Child of a Dead God

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Wynn bent over and stumbled in the wind, too numb to even call out. She still hoped to find Leesil and Chap, or happen upon Sgaile and Osha. But as night dragged on, hope faded with the heat in her body. Odd fleeting notions kept popping into her head.

How long until dawn? Could she keep moving until then? Would the storm break and let in a little sun? What would Sgaile say if he were here?

He would give her another lecture about her foolishness. No doubt followed by the threat of more stringent methods in his guardianship.

Wynn wished he were here to do just that.

She lost track of the rise and fall, the twists and turns of her path. Then the blizzard's white blur before her turned black in the crystal's light-as though a large, looming shadow had suddenly appeared.

Wynn did not even flinch.

She raised her head and blinked frost-laced eyelashes. A rock face blocked her way-another dead end. Before she dropped her head, weakly resolute to turn about, she spotted a blacker space along the wall's surface.

She forced her legs to move. As she neared the black space, it became a hollow in the ridge wall. Peering around its edge, she looked up a steep chute where the ridge wall had cracked through. Its rock-strewn bottom was clear of most snow, for heavy wind could not drive the snowfall inside the narrow space.

Perhaps she had been wrong about Chap going back. What if he and Leesil had found this passage as well? And if not, at least she might hide from the wind.

Wynn stepped in and took some mild relief as the wind cut off. Loose stones turned under her numb feet, and she slapped a hand against the chute wall to catch herself.

She wanted to slump down-just for a while, to get out of the wind- as she could not stop shivering. Maybe sleep a little before going on. A small voice whispered in the back of her mind.

"If you stop, you will freeze to death."

Oh, yes, that was such a good sign-now she was talking to herself in her own head.

Wynn took another step upward, pawing along the chute's left wall. She had to keep her blood circulating, but that thought just brought despair. She needed to rest-not sleep, just a rest-but she forced herself a little farther.

A rock shard shifted beneath her foot, and her ankle rolled.

She barely winced, for the pain was dulled by cold. But as she fell, her gloved hand struck the chute's floor and broken rocks ground through her glove against her palm. She lifted her head, looking up the chute with tears freezing on her face. The top opening lay just above, and she started crawling. But when she looked out the chute's top, only more ice and a snow-coated landscape awaited.

Nothing else-no one else.

Wynn rolled away, curling up on her haunches against the chute's wall. Better to just close her eyes and hide from this world.

A tinge of nausea rose in her stomach. The two small bites of dried fish she'd had for dinner threatened to rise.

Wynn squirmed in resentment-even her own body could not leave her in peace!

Nausea sharpened as the sound of a leaf-wing buzzed in her head.

Wynn?

Chap struggled through trackless snow with no scent to follow.

At first he simply retraced the path he and Leesil had taken. If Wynn had tried to follow them, perhaps she was within reach. But he second-guessed himself as small gullies broke off in ever dividing directions-all leading up.

Wynn was unique among Chap's chosen companions. Only she heard his words and felt the part of him that was Fay. But not in the way of Sgaile's blind worship or Osha's perplexed elven awe for all majay-hi. Wynn did not treat him like some otherworldly being.

And Chap cherished her for this.

He halted beneath an outcrop and closed his eyes. Even slightly shielded from the wind, he could not stop shaking. He and Leesil had taken a left fork into a boxed gully, where they had found Magiere, but Chap had seen no other tracks. The blizzard had erased them.

When Wynn was close, all Chap need do was think to her through his own spirit, as he would when he "communed" with his kin. Or at least that was how Wynn described it. But without knowing where she was, or how far, could he call to her? Could he do so from a distance without drawing the attention of the Fay?

His kin were of all elements, and not just Spirit, the one that collected strongest in living things. Fay were of Water and Earth, Air and Fire, as well, and as they wished, so there was no place in this world they could not come to at will.

If they felt him try to call to Wynn from a distance, they might find her before he could.

And they had tried to kill her in the elven forest.

Chap could not take such a risk. He veered from the outcrop, continuing up until he passed through a saddle between two rock spires. It looked too much like the path into the boxed gully, and doubt pressed him down.

Wynn had been near exhaustion when they made camp. How could she have come this far, if she had come this way at all?

He circled back, loping across the rocky saddle, and turned up another cut in the mountain. He barely finished three strides before he slowed to another halt.

Even if Wynn heard him call, as in communion with his kin, she could not answer him back the same way. But he had to try something other than wandering in the night blizzard.

Chap ground his numbed paws, digging down through the snow until his claws scraped frozen ground. He rooted in this for Earth and snow for Water. Hard wind in his face brought Air, and lingering body heat gave him Fire. With the Spirit in his own living flesh, he bound himself to these elements of existence and sank into what Wynn had once called his "communion."

But not with his kin-he focused only upon his memories of her as he called out through his spirit.

Wynn?

No response came.

Wynn… call out to me.

Chap heard nothing but the wind tearing at the mountainside.

Please, if you hear me… feel me… even a twinge in your stomach…

He stood poised and listening until panic made him rush blindly upslope.

Wynn… answer me!

"Chap?… Here… I am here!"

He froze with ears pricked at the weak shout, faint in the storm's noise.

Again! Do not stop until you see me!

"Here… in the chute."

Chap spun about, cutting along a slant below an overhang.

Her voice could only reach him by traveling upon the harsh wind. So he turned into its currents racing between the crags. Pattering snow stung his eyes and filled his ears, but he pushed on-and then stopped short, staring into a dead-end gully of sheer walls.

"Chap… in the chute… look for a crack!"

He paced along one high wall where the snow was shallower. In the dark path, he did not notice it until a break appeared suddenly beside him. A rocky-floored chute blocked out the wind-driven snow. Chap scrambled up over loose stones. His heart beat faster when he caught a familiar whiff.

I am coming!

And he saw Wynn curled against the chute's wall near the top.

Snowfall had dusted the back of her cloak with white. Chap struggled upward as she reached out for him.

You must try to move. Put your hands under my blanket and against my fur.

Chap shoved his head into Wynn's cloak. He pressed against her to lend her what little body heat he could. Wynn sagged atop his shoulders, her face buried in his neck, and her weight grew as if she sank in exhaustion.

He had to keep her awake and so began babbling mindlessly.

We found Magiere… she is safe… the others are with her at camp. You and I must live until morning and find them again… everything will be as it was. Wynn?

She did not move.

Put your hands into my fur-now!

Chap tugged her coat's ties with his teeth and burrowed through its open front. All the while, he prattled into her head, trying to bring her fully awake.

Wynn's fingers clutched weakly at his fur.

"You… stink," she mumbled through chattering teeth. "Need… a bath."

Chap took a deep breath. You are no spring flower right now.

The quick moment of relief passed, and Chap lifted his head and looked warily about-at stone for Earth, snow for Water, and the wind of Air. He and she would always be surrounded by the elements.

Chap hoped that only Wynn had heard him.

Hkuan'duv had left Danvarfij to stand watch at camp and now crouched with A'harhk'nis and Kurhkage behind ice-encrusted rocks. Wind and snow churned in a full blizzard. Across the slanted slope, he watched the canvas-covered depression as Sgailsheilleache and Osha returned and slipped from sight.

"What did you see earlier?" Hkuan'duv asked.

A'harhk'nis never took his eyes off the shelter. "The human, Magiere, came running out and headed up the mountain. Not long after, the others followed, but they hesitated and then broke into two groups. I do not believe they knew where she went. Later, the half-blood and the majay-hi brought her back, and I returned to report to you."

"Where is the small one?" Kurhkage asked.

A'harhk'nis shook his head. "She had not returned when I left."

Loud barking carried from the shelter. The silver-gray majay-hi boiled out through the canvas, heading upward through the crags. Hkuan'duv frowned, rising slightly to watch.

"What has happened that they continually risk this terrain in a night storm?"

Neither of his companions ventured a comment.

Hkuan'duv waited, but no one else exited the shelter.

"Should we follow the majay-hi?" Kurhkage asked.

Hkuan'duv was uncertain, and the dog was already out of sight.

"Stay back, and downwind," he ordered. "We cannot allow the majay-hi to scent us."

They slipped silently over rocks and snow as A'harhk'nis led the way.

Fortunately the majay-hi could not move at full speed in the drifts. A'harhk'nis occasionally signaled them to slow or change course. They stayed well behind the majay-hi, no closer than needed to keep its shadowy form within sight through the blizzard.

Snow fell so thick that A'harhk'nis stopped more than once in tracking through the mountainside's twisting paths. As they passed through a saddle, Hkuan'duv heard someone cry out.

"Chap… here… I am here!"

A'harhk'nis signaled them into hiding as the majay-hi wheeled and headed back their way. All three of them sank into the snow at an outcrop's base and spread out their white makeshift cloaks. They became no more than snow-blanketed boulders.

The majay-hi ran straight past them into a high-walled gully.

All three rose and crept onward as Hkuan'duv took the lead.

Had that fatigued cry come from the young human? Why had the majay-hi gone alone to search for her?

Hkuan'duv realized he was higher than he had thought, perhaps close to the top peaks. Could this little female have found Magiere's destination? And if so, why had she gone out alone?

Too many questions with no answers, and then he saw the majay-hi veer in against the gully wall-through the gully wall.

Hkuan'duv dropped and inched forward on his belly. Pulling his white hood low, he peered into the break.

A chute ran upward through the stone, and near its top someone hunkered against the left side. He made out the shape of the small woman, and her cloak bulged as if something shifted beneath it, halfway into her lap. She mumbled too low for him to hear, and then the majay-hi's head popped out of her cloak.

Hkuan'duv ducked back along the snow and rolled up to lean against the gully's rough wall. A majay-hi risked itself for a human, but no such guardian of his people had ever shown affinity for an interloping weakblood.

Sgailsheilleache kept strange and deviant company, and Hkuan'duv wondered if his caste brother was wholly self-possessed. Or had Sgailsheilleache fallen under some undetected influence? Hkuan'duv glanced at Kurhkage and A'harhk'nis, crouched and waiting.

If anyone had located Magiere's final destination, Hkuan'duv needed to know. The most expedient option was to take this little woman and question her. Lost as she was, her companions would never know what had become of her. But the majay-hi was a more difficult concern.

No one ever interfered with its kind's comings and goings.

Hkuan'duv signaled Kurhkage to follow, leaving A'harhk'nis to guard the chute's entrance. He rose and turned into the stony passage, but he had barely taken three silent steps when the majay-hi's head reared again.

Its crystal blue eyes glinted in the dark space, and a low growl rolled down the stone chute.

Hkuan'duv froze, but the majay-hi tilted its head upward, and he followed its gaze.

A flicker, darker than the night sky, dropped down between the chute's high walls.

Somewhere out the chute's bottom, Chap heard the hiss of fallen snow driven by the wind. Then it stopped, too suddenly. Chap raised his head from Wynn's coat.

Above him, a bird's caw trailed out like a scream.

Chap lifted his eyes skyward in surprise. No bird could survive up here.

A black shadow dropped out of the night, darker than sky or stone. It passed high through the chute's stone walls.

Chap felt a heat spread within him… on an urge to hunt. His heart pounded as his awareness filled with the presence of an undead. But as he traced the shadow's passing, it took the shape of a large bird-perhaps a raven.

Wynn, get up!

She stirred, lifting her head to look about.

Another flicker dashed between the chute's high walls in the shadow bird's wake.

This one was not black. Muted in the blizzard, it was as white as the snow, and leaped between the chute's sheer walls.

Chap's hunting heat turned suddenly cold. He shook free of Wynn's grasp, lunging out with his head high. He tried to spot that fleeting patch of white, and then he saw two tall figures at the chute's bottom.

Their cloaks were covered by white cloth, but the corners were tied around their waists-across the gray-green tunics of the Anmaglahk.

Hkuan'duv thought he saw a raven's black silhouette. Its wings were so wide that one tip brushed the high stone wall. As it descended through the chute, he glimpsed the wall beyond it.

No, he saw through it-as if the mere shadow of the large bird had lifted from the stone and moved in the air. It dove straight for his face.

Hkuan'duv ducked at the last instant. As he turned, he never got out a word of warning.

The shadow shot straight through Kurhkage's upper chest.

Kurhkage's one wide eye did not blink as the black form flashed out of his back and arced up to vanish in the dark. His gaping mouth quivered as he stopped breathing and collapsed against the chute's side.

Hkuan'duv snatched Kurhkage's cloak front and lunged for the chute's lower opening.

What was this shadow of a raven?

Kurhkage's cloak tore in Hkuan'duv's grip.

His arm snapped straight behind him, jarring his shoulder. Loose stones made his foot slide, and he quickly shifted his balance. He glanced back to see what had snagged his companion, expecting a crack or the edge of a rock.

Hkuan'duv stared into a woman's face, nearly as pallid as snow.

Not the one he tracked, the one called Magiere. All his senses sharpened in alarm.

Colorless crystalline irises stared at him from within eyes shaped like slanted teardrops-and they closed to menacing slits. Her oval face narrowed smoothly to the chin, like a hint of elven heritage. But those eyes were far too small below thin-swept black eyebrows that were not those of his people, not even those of a half-blood. She was human, but not of any race that Hkuan'duv had ever seen.

Wild obsidian hair dangled around her head and throat, hanging nearly to the chute floor, for she crouched sideways upon the sheer wall, anchored by one hand as if her nails could carve into the stone. Her narrow-limbed body was completely naked, yet she did not shiver in the freezing air. Her other delicate hand was wrapped tightly over Kurhkage's face, pinning his head to the chute's wall.

Hkuan'duv released Kurhkage and grabbed for a stiletto on his wrist. But his hand never reached the hilt.

The woman's face wrinkled in a silent snarl as she spun down from the wall, and her small hand lashed out into his chest. His feet lifted from the chute's floor as he hurtled back through the air.

Snowy ground and black sky spun before his eyes. Both stopped suddenly as he slammed down amid a spray of fallen snow. He penetrated through to frozen earth, and his shoulder and arm crushed against his side. He lay at the gully's far side, a good distance from the chute's opening.

Hkuan'duv's chest ached as he rolled over, gasping.

The woman stepped into the open, her narrow feet sinking through the snow.

Wind whipped her long hair about in writhing black tendrils, exposing her throat. Hkuan'duv caught the metallic glint, thick and golden, of something hooked about her neck, and then his gaze caught on something else.

Her left forearm and hand were coated with dark red. She clutched a bloodied mass that dripped a spattered trail behind her.

A'harhk'nis circled out with both oversized curved blades in hand.

He was not tall for an'Croan, but this feminine apparition would barely reach his collarbone. She crouched so deep and quickly that A'harhk'nis stalled in his first attack.

Desperate to help, Hkuan'duv struggled to all fours. His left arm gave way and he crumpled.

The white woman shot up from the snow directly before A'harhk'nis.

A'harhk'nis had barely reversed his blade's swing when her free hand shot straight for his throat. His feet left the snow at that impact, and the white woman rose with him, falling upon him as he toppled.

Hkuan'duv saw her tiny mouth widen around fangs and jagged teeth. He tried to rise again as she drove her face into A'harhk'nis's throat.

Fresh powder splashed around them. Hkuan'duv took only one step before the wind cleared the air. A head of whipping black hair snapped up amid settling snowy mist-and a wet tearing sound filled the gully.

Blood spattered from her mouth as she threw back her head.

With a crack of bone, her narrow arm whipped out, tossing a bulk too large for the red mass she had held. Cold sank through Hkuan'duv as he watched the object hit the gully wall.

It bounced with a mute thud. A shredded hood came loose from it, exposing locks of blond hair. Hkuan'duv watched A'harhk'nis's head fall.

Runnels of blood flowed from the ragged neck stump to mar the snow.

The white woman still straddled A'harhk'nis's torso. Blood ran from her jaws down across her small breasts. She ignored Hkuan'duv, simply staring at the red mass in her other hand. Thin steam rose from it in the cold air.

Somewhere in the dark space of the chute lay Kurhkage's body. Hkuan'duv steeled himself as the small woman stood and cast aside Kurhkage's heart.

What was this creature who felt no cold and slaughtered two of his own with so little effort? He tensed when she turned icy eyes on him-and a snarl sounded on the wind.

But not from her. She whirled the other way.

The majay-hi burst from the chute's opening.

Hkuan'duv caught movement above, and a shadow dropped through the blizzard.

He threw himself over a mound of snow, and his injured shoulder grazed a boulder beneath the white covering. The shadow raven passed through the mound a hand's length behind him, and he heard the majay-hi's snarling snaps.

He did not wish to abandon the dog, but two of his companions had been slaughtered before either could strike once. He could not throw his life away. He had to live to fulfill his purpose and serve his people.

He had to run.

Wynn's sight had barely cleared when Chap bounded down the chute. She braced against the cold wall and struggled up. By the time she hobbled down the loose stones, Chap had leaped out into the gully, but Wynn stalled at the chute's bottom.

Something lay slumped against the wall.

She heard Chap's snarls, but she hung there in the dark, staring at the body.

The tall elf's one eye was locked open in perpetual shock, and his mouth gaped. There was only a mass of old scars where the other eye should have been. The front of his cloak was so stained, at first it was hard to see the hole surrounded with severed shards of his ribs amid his tunic's shredded remains. He was covered in his own blood.

Wynn could not even cry out.

Run! I will find you.

Chap's words echoed in her head. She lifted her gaze from the corpse and saw his forepaws strike a white figure from behind.

Chap's adversary seemed like a white-cloaked companion of the corpse lying near Wynn. But then she saw that this person was much smaller.

The pale figure barely flinched as Chap collided with its back and pushed off, landing aside. The black-haired figure whirled, and a choked squeak escaped Wynn's throat.

Naked and frail, the woman was no taller than Wynn, but her pallid face and torso were covered in blood. Chap darted at the woman, and her tiny mouth mirrored his snarl.

The woman had teeth as canine as Magiere's whenever she sank too far into her dhampir nature. But this woman's strange narrow-slitted eyes were colorless.

How could an undead exist here in these desolate peaks with no life to sustain it?

Wynn spotted another body at the woman's feet. She barely made out the gray-green breeches and tunic, obscured in snow and more blood. And its head was gone.

Chap danced around the white woman, as if simply trying to keep her attention. She lunged at him again and again. Her narrow fingers were so quick that twice Wynn thought the woman had caught him.

Wynn could not leave Chap like this, but she could think of no way to help him.

The woman flashed forward, clawing at the dog. When he spun away behind her swing, she lashed in reverse and caught him with the back of her hand.

Chap's silver-gray body shot across the gully with a yelp that ended when he slammed against the gully wall.

He slid down, his body pressing a hollow in the snow. He lay there coated in white powder and did not move.

Wynn opened her mouth to call to him.

Something flashed in front of her-and she stared directly into crystalline irises.

The white woman was so close that Wynn's quick breaths shot vapor across her red-stained features. A narrow, blood-smeared hand latched around Wynn's throat, slamming her shoulders against the chute's wall.

Wynn sucked a breath and screamed, "No, do not!"

The tight grip vanished.

Wynn slumped down the wall, her feet slipping on loose stones as she cowered.

The white woman stood backed against the chute's far wall, seeming to cower like Wynn, but not in fear.

Instead, she stared back at Wynn in pain and fury, with bloodied hands clamped over the sides of her head.

Chap drifted back to consciousness. His first breath made him whimper at the sharp twinge in his ribs.

This undead was like none he had hunted; she left him cold and terrorized inside. Her deceptively fragile form moved so quickly and with such power. Yet she had not fed on her prey-only slaughtered them, as if incensed that they dared cross her path.

Chap struggled to rise, and the pain sharpened in his chest. Then he heard Wynn scream.

"No, do not!"

He lunged for the chute's opening and movement brought agony. When he rounded into the darker space, he pulled up short.

Wynn cowered alone at the chute's left wall. And to the right stood the white woman, clutching her head.

No-covering her ears.

Chap's instinct urged him to attack before this thing came back to its wits. But even uninjured, he had barely kept out of her reach and then failed. She had killed two anmaglahk, and yet now she was backing away from Wynn.

Why?

The woman slowly dragged one hand down her cheek, fingertips smearing bloody lines below one oddly shaped eye. Her narrow fingertips came to rest on her small stained mouth.

Wynn tried to shift closer to Chap.

The white undead stepped forward so quickly she seemed to blur. He snarled at her as he shouted into Wynn's thoughts.

Do not move!

Wynn froze, but she began shaking uncontrollably. The white woman held her place as her fingertips traced her own lips.

She did not even look at Chap but watched only Wynn's face. Chap's eyes flicked between the two of them.

Not Wynn's face-but her mouth.

Had Wynn's cry somehow hurt this thing? Or was there something else… the words Wynn spoke?

The white woman kept fingering her mouth as she stared at Wynn's. The sound of the sage speaking had somehow stopped this undead.

Speak, he told Wynn, but she glanced toward him in confusion. Talk… it distracts her.

Wynn's voice shook as she spoke. "We… are lost. We only want to find our way back."

The woman flinched at every phrase. Her features wrinkled once, and then her expression shifted to startled fascination.

Chap lifted one paw to step closer to Wynn.

The white woman lunged before his paw settled. She slammed Wynn against the chute wall with a bloodied hand.

Chap went rigid. If he attacked now, Wynn would die. Then he heard another moaning caw from overhead.

Two shadow birds drifted high in the air above the chute-above this undead-hovering on their translucent wings. The woman's thin black brows furrowed as she cocked her head like a crow. She studied him with sharpening suspicion in her delicate features-or was it recognition?

Chap tried to think amid the fear. He needed some way to hold the woman's attention long enough to get Wynn free.

The woman whirled, gripped Wynn's coat, and leaped up the chute as if the sage weighed nothing.

Chap lunged upward over the shifting stones.

Wynn!

When he reached the chute's top, a harsh wind struck his face. Both Wynn and the white woman were gone.