer.

            “Did he hurt you?”

            She shook her head.

            They had been loud and unafraid only moments ago. Now they were silent. What happened?

            “I’m sorry if I’ve frightened you.” Katherine stated.

            “We’re not scared.” The red-haired boy insisted.

            “Yeah!” The girl agreed.

            “My Lady, they are orphans. They are often ignored.” Karl clarified. “When they aren’t, they aren’t treated kindly.” Karl understood their situation far too well.

            “But they’re children?” Katherine sounded incredulous.

            “You’re a Lady?” The dark-haired boy finally spoke and gave her a clumsy bow.

            Katherine was charmed by the poor attempt at etiquette. “I suppose I am. You can call me Katherine.”

            “I’m Jason.” He replied. He had short curly black hair, dark skin, and grey eyes.

            “I’m Asta.” Said the other boy but did not bow as Jason did. He had short curly red hair, big brown eyes, and fair skin.

            “I’m Adora.” The girl gave a hasty curtsy. She had unruly chestnut curls, green eyes, and tan skin heavily dusted with freckles.

            Katherine smiled warmly. “It is so nice to meet you. How old are you?”

            “I’m nine.” Adora responded proudly.

            “Ten.” Jason replied, holding up his fingers.

            “I’m eight.” Asta answered glumly. He clearly didn’t like being the youngest out of his friends.

            “Really, you are so big.” Katherine replied warmly.

            “I’m the strongest.” Asta insisted. “And one day, I’ll be bigger than Jason.”

            “Yeah, right!” Jason argued. “I’m two years older than you.”

            “Hey! I’m the strongest!” Adora put her hands on her hips defiantly.

            Katherine laughed, drawing their attention away from their bickering. “Would you like to join me for a meal?”

            “But we have this bread.” Adora answered, holding the loaf she had attempted to steal close.

            “Yes, but growing children need big meals so you can be healthy and strong.” Katherine explained. “You can save the bread for later or share it with the other kids at the orphanage.”

            “Lady Katherine has a valid point.” Jason remarked to his friends.

            “Are you certain, my Lady?” Karl asked uncomfortably.

            “Of course, I can’t send these children away without ensuring they have proper food.” Katherine explicated without hesitation.

            “I know a place we can go.” Deur chimed in.

            Deur escorted them to a family-friendly restaurant called Corvo. It wasn’t overly extravagant and seemed like an establishment for common folk; Katherine was glad to escape the opulence of Scogrian high society, even if only briefly. They sat at a large table and waited for service. Many eyes watched the orphans in particular. They were wondering why a Lady would bother to feed them.

            “What orphanage are you from?” Katherine asked.

            The children shared a look of confusion.

            “There is only one orphanage in Rigolerri.” Karl explained. “That is the Greybrick Orphanage.”

            “Oh!” Katherine’s face twisted with confusion. “That seems odd… I mean, Rigolerri is a huge city. Is the orphanage large?”

            Katherine’s question was met with silence. The children wouldn’t speak, but their eyes lowered to the ground. Katherine looked to Karl and Deur for answers.

            “The building is large, but there are many children.” Karl explained. “They used to have twenty mistresses for all the children, but I’ve heard they have less now. It is a nonprofit organization that requires donations, but not many are charitable in Rigolerri.”

            “Does the Temple help at all?” Katherine asked, distraught by what she was hearing.

            “We do.” Deur delineated. “However, the training and provisions of the Templars and the Morkulas are the Temple’s first priority.”

            Adora gasped. “You’re a Templar.”

            “I am.” Deur replied. “And Karl is a Royal Knight.” He motioned to Sir Moor.

            “Really?” Asta interjected. “I want to be a knight!”

            “You'll make a promising squire.”

            “What about you, Jason?” Katherine asked. “What do you want to be?”

            “A scholar.”

            “I want to be a knight too!” Adora chimed in eagerly.

            Deur opened his mouth to protest, but Katherine shot him a knowing look, and he went silent.

            Finally, a server came around. Everyone ordered their food. A few minutes later, piping hot meals were brought out.

            “We can really have all of this?” Asta gasped, practically drooling at the sight of the food.

            “Absolutely.” Katherine smiled.

            Adora and Asta wolfed down their food. Jason ate quickly but was also attempting to display proper table manners. They enjoyed each other’s company as they ate, giggling and laughing.

            After the meal, Katherine, Karl, and Deur escorted the children back to the orphanage. The children were thrilled to have the company and chatted happily along the way.

            They came upon the orphanage, which was as dull as its name implied. It was a large gray old building crafted of jagged stone. It also didn’t seem to be well maintained. Scrawny children in worn-out clothes ran around mostly unsupervised inside a large walled courtyard that appeared forgotten and overrun with weeds. It was so bleak outside that Katherine could only imagine the inside was worse. Twelve Mistresses took care of nearly three hundred children. Scogrys and the city of Rigolerri had abandoned this place long ago.

            “Will you come visit us?” Asta asked.

            “Quit being so childish.” Jason insisted. “She’s a Lady; I’m sure she has very important work to do.”

            “I am busy.” Katherine replied. “But I would love to visit you.”

            The three children were shocked, but only Adora voiced it. “Really?”

            “Really, really.” Katherine nodded. Her response made the children laugh. “Maybe I’ll even volunteer to help out around the orphanage.”

            The children shared a nervous look. They looked like they were afraid of getting in trouble. Were visitors or volunteers that uncommon?

            “What’s wrong?” Katherine asked.

            “It’s just that…” Asta began but drifted off, unsure how to finish his sentence or if he should.

            “Mistress Adelaide might not approve.” Jason explained.

            “We won’t know until we ask.” Katherine remarked. “The answer is always no if you never ask the question.”

            The children seemed skeptical when they heard Katherine’s words of wisdom.

            “You- You’ll be back, right?” Adora stammered.

            Katherine found this odd. They were such confident children despite their circumstances. That didn't make them any less vulnerable, afraid of being abandoned again. She could see the fear in their eyes as they dared to hope. Hope she had given them, and now she felt responsible for them.

            Katherine made an X over her heart. “I cross my heart.”

            Adora was still skeptical, but the boys were satisfied. They waved goodbye and went into the orphanage courtyard. Katherine kept waving to the children until they entered the actual building.

            “I didn’t know that you liked children?” Deur inquired as they turned to leave.

            They began to weave their way through the streets of Rigolerri. “I don’t.” Karl and Deur gave Katherine a doubtful look upon hearing her reply. “I don’t hate them either. I’m not going to be cruel; they’re still learning.”

            “So, you don’t plan on adopting them?” Karl asked bitterly.

            Katherine laughed dryly, hiding a bitter sadness in her eyes. “I would make a horrible parent.”

            “Then why bother?” Deur queried.

            “I couldn’t ignore them.” Katherine explained. “I couldn’t see them struggling to survive and walk away.” Katherine and these children weren’t so different. She often had to fend for and care for herself. If it weren’t for Matthias, she would have starved too. His home had been so different from hers; warm, welcoming, and full of love. His mother was so kind, and his little sister was annoying but adorable.

            “Is getting their hopes up any better?” Karl asked with a sharp undertone.

            “You have a point.” Katherine replied. “Maybe I am doing more harm than good. What I do know is that I would have regretted it for the rest of my life if I did nothing. Adopting those children won’t fix the problem. I want to do more than adopt them; I want to fix the system that neglected them.”

            Neither Deur nor Karl had anything to say after that.

            Deur, Katherine, and Karl returned to the Greybrick Orphanage a couple of days later. The children in the courtyard crowded around them. They didn’t see Jason, Asta, or Adora. They asked so many questions that Katherine and her escorts couldn’t keep up. They were kind to the children and even played with them a little until a Mistress came out to greet them.

            The Mistress had strawberry blonde hair, brown eyes, and olive-toned skin. She wore a plain black dress and had two braids on either side of her head.

            “H- hello.” The Mistress stammered. “I am Mistress Rose. Are you here to adopt a child?”

            “No, but I would be interested in volunteering.” Katherine answered.

            “Volunteer?” Mistress Rose wondered aloud, almost as if she had never heard that word before.

            “Yes, volunteer.” Katherine explained. “I can cook, clean, organize, or do anything else you might need.”

            “I don’t know if Mistress Adelaide would approve...” The Mistress's face became grim.

            “Is Mistress Adelaide your supervisor?”

            Mistress Rose nodded. “She oversees the Greybrick Orphanage.”

            “Mistress Adelaide still works here?” Karl asked, astonished.

            “Yes, she has worked here for nearly thirty years. Do you know her?”

            Karl shrugged and remained silent.

            “Could I speak to her?” Katherine asked. “Maybe I can convince her to allow us to volunteer.”

            “O- of course.” Mistress Rose did not protest but clearly didn’t expect things to go well.

            Mistress Rose guided the trio through the massive building. It was just as dreary on the inside as it was on the outside like Katherine had expected. There was little decoration, and it was so dusty that the air was hard to breathe. A glance around the facility proved how poor their financial situation was. They obviously needed more staff, but Katherine suspected that they lacked funding.

            They were brought to a humble office. A woman with greying brown hair tightly bound in a bun, hazel eyes, and pale wrinkling skin sat at a sturdy wooden desk within. Her lips were pressed into a thin line with a shrewd look in her eyes. Like Mistress Rose, she too wore a plain black dress.

            “Visitors.” The Mistress almost seemed annoyed.

            “Mistress Adelaide, our visitors would like to volunteer.” Mistress Rose explained.

            “Do you not wish to adopt?” Mistress Adelaid croaked with her ancient voice.

            Katherine shook her head.

            “Do you not wish to donate?”

            “I would like to donate my time.” Katherine offered with a gentle smile.

            “Your time would only get the children’s hopes up.” Mistress Adelaide replied apathetically.

            “You certainly have a point, Mistress Adelaide, but it looks like you could use the help.” Katherine maintained a polite countenance.

            “I won’t allow it.”

            “Can I ask why?” Katherine did her best to feign naivety. “I just want to help.”

            “You are well aware of how society treats these children, yet refuse to acknowledge how you can harm them.” Mistress Adelaide seemed fed up. “My Lady, if these children became accustomed to your treatment of them, they could be taken advantage of. Here we raise them to become strong; they learn how to survive. They cannot expect charity like those of a noble bloodline.” That last statement was meant to be a direct jab at Katherine.

            Katherine’s eyes flickered to Mistress Rose, who fidgeted nervously. It was clear that Mistress Adelaide was unmoving. Katherine had a sinking feeling that they were hiding something, but she remained calm and kept her suspicions a secret. They had tried to expunge her from the facility the moment she arrived... 

            “Of course, you are correct.” Katherine replied. “You have far more experience than I. This is embarrassing; I suppose I should go.” Katherine didn’t want Mistress Adelaide to know her mind; better to feign ignorance for now...

            “As you should be.” Mistress Adelaide quipped venomously before turning her attention to Mistress Rose. “Mistress Rose, please see our visitors out.” Mistress Adelaide commanded sternly.

            “Of course.” Mistress Rose didn’t hesitate when she replied to Mistress Adelaide. Perhaps it was Katherine’s imagination, but Mistress Rose seemed frightened of her supervisor.

            Mistress Rose began to escort them out when they suddenly heard a shout. “Lady Katherine!”

            It was Jason and Asta. They ran up to Katherine, but Adora wasn’t with them. It was odd because the trio seemed so inseparable. She had also expected them to be happy to see her as they sprinted up to her, but instead, they were verklempt.

            “What’s wrong?” Katherine asked.

            “Adora is sick, and they won’t let us see her!” Asta cried.

            “Sick? She seemed fine when we saw her?” Karl wondered aloud.

            “Is that normal?” Katherine questioned Mistress Rose.

            “Ah- yes, the children frequently get sick.” Mistress Rose explained with a pale face and dry lips. “We separate the sick children to prevent the illness from spreading.”

            “What exactly is wrong with Adora?”

            “I- I wouldn’t know. I would need to go to the infirmary to find out.” She hoped that her answer would be satisfactory.

            “All right, let’s go. I want to check on her before I leave now that I know she’s sick.”

            “W- we don’t allow visitors to the infirmary.”

            “I understand not allowing children into the infirmary. They’re growing, and their immune systems haven’t fully developed, but I don’t think adults would be a problem. Let’s go.”

            Mistress Rose opened her mouth, intending to protest, but nothing came out. She looked like she had been caught red-handed, but caught doing what?

            “Where is the infirmary?” Katherine asked Jason and Asta.

            Asta and Jason led the way through the Greybrick Orphanage. They came upon two wooden doors that were locked from the outside. Mistress Rose followed disapprovingly, but she had run out of excuses and couldn’t physically stop them.

            “In there…” Jason motioned to the door.

            “Karl, stay with the children. I don’t want them going in there.” Katherine said, then she turned to Mistress Rose. “Open it, or I’ll break it open.” Her voice shifted as she spoke to Mistress Rose, her patience wearing thin.

            Mistress Rose hastened to unlock and open the door. Karl remained with Jason and Asta while Deur and Katherine entered the infirmary with Mistress Rose. The smell hit Katherine first; it smelled of decay and defecation. Then as her eyes adjusted to the dark room, she could hear the buzzing of flies, coughing, and whimpers of pain. Then she saw the children. They lined the large room, crammed into small beds side by side. They were filthy gaunt, skeletal figures vaguely resembling children sitting in their own excrement.

            Katherine swallowed back her disgust and turned it into rage instead. “What the hell is this?” It was a rhetorical question, but her icy voice pierced Mistress Rose. “When children become sick, do you throw them in here to die? Are they even being treated?”

            “W- We can’t afford doctors to tend to every child, so we see to them ourselves.” Mistress Rose stammered.

            “Please, they’ve been abandoned.” Katherine barely whispered, not wanting the sickly children to hear.

            Katherine marched through the room. She looked for a familiar head of chestnut curls and the gleam of vibrant green eyes. The children watched her with sunken eyes and cracked lips. Adora wasn’t here…

            “Who are you?” A child asked.

            “My name is Katherine; can you help me?” Katherine questioned them gently, getting onto her knees to be at eye level.

            “How can we help?” Katherine was touched that they still wanted to help despite their condition.

            “Have you seen Adora? I was told she would be here.”

            “No, Adora wasn’t brought here.” A different child replied.

            Another chimed in. “I haven’t seen her in weeks.”

            “Oh, thank you so much.” Katherine then turned and lowered her voice so that only Mistress Rose could hear. “Don’t think you’ll get away with this. This organization will be held accountable.” Katherine gritted her teeth.

         She exited the infirmary with Deur and Mistress Rose at her back. “She’s not there.” Katherine announced more to herself than anyone else.

            “My Lady, I think you should hear this.” Sir Karl’s serious tone pulled Katherine from her grim thoughts. Karl had been speaking with the children. Jason and Asta looked frightened, like they would get in trouble.

            “What is it?”

            “It seems that children have been going missing from the orphanage for quite some time.” Karl answered with a pained expression.

            Mistress Rose replied hastily, but she was obviously lying. “Children run away all of the time. W- we hardly have the time or resources to search for them.”

            “I’ll give you one last chance to tell me the truth.” Katherine warned, her face like stone. “Cover your ears.” Katherine ordered the children. Her visible rage made them obey without hesitation.

            “We’ve been… We’ve been selling them...” Mistress Rose admitted, her face pale and lips trembling.

            A wave of shock crashed upon them. Katherine had to fight back her justified rage. She needed to remain calm and rational to get to the bottom of this. “Who have you been selling them to?” Katherine asked.

            Mistress Rose seemed shocked that Katherine even had to ask. “Baron Morvolo, of course.”

            “Was I supposed to have known that?” Katherine was outraged.

            “Baron Morvolo has a reputation for being… resourceful. He has friends in high places.” Karl disclosed.

            “But I thought slavery was illegal.”

            “It is, but the selling and trading of slaves still occurs in secret.” Karl answered. “Baron Morvolo’s contacts keep him out of trouble and allow him to continue his business.”

            “How long has this been going on?” Katherine interrogated Mistress Rose coldly.

            “Years.” Rose replied. “Most of the Mistresses are involved, though not all...”

            “It’s good to know that not all of you can compromise your morals.”

            “Mistress Adelaide pockets the largest cut of the money; I’ve always put my money back into the orphanage.” Rose clarified desperately. “As we started to lose funding, it was meant to ease the burden. It was never meant to go this far...”

            “We’ve got work to do.” Katherine said, turning to Deur and Karl.

            Sensing that something was happening, Jason and Asta removed their hands from their ears. “What’s going on? Where are you going?”

            “I’m going to get Adora.”

            They were stunned into silence.

            Katherine was prepared to march out of the Greybrick Orphanage, but she turned to look at Mistress Rose before she did. “If a single child is harmed while I’m away, I will hold you personally accountable.”

            Mistress Rose could tell by the venomous look in Katherine’s eyes that this wasn’t a threat but a promise. She didn’t know who this Lady was, but Katherine’s justified fury filled Rose with dread. Everything was going to change...

            When they got outside, Deur and Karl looked at Katherine. “What are you planning?” Deur asked, breaking the silence.

            “Retribution.” Katherine replied. “What do we know about Baron Morvolo?”

            “He’s a tradesman for the city.” Karl explicated. “That’s why he has so many powerful friends. He owns four properties in Rigolerri; the first is his estate which is in a residential area near the industrial heart of the city; the second is a patisserie that serves rare delicacies and is frequented by nobles, the third is a furniture shop that has antiques and rarities from across Zazzora, and the fourth is a large warehouse on the outskirts of the city where he stores many products.”

            “The warehouse.” Katherine stated after analyzing the information. “That’s where the slaves will be. It’ll be easier to hide them there without drawing attention. If we’re lucky, that’s where Adora will be. I hope we’re not too late.”

            “What’s the plan?” Deur asked. “Are we going to rescue Adora and the slaves?”

            “We aren’t only going to free the slaves; we’re going to get evidence of the Baron’s illegal activities. We’ll apprehend everyone involved and turn them in. If we find what we need, they won’t be able to deny the amount of evidence we have. If I have to, I’ll bring it before King Warrick myself.”

            “How are we going to do that?” Karl asked.

            “Me.” Katherine pointed at herself rather confidently. “Heroine and powerful Thaumaturge. Two spells, in particular, should be able to help us in this endeavor, Mist of Dreams and Dream Step. Mist of Dreams puts them to sleep, and Dream Step makes it hard to hear and see us. If we do happen to wake them up, it would be best to do so after we’ve tied them up or freed the slaves, whatever is easier.”

            “What kind of evidence should we be looking for?” Deur asked.

            “That’s a good question… I don’t know.” Katherine admitted.

            Karl sighed. “I have an idea...”

            It didn’t take long for them to locate Lord Morvolo’s warehouse since kind pedestrians were happy to help them. The warehouse was absurdly large in a secluded area on the city’s outskirts. It had two floors with a suspicious number of guards, even if Baron Morvolo did specialize in luxury items. Beyond the warehouse was the countryside of Scogrys. It was good that they were going to attempt this as a stealth mission because going in hot would have been difficult, especially without knowing the internal layout of the building.

            “Okay, we need to handle the outside guards first.” Katherine explained. “If we hide them, they won’t draw attention from the other guards. While sleeping or missing guards might draw suspicion, it shouldn’t raise the alarm.”

            “What makes you so sure?” Deur questioned uncertainly.

            “Hours of video game experience.” Katherine replied nonchalantly.

            “What is that?” Karl asked.

            “There is not enough time to explain.”

            “I fail to see how any kind of game would help you learn strategy.” Deur remarked.

            “There are all kinds of games that help you learn strategy, like Chess or Poker.” Katherine replied, a little embarrassed and frustrated. “Do you have any better ideas? Time is of the essence.”

            “You plan on using the spell Mist of Dreams; if you cast it on a large area, it will knock everyone in that area out.” Deur explained. “You’re pretty powerful, so I’m sure it would be easy for you.”

            “Yeah, but I still need to get in there first.”

            “Some Thaumaturges can cast an area of effect spell without being within that area.”

            “I’ve never done that before!”

            “Well, try; many types of mana manipulation are possible with focus and a bit of imagination.”

            “Fine, I’ll try.” Katherine huffed in frustration. “But I can’t make any promises on the spell’s quality or if I'll be able to attempt it again if it fails.”

            Katherine took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She focused on the warehouse’s tall stone walls; she pictured it in great detail in her mind’s eye. When she had a clear image of it, she envisioned a white sphere encircling it; she had the sphere go deep into the ground to include any potential basement. When she had a clear image, she began to chant the spell:

“I summon mist pure and light

It creeps low and quiet

Envelopes all in white

As you inhale, you’ll requite

With the mist billows dreams

Under closed eyes, minds teem.”

            As Katherine chanted, she could feel the electrical charge of mana ripple through her body, swelling outward into the air. She imagined the sphere slowly filling with sparkling translucent mist. The mist swirled inside the white sphere until it was filled entirely.

            In the distance, they could see the glistening droplets of mist as it settled upon the warehouse. It did not entirely match what Katherine had imagined; the mist was less visible and more vaporous. The guards started falling or sliding to the ground. You could hear the guards breathing deeply or snoring as they approached the warehouse. It seemed that Katherine’s spell had been remarkably effective.

            “In Artaxerxes’ name! I didn’t realize she was that strong.” Sir Karl was baffled. “I thought she was bluffing.”

            “Oh, now that our little experiment is over, I still have enough mana to do this.” Katherine put one hand on Deur’s shoulder and the other on Karl’s. “Dream Step.” They became vitreous, making it hard for them to be seen and muffling their movements. Usually, this spell wouldn't have been beneficial because they are still visible; if anyone focused on them too much, they could be seen and heard clearly. “They might be asleep, but we don’t want to wake them.” Since everyone was asleep, they didn't need to worry about attention being on them or their strength of will.

            “I’m amazed you didn’t try to put a stronger slumber on them.” Deur seemed genuinely surprised.

            “I wanted to put them to sleep, not in a coma.”

            They fanned out and searched the warehouse. They searched for evidence of nefarious activities, illegal goods, proof of smuggling, and any indication of where the slaves were kept. They had to be quiet, but this was easier than actively sneaking around, trying to be aware of multiple moving adversaries, and redirecting the attention of the guards. They maneuvered carefully, making sure not to trip or knock anything over. The ground level didn’t have anything that appeared suspicious; most of the boxes seemed to have legitimate products in them.

            They managed to find an office on the warehouse's second floor. It had all kinds of paperwork in it. Karl grew frustrated as they dug through the numerous forms. They shuffled through the desk and file cabinets but couldn’t find the required evidence. They could still free the slaves without it, but Baron Morvolo and his cohorts wouldn’t face justice and would likely scramble to replace their valuable supply causing turmoil in the streets.

            “Stay calm.” Katherine whispered, earning a glare from Karl. “I’ve got an idea.” Katherine put two fingers to her temple, and her eyes began to glow bright blue.

            “What kind of spell is that?” Karl asked as Katherine began to look around the office.

            “I call it X-Ray.” Katherine replied as she carefully examined the office. “I made it myself.”

            “How powerful does a Thaumaturge have to be to do that? To make their own spells?” Karl questioned Deur.

            Deur shrugged. “Incredibly skilled or remarkably imaginative.”

            “There.” Katherine pointed to a painting. “Also, I’m a prodigy with an unparalleled imagination.” Honestly, Katherine just thought of superheroes from the popular comic books and graphic novels back home. She considered explaining the concept of comic books and superheroes but decided it was too complicated.

            The painting was a portrait of Lord Morvolo himself. In his painting, he had short black hair, a goatee with a handlebar mustache, grey eyes, and pale skin. He was depicted wearing extravagant clothing and appeared to be quite dashing. Katherine grabbed the painting and pulled it away from the wall. Deur and Karl had expected it to clatter to the floor, but instead, it swung open like a door.

            Behind the painting was a safe; it was totally cliché, but it had prevented them from locating what they needed. The safe, however, required a combination. Deur and Karl looked at Katherine, expecting her to have another spell up her sleeve.

            “What? Don’t look at me.” Katherine retorted. “I can neither confirm nor deny the idea of creating a lockpicking spell, but this is a combination lock…” They looked at her with anticipation. “A combination lock is too complicated. I could get in trouble with the temple for the misuse of magic. I might be blasphemous, but I’m not stupid.”

            Deur opened his mouth to retort, but no sound came out. Then he shrugged and nodded; he couldn’t exactly fault Katherine for her rationale.

            Karl sighed. “I’ve got it.” Karl put her ear to the safe and began listening for the click of the correct number. “This could take a while…”

            “I’m not so sure about that.” Katherine put a hand on Karl’s shoulder and said. “Speed.” She couldn’t have them wasting time. Mist of Dreams had bought them four to six hours, but she didn’t know what she would need her mana for next. She had been casting a series of minor spells, but if they encountered any enemies who had somehow resisted, she would need to be combat-ready.

            Suddenly, Karl began to check the numbers with unimaginable speed. In no time, they had discovered the correct combination and opened the door to the safe.

            Karl and Deur shot Katherine a dubious look. “What? My spell helped them crack the safe. If Karl weren’t already competent with the task, it wouldn’t have worked- Well, it would have, but the safe would still be locked. All I did was give Karl’s brain and body a little boost like a shot of caffeine.”

            Inside the safe were a series of notebooks and papers. Karl scrutinized them. After a few moments, they finally spoke. “This is the evidence we need.”

            “Great, now where are they holding the slaves?”

            “According to these documents, they are in a basement of some kind. It must be hidden because we didn’t find it during our initial search.”

            “Try using that strange spell... X-Ray.” Deur suggested.

            Katherine did as he asked and put two fingers to her temple. With glowing blue eyes, Katherine searched the warehouse again. She found a ladder that was hidden beneath a massive wooden crate.

            “There.” Katherine maneuvered quietly to the box, careful of her footing. “Under this box. Help me move it.”

            Deur, Karl, and Katherine all attempted to push the box out of the way, but no matter how hard they struggled, they couldn’t get it to budge. Finally, they tried to open the crate to see why it was so heavy but couldn’t. That’s when they noticed tiny hinges on one side of the container. It was a permanent fixture artfully disguised as an ordinary crate to not draw attention.

            Inside the faux crate was a metal hatch that opened to the basement below. They listened to see if they could hear anyone or see any movement. They didn’t hear anything, but they still needed to be careful.

            “I’ll go first.” Katherine said. “If any guards are awake, I’ll try using Mist of Dreams to put them back to sleep. If the coast is clear, I’ll knock on the ladder.”

            “That’s not safe.” Karl insisted. “I should go.”

            “You’ll risk waking everyone up. Mist of Dreams will be broken on anyone in earshot if you get into a loud fight. Dream Step makes us quiet, not our surroundings or interactions with other people.” Katherine expounded. “If things go wrong, we’ll have to protect the slaves and fight our way out of here. That will be hard for only three people even if the slaves help; they’re unarmed; I don't want to imagine the number of casualties. We need to keep things calm and quiet.”

            Karl made a frustrated grunt of acknowledgment. Deur and Karl still didn't look very pleased about the situation but acquiesced since Katherine had a point.

            “Guys, I’ve got this.” Katherine reassured with a confident smile.

            With that, Katherine began her cautious descent down the ladder. Every few rungs, she would pause and listen to ensure she didn’t hear any voices or detect any signs of movement. This made her climb a long and tense ordeal.

            Lanterns dimly lit the basement. The guards were asleep, so she didn’t have to worry about recasting her spell. Katherine was glad that her spell worked down here, the spere she imagined had gone into the ground, but she hadn’t known there was a basement. Perhaps it was luck or fate; either way, this made their task easier. Large metal cages contained all kinds of dirty and thin children who were soundly asleep. The slaves varied in age, but they were all fairly young. They wore thin, filthy rags that didn’t do much to protect them from their dark and dingy environment. They were bound in chains at their hands and feet, chafing their tiny limbs. Their fragile bodies were covered in bruises, but their captors had been careful not to cause permanent damage to their bodies or faces.

            Katherine signaled the all-clear; Deur and Karl didn’t take long to join her in the basement. She pulled the keys from whom she could only assume was the supervisor of this prison; he had this enormous ring of fifty or sixty keys.

            They went one cage at a time. They woke the slaves inside and freed them from their chains. They gave directions in hushed whispers. Katherine released the slaves, Karl helped the weaker slaves up the ladder, and Deur tallied the ones outside of the warehouse. Some slaves were orphans; others were peasants or the children of lesser nobles who lacked the wealth and connections necessary for protection. They eventually created an assembly line.

            Finally, Katherine found Adora. Her chestnut curls were in unkempt tangles. Her body was covered in dark blue bruises; she had fought her captors with all the might her little body could muster. Katherine gently shook her awake. Adora’s green eyes snapped open; she was frightened until she realized that Katherine was there.

            Before Adora could ask any questions, Katherine put a finger to her own lips, signaling for her to be quiet. Then she removed the shackles from Adora’s delicate wrists and ankles as Adora took in what was happening around her. The slaves were being freed. Once freed, they made a line that silently led to the first floor and followed the assembly line.

            “Follow them.” Katherine whispered. “Stay as quiet as possible. Don’t wake the guards.” When Katherine saw Adora’s hesitation, Katherine smiled softly and added. “Don’t worry; once I help the others, I’ll be right behind you.”

            There was much risk involved in the operation. Katherine had to recast Mist of Dreams at least one other time. The slaves were barefoot, so their footsteps didn't make much sound. However, one child had tripped over a guard; thankfully, that occurred in the basement so Katherine could act quickly without raising the alarm.

           Afterward, they turned over the evidence they had collected to the Royal Knights. Just as Katherine said, they had brought in so much irrefutable proof that the King couldn’t ignore the situation.

            Baron Morvolo might not have been a high-ranking Scogrian noble, but uprooting his slave trade caused quite a political stir. Peasants and orphans weren’t the only victims, but so too were the Lesser Nobles. The slavers kidnapped pretty children from poor or weak families, commoner and noble alike. There had been complaints and cries for justice that went unanswered due to their class.

            Baron Morvolo was stripped of his title, wealth, and properties. King Warrick made an example of him; he was charged with treason and was sent to prison for life. His justice was swift, but his cohorts were tried more slowly. The nobles who bought slaves were forced to release them, but only if it could be proven that they were slaves. They lost their titles if they did not have enough property or land to seize. These nobles were slapped with a hefty fine, and if they could not pay this fine, their property was held until the debt was recovered. The penalties varied depending on the number of slaves they had and their level of participation in the slave trade. Nobles who resisted were charged with treason and sent to prison too, where they remained until their fines were paid, and if taking everything from them did not cover their dues, they would remain indefinitely.

            This created many vacancies at court, a power vacuum that desperately needed to be filled. Nobles and wealthy commoners clamored to fill this void, but the Royal Family took their time. The imbalance in power benefitted them and allowed them to appoint titles and land to those they deemed loyal. It also allowed King Warrick to seem benevolent, despite what to Katherine appeared to be deliberate inaction. This upheaval among the nobles had only just begun and would take years to settle.

            There was a public outcry from the peasants and Lesser Nobles for Lady Katherine Holder to be rewarded for her efforts. Overnight, she became a celebrity and was adopted as a symbol for the people of Scogrys. Chateau Vetiver, Baron Morvolo’s personal estate, was given to Katherine along with a large sum of gold as recompense.

            The only reason that the King didn’t give Katherine a title was that she would be formally welcomed as a Hero during an important celebration in the future, which would be her title. Since all the Human Nations had come together to summon her, they had to wait for the foreign dignitaries to arrive.

            Katherine was displeased to have a large estate in the middle of Rigolerri. With owning such a large estate came the responsibilities of managing it and hiring workers to help manage it. With such a public image came the responsibility of preserving it and acknowledging how it affected her supporters. Most would have been thrilled to not only receive such recognition but to be rewarded for it.

            Chateau Vetiver was large, but most nobles would have considered it small and insignificant. There was the main house that had three floors and a dungeon. There were many rooms, sitting rooms, bedrooms, dining rooms, studies, and a vast library. There was a two-floor guest house; then there was a smaller annex for the servants, like a dormitory. These buildings shared a courtyard but had their own separate kitchens and other facilities capable of operating independently if Katherine wished. There was also a small training area for practicing archery, swordsmanship, and dueling. The buildings were of a neoclassical design, as was standard throughout many noble households in Scogrys, though it was a pale imitation of Jinzedra.

            Chateau Vetiver was far from Katherine’s ideal home. She would have preferred something small and quaint, with modern plumbing, far from civilization, and maybe a small garden. The last thing she wanted was a mansion. She couldn’t exactly refuse it either; the people pushed for her to get this reward, and the King acquiesced to appease them.

            Karl, Deur, and Aricella had been ordered to move in with Katherine. She knew it was to keep tabs on her and ensure she didn’t cause any significant trouble. They were going to move into the guest building, but Katherine assured them that she would rather have them in the main house. She found it unsettling for such a large home to be so quiet and empty. There were servants, of course, but it wasn’t the same.

            Before she even got the chance to settle in, Katherine had to start hiring servants. Since she was popular with the peasants and lower nobles, she had many applications, too many... She sat down, and with some help from her companions, she made a list of interview questions.

            For several days, people were in and out of the Chateau trying to get a job. The interview process was long and tedious. After interviewing fifty or more people a day for over a week, Katherine was exhausted. The major roles, such as Butler, Head Housekeeper, and Chef, were given to lesser nobles, Francis Marsh, Regina Alcott, and Maxum Fridman. The rest of the servants and guards were peasants. Some were even children from the Greybrick Orphanage who had aged out of the facility.

            Mr. Marsh happened to overhear Katherine expressing her concern about the foreign dignitaries coming to Rigolerri. He mentioned having a friend who hailed from Guzeltir and was a merchant of sorts; this friend had also been on a list of advisors the King supplied Katherine after their negotiations. They had connections across Zazzora and would be an excellent financial and cultural advisor, but Katherine had been procrastinating on making her decision. Mr. Marsh’s reassurance was what she needed to request a meeting with this merchant.

            Even after hiring two dozen staff members, selling, and replacing furniture, purchasing comfortable and suitable uniforms for her staff, and making Chateau Vetiver comfortable for Katherine, people kept suggesting that she make her own family crest and start her own knightage. The crest seemed more of a necessity so that she was easily identifiable; she also thought it was better than waiting for the King to come up with a lame one that was likely to be over-embellished. She felt that a knightage, even a small one, was excessive.

            One day, Katherine was doodling on some parchment in the library while Aricella was trying to read a book but kept getting interrupted by Katherine to review her doodles. At first, it was simply a minor annoyance to Aricella, but it quickly became irritating.

            “Would you please let an intellectual read in peace?” Aricella huffed in frustration.

            “Jeez, Ari.” Katherine retorted. “If it bothered you so much, you should have said so.”

            “Ari, is that a nickname?”

            Katherine nodded.

            “I feel like openly reading a book should be the only indicator needed to show my disinterest in conversation.” Aricella protested as she looked at the fifth doodle that Katherine had made. “What is that?”

            “A black cat.”

            “Is it sitting on a chaise?”

            “No, it’s a crescent moon.”

            “I would consider hiring a professional artist...” Ari quipped unenthusiastically.

            “Are you saying that you don’t like my art?”

            “Art is not the correct word to identify this…”

            Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. That’s when Francis came in; he was wearing his crisp black Butler suit and had his strawberry blonde shoulder-length hair pulled back into a ponytail. “Pardon me, Lady Holder, but you have a visitor.”

            “Really, who?” Katherine asked eagerly.

            “Abraham Casidhe, the merchant from Guzeltir.” Francis replied.

            “Your merchant friend?”

            Francis nodded politely.

            “Cool, take him to the sitting room, and I’ll be right there.”

            With that, Francis left to tend to the visitor.

            “Don’t tarry on my behalf.” Aricella insisted, eager for the peace to follow Katherine's departure.

            “Aw, Ari, I know you’ll miss me, but alas, duty calls.” Katherine jested dramatically as if they were star-crossed lovers destined to be torn apart, and with that, Katherine went to the sitting room to meet her guest.

            Francis had already escorted her guest into the sitting room. The main house of Chateau Vetiver had multiple sitting rooms for reasons that Katherine couldn’t understand, though she supposed it could have been for entertaining large quantities of guests. However, there was a sitting room that she preferred the most. It had a blue theme and was full of elegant chaises and armchairs. It also had incredible natural light and a pleasant view of the courtyard.

            The man standing before her wore Scogrian clothing that flattered his dark skin; he had cropped, short black hair and honey-brown eyes. He gave her a charming smile and a courteous bow. “Abraham Casidhe, at your service.”

            Katherine responded with a proper and graceful Scogrian bow due to her lack of skirts. “Lady Katherine Holder.”

            He took her pale hand and placed a gentle kiss on the back. “It is an honor to meet you.” His gesture was suave. “Though I must admit, I am curious. Are the rumors true?”

            “That depends. What are the rumors saying?” Katherine giggled.

            “Some rumors say that you are a vile and immoral woman. Others say that you single-handedly shut down the slave trade in Rigolerri. Or that you’re a dangerous Thaumaturge that should be locked up in a Morkula. I could go on.”

            “That’s a little exaggerated.” Katherine admitted with a laugh. “You could say I’m immoral by Scogrian standards, so that’s not entirely untrue. While I did shut down the slave trade in the capital, I did have the help of a Templar and a Knight. I am a Thaumaturge, and I’ve been told I’m incredibly skilled. I’m only dangerous when faced with obnoxious levels of stupidity.” She looked perturbed when she spoke the last sentence.

            This made Abraham laugh as he took a seat, and Katherine joined him by sitting on a separate chaise. “You’re certainly honest. Scogrys isn’t exactly known for its independent women. I can see why it would be hard to adjust to.”

            “Not only do they hate that the Hero they summoned was a woman, but they hate that I’m not an obedient one. But you make it sound like not all countries are like that?”

            “Not all.” Abraham explained. “My home country Guzeltir treats men and women as equals. Marevalsig is a matriarchal society, so the women are in charge and have the most power.”

            Katherine gasped. “Really, that almost gives me hope for this world. I kind of wish Scogrys wasn’t sponsoring me; it has certainly been a hassle. Always having to prove myself, always facing looming questions of impropriety or blasphemy.”

            “Well, you are in a unique position, and they attempt to keep you under control.” Abraham answered. “Scogrys would have preferred to keep you tethered to them, especially the King. They have essentially been forced to give you your own means, autonomy if you will, due to the events surrounding Baron Morvolo. There will be foreign delegates arriving from the Human Nations soon. They will be vying for your favor. Scogrys doesn’t want to lose what little authority that they have over you.”

            “It almost sounds like I have more political pull than the King.” Katherine sounded almost hopeful.

            Abraham nodded. “You are in a powerful but precarious position. You’ve caused quite a stir. The nobles have turned against each other. There has always been a rift between the higher and lesser nobles, but you are the catalyst that caused the separation to grow significantly. You’ve made many allies and enemies by unintentionally creating this power imbalance. You have plenty of servants and guards, but have you considered making your own knightage?”

            “It’s been suggested.” Katherine admitted. “However, I wouldn’t know where to begin. I also thought it was a little excessive. It makes me uncomfortable that men would willingly swear to live and die for me.”

            “You should reconsider.”

            “Oh?”

            “It is wise never to appear vulnerable in the world of politics; you never know what kind of predator might be lying in wait for the perfect opportunity to strike.” Abraham explained. “Some free knights are looking for a proper master to serve. I would start there. If you get four or five knights to pledge themselves to you, you can get squires to serve under them. I assume immigrants won’t be a problem.”

            “Not at all.”

            “Good, that opens up some doors.” Then he changed the subject. “Have you started investing?”

            “I’ve only invested in Lady Exeter’s salon and in funding the Greybrick Orphanage.”

            “Charity is good; it will keep your image out of the mud regardless of rumors. But I recommend you branch out; you don’t want your eggs in one basket.”

            “Do you have any advice?”

            “Well, what interests you?”

            “Entrepreneurship and supporting small businesses.”

            “Fledgling businesses, bold but risky.” He paused for a moment and examined Katherine’s clothes. She was wearing pants and a unique T-shirt that Galena had made. Under normal circumstances, she would have worn proper Scogrian attire to greet guests, but she didn't want to keep Abraham waiting. “What unusual clothing you're wearing.”

            “Oh, this?” She motioned to her shirt. “I explained some of the clothes I liked to wear back home to Lady Galena, and she made this for me. I feel comfortable wearing clothes that I’m used to.”

            “Did you sell her these designs?”

            Katherine shook her head.

            “That’s a shame; you could have patented it and made some money. I’ll get you in touch with Artisans who can craft inventions and designs for you; they’ll also help you with your crest.” Katherine was pleasantly surprised by his initiative. “If you have any good ideas, I’ll draft a contract. We could make a great deal of money together.”

            “Don’t worry; I miss plenty of things from my home.” Katherine smiled. Abraham was incredibly knowledgeable and charming. She was impressed. “I’ll be sure to read the contracts closely.”

            This made Abraham laugh again. “I’m quite impressed; you’re not whom I had expected. With the rumors around, I couldn’t decide if you were a villainess or a heroine.”

            “Well, what's the verdict?” Katherine was curious. “Hero or villain?”

            “I know better than to believe rumors, but I had expected to at least find a woman conforming to Scogrian culture the best she could. Instead, I find a tigress who doesn’t intend to change her stripes.” He smirked.

            “Does that mean you’re interested in becoming my formal advisor?”

            “I couldn't possibly pass up such a unique opportunity.”

            “You seem incredibly well connected.”

            Abraham chuckled. “Yes, you could say that. Let’s say that I specialize in trading more than merchandise.”

            “Like information?” While he did not confirm or deny her question, he did give her a cheeky grin. “Could you find someone for me?”

            “You’ve read that contract two times already.” Abraham chuckled from his seat in Katherine’s study.

            “Third time’s the charm.” Katherine replied, then scribbled notes with her quill onto a scrap of parchment. On this scrap of parchment, she had a list of pros and cons. There were undoubtedly more pros than cons, and she had to be considerate of Abraham’s business. “I want five percent of the proceeds to go to the Greybrick Orphanage.”

            “You’re certain?”

            “I’m positive.”

            “Very well, I’ll have that added to the contract and brought to you at a later date.” Abraham stood and collected the contract, carefully rolling it up and putting it inside a wooden container.

            There was a knock on the door, and Katherine bid them to enter. In came a maid named Zoe. She was seventeen, and Katherine found her particularly chipper and bright. “My Lady, I was asked to bring you the mail.”

            Katherine sighed as she looked at the mountain of letters that Zoe had brought. “Thanks, Zoe.”

            “It’s so exciting! You’re the talk of high society.” Zoe replied blithely with a contagious grin.

            “That’s one way of looking at it. I wish I were half as optimistic as you, Zoe.” Katherine replied, already exhausted, not from Zoe’s vibrant demeanor but from the mass of letters. “You can go; I’ll sort through this…”

            Katherine began to sort through the mail as Zoe left, leaving her alone with Abraham again. She sorted it by the mail she had to respond to and the mail she didn’t. Most of it was invitations to social events. She did receive a letter from Lady Exeter requesting to schedule a fitting for the parade. Thankfully, she received nothing from the Royal Family, but she also received a letter from a crest that she couldn’t place.

            “Abe, do you recognize this crest?”  Katherine asked, handing him the letter sealed in wax.

            He took one look at the crest on the envelope and said. “This isn’t a Scogrian crest. This is the crest of the Marevallan Royal Advisor Kefira Lachlan.”

            “So, she’s one of the foreign dignitaries visiting for my debut?”

            “Yes.”

            “I thought I still had a little more time.” Katherine was a little confused. “Aren’t they here early?”

            “They most definitely are. It can take several weeks to travel from the jungles of Marevalsig to Scogrys.” Abe explained. “It is likely that Lady Lachlan left soon after they received word that a Heroine had been summoned. They were probably ecstatic that you were a woman and wanted to meet you right away. Lady Lachlan is logical and astute; we must be on our toes when meeting her.” He returned the letter to Katherine.

            Katherine eagerly opened the letter. The letter briefly introduced Lady Lachlan and invited her over to enjoy tea in Rhosarir. Katherine was excited and wondered what type of woman Lady Lachlan would be.

            Two days later, Abraham accompanied Katherine to Rhosarir. They wore elegant but modest clothes, thinking it would be best to play it safe. They arrived at the palace in a beautiful black carriage with a professionally crafted crest proudly displayed on it. Katherine’s crest was a black cat sitting on a silver crescent moon. The design was simple but immaculate. The black cat’s long tail wrapped majestically around the crescent moon; its silhouette sat attentively, its head cocked slightly as if waiting for something.

            Katherine and Abraham were guided by the servants of Rhosarir to a sitting room where they had prepared a small dining table. Inside the room was a beautiful and extravagant woman. She had long black braids, flawless olive-toned skin dusted with freckles, and striking hazel eyes behind spectacles. She wore a bright Vedic-styled saree. Her black locks were partially tied back with a head wrap. She looked impeccable and wise.

            Katherine greeted Lady Lachlan with a proper Scogrian curtsy. “It is an honor to meet you, Lady Lachlan.”

            “Lady Holder!” Lady Lachlan rose to greet them. “The honor is all mine.” Lady Lachlan gave the Marevallan variant of a curtsy.

            When Katherine noticed Lady Lachlan’s attention turn to Abraham, she introduced him. “This is Abraham Casidhe, my Cultural Advisor; I hope you don’t mind him joining us.”

            Abraham gave a suave bow. “I am honored to meet the wise and loyal advisor of Queen Vartan.”

            “A cultural advisor?” Lady Lachlan laughed. “He should be a flattery advisor. He is more than welcome to stay.”

            Abraham and Katherine laughed as they took their seats. They sat at a small table with an already assembled tea set, but the servants had to prepare an additional location for Abraham since they hadn’t anticipated his attendance. The servants served the tea and cookies quickly after.

            “I’ve prepared tea from my homeland. First Flush Darjeeling tea is light and sweet.” Lady Lachlan explained. “These are Nankhatai; they are cookies made with flour, ghee, cardamom powder, and sugar.”

            “Sounds wonderful.” Katherine grabbed her teacup, careful to abide by the rules of polite society. The tea smelled of flowers, tasted sweet, and wasn’t very bitter at all. The Nankhatai was crisp on the outside, but the center was soft; it crumbled and melted in Katherine’s mouth, releasing the taste of cardamom. “Wow, that’s delicious.”

            “I know.” Lady Lachlan smiled. “Marevalsig is steeped in rich culture and tradition.”

            Lady Lachlan began to regale Katherine with tales of powerful women throughout the history of Marevalsig. She spoke of the beauty and treachery of the jungle. She spoke of women being valued for beauty, strength, wisdom, and adaptability. Men were regarded as overly emotional and relied too heavily on brute strength. Women held the political, financial, and social power in Marevallan culture, and were allowed to have consorts, do business, and marry whom they wished. Slavery was common practice, and a good slave was highly valued.

            Hearing it from Lady Lachlan made Marevalsig sound like paradise. While Katherine was certainly impressed by a culture built by women for women, there were dark cracks and imperfections. In this culture, men were oppressed, basically second-class citizens. This made Katherine long for the equality of Guzeltir. While Marevalsig was amazing, she didn’t think they would be the best sponsor to take over in the place of Scogrys.

            “Actually, I have a gift for you.” Lady Lachlan said, then nodded to the servants. Marevallan servants had taken over for the Scogrian ones during their discussion; the transition occurred so smoothly that Katherine hadn’t noticed. This seemed deliberate and made Katherine nervous.

            Abraham and Katherine shared a look of silent trepidation. “I am honored that you thought of me.” Katherine smiled, easily hiding her true feelings.

            “The gift is not from me, but from my Queen.” The Royal Advisor replied.

            That’s when they brought in a man in plain Vedic clothes. He was strikingly handsome, tall, lean with unerring ivory skin, a beauty mark next to his left eye, and long wavy black hair that fell to the middle of his back. He had pale blue eyes that stared vacantly ahead that a keen observer would have noticed did not take in the world around him. His chains might not have been visible, but they were present. It was clear by his docile mannerisms that he was a slave.

            “This is her majesty’s most precious slave.” Lady Lachlan explained, and Katherine’s face drained of color. “He’s blind, but he is a Louvandre, so he has heightened senses and is incredibly strong. He doesn’t need constant supervision; his heightened senses make him capable of moving outside though he does need some help while indoors. He is an alpha at that, which means that not only can he turn into a wolf, but he can also turn into their more monstrous form as well. He is a gorgeous creature well versed in the art of pleasure and has been trained by Lady Ida Bodere, the very best.” Lady Lachlan watched Katherine closely as she spoke. “The Louvandre lose their senses on the night of the full moon, but that shouldn’t be an issue. I hear that Chateau Vetiver has a dungeon that will suffice during the moon’s madness.”

            “Could I talk to my advisor privately for a moment?” Katherine asked breathlessly, struggling to maintain her polite demeanor.

            “Of course, take as long as you like.” Lady Lachlan replied with a subtly sinister smirk.

            With that, Abraham and Katherine rose and privately discussed the situation in the hall. As soon as they left the room, Katherine’s composure crumbled.

            “What the fuck?” Katherine said in a barely hushed whisper. “What was that?”

            “Remain calm.” Abraham was as calm and as charming as ever. “This is clearly a test.”

            “Great, I love tests.” Katherine’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

            “They probably prepared him as a gift before your recent adventure.” Abraham delineated. “You have a very public stance against slavery, so accepting this gift will damage your reputation if it gets out. You would lose a lot of the support that you’ve built. If you accept him, it will mean accepting Marevalsig as well; it will also serve to show the Royal Advisor who you really are, exposing a potential weakness.”

            “What happens to him if I refuse?” Katherine asked with a furrowed brow.

            “He’ll be sold to another master.” Abraham replied offhandedly. “If they believe he’s losing value, they’ll kill him.”

            Their eyes met in a moment of silence. Abraham saw the pensive look in Katherine’s eyes as she slowly reached a conclusion.

            “You aren’t honestly considering accepting him, are you?” Abraham protested in frustration. “You’ll jeopardize everything we’ve been working towards.”

            “I can’t do nothing.” Katherine retorted desperately. “I can’t turn my back on suffering. He could die…”

            Abraham sighed. “I can’t believe this.”

            “Couldn’t I free him?”

            “You think freeing him and sending him on his way will fix things?” Abraham’s frustration intensified. “We don’t know how long he’s been a slave; he might not know any other way of life, and you would take that from him!”

            “That’s not what I mean.” Katherine rushed to explain, stopping herself before her voice got too loud and returning to a whisper. “We can free him; then he can become a squire or something; we can help him learn to make a living. I won’t cast him out into the streets, leaving him to figure things out alone.” There was a moment of silence as Abraham reflected on her words. “Can we do it? Can we free him?”

            “It’s not impossible.” Abraham admitted hesitantly against his better judgment; his lips pressed into a tight line. “It depends on the contract. Honestly, I don’t have high hopes if he once belonged to the Queen. They take slave contracts very seriously in Marevalsig.”

            Katherine and Abraham may have stepped out of the room, but the slave could still hear them. They didn’t know just how incredible the hearing of a Louvandre was; this slave had learned to hide his powerful hearing, but it was a valuable tool in survival. He only had to focus to drown out the background noise and other conversations. He knew that being rejected by his new owner would cost him his life, and Queen Vartan had grown bored of him. His new master might not be rejecting him now, but if he proves to be too much of a burden, he was certain to be cast aside. He needed to prove his worth; being blind didn’t stop him from being a capable servant or lover.

            Abraham and Katherine returned to Lady Lachlan. Like a fierce lioness, Lady Lachlan was watching them closely from behind her spectacles. Her face was composed, but her eyes were excited and amused even; she desperately wanted to know Katherine’s decision.

            “It is such a thoughtful gift; I’m honored.” Katherine gave a proper curtsy to highlight her appreciation.

            “I’ll be sure to tell my Queen.” Lady Lachlan smiled slyly. “Don’t worry. My servants and I are quite discreet; we’ll have the contract transferred and delivered to you promptly. I should let you go and enjoy your gift.” Lady Lachlan’s last sentence was sexually suggestive and made Katherine blush.

            “My Lady, it is an honor to serve you.” The slave bowed elegantly to Katherine.

            His movements were so graceful that they rendered Katherine breathless. “Let me escort you to my carriage.” Katherine said, eager to leave the lion's den.

            “You don’t need to do that, Lady Holder.” Lady Lachlan responded upon hearing the exchange. “I can have a servant escort him for you.” Her tone made it sound like he was luggage.

            “We’ll be spending a lot of time together from now on.” Katherine explained. “We might as well get to know each other.” Katherine pretended to appear thrilled by her new gift, conveying an eagerness to enjoy her new possession. It was best to play along while under the lion’s watchful gaze.

            Lady Lachlan laughed impishly. “I suppose you’re right.”

            Katherine looped her arm around the slave’s and began to escort him out. Abraham followed behind. The walk to the carriage was awkward, but Katherine felt it necessary to be silent to ensure they weren’t overheard. She was determined to escape this confining situation. Lady Lachlan was an artful schemer and politician; Katherine was disappointed that she had played into Lady Lachlan’s hands. There was no way to know the consequences of her actions or the strings attached.

            When they finally got back to the carriage, Katherine sighed. “What’s your name?” She asked the slave.

            “Queen Vartan called me Lou.” The slave replied. “You may call me whatever you wish.”

            That was obviously an awful pet name that the Queen had given him, referring to him by what he was and not who he was. “What’s your real name?”

            The slave seemed shocked that she even asked. There was a long silence, and Katherine realized she had probably crossed a line.

            “You don’t have to tell me.” Katherine responded hastily.

            “No!” The slave responded urgently. He was frenetic to earn his new master’s good graces. “The name I had before I became a slave was Tevlan Holbrooke...” It was a name he hadn’t been called in a long time.

            “Oh, can I call you that?” Katherine asked gently. He was surprised by how sincere her question was and by the tenderness of her voice.

            Tevlan swallowed louder than he meant and nodded.

            When Katherine, Tevlan, and Abraham returned to Chateau Vetiver, servants greeted them upon their arrival. “This is my new friend, Tevlan Holbrooke.” Katherine explained to them. “He’s come to stay with us. I know it’s last minute, and we don’t have any rooms ready right now, so he’ll stay in the servants’ quarters. He’s blind, so let’s be courteous and accommodating.”

            Francis and Regina were astonished.

            “It can take days for a room to be ready. Is it really all right for him to stay in the servants’ quarters?” Regina asked.

            “I understand, and it will be fine.” Katherine reassured. “Anyone willing to work overtime to finish his room quickly will be compensated with some time off.”

            This got the staff excited. The crowd broke up, some left to prepare the bedroom, and others went to the servants’ quarters.

            “Would you like me to show him to an open room?” Regina asked.

            “It’s alright; I know which ones are open.” Katherine replied.

            “But my Lady-” Regina was going to protest that the lady of the house should not go to the servants’ quarters, but Francis stopped her.

            Katherine took Tevlan’s arm and escorted him. She brought him to one of the vacant rooms. The servants’ rooms were practically broom closets compared to the rooms in the other buildings; it had a simple twin-sized bed with a dresser and a small writing desk. The bathrooms were located down the hall since it was like a dormitory.

            “Here you go.” Katherine said as she opened the door. “This will be your room until the other one is finished.” She explained the location of everything and told him not to hesitate to ask for assistance.

            “Thank you.” Tevlan replied.

            “Actually, I brought you here so we could talk privately.” Katherine admitted.

            Tevlan nodded as he felt his way around the room, then sat down on the bed. Katherine pulled the chair from the desk and sat with him.

            “This is awkward, but I’m just going to say it.” Tevlan could hear the slight tremble in Katherine’s voice and smell her anxiety. “I won’t make you do anything against your will and will ensure that no harm comes to you. You are not a slave or a servant; I want you to feel comfortable here.”

            Tevlan nodded. He knew better than to believe her. In his experience, masters often made empty promises, even good ones. It was dangerous to rely on her kindness; he needed to prove himself to survive. He excelled at lovemaking, it was better than his other skills, but he wouldn’t seduce his master while she was menstruating. Not only could he smell the hormones and blood, but he could practically taste the copper in the air.

            “Tomorrow we’ll go shopping. I want to get you some clothes, and I would like to get you a staff or cane so you can move around freely indoors.” Katherine explained.

            “Should you really be doing that in your condition?” Tevlan asked

            “My condition?” Katherine was confused; it took a moment for the realization to dawn on her. “You mean my period? How did you know?” Her cheeks flushed from embarrassment.

            “I have a powerful sense of smell.” Tevlan delineated. “I can smell not just people but the pheromones and hormones they give off; it makes it easy for me to tell if someone is excited or nervous or…” He allowed Katherine to fill in the blanks before continuing. “I can also rely on my sharpened hearing, taste, or touch if I’m overwhelmed by smells.”

            “You’re like a walking talking lie detector.” Katherine laughed. “That’s embarrassing.”

            His nose had already caught the scent of it. “I’m sorry, I can stop.” He apologized frantically.

            This made Katherine laugh. “What are you going to do? Stop breathing? Stop hearing?”

            “W-well, I-”

            “Pretending that you don’t notice won’t change anything. Don’t worry about it.” Katherine cut him off to reassure him. “I would rather you be yourself.”

            Tevlan remained incredulous; masters didn’t want to hear the truth; they wanted honeyed words. The truth was ductile and moldable; he just needed to discover what shape Katherine wanted the truth to be.

            “Try to get some rest. We’ll be going shopping tomorrow regardless of whether I’m hemorrhaging from my uterus or not.” Katherine advised as she got to her feet.

            With that, Katherine left Tevlan. Tevlan tried to relax and slowly settled into bed. Katherine’s unique scent lingered in the air, her true scent that existed under the layers of soap and hormones. He focused on committing it to memory instead of listening to his neighbors moving within their rooms and the murmurs of their private conversations. How often had he been uprooted, finding himself in a new environment surrounded by people and customs he didn’t understand?

            He needed to do much now that he had a new home and master; there was a process to follow. First, he needed to familiarize himself with his new environment as quickly as possible to move about freely and not be a hindrance. Then he needed to become indispensable to his new master, and the best way to start going about that was to get to know her.

            The next morning, Katherine, Tevlan, and two other servants, Daisy and Nestor, went shopping. The first business they went to was a blacksmith specializing in weapons and armor. His shop was small, but Mitchel Muller was quite reliable. Mitchel had helped Katherine provide weapons and armor to her two new knights, Lance Hill and Gawain Larson. She was convinced that if Mitchel could take care of them, he could take care of Tevlan.

            “Hello, Mr. Muller.” Katherine greeted him warmly upon entering his shop.

            “Lady Holder, it’s an honor to see you again.” Mitchel greeted warmly; he reminded Katherine of a biker with a hardened and almost frightening exterior but a warm and inviting personality. “What brings you here today?”

            “My friend, Tevlan, requires a good staff or cane.” Katherine expounded. “He’s blind and needs something to help him move about. Hopefully, something that could double as a weapon for self-defense.”

            “I’ve got bo, quarter, and long staffs.” Mitchel replied. “I’ve got a cane designed for bludgeoning, but it’s too short for your friend.”

            Mitchel brought all of them out. Some had been made from wood, but most were made from different kinds of metal. Mitchel allowed Tevlan to hold them and test them out. Katherine watched them, searching for a weapon that would suit Tevlan best.

            “Mr. Muller, what’s that?” Katherine asked and pointed to a particularly interesting long staff that he had left out of the selection he set out for them; it sat in a corner surrounded by the clutter of Mitchel’s tools.

            “Oh, that’s a project of mine.” Mitchel disclosed timidly. “I didn’t bring it out because it was my first time working with Alosulver.”

            “Alosulver… That’s the metal that can be worn under clothes, right?”

            “Yes.” Mitchel elucidated passionately. “It is lightweight and excellent at channeling magic around the wearer without harming them. It’s very durable but hard to work with.” He grabbed the staff and gave it a twirl to demonstrate how light and fast it was. “I had designed it for a mana stone on top. However, most of my customers are common folk, so no one would ever want it. I was thinking of melting it down and making a sword or spear, maybe some daggers…”

            “Can I see it?”

            Mitchel hesitated but handed the staff to Katherine. The long staff was simple. It had been designed to look like a branch of wood. The staff’s top twisted around like a knot on a tree, but it had space for a mana stone.

            Katherine was amazed by how light it was. It was meant to be top-heavy, but not by much since the bearer needed to be able to maneuver it skillfully. Fighting with a staff wasn’t her specialty, but she gave it a twirl and was surprised by how fast it was even in her inexperienced hands.

            “I really like it.” Katherine stated. “Tevlan, give it a try.”

            Tevlan was surprised. “My Lady, are you certain?” He was concerned about the expense.

            “Go ahead, give it a try.” Katherine insisted eagerly for him to test it out.

            Tevlan took the staff from her. He spun it and used it to strike the dummy he had been testing the other staffs on. He hadn’t even used his full strength; he just gave it a firm hit, relying on momentum. He hit the sand-filled dummy and cracked the wooden pole behind the burlap sacks causing it to bend to the side. When the staff collided with the burlap sack, he could feel it sinking deep and the sound of splintering wood.

            Katherine smiled. “It’s perfect!”

            “My Lady, its design is very crude. It’s not nearly as elegant as the Alosulver weapons that nobles are accustomed to. Are you certain?” Mitchel asked, a little embarrassed.

            “I actually like the design.” Katherine admitted. “It might not be perfect, but it has character.”

            “What kind of mana stone would you like?” Mitchel asked, still uncertain but eager to please his loyal customer.

            “Hmm, that’s a good question.” Katherine turned to Tevlan. “What do you think, Tevlan?”

            “I- I am not certain, my Lady.” Tevlan stammered. “Perhaps this is too expensive? M-mana stones are incredibly rare.”

            “Nonsense, I’m a businesswoman.” Katherine retorted. “I know a worthy investment when I see one.” Katherine was referring to supporting Mitchel’s endeavors, but Tevlan believed she was referring to him. She paused to think for a moment. “Let’s use an air mana stone.”

            “Yes, Lady Holder.” Mitchel replied dutifully and went to the back of the store to fetch one. When he returned, Mitchel carefully inserted the stone into the top of the staff. “I designed it so mana stones could be swapped out as you wish.” Mitchel demonstrated this for Katherine. “Don’t worry. The stone is locked into place and won’t fall out. It has to be slipped through the top in a specific manner. It won’t come out without assistance.”

            “That’s amazing!” Katherine was astounded. “If you ever stumble across any more Alosulver, I would love to have a rapier made from it.”

            Katherine paid Mitchel and gave Tevlan the staff.

            After that, they went to Lady Exeter’s salon. Galena’s employees were busy assisting other customers; nobles stopped and stared at Katherine and her entourage. Galena smiled and dropped what she was working on to speak with Katherine.

            “Lady Holder, it’s good to see you.” Galena greeted them with a cheery smile. “I didn’t know you were coming. Are you here for your fitting?”

            Katherine shook her head. “No, I’m here for my friend, Tevlan. I would like you to make a profile for him. He’ll need plenty of clothes; formal, casual, common, training, and sleepwear.”

            “That’s a lot of clothing.” Galena was shocked. “Would the readymade clothing I’m working on be alright?”

            “Oh, you took my suggestion?” Katherine asked, referring to the readymade clothing. “I’m glad. Is it going well?”

            “A little too well.” Galena admitted. “I’ll be opening some new salons in Rigolerri. If that works out, I might be able to continue opening shops throughout Scogrys. I never thought that I would make this much money as a widow. People love your clothing designs too; I should compensate you.”

            “No need.” Katherine reassured. “We’re friends, after all.”

            “Let’s measure him, and then we can look at the readymade clothes.”

            “That’s a great idea.”

            Galena escorted Katherine and her entourage to her private office. Katherine had only been here once before. Galena’s office was full of sample squares of cloth, dress and clothing designs hastily sketched onto loose parchment, mannequins with unfinished designs, an elegant full-body mirror stood in the corner, and an old piano. It may have appeared messy, but Galena never lost anything.

            Tevlan lingered behind as he slowly entered the office, carefully feeling his way through the room, rhythmically tapping the floor with his new staff. That’s when he encountered the piano encountering it with a tap of his staff. When he realized a large object was before him, he ran a hand along the smooth surface. He realized it was a piano and pushed the fall board back, revealing the keys. He pressed the key, and it played an out-of-tune note.

            The sound drew eyes to him, and while he couldn't see them, he could feel them. “I- I’m sorry.” Tevlan stammered, flustered by the attention. “I shouldn’t have-”

            “Do you play?” Katherine asked, interrupting him.

            “N- No, I’ve never played.”

            “You could learn if you want.” Tevlan could hear the warmth in Katherine’s voice as she smiled at him. Then she turned to Galena. “Your husband used to play, right?”

            “Yes.” Galena replied wistfully. “Maximus used to play this very piano for me when we first opened this salon.”

            “Do you know any good piano teachers?” Katherine asked.

            “Actually, I do.” Galena beamed. “My son, Corwyn, will be old enough to learn soon. I also know of a reliable store that sells them. I’ll be sure to write it down for you.”

            That’s when Galena got to work. She created a profile for Tevlan, taking his measurements and writing them down. Then Galena had employees bring up the readymade clothes. They had him try out many different styles and designs. They noted the styles that suited him, marveling at how he looked good in practically anything. Katherine noticed that Tevlan didn’t have any scars despite being a slave, save a strange symbol branded on his left pectoral.

            All the clothing Katherine had purchased on Tevlan’s behalf was loaded into the carriage. Then they headed back to Chateau Vetiver.

            Tevlan was apprehensive, knowing that his master had spent so much money on him. Not only did taking him in put Lady Holder at risk, but now she had poured a substantial sum of money into him. She had not expressed any demands or desires. What did she want from him? Why invest so much? She seemed to want him to learn the piano, so that gave him a place to start, but until he had mastered it, he needed to prove himself in other ways.

            Upon returning to Chateau Vetiver, Francis greeted Katherine as the servants unloaded Tevlan’s clothes. “Lady Katherine, Mr. Casidhe said he needed to speak with you urgently. Ms. Regina also wanted me to inform you that Mr. Holbrooke’s room should be ready by noon tomorrow.”

            “Thanks, Francis.” Katherine replied, then she turned to Tevlan. “Tevlan, get some rest. Your new clothes will be put in your new room.”

            “As you wish, my Lady.” Tevlan replied.

            Francis escorted Katherine to Abraham, waiting in the library of the main building. There they were left alone to attend to business.

            “We have a serious problem.” Abraham announced when they were finally alone.

            Katherine was stunned by his serious demeanor. “What seems to be the problem?”

            “The slavery contract for Tevlan arrived while you were away.” Abraham explained. “It isn’t a simple contract. It’s a blood contract bound by magic. A brand serves as proof that Tevlan is bound to such a contract. If someone inexperienced attempts to tamper with the contract, it will kill him.”

            “Shit…” Katherine muttered as she realized the gravity of the situation, her stomach twisting into knots. “Now what? Is freeing him impossible?”

            “No, but it is significantly harder.” Abraham replied. “I’ll reach out to the Black Sun Slaving Company in Marevalsig. They are responsible for selling him to Queen Vartan. I’ll do some digging on them and the Thaumaturge who created the contract. If we can’t find the original Thaumaturge, then maybe the Black Sun will know of one that specializes in blood-binding magic.”

            “How long would that take?”

            “It’s hard to say.” Abraham confessed. “It could take months or years. It takes time to gather the information and get it over land and sea.”

            “If there’s even a shred of hope, we need to take it.” Katherine gritted her teeth in determination.

            There was a long moment of silence, and they shared a sigh.

            “Abe, do Louvandre have healing abilities?” Katherine asked, breaking the silence and changing the subject.

            “Yes, it only takes them a few hours to heal.” Abe explained. “Normal weapons can kill them, but it is significantly harder. Silver is the only thing that can leave a more lasting mark. Weapons of silver give them injuries that heal at a standard human rate. Why do you ask?”

            Katherine shrugged, lacking the energy to explain herself. She understood why Tevlan didn't have any scars now. His previous masters likely took advantage of his healing abilities. He probably had faced even greater abuse than she realized. Abusers could do horrible things when they knew they could get away with it, a lesson she learned through her own tribulations.

            It had been a couple of weeks since Tevlan’s arrival; they had moved him into the main building with Deur, Aricella, and Karl. Katherine allowed him to do anything he desired around the estate; he trained with Katherine and her knights, helped with gardening, and started to learn how to cook. He even earned payment for all the work he did. Katherine encouraged and supported his autonomy. She had made a cell in the dungeon as comfortable as possible for the nights of the full moon, and only Francis or Regina knew the truth about him and his condition.

            In this time, Tevlan was staunch in learning about Katherine. Her staff adored her and were unprecedently loyal; she supplied them with high-quality uniforms and furnishings, treating them kindly and remembering their names. Despite Katherine not being a conventional Scogrian woman, and while they thought she was peculiar, they loved her for it.

            There were wild tales of how Lady Holder had singlehandedly brought down a slave ring. While Tevlan knew there was a modicum of truth to this because that’s where her wealth and estate initially came from, he doubted that she had accomplished it singlehandedly, even if she was a powerful Thaumaturge and a Hero. He was also skeptical of the rumors of the outlandish inventions she had created since he had yet to encounter them.

            In Marevalsig, musical instruments were highly regarded as a symbol of the aristocracy; they didn’t want beasts touching their instruments. Lady Katherine bought a piano and had a teacher come twice weekly to instruct Tevlan. He did his best to memorize the key placement on his own. His teacher, Archer Hawkins, said that he was a natural. While he was determined to learn quickly, he was far from mastering it. He had never been allowed to touch a piano before…

            Tevlan was unsure of what to make of his new master. Katherine would check on him frequently; if she were too busy, she would ask the servants to do so. She would help him improve his form when they trained with the Knights. She made no advances even when she wasn’t menstruating; Tevlan found this odd because he had smelt her attraction for him on several occasions.

            One night when Tevlan was having a challenging time sleeping, he went for a walk. He didn’t bring his staff; he no longer needed it to find his way around the estate though he kept it with him during the day to prevent accidents. He had been allowed to explore the estate thoroughly. There were no locked doors, so he had a good idea of where everything was. It was also atypical because it seemed as though Lady Holder truly had nothing to hide, no enigmas or skeletons lurking in closets…

            Tevlan made his way to the courtyard since he enjoyed being outside the most. Outside he could feel the breeze that brought the scent of flowers, leaves, and grass. He could feel the pale light of the moon on his skin and the paved rocks of the garden path under his bare feet. Leaves rustled gently as small animals darted about. It felt relaxing to be alone with the sample of nature that existed in the safety of the courtyard.

            That’s when a breeze carried Katherine’s scent to him. Moving silently, he absentmindedly followed her scent. As he got closer, he realized the subtle scent of fear was lingering there. He was sure he was mistaken. Why would she be up so late? “My Lady, what are you doing up?” Tevlan inquired curiously.

            “Hmm?” Katherine had been lost in pensive thought and hadn’t realized he was there until he spoke. She had heard the routine patrols of the guards and him approaching, so he hadn’t startled her. She was so consumed in thought that it had drowned out everything else. “Oh, Tevlan?” Her voice still sounded distant. “A nightmare woke me up. What about you?”

            “Just having some trouble falling asleep.” Tevlan admitted.

            “It’s hard getting comfortable in a new place.” Katherine related. “I was the same when I was first summoned here.”

            “Summoned?”

            Katherine nodded but then realized that he couldn’t see her. “Yep, I’m not from Zazzora. The most powerful Thaumaturges in the Human Nations came together to summon a Hero to defeat the Old Gods. Instead, they got me.” Her voice had a contemplative tone, and he could smell dejection.

            “That must have been scary.” Tevlan didn’t know how to respond, but he knew she was telling the truth because her heartbeat remained steady. For a fleeting moment, he thought they had similarities, an amorphous kinship. He didn’t realize that being a Hero meant she had been summoned.

            “It still is.” Katherine replied. Her response was surprising. She always seemed so tenacious, always speaking her mind, unshaken by the opinion of others. Maybe the nightmare threw her off?

            “What did you dream about?”

            Katherine’s heart thundered in response, Tevlan’s eyes widened in surprise, and she suddenly stank of fear. “Oh, I don’t really remember.” She lied. Tevlan didn’t dare to press her. “We should try to get some sleep. We’ll be busy at the orphanage tomorrow.” It was a blatant excuse to abscond.

            With that, Katherine rose and left Tevlan alone with his thoughts. She always had such a bullish disposition, but tonight was distant and dour. What could her nightmare have been about?

            The next day, Katherine and company went to the Greybrick Orphanage. Almost everyone at Chateau Vetiver was packed tightly into carriages, and only a handful of servants and guards remained to maintain the estate. When they arrived at the orphanage, they were swarmed by children. The Mistresses attempted to keep order, but that proved difficult.

            Most of the Mistresses at the Greybrick Orphanage had been replaced. Most of them had been imprisoned, except for Mistress Rose. They had found evidence that Mistress Rose had been putting her money back into the orphanage just as she had claimed. However, she couldn’t be trusted and was removed from her position. She left Rigolerri not long after due to struggling to find employment.

            Things around the orphanage had changed quite a bit since Katherine had started donating. After Katherine began taking an interest, so did other nobles. Staffing was still low, but one of the first things to change was their food. They could buy a wider variety of foods to provide the children a healthy diet. The second thing to change was the infirmary; it was no longer dirty and overcrowded. Medical facilities started a program for doctors to volunteer to tend to the children frequently. The third thing to change was the clothing that the children wore. Their clothes were made from the fabric scraps donated by salons throughout Rigolerri. Volunteers were also welcome to help cook, clean, and play with the children. Hopefully, Katherine’s contracts with Abraham would allow them to hire more full-time staff. She was doing her best to ensure that the orphanage would be operated safely for decades to come.

            Now that the children had proper clothes, food and were in good health, they were quite lively. They especially adored Katherine, Deur, and Karl. They didn’t mind that Katherine was often awkward and unsure how to respond to them sometimes. They knew that she cared about and respected them.

            Jason, Asta, and Adora were always front and center. They always wanted to be the first to greet them when they came. The healthier they got, the more rambunctious they became.

            “Who’s that?” Adora asked Katherine as she stared at Tevlan curiously.

            “Oh, that’s my new friend, Tevlan.” Katherine replied.

            “His eyes are weird.” Adora retorted. The comment wasn’t meant to be hurtful; it was more like an observation.

            “He’s blind, Adora. That’s rude!” Jason scolded.

            “How was I supposed to know?” Adora quipped. “I’ve never met a blind person before!”

            “Why are you blind?” Asta asked Tevlan.

            “Asta!” Jason hit Asta on the arm to reprimand him.

            “Ow, what?” Asta crossed his arms. “It was just a question.”

            “I don’t know why.” Tevlan admitted, clearly nervous and overwhelmed. “I was born blind.”

            “That sucks.” Adora countered.

            “Tevlan is different.” Katherine chimed in to try and diffuse the situation. “But being different is good. The world would be awfully boring if we were all the same.”

            “Yeah, it would be boring if everyone was like Jason.” Asta jibed with an exaggerated eye roll.

            “Everyone is important.” Katherine reassured. “We all excel at different things. We have different likes and dislikes. That’s normal and wonderful.”

            Today they would be cleaning the orphanage from top to bottom. Katherine and Aricella used water magic to clean the outside walls of the orphanage and courtyard. Deur, Abraham, and Tevlan were sprinkling grass seeds and weeding to try and beautify the courtyard where the children played. Maxum and Karl were teaching some of the children to cook and prepare not just lunch but dinner as well. Lance and Gawain were teaching some children to fight with wooden swords. A lot was being done, but they were glad to be doing it.

            Tevlan had been doing some weeding and stopped to take a break when he caught Katherine’s scent. He was going to converse with her when he heard her say. “Hey, Adora. I’m glad we’ve got some time alone.” This made Tevlan stop. Despite his desire to speak with her, it seemed that she wanted to talk to the child alone. Now he froze, uncertain what to do but not wishing to interrupt. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you. You’ve seemed really happy lately.”

            “Isn’t being happy a good thing?” Adora replied.

            “It is, but Adora…” Katherine took the young girl’s hands to get her to sit still. Katherine kneeled before her to get on her level, and finally, Adora’s green eyes locked onto Katherine’s. “Adora, what happened to you was horrible. You were sold into slavery; I can’t imagine how scary that was.”

            “But you rescued me, and I’m okay now.” Adora glanced away, wishing to escape the conversation, shifting her weight uncomfortably.

            “I’m really bad at this.” Katherine was embarrassed to admit. “But- What I’m trying to say is that- It’s okay to not be okay. It’s okay to be angry, or sad, or scared, or to not know how to feel. I don’t know what you went through, but I- I want you to know I’m here for you. I might not know how to help or even what to say, but I’m here.”

            Suddenly, Adora began to cry like a dam had broken, and with it came an outpour of emotion. Adora threw her arms around Katherine and wept into her chest. Katherine wrapped her arms around Adora and held her close. Tevlan could smell the complexity of the child’s feelings, tasting the salt of her tears in the air.

            “I was so scared.” Adora’s words were nearly incomprehensible through her tears and small sobs. “They said I was bad. Mistress Adelaide said that she sold me because I was a troublemaker. It hurt so much! I’m not bad! I’m not!”

            “I know, I know.” Katherine cooed tenderly as she rocked Adora, trying to soothe her. “You are a good girl.” Katherine remembered Adora's bruises when she found her and knew she had put up a hell of a fight. “You were so brave when you shouldn't have had to be. It wasn’t your fault.”

            Katherine let Adora cry; she let her feel whatever she needed to feel. She was glad all the other children were preoccupied; she didn’t have to worry about being interrupted or Adora being embarrassed, oblivious of Tevlan’s eavesdropping. It was awful for a young child to have been through something so horrible. It made Katherine equally angry and sad that this had happened and was happening to so many children in Zazzora. She had brought down a big player in slave trading, but how many more were lurking in the shadows? How many more children have been displaced and abused? How many families torn asunder? There was no way to undo the damage, even if she found them all.

            Katherine finally broke the silence. “Don’t bottle up your emotions. If you don’t try to process them, they’ll only become more muddled. You can talk about your feelings with people you trust, like Jason, Asta, Deur, Karl, and you’ve always got me.” Katherine ran a hand through Adora’s chestnut curls.

            “What if my feelings are too scary?”

            “Try writing them down.” Katherine suggested. “Sometimes drawing helps too. Always remember that you’ve got people here to support you.”

            Tevlan was astonished. He could relate all too well to Adora; only no one came to save him. He had been sold into slavery too. His people had abandoned him for being blind. It was common for the Louvandre to reject children they considered a detriment to the pack. He had a family once, but it didn’t last…

            Tevlan had been found by the Holbrookes as a baby when he had been left in the wild to die. His parents, Julianna and Cassius, were humble Scogrian farmers. They had always wanted children but were never able to conceive and were too poor to adopt. They loved him and raised him well despite the lack of blood relation.

            Tevlan lived happily with them for ten years until the night of the fire. That night he hadn’t been home; he was running the fields as a wolf. Transforming into a wolf always made him feel strong. He loved to feel his paws sink into the earth, the thrill of the hunt, running free, the way his tongue lapped the water from the streams and ponds.

That’s when he caught the smell of smoke. He was horrified to discover his childhood home ablaze; he knew it was too late to save his parents because of the unforgettable stench of their flesh burning... A distinct scent that was seared into his mind…

            While Julianna and Cassius adored Tevlan, the rest of their family did not. They thought he was an abomination and blamed him for not being present when the fire started. They believed he could have saved Julianna and Cassius with his Louvandre speed and strength. They wasted no time in selling him into slavery.

            After that, Tevlan was sold, bought, and traded from one master to the next, dragged across continents and oceans. He had forgotten how many times he had been beaten and raped. The only way to survive was to learn what your master desired and how to please them—often having to anticipate their desires because failing to do so could mean his death. Even doing this didn’t guarantee his safety. Some masters were bloodthirsty...

            That evening they returned to Chateau Vetiver just before sunset. Francis greeted them upon arrival. “How was the volunteer work today?”

            “Great!” Katherine replied. “Everyone’s exhausted.”

            “It seems that the children kept you quite busy.” Francis responded.

            “You know, all the staff has been working hard; we should throw a party.”

            “Who do you wish to invite?”

            “No one.” Katherine laughed. “It’ll be a party for the staff members and everyone who lives on the estate, something fun and relaxing.”

            “That would do wonders for morale.”

            “Oh, I could even cook too.” Katherine became excited. “We’ll be receiving some of my inventions soon. That will make cooking super easy for me.”

            “We would be honored.”

            Later that night, Katherine was awoken from her slumber by a gentle wrapping on her door. “Hmm? Who is it?” She asked, disoriented from sleep.

            “It’s me, my Lady.” Tevlan’s voice came through the door.

            “Oh, Tevlan?” Katherine’s voice was weary. “What is it? Is something wrong?” She asked as she wiped the sleep from her eyes. “You can come in.”

            She yawned and stretched as Tevlan entered the room. It was dark, so she couldn’t see very well. She cast a spell called Dancing Lights, and the room became filled with firefly-like lights that fluttered about aimlessly. That’s when she realized that Tevlan had come to her wearing nothing but a robe. A robe that he was starting to take off, and she got a good look at… Well, everything. For an instant, Katherine couldn’t help but admire the hard lines of his muscles, taking in the brand on his pectoral and unintentionally following his lean muscles down, getting a good look at his penis. She immediately became embarrassed and put her hand up to maintain a distance between them and hide his privates from her view.

            “Tevlan, what are you doing?” Katherine questioned, suddenly alert as he slowly continued to remove his robe. “N-no, stop.”

            “I know that you desire me.” Tevlan stated, and Katherine’s face flushed. “You never came to me, but then I realized you might be timid or inexperienced.” He took a step forward, his robe about to slide off completely.

            “I said stop.” Tevlan was confused. He could smell her attraction for him, even now. A firmness in her voice made him freeze; she was angry.   How had he displeased her? “I’m not timid or inexperienced. I don’t want to have sex with you.”

            Katherine could see a look of mortification on his face. Tevlan looked like he was going to run away at any moment. Before he could, Katherine closed the distance between them and gently cupped his face. This made his blood run cold, going so still he was barely breathing; he was terrified of what she might do but was trying unsuccessfully to hide it. Katherine grabbed his robe and slid it back up his arms. Then she wrapped it securely around him, covering his pale, naked body.

            “I don’t understand…” Tevlan suddenly looked and sounded very vulnerable.

            “All right, let’s talk about this.” Katherine guided him away from her bed and to a settee. She wanted to make sure that it was apparent that they wouldn’t be sleeping together. When they took their seat, Katherine continued. “I won’t lie. I am attracted to you. You are an incredibly handsome man, but I won’t sleep with you.”

            “Then what do you desire?” He became apprehensive that she might wish for something darker…

            “Nothing.” Katherine explained. “I know that you’re trying to gain my favor by learning and doing everything you’ve been doing. It didn’t bother me because I want you to become independent. You want my approval to feel safe but don’t need it because you are safe. You only want to have sex with me out of some preconceived idea of survival. There must have been a time when that was useful for you and probably kept you safe.”

            “That’s not true.” Tevlan countered defensively.

            Katherine gently took his hand, tangling their fingers together. “It is true, and that’s okay.” Tevlan was stupefied by her response and the softness of her voice. “I can’t imagine what you’ve been through or your pain, but you made it. You survived.” That’s when he began to cry. Steady streams of tears leaked from his blue eyes. He could smell her concern and panic in response to his tears. It seemed as though she wanted to touch him to comfort him but didn’t. “I’m going to find a way to set you free. Abraham is helping me look for a Thaumaturge that can help. It won’t be easy, they used a powerful contract, but I will try.” This made Tevlan sob because he knew that Katherine had frequently met with Abraham; he had been catching pieces of secret conversations about searching for a specialist and information. “You’re safe here. I want you to be whomever you want to be. When you’re free, I’ll support you in achieving whatever you wish. I want you to be happy, free to hope and dream.”

            This time Tevlan knew Katherine was telling the truth because while some of his masters had offered to free him, they never acted. Just as Katherine had said, he made it; he was finally safe. He might still have a contract, but he was freer than he had been in a long time. It was so wonderful and frightening.

            “Can I touch you?” Katherine entreated, taking Tevlan by surprise. “I would like to comfort you.” Katherine explained when he didn’t answer. He realized that she was being considerate. She understood that there had been times when touch was unwanted or unwelcome and that he had been powerless to stop it.

            He nodded weakly. Katherine pulled Tevlan into a halcyon embrace. His face nestled into the crook of her neck, and for a moment, he realized how small she was, how fragile. She held him gently like he was made of glass and not a beast, tenderly stroking his wavy black hair and rubbing his back in a circular motion. Her empathy filled his nose, soothing his terror-frayed nerves. He cried as he had never been allowed to before, and Katherine let him as she had done with Adora earlier that day. She wasn’t frustrated or annoyed, just mercifully patient.

            Tevlan cried himself to sleep. Katherine helped him spread out on her settee. She gave him her pink cat plushie for relief and tucked him in with a spare blanket. She knew he was exhausted and let him sleep there. Then she proceeded to sleep in her own bed.

            The following day, Katherine woke at her usual time and instructed the maids to let Tevlan sleep as long as needed.

            Later that day Katherine was reading a book called the Fall of the Dark Gods, she had wanted to learn more about the Old Gods. She was supposed to fight these deities, but there was little information on them. This book didn’t even cover the Old Gods, it really talked about how they abandoned the Elves which caused them to become enslaved and the downfall of their immortality.

            It talked about the myths of how the Itcainaith and Dahonswy were descendants of the same Elves, the Alfheim, that’s where the term Elf originated from. The Alfheim used to be immortal beings, they possessed magic far beyond anything Humans could accomplish, and they lived in cities that reached the heavens. It also mentions how the Kraphagax and Mer were once incredibly powerful and worshipped the Zeikuno pantheon like the Elves did. When their Gods abandoned them, they fell to Human rule, but only the Alfheim were enslaved. This happened because the Kraphagax retreated into their mines, and the Mer retreated into the depths of the sea. After the fall of the Theodyn Empire the Elves split into two fractions the Itcainaith or Wood Elves, and the Dahonswy or High Elves. Only one major city of the Kraphagax remained, and the territory of the Mer shrank significantly.

            However, in all of this information there was nothing about the Old God. There were no names, descriptions, or illustrations. Only scholarly debates on the truths that could have fabricated such fantastical myths filled the only promising book Katherine had found since her arrival. Katherine would have to fight them eventually, and it would be difficult to fight an enemy that she knew nothing about. How did one even kill a god?

            “Abe, are there any books that go more in detail about the Old Gods?” Katherine asked as they sat in the library.

            “There likely are.” Abe replied. “However, the Elves hate Humans, the Kraphagax are private about their religion, and the Mer have isolated themselves from the rest of the world.”

            “How the hell am I supposed to fight someone or something that I know nothing about?”

            “The Elves will find you once you’re announced as Hero.” Abe remarked. “They won’t appreciate slander against their Gods.”

            “Am I in danger?”

            Abe shook his head. “Despite what you may have heard, the Elves are much more diplomatic, they simply have a justified distrust for humans. They’ll want to figure you out first, maybe get to know you.”

            “Great, they’ll stalk me before they kill me.”

            That’s when there was a knock on the door. Katherine bid them to enter, and Regina brought in two letters.

            “That’s strange.” Katherine remarked. “I thought that the mail had already been delivered.”

            “These letters were brought by personal servants.” Regina explained.

            “Thank you, Regina, you can go.” Katherine accepted the letters from Regina and looked at them. “Oh, Abe, look more mysterious crests.”

            Abe took a look at them. “This one is from the Grand Vizier of Redallo, and this one is from the Imperial family of the Theodyn Empire.”

            “Should I anticipate bribery?”

            “It is likely.” Abe advised wisely.

            Katherine opened the first letter and read it to herself before speaking again. “Grand Vizier Olezka Hagan Jencir is requesting an audience with me in two days at the Rhosarir.”

            “That sounds about right. In Redallo they are very stern and particular about how they address women. Your meeting with him will be interesting.”

            Katherine opened the second letter. “Prince Draven Zeb Theodyn and Elder Indomeneus Penn Raffery are inviting me to a small banquet in three days.”

            “They are likely trying to impress you. The Theodyn Empire loves Thaumaturges, especially powerful ones.”

            “I thought that all Artaxerians feared Thaumaturgists.”

            “The Theodyn Empire’s worship of Artaxerxes is different than the rest of the Human Nations.” Abraham explained. “Not all of the Human Nations fear magic the way Scogrys does. Marevalsig, Redallo, and Guzeltir encourage magical experimentation, but they do monitor it closely and expect Thaumaturges to serve their country without gaining political power. In the Theodyn Empire the most powerful Thaumaturges make the laws and regulations, they believe that the best way for their magic to service their countryman is by creating the declarations and technologies that they have.”

            “That does sound fascinating.” Katherine stated. “What should I know about Redallo?”

            “Yes, while they are a patriarchal society much like Scogrys, they value strength not wealth. The desert has made them a robust people. They will likely approve of your strength and how you’ve used it to protect others. I advise you to lean on the rumors that you brought down the slaving ring on your own. That will make you appear even more valuable.”

            “I’m not particularly fond of lying...” Katherine quipped indifferently.

            “You’re not lying. You’re simply not clarifying any misunderstandings.”

            “Avoiding the truth by omission is just lying with extra steps.”

            Two days later, Katherine and Abraham went to Rhosarir. Again, they were dressed modestly. The servants escorted them to a sitting room and announced them to the Grand Vizier.

            Grand Vizier Olezka had olive toned skin with black curls tied into a ponytail with an under shave, a goatee, and green eyes. His athletic body was draped in a silk caftan that was a vibrant shade of teal with golden embroidery. Katherine felt like she was being observed by a wild animal; he appeared perspicacious, but agrestal.

            He rose to greet them and gave Katherine a courteous bow. “It is an honor to meet you, Lady Holder.” He didn’t seem to pay Abraham any mind. Did he think that he was a servant?

            Katherine gave him a proper Scogrian curtsy. “I am pleased to meet you Grand Vizier Jencir.” The Grand Vizier seemed impressed by her propriety. “I hope you do not mind the presence of my Cultural Advisor.” Katherine motioned to Abraham who gave the Grand Vizier a bow.

            Again, the Grand Vizier disregarded Abraham, barely giving him a nod. “Let me get a good look at you.” He circled her. Katherine did her best to remain calm; she kept her shoulders even and chin up. Despite feeling like she was being circled by a lion she needed to maintain her composure. “That dress makes it hard to see, but I can tell that your body is strong. Strong and beautiful, the Sultan would be impressed.”

            Katherine was unsure of how to respond to such candid remarks. “Strength and versatility are important assets for a Hero.”

            The Grand Vizier nodded. “Scogrian women are far too delicate to survive the Erimell. I had heard rumors of your accomplishments, but I must admit I was worried that the Scogrian influence had made you soft. Did you really uproot a slavery ring unaided?”

            “Something like that.” Katherine replied with a coy smile.

            This made the Grand Vizier laugh. “Women should be mysterious.” He remarked approvingly, then moved to an elaborate painting that had been hung on the wall deliberately for this meeting. “Sultan Bail Earc Zalumunna.” He gestured at the painting introducing the Sultan who was unable to come to Scogrys.

            The painting was of a muscular man draped in an ornate aba. He had dark skin, dark brown eyes, long locks that he wore half up, and a short but well-groomed beard. He had a large scar over his left eye, and his eyes were sharp and intense. Even though she was only looking at a painting, she could feel the ferocity of his strength and dignity. He looked like he was a charismatic and deadly ruler, maybe the painting had been commission to highlight his prowess.

            Katherine realized that the Grand Vizier was attentively watching her response. “He’s incredibly handsome.”

            “I’m glad you think so.” The Grand Vizier remarked. “The people are pleased to have such a handsome ruler as well. He is looking for a Sultana.”

            Katherine did her best to hide her shock, but she knew he could see her blush. “But surely such a handsome ruler has many lovers.”

            “Four consorts to be precise.” The Grand Vizier replied. Again, Katherine did her best to sustain her composure, but her brows arched upward. Four women seemed like a lot of work, and he wanted a fifth! “The role of Sultana should not be filled by just anyone. She would need to be strong, beautiful, and wise. She would need to be strong enough to protect her people and survive the trials of the desert. The position would be perfect for a Hero like yourself, Lady Holder.” All of this talk about strength, and all Katherine could only think was that she couldn’t last an hour in the harsh sunlight of the desert without 100 SPF sunscreen, or her flesh would boil and blister.

            “Aren’t I considered a little old?” Katherine laughed nervously. “I’m twenty-four.”

            “You needn’t be concerned about fertility.” The Grand Vizier answered. “The Sultan already has two children, and with four consorts he is likely to produce more. If you did manage to give him an heir, your child would have the higher status.”

            Katherine smiled masking her fraying nerves. “I am touched that the Sultan is so generous, but I would hate to impose on such a strong and noble leader.”

            “Please, take your time to consider the offer.”

            The Grand Vizier began to share his love for Redallo. He spoke of the beauty and treachery of the Erimell Desert, and the majesty and importance of horses and camels. He was certain that Katherine would relish the exotic silks and fruits. Sultan Zalmunna specialized in the art of sword dancing, but they were famous for their belly dancing, and their music as well. The Sultan rose to power by killing his own brother in a duel to the death commanded by the previous Sultan, and of how the Sultan got lost in the desert for three days and made it back to the capital of Balint by eating scorpions and drinking cactus juice. He spoke of the fierce warriors and how they often proved themselves in duels and tournaments. He made it seem like Redallo was the place that true warriors were born, a place perfect for a Hero.

            However, if you read between the lines, you would see that there was more to Redallo than this. The majority of the people in Redallo were slaves. Men could have multiple wives, consorts, and mistresses. These women were treated like objects. They were expected to obey their father’s and then their husbands. Women and children that failed to obey their families were thrown into the streets or sold into slavery if they weren't already slaves. They wouldn’t survive in the streets if they didn’t turn to more disreputable jobs, or were forced to take to desert. It made Katherine glad that Scogrys was her sponsor.

            After chatting for a couple hours, Katherine and Abraham got on the carriage to return home.

            “What do you think?” Abraham asked. “Redallo wishes to make you Sultana.”

            “That’s a horrible idea.” Katherine replied. “I have no intention of getting married. The Grand Vizier made it seem like an honor, but it seems more like a leash.”

            “You should definitely keep that to yourself, especially with the delegates from Redallo.” Abraham cautioned. “It would be better to play the naïve maiden.”

            “Why?”

            “They don’t take kindly to women who don’t fulfill their duties.”

            “Scogrys doesn’t either.”

            “The repercussions in Redallo are often greater.”

            “There is so much more to women than our ability to give birth.” Katherine sighed in frustration before changing the subject. “Why did he ignore you?”

            “Scholars are often looked down upon in Redallo.” Abraham explained. “The Grand Vizier himself is a scholar, but he has also proven himself in battle many times. To him I am weak, and basically a servant.”

            At a loss for words, Katherine simply shook her head.

            The next day, Katherine and Abraham returned to Rhosarir to visit the delegates from the Theodyn Empire. Unlike their visit with the other representatives, this time, they dressed up. Katherine wore a gorgeous blue and gold dress, her hair tied back into an elegant bun, and a little makeup. Abraham was wearing a red and black suit with gold cuff links. Abraham had advised that they dress up for the delegates from the Theodyn Empire because they valued wealth and power even more than Scogrys did. Katherine was nervous this time, though she wasn’t sure why; she considered that maybe it was because she was wearing such an uncomfortable dress.

            When they arrived, they were escorted and announced to the delegates. A small but luxurious buffet with various delicious foods splayed out on a long table.

            Prince Draven seemed to be around Katherine’s age.  He had long platinum blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, golden tan skin, and hazel eyes. He wore a silver and golden regency-era suit that barely concealed his muscles. He was quite the looker, but there was an arrogance about him that Katherine couldn’t describe, like he knew how charming and handsome he was.

            Elder Indomeneus appeared to be in his fifties. He had short auburn hair, a handlebar mustache with a short, well-groomed beard, hazel eyes, and fair skin. While Elder Indomeneus was along in years, he was muscular and had a liveliness in his eyes. He wore a black and gold regency-era suit.

            “Lady Holder, it is an honor to finally meet you.” Elder Indomeneus greeted with a bow.

            “Lady Holder, you are even more beautiful than we were told.” Prince Draven bowed elegantly, took her hand, and placed a kiss on the back of it.

            Katherine did her best to maintain her equanimity. The Prince was undoubtedly bewitching. “The honor is mine.” Katherine responded with a delicate curtsy. “This is my Cultural Advisor, Abraham Casidhe.”

            Abraham gave a bow. “Charmed.”

            “You certainly came prepared.” Elder Indomeneus replied with a laugh.

            “As wise as you are beautiful.” The Prince smirked. “Please have a seat. We had the finest cuisine in the Empire prepared for you.”

            They took their seats at the banquet table. Most of the food was a variety of seafood, from clams to lobster and calamari. Katherine didn’t want to appear overzealous in enjoying the food, keeping it small and trying a little bit of everything. This way, she would experience the food and fill herself up without appearing a glutton. She ate with perfect Scogrian table manners, and the delegates seemed to be quite impressed by her refined mannerisms.

            After eating and chatting for a while, the servants brought out a large and elaborate mirror. Katherine could feel the mana in the mirror but didn’t see a mana stone. “This is a syndrych.” Elder Indomeneus explained. “It is created by channeling mana into every aspect of its creation.”

            Katherine was astonished. “No mana stones?”

            “The Theodyn Empire doesn’t rely on mana stones like other Human Nations do.” Prince Draven clarified.

            “That’s amazing.” Katherine marveled at the immaculate design of the mirror. It was a full-body mirror with elegant swirling designs and elaborate figures of small men and women in artistic poses. The reflective surface was flawless, without a single scratch or fleck of dust.

            “Come look.” Elder Indomeneus motioned for Katherine to come over. Katherine rose from the banquet table and did as she was asked. Elder Indomeneus summoned images on the mirror with a wave of his hand. “This is Verona, the capital of the Theodyn Empire.”

            The mirror showed images of a cityscape. The city was a cross between neoclassical, baroque, and skyscrapers. Its buildings exquisitely reached for the heavens like hands in worship. It was full of vibrant colors and flowers that lined the streets. It had waterways like Venice, full of small boats and beautiful arched stone bridges. Lumikos flew about; they were monkeys with bat-like wings, delivering letters and small goods. Beautiful ships were a combination of ships that traversed to sea, and blimps navigated over the buildings. These ships came in varying sizes, designs, and colors.

            Katherine gasped in wonder. “What are they?”

            “The iskeme are airships. Thaumaturges channel their mana through the ship to keep it afloat.” Elder Indomeneus explained. “None of the other Human Nations have anything like them. We also specialize in flying equestrians like the Vulahast, Kykuda, and Chollima.”

            “That sounds amazing.”

            “They are.” The Prince chimed in. “Our cavalry is unlike anything Zazzora has ever seen. Do you like horses?”

            “They are magnificent creatures, but I’ve never ridden one before.”

            “Put your hand on it.” Elder Indomeneus said as the mirror became reflective again.

            Katherine hesitantly did as he asked, oblivious to Abraham’s silent objections. She put her palm on the glass surface of the syndrych. Slowly the mirror clouded over with a red fog that appeared trapped beneath the surface. “Um, what’s happening?” Katherine asked anxiously, keeping her hand on the mirror.

            “The syndrych can also gauge a Thaumaturge’s magical power.” Elder Indomeneus delineated. “It changes color based on their magical power. Yellow is the weakest, and red is the strongest. I’ve only ever seen it turn orange.” The Elder was excited.

            “This is our first time seeing it turn red.” The Prince added.

            Katherine quickly removed her hand, feeling ensnared. She shared a look of trepidation with Abraham. She had been careful not to openly discuss her abilities, magical or otherwise, with the exception of the Grand Vizier. She hoped that this would turn out for the better since the Theodyn Empire highly valued Thaumaturges. The best way of playing the game with these foreign delegates was to play close to the vest.

            They entertained Katherine with tales of the Theodyn Empire. The Theodyn Empire was the cradle of humanity; some of their traditions went as far back as the Old Gods and the worship of Fresihr. It was the oldest country that still stood resolute in Zazzora. They spoke of the fourteen Elders on the council and the Axis Elder, who was much like a president.  A Divine Axis, a Thaumaturge, led their Artaxerian Temple. Thaumaturgy flourished in the Theodyn Empire, and Morkulas were schools that were important for Thaumaturges to explore and improve their magical skills. Morkulas were also treated a lot like private schools or colleges. The Imperial family no longer had political power but were treated like celebrities. Power between genders was equal, and mistresses and consorts were common.

            What they hadn’t told Katherine directly was that the more magical power you had, the more political pull you had. The less magic you had, the less you were worth in their society. Nonmagical slaves were common, as was the indentured servitude of promising Thaumaturges that didn’t come from powerful families. They liked to marry for politics and breeding purposes. They desired to continue and improve their magical bloodlines. Their Divine Axis was considered the Corrupting Axis by the other Human Nations due to their Artaxerian Temple openly supporting Thaumaturgy instead of limiting it. However, if Katherine chose them to be her sponsor, she would have the political pull to change things for the better. They were reasonable, though not the ideal option.

            “I’m sure you’re exhausted from hearing of the wonders of the Empire. Would you care to accompany me for a walk?” Prince Draven asked.

            Katherine maintained her placidity but was dubious of the Prince’s intentions. She looked at Abraham, who seemed to think it was wise to comply. “You are as kind as you are, handsome.”

            Their arms were linked together as they made their way through the Rose Garden Rhosarir was known for. It was relaxing to be around something familiar, even if she was in the company of a stranger, though she was still on edge.

            “What a mysterious creature you are.” The Prince remarked suavely. “What do you think of the Theodyn Empire so far? Are you willing to align with us?”

            “I am unsure.” Katherine was careful not to give anything away. “The Empire seems promising.”

            “I hear that King Warrick tried to entangle you with the young Prince.” Prince Draven had a mocking undertone.

            “Prince Emhyr is a remarkable young man.” Katherine stated. “I did not wish for him to be tied to a woman as old as I am.”

            “The seventh Prince too. He has no real power.” Prince Draven jeered. “An inexperience and insignificant boy wouldn’t be capable of handling a woman like you.”

            Katherine decided it would be best not to point out that the Imperial family were just figureheads in the Theodyn Empire. “What kind of woman do you think I am?” Her skin prickled with unease.

            Draven’s voice became husky and seductive. “You are confident and powerful. You know what you desire and aren’t afraid to bend some rules to get it.”

            “I am flattered that you think I’m such a force of nature.” Katherine felt a heavy sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

            “We embrace sexuality in the Theodyn Empire. You may even experience pleasure that you’ve never known. I would be happy to be your guide.”

            His words made her skin crawl like she was covered in insects. “Your Highness is most generous.” Katherine was flattered but ultimately uninterested. She stayed calm, preserving her composure.

            “I would like to show you how generous I can be.” Prince Draven suggested with a glint of cajolery.

            “My Lady, there seems to be a situation that requires your attention back at the estate.” Abraham seemed to have come from nowhere.

            “My apologies, Prince Draven.” Katherine gave the Prince a graceful curtsy. “It seems that duty calls.” Part of her was grateful for an escape.

            “I completely understand.” Prince Draven gave her a refined bow. “I do hope that we meet again.”

            “Likewise, Your Highness.” With that, Katherine followed Abraham. Katherine asked when they made it to the carriage and began to return to Chateau Vetiver. “What seems to be the problem?”

            “Oh, nothing. I lied.” Abraham admitted unabashedly.

            “Oh?”

            “Elder Indomeneus and I didn’t have much to talk about after you left, so I decided to go for a stroll through the palace.” Abraham explained. “When through the window, I saw the Prince making you uncomfortable.”

            “I thought I was hiding it so well.” Katherine remarked.

            “Prince Draven didn’t seem to notice, so I’d say you were doing well.” Abraham paused for a moment. “What was the prince doing?”

            “Trying to seduce me.”

            Abraham was too stunned to speak.

            “He tried to convince me that the Theodyn Empire was the perfect place for a sexual awakening. He must have heard that I’m pansexual. There is a common misconception that pansexuals are easy and desperate for sex.”

            “He’s not entirely wrong about the Theodyn Empire.” Abraham explained. “However, the Theodyn Empire does not allow same-sex marriages; only Guzeltir does. The Theodyn Empire is known for their hakovil; they’re essentially artistic brothels where all visitors can explore their sexual fantasies regardless of gender and sexual orientation. It’s likely the Prince wants to unite the Imperial bloodline with yours. Several times in the history of the Theodyn Empire, certain members of the Imperial family have tried to reclaim power, but this usually backfired and limited their power until they eventually had none left.”

            “He wouldn’t use me to attempt to reclaim power, would he?”

            “It’s not impossible, but I wouldn’t worry. Prince Draven is known for being a rake.”

            Several weeks later, Katherine was nursing a hangover in her study with the curtains drawn tight. Direct light and loud noises made her head feel like it would explode. She tried not to think about how she had ended up back in her room. Things got a bit fuzzy toward the end of the night. She vaguely remembered being carried and assumed that Deur being the responsible man he was, had ensured she got to bed safely.

Katherine made a pizza on a stove she had crafted by the artisans that Abraham connected her with, and there was plenty of alcohol. There had been a small celebration for the members of the estate the night prior, and she had drunk far more than intended. The party had been a great success, and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves.

When a letter arrived, Katherine and Abraham were softly discussing business in the study.

            Katherine begrudgingly read the letter as her head pounded. “It seems that the prince and princess of Artolarre wish to have tea with me.”

            Abraham grabbed the letter and skimmed through it. “Prince Lennox is the fourth Prince of Artolarre and the only one without a bride.”

            “That’s telling.” Katherine grumbled as she massaged her temples. This was going in an obvious direction, and she already lacked the motivation to entertain it.

            “Princess Estrella?” Abraham sounded surprised that she was allowed to be a delegate. “She’s a known troublemaker.”

            “She can’t be as difficult as Prince Draven.” Katherine remarked, also it didn’t take much for a woman to be considered a troublemaker, so she was sure the Princess was perfectly ordinary.

            “There are rumors that she prefers the company of women.”

            “Is that a bad thing?”

            “In Artolarre, it is. They don’t condone same-sex couples of any kind.”

            “That doesn’t surprise me.” Katherine frowned. “Is she pretty?”

Abe arched an eyebrow. “I wouldn't dare say, as my taste differs from yours.”

            Two days later, they went to meet the delegates of Artolarre. Again, they dressed up because Artolarre and Scogrys were close allies and had many similar customs. Princess Nealie Scogrys was married to the second Prince of Artolarre. It was essential to ensure there were no serious diplomatic issues this time. Katherine wore a green and white dress with her hair tied in an elegant bun. Abraham wore a grey suit with green accents.

            When they arrived at Rhosarir, they were escorted to a room where they would be enjoying tea with the delegates. There they were greeted by the Prince and Princess. They appeared near the same age and only a few years younger than Katherine.

            Prince Lennox wore a regency suit that was black with yellow accents. He had short black hair, bright green eyes, and pale skin. He was fit but not bulky. He wore an elegant black mask that covered the upper portion of his face, but he had incredible bone structure that the mask couldn’t hide.

            Princess Estrella had long, straight black hair that she wore partially up. She had gorgeous olive-toned skin and grey eyes. She was relatively short and petite. She wore an elegant yellow silk kimono with black branches and pink cherry blossoms. It was tied with a beautiful red obi with an obidome of their family crest threaded through an obijime. She wore tabi with matching geta on her feet. She also wore a beautiful white mask with swirling silver designs. Like the Prince, Princess Estrella's beauty couldn't be hidden entirely, even with a mask.

            Prince Lennox gave Katherine an elegant bow. “It is an honor to meet you, Lady Holder.”

            “You are even more beautiful than I imagined.” Princess Estrella greeted her with a graceful bow of her own. It was the first time Katherine had received such a direct compliment from a woman since arriving in Scogrys, and her cheeks flushed.

            “Thank you.” Katherine gave them a proper Scogrian curtsy. “I am so glad to meet you.”

            “This must be Mr. Casidhe.” Princess Estrella greeted warmly. “We heard that you had a Cultural Advisor. You are so considerate.”

            “It is a pleasure to meet you.” Abraham gave a charming bow.

            “He must have informed you of our traditions before you arrived.” The Prince remarked with a calming insouciant voice. “You weren’t surprised when you saw us.”

            “You mean the tradition where the Imperial family has to wear masks?” Katherine responded. “He had mentioned that beforehand. I found it rather fascinating.”

            “It is customary for members of the Imperial family to wear masks upon their twelfth birthday.” Princess Estrella explained.

            “It symbolizes the faces the Emperor must wear to protect his people.” Prince Lennox explained.

            “Let us sit.” The Princess insisted. “We can chat more over tea.”

            “We have matcha tea and strawberry daifuku.” Prince Lennox explained as everyone took their seats.

            Servants poured the tea, and Katherine was excited to try it. The matcha tea was sweet and a little bitter. The acidic flavor of the strawberry cut the sweetness of the daifuku; the treat was quite refreshing. Katherine must have enjoyed the food so much that she must have broken her composure because the Princess started giggling.

            “You aren’t what I expected.” The Princess remarked with a perceptive smile. Prince Lennox shot Estrella a look of warning.

            “Oh, what did you expect?” Katherine asked curiously.

            “I don’t know.” The Princess answered. “I didn’t think you would be so independent and open-minded. The news we received from Scogrys made it seem like your allegiance was clear.”

            “You can’t trust everything you hear.” Katherine stated matter-of-factly. That’s the first time she heard Scogrys spreading positive rumors about her. They must be worried about losing her.

            Katherine chatted with the Prince and Princess about the culture of Artolarre. Human slavery was illegal, and Artolarre was the pinnacle of education and culture. It was also a patriarchy like Scogrys, but only members of the Imperial family could have consorts. Women had access to an education and carried out essential societal roles with some limitations.

            However, women were still considered objects. They were allowed to divorce their husbands, but the process was lengthy and tedious, and the children would fall under the husband’s care, frequently leaving the woman destitute. It was difficult for divorced women to survive or remarry; society often ostracized them. There was a strict separation of the classes, and marrying below your class was frowned upon. While Human slavery was outlawed, the slavery of other races wasn’t. The Kraphagax, Vesikelo, Louvandre, Itcainaith, and Dahonswy all were bound in chains and forced to serve the wealthiest and most elite. The more exotic the slave, the more significant the status symbol.

            “Oh, I have forgotten something.” The Princess sounded embarrassed. “Please excuse me. I’ll be right back.”

            As the Princess darted from the room, the Prince sighed. “Please excuse my sister. Estrella can be a bit boisterous.”

            “Actually, I like her.” Katherine replied, catching the Prince off guard. “She’s sincere.”

            “You are too kind, Lady Holder.” The Prince was very proper, almost rigidly so, but also reassuring. “I’m only a couple of months older than her. I know from first-hand experience what a troublemaker she can be.”

            “Kids are supposed to get in trouble.”

            “Actually, now that my sister is gone, I would like to take the opportunity to make a proposal.” Katherine had a sinking feeling before the Prince even continued. “How would you feel about getting married to me?”

            “Prince Lennox, I am honored but cannot accept.” Katherine didn’t need to maintain her composure because the prince exuded a calming aura and wasn’t as forceful with his proposal as the other delegates. She instinctively knew she did not need to fear the repercussions of her rejection.

            “If you are worried about my face, I can assure you I’m quite handsome.” The prince explained naturally as if this were a concern he had encountered before. “I can show my face to my wives and consorts when we are alone.”

            Katherine’s face softened, and Prince Lennox was shocked by the gentleness of her expression. “My Prince, there is so much more to you than your appearance.” Her words were reassuring. “My desire to not get married has nothing to do with you. I’m sure that you’re a wonderful person.”

            “I’m curious; why do you not wish to marry?” Prince Lennox asked.

            “Here, I’m too old, but I was too young back home.” Katherine delineated. “Many people where I’m from get married for love, but marriage isn’t required. I understand that the customs in Zazzora are different, and I might not have a choice in the matter for long, but I plan on refusing for as long as I can.”

            Prince Lennox opened his mouth to make another query, but Princess Estrella returned before he could. Princess Estrella had servants bring in a large, ventilated crate into the room. In the container was what appeared to be a black panther or leopard with six legs that was nursing three cubs. There was a fourth, but it was alone in the corner of the crate.

            “I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?” Princess Estrella asked. “I’ve come with gifts.” The Princess looked at her brother and could tell by his red ears what had occurred. “Did you give her your formal offer of marriage?” She could tell by Lennox and Katherine’s reaction that he had. “I thought I told you to wait.” Princess Estrella pulled her brother aside and began to whisper to him angrily. “You should get to know her first. She’s a person, not a tool. If you want to win her over, we must make your proposal more memorable than a business proposition.” The Princess seemed aware of Katherine's frequent refusal of proposals. She was unaware of them being able to hear her whispers.

            The Prince’s slowly reddening cheeks were visible even with a mask covering his face. “I just figured it was best to be candid and straightforward.” Prince Lennox responded.

            Princess Estrella turned back to Katherine. “My apologies, Lady Holder. I had advised my brother to wait until he knew you better.”

            “You’re very considerate, Princess Estrella.” Katherine smiled.

            The Princess’s cheeks flushed a little. “Well, I’ve brought you a gift.” She changed the subject. “These are Altinohy. Jessup specializes in raising and training them. They are swift and powerful. They are also only found on the continent of Delurra.”

            “They are beautiful.” Katherine remarked as she stood and looked curiously into the crate.

            “Eshtoal had her cubs during our trip across the Dumora Sea.” Princess Estrella explained. “I had planned on giving Eshtoal to you initially, but this would allow you to raise an Altinohy to your specifications.”

            The servants opened the crate, and Eshtoal and three of her cubs came out. “Just remain calm and let them investigate you.” The servant that Katherine assumed was Jessup advised.

            Abraham and Katherine obeyed, not wanting to face the wrath of a large cat with four front claws. After investigating Katherine, Abraham, and their room, the Altinohy relaxed. They had beautiful black fur that glistened in the light. The cubs became playful and started playing roughly with each other. Hearing their tiny growls and watching them pounce on each other was cute.

            The fourth was still in the crate. It was silent and small; the rest of its family didn’t appear to want anything to do with it—clearly the runt of the litter.

            “Do the cubs have names?” Katherine asked.

            “Not yet.” Princess Estrella replied.

            “Aww… What about this little one?” Katherine asked as she scooped the smaller cub up.

            “Eshtoal rejected her.” Jessup explained. “She didn’t eat her, but we don’t think she will last long.”

            “You can pick any one of them you want.” Princess Estrella stated, subtly trying to convince Katherine to pick a stronger cub.

            Katherine cradled the runt in her arms. The tiny cub almost didn’t know how to handle the attention. It held onto Katherine with its sharp claws sinking into her clothes. The little female cub had these magnificent icy green eyes, and when their eyes met, Katherine felt this deep instantaneous connection.

            “She’s so sweet. I love her.” Katherine answered, already infatuated with the small creature.

            “Lady Holder, are you certain?” The Princess questioned nervously.

            “I’m positive.” Katherine insisted. “She’s perfect.”

            After that, Jessup instructed Katherine on how to care for the runt. He gave Katherine detailed instructions. The cub would need to be bottle-fed every three to four hours. After a few weeks, it could begin eating solid food and milk. Then after two or three weeks of that, it could eat raw meat. It would need plenty of space to play and go outside frequently to hunt and do its business. It would be a lot of work, but Katherine wouldn’t give up on her.

            After that, they wrapped up their visit. Katherine and Abraham got back into the carriage to head back to Chateau Vetiver.

            “We need to work on not accepting bribes.” Abraham commented indignantly now that they were alone.

            “Bribes?” Katherine was flabbergasted.

            “Yes, this is the second bribe that you’ve taken.” Abraham was unamused.

            “How was I supposed to say no to this face?” Katherine asked as she gestured to the cub curled up in her arms.

            “You’re a bleeding heart, my Lady.” Abraham advised. “Your enemies will use that against you.”

            “I know.” Katherine replied more seriously this time. Abraham was glad that she wasn’t ignoring him.

            “What will you name it?”

            “I was thinking of calling her Sable.”

            Sable quickly became an important member of the estate; everyone loved her and cared for her. Katherine had been slightly concerned about how Sable would react to Tevlan because cats and dogs don’t usually get along. Sable had been cautious of him at first but was ultimately unafraid. Katherine figured that Sable knew that Tevlan wasn’t dangerous.

            They were in a large sitting room in the main house of the Chateau. This wasn’t Katherine’s favorite sitting room, but it was large enough to spend time with everyone. Katherine was feeding Sable with a bottle, Abe was reading a book, and Tevlan was practicing the piano. The piano music seemed to calm Sable, and Katherine was impressed with Tevlan’s improvement.

            That’s when letters arrived, most were from nobles eager to earn her favor, but the only important one was from the last Human Nation, Guzeltir. Katherine was sure the other foreign delegates wished to see her, but the festival and parade were drawing near, so most were preparing for that. She was excited to meet the most promising of the Human Nations, and glad things would be winding down soon.

            “Can you read that for me?” Katherine asked Abe. “My hands are a little full.” She looked down at Sable, whom she was bottle feeding on a chaise.

            “Certainly.” Abe replied as he tore open the envelope and read the letter within. “Representative Margarite Montague and Secretary Ambrose Mahain of Guzeltir invite you to Rhosarir for tea.”

            “Ooh, a female.” Katherine was intrigued. “Will she propose to me?”

            “Unlikely.” Abe replied. “She is already married. Her secretary is also in a serious relationship.”

            “Aww, having a woman flirt with me would be refreshing.”

            Upon hearing this exchange, Tevlan ceased playing the piano. “Have many of the foreign delegates attempted to court you?” Tevlan asked curiously.

            “No, I would probably be flattered if they did.” Katherine explained. “Instead, they offer political marriages.”

            “Prince Draven didn’t propose.” Abe remarked.

            “No, he proposed sex.” Katherine replied with audible irritation. “While that was certainly different from how others have approached me, it’s not appreciated.”

            Abe crossed his arms. “Really?”

            “What?”

            “Considering your stance on marriage, I figured you would be more open about sexual relationships.”

             Tevlan listened to Abraham and Katherine’s exchange. He was startled by his bitterness at the thought of his master being objectified, but he swiftly dismissed it as loyalty. Something about it didn’t sit right with him.

            “I am open about sexual relationships.” Katherine replied. “Sex is great, and I enjoy it. However, that doesn’t mean I will have it with just anyone. Whomever I decide to have sex with needs to be trustworthy. I need to trust that they’ll respect my boundaries. I would expect to be held to a similar standard.”

            “You seek quality lovers?” Tevlan asked.

            “Yes, I guess.” Katherine replied. “Honestly, I’m asking for the bare minimum. I would take an inexperienced lover who respects me over a skilled lover who is unwilling to acknowledge my boundaries. Sex should be safe and fun for all parties involved.”

            A few days later, Katherine and Abraham returned to Rhosarir for what would likely be their final time before Collefiele. They were escorted through the palace to the delegates of Guzeltir. They dressed modestly since, in Guzeltir, actions were more important than wealth. Katherine was glad she didn’t have to wear stays or a heavy and elaborate dress.

            Katherine was surprised to see Representative Margarite in a simple but formal grey suit. She wore a jacket with a pocket watch tucked into her pants pocket. She had long wavy strawberry blonde hair pulled back into a high ponytail, honey-brown eyes, and tan skin. She was of average height but had delicate bone structure. Wisdom and intelligence glimmered in her attentive eyes.

            Secretary Ambrose wore a similar suit, but his was tan. He had cropped, short curly brown hair, green eyes, and pale skin. Despite the stiffness of his suit, you could see his tall and athletic build. Much like the representative he served, you could see intellect in his face, but he lacked some of the wisdom of his mentor.

            They greeted her with a unique salute; they put their right fist over their heart and lowered their heads. This must have been a Guzeltian custom; Katherine found it refreshing and different.

            “Lady Holder, it is an honor to meet you.” Secretary Margarite smiled.

            “The honor is mine.” Katherine gave them a proper Scogrian curtsy. “This is Abraham Casidhe; he is my Cultural Advisor.

            “It is a pleasure to meet you.” Abraham returned the Guzeltian greeting. It was the first time that Katherine had witnessed him use this greeting. Katherine wasn’t surprised, and Abe was Guzeltian, after all.

            “That is quite resourceful, Lady Holder.” Secretary Ambrose stated.

            “We’ve heard extravagant tales of your resourcefulness.” Representative Margarite replied. “We value ingenuity in Guzeltir. Perhaps you could visit one day.”

            “I would like that.” Katherine replied, hopefully.

            Representative Margarite began to talk about the culture and customs of Guzeltir. In Guzeltir, men and women are treated equally. Marriages are regarded as mutually beneficial partnerships for social and economic improvement rather than legally binding contracts where one claims ownership of another. Same-sex marriages were common, and the country relied heavily on the sea’s resources. Slavery was illegal, and anyone involved in it was heavily punished. They were also welcoming of other races. While magic is closely monitored, it is not done as strictly as in Scogrys. Marrying out of your class was common and sometimes even encouraged. This allowed nobles to rule more fairly and sustain their wealth through marriage without relying on exploitation or other underhanded methods. Marrying a lower class could give nobles valuable perspective on those they served.

            Katherine was thrilled; this was the country she wanted to sponsor her. It sounded divine; they had extensive programs for the poor and the orphaned. They encouraged diversity, same-sex marriage and didn’t condone slavery. It was a place of learning and opportunity for everyone, regardless of race, sex, wealth, or status. It promised freedom that was difficult to achieve even back on Earth.

            The best part of Katherine’s visit with Representative Margarite and Secretary Ambrose was that there were no hidden undertones, bribes, proposals, or thinly veiled threats. They were earnest and candid. It was refreshing not to have to worry about reading between the lines.

            It took effort for Katherine to maintain her composure for an entirely different reason, to hide her excitement. If Katherine had a list of the Human Nations whom she would prefer to support her, Guzeltir would be first. Second place would be the Theodyn Empire, and third place was Marevalsig. Then it would be Artolarre, Scogrys, and Redallo, in that order. The Theodyn Empire was far from perfect, but she did have the opportunity to make a real difference there. Marevalsig had woman power, it seemed a little less shakable when it came to their traditions, but she knew she could be safe there. Artolarre seemed fascinating, but they would still stifle her; it was also ranked higher because it seemed more malleable than Scogrys and Redallo. Scogrys was still better than Redallo because they valued diplomacy here and publicly disavowed slavery.

            “You seem rather pleased.” Abraham remarked as they got into the carriage to return to the Chateau. “I take it that you fully understand your prospects now.”

            “I do.” Katherine replied with a brilliant smile.

            Finally, it was time for the parade to signal the beginning of the weeklong celebration, Collefiele, a harvest festival. The processions had King Warrick and Queen Valeska and nobles who made significant accomplishments throughout the year. This year, Katherine was the star attraction. Katherine and Prince Emhyr would ride in an open carriage and wave to the crowds of people.

            At the end of the procession, King Warrick would award any nobles he deemed worthy. Then he would grant Katherine the formal title of Hero and announce her presence to the world. Katherine felt such an announcement would put a massive target on her back, but there was no way out of it. She symbolized hope for the Human Nations, meant to fight the tide of coming darkness. For all their fear of the Old Gods, she knew practically nothing about them, which was a source of unending frustration.

            That morning Zoe and another maid, Lina, helped Katherine prepare. They had her bathe in rose water. They arranged her hair into an elaborate updo with jeweled pins holding her hair tightly in place. Doing her makeup, powdering her face, using rouge on her lips and cheeks, a touch of light brown eye shadow that made her blue-grey eyes appear vibrant, and using a powder-based mascara for her eyelashes. Adorned her with an elegant necklace and matching earrings. Not a hair out of place.

            Then came the dress. She was in a chemise, and they put her in a bone-lined corset tied so tight that it made her waist look strangely thin. The dress was cream-colored with accents of light blue. It had a high collar, fluffy lace around the neck, and lantern sleeves. The torso was light blue with matching cream flowers embroidered on it with an A-line skirt that was floor length with a large train. A three-hoop petticoat fluffed out the skirt, making it look fuller and bell-shaped.

            The procession would begin at the Artaxerian Temple, and the parade would wind its way through the streets of Rigolerri to the Rhettol Square, where there was a stone stage in front of a statue of Artaxerxes. Deur, Abraham, Tevlan, and Katherine took her carriage to the Artaxerian Temple. People were already beginning to gather for the parade, so the streets were crowded. There were royal knights, soldiers, and the knights of the other nobles who were getting awards.

            They arrived at the Temple about thirty minutes before the parade was set to begin. Priests and Priestesses greeted them upon arrival and insisted on giving them blessings, Katherine included. They spouted something from their holy scripture and raised their hand over her head, not touching it but hovering a couple inches over it as they prayed over her. Katherine found it vexing but didn’t dare to say anything.

            The Temple was a tall white stone building. It closely resembled an ancient Roman or Grecian Temple. It had five tall pillars in the front, one of which was deliberately broken to represent the betrayal of Achzib. Two massive wooden doors served as the front entrance. It had large arched windows with elegant carvings and statues. The enormous windows exposed the chapel and corridors within. There were depictions of Saints and their deeds captured in stone and wood.

            Everyone seemed incredibly busy, chatting and going over the day’s events. It was too loud. There was too much movement. She was overwhelmed, so Katherine took this opportunity to slip away. Despite her ridiculous dress, she silently excused herself and found sanctuary behind one of the massive stone pillars without telling anyone where she was going. There she focused on taking deep breaths as panic slowly sank in despite her desperate attempts to fight it off. She needed to try and deal with this anxiety before the parade started. She couldn’t break down in front of hundreds, potentially thousands, of people. Her anxiety sat like a stone in her gut, making her sluggish and nauseous.

            Tevlan had noticed that Katherine had been unusually quiet this morning. He had smelt a tinge of apprehension and thought it was normal for her to be uneasy about such a big occasion. However, he noticed that she appeared to vanish upon arriving at the Temple, which filled him with trepidation. It took no time for him to locate her with his powerful sense of smell, but as he got closer, he realized that the fear was palpable now. He used his staff to reach her safely and found her behind a pillar. Her heart raced, and he could taste the salt from unshed tears.

            “Lady Katherine, are you alright?” Tevlan asked.

            Katherine shook her head. “No.” She gasped; her breathing was shallow and rapid. She swallowed air like she were a fish out of water. Tevlan couldn’t see her attempts at self-soothing but could hear her restlessness and fingers tapping her sternum.

            “What’s wrong?” Tevlan asked.

            “So many things, I don’t even know where to begin.” Katherine gasped, struggling to keep her voice even. “I can barely breathe because of this stupid corset. Honestly, removing a couple ribs would have been easier than binding me like this. This dress is huge and heavy. I hate people staring at and watching me. I can’t even cry because I’ll ruin my makeup if I do.” Her words came out in a nervous rush, barely breathing between sentences. “I don’t think I can do this.” In that instant, she sounded so vulnerable that it made Tevlan’s heartache.

            Tevlan was unsure of what to say or how to help. “My Lady, you are strong and brave. You have overcome hardships much more significant than this. Deur, Abraham, and I will be there with you. You have accomplished so much and deserve to be recognized for it.”

            “It’s not just that.” Katherine explained shakily. “I’m supposed to be the Hero of the Human Nations. It’s a lot of responsibility. What if I screw it up?”

            “Can I see your hand?” Tevlan asked.

            Katherine gave him a shaky. “Uh-huh.”

            Katherine offered Tevlan her hand, and he took it into both of his. “You have already accomplished more than you realize.” He gave her trembling hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze. “If anyone can make this world a better place, it’s you. You might make some mistakes along the way, but I’m sure you’ll do what you feel is right. You have friends to support and help you if you do.”

            “What if we can’t fix it?”

            “Then we’ll face it together.” Tevlan assured. “We believe in you.” Perhaps he shouldn’t have been so willing to speak for others, but he truly had faith in her. “You aren’t alone.”

            Tevlan placed a kiss on the back of her hand. Her heart began to slow. Katherine focused on regulating her breathing. In, two, three, four. Hold, two, three, four. Out, two, three, four. And repeat. She was still anxious but was no longer on the verge of hysteria.

            “I guess, I should get back out there, huh?” Katherine still sounded hesitant. She didn’t want to go…

            Tevlan knew that it was a rhetorical question, but he answered anyway. “Yes.”

            “Can I- Can I keep holding your hand?” Katherine stammered, embarrassed. “It’s just that… It helps.” Her cheeks flushed.

            “Of course.”

            Katherine and Tevlan left their hiding place. Holding his hand helped her remain calm despite her anxiety swirling inside her stomach. Their small amount of physical contact drew some attention, but no one dared to say anything. For Katherine, simple physical touch like this was often soothing. Something Lucas and Mathias had usually done for her. She struggled to trust people, especially when it came to touch. Her parents, whom she should have trusted, often used their touch to harm her. It was like she had forgotten how nice it was. How long had it been since someone had reassuringly held her hand? Since she came to Zazzora? How long has that been? Four, maybe five months.

            Just before the parade started, Prince Emhyr approached. His golden hair had been styled, and he was wearing a suit that matched Katherine’s dress, which was light blue with cream-colored accents. It made Katherine uncomfortable that Prince Emhyr and her looked like a matching couple. She knew he was serving as her escort today, but King Warrick had made it clear that marriage to the young Prince was still on the table. He also wanted them to appear closer than they were to the public eye.

            “It’s good to see you again.” Prince Emhyr greeted with a regal bow. “You look beautiful in that dress.”

            “Thank you.” Katherine smiled, easily masking her unease and giving him a proper curtsy.

            Tevlan was startled that Katherine could so easily hide her genuine emotions. It made him realize that he had done something similar to survive during slavery, but he had never seen anyone else do it. Well, maybe he had, but this was the first time he could register and identify someone else doing it. He became quite skilled at only showing the emotions that his masters desired. Some masters liked it when he cried, and others hated it.

            Katherine let go of Tevlan’s hand and locked elbows with the Seventh Prince. Prince Emhyr helped Katherine into their open-air carriage decorated with garlands of vibrant flowers. The horses that pulled the carriage had their hooves painted black and flowers braided into their manes and tails. Even their saddles were ornate and decorated with woven garlands of flowers.

            The procession finally began, and Katherine and the Prince’s carriage were second to last. The only carriage to follow was the King and Queen’s. Deur, Tevlan, Abraham, and some of the Prince’s servants were on horseback following their carriage. Musicians danced up and down the procession. Soldiers marched at the beginning of the parade, followed by nobles that King Warrick would be recognizing and their knights.

            Crowds of people were pressed together at the edges of the roads. They cheered and threw brightly colored confetti as they passed. They cried the names of the nobles they recognized. Everyone smiled and waved to the crowds. “Lady Holder!” They chanted as she passed. It was overwhelming to hear, but Katherine swallowed back her anxieties and smiled. She caught a glimpse of Adora, Jason, Asta, and the other orphans in the crowds, who were ecstatic to see her. They at least made her smile more genuine, and she elected to blow them a kiss.

            The procession snaked through Rigolerri and lasted an hour and a half. After the parade passed, the crowds moved to Rhettol Square. They slowly exited their carriages and climbed onto the stone stage. They faced the masses with the statue of Artaxerxes at their backs, overlooking them.

            Then King Warrick addressed the crowds. Katherine didn’t pay attention to what he was saying as she focused on staying calm. The King awarded and pinned medals on the other nobles. The crowds applauded and shouted in support after each. Each person giving a brief speech.

            “Lady Holder.” King Warrick said, summoning her to the front of the stage.

            Katherine left Prince Emhyr’s side and moved to the front to stand with King Warrick, kneeling before him. King Warrick proceeded to announce. “The Human Nations have come together to stem the tides of darkness.” A hush fell over the crowd as he spoke. “The Old Gods have returned and threaten to bring chaos. In our time of need, we have called a Hero to protect us.” A proffer brought forward a ceremonial sword that King Warrick grabbed and raised high as if to absorb the sun’s light. “It is with great honor that I dub you Lady Katherine Marie Holder, the Hero of Humanity.” He tapped the sword on each of her shoulders. “Rise and claim the title of Hero.”

            Katherine stood, symbolically accepting the title and name Hero Katherine Marie Holder. The crowd cheered and applauded. It was still very overwhelming, but all that remained was a speech. She assured herself that she could do this.

            “I am honored to be granted the title of Hero.” Katherine proclaimed. “I know that chaos awaits us in the coming days. I cannot guarantee that there won’t be war and bloodshed. I do not promise to have all of the answers or not make mistakes. What I can promise is to do what is right despite the odds and take responsibility for the consequences of my decisions. I’ll protect the weak and strive to improve this world.” Katherine had hoped that if any Elves had heard her speech, they would be appeased.

            The crowd cheered in response to her humble and inspirational speech. This brought the ceremony to an end, and Collefiele began. The public slowly started to clear.

            Both Prince Emhyr and Tevlan approached Katherine. The prince was the first to speak. “Lady Holder, I wanted to speak with you about the ball.” The ball was supposed to take place on the last night of the seven-day celebration that was Collefiele.

            “I’m sorry, Prince Emhyr.” Tevlan responded before Katherine could and politely bowed without knowing the Prince’s exact location. “Lady Katherine is exhausted and needs some rest.”

            “O- oh, is that so?” The Prince asked hesitantly.

            “Yes, I’m afraid that I’m worn out.” Katherine admitted with a weary smile, though she was sure exhaustion was evident in her eyes. “I’m deeply sorry for the inconvenience, but Deur and Abraham can help you with whatever you need.”

            Tevlan and Katherine returned to the Chateau, leaving Deur and Abraham to assist Prince Emhyr with the ball. She was exhausted from the long day and desperately needed to rest. Her frayed nerves and that ridiculous corset made her feel suffocated, and she needed some time to recover from the events.

    A couple of days later, Katherine and several others had volunteered to chaperone the orphans from Graybrick. The children were broken into groups of six, with at least two chaperones per group. Katherine, Tevlan, and Gawain were grouped with Asta, Adora, Jason, Misa, Tony, and Sophie.

    Sophie was twelve with long black locks, dark skin, and grey eyes. Tony was eleven with curly platinum blonde hair, grey eyes, and fair skin. Misa was nine and had long straight red hair, honey-brown eyes, and fair skin. Misa, Tony, and Sophie appeared to be friends but didn't seem that close to Asta, Adora, and Jason. They were friendly enough and excited to go to Collefielle. This was the first time that the orphanage had openly allowed the children to go in far too many years. The orphans usually got to go to the feast that the Artaxerian Temple held. The feast lasted all seven days of the festival but usually involved sermons and parables for preaching their religion. While it provided the children with free food, hearing the same tales repeatedly wasn’t entertaining.

    Asta, Adora, Jason, and Misa were teeming with unrestrained excitement. Tony and Sophie were calm and trying to take in everything that was going on around them. Asta and Jason clung to Katherine's hands and pulled her excitedly through the streets of Rigolerri. Adora held Tevlan's free hand, and though she was excited, she was careful not to pull on him too hard; it was adorable seeing her being so considerate. Misa and Tony held Sophie's hands and were closely watched by Sir Gawain.

    The streets of Rigolerri were cramped and crowded. People came from nearby cities. Minstrels and other types of street performers walked the streets entertaining for money. The sound of laughter and music filled the air. Thankfully no one recognized Katherine in her more normal and comfortable clothes. She was afraid that the children wouldn't be able to enjoy themselves because of her fame. No one seemed to notice her pink ombre, and it appeared that she had unintentionally started a trend overnight.

    A juggler with a silly hat caught Misa's attention. He was juggling ten brightly colored balls. He would throw them in a specific pattern to create colorful designs to display his skill level. Since Misa was so fascinated by him, the juggler even taught her how to juggle three balls. Asta decided that he wanted to learn too and managed to juggle four balls, but when he tried to add the fifth, they went flying everywhere. Katherine gave the juggler a hefty tip for being kind to the children before they continued on their way.

    They stumbled upon a puppet show with children huddled on the dirt around a small wooden stage. Silly-looking puppets with exaggerated features danced around the stage, cracking jokes, clumsily falling, and shouting. The crowd of children roared with laughter at the comedic skits. They stayed and watched the show for a couple hours since it held the children's attention.

    Then they bought some festival food which involved an assortment of fried foods and skewered meats. The children ravenously ate their food; only Tony ate slowly. Tony seemed to be eating that way because he was trying to learn more about the food that he was eating by experiencing the flavor. He even talked with the vendor about how the food was prepared. Katherine decided to buy him a cookbook and even offered to let him come over to her estate and cook in the kitchen in the main house of Chateau Vetiver. He was especially excited when he heard of the stove and fridge that Katherine had invented. Talking about food really got Tony to come out of his shell.

    They stumbled upon a group of troubadours staging a play called the Lady of Steel. It was about a noblewoman named Scarlet falling in love with a blacksmith named Lear. Their love is doomed because of their difference in status. Scarlet is also in an arranged engagement with another noble because it is best for her house, Callenor. Scarlet and Lear were going to run away together, but their plans are discovered, and Scarlet’s father has Lear murdered. Scarlet is forced to marry a man she doesn't love and kills herself on her wedding night before the marriage can be consummated. It vaguely reminded Katherine of Romeo and Juliet.

    "Lady Katherine, have you ever been in love?" Adora asked. The suddenness of her question caught Katherine off guard.

    "I have." Katherine replied.

    "Will you be getting married?" Sophie asked with big curious eyes.

    "No." Katherine responded quickly, clearly embarrassed.

    "Is love supposed to be as sad as it was in the play?" Adora questioned.

    Katherine's face softened. "Sometimes it is, but it isn't always that way."

    "How do you know you've fallen in love?" Misa inquired.

    "That's a tough question because there's more than one answer." Katherine explained with a nervous smile. "There are many different kinds of love. There's love that makes your heart race, and you feel like you have butterflies in your stomach. There's love that makes you feel quiet and safe when it feels like the world is spinning out of control. There's love that makes you feel like you've known each other your whole life. Love feels different for everyone. If you think you love someone, you'll want to spend more time with them and know more about them. You’ll want them to be happy, even if it means they’re happy without you."

    "What kind of love do you have?" Sophie asked.

    "He made me feel safe."

    "Was it love at first sight?"

    The question made Katherine laugh. "Actually, I found him irritating at first." She could remember meeting Lucas as a sophomore in high school. He was always taking photos with his stupid camera. "He was basically an artist." Katherine didn't feel like explaining photography to answer Sophie's question. "He could find the beauty in everything. Something you found plain, boring, or mundane, he found beautiful and special. He had a way of seeing the beauty beneath the surface and liked sharing it with others. At the time, I found his talent annoying and tried to avoid him. He always seemed to find a way back into my life. I don't know what changed or when, but I grew to appreciate his perception of the world. I started wanting to spend more time with and get to know him. I thought that if anyone could see the beauty in me, he could, and he did."

    "What happened to him?" Misa asked. "You talk like he's gone."

    "He died in an accident." Katherine answered somberly.

    Their eyes grew big, and there was a moment of silence before one of the young girls spoke again. "Do you think you'll ever fall in love again?"

    Katherine shrugged. "It's certainly possible, but it isn't exactly a priority."

    "You know Deur and Abraham are rather handsome." Adora replied unabashedly. "So is Sir Gawain"

    Sir Gawain and Katherine flushed with embarrassment. "Deur and Abraham are spoken for, I believe." Katherine rushed to explain as her cheeks reddened. "Sir Gawain has sworn an oath to serve me, but as the Lady he serves, it would be improper of me to use my authority to have an unprofessional relationship with him."

    Adora seemed disappointed that her attempt to play matchmaker failed. "Fine…"

    "But what about Tevlan?" Misa remarked rather loudly. "He may be blind, but he's incredibly handsome."

    "He is." Katherine responded. "However, attraction is only a small part of falling in love." This was an attempt to steer the conversation away from Tevlan, primarily to prevent him from getting flustered. She didn't want him to feel uncomfortable, especially because of his situation.

    "You can fall in love with someone who isn't handsome?" Misa was flabbergasted.

    "One of my favorite fairytales from my world was called Beauty and the Beast. While the story has many variations, the moral is that you shouldn't judge a person by their appearance, and you can love them despite their imperfections." Katherine explained.

    "I guess…" Misa still sounded unconvinced.

    "You should love people for their hearts, not their appearance." Adora agreed with Katherine, though she seemed to agree more for Katherine's approval than from genuine understanding.

    Tevlan hadn’t heard Katherine talk about Lucas since the party. She made him sound like he was perfect… He had caught a glimpse of their relationship, and despite himself, he wondered what exactly had happened to Lucas. There are many kinds of accidents people could die in. Did his loss still hurt her?  Would she ever stop hurting? He felt ashamed for even thinking about the questions.

    "Whoa! That man's swallowing a sword." Asta shouted.

    "No way!" Tony cried in awe.

    Suddenly, the six children came barreling through to watch the street performer. They were desperate to know if the man could perform such an impossible feat. They were so enthralled that they stopped focusing on what was happening around them to bear witness.

    In their haste, the six children knocked Tevlan and Katherine over with such force that they lost their footing. Katherine landed on the ground with Tevlan on top of her. They were both equally shocked. Tevlan was shocked to catch a whiff of Katherine's consternation, then attraction, quickly erased by mortification. Her heart thundered in her chest, her face flushing multiple shades of pink and red. Katherine jolted upward in a clumsy attempt to escape the situation. This sudden movement caused her forehead to collide with Tevlan's.

    "Ow, I'm sorry." Katherine apologized as they scrambled to their feet. "That was stupid… I don't know why I did that." Those children had made Katherine think about such silly things…

    "My Lady, are you alright?" Sir Gawain asked.

    "Yes, I'm fine." Katherine hastily insisted despite being visibly flushed. "Tevlan, are you alright?"

    "O- Of course." Tevlan stammered in response. "I just hope I did not disgrace you, my Lady."

    "Nonsense, it was an accident. Uh- Don't worry about it." Katherine reassured. Katherine caught up to the children and lightly chided them. "Please be careful of what's going on around you. You could hurt someone or get hurt yourselves."

    "Sorry." The children replied in unison.

    "Miss Katherine, there will be a beauty contest soon." Misa sounded excited. "You should sign up. You're so pretty, and you'll win without a doubt."

    "Thank you, Misa." Katherine replied, and the child beamed. "However, beauty competitions aren't really my thing…"

    "Aww, but you're so pretty." Misa pouted.

    "And you are adorable." Katherine gave Misa a gentle tap on the nose. This didn't do much to appease Misa, but she appreciated the compliment.

    "Can we watch the archery competition?" Asta asked.

    "We can watch for a bit." Katherine replied after seeing disdain on Misa and Sophie's faces. Unlike Adora, they had no interest in fighting and were more focused on being ladylike.

    They went to a stadium-like structure that was known as the Bemelle Colosseum. It resembled a Roman Colosseum with towering stone walls, arches, and stands surrounding an outdoor battlefield. Here they held all kinds of competitions, primarily athletic. The games for Collefiele included archery, darts, boxing, wrestling, arm wrestling, swordsmanship, and jousting. Statues of their strongest warriors adorned the corridors of the Colosseum. One side had stone boxes; these box seats were for nobility, but a fine gold-trimmed one was meant for the royal family. The front-row seats were meant for wealthy merchants and commoners to view the spectacle. The higher you got, the cheaper the seats became. At the very top, there was a large section for those who couldn't pay to stand and watch.

    Today Crown Prince Baurdric Hal Scogrys watched from the royal box seats with his wife, and by the chatter, it seemed that the Third Prince Landry Hart Scogrys had participated in the jousting competition earlier that day. The boys seemed deflated since Prince Landry was known to be a skilled warrior. 

    The archery competition involved several knights, mercenaries, and nobles competing for recognition and a large sum of money. It involved shooting a target at greater and greater distances. They would raise or lift the target with rope and used magic to move the targets in more intricate patterns. Each round got increasingly more difficult, and competitors who couldn't succeed were cut.

    They had gotten there toward the end of the competition, and there were about fifteen contestants left out of eighty-five that had initially entered. Katherine decided to buy seats in the front so that the children could have a good view. Asta, Adora, Jason, and Tony yammered excitedly as they watched the competition.

    Perhaps it was her imagination, but it appeared that one of the competitors had noticed and recognized Katherine. Katherine dismissed this because there were far too many people in the Colosseum for her to be singled out from among them. Also, her Clark Kent disguise had been working all day, and she was far away. She was confident that there was no way anyone could recognize her, especially a competitor who needed to focus on winning anyway.

    As the competition progressed, the man who seemed to have recognized Katherine continued doing well and skillfully went through the rounds. Asta, Adora, Jason, and Tony even began cheering for him. Katherine was impressed by his agility and skill with the bow, and he ended up winning. An announcer praised the man for his skill and prowess, and they gave him a medal and a monetary reward. The man said he had won, "For the honor of our Heroine, Lady Katherine Holder." What an odd thing to say when the Heroine wasn't present? Maybe his sharp eyes had noticed her. Katherine shook this fleeting thought from her head.

    "They have the arm-wrestling competition soon. You should join." Asta insisted as he tugged at Tevlan's hand.

    "I'm not so sure that's a good idea." Tevlan responded hesitantly.

    "You're really strong. You could totally win." Adora added chipperly.

    The children began to pull him away. "Is this alright?" Tevlan asked Lady Holder uncertainly.

    "Of course, go and have fun." Katherine answered, stifling laughter.

    Colosseum employees cleared the arena of targets and arrows. Then they began to set up rows of tables for the arm-wrestling competition. While this happened, Asta and Adora helped Tevlan sign up for the competition.

    About thirty minutes later, the arm-wrestling competition began. It worked like a standard tournament system with dozens of matches facing off. The winners of the first round faced each other in the second round until the final winner was decided.

    Adora and Asta returned and pointed Tevlan out so that they could watch him from their position in the stands. Just as they had said, he progressed quickly through the rounds. Most of Tevlan's opponents underestimated him because he wasn't bulky like the other competitors. He was a Louvandre, though, so he was naturally more robust. This wasn't cheating; he still had to work hard for his wins, especially the further he got into the competition as he faced larger and more muscular competitors. They cheered for him from their position in the stands, and while to Human ears, their voices were swallowed by the crowd, his wolf-like hearing could still pick them up.

    Tevlan won the competition. Unlike the man from the archery competition, he refused to make a short speech. They greeted him as he exited the arena. He seemed more nonplussed than proud. He had won a small chest of gold coins and a gold medal for first place.

    "What should I do with the winnings?" Tevlan asked nervously.

    This made Katherine giggle. "Whatever you want, you earned it."

    Tevlan was still incredibly uncertain. His masters had never allowed him to have such autonomy. He was unsure of what to do with it. While he was grateful but did not wish to be wasteful. What was he to do with such riches? Could this be a test? He was apprehensive and decided it would be best to seek advice from Abraham.

            Katherine was forced to dress more extravagantly than she found congenial for the second time in seven days. All day her maids hovered around her, preparing for the ball that celebrated and brought an end to Collefiele. They bathed and tended to her hair, skin, and nails.

            At least today, Katherine got to wear a dress designed to her tastes, not to appease King Warrick or present a specific image to the common folk. Galena had outdone herself; the gown she had created for Katherine was immaculate. It was a dark red wine color with deep plum accents. It had an illusory neckline, the bodice’s neckline was a Queen Anne design, but sheer wine-colored fabric extended to a tuxedo collar high on Katherine’s neck. The sleeves consisted of the same sheer fabric that ran down her arms and ended by wrapping around her middle fingers. The bottom of the bodice had a Basque waistline at the natural waist level with a floor-length, full ballgown skirt that started narrow in the back, making it appear like it had a train when there was none. The skirt transitioned from wine red to deep plum as it went toward the hem. The bodice was adorned with embroidered black branches and matching plum blossoms. The bodice adjusted Katherine’s silhouette slightly but gave her plenty of room to breathe. She also didn’t have to wear uncomfortable hoops underneath, just a black double-layered petticoat.

            Katherine’s hair had been French braided from the nape of her neck to the crown of her head, and then it transitioned into a curled high ponytail. She wore dark brown eye shadow, exaggerated black cat eye eyeliner, mascara, soft pink blush high on her cheekbones and the tip of her nose, and dark red lipstick that matched the primary color of her dress. She wore long dangly earrings, a matching bracelet, and silk plum blossoms adorned her hair.

            While Karl and Abraham’s suits were similar, they weren’t the same; their suits were designed to be flattering to their different body types (of course, disguising Karl’s more feminine body). Karl wore a black suit with a deep plum broach on their jabot collar to match Katherine’s dress and a binder underneath. Karl’s hair was combed and styled, a dagger tucked into their boots. Abraham was Katherine’s secondary escort; he wore a winged collar and matching broach on his chest.

            Aricella also wore an extravagant dress, but hers was mauve with champaign accents. It had a scooped neckline with Juliet sleeves and a low Basque waistline. It was a floor-length, full ballgown skirt with a three-hooped champaign petticoat for support. Champaign lace adorned the sleeves, neckline, and hem. Graceful, embroidered butterflies danced over her bodice. She wore natural makeup that flattered her olive-toned skin and big brown eyes. Her unruly black curls were arranged in a loose fishtail braid, and matching silk butterflies adorned her hair.

            Deur was Aricella’s escort, so while his suit was black, he had a mauve jabot to match Aricella’s dress. His short dirty blond hair had been elegantly styled, he wore a broach with a Templar symbol on his chest, and like Karl, he kept a dagger in his boot.

            When they entered Burszal, there were trumpets. Burszal was an outrageous waste of taxpayer money that the Scogrian Royal Family had constructed over a hundred years ago at the peak of their economic success due to the slave trade. Gold and amber stones adorned the ballroom walls in ornate designs that mimicked that of the Elves and Kraphagax. A white marble floor was covered in vibrant red and gold carpets at various places, and illustrious furniture lined the walls. Decadent tapestries and paintings were scattered tastefully throughout.

            A herald announced their arrival. “Announcing Hero Katherine Marie Holder, accompanied by Sir Karl Fae Moor, Abraham Abner Casidhe, Aricella Marisol Havendez, and Sir Deur Eloy Cathmore.”

            Burszal was already full of guests, Scogrian nobles, and foreign delegates. They all turned and watched as Katherine and her entourage entered the hall. Katherine’s entrance seemed quite the spectacle as she had a man on either arm. This had been deliberate; Katherine hoped it would keep the more spineless nobles at bay.

            The Hero and her entourage proceeded to greet their hosts, the Scogrian Royal Family. They were easy to distinguish by the heads of golden hair (except for Queen Valeska and their spouses). Those present were all six princes, those with wives standing beside them, and the youngest princess. There was a prince that Katherine couldn’t quite place who stood rigidly with his family. King Warrick had Queen Valeska’s arm and greeted them warmly. Katherine and her entourage greeted the Royal Family with perfect Scogrian bows and curtsies.

            “Lady Holder, we are glad you are here.” King Warrick stated. He made it sound like she had an option; she was required to attend this event.

            “I am honored, your majesty.” Katherine replied. “The Royal Family has been so gracious to me; I hope I can properly express my gratitude by enjoying this exquisite ball.” While her words were sweet and said with a polite smile, anyone aware of the situation knew they were double-edged. It was a quiet challenge. She wanted King Warrick to watch from his gilded throne. She wanted him to watch as she mingled with the foreign delegates, to see the relationships she had forged with them, and any possible misunderstanding was welcome.

            King Warrick was too baffled and infuriated to respond without drawing attention, so Queen Valeska answered in his stead. “Please enjoy the ball.” Again, Katherine and her entourage bowed before excusing themselves. Then the Queen turned her attention to the room full of nobles who likely didn’t look too closely at their exchange and instructed. “Now that our special guest has arrived let’s begin.” With a wave of her hand, the music started.

            The nobles were drawn to Katherine like moths to a flame. They wanted to be her first dance. One’s first dance in high society had many social and political implications, especially for a woman. However, Katherine had the perfect way to deal with the situation and already had a plan to prevent any potential misunderstandings.

            Katherine’s first dance went to none other than Karl. Katherine had helped them practice for this very moment. They twirled elegantly around the dance floor. Katherine hoped they were doing well because many eyes were watching them. The music consisted of pianos, violins, lutes, lyres, and flutes. Elegant classical notes filled Burszal as dozens of couples spun in rhythm on the dance floor.

            When the song ended, Katherine was intercepted by Prince Draven before she could even return to her entourage. He was dressed extravagantly in a black and blue suit, and his long platinum blonde hair had been styled into a bun. Katherine had to admit, against her better judgment, that he looked handsome.

            “Lady Holder, can I have this dance?” Prince Draven asked with a seductive smirk. Katherine glanced around, hoping for an excuse to escape, but only found curious eyes. Her every move and word reflected on her and the people associated with her; she could not show even a modicum of disrespect without properly masking it.

            “I would be honored.” Katherine smiled. She was willing to risk the ire of the nobles and their wagging tongues, but she changed her mind when she noticed King Warrick glaring at their interaction.

            Prince Draven kissed the back of her hand, paying no heed to the cloth there, before guiding her onto the dance floor. Katherine wasn’t surprised that the lecherous prince was an incredible dancer; they glided gracefully around the dance floor. Katherine wasn’t very comfortable knowing how Draven desired her, but she remained neutral. She focused instead on the movements of the dance.

            “You truly are a marvel.” Draven remarked.

            “Hmm?” Katherine was unsure what he was talking about.

            “I’ve caught wind of the inventions you’ve been making.” Draven continued. “Such inventions are welcome in the Theodyn Empire; you’ll find less red tape in creating such contraptions.”

            “I’m sure that’s true with wonders like the iskeme and syndrych.”

            “I’ve also heard that you like pets.”

            Katherine’s body stiffened in response; she instinctively knew he was talking about Tevlan and not Sable. Draven’s flirtatious smile and the mischievous gleam in his eye only confirmed her fears. He had learned of Tevlan somehow. Was there a spy? Had Chateau Vetiver been infiltrated? Maybe a spell or magical artifact? A chill ran down her spine at the thought of her servants not being as loyal as she thought.

            “Don’t worry.” Draven had reassured upon hearing her silence. “Pets are commonplace in the Theodyn Empire; you can have as many as you like there. I only wish that I had known your preferences sooner.”

            Katherine’s face drained of color. “You are most courteous, your highness.” She replied stiffly, her mind flailing to figure out how to smooth things over.

            “You’ll find that the Theodyn Empire is remarkably hospitable, I dare say more than Scogrys.” Draven explained. “You needn’t worry; your secret is safe.”

            “I do not have plans of leaving Scogrys soon. I have much work to do.”

            Prince Draven appeared dejected. “That’s rather unfortunate.”

            As their song ended, Katherine plucked a silk blossom from her hair and pressed it into his hand. Draven could not hide his surprise. “Don’t misunderstand. I wish to maintain an amicable relationship with the Theodyn Empire.” At face value, her words were exactly what she meant, but she knew that the wanton prince would read more into them. She was not proud of her manipulation but felt it necessary to protect herself and her people.

            Draven’s hand tightened on the small hair ornament. “Of course.”

            Katherine made her way to her entourage. She had many cordial conversations with Scogrian nobles but nothing more. She fruitlessly tried to remember their names and faces; she would have been lost without Abraham's assistance. That’s when Representative Montague and Secretary Mahain approached her and gave them the Guzeltian greeting. They were dressed in elegant but modest suits like the ones they wore when they met Katherine initially.

            “I would like to invite you to visit Guzeltir.” Representative Montague stated. “I know you are very busy, but I believe you’ll thrive there. This offer does not expire. You’ll always be welcome in Guzeltir.”

            Katherine was flattered by her words. “I’m honored by your considerate offer.”

            “The Vatrasula Isles are gorgeous and always warm.” Secretary Ambrose chimed in.

            “There are many wonders in the Amaranthym Jungles.” Representative Montague continued. “I believe you would enjoy exploring and unraveling the jungle’s mysteries. You will get to meet many kinds of fascinating people.” She was politely inferring to the different races that were welcome in Guzeltir.

            “It is absolutely an opportunity that I cannot miss.” Katherine admitted. When my schedule clears up, I’ll be sure to come visit.”

            “You are welcome to do more than just visit.” Representative Margarite responded; Katherine knew she was saying that Katherine could stay in Guzeltir as long as she wished.

            Suddenly, their conversation was interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Katherine was shocked to see Prince Lennox. He wore an exquisite black suit with matching emerald broach and cuff links. His cropped, short black hair had been combed and styled. Even with a mask covering the upper portion of his face, he looked dashing and a little nervous.

            “Apologies for interrupting your conversation.” Prince Lennox gave an elegant bow.

            “No need to fret.” Representative Margarite replied. “We won’t keep you, Lady Holder, and please enjoy the ball.” With that, the Guzeltian representatives excused themselves.

            Now Prince Lennox had Katherine’s full attention. “Your highness, did you need something?”

            Lennox’s body went rigid in response, and a long awkward moment of silence stretched before them. Had he forgotten what he was going to say? Suddenly, his face flushed, and he asked. “Could I have this dance?”

            Katherine didn’t have the heart to tell him no. “Of course.” Her face softened at Lennox’s awkward offer, and she gently took his hand.

            As they danced, Katherine noticed that Lennox had impeccable footwork, but his right arm was a little stiff. “Have you reconsidered my proposal?”

            Katherine became a little uncomfortable. “Prince Lennox, I am flattered by your proposal.”

            Lennox frowned, already knowing her response. “But you refuse.”

            Katherine nodded. “I do.”

            Lennox was clearly disappointed. “Is there any way I could change your mind?”

            Katherine shook her head but hastily stated. “Refusing your marriage proposal doesn’t mean I don’t want positive relations with Artolarre.” Lennox guided her into a spin a little harshly. “Sorry, I don’t mean to change the subject, but is your right arm injured?”

            There was a sudden shift in his demeanor; even from behind a mask, she could see a look of shame. “I have- I have a magical construct for my right arm.” He struggled to keep his voice even.

            Now it was Katherine’s turn to feel ashamed. “I’m sorry, I was… inconsiderate.”

            “I- I lost it in battle due to my own incompetence.” Lennox admitted pensively.

            “Battle?” Katherine was confused. “But you’re so young…” She watched his eyes but did not discern any dishonesty. “I can’t imagine what that must have been like.”

            “It is a prince’s duty to fight for his people.” He replied matter-of-factly.

            “How old were you?” Katherine asked softly. “If you don’t mind my asking…”

            “Fourteen…”

            “You were just a kid…”

            “I have fought in many battles since.” She could feel Prince Lennox becoming emotionally distant.

            Katherine gave him a tender smile. “I might not be willing to become your princess, but I would be proud to call you my friend.”

            “If you’re doing this out of pity-”

            Katherine cut him off. “Pity seems the appropriate response, but that’s not why. I would be honored to have such a reliable friend.”

            “Reliable? What makes you think that?”

            “You must be very skilled in battle and strategy.” Katherine countered. “You were so young, and you’re still here.”

            Her statement visibly touched Prince Lennox. The song came to an end, so he turned to her. “I accept your offer of friendship. My sister and I will be departing for Artolarre soon. Would it be all right if I- if we wrote to you?”

            “Absolutely.”

            With that, they parted ways, and Katherine returned to her entourage. Again, Katherine was bombarded by noble drones, desperate for her favor. Katherine remained perfectly cordial but nothing more. When the crowd thinned, Katherine was approached by Grand Vizier Olezka. He wore clothing just as extravagant and foreign as when they first met.

            “Lady Holder, I am glad you are faring well.” The Grand Vizier bowed. “You look radiant and formidable.”

            Katherine hadn’t designed her dress to impose an image of strength; she just wanted something similar to what she would have worn back home. Darker colors and bold looks made her feel comfortable in her skin. “Thank you.” She replied with a courtly smile.

            “I have received your formal refusal of our marriage offer.” Olezka was referring to the letter that she had sent weeks ago. “However, Sultan Zalmunna does not want to give up.” He handed Katherine a letter. “The Sultan is inviting you to his palace in Redallo. He would like to show you the beauties of the Erimell.” Katherine understood what Olezka implied; the Sultan wanted to woo her in person.

            “Sultan Zalmunna is most gracious.” Katherine replied affably. “I will send word as soon as I can visit.”

            “We will be eagerly waiting.”

            Without a moment’s rest, Katherine was approached by the Royal Advisor Kefira. “Queen Vartan wishes for your autonomy. You are wise not to leash yourself to these men… They only seek to control your power, to use you.” Kefira’s long black braids had been arranged into a refined updo. She wore a fancy yellow Vedic dress with golden flowers that flattered her olive-toned skin.

            “I am blessed to be welcomed into a sisterhood of self-reliant women.” Katherine gave an urbane response.

            Katherine’s response made Kefira smile. “Yes, a magnificent sisterhood.” Suddenly, Kefira changed the subject. “I hear you treasure your gift; you seem to care for it dearly.”

            “O- Of course I do.” Katherine was quick to counter. “Queen Vartan gave me such a prized possession; it is only natural that I treasure it.” Her gut twisted at referring to Tevlan as an object.

            Kefira’s eyes gleamed. “He is uniquely skilled… You can obtain many more gifts and consorts in Marevalsig. A word of caution, though; it is not wise to become too attached to a single pet.” Katherine struggled to hide her disgust; an icy chill ran down her spine. Thankfully, something drew Kefira’s attention away, and she appeared almost bored. “A naive prince wishes to speak with you. I’ll be leaving. You will always have an ironclad sisterhood in Marevalsig.”

            Kefira wasted no time leaving, and Katherine looked over to see Prince Emhyr approaching. He wore a black and gold suit with sapphire adornments. His shoulder-length blond hair was pulled back into a low ponytail. Kefira rudely brushed past him in haste; Emhyr was too distracted to notice.

            “Prince Emhyr, how have you been faring?” Katherine’s words drew him from his mind.

            “I am well, Lady Holder.” Emhyr hesitated before continuing. “You look amazing… Can- Can I have this dance?”

            Emhyr was surprised to see Katherine’s face soften. She can’t say she was surprised; she hadn’t been on her best behavior around the prince. The poor kid seemed terrified. Katherine amiably took his hand. “Of course, your highness.”

            “Is there any way I could convince you to reconsider my marriage proposal? My father did not handle the situation tactfully, so I would like to extend the offer to you myself.” While Prince Emhyr was tense, he was well-versed in dance.

            Katherine swallowed down her frustration. She wasn’t mad at Prince Emhyr; he was trying to do right by her. She was angry that her refusals weren’t enough. It just made her realize that they only cared about using her for their means. They might have their reasons, but it was clear they did not respect her much, if at all. She shook her head in response to Emhyr’s question. “I’m afraid not, your highness. You are far too young.” Katherine sighed when she saw his embittered face. “As a Prince, I know you have your duties, but you’re the Sixth Prince… Aren’t there things that you want just for you? Don’t you have dreams or desires that fall beyond duty?”

               Emhyr didn’t know how to respond, so he responded the only way he had been taught. “I must prove that I can serve my people. My people, my country, comes before all else.”

Katherine nodded. “When will you prove that? When will it be enough?” There was a long moment of silence. “Why aren’t you enough now?”

            Katherine could tell by the look on Emhyr’s face that he still didn’t know how to respond. He opened his mouth like he was about to speak, but no words came out.

            “Would you like to hear my advice?”

            Emhyr pensively nodded.

            “Be a kid while you can.” Katherine answered. “Make mistakes, be spontaneous, make your own path, and fall in love.” Emhyr listened to her intently. “If you ever need a friend, I’ll be there.”

            Emhyr had a bittersweet expression and clearly didn’t know what to say. It was probably the first time he had been asked to make mistakes. Katherine’s advice probably didn’t seem very insightful, and their dance ended in silence.

            Katherine decided it prudent to step outside for a breath of fresh air. She took refuge on a nearby terrace. It was dark, the wind was cool and crisp, and the night sky was clear. The music and the ball seemed so distant as she gazed up at the stars. She sighed as she released the tension slowly building in her body over the evening.

            Suddenly, there came a voice from the dark corner of the terrace. “What is the guest of honor doing out here?”

            Katherine clamped a hand over her mouth to suffocate her startled yelp. Whoever it was, appeared to have been there all along, but it had been difficult for her to see them from their position because of the shadows in the night.

            The man chuckled in response. “Sorry, it wasn’t my intention to startle you.” The man stepped into the dim light that was filtered through the windows. “Still, I am surprised to see you out here. You seemed to have been handling your unique position adroitly.”

            Katherine recognized the man; he had been standing with the Royal Family. He had their trademark golden blonde hair; he was a Scogrian Prince, but which? He had unruly shoulder-length golden curls, golden tan skin, and deep blue eyes. His suit accentuated his lean body, and he wasn’t as elaborately dressed as his siblings. His suit was red with gold accents, enhancing his eye color. Katherine couldn’t quite place it, but he had a roguishness.

            Katherine gave him a graceful curtsy. “My sincerest apologies, your highness, but I can’t recall your name.”

            “I don’t imagine you would.” He chortled. “My family doesn’t talk about me much; I’m quite the disappointment, you see.” He returned Katherine’s curtsy with a bow. “Prince Mordred Adar Scogrys, at your service.” He placed a kiss on the knuckles of her fingers, suavely avoiding the fabric on the back of her hand.

            Katherine was confused by his straightforward behavior.

            “You probably haven’t heard of me because I’m a Thaumaturge.” Prince Mordred continued. “I live at the Silvenberg Morkula, but they forced me to return for this ball.”

            Prince Mordred would have been separated from his family at a young age. It shouldn’t be surprising that he wasn’t close to his family. Katherine intuitively knew that he could probably see through the machinations of his kin. If a noble were to awaken as a Thaumaturge, they lost the right to their title.

            “I don’t understand why they would force you from your tower for my sake?” Katherine retorted.

            Prince Mordred shrugged. “Desperation perhaps… Though I don’t regret coming. Now that I’ve met you, I’m intrigued.”

            “Oh?” Katherine arched an eyebrow. “Should I be concerned?”

            This time Mordred laughed sincerely. “I’ve never seen anyone get under my father’s skin so quickly or willingly.”

            “My mere existence seems to do the trick.” Katherine quipped. “It’s been that way since I was summoned here.”

            “We have that in common.” He responded with a self-deprecating laugh. “You should go, your escorts are looking for you, and you wouldn’t want to get caught alone with a strange man you barely know. We wouldn’t want my father to take advantage of the situation.”

            Katherine was fascinated by Mordred but knew it was best to heed his advice. Not long after she returned to the ball Katherine and her entourage left for Chateau Vetiver.

            After getting home, Katherine was still restless, so she sat in the courtyard for a while and stared up at the stars. Now that the dog and pony show was over, she would have to get to work. She would have to make some hard choices; she just hoped that she would make the right ones. She hoped that she was strong enough to weather them…

            “Lady Katherine.” Tevlan called for her hesitantly.

            Tevlan’s soothing voice pulled Katherine from her contemplation. When Katherine looked up, she was pleasantly surprised to see Tevlan wearing a black suit, it wasn’t very extravagant, but he looked gorgeous. His long black waves had been pulled back into a ponytail. “Tevlan, what’re you doing?”

            “I- I’m sorry.” Tevlan stammered nervously. “I just wanted to ask if you would dance with me?”

            Katherine giggled gleefully. “But there isn’t any music.” Her comment was meant to be teasing, but she immediately regretted it when she saw how dejected Tevlan looked. She quickly took his hand. “I’m sorry… It was a bad joke…”

            “Are you sure?” Tevlan’s face flushed. “But you’re right. We can hardly dance when there’s no music.”

            Katherine gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “I would love to dance with you.” Her words were soft.

            Tevlan pulled her close, and they danced. They danced in the calm of the night to imaginary music. Katherine was surprised that Tevlan was basically an expert dancer. He guided her so marvelously that she wondered if he could see. Their feet not even seeming to touch the ground like they were floating. They danced for probably two or three songs in silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable; they were simply harmonious together.

            Tevlan was out in the garden a couple days after the ball. The autumn wind was blowing, and he could feel rays of light being filtered through drifting clouds. He was carefully pruning plants, using his fingers to feel for the wilting parts gently and trimming them off with garden shears. The Gardener, Garth, had taught him how to feel and identify the weeds that needed to be pulled. Winter would be coming soon, so he began to lay mulch to protect the ground from any coming freezes. While his tasks were simple, they took hours due to his lack of sight. He found gardening as relaxing as it was physically demanding. He savored the rich smell of the dirt and the crisp aroma of the flowers.

            Tevlan had started watering the plants when Katherine approached him. “Hey, Tevlan, can I talk to you?”

            “Oh, of course, Lady Katherine.” Tevlan was about to set his watering can down.

            “You don’t need to stop.” Katherine assured. “Oh, you have some dirt on your face. Can I get it for you?”

            Tevlan reached a hand to his face to try and get it on his own but quickly realized his efforts were in vain. “If you don’t mind.”

            Katherine pulled out a handkerchief. She reached up and wiped the dirt from Tevlan’s face. He was shocked by how gentle she was; she was always so careful with her movements around him. Always considerate of him, handling him with care. Though he would never say it aloud, he was deeply touched.

            “Wow, you’re tall.” Katherine remarked as she pulled back now that she was done clearing the dirt.

            “Am I?”

            “Yeah, you’ve got four or five inches on me.”

            “Is that a lot?”

            Katherine shrugged. “It’s enough to make me feel short.”

            Tevlan returned to watering the plants. “What did you need to speak to me about?”

            “Well, I’ll have to start traveling a lot soon, and I wanted to know if you were interested in coming.”

            Tevlan was shocked. “I do not think that is wise. I would only make things more difficult because of my condition…” He wasn’t referring to his blindness but the full moon. Truthfully, he would love to go. It would be thrilling to go out and explore, especially alongside her ladyship, but he was dangerous.

            “Actually, Abraham and I are trying to work on that.” Katherine replied. “But I want to know how you feel about it first.”

            “What’s the plan?” Tevlan sighed nervously. Most of his masters wanted nothing to do with him on the night of the full moon; they locked him away with chains and in reinforced cages.

            “I’m having some special chains made.” Katherine explained. “They’ll adapt to your transformations without causing you harm and allow us to keep you in one place without requiring a cage. I’ll explain more when we get them. We’ve tested them on some animals, but it’s not the same, considering your strength.” She was referring to how Tevlan had torn the chains out of his special cell in the dungeon on his first full moon at Chateau Vetiver. Thankfully, the bars were already reinforced, but the chains were flawed, and he easily broke free of them. He didn’t cause any harm, but seeing a humanoid wolf-beast trying to claw out of a cell is quite terrifying.

            “Are you sure it will work?”

            “We’ll need to iron out some pre-existing issues with the magic runes and test it on you.” Katherine consoled. “Don’t worry, we’ll take all the necessary precautions, and I’ll be there too.”

            Tevlan looked disturbed. “Y- you’ll be there too?”

            Katherine nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be there for the more defensive spells.”

            Tevlan did his best to hide his terror. Lowered inhibitions were the least of his concerns on the nights of the full moon. He wasn’t himself when he transformed on those nights; he could wreak havoc and leave desolation in his wake. His adopted family had also struggled with it, damaging the house and furniture and even hurting his father. He didn’t want her ladyship to watch him turn into a crazed monster.

            He rapidly shook his head. “No! It’s- It’s too dangerous.”

            “Look, I know you’re scared, but take some time to think about it.” Katherine’s voice softened. “Honestly, I’m afraid too.” Katherine sighed as she searched for the words to continue. “I’m afraid of what could happen while I’m away. Who knows what’ll happen to you if they find out-”

            “I’m a slave.” Tevlan finished her sentence for her, and for a moment, he thought she was doing this out of a twisted sense of self-preservation.

            “That too, but if they learn you’re a Louvandre.” That’s when Tevlan could smell the scent of Katherine’s fear. “Scogrys isn’t known for being accepting of other races. You’ll be alone in the capital, surrounded by my enemies. I would- I would rather have you with me. That way, I know I can protect you.”

            There was a long moment of silence before Tevlan responded. “All right, but if the test fails, that’s it. I don’t want anyone getting hurt.”

            “Of course, I’ll make sure to keep everyone safe.”

            Later that day, Katherine was limbering up to go for a run. Sir Gawain and Sir Lance were already practicing on Chateau Vetiver’s small training grounds. Katherine’s runs started at the gates of the estate and went into the heart of Rigolerri. Her knights used to join her on her runs, but they found her methods and routes too taxing.

            Katherine was still stretching when Lina approached. “My Lady, a guest has arrived at the estate.”

            Katherine’s brow furrowed in confusion. “A guest? Aren’t they supposed to send a letter before their arrival?”

            “Yes, my Lady.” Lina replied.

            “Did I forget they were coming?”

            Lina shook her head. “They never sent a letter, my Lady.”

            “They showed up unannounced?” Katherine was shocked and at a bit of a loss.

            Lina nodded.

            “Who is it?” Katherine was scrambling, unsure of what to do.

            “They claim to be the Fourth Prince, my Lady.”

            “Well, I’m intrigued.” Katherine laughed dryly. “I’ll go see him.” She hoped this would prove to at least be mildly entertaining.

            “Are you certain, my Lady?” Lina was surprised. “It is rather rude to arrive unannounced. There would be no issue with sending him away.”

            “It’s alright, this’ll be interesting.” Only royalty dared to arrive unannounced at someone’s estate, especially Katherine’s.

            Katherine wasn’t surprised to find that it was actually Prince Mordred at the gates of her estate. The guards didn’t seem convinced of his identity and were trying to get him to leave. Today he was wearing the simpler, monochromatic clothes indicative of Thaumaturges.

            “Lady Holder.” Her guards were shocked by her presence and quickly stood at attention.

            Mordred’s eyes lit up with recognition, but he was clearly bewildered by Katherine’s choice of clothing. She was wearing a lose fitting light blue T-shirt tucked into a pair of dark brown pants, and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. His reaction to her comfortable clothing wasn’t surprising. It had become a relatively common response.

            “Prince Mordred, what are you doing here?” Katherine asked.

            “I have an important proposition for you.” Prince Mordred explained.

            He was going to continue, but Katherine cut him off. “Many do.” She quipped. “Most would send a letter, though…” Katherine ignored many letters, especially those from nobility desperately vying for her favor. “Come back after following proper decorum.”

            Mordred gaped at her in stunned silence. He watched with wide eyes as Katherine exited her gates; she was obviously going somewhere despite her unusual attire and the lack of carriage. “Where are you going?” He was insistent. “Perhaps I could accompany you?”

            Katherine arched an eyebrow in response. “You would accompany me as I go for a run?” Mordred was astonished by her reaction. “Are you comfortable running in that?” Katherine’s clothing had been deliberately selected and was much better suited for physical exercise than Mordred’s. Even the plainest of Scogrian clothing had multiple layers, men included.

            “Uh… Y- Yes.” Mordred stammered as he hurriedly stripped off his jacket and vest. He removed his jabot and undid the top buttons of his shirt at the neck.

            “Are you sure?” Katherine asked again, trying to give him an easy out. “My course takes me down Rosemont Boulevard until the intersection at Hartfila Street.”

            Mordred’s face paled as he realized they would be running down one of the busiest streets in Rigolerri. They would only run for a mile, but there would be many obstacles. His lips pressed into a tight line, and he silently nodded. He was confident in his running prowess, a pastime he had taken up during his stay at the Silvenberg Morkula.

            Katherine smirked mischievously. “How about a deal?” Mordred seemed determined to get out of the situation that he found himself in, and Katherine was willing to throw him a line. “If you beat me to Hartfila Street without using magic, I’ll listen to your proposition today.”

            “Very well… I accept.” Mordred was certain of his skills, but he was sure that the obstacles of Rosemont Boulevard would hinder them both. Katherine was the only person he needed to outrun, and he was confident he could accomplish that feat.

            “Oh?” Katherine was amused at his refusal to back down. However, she felt that the Fourth Prince was underestimating the task and her own abilities. “You seem confident… What will you do if you lose?”

            “I won’t.” Mordred insisted.

            Katherine’s smirk broadened into a grin. “That was a rhetorical question.”

            Mordred was certain that Katherine’s confidence was a bluff. He wouldn’t need magic to win this. That’s what he thought before Katherine took off running at full speed. Mordred scrambled after her. He was surprised by how fast she was. He had to fight to catch up with her as they rounded the first corner that led to Rosemont Boulevard.

            Their first obstacle was a series of wooden crates clustered together in stacks. Workers were still moving the boxes onto the side of the street, intending to move them into a store later. Mordred had expected Katherine to slow down to evade the workers and the crates, but her pace showed no signs of easing. As they neared the containers, Mordred became uneasy as Katherine still showed no signs of changing trajectory. Mordred peeled away, narrowly dodging the workers and earning shouts of protest. However, Katherine leapt onto the crates, climbing their various heights and stacks. Then she jumped from the highest pile, which was approximately eight feet tall, and landed by tucking her head and shoulder, going into a safety roll from which she quickly got to her feet without missing a beat. Worst of all, Katherine was now in the lead since she hadn't faltered.

            Katherine had gained a significant lead with her unique antics. She kong vaulted over elaborate Regency-era architecture, precision jumping between hand railings and, at times, wall running to avoid substantial crowds. While her feline-like athleticism was enchanting and the movements of her lean musculature enamored Mordred, he could tell she wasn’t using any magic. The skill of her fluid movement filled him with frustration.

            Mordred had heard many rumors about their Hero; ungrateful, selfish, unchaste, freer of slaves, savior of orphans, and investor. While many were contradictory, trickster was not a title she had been given yet. Katherine had seemed sincere enough at the ball during their conversation, but perhaps she was just being cautious. Had she been testing the water to see if he would be useful? She wouldn’t have been the first to attempt such a thing.

            Katherine soundly beat Mordred to Hartfila Street, and she waited smugly for him to finish the race. Mordred’s rage propelled him through the final portion. Katherine shouted at him and waved frantically. Mordred was too distracted by his wounded pride and pumping blood to hear her. That’s when a large carriage crossed the intersection right before the finish line. He had too much momentum to stop and slid under the bulk of the carriage instead. The timing was perfect, and he narrowly slid under the carriage without getting hit.

            Mordred didn’t have a second to catch his breath before Katherine pulled him to his feet and frantically scolded him. “Are you crazy? You could have gotten seriously hurt!” When Katherine saw his visible confusion, she continued. “I tried to warn you about the carriage. Didn’t you hear me?” For a moment, Mordred glimpsed an abyssal terror that Katherine had hidden in her heart, leaving him mute.

            Mordred could only muster the courage to shake his head.

            For a moment, Katherine appeared despondent, then livid. Katherine let out a sigh so long that it surprised even herself, then she took several deep breaths before she spoke again after regaining her composure. “Are you hurt at all?”

            “Just some minor scrapes and bruises.” Mordred reassured, nearly forgetting his anger from before.

            “That was… Don’t do that again.”

            “All your roguish acrobatics, and that’s what scared you?” Mordred was baffled.

            “Uh-huh…” Katherine muttered, her eyes distant. Katherine shook her head to break her own trance. “We need to make sure you aren’t seriously hurt.”

            “What? I’m okay. It isn’t that serious.”

            “I would feel better if I made sure you were alright.”

            Mordred didn’t dare to protest any further. Katherine escorted him back to Chateau Vetiver. Regina tended to Mordred’s wounds and served tea with finger sandwiches while Katherine bathed and changed into clean clothes. Mordred was surprised to see Katherine return in clothes similar to what she had worn to work out; her hair was down and still damp from her bath. The smell of freshly applied soaps and oils clung to her, and she sat across from him as he enjoyed his refreshments.

“Would you like some as well, my Lady?” Regina asked.

            “No, thank you, Regina.” Katherine replied. “I don’t have much of an appetite.”

            “Let me know if you change your mind, my Lady.” With that, Regina excused herself from the room.

            “Regina, let me know that your wounds were minor.” Katherine was visibly relieved. “Send me an invoice for your clothes, and I’ll have them cleaned and replaced.” Mordred was too stunned to speak. “What was this proposition that you wished to speak of?”

            “But I lost the race, Lady Holder.” Mordred replied dubiously. “A race that we both know I was meant to lose.”

            “No, you weren’t going to win.” Katherine replied nonchalantly.

            “At least you’re willing to admit to your trickery.”

            “Trickery?” Katherine chuckled. “It was more of a test.”

            “There are ways to pass tests…”

            “You passed when you chose to participate.”

            This caught Mordred off guard. “What?”

            “If you had refused, I would have had my servants send you away and would have gone for my run anyway. If you did send a letter, I might have read it but not responded.”

            “What did it prove?” Mordred was irritated and prepared to argue.

            “That you weren’t like the other nobles or royals I’ve had the pleasure of interacting with.” Katherine said ‘pleasure’ sarcastically. She was not fond of the audacious entitlement that plagued the nobility.

            Mordred had difficulty arguing with that. He had heard of Katherine’s disagreements with his father. “Then I didn’t need to win?”

            Katherine shook her head. “The race did tell me more about you, in any case. You quickly realized that you would lose, but you kept going anyway. You even got mad.” Katherine chuckled. “Not that I can blame you, of course.” He had been perseverant in the face of many obstacles and chose not to break the rules even when the odds were deliberately stacked against him, and there was a foolish sort of honor in that.

            Mordred’s brows furrowed, clearly befuddled by Katherine’s antics.

            “What was this proposition of yours?”

            Mordred sighed, releasing his pent-up frustration. “I hear you’re struggling to find information on the Dark Gods.”

            “The information has been rather elusive…”

            “I have found a fascinating tome in the Silvenberg Morkula.”

            “Oh?”

            “It’s in Ancient Elvish.”

            Katherine wasn’t impressed. “I don’t suppose you know how to read that?” She certainly didn’t.

            “I don’t, but I have reason to believe that the tome has already been translated.” Now he had Katherine’s interest. “I believe Nickolai Itto Silvenberg has a translation hidden in the Silvenberg Morkula.”

            “The founder?”

            “Yes, he was the founder and the first Sage of the Silvenberg Morkula.”

            “What’s the catch?” Katherine asked.

            Katherine’s question caught Mordred off guard. Of course, there was a catch, but he hadn’t expected her to be so straightforward. It was something they had in common.

            “You couldn’t be offering this information without strings attached.” Katherine looked him in the eye. “What exactly is it that you want?”

            “I’ll need your help recovering Nickolai’s journal; it’s hidden somewhere in the Morkula.” Mordred explained. However, he could tell by Katherine’s face that she wasn’t convinced that assistance was all he required. “If the information I offer is useful, allow me to join you and your companions here and on any adventures, you may partake in.”

            “Are you sure?” Katherine asked. “I might be unable to accommodate royalty to the extent you deserve. Chateau Vetiver is not nearly as extravagant as other noble estates.”

            Mordred understood what Katherine meant, and she was afraid that he would be a burden. Perhaps concerned about politics seeping into the safety of her abode. “I’m not as vexing as my siblings.” When Katherine shot him a skeptical look, he continued. “I won’t cause any trouble, I assure you. Though, Lady Havendez and I aren’t on great terms.”

            Katherine’s eyebrows arched. “Well, she can be a bit…”

            Upon seeing Katherine struggle to find the right word, Mordred offered to finish the sentence for her. “Obdurate.”

            “That’s not… untrue…” Katherine replied with a nonchalant shrug. “Let me think about it.”

            A few weeks later, Tevlan arrived at the door to Katherine’s study. He could hear her talking to Abraham through the door. Regina had told him that Lady Katherine wished to speak with him but was clearly busy. He debated on if it would be best to leave.

            “The soundproof tents are coming along well. They’ll be ready in a few more weeks.” Abraham explained.

            “That’s great. I would like to have them ready before I do any significant traveling.” Katherine replied.

            “I’m confused as to why you believe such items will be necessary.”

            “Everyone needs to unwind and relax in privacy, even when you’re adventuring to save the world.” Katherine answered nonchalantly.

            Tevlan hesitantly knocked on the study door. He was embarrassed that he had eavesdropped, even if unintentionally.

            “Who is it?” Katherine asked.

            “Tevlan, my Lady.” Tevlan replied through the door.

            “Oh, come in.” Katherine invited Tevlan into the study. “I have some great news. The chains I spoke to you about are done. Just in time to test them on the upcoming full moon.”

            Tevlan went rigid and clutched his staff tightly, swallowing louder than he meant. “Can I see them?”

            “Of course.”

            Katherine guided Tevlan to a large wooden trunk and flipped the lid open. With his hands, Tevlan felt the chains. There were two cuffs for the wrists and a third cuff for the neck. The cuffs were three or four inches of thick heavy steel. The three cuffs were connected by a robust chain attached to a foot-long metal stake with a magic rune engraved on it. It came with a sledgehammer that had a different rune on either side. The whole contraption was massive and heavy, even by Tevlan’s standards.

            Tevlan was relieved that Katherine was taking this seriously. “How does it work?”

            “The cuffs have an enchantment on them that allows them to expand to the wearer; that way, we don’t have to worry about you getting injured regardless of the form you take.” Katherine explained. “The stake has half of an earth rune that can only be activated when combined with the other half on the hammer. The rune allows the stake to be anchored into the ground and can only be undone with a Templar rune on the other side of the hammer.”

            Tevlan remained skeptical. “It seems you thought of everything…”

            “Yep. Go ahead, try to break it.”

            Tevlan did as instructed. At first, he gave a cuff a good tug, then he used all his strength, and it didn’t budge. He was impressed, but his lunar craze tended to make him stronger. The best way to test it would be on the night of the full moon. The thought wasn’t pleasing, but there was really no other choice.

            “I think it’ll work.” Tevlan could hear the smile in Katherine’s voice.

            Katherine seemed so confident and pleased with her efforts. Tevlan hoped that she was right; he hoped that the test went well. An instinctual discomfort twisted in his gut. He didn’t want anyone to get hurt. Maybe it was because Katherine was the first to have faith in him and treat him with respect, but he would never forgive himself if he hurt her.

            A few days later, the night of the full moon was upon them. Early in the morning before it, Katherine, Tevlan, Sir Gawain, and Sir Lance left Rigolerri. They packed a plain-looking carriage with aliments, including the trunk containing Tevlan’s chains, fresh meat, sleeping bags, silver-coated weapons, and cooking equipment. The goal was to get as far from civilization as possible before sunset. That way, only those present would get hurt if things went wrong. They didn’t take any roads; they didn’t want to risk the lives of any unexpected travelers. They headed east of the city into the Pachakr Forest. The carriage struggled on the uneven and bumpy terrain, getting caught frequently, but it would be easy to sacrifice such a plain carriage.

            Katherine was certain this would work. She had thought of every possibility to keep Tevlan safe from himself and others. She hated the idea of putting him in chains; the least she could do was make them comfortable. Though comfortable oppression was still oppression…

            Tevlan had been unusually quiet. He had grown increasingly nervous the closer the night of the full moon got. However, Katherine struggled to tell if this was normal since he was generally nervous around her. He wasn’t afraid of her like he had been initially, but he was still uncomfortable. Perhaps he subconsciously tensed up around her to be prepared to serve his master.

            “We should hurry and set up.” Tevlan remarked with undertones of agitation. “The full moon will rise at sunset; we must be ready.” His tone sharp.

            “Of course.” Tevlan appeared irritated by the gentleness of her voice. It was certainly surprising, but Katherine could hardly fault him. She tried not to worry too much since he wasn’t himself.

            They found a small clearing in the forest and anchored Tevlan’s chains there. Tevlan removed his clothing so he wouldn’t ruin them when he transformed. They draped a warm blanket around him, offering him a semblance of privacy. They waited as long as they could before cuffing him.

            Katherine made a small campfire so they could eat before the long night. They didn’t eat much and kept as much fresh meat for Tevlan as possible. They set up a tray of fresh meat for Tevlan to be well-fed throughout the night. Nothing was more dangerous than an animal that was desperate and hungry.

            Katherine was disgusted with herself. She hated seeing Tevlan in chains, even if it was necessary. She tried to remind herself they were there for their protection, but that didn’t do much to quell her guilt. It reminded her of the children she had saved from such chains; they were so small and innocent. Adora, in particular, came to mind, her tiny body covered in bruises… Tevlan had been a child like them once, but no one came for him… Now it wasn’t easy to free him from his chains; not only was he bound to his slave contract, but mentally the chains may never be broken. Some chains remained unseen and took years to break, and she knew that from experience.

            Finally, sunset was upon them. Before Tevlan could transform, Katherine cast what could only be described as a Reverse Invisible Barrier around him. It was like the normal Invisible Barrier, but instead of deflecting attacks from the outside, it blocked them from the inside. She cast a normal Invisible Barrier around him too. She hoped it wouldn’t be necessary, but she did it anyway, wanting to ensure Tevlan’s safety as much as theirs.

            They watched disquietly as the last rays of sunlight disappeared from the sky. Tevlan clutched his face and started growling. At first, he sounded human, but then it distorted into a more animalistic growl like a wolf’s. Fur sprouted from his skin in patches that steadily expanded until it covered his body. His feet stretched to look like a canine’s, and sharp claws grew from his fur-covered hands. As his transformation continued, his growl became a roar, making all the small animals nearby flee, shaking Katherine and her party to the core. He removed his hands from his face to brace himself on the ground, the blanket slipping from his body as his ears grew. His teeth lengthened, and his face elongated into a muzzle. Finally, the transformation was complete. He was a human and wolf hybrid, a form only alphas could take, covered in black and white fur. The only part of him that remained the same were his brilliant blue eyes.

            In his new form, Tevlan lunged for them. The chains did what they were designed for and snapped him back. It was frightening to behold since Katherine designed the chains to resemble what tow trucks used to haul cars. Tevlan pulled the chains taught like they were nothing. He snapped and growled at the edge of the barrier, thick strings of drool dripping from his fangs.

            Tevlan’s wolf-like face twisted with savage fury at being detained. He shifted to his wolf form in a desperate attempt to free himself, but the cuffs adjusted to his change in size. He growled, barked, and snapped. He shifted back and forth between his two forms, testing the chains by biting them and trying to tear at them. He tried to dig up the stake, but it didn’t budge, no matter how much dirt was removed from around it. The stake sank deeper into the earth as the hole around it grew. After thirty minutes of Tevlan trying to escape, he stopped. Instead, he paced back and forth at the edge of his chain in his wolf form.

            Katherine used magic to cast Camouflage Barrier around Tevlan’s enclosure and the rest of the camp, making them invisible to those outside it. It didn’t offer protection or prevent their noise from escaping the barrier, but they were essentially invisible. Someone would have to stumble through the border to find them, it wasn’t impossible, but it was unlikely. Also, with all the noise Tevlan was making, no sane person would come anywhere near them.

            Tevlan begrudgingly ate from the tray of raw meat in his small domain as the night trudged on; time passed in the most agonizingly slow way. Katherine and her party couldn’t fully rest; they had to remain watchful to ensure that Tevlan didn’t harm himself or break free. When the moon was high, its light filtered through the leaves, and it could be glimpsed from beneath the trees. When Tevlan saw it, he howled at it. Katherine was surprised by how beautiful and loud a wolf’s howl could be; it reverberated hauntingly in her ears.

            Katherine, Sir Gawain, and Sir lance chatted to pass the time. They didn’t talk about anything in particular; they mostly tried to keep themselves busy and fight their desire to sleep. When they got incredibly sleepy, they would get up to move about camp to get their blood flowing.

            Sir Lance was pacing the camp when a volley of arrows struck the ground around him, three arrows puncturing his chest. Arrows rained down on the camp, and they scrambled to take cover. Sir Gawain dragged Sir Lance behind cover to protect him from the arrows coming from one specific direction.

            “We’re under attack!” Sir Gawain shouted.

            “But how? They shouldn’t be able to see us!” Katherine shouted from her position of cover.

            “I’m not sure.”

            Katherine looked at Tevlan’s enclosure. The arrows their attacker was using could penetrate the Invisible Barrier! Tevlan shifted into his hybrid form, roaring in fury, ripping the arrows from his body, and healing quickly.

            “What kind of arrows can penetrate an Invisible Barrier like that?” Katherine asked.

            “I’m not sure.” Sir Gawain responded.

            “Elves…” Sir Lance sputtered with blood leaking from the corners of his mouth.

            “What?” Katherine was astonished; a sense of dread sank into her. “Shit!” She knew the Elves would be enemies but hadn’t expected them to seek her out so soon. “Can they see through the barrier?”

            Sir Lance weakly shook his head.

            “Then how are they attacking us?” Katherine inquired.

            “Elves have incredible hearing.” Sir Gawain explained in Lance’s stead.

            Katherine’s eyes widened as she realized their situation. “That’s fucking insane!” The Elves were using their ears to detect their location, firing blindly at them and listening to see if their shots hit or not. Katherine supposed that if their hearing was powerful enough, they could distinguish the sounds of what they were hitting. “How many do you think there are?”

            “Only one...” Sir Lance gasped through his pain.

            “One Elf is shooting all of these arrows?”

            “Elves are incredibly skilled with the bow.” Sir Gawain delineated. “They shoot incredibly quickly, and some have quivers that never empty.”

            “Fuck!” Katherine peeked around her cover, and an arrow grazed her cheek. She ducked again; the fresh wound stung as she absentmindedly touched it. She breathed heavily, her heartbeat pounding in her ears as the onslaught continued. “X-Ray.” Katherine put two fingers to her temple, and her eyes began to glow as the spell activated. Katherine searched desperately for their attacker but found nothing. Even with X-Ray’s help, her eyes couldn’t spot the enemy. She realized that it was stupid of her to have even tried. Human eyes weren’t nearly as sharp as Elven eyes. “Detection.” It was typically a simple spell that allowed its user to detect the location of enemies within a twenty-foot radius of the caster. Katherine expanded it to fifty feet but found nothing. “Detection.” She extended it to one hundred feet this time but still found nothing. The attacker was over one hundred feet away! “Shit!”

            “No luck?” Sir Gawain asked.

            Katherine shook her head helplessly. “How’s he doing?” She was referring to the wounds that Sir Lance had sustained.

            “Not good, my Lady.” Gawain replied with a pained expression as he looked down at his comrade.

            Katherine’s mind raced, desperately searching for a solution. A spell came to mind; she remembered learning it and thinking it was useless. It didn’t always work and had a better chance of succeeding when you were out in nature, far from heavily populated locations. She began to chant:

“Sylphs, hear my plea,

Help me find my enemy.

Beautiful fae o’ wind,

Show me ‘ere to defend.

Aid me in my search,

That I remove their perch.”

            When Katherine finished the spell, the air began to shimmer, and a being made of air manifested. She couldn’t discern the gender of the being, but its eyes had a yellow glow. It was maybe two or three inches tall and bowed in acknowledgment of Katherine. “We’re under attack, but I can’t see or detect them with my magic.” It danced around as if it understood and touched Katherine’s face, draining some of her mana. Then it turned invisible and flew off in search of the attacker. Katherine hadn’t expected that to work, but she hoped it would give them the advantage they needed to counterattack.

            Katherine ran to where Sir Gawain and Sir Lance were taking cover, narrowly escaping the arrows. Sir Lance’s usually tan skin looked ghostly pale. He was unconscious now and bleeding heavily despite Sir Gawain applying pressure to the wounds and stabilizing the arrows. “He won’t be lasting much longer, my Lady.” Sir Gawain reported bitterly.

            “Let’s get these arrows out of him.” Katherine instructed.

            “That will only kill him faster.”

            “I can’t heal him with them in the way.”

            “You would do that?” Sir Gawain was surprised.

            Katherine nodded. Healing magic was challenging to perform and often cost twice as much mana as standard spells. Healing Thaumaturges were expensive and hard to find since most Thaumaturges didn’t like expending too much mana all at once. Thaumaturges could not heal themselves with healing magic which was part of why it was a rare and precious form of Thaumaturgy. Katherine and Sir Gawain removed the arrows from Sir Lance’s muscular chest. They double-checked to make sure the wounds were clear, then Katherine began to chant:

“Fate like feathers on the wind,

I bid this body to mend.

Life cut too short,

Snatched from the sky.

This body be broken,

Fix’d its wings to fly.

Wounds so deep, woven shut,

Lest fate run amuck.”

            Sir Lance began to glow white, and his wounds stitched shut from the inside out. His grey-green eyes fluttered open as the glow faded. “I’m alive?” He muttered groggily.

            “Shh, you’re healed, but your body is still weak.” Katherine explained as she gently brushed his shaggy brown hair from his scarred face. “Get some rest.”

            “But I-”

            “Sir Gawain and I will handle things.”

            Sir Lance couldn’t hold his eyes open any longer and drifted back into unconsciousness despite his resistance. He was well on his way to recovering but had still lost much blood and needed rest.

            “That was a greater healing spell.” Sir Gawain was astounded. “I’ve never actually seen one…”

            Suddenly, Katherine felt her connection with the sylph she summoned get severed. “Shit!” What happened? Did they kill it or block it? Summoned fae would disappear on their own if they couldn’t accomplish the task assigned to them, but Katherine doubted that happened.

            “What?”

            “I think they killed the sylph I summoned.” Katherine growled in frustration. “I had hoped the sylph would help us take the fight to them. I’ll pass out if I use any more mana…”

            “We could wait them out.” Sir Gawain suggested.

            Katherine shook her head. “The attacks haven’t eased up in the slightest, and showed no signs of slowing.” She looked at Tevlan and had an epiphany. “I have a terrible idea, but we’re out of options.”

            “What?” Sir Gawain asked as he followed Katherine’s gaze to Tevlan. “That is a terrible idea, my Lady.” He confirmed.

            “Get ready!”

            Sir Gawain nodded.

            Katherine removed the barriers around Tevlan. When Katherine made a break for Tevlan, Sir Gawain sprinted for the wagon to retrieve the silver-coated weapons. Katherine grabbed the sledgehammer and hoped to reach the stake before Tevlan got her. Tevlan growled and snapped as she approached, wielding the hammer, his hybrid form prepared to rip her to shreds.

            Katherine slammed the hammer into the stake, which rocketed from the ground. Tevlan’s face twisted fiercely as he snarled at her. Katherine froze, dropping the hammer to the ground at her feet. She stared in terror at Tevlan, waiting to be devoured. A sudden volley of arrows flew at them, probably from hearing Katherine use the hammer. An arrow plunged into Katherine’s right arm, several nicked her, and Tevlan was struck by several as well.

            It took this to get Tevlan’s attention to focus somewhere else. Tevlan removed the arrows from his body and healed rapidly. He snarled toward the invisible attacker, sniffed the air deeply, and like lightning, he disappeared into the trees.

            Katherine darted back to Sir Lance and Sir Gawain. Sir Gawain handed Katherine a silver-coated short sword. She hoped that she wouldn’t have to use it. Her hands quivered from fear; the short sword was studier and heavier than she was accustomed to, and she struggled to hold it steady, especially with her wounded right arm.

            They could hear Tevlan barking, snarling, and howling in the distance. His howl was more ominous than before, making the hairs on their neck prickle. Katherine and Sir Gawain stood back-to-back with Sir Lance between them. They waited for Tevlan’s return with bated breath. He was only gone for thirty minutes, but it felt much longer. The attacker had stopped firing arrows, but they could not know precisely what Tevlan was doing.

            They heard him before they saw him. Tevlan was running in circles around them just beyond the clearing, his chains rustling behind him and the sound of snapping wood. Katherine and Sir Gawain tensed, ready to fight. Suddenly, Tevlan lunged from the wilderness in his wolf form.

Katherine screamed when Tevlan’s mouth clamped on her foot. He hadn’t hurt her, but his teeth had shredded her leather boot. He pulled Katherine’s foot out from beneath her and drug her away from her knights.

            “My Lady!” Sir Gawain cried and moved to defend her.

            “Get the hammer!” Katherine ordered.

            Katherine had lost the sword when Tevlan attacked her. Now that he had separated her, he stood over her, his bloody muzzle inches from her face. She desperately tried to fight her anguish as he pressed his snout to her face, smearing blood on her cheek as she was paralyzed by fear. Katherine attempted to swallow back her fear and squeezed her eyes shut as she listened to him sniff at her.

            Finally, Sir Gawain used the hammer to anchor Tevlan to the ground. They took advantage of Tevlan’s confusion to get away from him. Katherine’s mana was too low to recast the barriers, so the chains would have to suffice until sunrise. Tevlan growled in defiance, but he couldn’t escape.

            Katherine and Sir Gawain tended to their wounds while awaiting the sun’s return. They had a rough night, but they made it through somehow. Despite everything, the chains had worked.

            Rays of the sun bled into the sky, sunrise. Tevlan shifted back into his Human form, his fur receding and body returning to its original size. Katherine covered him with the blanket from before, it was dirty from lying on the ground, but it was better than nothing. She removed the cuffs from his wrists and neck before he woke.

            It didn’t take long for Tevlan to wake; his eyes fluttered open. The smell of the dirt beneath him filled his nose, throat parched, stomach full, and a familiar iron taste. “Did it work?” Tevlan asked groggily, hearing Katherine and her party packing up. His eyes widened in despair when the familiar smell of blood finally hit him. “Oh, Artaxerxes, what have I done?”

            Katherine rushed to his side. “Tevlan, it’s okay.”

            Tevlan could smell the blood of Sir Lance, it wasn’t fresh, but it was present. He could also smell Katherine and Sir Gawain’s blood; theirs was fresher. Tevlan began to weep as panic set in. “I’m a monster…” Though he could smell another party’s blood, his mind was too frantic to connect the dots. He looked like he was on the brink of madness.

            “Tevlan, calm down.” Katherine put her right hand on his shoulder, but he knocked it away with such strength that it agitated her fresh wound. Katherine involuntarily whimpered in pain.

            “Don’t touch me!” Tevlan pleaded desperately, scooting across the ground and away from Katherine.

            “Tevlan, stop.” Katherine respected his desire not to be touched but attempted to calm him. “You didn’t do this.” She reassured.

            Tevlan froze. “I didn’t?” He struggled to process what she said.

            “You didn’t do this, Tevlan.” Katherine explained. She then described what had occurred during the night while he was under the moon’s influence.

            Tevlan shed tears of relief. “I didn’t hurt you?”

            “The only one you hurt was our mysterious Elven attacker.” Katherine soothed. “Would you like a hug?”

            Tevlan nodded weakly. Katherine encircled him in a gentle hug. “Weren’t you afraid?” He asked from within her embrace, voice muffled.

            Katherine knew that Tevlan was referring to himself, not the attack. “Of course I was.” She replied earnestly. “But you have returned to yourself now. Your transformation and forms are magnificent in a way. What scared me was the primal ferociousness you displayed. But you’re only like that on the full moon?”

            “It’s the lunar madness.” Tevlan explained. “Usually, my forms are just an extension of myself, but under the full moon, it’s like the beast controls me. I typically forget what happens.”

            “Will you travel with me?”

            “I don’t think that’s wise…” Tevlan was disheartened.

            “Why?” Katherine asked. “The chain held. None of us expected to get attacked.”

            “I just…” Tevlan struggled to continue.

            Katherine sighed. “I won’t force you, but I think we could have died tonight if it weren’t for you. I understand that things could have been worse, but don’t punish yourself for things beyond your control. You deserve to go out there and experience the world. You deserve independence. Don’t decide right now; take some time to think about it.”

            When Katherine and her companions returned to Rigolerri, they called for a healer. Sir Gawain’s and Katherine’s wounds were healed completely; no scars remained.

            Katherine, Karl, Deur, and Abraham were riding in Katherine’s elegant carriage to Jinzedra. They weren’t visiting with anyone at Jinzedra or even Rhosarir; they were going to the Glemtthus annex. Katherine found it odd that she had never heard of this annex before, but that’s where Prince Mordred was residing while in Rigolerri.

            The carriage stopped, which was odd because while Glemtthus was part of Jinzedra, it was a more remote location. They would need to travel an extra ten to fifteen minutes on a small path to reach the annex. It was too soon for them to have arrived.

            Katherine peeked out the window and instantly became annoyed. Royal Knights had halted the carriage. “What’s going on, Lady Katherine?” Sir Karl asked.

            Katherine sighed heavily. “I don’t know.” Katherine exited the carriage before anyone could assist her. It was against proper etiquette, but Katherine didn’t care because she wanted to figure things out before they were late for their meeting with Prince Mordred. The air was cold, so she pulled her cloak tightly around her as she stood in the orange light of the setting sun.

            The Royal Knights, who had been talking to her coachmen, turned and bowed to her. “Lady Holder, what business brings you here?”

            Katherine was so baffled that she was almost at a loss for words. “The Hero of Humanity has business at Jinzedra.” She had never been stopped in all the times she had visited the foreign delegations at Rhosarir.

            “Who do you have business with?” They asked

            “I fail to see how that is your concern.”

            The Knights became nervous. “Sorry, my Lady, we are just following orders.”

            “Whose?” Katherine asked sternly.

            “M-mine.” The Second Prince approached, having rushed to meet them. Prince Eldon had shoulder-length hair with the signature golden blonde of the Royal Family. He wore an ornate suit that flattered his fair skin and grey eyes.

            Katherine gave the Second Prince a proper Scogrian curtsy. “Your majesty, is there something you require of me? I have important business to attend to and must make haste.”

            “My apologies, Lady Holder.” Prince Eldon gave her a courteous bow. “There must be some confusion. I was not notified you would be visiting today, so I’m unsure of what important business you are referring to.”

            “I’m having dinner with Prince Mordred this evening.” Katherine did her best to compose her face but was clearly taken aback. All the foreign dignitaries had left by this point, so the Royal Family should have been made aware of all her visits. They should already know why she was here, so she didn’t understand what they were playing at.

            “I- I see.” Prince Eldon stammered nervously. “And the King authorized this?”

            Now, this infuriated Katherine. “Why would he? I followed proper etiquette.” She swallowed back her frustration to keep her tone even before speaking again. “Now, I must go, or I’ll be late. Tell the King if you wish, but I will not seek his approval for every social event I’m invited to in or out of Jinzedra.”

            “O- of course.” Prince Eldon stammered.

            Katherine climbed back into the carriage, and they continued to their destination.

            “What happened?” Abraham asked.

            Katherine sighed. “Some weird political power play, I assume…”

            A few minutes later, they arrived at Glemtthus. It was an older and smaller building that was clearly in moderate disrepair. It was more Georgian in design, not Regency Era or Neoclassical. It was symmetrical, with large windows for plenty of natural light. At one point, it would have been as opulent as Jinzedra and Rhosarir, but its ornamentation had faded. It had a small overgrown garden and vines that crept up the walls, tendrils of green clinging to the brick. It looked almost ominous; Katherine half expected to find a face peeking menacingly through the curtains at her.

            Prince Mordred stood outside, his unruly shoulder-length curls forced into a ponytail. His suit was grey and simple. He looked relieved; Katherine imagined he must have felt anxious because they were running late.

            Prince Mordred was eager to help Katherine from her carriage, his deep blue eyes widened as he took her dainty hand to assist her. “You’re late. I was worried.” Obviously, he was concerned that this was another kind of test.

            “Prince Mordred, I apologize for my tardiness.” Katherine explained, giving him a proper curtsy. “The Second Prince stopped us on our way.”

            Mordred’s brow furrowed. “Eldon?”

            Katherine nodded.

            Mordred sighed and appeared almost embarrassed. “I believe I’ve mentioned my family’s animosity toward me.”

            “You have.”

            “I notified them through a letter that you would be dining with me tonight; I guess they ignored it.”

            Katherine blinked in astonishment. “You have to inform them through a letter that you’ll have a guest over?” Her brow furrowed, and she made a disapproving face. “They won’t even talk to you?”

            Mordred shook his head. “It is customary for members of the Royal Family to send letters of social events for written documentation and sometimes to receive funds for those events, but since my powers awakened, I am not even officially a Royal. Thaumaturges cannot have a title. That’s why when they allow me to return, they always send me to Glemtthus. They want to ensure I know my place and do not use even what little power my Royal Blood offers me.”

            “That’s really shitty.” Katherine retorted nonchalantly.

            “When were you sent to the Silvenberg Morkula?” Abraham inquired.

            “I awakened when I was five.” Mordred replied.

            Katherine solemnly shook her head. He was so young. No wonder his family were basically strangers to him. “The family you choose is often better than the family you’re given, anyway.”

            “It sounds like you know from experience.” Mordred remarked as he escorted them into Glemtthus.

            Katherine shrugged and remained silent.

            Mordred didn’t press the issue but gave her a reassuring smile. Katherine appeared appreciative of the kind gesture, her face softening slightly.

            The interior of Glemtthus was just as dismal as the exterior. Old pictures hung on the walls, the furniture was well-worn, and you could see where the paint started to peel. Katherine was the first to notice very few guards and servants; only a handful maintained the annex. The servants only cleaned the parts of the annex that were in use. It was also evident that Mordred was the only person forced to live in this dreary place; even the servants came from the palace. The guards looked exhausted, which meant they struggled to maintain the manning necessary to constantly guard the location.

            Katherine was livid to learn of Mordred’s treatment from his own family. They were the ones who forced him from the Silvenberg Morkula to attend the ball, and this is what he got for his compliance. She didn’t think it was possible to think even less of the Royal Family, but this was outrageous. How could they be so cruel? It wasn’t like Mordred chose to be a Thaumaturge.

            Perhaps Katherine felt so fiercely about this because she could relate. Her parents were great at making her feel like a burden; feeding her, clothing her, and bathing her constantly seemed like the most tiresome chore. She didn’t dare to ask for more either, lest she be called selfish, spoiled, or a brat. She was so ungrateful to desire attention, affection, or tenderness. She certainly couldn’t want what other kids wanted, toys, a pretty dress, a game, or candy. While she reminisced, she touched the scar over her right eye, reminding her exactly how violent her beatings got.

            Mordred excitedly escorted them to the dining room, where they sat. The dining room had a table with just enough space for the five of them. Old tableware that had been roughly used adorned the table. It was dark outside now; the sun had set, so the dining room’s large windows had a hollow view of the abyss beyond. Candles and oil lamps lit the walls filling the room with a flickering orange glow. Old, embroidered tapestries and paintings that depicted beautiful landscapes adorned the walls and took an eerie appearance in the low light.

            “What’s the verdict?” Mordred asked as they waited for their food to be brought out.

            “The book excerpt you allowed us to copy was Ancient Elvish.” Abraham replied. “You’ve managed to get your hands on a real piece of history.” One of the conditions for accepting Mordred’s proposal was authenticating the validity of the tome. Ancient Elvish was a dead language, so they needed to ensure it was real, not some nonsensical scribbles that looked important. “The Elves would pay good money to get their hands on it.” Honestly, verifying the legitimacy of the tome might have alerted the Elves. Abraham did everything he could to hide their trail, but only time would tell if it worked.

            “Probably willing to kill for it too.” Katherine remarked dubiously; she was much more cautious when considering the Elves after having been attacked by one.

            Their conversation was briefly interrupted by their meals being brought out. The dishes smelt heavenly; there was a creamy broccoli and potato soup for the first course. The second course consisted of roast pheasant and vegetables in a butter sauce. The final course was dessert which was peach compote. They drank spiced wine and ginger tea.

            Mordred pulled the Ancient Elven tome out and set it on the table for their conversation. The book was bound in cracked, antiquated brown leather; its spine well worn. Inside was archaic parchment with elaborately scrolled words in Ancient Elvish; the letters were beautiful, graceful, and mysterious. Some words had begun to fade, but hopefully, they could still gain access to the ancient knowledge within, knowledge that would help Katherine learn about the Dark Gods she needed to face. Mordred was confident that Nickolai Itto Silvenberg’s journal contained the complete translation; they only needed to find it.

            “I will send word to Sage Conleth requesting a visit.” Mordred continued the conversation as they ate their food.

            “They won’t be suspicious of me coming out of the blue?” Katherine asked.

            “I don’t think it will be an issue.” Abraham interjected. “I’m sure they are curious about you.”

            “It gives them a chance to meet a Thaumaturge that has never had to live under the watchful gaze of the Templars or fear the ire of the Temple.” Mordred stated.

            Hearing this enraged Deur. “It is our duty to protect the citizens!”

            “Is that what you call it?” Mordred quipped coldly, glaring at Deur. “Tearing children from their homes and forcing them to live in towers no better than prisons.”

            “It’s hardly a prison when you can leave!”

            “Only if you prove you’re not a danger!” Mordred was so livid at this point that he rose from his chair, scooting it back and causing it to nearly tip over.

            “Stop!” Katherine shouted, slamming her hands on the table. This made them pause; they observed her attentively. “We aren’t here to fight. We’re supposed to establish an alliance or partnership, for fuck’s sake.” Mordred took his seat, glowering at Deur. Deur was still seething but swallowed his venomous words, the air simmering with tension. Katherine sighed now that things had settled if only a little. “Besides, fighting so soon after dinner causes indigestion.”

            “We need to prepare for our journey to the Silvenberg Morkula.” Karl added, deliberately changing the subject.

            “It will take weeks to get there.” Abraham explained. “We’ll need to take the Foilac Highway north to Vargovie, then west to Eyanossa, and south to Adoette.”

            Katherine sighed. “That’s a long way to go.”

            “Unfortunately, that is the fastest way to get there unless you want to get stuck for weeks in customs at the Rigolerri port, though returning on ship won’t be an issue.” Mordred expounded. “Most Morkulas are in isolated locations.” He cast a wary look at Deur. “From Adoette, we’ll take a smaller path through the village of Vychan, then finally, the Silvenberg Morkula.”

            “Most of the trip will be through farmland.” Karl delineated.

            “Does that mean it will be safe?” Katherine inquired.

            “For the most part.” Deur replied. “There are the occasional bandits and other rogues, but it should be relatively safe. We will have to go through the Robasliq Forest, where you’ll have to worry about the standard forest animals, there are occasional rumors of monsters, but I wouldn’t worry too much.”

            Katherine sighed as a maid with long blonde braided pigtails and big doe brown eyes refilled their drinks and removed the finished plates of food. “Let’s hope we have a smooth journey. I am excited to finally be leaving Rigolerri.”

            “The capital can be a bit stuffy.” Mordred remarked honestly.

            “I can’t wait for some fresh air.” Katherine gave a small but genuine smile. Her smile caught everyone off guard, but it was fleeting as she came to a realization. “Hey, um, where’s the book?”

            The book had been next to Mordred, sitting on the table. “It was right here.” He was confused that it was gone.

            They all started looking around frantically for the book, thinking it might have fallen to the floor when they weren’t paying attention. Katherine realized the last person in the room besides them was that maid with the blonde pigtails. “The maid!” Katherine gasped, standing from her chair.

            “Who? Nessa?” Mordred replied in disbelief. “She’s been working for the Royal Family for years. She wouldn’t have stolen it.”

            “Are you sure about that?” Katherine questioned as she marched out of the dining room, everyone scrambling to follow her. Katherine looked around the hallway, her head on a swivel. “Where’s the kitchen?”

            “T- This way.” Mordred stammered as he guided them toward the kitchen.

            As they neared the kitchen, the very maid they were looking for exited the double doors that led to it. They spotted Nessa from down the hall. She glanced at them, then bolted in the opposite direction. They gave chase, sprinting after the maid.

            “This has to be a misunderstanding!” Mordred shouted as they ran through the halls of Glemtthus.

            “Let’s ask her when we catch her!” Katherine retorted, gaining the lead, her auburn hair streaming behind her.

            Their feet slid across worn marble floors as they continued their pursuit. They rounded a corner, and the maid came upon a dead end. She looked everywhere for an escape, contemplating jumping through a glass window, but freezing when she realized her hunters were upon her. Her fingers clutched the ancient tome, so fiercely they turned white. Her eyes were wide and frantic, and her tiny petite body trembled as they approached.

            Suddenly, from her apron, Nessa removed a knife that she had taken from the kitchen. Katherine wasn’t sure what Nessa thought she could accomplish with that, but she was ready to take the maid down if necessary. That’s when Nessa did something that none of them expected. She took the knife and mechanically sank it into her neck, then slid it across her throat. Brilliant red arterial blood spurted from her neck and poured down the front of her uniform before she collapsed to the ground.

            “Woah! What the fuck?” Kathrine cried as she skidded to a stop. The others skidding to a halt behind her.

            “What happened?” Mordred asked breathlessly with panic-stricken eyes.

            Katherine felt dizzy; her head was spinning. There was just something more visceral about this than anything she had experienced in Zazzora so far. All she could think about was the hollow look in Nessa’s eyes as she took her own life. “I- I don’t know.” Katherine replied, her stomach feeling like lead. “She just- She just-” Katherine rushed away from the scene, leaned against the wall, and vomited.

            While Katherine was preoccupied, Abraham plucked the book from Nessa’s grasp before it was consumed in the rapidly spreading pool of her blood. “At least we got the book back. I am curious about whom she was working for.”

            “She wasn’t working for anyone!” Mordred insisted. “She served the Royal Family for years.”

            “Then the question is, who convinced a loyal servant to betray their master?” Abraham asked.

            “She must have been terrified of them if she would rather die than get caught.” Karl mused.

            “N- No- There’s something more going on.” Katherine’s voice trembled. “Her eyes were empty. It’s like she wasn’t there...”

            “Hypnosis?” Abraham wondered aloud.

            “That’s black magic.” Deur explained. “Only a dangerous Thaumaturge could accomplish that.”

            “You Templars always find a way to blame Thaumaturges.” Mordred quipped.

            “Thaumaturges who practice black magic cease being human and become Vetala.” Deur continued, irritated by Mordred’s interruption.

            “Fictions cooked up by the Temple, no doubt.” Mordred retorted skeptically. He was sure Vetala were just tall tales that the Templars told to ensure that mundane folk stayed afraid of Thaumaturgy; the Templars would be without purpose without that fear.

            Suddenly, a scream pierced the night air. The cry was shrill and eerie, echoing into the night. The ominous sound filled all who heard it with dread. They shared a look of trepidation.

            “What- What was that?” Katherine asked breathlessly; her voice had an edge of panic she was trying to keep hidden.

            “I don’t know.” Mordred replied, licking his lips, his mouth suddenly dry.

            That’s when they heard a series of Human screams. Then a cold wind blew and brought with it the stench of decay. The malodor was so strong that they all gagged; Katherine choked back the urge to vomit again. How could there be a breeze indoors?

            “What’s happening?” Katherine gasped, tapping at the base of her sternum nervously.

            Then another strong gust of wind, reeking of death, chilled them to the marrow of their bones. The wind blew out the lanterns in the hall, leaving them in darkness. The waning moon’s light struggled to break through the clouds outside, making the shadows stretch hauntingly across the corridors. They could see the fog of their breaths. It had been cold out, but inside, it was relatively warm. Why had the temperature dropped so much? How had it dropped so much?

            Skeletal hands emerged from shadows with boney nails like deadly talons. The hands pulled the rest of the spectral being from the inky depths. It was a skeletal creature donned in a torn black cloak. It was wreathed in miasmic black smoke, and from its empty sockets came a baleful red glow. They all swallowed loudly and watched as a dozen more menacing creatures emerged from the darkness's deepest parts.

            “Holy shit!” Katherine whimpered in disbelief.

            “What are they?” Karl asked as a dozen pairs of sinister red eyes watched them.

            “Those are wraiths!” Deur explained, drawing his sword. “They are summoned through dark magic.” That’s when a wraith shrieked, the ominous sound from before, but up close, it was different; it was wrong. “Cover your ears, quick!” Deur ordered.

            Mordred had been too slow to do as instructed. His head rang in protest to the harsh sound. It filled him with maddening dread, like bits of his sanity were being shredded away. Even after the wraith’s ghostly call stopped, there was a ringing in his ears. He could see the lips of his companions move but couldn’t hear them. It was disorienting… Again, his companions covered their ears, the wraiths must have been shrieking, but he couldn’t tell for sure. Katherine grabbed his hands and forced him to put them over his ears. As Katherine assisted him, she had to remove her hands from her ears, and in that instant, her face contorted with immense pain. After her assistance, they waited for the shrieking to stop, pressing their hands desperately to their ears. Mordred gave her a thankful nod that Katherine reciprocated. When the second shriek stopped, Mordred’s hearing started returning, but a loud ringing remained.

            “We need light!” Deur shouted.

            Katherine cast Dancing Lights, and glowing firefly-like lights shimmered into existence around them. They would have been beautiful if the malevolent eyes of the wraiths weren’t on them. The grim specters shied away from the lights as if they caused them pain, but they wouldn’t leave. They were after something.

            “Light hurts them!” Deur explained as Karl tried to slash a wraith with a sword as it came towards them. Their sword should have struck the creature but went through it instead. The spirit was completely unaffected. The creature sliced at them with razor-sharp talons; it caught them across the chest and sent them flying backward onto the ground with surprising force.

            Deur tore a lantern from the wall and poured the oil within it onto his sword. “Need a light?” Katherine asked. Deur nodded and raised his sword toward her. “Fireball.” Katherine aimed the palm of her hand at Deur. In the center of her palm formed a white-hot ball of fire with tendrils of blue licking dangerously outward like solar flares. That ball launched at Deur’s sword; the blue flames turned orange as it spread across the oil-coated weapon.

            Deur took his flaming sword and charged the wraith that was attacking Karl. The wraith was on top of them, digging its boney fingers into their torso. The longer it held them, the paler and weaker they became. Karl screamed in terror as they stared into the creature’s evil eyes; they could feel the entity draining their life. Deur attacked the shade with his sword wreathed in flame, and it shrieked in anguish. They all covered their ears as it disappeared into black smoke, defeated. But eleven more remained.

            Deur turned to assist Sir Karl now that the immediate enemy had been dealt with. His eyes widened as he saw that the Royal Knight’s armor had been slashed almost entirely through, punctures in the armor oozed with blood.

            “Can you fight?” Deur asked.

            Karl nodded weakly. “I think so…” They stumbled to their feet despite the pain.

            Deur coated Karl’s sword in oil, and Abraham followed suit after removing two daggers from his boots. Katherine helped them light their weapons as the eleven other wraiths enclosed. Their fiery swords and fireballs did minor damage, but the wraiths were artfully dodging their attacks by merging with the shadows and traveling through them. Deur managed to kill another, but not without effort and taking some blows. The creatures had seen how their comrade had been dispatched and exercised caution as they ensnared their prey.

            “Do you know the spell, Call of the Sun?” Deur asked frantically as they struggled to fight the remaining wraiths off.

            Katherine shook her head and breathlessly replied. “No.”

            “I do.” Mordred answered. “But it’s a complicated spell that requires a sigil and anywhere from five to ten Thaumaturges to complete.”

            “You have me.” Katherine said, taking Mordred by surprise.

            “You’re that strong?” Mordred questioned in disbelief.

            “Let’s just say there’s a reason I have my own personal Templar assigned to me.”

            Mordred pulled chalk from a small case he had stashed in an internal jacket pocket. “Cover me.” He instructed as he used the chalk to scrawl the sigil onto the floor of the corridor hastily.

            Honestly, Mordred didn’t even need to ask. The wraiths were barely giving them time to breathe. Abraham killed one by decapitating it with his flaming daggers, but another used the shadows to get behind him. It sank its claws into his back, draining him of his life force.

Katherine launched a fireball at it, and the spirit shrieked in pain, releasing Abraham and whirling on her. It screamed again as it charged her. She had to cover her ears and leave herself defenseless as it commenced its attack. It sank its claws into her shoulders and threw her into the wall. Her back collided with the stone, forcing the air from her lungs. She slid to the floor, struggling to breathe and feeling the soul-deep exhaustion from having her life drained.

            Katherine was still sputtering on the floor, watching in horror as the creature’s face neared hers. Suddenly, a fiery sword surged through the monster’s boney form, and it screamed in pain. Katherine covered her ears to block out the minding ripping sound. The creature was thrown to the side to reveal Karl looking just as enervated as Katherine felt.

            “It’s done!” Mordred shouted.

            Katherine scrambled to her feet and scurried to his side. “Now what?”

            “Take my hand and repeat after me.” Mordred instructed.

            Katherine nodded and took his hand, tangling their fingers together. Then they began to chant a relatively long incantation that was to be expected of a high-level spell like Call of the Sun:

“O’ blessed bringer of life,

With your touch, we flourish,

Under thy rays soils thrive,

From ye radiance, we art nourish’d.

Celestial sharer of light,

We ask of thee a boon.

Your beams burn ‘way the blight,

From ye blessings harvests bloom.

We call to the sun,

Lend your light to shun.

From ye bright resplendence

Might we drive out darkness.”

            With their free hands, they poured their magic into the sigil. The sigil began to glow blindingly white, and a vibrant orange orb of radiant energy bloomed at the center of the chalk circle. The sphere grew until its diameter filled the circle. The light it shed grew until it consumed everything. The wraiths shrieked in agony as the light burned them away, shining so bright that it could be seen even from outside Glemtthus, spilling through the annex and erupting from the windows in glorious beams.

            The light dissipated as quickly as summoned, stranding them again in the night's silence and darkness. Mordred and Katherine shared a look of amazement before collapsing from mana overuse. Karl, too collapsed, but from blood loss.

            It didn’t take long for the Royal Knights to swarm Glemtthus. The Royal Knights took Katherine, Mordred, and Karl to the Royal Infirmary. All the servants or guards working there at the time of the attack had been killed by the wraiths. Their bodies were shriveled husks with their lives completely drained. The only survivor was a guard who had lost his mind.

            After the incident at Glemtthus, they brought Katherine and her companions to the Royal Infirmary. A Healing Thaumaturge wasn’t available immediately, so they had to be triaged. Mordred and Katherine were given mana-boosting potions and some rest. While treating Karl, it was discovered they were female because they had to remove their armor to stop the bleeding. After the Thaumaturge healed Karl, they were thrown in prison.

            A week later, Katherine, Deur, and Aricella gathered with witnesses at the Auheron Courthouse at the center of Rigolerri, not far from the Temple where Katherine was titled. Karl was charged with Defrauding the Royal Knights and Impersonation. Though to Katherine, it seemed like the Royal Family wanted to save face, they hated that a woman had infiltrated the Royal Knights right under their nose and had become a decorated and respected warrior while actively hiding their gender. It didn’t matter that Karl had sworn an oath to serve and protect them; hiding their gender was an egregious sign of disrespect.

            Auheron was a magnanimous building, vast with a domed ceiling and massive white columns. Paintings of Artaxerian myths adorned the walls, towering arched windows allowed for plenty of natural light, and heavy wooden doors with intricate carvings closed behind all who had come to bear witness. Karl stood at a stone pedestal dressed in rags without a binder. The prosecutors stood at a similar pedestal, and another sat empty for witness testimony. The witnesses sat at her back in long stone benches. Above them was the Tribunal that would judge the evidence provided by the prosecutor. There wasn’t a right to defense for the accused, but after all the evidence was supplied, witnesses could step forth to volunteer testimony on behalf of the accused.

            The Tribunal typically consisted of Royalty, a clergyman from the Temple, and an expert peer. Today the Tribunal consisted of Crown Prince Baurdric, High Priest Kulbert, and Sir Pellaton.  It would be hard to protect Karl, but Katherine had an ace up her sleeve. She wouldn’t give up without a fight and hoped Karl knew that.

            This trial was a farse; Katherine didn’t understand how it could even be called justice. Most of the witnesses gathered were Royal Knights and other servants of Jinzedra. Some were nobles who had nothing better to do and were desperate for entertainment.

            The prosecutor had multiple witnesses denounce Karl’s actions and behaviors. They said that they had found her suspicious because she bathed alone, didn’t like being treated for wounds or injuries by others, and they went through bandages frequently, inferring to their menstrual cycle. There was testimony that she fought like a rogue, and evidence was found that they had worked as a mercenary while disguised as a man. This was meant to serve as character evidence, to prove that they were a greedy woman, desperate for money, and self-serving. They also found a woman who testified that they had worked as a seamstress in her salon for a short period; during that time, Karl struggled to survive on their meager wages and quit soon after.

            “Karlesha Fae Moor, we would like to question you before we open testimony in your defense.” Prince Baurdric instructed, looking down on her from the pulpit. Crown Prince Baurdric was the oldest of the princes. He had cropped, short golden blond hair, olive-toned skin, and bright blue eyes. He wore an extravagant white and gold suit with a brilliant red cape.

            Karl nodded apathetically.

            “How long have you pretended to be a man?” High Priest Kulbert asked. High Priest Kulbert had long, flowing white hair, a matching beard, and thick bushy eyebrows. His face was pale with deep-set wrinkles and dark brown beady eyes that struggled to see under his thick brows. He was dressed in white robes with Artaxerian symbols and wore round spectacles.

            “Almost nine years.” Karl replied hollowly.

            “Did you do this solely for money?” Sir Pellaton sneered.

            “When I worked as a mercenary, yes.”

            “Was working as a mercenary not lucrative enough for you?” Sir Pellaton continued the questioning.

            Karl somberly shook their head. “I didn’t enjoy my work as a mercenary. I didn’t understand why at the time, but it lacked honor. That’s why I joined the Royal Knights to fight and serve honorably.”

            “The honor of a knight can’t be bought.” Sir Pellaton retorted.

            To that, Karl had no reply.

            “Who here will testify on the accused’s behalf?” Crown Prince Baurdric asked.

            Aricella rose and strode confidently to the witness stand.

            “State your name for the court.” Prince Baurdric instructed.

            “I am Aricella Marisol Havendez, Thaumaturge of the Silvenberg Morkula.” She answered calmly.

            “Do you understand that by taking the stand, you are swearing to tell the truth in the name of Artaxerxes?” High Priest Kulbert asked.

            “I do.” Aricella vowed.

            “How do you know the accused?” The Crown Prince asked.

            “We are both instructors for the Hero of Humanity.”

            “You worked with them for several months?” The Crown Prince continued questioning.

            “Yes, Honorable Tribunal.”

            “In that time, did you ever suspect them of lying about their identity?”

            Aricella shook her head. “Never. They were always sincere and reliable.”

            “You say that despite the accused lying to you from the beginning?” Sir Pellaton asked.

            Aricella nodded. “They might have lied about their gender, but they never lied about who they were.”

            “And who is Karlesha Fae Moor?” Sir Pellaton asked.

            “They are logical and fair. They like reading and horseback riding. They are far too fond of meatloaf than anyone should be and hate mushrooms. They also hate sharing their food too. They grew up in the Greybrick Orphanage when Rigolerri had left it to rot. They are strong and kind, and more importantly honorable.”

            “Do you think honorable people lie?” Sir Pellaton questioned bitterly.

            Aricella sighed. “I don’t know why they lied, but it doesn’t change who they are. My friend.”

            “Thank you, Ms. Havendez.” The Crown Prince stated. “Please take your seat.” Aricella returned to the benches after giving her testimony. “Are there any others who wish to give testimony?” Deur rose and took the witness stand. “Please state your name for the court.”

            “I am Sir Deur Eloy Cathmore, Templar from the Bollingbroke Temple.”

            The High Priest asked again if Deur understood the importance of taking the witness stand and what it implied. Deur responded in the affirmative.

            “How do you know the accused?” The Crown Prince questioned.

            “We were assigned to protect the Hero of Humanity.” Deur explained. “They were also given the vital role of teaching the Hero to fight.”

            “Like Ms. Havendez, you worked with them for several months?” The Crown Prince continued the line of questioning.

            Deur nodded. “Yes, Honorable Tribunal.”

            “At any point did you suspect them of lying?”

            Deur shook his head. “No, never. They’re reserved, but that didn’t bother me. They have a unique fighting style. They train every day; I’ve never met a knight who specializes in so many weapon styles. Long sword, short sword, lance, rapier, mace, longbow, and short bow. It was always an honor to spar with them.”

            “It was an honor to spar with a woman?” Sir Pellaton inquired harshly.

            Deur sighed. “I might not have known they were a woman at the time, but they are one of the most skilled, strategic, and deadly warriors I have ever had the pleasure of sparring with. Now that I know they are a woman, I respect them more.”

            “Would you care to elaborate?” The Crown Prince inquired.

            “Of course.” Deur delineated. “They had to work twice as hard to do everything normal warriors do. I think that could be the reason they fight so fiercely. If there were a warrior I would want to have my back on a battlefield, it would be them.”

            “Thank you, Sir Cathmore. Please, return to your seat.” Deur did as the Crown Prince instructed. “Does anyone else wish to testify on the accused’s behalf?” Katherine looked around the court anxiously, readying herself to testify if her star witness hadn’t arrived yet.

            That’s when a disgruntled old man with cropped short white hair and gray stubble took the stand. Despite his obvious age, he was still incredibly fit, muscular, and had fiery blue eyes. He had two large scars, one that went diagonally across his nose and another that ran over the left corner of his mouth. As he approached the stand, the courtroom erupted into murmurs. They knew this man.

            The Crown Prince slammed the gavel a couple of times. “Order in the court.” The murmuring quieted down. “Please, state your name for the court.”

            “I am Sir Arlo Locke Duncan, the Retired Commander of the Royal Knights.” The veteran introduced himself with a gravelly voice.

            Katherine hid a triumphant smile behind her hand. Sir Pellaton was thrown by his predecessor’s presence in the courtroom. High Priest Kulbert explained the importance of taking the stand and its implication. Sir Duncan responded in the affirmative.

            “How do you know the accused?” The Crown Prince continued questioning.

            “I wrote their recommendation letter to the Royal Knights.” Sir Duncan explained. “When I first met Karl, they worked in a ragtag band of mercenaries.”

            “Did you ever suspect that they were hiding their identity?”

            Sir Duncan shook his head. “They were a scrawny, dirty kid who blew all their coin on food and booze. I just saw a spark in them. It reminded me of myself. I’ve taught many knights, but none of them had this fire. I knew they had immense potential as a warrior, and it would be a waste if I didn’t take them under my wing.”

            “Do you stand by that decision, even now?” Sir Pellaton asked.

            “I do. I trained them and honed their skills. I don’t care what their gender is. They have the makings of greatness, and to deny them would be a travesty.”

            “Thank you, Sir Duncan. Please, take your seat.” Sir Duncan did as the crown prince instructed. “Are there any other witnesses who wish to testify?” Now it was Katherine’s turn; she rose and took the stand, looking like a picture of Scogrian feminine elegance. “Please, state your name for the court.”

            “I am Katherine Marie Holder, the Hero of Humanity.” Katherine announced.

            High Priest Kulbert asked if she understood the importance of taking the stand and all it implied. She replied in the affirmative.

            “How do you know the accused?” The Crown Prince questioned.

            “They are my fighting instructor.” She replied.

            “Did you ever suspect that they were concealing their identity?” The Crown Prince continued.

            Katherine looked at Karl, their eyes locking for an instant. She knew she couldn’t tell the truth about that; she couldn’t admit that she had helped Karlesha hide her identity. “No, but I can’t say that I understand why their gender matters.” Katherine explained, shocking the courtroom. “Since I was summoned here, I’ve been told what I can or can’t do. All because I’m a woman. They taught me how to fight when no one else would, and I couldn’t imagine having a better teacher. They were pivotal in helping me free the slaves from Baron Morvolo’s warehouse. Denying them the right to be a warrior is no different from denying me the right to be a Hero.” This was a bold statement because the King had formally and publicly titled her after her success. It would bring shame to the Royal Family if it were made known that they had tried to strip her of the very right she was summoned for.

            “You would have us ignore their transgressions?” Sir Pellaton quipped.

            Katherine sighed. “Have you ever struggled to survive, Honorable Tribunal?” She looked each of them in the eye, knowing they likely hadn’t. “Have you ever been so hungry you could faint or wondered where your next meal would come from? Have you ever wondered where you would sleep for the night or if you could keep warm? I wouldn’t dare to suggest how you should proceed, Honorable Tribunal. All that I ask is that you consider their position. It’s easy to say that honor is more valuable when you don’t know hunger, or cold, or fear. When they joined the Royal Knights, they might have lied about their gender, but they swore an oath to the Royal Family. Are the vows of women any different than the vows of men? Are they worthless somehow? What about my vows? Are my vows worthless because I am a woman?”

            “Thank you, Lady Holder. Please, return to your seat.” Katherine did as the Crown Prince instructed.

After Lady Holder returned to her seat, a stream of servants from Chateau Vetiver testified to Karl’s kindness and capability. Sir Gawain, Sir Lance, Regina, Maxum, Francis, Zoe, Lina, Nestor and many more. Mistresses from the Greybrick Orphanage came forward, discussing Karl’s volunteer work and the children’s adoration for them. They all talked about the various ways that Karl had helped them. The Tribunal was astonished; it was rare for this many to testify on the accused’s behalf voluntarily. Most did not want their names associated with such trials.

 “Does anyone else wish to testify on behalf of the accused?”  Prince Baurdric seemed shocked that no one else rose to the occasion. “Very well, court is adjourned. The Tribunal will deliberate on the sentence.”

            Now, they waited. They waited in the ornate halls of the Auheron Courthouse. They could have returned to Chateau Vetiver, but Katherine didn’t want to. She was too anxious, so anxious in fact that she could barely sit still. She felt like a bundle of raw nerves as she paced back and forth. Even when she sat, she was tapping her foot impatiently.

            Several hours later, the court reconvened. Everyone crowded back into the courtroom to hear the Tribunal’s judgment. They all waited with bated breath for the verdict.

            The Crown Prince hammered the gavel to get everyone’s attention. “Karlesha Fae Moor, you are guilty of Fraud and Impersonation. Your punishment for these crimes is dismissal from the Royal Knights. You are free to go.”

            The crowd murmured, surprised that the Tribunal had been so lenient. However, it was evident that Karl was crushed.  When the group cleared, only Katherine and her companions remained. They slowly made their way to Katherine’s carriage, Karl following melancholically.

            “What’s wrong? Katherine asked as they made their way back to Chateau Vetiver.

            “I loved being a knight.” Karl admitted on the verge of tears. “I don’t know what I’ll do now that I can’t be one.” Her voice cracked. Katherine took in the woman before her; dark circles had formed under their eyes, and they had lost weight during their captivity.

            “Who said that?” Katherine asked.

            “I’m not a Royal Knight anymore.” Karl began to weep. “No one would hire a woman to be a knight.”

            “I would.” Katherine said, gingerly placing her hand on Karl’s.

            “Really?” Karl’s voice cracked.

            Katherine nodded. “What do you say? Will you become part of the Holder Knightage?”

            “That’s a horrible name for a knightage.” Karl laughed through their tears.

            “You can always help me workshop a better name after you join.” Katherine joked gently.

            Karl laughed and nodded weakly. “Yeah, okay.” 

            Matthias tried pulling Katherine out of the magic circle but got sucked in when his fingers crossed the threshold. They were together as the light enveloped them, blocking out everything. They held each other, that stupid box in the way, and suddenly Katherine was gone.

            When the light faded, a hot sun beat down on him, pale sand blinding him. He was in some desert with tall stone mesas. Matthias stumbled through the desert in the unbearable heat for days until he saw a distant city.

Through the heat waves that radiated from the ground, it looked like a beacon of hope. He skeptically thought it was a mirage, sure to lead him to death. Death was looming regardless, so why not follow a mirage hoping to stumble upon civilization and salvation?

            As he stumbled into the port city, he noticed that the buildings and clothes were strange. The fancier buildings were made of elaborate brickwork patterns with ogee arches, sharply contrasting with the more impoverished square buildings with plainer minimalistic designs. People were dressed in shaylas, thoubs, djellabas, balgas, and kaftans. The city was bustling, and he struggled to get his bearings. Another thing he noticed was the large number of people draped in rags and bound with chains, enslaved people.

            A large market sold various products; produce, meats, and trinkets. Matthias nervously approached one of the vendors and asked. “Excuse me, but where am I?”

            Matthias’ haggard appearance put off the vendor, but they hesitantly replied. “Tawl.”

            “And, um, what country is this?”

            “Redallo.”

            Matthias wandered away from the vendor, but not before responding with a half-hearted. “Yeah, thanks.”

            Matthias never excelled at remembering geography in his high school World History class, but he was pretty sure that Redallo didn’t exist. At least back home, it didn’t. It was also like he had returned to the seventeen or eighteen hundreds. He was scared; he didn’t have the proper currency. His clothes made him stick out; he was hungry, dehydrated, desperately in need of rest, and lacked any basic knowledge about this strange new world that he found himself in. He was deeply concerned about Katherine but couldn’t find her if he was on the brink of death. For now, his number one priority was survival.

            Though Matthias was ashamed of it, he had to steal his first few meals. He remembered how thin and dirty Katherine was when her parents kicked her out of the house, refusing to feed her and barely clothing her. She always had this look when he tried to befriend her before he had earned her trust. It was this feral, distrustful gleam in her eye. Matthias wondered if he looked similar now as people tried desperately to avoid him. He reeked to the heavens and had taken to sleeping in the alleys. He could never quite sate his hunger or thirst, but he stubbornly refused to steal too much, even if it meant filling his belly.

            Thankfully, Matthias stumbled upon a massive neoclassical temple with towering Grecian columns and stained-glass windows of unfamiliar holy figures. A priestess with horrendous burn scars on her face, draped in white robes, approached him. She had golden tan skin, honey-brown eyes, and flaxen hair.

            “Come have some food and water.” The priestess invited him warmly. Matthias weakly followed her to a humble cafeteria where the poor and downtrodden ate what looked like curry and drank spiced tea.

            Matthias was so ravenous that he could scarcely taste the food as he scarfed it down. The priestess watched him curiously as he ate, even laughing when he licked the bowl clean.

            “What is your name?” The priestess asked. When Matthias eyed her suspiciously, she offered him her name. “I’m Juvelle, but most friends call me Juju.”

            “Matthias.” He replied hesitantly.

            “And where are you from, Matthias?”

            He didn’t answer.

            The priestess smiled gently. “Where did you get such strange clothes?”

            Again, he didn’t answer.

            “Listen, if you’re a slave afraid of being returned to your master, the temple can offer you sanctuary for a short period.”

            “I’m not a slave.” Matthias responded hastily.

            “Oh?”

            “I just- I just got lost in the desert.” It wasn’t entirely a lie; just stretching the truth.

            “I see.” Juvelle replied dubiously. “You are lucky to have survived; the Erimell is not merciful. Do you have any place to stay?”

            Matthias shook his head.

            “I might have a solution for that.”

            Juvelle’s solution was to have Matthias work at a small, overpopulated orphanage, caring for the children in exchange for food and shelter. He also wanted to bathe and sleep in an actual bed. It wasn’t like he had many options. He had absolutely no prospects.

            The Banecliff Orphanage was a moderately sized facility. There were approximately sixty children and only three other caretakers. These kids were lucky to escape the nearly constant internal skirmishes in Redallo and slavery. It was far more common for children to be sold into slavery by friends and family than to be brought to an orphanage. These children had absolutely nothing when they arrived at the orphanage and often aged out of the facility; for girls, that was the age of thirteen, and for boys, sixteen. The facility didn’t have much; the children slept in crowded rooms with bunk beds, a small kitchen, a dank cellar, and a makeshift infirmary that was scarcely stocked because they struggled to afford medicine. They did everything possible to care for the children, patching clothes and watering down soup. Matthias used his woodworking to make necessary repairs and simple toys for the children.

            Despite the hardships of working at Banecliff, Matthias enjoyed his time there. Despite his humble home life, his home was full of warmth and love. His father had died when he was young, leaving his mother a widow struggling to care for her two children. He did his best to help his mom look after the house, his little sister, and the stray Katherine. Caring for the children reminded him of home when he felt anxious in his new environment, and through them, he learned about the world of Zazzora.

            Matthias never dared to tell anyone that he was from another world. He feared they would find him crazy or believe he was a Thaumaturge and send him to a Morkula. He was no Thaumaturge, and the idea of imprisonment filled him with dread. He could hardly search for Katherine if he were locked away, and he was confident she was also looking for him. Many told him to give up on looking for his sister and that if her body wasn’t buried in the sands of the Erimell, she was likely enslaved. Katherine might not have been related to him by blood, but she was very much a sister. She wasn’t dead; he knew it in his bones. She wouldn’t make a good slave either; she was out there causing trouble somewhere.

            Matthias knew little about Thaumaturgy but knew that the common folk feared it. A handful of Thaumaturges lived freely in Tawl but typically kept to themselves because most people avoided them. He had seen the Templars dragging away newly awakened children and rogue Thaumaturges in chains covered in runes. He figured it was best to keep his distance if only to err on the side of caution.

            Matthias lived like this for a couple of months before trouble found him. The orphans weren’t allowed to leave the orphanage. It was dangerous because the locals saw them as a nuisance. One day, while Matthias was in the market buying food for the orphanage and searching for Katherine, he was unknowingly followed by an orphan named Binx.

            Binx liked Matthias and followed him to the market despite the danger. However, the child made the mistake of bumping into a man. This man began to beat the poor child, causing quite the scene. Since orphans were considered filthy, no one moved to help the boy or even said anything. When Matthias realized what was happening, he rushed to Binx’s aid. The man beating Binx was dressed in fine silk, and Matthias tried to tear him away from the boy, but it was as if the man was possessed. Even after Matthias managed to part them, the man clawed with an animalistic ferocity for the child.

            Finally, when given no better option and it was clear that no one would come to his aid, Matthias punched the man. Now Matthias had his full attention. The man swiped furiously at Matthias, throwing punches left and right. It was easy enough for Matthias to dodge the attacks; Matthias landed two more punches to the man’s core. Then Matthias smoothly swept the man’s feet from under him.

            The man landed hard on his back, struggling to catch his breath. However, it seemed to have forced him to calm down. The man was still fuming but lost his will to fight.

            “Do you have any idea who I am?” The man demanded, scrambling to his feet in embarrassment. When that elicited no response from Matthias, he shouted. “You’ll regret this!” The man scurried away with his tail between his legs.

            Matthias scooped Binx into his arms, completely dismissing the threat. The boy’s pale skin already bruising, covered in scrapes and cuts. He didn’t look seriously injured, but Matthias would look him over again when they returned to Banecliff.

            “You shouldn’t have done that.” Advised a towering, muscular, and barrel-chested stranger. When Matthias didn’t respond, they continued. “That was Viscount Henituse.” Again, Matthias didn’t respond. “He might not be the highest noble in the hierarchy of Tawl, but he is still a noble with money and resources. He can make your life, and that boy’s, very difficult.”

            “Was I supposed to do nothing?” Matthias riposted bitterly as he pushed his way through the crowd.

            “Well, yes, actually.” The man followed Matthias through the crowded market with great difficulty because of his enormous size. “Nobles get away with worse all the time.” The man following him had a large war hammer strapped to his back and a deep scar that ran under his eyes across the bridge of his nose. “You’re not from around here, are you?”

            “I don’t see how that’s your business.” Matthias quipped in frustration. His efforts to blend in had been in vain.

            “I mean, it seems obvious to me.” The man remarked.

            “Is there a reason you’re following me?” Matthias asked pointedly.

            “You see, I’m the leader of a small band of mercenaries-” The man attempted to explain but was cut off by Matthias.

            “What? Will you be the ones Viscount Henituse sends after me?”

            “No, but you know how to fight.”

            “Is that why you’re following me?”

            The man shrugged. “I’m Haja Karlitis. What’s your name?”

            Matthias refused to answer, and the man followed him back to the orphanage. Thankfully, Binx was not seriously hurt, but he hoped he hadn’t endangered the children in his care. Upon his return, Matthias informed the other caretakers of the events that transpired. Just as Haja had said, they feared retaliation.

            He also learned that Haja led a mercenary band called Desert Rose. They were a band of four and were incredibly skilled. While they weren’t precisely famous, they were notoriously hard to kill. They traveled all over Redallo in search of work and currently had a short-term contract with a wealthy merchant to protect their goods from being stolen at Tawl’s port.

            For weeks Haja and other members of the Desert Rose would show up at the orphanage to pester him about recruitment. It’s not that Matthias couldn’t or wouldn’t fight; he was a decent fighter and athlete. He played football and soccer, and plenty of fights broke out during games. It wasn’t the same as learning to use a sword to kill someone.

            Then one day, Haja and the three other members of the Desert Rose arrived at the orphanage out of breath. “Viscount Henituse is on his way here with his men.” Haja warned.

            Matthias was confused and didn’t respond.

            Haja continued to delineate. “He wishes to apprehend you. They’ll forcefully remove you and kill you if they deem it necessary.”

            “And what? You want me to leave?” Matthias questioned.

            Haja nodded.

            Matthias sighed. “Is there any way to guarantee the safety of the orphanage if I go? There’s no way to know they won’t harm anyone just because they don’t find me here.”

            “There is.” Haja expounded. “If you agree to join the Desert Rose, Farlo and I will stay behind to drive them off. Go with Chu’si and Brykar into the desert, and we’ll catch up with you later.”

            “And you two can handle them alone?”

            Farlo had lean muscle, dark skin, long black hair, a matching goatee, and dark brown eyes. He had scarred scratch marks on the left side of his face that seemed to have occurred from getting into a fight with a beast. He wielded a longbow and double katars.

            Chu’si was a petite but muscular half-elf woman. She had a chin-length black bob, bronze skin, cat-like green eyes, and slightly pointed ears. Her small form was covered in scars; her beautiful face had a scar over her left eye and another scar that extended from her left ear to the corner of her mouth. She was mute from having her tongue removed and communicated by writing on a small slate that she kept on a leather string around her neck and chalk. She wielded poisoned throwing needles, a whip, and a scythe.

            Brykar was a muscular man with shoulder-length brown hair, golden tan skin, and hazel eyes. His body was covered in burn scars, including a reasonably large burn mark on his forehead. He wielded a spear and shield.

            “Why would you do this for me?” Matthias asked in astonishment.

            “I see great potential in you.” Haja explained. “If you join Desert Rose, I’ll teach you to fight and win as a warrior of the Erimell.”

            Brykar chimed in with a cheeky smile. “Haja has an eye for these things. He saw potential in Chu’si and I. Chu’si is a master assassin now.” Matthias looked at Chu’si, who nodded in response to Brykar’s words but maintained an apathetic expression. “I mean, I was always pretty amazing even before I met Haja, but now I’m one of the best spearmen in Redallo.” Matthias took Brykar’s remark with a grain of salt. Matthias learned about Brykar through his many visits to the orphanage that he had quite the silver tongue and a mind for mischief.

            “It doesn’t look like I have any choice.” Matthias retorted.

            “You could face Viscount Henituse on your own.” Farlo replied matter-of-factly. “Though, I doubt that would go well for you. Haja and I will talk to the Viscount. We'll protect the orphanage if we can’t convince him to leave.”

            “But if standing up to the Viscount caused this mess, why would it be any different if you handled it?”

            “The Archduke of Tawl owes us a favor.” Farlo expounded but did not elaborate on why such a powerful noble owed them such a thing.

            Matthias explained the situation to the children, and they exchanged a rushed but tearful goodbye. Then he followed Chu’si and Brykar into the desert, where they made camp and waited for Haja and Farlo.

            Haja and Farlo didn’t arrive until late in the night. They had tried to explain to the Viscount that Matthias had fled when he caught word of the Lord coming for him. However, the Viscount was livid and didn’t want to believe Matthias had left. The Viscount wished to tear the orphanage apart to ensure Matthias wasn’t there, but Haja refused. A skirmish broke out, but it ended when Juvelle arrived with Archduke Citrione to settle the ordeal. After hearing the situation out and everyone at the orphanage testified that Matthias had fled, the Viscount was publicly scolded, which brought great shame upon his whole family.

            After that, they began to travel across Redallo for work, and Haja trained Matthias and taught him how to fight. After trying many weapons, he finally landed on the two-handed great sword. After that, his training improved significantly. Matthias was powerful and quick-witted. What he lacked in experience, he made up for with ingenuity.

            They had caught people sniffing about for Matthias, but they thought that they likely served Viscount Henituse. Grudges died hard in Redallo, so it wouldn’t be surprising if the Viscount still wanted to make Matthias pay to some extent. Matthias did his best to lie low and throw any pursuers off his trail, wearing disguises, using a code name, or sneaking away from certain social situations that might expose his identity.

            Later news spread of the Hero of Humanity. A Heroine summoned by the Human Nations to fight the Dark Gods. Fliers circulated depicting the Heroine accepting their title in some ceremony. These sketches showed a remarkable similarity to his childhood friend, Katherine Holder.

            Matthias told Haja about who he was and how he came to Redallo. Thankfully, Haja believed him; it explained a lot about why he lacked so much information about Zazzora, information that he would have grown up knowing. Matthias expounded that the Hero was who he had been looking for. Haja insisted they head to Scogrys so Matthias could verify the Hero’s identity.

            Katherine and her entourage arrived in the port city of Eyanosa. Eyanosa was not a seaport but a riverport. Traveling by boat was faster than by land, and the Newasser River allowed merchants to bring goods up north quickly. It also had the only road out of Scogrys, the Lerehin Highway. The highway got its name from the Lerehin Mountains, and it was the only land path that cut through the treacherous mountains to the country of Redallo. It’s said that the Lerehin Highway once led to the ancient nation of the Kraphagax, most thought that was only a rumor, especially since the only thing that remained of this forgotten country was the city-state Falekhari. Eyanosa was significant because it was a city at a major crossroads of land and water. It attracted all kinds of nobles, merchants, artisans, and entrepreneurs.

            Zoe and Lance had left to go secure lodging at an inn. This meant that the others could go exploring. Katherine was captivated by the bustle of the city. Eyanosa wasn’t as elaborate as Rigolerri; it had less decorative architecture with more practical roads and alleys. There was less of a contrast between the nobles and commoners. Maybe Katherine was biased, but people seemed happier here.

            They went to the market to see what goods were available. They wanted to look around and might even find hidden treasures or purchase souvenirs.

            That’s when Katherine saw something that made her freeze where she stood. The others wondered what she was doing, and for a second, she thought she had seen a ghost or that maybe her mind was playing tricks on her. That’s when she saw a familiar head of fiery curls at just the right height. She couldn’t see the man’s face but was instinctively sure it was him.

            “Matt!” She called out, trying to get the man’s attention. “Matty!” She began to move through the crowd, but she still hadn’t caught his attention. “Matthias Aaron Rosenberg!”

            The man’s head snapped in her direction at the sound of his name, and a familiar pair of grey eyes fell on her. When their eyes locked, they shared a look of recognition, and before Katherine knew it, she was running haphazardly, forcing her way through the crowd. Then she launched into his arms, feet leaving the ground, her arms around his neck. They held each other tightly for a long moment, relieved that the other was alright.

            Katherine and Mathias’ perspective parties converged on them wordlessly. Everyone who witnessed the scene watched in awe at what had unfolded. They didn’t know what was happening, but it was also unusual for a man and woman to show affection so openly in Scogrian culture, especially in public.

            “Kitty Kat, is that you?” Matthias asked, pulling out of the hug.

            Katherine nodded eagerly, on the verge of tears. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” Her voice cracked a little.

            “Don’t cry.” Matt chuckled, ruffling her hair.

            “I’m not crying.” Katherine obviously lied, frantically wiping away the tears that had escaped. “I just got something in my eye like a leaf, or a twig, or a branch, or something. It isn’t important.” She joked.

            “Hey, I’m okay.” Matthias demonstrated by gesturing to himself, opening his arms so she could examine him.

            He was right, of course, but Katherine had to make sure anyway. He looked like he had put on some muscle, but other than that, he was fine. His hair was a little longer, his skin a few shades tanner, and dusted heavily with freckles. His eyebrow piercing was gone, and he was dressed in a sirwal and qamis with a great sword on his back.

            Katherine noticed the rather imposing group that Matthias was with. They looked defensive like they were ready for a fight if things went wrong. “Are they your friends?” She asked.

            “Oh, yes.” Matthias explained. “These are the members of Desert Rose, a mercenary group I joined a while back.”

            “It is an honor to meet you, Lady Holder.” Haja gave her a deep bow.

            “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mister-” Katherine waited for him to fill her in on his name.

            “Haja Karlitis.” Haja replied, then motioned to the members of Desert Rose. “Farlo Estree, Chu’si Roane, and Brykar GeNude.”

            “I’m honored to meet you all.” Katherine gave them a polite bow since she couldn’t curtsy without wearing a dress. “Thank you for looking after my closest friend.”

            “It was an honor to teach such a skilled warrior.” Haja replied. The mercenaries seemed nervous, probably because she was considered nobility.

            “Your new friends are so metal.” Katherine giggled to Matthias.

            “You don’t know the half of it.” Matt retorted, then he looked at Katherine’s entourage. “And who are your friends?”

            “Oh, of course.” Katherine looked back at her friends. “This is my Thaumaturgy teacher Aricella Havendez.” Katherine gestured to Aricella.

            “You’re a Thaumaturge?” Matthias was shocked.

            “Yep.” Katherine gave an enthusiastic nod. “I even have my own Templar, Sir Deur Cathmore, to keep me out of trouble.” Matthias and Deur shared a knowing look, understanding that Katherine was a master troublemaker. “My friends Karlesha Moor, Tevlan Holbrooke, Mordred Scogrys, and my Cultural Adviser Abraham Casidhe. We have two others, Zoe Brendel, my maid, and Sir Lance Hill, my knight, but they are looking for lodging.”

            Abe stepped forward and shook Matthias’ hand. “You are a hard man to find, Mr. Rosenberg.”

            “You were trying to find me?” Matthias’ brow furrowed.

            “Yeah, I asked him to.” Katherine explained. “Abe has remarkable connections throughout Zazzora.”

            “I see…” Matthias realized that Viscount Henituse might not have held a grudge after all. “Anyway, did you just get into town?” He changed the subject. “I thought you lived in Rigolerri?”

            “I do.” Katherine replied. “But we’re traveling to the Silvenberg Morkula.” Matthias appeared uncomfortable when he heard that. “Oh, I’ll just be visiting. There’s research I’ll be doing there.”

            “Oh, I see.”

            “How long have you been in town?”

            “Just a couple days.”

            “Where are you headed?”

            “I was trying to find you, actually. Would you like to accompany me to a tavern to relax and catch up?”

            “That sounds like a great idea.” Katherine smiled, then turned to her friends. “We should ask Zoe and Sir Lance if they want to come along.”

            “I’ll inform them of the change in itinerary.” Deur said.

            “We’re staying at an inn near the Vicross Tavern. Is it cool if we go there?” Matthias asked.

            Katherine nodded, and with that, Deur walked off.

            They went to the Vicross Tavern, a large three-story tavern with wooden floors, sturdy tables, and mounted taxidermy animal heads. It was early afternoon, but a handful of customers spread throughout, partaking in food and drink. They settled in at a long table, and a beautiful tavern maid served them mead and vegetable stew.

            Deur returned without Zoe and Sir Lance. They wanted to take some time to rest. Katherine and Matthias talked for hours. They shared their journey since arriving in Zazzora. Their adventures were vastly different; Katherine was often caught in the bureaucratic nonsense that came with being a Hero and dealing with nobility, while Matthias struggled to adapt and survive on his own. In a way, it made Katherine grateful for coming to Scogrys and receiving the support she had, even if it meant that she often had to prove herself. Living as a mercenary was a hard life, with danger lurking around every corner, but Desert Rose had given Matthias safety, experience, and support.

            Katherine’s companions were surprised by the unique relationship that Katherine shared with Matthias; the way they reminisced about old times, the way they laughed, their honesty, and inside jokes. At least a couple present were jealous and slightly resentful of their closeness. Mordred and Tevlan, in particular, were dubious of Matthias, but what could they do when she was so happy to see him again? Every whiff of happiness that rolled off her tore at Tevlan’s nerves, making him feel anxious and insecure. Mordred could hardly be so selfish as to vocalize his reservations, not when he could see her grey-blue eyes alight with happiness. Tevlan had been envious of other slaves, of the freedom of others, and of how society treated them. He had never been jealous before; he had never come to care for his other masters like he had come to care for Katherine. Mordred, however, was well acquainted with jealousy; he experienced it often when the professors of the Silvenberg Morkula favored Aricella. Though he could not place why he felt such a way in this circumstance, it left an all too familiar bitterness in his mouth. Perhaps it was because he had tried so hard to earn Katherine’s approval, and it seemed to have come so naturally for Matthias. Neither of them wanted to think about it too much.

            “If a man ever proposes to me again, I’ll projectile vomit on demand like Regan.” Katherine remarked dryly.

            Matt laughed at her joke. “Hold on to your pea soup, Kitty Kat; I don’t think they’ll leave you alone anytime soon.”

            Katherine growled in frustration, rolling her eyes.

            “He’s correct.” Abe responded. “You would be precious to any noble line. Your assets, title, ingenuity, and reputation are invaluable and are certain to bring riches to any noble you align yourself with.”

            “Maybe I don’t want to be valuable or useful.” Katherine riposted. “I don’t want to get married for politics or business. Whatever happened to romance?”

            “You hardly give any willing suitors the time of day.” Abe retorted.

            “Kitty Kat has always been like that.” Matt explained. “She hated her ex when she first met him too.”

            “I didn’t hate him.” Katherine clarified. “I just found him incredibly annoying.”

            “He grew on her, though; she was pretty smitten with Lucas, moved in with him and everything.”

            “I also didn’t have to worry about ulterior motives.”

            There was a brief lull in the conversation when Tevlan asked. “Why do you call her Kitty Kat?”

            Matt was surprised to hear Tevlan speak since he had been relatively silent during their extended stay at the Tavern. “Probably because she spent a lot of time wandering around growing up. She reminded me of a stray cat.”

            “Could I call you by a nickname?” Tevlan asked Katherine.

            “Of course.” Katherine smiled. “Just call me Kat.”

            “Not Kitty Kat?” Abe asked.

            “Please, don’t call me that.” Katherine answered. “That name’s reserved for Matthias, and only because he’s been calling me that since we were kids.”

            “Sorry.” Matt shrugged. “Force of habit.”

            “Can we have nicknames?” Tevlan asked nervously.

            “As long as you’re comfortable with it, sure. I tried giving Aricella a nickname, but she didn’t appreciate it.” Kat shot Aricella a cheeky glare.

            “I didn’t realize that nicknames were so important to you.” Aricella quipped.

            “Nicknames can show how close you are to people.” Matthias explained. “That’s probably why she wanted to give you one.”

            “Oh…” Was all Aricella could say.

            “I call Abraham, Abe. He’s cool with it.” Kat stated.

            “Why didn’t you give me a nickname?” Deur asked accusingly.

            “Well, your name is already pretty short.” Kat delineated. “Also, I decided that it would be best not to assume the closeness of my relationship with people.”

            There was an awkward pause in the conversation. “Don’t take that to heart.” Matt explained. “Kitty Kat’s never been that good at making friends. Lucas and I were her only friends in high school.”

            “That’s not completely true.” Kat denied, almost pouting, and gestured to her companions. “I’ve made plenty of friends.”

            Matt chuckled in response.

            “What would my nickname be?” Mordred asked curiously.

            “Hmm.” Kat looked at him and thought for a moment. “I’m not sure. You have several options: Mori, Mordy, Dred, or Dre. It’s up to you.”

            “Mori.” Mordred decided.

            “What about me?” Tevlan asked.

            “Oh, yours is easy. Tev.” Kat answered. Perhaps she had already thought about it since the answer easily came to her.

            Tevlan blushed in response.

            Katherine looked at Matthias’ companions and asked. “I don’t suppose any of you want a nickname?” Tevlan was relieved that her attention shifted off him, afraid she would notice his flushed cheeks.

            The only one that didn’t just stare at her in response was Brykar. “Oh, I do!”

            “Your name’s Brykar, right?”

            Brykar nodded.

            “Cool, your nickname’s Bryk.”

            Matt glanced out the window and saw it was starting to darken out. “How long will you be in town?”

            “A couple of days, then we’ll be heading south.” Kat explained.

            “Hmm.” Matthias was lost in thought; it was evident that he didn’t want to be parted from Katherine so soon, but he also didn’t want to part from his comrades in the Desert Rose.

            “As a new noble, I’m building a knightage.” Kat expounded. “I only have three knights right now, including Karl.” Katherine pointed in her direction. “I’m willing to welcome all of you into the Sable Knights.” She looked to Haja, who was obviously the leader, and did not appear convinced. “However, since we don’t know each other very well, how about a trial period?”

            “I’m listening.” Haja replied sternly.

            “We’re heading to the Silvenberg Morkula. Even if we take a boat to Adoette, it’ll take weeks to get there.” When Katherine mentioned the Morkula, the mercenaries appeared restless. “I’ll pay you double your usual rate, and if by the end of our journey, you don’t wish to serve me, then you’re free to leave.”

            “What’s the catch?” Haja asked.

            “No catch.”

            “You won’t change your mind when we get to the Silvenberg Morkula and go back on your offer?”

            Katherine shook her head.

            “Then why not just pay us our usual rates?” Haja watched her closely.

            “Think of it as a sign of my gratitude for looking after Matthias all this time.”

            Haja remained skeptical. “We accept, but I’ll have my eye on you.”

            “Of course, I wouldn’t expect any less.” With that, Katherine rose from her seat. “Well, we should get going.” Everyone stood from the table, preparing to leave. “See you tomorrow?” She asked Matthias.

            “Of course.” Matt replied.

            They shared a lingering hug before going their separate ways.

            Then walking back to the Glendale Inn, where they were staying, Abraham remarked. “Your friend is incredibly handsome. Have you ever had any serious feelings for him?”

            Everyone gasped at the directness of Abraham’s question, though they were inquisitive.

            “Nope.” Katherine responded without hesitation. “He’s like my brother, so I just never really saw him that way.” She shrugged nonchalantly. “It would be kind of gross if I did.”

            “That’s boring.” Abe jested with a mischievous chuckle, casting knowing glances at Mordred and Tevlan.

            Katherine and her companions stood before the boat taking them South on the Newasser River to Adoette. The journey that would take a week on land would only take four days by ship. The craft before them was a merchant vessel that was one hundred and fifty feet long. The crew was busy hauling crates of goods onto the brig. It was a beautiful ship with two broad, sturdy masts towering above them. Great white sails billowed in the wind, and on the side of the transport were bright red letters that read ‘Babelyth,’ the vessel’s name. Katherine marveled at the size of the craft. The Newasser River was wide and deep, and there was plenty of room for such massive ships to navigate. She hoped the journey would go well; she had never been on a boat for such a long period before.

            Zoe was anxious and wanted them to travel on a more luxurious ship because she had heard rumors of pirates on the river. Katherine had refused. Being surrounded by stuffy nobles in such a small place that she couldn’t easily escape would have been suffocating. If there were rumors of pirates on the river, there was no way to guarantee what crafts they would attack. The Babelyth had ten cannons for defense, and the crew appeared capable. Pirates had the motive to attack both merchant and luxury vessels.

            When they boarded the Babelyth, they were greeted by its captain, who was distinguishable by his clothes, which were a bit more elegant than his crew, but just as comfortable and easy to move around in. He had shoulder-length dirty blond curls, stubble, rugged tan skin, and grey eyes. He wielded a mace, shield, and longbow.

            Upon seeing their party, a broad, crooked smile graced the captain’s face. The captain marched up to Abraham and shook his hand. “Mr. Cassidhe, I presume.”

            Abraham smiled back, eagerly accepting the warm handshake. “Captain Shor’vatz, meeting you in person is an honor.”

            “The honor is all mine; you’ve always been a reliable business partner.” The captain abruptly turned his attention from Abraham to Katherine. “Is this her?”

            Abe nodded. “This is Lady Katherine Holder, the Hero of Humanity herself.”

            Kat bowed to the captain in response to Abraham’s introduction.

            Captain Shor’vatz bowed to Katherine, removing his tricornered hat with a flourish. I am honored to meet you, Lady Holder. I am Captain Howard Shor’vatz; I welcome you to my humble ship. I hope you don’t mind any mistakes my crew might make; we aren’t accustomed to such lofty company. Most of those who purchase passage on my ship are commoners and merchants.”

            “That won’t be a problem, Captain.” Katherine reassured him with a bright smile. “Just treat me like you would anyone else. I entrust my safety and that of my companions’ to your capable and experienced hands.”

            Captain Shor’vatz was stunned by Katherine’s response. Not only was she dressed strangely, but she addressed him respectfully as equals and acknowledged his skills. He had provided passage for other nobles on rare occasions, but they had always held their status over him like petulant children. They did not understand the dangers of running a ship or the importance of the captain’s role in keeping everyone on board safe. While he remained skeptical, he was hopeful the trip would go well.

            The captain waved over his crew mates.  “Please, take our guests to their rooms.” He instructed his crew members before returning to Katherine and her companions. “We set sail in thirty minutes, take that time to settle in, and then you can return to watch our departure if you wish.”

            The Captain’s Quarters were situated under the upper deck and served as a navigation room. Beneath the main deck were a galley and a series of small rooms where the crew and passengers slept. The third and final level was the cargo hold. The ship was plain and cramped, but it was beautiful in its simplicity and well-maintained. Tiny windows allowed them to catch small glimpses of the river outside. Below deck, lighting was dim, oil lanterns tinged the wood with an orange glow, and the furniture was bolted down.

            After settling in, they returned to the main deck in time for their departure from Eyanossa’s port. It was strange being on a ship, but she was glad they were on a river. Land wasn’t far if things went south, and despite being in Eyanossa for only a couple of days, it had grown on her, and she found herself sad to be leaving it behind. Maybe it was because it was so different from Rigolerri or because it was where she reunited with Matthias, but she hoped she would return one day.

            After watching Eyanossa fade into the distance, Katherine looked west to the Lerehin Mountains. They towered over them, jagged and wild with gnarled cliffs. Treacherous and untamed, the mountains reached for the heavens, creating inhospitable terrain that split the great continent of Yersimol in two. She wondered if the Kraphagax in Falekari were toiling away in the depths of the mountains. Did their tunnels and mines remain, or had they perhaps crumbled under the weight of time when they withdrew into isolation? It is said that they used to have tunnels and cities that stretched for miles in a complex network that only they could understand, under other countries and even under the sea.

            “Kat, we’re going below deck to eat.” Matt invited warmly, pulling Katherine from her thoughts.

            Katherine looked over and saw that the passengers were indeed making their way below deck, leaving only the crew of the Babelyth above tending to the sails and rigging. It would be best to get out of their way, especially since they were still busy with their departure. It would also allow her to meet with the other passengers aboard the ship. Katherine smiled at her friend and eagerly joined them.

            Captain Shor’vatz was correct; all of his passengers present were commoners or humble merchants. There were two other Thaumaturges outside of Katherine’s company. No one seemed to recognize her. They didn’t expect to find the Hero of Humanity aboard the Babelyth, so they did not see her. Not that Katherine minded; she was glad to escape her responsibilities, even briefly. It was refreshing to be treated like everyone else. While Karl and Lance wore her crest, without her carriage and finery to symbolize her nobility, she was free of it in a sense. She enjoyed listening to them laugh, sing, and dance. Katherine eagerly listened to the silly stories they shared to entertain themselves and pass the time. The carriage had been left in Eyanossa to be retrieved later.

            Katherine struggled to sleep on the second night of their journey aboard the Babelyth. The ship rocked and sighed on the roaring river waters, heaving to and fro. She had thankfully not gotten sick from the constant motion; Zoe had not been so lucky. She and Zoe shared a room. Zoe’s face was pale from exhaustion as she finally managed to sleep despite her sickness. Katherine did not wish to disturb her, but sleep would not come, and she could no longer sit still.

            Katherine crept silently from her room to go to the main deck. Despite being on the surface, the ship was pressed against the darkness of the night. The dim light of candles and lanterns did little to pierce it. Even the pale fire of distant stars didn’t cast it away. A refreshing breeze hit Katherine’s flushed cheeks; the air steadily turned colder as time passed. If winter were not already upon them, then there surely would be no escape from it soon, and it was Katherine’s understanding that Scogrian winter could be fierce.

            A shadow followed Katherine above deck, Katherine was aware of them, but they did not bother her. The members of Desert Rose kept a keen eye on her, each one trading off their duty, except for Matthias. They monitored her closely, trying to learn her secrets and determine her worthiness. Katherine had nothing to hide.

She was equally skeptical of the mercenaries; she had heard dark tales of mercenary bands tearing themselves apart for gold and treasure—even stories of them wiping out competing companies in bloody massacres. While Katherine did not wish to cast aspersions on Matthias’ new friends, she needed to ensure they were skilled, not depraved. Greed was acceptable, a useful tool, and an easy motive to understand, and money was necessary for survival. However, she did not condone killing without reason or remorse.

            Katherine gazed at the stars momentarily, inhaling the frigid night air. Her breath was barely visible in the night. That’s when she caught the familiar form of Tevlan leaning against the railings with his staff at hand. A few crew members moved about above deck, maintaining the sails and keeping watch in the night. The hour was late, so the passengers were sleeping on cots in their small rooms, that’s why it was surprising to find Tevlan up.

            Tevlan turned to Katherine, having heard and smelled her before she had even approached. “Hey, Tev, what are you doing up?”

            “Oh, nothing really…” Tevlan’s voice was distant; Katherine sensed something was bothering him but chose not to press the issue. “What about you, Kat? Did you have trouble sleeping?”

            Katherine took a moment to respond. “Oh, no.” She shook her head. “I’m just restless, I guess. Maybe I don’t like feeling stuck on a ship. It’s a little stifling…”

            “I understand.” Tevlan replied. He could feel her inquisitive eyes on him and hear her unasked question. “I have been a passenger on several vessels, though for much longer voyages and in significantly worse conditions…”

            “Oh…” Katherine’s reply was barely a whisper. She cleared the sudden lump from her throat. “That must have been hard.” She reached out to touch him in a clumsy attempt to offer comfort but decided against it. She was sure that even her most earnest attempts to soothe him would do little.

            Tevlan was going to respond when his head snapped toward the water. He was listening for something on the churning waters of the river below. Katherine decided to listen too, but all she heard was the crew of the Babelyth and the water. She fruitlessly tried to will herself to listen more closely, to hear what Tevlan could, but she heard nothing but the natural motion of the river.

            “What is it?” Katherine asked softly.

            Tevlan shushed Katherine, took her hand, and had them duck behind the railings. Chu’si, who was Katherine’s shadow for the evening, did the same, joining them. They huddled together in the deep shadow of the ship’s main deck.

            Chu’si hastily scribbled on her slate with her chalk, softly tapping away until she turned the slate to face Katherine. “Intruders.” It read.

            Katherine’s eyes widened, locking with Chu’si’s cat-like ones. She peeked from their hiding place, trying to peer into the dark. She saw nothing on the river, no light from the boats of the intruders. Not even the faintest glimmer of candlelight, though she could not tell one shadow from the next, only dark reflections on the water. “You see them?” Katherine asked Chu’si.

            Chu’si nodded and pointed to her eyes before pulling her, throwing needles out, and gripping them between her knuckles. “Stay in the shadows.” Chu’si wrote, then cleared her slate to continue. “I’ll warn the others. Get to the captain.”

            Katherine nodded. “All right, be safe.”

            “What’s happening?” Tevlan asked as Chu’si darted off.

            “There are pursuers on the water.” Katherine explained. “We need to stay hidden and warn the captain.”

            Katherine considered casting Misty Step on Chu’si, but she didn’t need to. Chu’si slunk below deck with cat-like grace, agility, and stealth. Chu’si easily melded with the darkness as if she were made of it. It was equally astounding and terrifying and probably required a great deal of training to accomplish.

            Katherine and Tevlan began to make their way to the Captain’s Quarters. Suddenly, Tevlan pushed Katherine to her knees and crouched down beside her. She opened her mouth to protest, but seconds later, there was shouting as a fight broke out on deck as the intruders swarmed. They quickly scrambled to cover behind some barrels.

            Katherine’s heart thundered in her ears; her eyes widened as she watched the fight unfold on deck. The dim light of the lanterns cast long shadows, and there were sparks as metal struck metal. Their attackers were vicious in their assault on the crew. They maimed and seriously wounded several men. Their blood like ink in the night, splattering and pooling, soaking deep into the wood. Those that they knocked out were bound in rope.

            Who were these people? What did they want? It took a moment for the realization to dawn on Katherine as she reflected on Zoe’s warnings and concerns. Pirates… This was a merchant vessel, so they were likely after the goods the Babelyth was transporting.

            Tevlan took Katherine’s hand and asked. “What’s the plan? What do you want to do?” His gentle voice pulled her from the chaos of her mind.

            At that moment, Katherine realized that she had been holding her breath. She forced herself to exhale and take deep, calming breaths. She looked out at the scene from their cover and tried to pull her wits back to her.

            That’s when a man wielding a falchion and whip sauntered to the Captain’s Quarters, followed by two other pirates. It was evident that this man was the captain of the pirates. The man was muscular with a long greasy black mohawk that he pulled back into a ponytail. His skin was a rugged tan from prolonged sun exposure; he had a short black goatee, dark brown eyes, and yellow teeth.

            The pirate captain had a man kick down the door to the Captain’s Quarters. The subordinate took a few strong kicks, but finally, the wooden door splintered open. The pirate smirked triumphantly, but his victory didn’t last long as an arrow rocketed from the depths of the cabin striking them deep in the heart. The pirate fell over dead, who appeared to be the First Mate and pirate captain, unceremoniously kicked his body out of their way.

            Suddenly, Captain Shor’vatz erupted from his quarters, wielding his shield and mace. He smashed his mace into the First Mate’s thigh, and there was a loud cracking noise as their femur shattered. They screamed as they collapsed to the ground, unable to fight.

            Captain Shor’vatz squared off against the pirate captain. They were evenly matched, each parrying and countering the blows of the other. Katherine watched with bated breath, wishing for Howard’s success.  She was unsure if she should intervene or not. Captain Shor’vatz was on the brink of victory, but the pirate captain pulled a dirty trick. While countering one of the pirate captain’s attacks, Howard lost his balance, and the pirate captain took this opportunity to use his whip to pull Howard’s feet out from under him.

            “Shit!” Katherine gasped as Captain Shor’vatz landed heavily on his back. “We have to help the captain.”

            “I’ll transform.” Tevlan replied

            Tevlan attempted to stand, but Katherine put a hand on his shoulder to stop him and shook her head. “No. That would expose you to everyone on the ship; we can’t risk that. You’ll have to use your staff.”

            Tevlan nodded.

            The pirate captain raised his falchion for the killing blow when Katherine launched from cover and punched him in the face. Then she drew her rapier, prepared to fight. The pirate captain was surprised and staggered backward. Enraged, the pirate captain used his whip to strike at Katherine, but she intercepted the blow with her rapier. While that was successful, he used his whip to pull her rapier out of her hand forcefully. The rapier clattered and slid across the deck, leaving Katherine defenseless.

            Then he marched forward and growled. “A mere woman dares to strike me, Captain Goro Taramyn?” His eyes burned with outrage.

            Katherine was visibly confused. “I’m sorry, am I supposed to know who you are?”

            The pirate captain’s only response was silent seething rage.

            Katherine looked to Captain Shor’vatz for answers. “Should I know him?

            Stunned, Howard replied. “He’s a pirate who terrorizes the locals on the Newasser River. He has evaded capture for years and has caused quite a bit of trouble for merchants and tradesmen.”

            Katherine returned her attention to Captain Taramyn and shrugged. “Sorry, I’m not a local.”

            Goro roared in fury and charged at her. That’s when Tevlan emerged and used the air mana stone on his staff to cast out a blade of air. The transparent blade of air sent Goro flying back, creating a gnarled laceration across his chest that began to ooze blood.

            Katherine took this opportunity to help Captain Shor’vatz to his feet. Howard grunted in appreciation and readied himself to continue the battle. Tevlan readied his staff, and now that she had assistance, Katherine retrieved her rapier. Captain Taramyn was livid as he saw them prepared to fight him.

            “Retreat!” Goro cried after a brief moment of deep contemplation.

            His men were stunned by his order, exchanging looks of confusion and dismay. After some hesitation, they began to flee to three points. They had three much smaller and stealthier ships; two sloops and a ketch. Any seriously wounded or dead pirates, including the First Mate, were left behind.

            They allowed Goro to return to his ketch under their watch, prepared for any cunning tricks he might attempt last minute. He glared up at them and declared. “You will rue the day you crossed Captain Goro Taramyn.”

            Katherine had expected him to put up more of a fight and was surprised that he appeared to retreat so quickly. That’s when she realized her companions had emerged from below deck during the battle and that there were nearly two dozen dead or wounded pirates. A measly ten pirates had survived and escaped; they had almost been completely defeated.

            Apparently, some pirates had gone below deck during the boarding and started tying up passengers. However, because of Chu’si’s warning, Katherine’s companions did not make the task easy and drove them out. Then began to participate in the battle on deck.

            The pirates had cunningly attacked under darkness in completely silent and easy-to-man ships. They had blown their lanterns out so that even if the crew of the Babelyth had spotted them and got to the cannons, they would have been firing haphazardly into the dark.

            They tied up the remaining pirates to turn them in upon docking in Adoette. Katherine and Aricella healed as many crew members as possible, starting with those with the most severe injuries. Some were too badly injured for them to help, missing fingers, hands, and legs. They did their best to treat them anyway. Five of the crew died, and seven remained seriously injured even after their best healing efforts.

            Captain Shor’vatz was incredibly grateful for their assistance and considered them friends who were always welcome on the Babelyth. He also warned Katherine that Captain Taramyn was notorious for holding grudges and that it would be wise to be cautious near the Newasser River from now on. He assured Katherine he and his crew would be fine, even if Goro were now hunting for revenge.

            Katherine also seemed to gain some respect from the members of Desert Rose. Though she didn’t feel she had been instrumental during this encounter, she was glad to have gained even a modicum of their trust.