Night's End

Chapter 12

We moved into the storm, leaving behind enough of our men to guard the house should anybody decide to try to invade. My bets were that Myst was still focused over in Snoqualmie and turning her sights on Seattle, but she’d given her minions a free hand in branching out. I also had the feeling she’d ordered them to leave me alone. In other words, leave me for her. She wanted her revenge as much as I wanted mine.

The streets were so clogged with snow there would be no other way of getting there except on foot. As we turned the corner, about twenty yards down Second Street we saw flames. The school was still several blocks off, so we knew it wasn’t that, but a house had caught fire, probably from someone trying to stave off the cold, and it was blazing brightly. The fire department was nowhere in sight. Maybe they were trying to plow through the streets to get here. The snow was piling up so fast and thick, that even the fire engines would have trouble navigating New Forest. We were here, though, and so I sent over one of my men to see if there was anybody still trapped inside.

He returned. “No, they are all safe, at least from the fire. But Your Majesty, if we continue on and leave them here, while waiting for the emergency response . . .”

I saw where he was going. “The Shadow Hunters may attack them. Or the snow weavers. Or worse. I see your point. How many are there?”

“Five—a father, the mother, and three children. Two cats and a dog.”

I thought quickly. We didn’t dare take them along with us. “Take three men and get them back to the house. Then catch up with us as best as you can. But be wary. We have no clue what other monsters Myst has managed to dredge up while she’s been recharging. For all we know, she might have discovered an abominable snowman or two.”

He gave me a curious look, clearly not understanding what I was talking about.

“Yeti? Bigfoot’s cousin? A form of Sasquatch?”

“Oh! The Old Man. Yes, we know what they are, and they are highly dangerous and unpredictable. We will be cautious, Your Majesty.” He gave me a quick but decisive bow and then chose three other men and headed over to the family. Satisfied they’d have at least a decent chance at safety, I motioned to the others, and we moved on again.

As we moved farther into the town, the extent of Myst’s snow weavers was obvious—houses were covered in thin sheets of icy webbing, and I could only pray that those within were able to withstand the siren song of the snow spiders. Here and there I caught a glimpse of one, sparkling in the night. They were fierce and terrible, milky white with golden sparkling stripes that ran their length. Orb weavers, but with a deadly venom and an even deadlier ability to lure their prey into their webs.

As I eyed the houses covered in webbing, my first thought was to rush in, to rescue whoever might be trapped within. But then reason dawned. We couldn’t stop the snow weavers, not until we stopped Myst. We had to focus on our task at hand and not get sidetracked.

The going was rough—the snow was deep and even for those of us used to the snow and ice, the storm raged like a crazed animal. Hunter was skimming the surface—my grandfather seemed able to skate across the snow like a water skipper on a pond. But Luna, Peyton, and Kaylin were not faring as well, and my men were helping them along. Rhiannon, Chatter, and the Summer Guards fared somewhat better but they, too, were bogged down by the heavy snows. Finally, in frustration, Rhia moved to the front of the pack with Chatter, and the pair joined hands, motioning for the rest of us to stand down.

We sidled back as the sparks sizzled and popped around them, and then—in one long streak—they sent out a burst of flame through the snow in front of us. It traveled a good twenty yards before sputtering out, melting away some of the ice and snow.

Rhia shook her head. “Takes more energy than it does good. Might as well just slog through.”

And that’s just what we did. We drove our path through the clogged roads, pushing against the winds, which were gusting heavily now and whirling the snow into a blinding fury around us. By now, we could see no more than an arm’s length away from our bodies and were doing our best to continue in a straight line so we wouldn’t get off track.

“How are we going to know when we get there? We can barely see the side of the road, let alone anything beyond it.” I had to shout to be heard over the wind.

Check, who was leading us, moved closer and leaned in. “Can Ulean go ahead and lead us, Your Majesty?”

Ulean, did you hear him? Can you lead us to the school?

That I can—it is easier for me to navigate than you. Hold for a moment and let me scout out where you’re at.

We paused, huddling as the storm raged. I thought I could hear howling in the slipstream, and for once prayed I was wrong. Because if I was hearing a howl, it was one of the Shadow Hunters—and that meant they were on the rampage. Shivering, I leaned toward Grieve and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. We waited, counting the seconds, counting the minutes. I was beginning to worry, but then Ulean was there, sweeping around me in a succession of quick gusts.

We are near the school. You will want to verge to your right—about twenty-five degrees—and you will be on-target for the front doors. They are about one thousand feet ahead—you will be going through the front lawn. There are Shadow Hunters in there, and they have spiders with them, and goblin dogs.

Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What about the children and Ysandra? Are they okay?

They are barricaded in a room—the first hall to the left, first door to the right. There are large windows, and right now, Ysandra and her Consortium allies are managing to hold a force field against those attempting to break through, but they won’t be able to for much longer. They are strong, but the Shadow Hunters are stronger.

Fuck. We need to get there now. How many do you estimate?

Shadow Hunters? I cannot tell you. But they have at least a dozen, if not more, of the snow weavers with them. Remember: They can mesmerize you, Cicely. They can lure you in, even now.

I remembered all too well. We’d encountered them several times out in the woods, weaving their massive webs, hiding, waiting for victims. They were beautiful and terrifying, and they could hypnotize their prey, as well as poison them. Deadly and quick, the snow weavers were creatures of nightmares.

If we head straight, we’ll run right into the school?

Yes, you’re directly on track now.

Then, damn the torpedoes and full speed ahead.

“Let’s move. Check, head directly to that direction.” I pointed. “We’ll be facing a bundle of Shadow Hunters and snow weavers, and I think some goblin dogs—so be alert. They’ll be as blind as we are, though, at least before we get into the school. Ysandra and her crew can’t hold out for much longer.” I pulled out my dagger. Even though I wouldn’t be on the front lines, I wasn’t about to go in unprepared.

Luna tapped me on the arm. “Before we go . . .”

“Yes?”

“Let me . . .” She stepped back and closed her eyes. Within seconds, a shadow began to descend on our group, and a mist settled into her body. She looked up, slowly, a cunning in her eyes that was abnormal for her. As her eyes met mine, she let loose with a hearty laugh, and the next thing I knew, we were surrounded by shadows.

“We have backup,” she said.

I stared at the army of the dead that filtered in and around us. Shades in muted tones of shadow and light darted between the snowflakes, barely there, and yet their silent hush carried the weight of a hundred soldiers at our command. They were a darksome force, fierce and feral, and the look on Luna’s face scared the hell out of me. The gentle Luna had faded, and the wild-eyed Dorthea had taken her place. Full and robust, the spirit had taken over and now I could feel her unspoken orders filtering through the ghosts who joined our company. They would move at her slightest word. I could feel their loyalty, and it scared the hell out of me. What if Dorthea took it into her mind to sic them on us, instead?

But as I stared at Luna, at the spirit inhabiting her body, Dorthea cocked her head. “Why would I want your position, girl? I have all the power I want right where I am. What’s more—Luna has given her oath to you. And I must abide by that.”

Then I realized—regardless of the fact that two spirits now inhabited one body—our friendship, which I’d probably forever destroyed, would carry Luna through on my side, and anybody hitching a piggyback ride on her.

Olrick and a band of the strongest took the forefront. Check, Fearless, Hunter, Grieve, and I came after. Behind us, Kaylin, Luna, Chatter, Rhiannon, Peyton, and Rhiannon’s guards hedged us in. The force of the dead swelled behind them. And at our backs, holding the rearguard, marched the rest of our warriors.

The wild tangle of energies charged the air. Summer and Winter, the spirits of the dead, the forces of our friends—all combined to create a whirlwind of static as we forged onward toward the school.

We counted down, with Ulean guiding us through me. And then she told us we were on the grounds, and there was an insurgence of movement as snow weavers appeared on the front lines, backed up by the ghostly figures of Shadow Hunters caught in glimpses through the strengthening blizzard.

The snow and mist were so thick that we could only fight whoever was directly in front of us, and our warriors spread out, a core group surrounding Rhiannon and myself. Once again, I found myself chafing against the restrictions, but I also knew that for us to take down Myst, I had to stay alive. So I let myself be protected; I reined in my frustration and thought of the bigger picture. The fighting was a blur of snow and blood around me, and I longed to be doing something productive—something helpful.

Rhia tapped my shoulder, and I leaned close. “I know—I know what you’re feeling, but this is our life now. You have to bite the bullet on this one, Cicely. You know how much we need you later on.”

Grimacing, I wondered if I should have even come. We were tying up resources protecting us that could have been focused on fighting instead. Though our personal guards would have stayed home, it would have made things easier if we weren’t here. Unlike the Fae Queens of history, Rhia and I weren’t strong warrior women . . . yet. We were more liability than help.

“You should wipe that look off your face, Your Majesty.” Check leaned close, pressing his lips near my ear. “You look defeated. The men take their cues from you. You show depression, they will follow suit. We need you to stand tall, to claim your place and prove to us why we want you with us in the field.”

I cocked my head. “How’d you get inside my mind, Check?”

He grinned. “It’s my business to watch you, to anticipate your needs and moods. I’d be remiss in my duties if I didn’t pay attention to things like this. Now straighten your shoulders and rally the men. Encourage them. They will need all the encouragement you can give before this war is over.” He glanced over at Rhiannon. “And Mistress of Summer? Might you do the same.”

With a glance at Rhiannon, I shook away the lacework of frost and cobwebs that had been weaving their way in my mind and stood tall. Rhia followed suit. I wasn’t sure what a rallying cry might be, but then I decided we’d just have to do it my way. I wasn’t a warrior queen of old, I was Cicely, and I had to be myself—and that had to be enough.

“Beat the freaks back! Make spider stew out of them! You are my troops and you can do this. The snow weavers belong to Myst, and Myst’s ass belongs to me!”

Ulean caught my voice in her currents, sweeping it through the troops, sweeping it into the slipstream so it echoed through the schoolyard. It hung in the air for a moment, then shattered like crystal and my warriors surged forward again. The dead swarmed through the blinding snow, adding to the fray, and though I couldn’t see what was going on, the clashing of swords mingled with screams, and I knew our men were taking down the Shadow Hunters.

A few moments later, and I found myself moving on, Check and Fearless guiding us forward. We worked our way relentlessly toward the school. Ulean told me we were nearly there, and then—suddenly—we were at the doors, and they opened. My men surged forward, and the next moment, we were inside. The power still held, so entering the building, coming out of the storm, was like emerging into daylight from darkness. There was blood on the floor, but the halls were relatively empty. I remembered Ulean’s instructions.

“First hall to the left, first door on the right!” My voice echoed off the high ceiling and the empty corridors, and we moved in a wave. The dead went ahead of us. By the time we reached the hallway there were bodies littered everywhere: Shadow Hunters, their life force sucked out of them. Some still remained on foot, it seemed the dead could only feed so much, but my men made quick work of them, and when the last one fell, Olrick pounded on the door.

“Open in the name of Queen Cicely!”

A moment later, and Ysandra’s shaking voice called out, “Are you there, Cicely? Is it really you?”

I pushed to the front, Check and Fearless by my side. “Yes, it is me. We’re here.”

The door slammed open, and we took in the scene. Ysandra and her Elite Consortium Guard were standing watch over fourteen children. The windows were straining with the blows on the other side—Shadow Hunters and snow weavers, no doubt. Two of the Consortium witches were holding a force field—strained to the limit—that prevented them from breaking through, but they couldn’t hold it for much longer. The stress on their faces was horrible, lining their brows deep with the exertion.

Several of my men rushed forward and began escorting the children out. The rest formed a line at the wall of windows, readying their swords. The moment the force field broke, the Shadow Hunters would burst through into the building. As soon as everybody was out except for the guards, the Consortium witches dropped their spells and raced out of the way.

I watched from outside the door as the glass shattered and Shadow Hunters and snow weavers scurried through. At that moment, the dead swarmed in to help, and Check pulled the door shut, hurrying us away from the room. Ysandra looked exhausted, but she and two of her other elite joined hands. A moment later, a circle of protection rose around us, the energy undulating in concentric waves to encircle us, like ripples on a pond. A group of my guards surrounded them, protecting all of us from disturbance.

As seconds stretched into moments, we waited, poised to fall back. The sounds of fighting echoed from within the room, steel clanging, snarls and shrieks and growls. Finally, I couldn’t wait any longer.

Ulean, please tell me what you can?

She swept past, vanishing into the room. A moment later she was back. Your men are winning. Hold fast—it should not be long now. But there are casualties on our side. The dead are working swiftly, but they can only feed so much before being satiated and unable to siphon off any more energy.

I wondered how that worked. I’d never had much interaction with spirits, or with ghosts—if there was even a difference between the two. Hell, I hadn’t even realized they could feed off the living. Unless these were very different from the typical Halloween ghost.

Another moment, and the door opened. Olrick stumbled out, bloody but alive, followed by the rest of our men and a swarm of the dead. The stench of blood ran thick from within the room and from what little I could see, the carnage was spread everywhere. It looked like a slaughterhouse.

“Did we lose anyone?” I gritted my teeth, praying the answer wouldn’t be too bad.

“Four men dead, and one seriously wounded. Considering the odds, not a heavy loss. We cleaved down thirty-five Shadow Hunters and a dozen or more snow weavers.” Olrick did his best to salute without splattering me with blood—he was slick with it, but still managed to present himself properly.

I nodded. Four dead still hurt, but I had to get used to thinking in terms of relative victories. “Very good.” I glanced around. “I suppose we should get the hell out of here. We need to get the children safely away.”

“You are correct. With all respect, Your Majesty, we can’t waste more time here. Myst, no doubt, has still larger forces in the town, and while we have been victorious so far, the storm is worsening. We should fall back and regroup, and yes—guide these children to safety.” Olrick punctuated his words with a formal bow.

“You’re correct. Let’s get back to the Veil House while we are all still in one piece—well, mostly all.” I closed my eyes. Ulean, are you here?

Yes, Cicely. What do you need?

Please, lead us back to the Veil House via the most direct, easiest route you can find. The storm has picked up even more since we got here, and I don’t want anybody lost or left behind.

Come, then, follow me, and I will get you home safely.

Ysandra and her crew dropped their spell and we swept out the door, into the night. The trip home was rough, but if there were other Shadow Hunters who saw us on the way back, they left us alone. Chilled and soaked through from the storm, we made it back to the Veil House.

We needed a rest before setting out after Myst’s heartstone. While my endurance and stamina had shifted dramatically when I took on the mantle of Winter, I desperately wanted a plate of hot food and some dry clothes before we took off again.

Luna immediately went about heating up some soup and biscuits.

I lingered in the kitchen beside her. “I know I’m probably the last person you want to talk to right now, but I have a few questions.”

She glanced at me, her expression bleak. “I wish I felt differently. I wish I wasn’t so angry with you. I understand, I really do, why you did what you did, but that doesn’t change the fact that . . .”

“That I forced you into something against your will and it brought up some really bad memories.” I bit my lip at the swift jerk of her head. “Yes, Kaylin told me—but only me.”

“I wish he hadn’t done that. There are some events that you don’t want people to know about because they always look at you differently after they find out.” She stared into the pot, stirring the soup more than it really needed.

“Luna, you know I’ll never say anything to anyone. But it made me realize how rough this was for you. I hope you know that I’d do anything to be able to change what happened, to be able to undo it—but . . .”

“But you were looking for a spy and you had to know. I understand.” She paused, then said, “Did you find out who it is?”

Oh man, here it came. The conversation I really didn’t want to have. I bit my lip and stared out the window. The outside world was a blue of darkness and white—the sky and snow glimmering silver in the night as the flurries whirled out of control.

She must have sensed something was up, because she rested a hand on my arm. “Tell me. Please. What did you find out? Is it very bad?”

She’d have to know sometime, though I really hadn’t planned on having it out at this point. But since she brought it up, I couldn’t very well lie and later on dash her spirits again. Given everything that had gone down, it was probably better I tell her now.

“Yes, we know who it is. We still haven’t found her, but she’s hiding in the realm of Winter, and my men are searching for her now.”

“Who is it?”

Exhaling softly, I pressed my lips together and shook my head.

Luna frowned. “Cicely, I know I’m mad at you, but you know you can trust me. Why won’t you tell me? Do the others know yet?”

“Only Grieve and a few of my trusted warriors.” I stared at her, trying to gauge what her reaction would be. Her loyalty to her sister ran deep, but I also knew they were at odds over a number of things. “The question is: Do you trust me? Do you really trust me to tell you the truth, Luna? After everything that has happened, I need to know. Never fear, I know you won’t betray us. I also realize that you summoned Dorthea and the dead to prove your loyalty, but . . . what will you do, I wonder, if I tell you who the spy is?”

Paling, she backed away. “Please, tell me it’s not Peyton or Ysandra?”

Shaking my head, I attempted a feeble smile. “No, neither one of them. But you know who it is—I mean, you know the person. And the news will not go down easily.”

Luna hesitated, then went back to stirring the soup. The irritation seemed to fade away as her shoulders slumped. “Zoey. It’s Zoey, isn’t it?”

Both startled and yet—oddly unsurprised, I rested a hand on her shoulder. With that lead-in, it made sense she would guess correctly. “Yes, we are almost positive. My men are searching for her now. So, what do you say to this? What are you feeling . . . thinking?”

“I would like to say I can’t imagine her doing anything like this, but the truth is, I don’t know Zoey anymore. I was honestly surprised she helped us with Grieve.” Without turning around, she mumbled, “What do you think happened?”

“We think she connected with Myst’s energy during the ceremony where she helped free Grieve, and that somehow Myst managed to snare her in. Ulean traced the spy’s energy signature back to her. We . . . I’d like to say I’m not sure, but the truth is, we are.” I dreaded the next question, which I knew had to come. And I was right.

“What will you do with her, when you find her?” Now, Luna did turn to face me. “I know the punishment for spies.”

I had no clue what to say. Truth was I hadn’t thought that far ahead. “I don’t know. I really don’t know what to do. She’s your sister, Luna, but she’s working for an enemy who could destroy all of us. What would you do?”

Luna hesitated, then shrugged. “I’d have her killed. If Myst can see through her eyes, unless you keep her under lock and key in some bare cell that is magic-proof, then she’s a danger.”

That was an idea. “Maybe we can rig up something like that.”

“But what then, after the war? If we win? She will have endangered us all. What the hell are we supposed to do with her then? Just let her go? She might be my sister, but a traitor is a traitor and I’ll never be able to forgive her.” She slumped, suddenly, and her shoulders began to shake. I could hear the sobs well up in her throat and, whether she wanted it or not, I slipped my arms around her back and hugged her gently.

“I’m so sorry. I’ve ripped your world apart, it feels like.”

She shivered, and I turned her around, taking the soup spoon out of her hand and setting it on the spoon rest. I turned the burner to low, then moved Luna over to the kitchen table and pulled out a chair. “Sit.”

She did, leaning her forehead against her hand, staring at the table surface. “No. You didn’t rip my world apart. Myst did. Everything was fine until she came along. She’s to blame, Cicely—not you. You saved my life, and I’ll never forget that.” She looked up, her tearstained face pale. “You saved me that first night I came to you for a reading. You kept me here, and we both know what would have happened if I’d left. I’d be caught in her webs by now, most likely dead.”

I reached out, took her hand in mine. “Luna, can you get out of the deal with Dorthea?”

She gave me a bleak look. “No, and it doesn’t matter. My fate was sealed when I cast the spell to find Rhiannon. Once you make a pact with the ancestors, they own you. I think something like this would have happened sooner or later, anyway. I was always destined to work with them—I just didn’t know it. In a terrible, frightening way, all of this feels right. Even the deal with Dorthea feels like a destiny I’m meant to fulfill.”

There wasn’t much I could say to that. I had just handed her the information that her sister’s life was up for forfeit. That Zoey was a traitor. And Luna was accepting it with a resignation that was almost as frightening as her acceptance of Dorthea’s terms.

I rubbed my hand against her back and let out a soft sigh. “Myst has sure screwed the pooch, hasn’t she?”

Luna snorted. “Understatement of the year, Cicely. Now grab some bowls and let’s eat. You have a long and dangerous journey ahead of you.” She crossed back to the stove and took a taste of the soup, adding salt and a little pepper. The scent of chicken and rosemary rose from the pan, making me hungry. “I wish I had time to make a real soup. The canned stuff works, but it’s nothing like mine.”

“I believe you on that. I know what a good cook you are.”

She smiled at me, and then, just like that, we were back to being friends, even if things were a bit strained. As I began to set out the bowls, Rhia and Peyton joined us, and soon we were all gathered around the oak table, holding hands. It felt like an ending. If we could find Myst’s heartstone and destroy it, the town would be freed, but things would continue to change, and Luna would still be forfeiting her life. If we couldn’t, then we faced a long, arduous battle, and chances were we wouldn’t win the war. And we might all forfeit our lives.

Wrapped in the melancholy cloud of thought, I forced my attention back to the table. Focus on now, I thought. Focus on this moment, right here. Focus on the soup and the biscuits, focus on your friends and the warmth of the house as the storm rages outside. Focus on these things—this is what you are fighting for. Get lost in what might be, and you’ll lose your will. You have to remember that friends and loved ones, and this way of life, this . . . this is worth fighting for. This is worth the struggle. Myst can try to defeat us, but don’t give her any quarters—don’t give her more power than she already has.

A gentle gust of warmth surrounded me. Ulean was by my side. She embraced me in her ethereal arms, soothing me as I bit into the bread. I forced myself to breathe, to ground and come back to the present.

My grandfather was with us at the table, and I realized how much I’d lose if I didn’t talk to him while I had the chance. Tomorrow was iffy—yesterday, gone. There was only today.

“Hunter, have you always lived in the Golden Wood?”

He looked up at me from his plate. “No, young one. I came east, from the Olympic Peninsula. I lived in the heart of the ancient groves there. The trees are so large, their roots sink down to the center of the world, and it rains so much you think you might drown. The trees are so old they’ve forgotten their names, and there are days where you think the sun is a faerie tale.”

Peyton put down her spoon. “You must be very old, sir.”

Hunter grunted. “As old as the upstart queen. I’ve watched the yummanii come and go, and watched the forests dwindle. I’ve watched the turn of the tide as the landscape has shifted. I’ve watched the cities born, and men die in the woods, and I’ve seen the rivers change course over time. One day I will return to the Golden Isle, but my time is not yet. I have things here to do, and one of them is to watch over my granddaughter, since her father had to leave.”

He smiled then, and laughed. “You are so solemn, all of you. And well you should be; Myst is a blight. But Myst is not all-powerful, and together, you possess far stronger abilities than she. You need to acknowledge your fear, then dismiss it. Fear will kill you faster than the Shadow Hunters, any day.”

“Have you ever fought them before?” Kaylin asked.

“No, demon. I have not. But I’ve watched them, seen them feed, watched as they bred slowly but surely. She tried to gather the Wilding Fae to her, many centuries ago, but they would give her no quarter, and the only control she’s ever had over them is through entrapment.”

“Like the Snow Hag. We freed her from a snare that Myst had set.”

“Yes, entrapment and slavery. A true leader breeds love, as well as respect, and Myst doesn’t have what it takes to inspire love. She’s a demagogue. A wayward, temperamental child. Cunning, yes, but still . . . a child who cannot accept her place in the scheme of things. This is why she will fail. She oversteps her reach, and she forgets. Cicely, you must find her heartstone before she realizes that you know she has one. Before it occurs to her that you know where she buried it.”

“After dinner, we’ll leave. You said you’ll come with us?”

“Yes, but we cannot take a great force—too much chance for notice. Bring your guards, Grieve, the demon, and a couple of your vampire friends.” He gave me a look that said, “Don’t argue.”

“Vampires?”

“They are your allies, whether you wish this or not. They can be very useful. I have a feeling . . .”

I didn’t want to agree, but he was my grandfather, and without Wrath and Lainule here, I needed an advisor who was blood related.

“Then,” I said, holding out my bowl for a refill on the soup, “I guess I’d better give Lannan a call in a few minutes and have him meet us here.” Ignoring Grieve’s disgruntled expression, I once again tried to focus on my friends. This might be our last gathering together, and I wanted to make the most of it that I possibly could.