Elvenbane

'Is that all you have to say?' Dyran said, very softly, very gently. 'Have you chosen to side against your own kind, and with these animals?'

'They aren't animals. There don't have to be sides,' Valyn said. 'There doesn't have to be a conflict...especially not between us...'

While he was speaking, the light in Dyran's eyes grew brighter, and he took two steps nearer to his son, until he stood within touching distance.

'No,' Dyran whispered. 'There won't be a conflict between us.' The light in his eyes flared. 'I bred one son. I can breed another.'

Valyn had less than a heartbeat's warning...but it was enough.

As his father tried to blast him where he stood, with the full force of his considerable magic power, Valyn leapt forward.

He seized Dyran by the arms as the blow struck him, the beryl closed tightly in his hand, and clasped him in a deadly embrace, as the power backlashed against both of them...

The fortress rocked down to its foundations with the force of the explosion. Then the Shockwave hit, knocking them all off their feet, despite the fact that most of them were sheltered and protected behind the stone bulwarks on the top of the walls.

Shana climbed back to her feet and stared aghast at the elven camp.

The entire top of the next peak, where Dyran's tent had stood, was gone. A cloud of smoke still rose from where it had been, and there were fires all down the mountainside, started in the dry brush by flaming debris. More debris started to rain down on them, falling into the area between the walls and the inner building, and down on the fighters below the walls.

'Demonspawn...' said Zed in a choked voice. 'Valyn...'

Somewhere, something deep inside her cried out in anguish. Something else demanded to know what Valyn was doing out there. But the rest of her noted that, down on the battlefield below the walls, chaos reigned. The fighters had been knocked off their feet, the attack had come to a standstill, and confusion had struck the elven commanders.

'Get the others,' she snapped. 'And the dragons! It's time to attack them!'

'But...' Zed protested. 'Valyn...'

'Later,' she barked at him, promising that same 'later' to herself. 'Go!'

And as he left her alone on the walls, she gave herself one moment of that 'later.'

Valyn, you stupid...oh, Valyn...Helpless tears streaked her cheeks as she watched the smoke-cloud rising and dispersing.

But when the others joined her for the final assault, there were no tears visible on her dry cheeks.

Before nightfall, Lord Berenel himself came out with a truce flag. Shana did not go out to meet him; she left the negotiations in the hands of Kalamadea (in his wizard guise), old Parth Agon and Denelor. Instead, she found a quiet, dark corner of the fortress, curled up in a blanket with her face to the wall, and waited for the tears to come.

Nothing. Only a terrible ache, and worse recriminations. It was her fault, she thought numbly, she made him feel so useless, and she didn't even try to find him something he could do. She just shoved him out of the way. It was all her fault...

Footsteps, and a voice out of the dark. 'Shana? I could use a friendly shoulder.'

She looked up, and caught Mero's hand by guess, pulling him down beside her. There he held her, and she held him against her shoulder, while he sobbed out his own recriminations.

Then, finally, her own tears came, and they wept together.

When the tears were gone, they talked, sharing memories of Valyn. Mero had more of those, of course, and finally he just talked, while Shana listened. He spoke about how deeply Valyn felt...and how little he could show of that. And how useless he must have felt these past days, as she and Shadow did everything, while Valyn was unable to do anything productive.

I never knew him, she thought, as the stories revealed things that left her surprised, and sometimes chagrined. I thought I did, but all I saw was...what I wanted to see, I guess. Then she wept again, without knowing why.

Then came a long moment of shared silence. It was broken, not by either of them, but by the 'noise' of a transportation-spell somewhere nearby.

Shana immediately jumped to her feet, fearing treachery, and with Mero right beside her, ran for the stairs, making a light as she ran. The fortress seemed mostly deserted, and their footsteps echoed hollowly in the circular stairway. She was met halfway down the stairs by Zed.

'It's all right,' he told them, and then paused, panting for breath. 'Lord Berenel sent for a Council representative. They're going to sign a treaty. Everybody's out there...'

:We didn't want to disturb you,: he said silently. :I figured hearing Lord Asrevil's arrival would bring you if you wanted to come.:

He looked diffidently from her face to Mero's and back, and she smiled weakly. 'It's all right,' she said. 'We're coming.'

'Good,' he replied, with evident relief. 'We really need you now.'

She nodded, and started back down the stairs, conscious of the fact that both Mero and Zed followed behind her, and feeling as if that gap between them was a distance of more than a couple of steps...

We really need you now...

How much did they need her, she wondered. And how much did they need the visible Elvenbane?

Where was there a place in all this for just Shana?

'So, how long do we have before we have to leave?' Shana asked Denelor, as the elven lord vanished again, his relief all too evident.

Denelor consulted the treaty. 'Technically, six months. Personally, though, I would just as soon be so deep into the wilderness that the elves won't know where to start looking for me long before that six months is over. You, however, had better disappear in the next couple of days. They really do hate you, you know.'

Shana shrugged tiredly. 'They have to have somebody to blame, and I'm the obvious target.'

'I never thought our Prophecy would hit so near to home, Shana,' Alara said regretfully. She and the other dragons were in their halfblood forms, so as not to tip their hands to the elven negotiators.

Zed cocked his head to one side. 'Did it ever occur to you that it might have been a true prophecy you were spreading?' he asked. 'I mean, look at it...Shana matches it to the letter.'

Shana's blood ran cold for a moment. 'Pure coincidence,' she said hastily. 'Any of us could have matched it. I just happened to be the most conspicuous.'

But the others looked at her oddly, and she felt the distance widening between them.

So, I'm being exiled again. 'I'll just go act as a scout,' she offered quickly, 'since I have to be out of here. I'll go north for a bit, then head west and see what I can find.' She forced a smile. 'Good thing we can speak in thoughts. That will make it easier for me to report to you. And of all of us, I'm the best suited to scouting things out.'

'I'll go with you,' Keman volunteered quickly.

'And I,' said Alara and Father Dragon simultaneously.

When she looked at them askance, Father Dragon laughed. 'We, too, are exiles, little daughter,' he told her lightly, as if he found it all very amusing. 'Some of the Kin objected quite strenuously to our helping you. So, for the second time in my life, I lead a band of rebels into a new home.'

'But...' she began. He shushed her.

'We will enjoy it,' he said. 'The Kin do not thrive on a life with no challenges.'

:I'd like to go too, if you'll have me.: That thought-voice was unexpected, and she turned to stare at Mero, who shrugged. :If I go with you. I won't have time to brood. I think I can be useful. Besides...it would be awfully lonely without you.:

She nodded acceptance, slowly. 'I'd like to have you, Mero,' she replied. 'Thank you.' :It would be awfully lonely not to have you along.