Mystic's Scepter. Lost Ancients #11 (Lost Ancients Dragon's Blood #5 ;)) FIRST CHAPTER

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Chapter One

 

 

We’d been stuck on this island for just over three months when the invasion came.

Unfortunately, it came right as the sun was fighting its way to wake us all up. Also known as the official time every morning, when I fought to hang on to a tiny bit more sleep. I was pretty sure Alric, Covey, and the rest of my companions were trying to do the same.

The screeches and yells of our invaders became familiar as they increased in volume. Then they were joined by the sound of stones being thrown against the roof and walls of our small hut.

It was the faeries, and none of us were going back to sleep.

Alric was in bed next to me, and he sat up quickly. Immediately, one hand held a spell, the other held the knife he kept under his pillow. His bright green eyes were annoyingly awake. I loved Alric completely, but I wasn’t going to touch him right now.

“It’s the girls, I don’t think we have to worry.” Be annoyed, yes. Worry, probably not. I wasn’t sure why they were throwing rocks at our hut, though. My faeries must have found something new to create mayhem with.

Great.

Alric paused on the edge of our bed, tilted his head, and nodded. He released his spell, tucked away his knife, and threw a loose shirt over his sleep pants. “But what’s that buzzing sound?” He stalked to the door. It was only a few steps, but it didn’t hinder his stalk at all.

I hadn’t heard a buzzing originally, but I did as the faeries came closer. “I have no idea. Maybe we’re better off not knowing?” One of the few advantages of being trapped on a magical island was that the faeries couldn’t accidentally destroy something beyond here.

One of the major downsides was that we were trapped here with them.

I gave serious consideration to simply pulling my covers over my head and ignoring everything.

But the thumps and buzzing sounds were getting louder. There was no way any of my friends didn’t hear the attack; we all had separate bedding huts, but we weren’t too far apart.

I rolled out of bed and slipped a robe over my bedclothes.

“The sound is too high-pitched for Bunky or Irving.” I didn’t move any closer to the door as another thought hit me. “You don’t think Flower and his brownies have done another experiment, do you?”

The last time our resident troop of reformed brownies tried to improve island conditions, they’d managed to blow up a section of our island. This island hadn’t been massive to begin with, and we needed all the space we could get. Luckily, no one had been hurt.

Flower had promised to refrain from such further endeavors. Which, while well meant, probably wouldn’t last.

Alric flung open the door.

Tall, blond, stunning, and fierce was the love of my life. I wasn’t expecting the manly yell of terror he gave as he jumped backward.

Three blurs of color came zipping erratically into the hut. None of them were flapping their wings, but holding on to two ends of fishing line wrapped around large, shimmering, green beetles. Ones with serious navigation issues. Or perhaps the girls had been sharing their limited store of remaining ale with the bugs.

I doubted that would happen.

Garbage Blossom, Leaf Grub, and Crusty Bucket, along with their weird bug companions, were the only ones who came inside our hut. More faeries flew around outside, laughing hysterically, and at least five more were flying around with the same beetle setup these three had.

Judging from the shouting coming from my friends further into our camp, there were plenty over there as well.

“Garbage!” I yelped as my maniacal orange faery and her beetle careened too close to my face. She was laughing too loudly to hear me as she pulled on the strings like reins to steer her bug. None of the faeries with their odd steeds were flapping their wings, even when their beetle dipped them toward the ground or a wall.

“Garbage Blossom, what are you doing?” I raised my voice, but she continued to laugh and ignore me.

My little blue faery, Crusty, lost hold of one of her ends of string. The beetle she was flying shot out of our hut, and Crusty, also still laughing, slammed into a wall and slid to the floor.

Leaf saw the entire thing and doubled over in laughter. Which caused her to release her bug strings. Fortunately, Leaf remembered she could fly and flew before she crashed.

Her beetle fled through the still-open door.

“I’s wins! Me’s!” Garbage zigged around the room as her beetle did a few laps, bumping into Alric, me, the bed, and the chairs at least three times. “Yous goes now!” Garbage hovered in the air as she released her bug, and it followed its friends outside.

“Girls, what are those things and where did they come from?” We’d been stuck here for three long months. Something like those weird drunken beetles would have been spotted long ago.

Alric went outside but shook his head. All the beetles had taken off.

“Theys likes us. So comes heres to play.” Garbage looked around the room and shrugged. The excitement was over, and she was rapidly becoming bored. “Byes!”

She and her two companions zipped away before I could get more information.

“What was that?” Covey stalked up to our open door. She was still in bedclothes, and her fingers were flexing. They hadn’t gone claw-like yet, but no one should annoy her right now; she was on the edge.

A trellian in berserker form was not something sane people wanted to face.

“Some sort of flying beetles with a horrible sense of direction. Not a clue as to where they came from. The girls were useless. How could we have missed seeing them before?” Once we’d realized we were trapped here for a while, Padraig, Alric, and our other old school researchers, including Covey, worked on investigating the island top to bottom.

Nothing could get off this island. Not the faeries, constructs, or our siramage, an extremely powerful magic user, Cwin. She was usually extremely calm for a grimarian, but we all avoided her for two days after that discovery was made. I was pretty sure I’d seen smoke coming from her fur.

The faeries, who could pop in and out of reality at will, were also stuck. Which hadn’t made any of them great company for a while, either.

“They could have been dormant. We haven’t completed a full season cycle on this island. I’d better go hunt down the others across the island; this could be important.” Covey’s fingers went back to normal, and she shuffled around in her slightly bedraggled pajamas.

When I first met Covey, she’d been fascinated by the rumors and myths of the vanished elven people. Thanks to Alric, we found the elves. Or they found us. So, Covey turned her focus to my people, the missing Ancients.

We found out that I was one, but not what happened to my people. She was still fascinated, but we were currently stuck here with nothing to chase down, information or relic-wise.

It probably made sense that, being trapped on this island and without access to research materials, Covey had turned to plants for study. Plants and rocks were the only things here. We had a lot of scrolls to study, but unfortunately, they were all safely tucked away into the magical, tiny black faery bags. And no one could get into them. The only thing Lorcan and Siabiane could sort out was that the interior of the bags must exist in the same in-between area the faeries went to when they vanished. And this island was blocking all of that.

Which had been fascinating for about half a day. Then reality kicked in. All that wisdom, time to research as much as they wanted, and no way to get to it left a bunch of annoyed researchers.

“You want to disturb Padraig’s experiment on the other side of the island for some weird drunken beetles? The faeries have probably forgotten about them now.” But I wasn’t sure about that. Garbage had far too much fun winning her improvised game to give it up yet.

Padraig, Cwin, Lorcan, Siabiane, Mathilda, and Marluk had gone to the far side of the island to conduct studies on ways to break whatever kept us here. Marluk’s magic was gone, but he had a lot of information about magic and this part of the world.

Our resident pirate captain, Jadiera, came into the clearing to join us. She, Marluk, and her regular crew had been fixing her ship, The Dangerous Lady, since we crashed here. It seemed to me like it had been as fixed as it could be a few weeks ago. But no one was taking chances on not being ready to flee when we sorted out what was keeping us trapped.

We could only go about a hundred feet out from the shore before we hit an invisible wall—all the way around the island.

“Did anyone else notice a mass of flika beetles tear by here about ten minutes ago?” Jadiera seemed calm, but I noticed her thick hair was tousled. She was a fierce fighter and an excellent seafarer, but she liked to be active. She’d grown up in an island kingdom far south of us, but she was never restricted to a single island.

“Is flika another name for drunken bugs? Because those things fly worse than Crusty on a five-day bender.” The memory of living through that sent a shiver up my spine.

“That would be a good description of them. Shiny green purple bugs about this big?” She held her thumb and forefinger out in a semicircle.

“Looks about right. The faeries were using them in a game.” Alric glared at the clearing sky. “They took off right after the bugs did.”

Jadiera also frowned at the sky, but she looked far more worried than unbalanced flying bugs should warrant. “I recall my father telling me about the flika bugs. Even brought me home a dead one he found on a journey to the far north. Most bugs can’t handle the cold; those can. And while they might be able to handle this weather briefly, they shouldn’t be able to for long.”

I looked around as Covey and Alric processed the information. Although Jadiera seemed freaked out, Alric and Covey were excited. Somehow, those weird bugs arrived here recently.

“Maybe the others found a way to escape after all. We can get out of this place!” Covey waved us all off and ran to her hut. Probably to pack.

“While it would be wonderful, and I agree it is extremely odd that these things appeared after three months here, I don’t know how we could have missed a way out.” Jadiera still sounded worried. “Let me see if my faeries have answers.” She had her own group of faeries from when she’d met Garbage, Crusty, and Leaf when they’d been out on an adventure a while ago. They mostly hung out with Garbage and the extended crew, unless they were needed for something specific.

Jadiera’s faeries were far more helpful than my group.

Within a few minutes, ten faeries came into range, led by a bright yellow faery. “Is do’s?”

That was Sparkle Slug, the leader of Jadiera’s faery tribe. None of them had sounded like this until they were trapped here with the larger group. All the faeries spoke their own pidgin, but my crew seemed to change it up a lot. And corrupted any faeries around them.

“Have you seen any shiny beetles? They fly oddly?”

“Noes. Maybes?” She grinned and zigged to the side. “Good game.”

“Do you know where they came from?” I’d continued to try to call my original three back, but they’d taken to ignoring me more than before since we’d been here. Being trapped in one spot wasn’t something they were used to.

“Water.” She nodded.

A green faery pushed her. “Noes, trees.”

“Mountains!” Came from another.

“Builders find thems!” The faeries called our troop of brownies, Flower and his eight, as well as Siabiane’s constructs, Welsy and Delsy, builders. They had built all of our structures when we first got here. But I’d never heard them use the phrase about brownies in general.

I doubted any of the brownies found those drunken beetles; Flower would have bragged about it.

Soon, more faeries flew in to give their opinions. Garbage, Crusty, and Leaf weren’t there, but I recognized a lot of them.

“Thanks, ladies.” I looked at my sleep clothes. “Since this is going nowhere, I’m changing clothes.”

“I’ll join you.” Alric was still watching the sky when we went back to our hut.

“Do you think this is a way off of here? Maybe a secret tunnel, like those that connected the islands to the south?” I quickly changed and fought to keep the hope from my voice.

If someone had asked me at any time in the past few years if I would like a three-month vacation where nothing bad could get to my friends and me, I would have jumped at it. We had plenty of provisions, thanks to Jadiera’s ship, The Dangerous Lady; they were mostly dried tack, but they worked. The island itself had fish and various edible fruits and vegetables. Welsy and Delsy found some seeds in a box that had drifted to the island at some point. They managed to grow a good amount of produce.

And after what we’d all been through in the days leading to our crash, it had been great.

For the first few days.

The destruction of the town of Bailinsea had hurt all of us. But we had the scrolls and other relics rescued from the former town.

Not being able to get into the faery bags had crimped things, as we couldn’t do much-needed research into the mass of disasters and what they were heading for.

The faeries were inconsolable when they realized not only couldn’t they leave, but they couldn’t go into the bags and get ale. Jadiera’s crew donated all of their alcohol to them to try to calm them down.

They were almost completely out now. I’d warned the girls to ration it, but it was a foreign concept for them, so I knew they hadn’t been.

“I’d like to hope there’s a way off we missed.” Alric looked splendid in bedclothes, but his normal all black ensemble was always stunning. “But we went over every inch of the island. With every spell anyone could think of. It’s sealed tight. We can go a short distance offshore, but that’s it.”

“Then where did the bugs come from?” We went back out into the common area in the center of the small huts.

Covey bounced up, looking far too perky. “I agree with Taryn. Those beetles are something unique. What are they eating here? I would have noticed if any plants were ravaged.”

“You are still going to pull Padraig and crew off their studies?” I knew not having access to the scrolls, and whatnot had been as hard on Covey as the lack of ale had been for the faeries, but being willing to disturb another’s scientific study? That was unheard of for her.

“This could be an important aspect of what they’re doing. They were examining the far side of the island to see if there was evidence of past inhabitants. Maybe that’s where the bugs came from.”

She was more excited than I’d seen since the first week of us being here. At first, she’d been certain she could find a way off the island. We couldn’t have been the first ones here, after all.

Then there was a week of moping. Also, something I wasn’t used to from her. That was my area, not hers. Then she discovered plants.

Foxy came into the open area, looking sleepy. “What’d I miss?” He must have been on the final night ocean watch. Marluk had heard rumors in Bailinsea that sometimes people had escaped this place, so we all took turns keeping watch on the beach. There was a shimmering veil past the closest reef, which surrounded the island.

We hadn’t seen it flicker once.

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I crouched into the shrubs as I stalked my target. My green and brown hooded tunic, leggings, and the vines covering my bow would blend into the trees behind me. As long as I kept my rambunctious mass of red hair tucked under my hood. Some days were worse than others, and today it had turned into a creature from the wild woods. I kept saying one of these days I was going to cut it, but I liked it when it did what it was supposed to.

I’d chosen to ignore how rare that was.

 The late afternoon sun also helped hide me as long shadows filled the woods. But the most important part was holding still until the exact moment my quarry crossed the targeted spot.

Being still was not a natural occurrence for me, no matter how many times I did this. I told myself I was getting better. At some point, I’d believe it.

I froze as the sound of horses came down the tree-covered path below my hiding spot. Three. My source had said there would be four. Had she been mistaken, or was it simply that the fourth rider had too much to drink at the Drunken Ox pub last night?

I held my breath as they moved closer, and my time of deciding to attack or not grew slim. Skipping this job would be bad, very bad. Vuelo was paying good money for a bag of rare coins. But without backup, there was no one to save me if I guessed wrong.

Then the riders crossed an open part of the trail. One of the guards was missing. Which could mean he was coming up behind, had passed out somewhere, or was taking a different route. I really needed this job, so I took the chance that he was out of the picture completely.

The remaining three people were where I needed them to be. Taking a steadying breath, I released the string of my bow. The long arrow sliced through the rope holding up the net, which covered the road, dropping it over the three riders. The spells embedded in the rope knocked out riders and horses, but left them standing. It wasn’t a cheap spell to buy, but worth every coin. Of course, it would only last for about five minutes. I had some magic of my own, but I was new to it, and something this touchy could take years of training.

I slipped my bow and quiver into the sling over my shoulder and raced down to the stunned group. I bypassed the two guards—the man looked like he’d been stunned while getting ready to shout, the woman had her hand on the hilt of her sword, and had already drawn it a few inches.

Neither boded well, as it seemed they’d sensed me right before the net dropped. Which should have been impossible.

Swearing under my breath, I ran to the nobleman. Getting the pouch out without touching the netting over him wouldn’t be easy. In theory, the heavy gloves I wore should keep the spell on the net from my skin, but it still wasn’t a good chance to take.

It took longer than I’d practiced, but I got the heavy pouch free safely. I nodded thanks to the nobleman for the coins, not that he could see anything, nor would he see more than a plant-darkened face under a heavy hood, even if he hadn’t been spelled. But it was nice to be polite.

Ha. In her last letter, my foster sister Alia had bet me three half-pence I couldn’t pull off a job without fighting someone. Nice to know my friendly thief was wrong. And she owed me some coin.

“Hold it right there.” The deep voice behind me wasn’t what I needed right now.

I turned to the man, expecting it to be the missing guard, but he had been described as a half-troll, and this one was human.

He was also cloaked and hooded, not unlike me. And, uncommon to most rogues, he was armed with a longbow. Also, like me. Yet his hood didn’t cover his face well, and I could see he was about my age, with dark brown hair and deep hazel eyes. Attractive, but not smart enough to completely hide his face. I was certain he wasn’t local.

He was someone I would remember.

I kept my head up, watching the hooded man as I tucked the pouch into the vest under my cloak. The one Alia swore could stop an arrow at close range when she’d stolen it for me last year.

I would rather not test her claim.

“I’ll be taking the bag.” My opponent kept his bow steady as he lifted his chin toward me.

Down to two minutes before the stun spell on the net broke. I’d timed this to be on my way out of here by this point. “I didn’t see you doing the work. I don’t think you’ll be getting the reward. Besides, there are widows and children to feed.” I added the last part as a lark. This was going into my pockets, those of Vuelo, who gave me the job, and a large anonymous donation to schooling for the youngsters of the Fae Workhouse. But I’d heard of some thief robbing and giving to the poor halfway across the country, so I might as well play off it.

“Then you won’t mind me taking it to them. I can’t see your face, but you sound like a lovely young woman. One who shouldn’t be out where it’s dangerous.”

A guaranteed way to get under my skin was to mock me as being a frail and defenseless woman. And this idiot wasn’t even doing it based on my looks. At a speed my elven ancestors would have approved of, I drew one of my throwing blades and flung it at the archer.

He ducked but stayed on his horse as I ran around the still-frozen, but not for much longer, nobleman tableau and vanished up the hill into the deep bushes and trees. It was the wrong direction from where I left my horse, Moose, but I’d come back to get him if he didn’t come down on his own.

He was too ornery to let anyone else take him.

Swearing followed me as the spell on the nets expired, the noblemen and guards woke up, and the archer who’d tried to rob me tore off in the opposite direction. At least that was what it sounded like. I had excellent hearing and wasn’t about to risk being caught by turning around to check.

“I’ve been robbed! Follow him!” The noble’s voice was high-pitched and whiny.

I almost felt bad for the archer, but if he was as woods-smart as he’d appeared, he should have no trouble getting away. If not, then maybe he’d learn not to rob people. I chuckled. I’d need to tell Alia and Wynne my joke when I next saw them.

I thought I was far enough away from the ambush, so I slowed down. Luckily, I hadn’t pushed back my hood as a large form crashed through the shrubs behind me.

I’d forgotten about the missing half-troll guard.

I wasn’t tiny; those elven ancestors gave me height, but this guard was a good two feet taller than I.

And from the massive arms, long tusks, and heavy brow, I’d say he was more than just half-troll.

“Stay still.” The guard’s face was brutish and he looked extremely confused. “What did you do?”

He chased me, but wasn’t certain what I’d done? I might need to give some of my pilfered coins back to the nobleman so he could hire a better class of guards.

“I was coming down the path when I heard yelling, and I am now returning home. It’s dangerous for a lady to be out.” I tried to hold myself regally, but the cloak and hood made it difficult.

“With the gunk on your face? Push back yer hood.” The half-troll held a short sword, but rather ineffectively. If I charged him, there was a better than average chance I could knock it out of his hand. Of course, that would put me within his reach. He might not be used to a sword, but his arm muscles indicated he knew how to squish things. Or people.

Or feisty human-elf hybrids with a tendency toward robbery.

“This gunk, as you called it, is the newest skin treatment from the capital. It uses the power of nature to bring forth our inner beauty.” I gave a haughty sniff as I took a step away from him.

He scratched his head. “You don’t look like a noble. And you have a bow?” His forehead crashed down over his eyes. “You’re hunting.”

His slow nod prompted another two steps back by me.

“I have been out communing with the natural world. Of course, I have a bow. Would you expect a noble lady to use a sword?” Three more steps back.

“I think you needs to come with me. Now.” His face scrunched up further. Luckily, he indicated his intended direction toward me early enough that I was able to dodge and run.

My mentor, Jeliac, had always said to never fight what could be outrun. And if I couldn’t outrun a lumbering half-troll, then my elven ancestors could rise from the beyond and smite me.

I glanced around as the guard crashed along after me. I wasn’t one to believe in the afterlife or spirits, but my other foster sister, Wynne, did, and some of it must have rubbed off. I sent whatever beings were out there a request for help.

Keeping my swearing under my breath, I smiled as a clearing opened up ahead of me. A familiar one. There was an open-ended cave system on the other side of the deep grass. I could run through and be safe and settled in my front room before the troll blundered his way out.

The sound of an approaching horse at a good pace wasn’t welcome.

The archer from before cut into the clearing and lifted an impressive sword. “Get behind me! I’ll protect you!” He threw back his hood. Even more attractive than I’d originally thought, with warm brown hair drifting past his collar, hazel eyes glinting in the late afternoon sun, and dimples even a serious frown couldn’t erase. But dropping his hood wasn’t a great idea if he didn’t want to be identified by the guard he was now threatening. However, I would take any distraction at this point. Even a heroic, handsome, but not bright, one.

“Thanks, but I’m fine.” I ducked around him and his horse, but only to scramble into the cave mouth. I hadn’t been there since I was a girl, and it was narrower than I recalled. To be truthful, I doubted the half-troll guard could have made it past the entrance.

I watched as the guard charged the archer. Then I ran into the cave. The sounds of fighting faded away as I made my way through the twisty tunnels. I had a few false turns, but eventually came out on a hill overlooking the town I called home, Dialitlyn. It wasn’t much, but it was a sight to see after the events of the last few minutes. Peering out of the cave, I made sure no one was nearby, then raced out of the cave and down the hill. The borrowed spell on my hood kept it from flying back, but Wynne had warned me it wouldn’t last long. Another bit of magic on my long list of spells to learn.

I didn’t feel safe until I’d unlocked my massively oversized front door, checked for attempts of break-ins, gone inside, relocked, and spelled the door. Then I listened carefully for sounds of pursuit.

The noble and his people weren’t from Dialitlyn, so there wasn’t much fear they’d know who I was. Not to mention, neither the half-troll nor the archer had seen more than my cloak and my gloved hands.

I quickly scrubbed the spell mud from my face; it was already starting to itch. Had my hood fallen off, I still would have been almost impossible to identify with the gloopy mess on my face.

Now, to see what was in this pouch that Vuelo was willing to pay three sovereigns for me to retrieve. That was a healthy amount of gold.

I carried the pouch over to my favorite chair, ignoring the two empty ones near it, and dumped the contents out on the small table next to my chair.

It had felt like coins, but thanks to the archer, I hadn’t had time to check. I wasn’t expecting the dozen small, cut, and polished gems that tumbled out. I let out a whistle. Without even knowing what these were, they were about a hundred times more valuable than three sovereigns. What was Vuelo’s game? She was a mostly honest leader of the criminal world, or at least the edges of it in Dialitlyn and the villages nearby. I did simple, low-level jobs for a few coins. Why would she have sent me after a major haul? Vuelo had said it was a pouch of rare coins. Did I grab the wrong thing? The pouch looked as Vuelo had described it, and there had been nothing else in the nobleman’s top pocket, which was where Vuelo promised they would be.

I grabbed a writing stick to turn the gems around without touching them. Not only were gems valuable for just being themselves, but they could also be used to hold dangerous spells. The less contact, the better.

These looked as if they might have the remains of extremely faint gold jewelry settings on them. Whoever took them had been careful about making certain they were clean. Another advantage of my eleven ancestors, exceptionally good eyesight. Luckily, for me, aside from my height and slenderness, I didn’t look elvish. My ears and light green eyes were rounded and human. Not that being an elf was a bad thing, but they weren’t common in this part of the kingdom. Not to mention, my exceptional aim with a bow, which brought in much-needed prize money from time to time, would be questioned if it were known I had elven blood.

I pushed the gems around some more, but they weren’t giving me any answers. I could possibly use my low-level magic to get a response, but I’d promised Jeliac I wouldn’t try to use magic in the house until I received more training. All my life, I’d wanted to be magical, like my two foster sisters. Then, suddenly, a year ago, magic smacked me upside the head.

And I’d almost blown the roof off my second favorite pub.

Luckily, Jeliac, Alia, and Wynne had all still been in town at the time and shut me down. Alia had sleight of hand magic, low-level but enough to recognize when my magic flared to life. Same with Wynne, although her magics were from the seas. Jeliac was a former royal wizard of a distant and unnamed kingdom. He was the most concerned. He taught me some low-level magics, but admonished me not to play with magic, then vanished eight months ago.

Alia left for Tuctown four months ago, and Wynne went back to the high seas two months ago. The house Wynne, Alia, and I shared felt cold and empty now. Even more so when I’d just escaped from being captured and had some extremely odd gems to deal with.

Grumbling to myself, I used the writing stick to push the gems back into their bag. I was supposed to bring the bag and its contents to Vuelo first thing in the morning. Normally, I didn’t have a problem handing over what I lifted off unscrupulous rich travelers. Jobs for Vuelo were usually clean and easy. And allowed me to keep living in this house. Plus, helping out the orphans in the Fae Workhouse with donations made me feel good. Anonymously, of course.

I washed my face again, the spell mud still felt as if it was lingering, changed my clothes, and had a nice stew simmering when a sharp knock rattled the front door.

It was full night now. Proper people wouldn’t be calling. Dialitlyn was a relatively safe town, but still, chances shouldn’t be taken. I grabbed one of my daggers and kept it behind the door as I cracked it open. Jeliac had been after us for years to get a spyhole installed. I now regretted that we had ignored him.

I had a magically powered torch outside my house, one Jeliac had installed to come on at dark, so I could see the face of the person facing me as I cracked open the door.

I almost slammed the door in his face. “What do you want, Xial?” Vuelo was mostly upstanding. Many of the people working for her were not. Xial was one whom I would count myself lucky if he died a sudden and horrific death.

The scar running down his face from eye to chin, and a second, fainter one across his throat, pointed out that I wasn’t the only one to feel that way.

Unfortunately, nothing had killed him yet.

He shoved his way into the room. I was fast, but he’d taken some sort of spell-drug as he not only shoved me back, but he shut and locked the door before I could get my dagger up. He also pulled out a nasty-looking short sword. “I’ll take the bag Vuelo sent you after. You can give it to me, or die, and I'll take it anyway.”

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Chapter One

 

 

I knew this wouldn’t be a good day when a goat stood bleating at me from the foot of my bed.

And it wasn’t my goat.

Rolling over and ignoring it seemed the best option until Lucie, the orange cat menace, ran across my bed, jumped to the headboard, tail in full puff mode, and hissed at the goat.

If I had access to my magic, I could have sent both of them out into the barn where they could sort out their issues and leave me in peace. Unfortunately, being a paroled jinn trapped on the backwater planet called Earth meant that wasn’t an option.

Of course, the humans of this planet were clueless about being a halfway house for paroled criminals. Nor did they know of the hundred worlds, loosely grouped as the Eltrisphere, hidden far beyond their solar system. Earth was only a joke to the advanced peoples of the Universe, and Earthlings weren’t in on the punchline.

“Lucie, what is that goat doing here?” I had a goat. Actually, I had a goat assigned to me. At this time in the morning, Tiberius was probably still passed out in the living room, drooling into the carpet, and not appearing at all goat-like.

Tiberius was also a jinn, a different line than mine, though. He didn’t have magic at all.

Tiberius was a former centurion and the one who’d brought me in for a crime I don’t think I’d been involved with. There were complications after my hundred-year stay in my bottle imprisonment for said crime, and I was given probation on Earth to prove I was now a functioning member of society. Tiberius was sent down with me to keep me on the straight and narrow. Or to spy on me. That possibility was still in my head.

Here on Earth, I looked just as I did normally, tall, slender, with long, black hair and green eyes. My skin was a dusky tan, so I said my people were from some place called India. Long ago.

In real life, Tiberius was about seven feet tall, broad-shouldered, blue, and had a massive wingspan. Those attributes only appeared now when he was asleep. Otherwise, he was a talking goat. Who fainted when he got startled.

He hated when Lucie or I pointed it out.

The goat at the end of my bed gave a soft bleat, folded its legs, and settled in for a staring contest.

“Seriously, Lucie. Take your friend outside.” A glance at the clock informed me I still had fifteen minutes before I had to get out of bed. I planned on keeping all of them.

The large orange cat hissed once more—which the goat ignored—but stayed on the bookcase, which doubled as my headboard. “That’s not my friend. None of them are. Get up and shove them out!” Lucie had been a companion of the jinn who’d sent me into lockup for crimes he’d pulled off. The creep had also been my late and unlamented ex-boyfriend. Lucie helped me resolve a few problems when I first came here, and as he wasn’t a normal Earth cat, he decided to stay with us.

I started to roll over when his words caught up with my attempt at dozing. “Wait, them?” That got me up. “There are more?”

“Yes.” Lucie flapped his tail. “At least seven more. There might be more outside. I came in here to get away from them.”

I was in my robe and slippers in a flash. Tiberius might look like a goat, but he wasn’t one. I didn’t need a flock of real goats eating my furniture.

The goat on my bed looked up as I ran out the bedroom door, but then snuggled back into the blankets.

I’d deal with it later.

The snores from the far corner told me Tiberius hadn’t noticed his admirers. But they had noticed him. Not a single piece of furniture had become goat food. Not even the crocheted throw blanket Martha made me, which covered the back of my sofa.

But seven smallish goats were watching Tiberius with complete adoration. Even though from the massive blue foot sticking up in the air, he wasn’t currently in goat form.

I quickly shut the front door in case there were more coming. How it got open would be a question for Lucie. He’d stayed out last night, doing whatever he did. I told him I could have a cat door built that would let him come and go as he pleased. But he insisted on using his lock-picking skills.  When he felt like it. Mostly, he scratched and meowed to make me open the door for him.

He hadn’t shut the door behind him, and whatever he’d been doing, it had involved a herd of goats.

“Okay, this isn’t good. Not today.” I ran my hand through my mass of unbound dark hair. It had a mind of its own, so I usually kept it in a ponytail of some sort, even in bed. I’d been so exhausted last night prepping for the grand opening of my tea and spice shop that I’d let it go free. “Tiberius, get up. Slowly.” The goats around him didn’t look violent, but who knew what would happen when he transformed.

No movement from the blue foot.

“Centurion Tiberius, get up now!” I deepened my voice and shouted loud enough to make the goat from my bedroom come out to investigate.

The massive blue foot dropped, there was some muttering, and then a large goat with impressive horns appeared wearing a blanket. He blinked at the smaller goats watching him, then at me, then back at them.

“Why are they staring at me? And why are they in our house? That’s not sanitary.”

I ignored the fact that he was a goat and spent most of his time inside. His glitching back into his real form when asleep meant sleeping in the barn or outside was off-limits once night fell. “I have no idea. Lucie came running in with them.”

“I did not! They followed me. I couldn’t shut the door in time.” Lucie came into the living room with his tail twitching furiously. He ignored the goats and jumped on the kitchen counter.

I’d tried to convince him the counter wasn’t a good place for a cat to be—he ignored me. But the way the goats turned to look at him made me think it might be okay this time. The one formerly in my room hadn’t reacted to Lucie much. But these other seven were looking at him like he was goat food on the paw.

I knew goats were fairly open about their eating preferences, but I didn’t think it extended to cats. Most likely, he’d annoyed them somehow. It was one of his skills.

Tiberius stalked through the goats to go to Lucie’s counter. “What. Did. You. Do?”

Lucie’s tail lashed so quickly that it looked like it was about to fly off. His eyes narrowed, and he gave a hiss-growl that I’d never heard. Even from the local cats.

“I did nothing. I was making my rounds, checking out the town, as I do. These followed me. Center of town, just a herd of goats out for a stroll in the middle of the night.”

One of the goats came alongside Tiberius and leaned into him. He gave an alarmingly goat-sounding bleat and scrambled away.

“They like you.” I pulled back the curtain across the front window. Yep, a few more goats were milling about in the yard. “Someone has to be missing them. Goats aren’t wild in Northern California.” I was pretty sure there were few areas in this part of the world where they were wild, but as I was restricted to twenty miles outside of the borders of Forgotten Hollow, I wasn’t planning on being here long enough to find out.

“They need to go outside.” Tiberius stomped to the door and waited for me to open it. Unlike Lucie, his hooves weren’t good for opening doors. I would have said cat paws weren’t much better, but I had a feeling Lucie had skills he wasn’t sharing with us. He and I were both magic users, but our nice silver jewelry—two thin bands on my wrists and a matching collar of an odd, flexible silver on Lucie’s neck meant we weren’t casting spells.

Tiberius didn’t have magic, but he got a collar as well. Supposedly, all of them blocked other magic users from using magic against us.

Magic users who shouldn’t be on this planet unless they were parolees as well. All of the parolees on this planet were kept far away from each other.  Like one per continent.

I was just reaching for the door handle, the goats had lined up behind Tiberius, when a sharp knock rattled my door.

I clutched my robe tighter and peered out the side window. At first, I thought it might be Jack Lanclin, my local cop friend. He’d been the first one to find me when Tiberius and I had been dumped here. He’d also helped out when some dead bodies showed up two months ago.

I hadn’t seen him much since then. Sadly.

To be fair, I’d been working on getting my teahouse, The Fainting Goat Tea and Spice, built and ready to open. But he could have stopped by just to visit. Honestly, it was almost as if he was avoiding me.

The man on my stoop wasn’t Jack. His hair was blond and his profile was kind.

Just from what I could see, he was what my friends Betsy, Jamie, and Martha would have called a hottie.

And I was here with a bathrobe, wild hair, and a herd of goats. Jinn ranged from the more exotic, like Tiberius with his massive size, wings, and blue skin, to more human-looking, like me. My darker skin and wide green eyes did make me a little exotic-looking, but I could easily pass for a human without a spell.

The man knocked again. I couldn’t take the time to change, nor could I hide the goats. With a sigh, I opened the door a few inches.

“Yes?”

“Hello, I’m Camfield. My goats appear to have wandered into your yard.” His accent was delightful. From my late-night TV binging, I recognized it as from somewhere in Britain. I would have known if someone like him had moved into town.

No matter how caught up I was in getting The Fainting Goat up and running.

One of the goats behind me bleated, and I opened the door further. “A few of them came inside as well.” I didn’t want this handsome, amazing-sounding man to think I was trying to steal his goats. “I have a goat with health issues. He comes inside sometimes, and I think they followed him. I woke up to find them here.”

Tiberius narrowed his eyes at me but then led the goats out past Camfield.

“That is an impressive buck. No wonder my girls followed him.” He laughed as Tiberius trotted toward the barn and all of Camfield’s goats trailed after him. “I’m new to farm life, but never heard of a goat living inside a house.”

“He has serious health issues, rare ones. It’s better to give him his medicine inside. And he faints.”

“Ah! I’ve heard of those. Are you interested in selling him? I could use a buck like him with my herd.”

I swore I heard Lucie muttering behind me, but it was low enough so Camfield didn’t respond. “I couldn’t. He was left to me by my favorite great-uncle when he passed. Part of the family.” Jinn couldn’t lie if they knew the truth; it would literally make us choke, but we were great at crafting tales. The line was extremely thin, but one I fought to hold.

My official story concerning Tiberius was although my great-uncle did leave him to me, he was also the only good thing I got in an ugly divorce. As long as I kept my stories straight, I should be okay from choking.

He nodded. “I understand. Fainting goat, you wouldn’t be Ceian, the owner of the new teahouse, The Fainting Goat?”

“I am. We even built him a pen alongside it. Namesake and all.” I shoved my mass of hair aside and tried my most winsome smile.

Camfield sighed and looked back toward the barn. “It’s been wonderful making your acquaintance. I apologize for any issues my goats caused you. But I should get them back to my yard.”

“Anytime.” I flustered. “I mean, they weren’t any trouble at all.” That time, I knew I heard Lucie muttering swear words. They weren’t in any human language, luckily.

Camfield flashed a stunning smile, gave a nod, and followed Tiberius and the goats to my barn.

I took a step to follow them, but Lucie dropped down and rubbed my legs. It wasn’t affection; he was pointing out my current attire.

I watched Camfield vanish into the barn with a sigh, then shut the door.

Sulking at my lack of a wonderful first impression, I went to the kitchen, started warming up the kettle, and brought some eggs out of the fridge.

Lucie resumed his spot on the counter. “You have a crush. I thought you liked the cop?”

I tried ignoring the cat, but I knew it was pointless.

“Detective Jack Lanclin, his name is Jack. And I don’t like him. He was interesting when we first arrived here and helpful in getting us through that mess. If I went to jail, you’d be on the streets. But he has other things to deal with besides me.” I crammed tea leaves into my loose-leaf strainer. Probably more than required, but I felt a need for a lot of caffeine this morning. Things weren’t off to a great start. “Camfield is just a nice man who isn’t blaming me for you leading off his goats.”

A knock at my door brought me stumbling to answer. Maybe Camfield had something else to mention. I tried fixing my hair, but it was still a massive pile. Nonetheless, I put on my best smile as I opened the door.

To find three little old ladies staring past my barn. Betsy had her hand up to knock again, and I coughed before she could finish the movement and hit me in the chest.

“Oh! Sorry, Ceian. Just got distracted. That Camfield is quite the looker. He’s already calling on you?” She grinned as I stepped back to invite the three in.

They were my only friends in Forgotten Hollow. People were nice, but they seemed to avoid getting too close to me because of the dead bodies that had been found around me when I first arrived.

Not to mention, I’d been told they could take years to warm up to a newcomer. I was hoping that my parole down here wouldn’t last that long.

Martha and Jamie followed Betsy in, and all three stopped to say hello to Lucie and give him the required pettings. He purred, rubbed against their hands, and then darted out the door before I could shut it.

“Stay out of trouble.” I kept my voice light, but he needed to be more aware of what was around him.

“What brings you over this morning?” Without asking, I poured everyone tea and added some cookies. The ladies often dropped by, but rarely this early.

“There’s been a murder!” Betsy’s bright blue eyes were round as she beat the other two to the punch.

#IWSG-- What scares you?

 Welcome to the Insecure Writer’s Support Group blog hop! .

Once a month writers gather online to share, cheer, and lament this writing world we’re in. It's the most amazing and terrifying place to be!

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There's often a question (optional) with this adventure and the one this month was interesting.

 

What's your favorite classic ghostly tale?

 

Ummm, unless they're funny ghosts, I don't have one.

I'm not a big scary, ghost person. Fast and funny is more me.

But, this did make me think about what story scared me. Waaaaay back in the dark ages, teachers liked to make kids read scary, dark, or depressing stories (That was my view).

 I still recall one that I read an insanely long time ago. No idea about the title, and it was a flash fiction--as in two pages maybe?

 It was a woman talking about being home alone and that her husband always called her paranoid. She's making comments as she goes through the house checking things.

 Then she came to an outer door that she'd locked that was now wide op--. 

 Yup. It ended right there.

 It freaked me out! Obviously made an impact since over 40 years later it still sticks in my mind.

 As a writer, I admire that power. Such a simple story with a simple gotcha. I would love to have that ability--in my own fashion. I may blow things up in my books sometimes (okay, a lot) but the closeness of that story, the impact of the ultimate cliffhanger ending....dang.

 It was very impressive.

 So, since I've diverged, what's a scary story that made an impact on you?

Happy IWSG day!

Bonus points if you know the short story I mentioned!