Amaet Gets Around.
Chapter 6 – Marta’s Shadow
“One must always plan, but one must also understand that, chances are, your plan will fail. It is the act of learning why your plan failed that will show you the way to your true desire.” – Black Kath’s Tally Book
Where is she?
Dena had Kel patrolling in the form of a seagull, but so far he had nothing to report. She’d had him follow the Blue Moon for a while but, thanks to Marta’s sodding goshawk, he had been forced to keep his distance, and had finally lost sight of the ship. Considering the direction they traveled, it seemed that Marta and company had booked passage to the Five Isles, which seemed a bit far-fetched on the face of it. But then, Dena well knew that a witch on the trail of a Law would follow wherever that trail led. If the Fifth Law was indeed somewhere on the Five Isles, Dena knew she would risk even that. Yet she felt nothing, no pull or even the shadow of one. To the best of her understanding, the Fifth Law was not to be found in Boranac’s domain.
So why would Marta risk going there? It made no sense!
Finally the seagull that once was a thief named Kell glided down to land on a nearby rock.
“Well?” Dena asked.
“Nothing,” he said, and the words came out like little shrieks. “No sign of Marta or the Blue Moon…no ships at all, in fact, inside of a day’s sail from here.”
Dena scowled. “Rest. Tomorrow you’re going to fly to the Five Isles.”
“Because no one sails so close to Boranac’s domain if they don’t plan to visit it. I do not know why Marta would choose to go there, but I need to know for certain where she is before I decide what to do.”
“Fine, but even as a gull it will take a day or more, and I’ll have to stop and rest on the water. Likely a shark will come along and eat me,” he grumbled.
“Then the shark will owe me your debt. Too bad for the shark.”
Dena left him there on the beach. First because he could find for himself tonight, and second because she wouldn’t have to listen to him complain. The sun was close to setting, and she made her way off the beach and up into the town, where he room at the inn was waiting for her.
Later that night Dena dreamed of someone she had not thought of in some time. He came into her dream and brought her pain with him, in the shape of a sixteen year old boy with black eyes and the fiercest smile she had ever seen. Perhaps it was no more than nostalgia, but she let him kiss her, and she kissed him back willingly enough, but after a few moments she pushed him away.
“This isn’t real, and I won’t trick myself into thinking otherwise. Even if I want to.”
“Dena, girl, I don’t understand,” he said. He looked hurt. She remembered that look.
“If you were real, you would,” she said. “Just as I do.”
In that instant, a new voice filled Dena’s mind, and it was not her own.
Is that discipline, I wonder? I think rather it is more the result of a bad disposition. Have you been eating sour apples, Dena?
Dena blinked. “Amaet? Where are you?”
Here and there. But if you want to see me…. Continue reading