Cast in Sorrow

“Teela! We’re waiting!”

Teela struggled to stand; if she’d had the strength, she would have insisted on walking. She didn’t, and if she was ferociously proud—and she was, being Barrani—she nonetheless had a strong streak of pragmatism.

It was Kaylin who spoke. “Who are you?”

He frowned, the exuberance draining from his face.

“Teela thinks you’re Terrano—but you’re not.”

“Kitling—”

Kaylin shook her head. “I saw them, Teela. I saw them—they were like ghosts, but I’d remember them anywhere. This man wasn’t one of the eleven.”

“I recognize him,” was the gentle reply.

“Yes—but you shouldn’t. This isn’t even what your Terrano looked like.”

“The nightmares of the Hallionne are not considered a strict guide to reality. They are replete with symbols, with suggestions. What you saw was the Hallionne’s interpretation.”

“Yes,” Kaylin said. “And no. I would bet anything I owned that what I saw is what they actually looked like. Except for the being made of glass part. How do you recognize him, Teela? How, when your memories are perfect? Does he really look like Terrano?”

“She doesn’t see what I look like,” the young man said, his frown growing edges. “She sees who I am.”

“Really? Why exactly are you trying to present as Barrani, then? Why don’t you shed that and look like what you think you actually are? Because if you are Terrano, why can’t you remember your own face?”

“Kitling—”

Terrano now looked confused. It was the type of confusion that could spill into anger, and from there, all- out tantrum; Kaylin recognized it although she usually only saw it in the faces of foundlings.

“Teela—”

“She’s wrong,” Teela said, leaning against Kaylin. “I did recognize you. I still do.”

“You look the same,” Terrano said, sounding more hesitant.

Teela nodded.

“But you aren’t here to join us.”

“I don’t know how,” Teela replied. “I’m still what I was. I didn’t mean to stay behind.”

“No. The green kept you. The green. But Teela—we can fix it, now!” He paused. “Well...almost.”

Kaylin felt cold. The fire wrapped an arm around her shoulder. It didn’t help. “It’s not that kind of cold,” she whispered.

He said nothing. His black eyes were all but glued to Terrano, and she felt, as he watched, his growing sense of revulsion. It wasn’t what he felt for the water, the earth, or the air; there was no respect in it.

“Terrano,” Teela said, her voice much stronger than she was. “Where is the Lady?”

“Oh, she’s with everyone else. I came to find you.”

“Why you?”

“It’s easiest for me,” he replied, frowning. “Why have you summoned him?”

“It wasn’t me.”

“The mortal summoned him?”

“She is Chosen.”

Terrano frowned. “She’s the harmoniste.”

“Yes, she is that, too. She is Chosen, Terrano.” Teela frowned. After a longer pause, she said, “We were not taught about the Chosen. Not then.”

“What is a Chosen? Is it a mortal thing?”

“The Chosen are almost never mortal. There have been Barrani who have been Chosen; there have been Dragons.”

He spit. Clearly, Dragons were not high on his list of happy things. “But what is a Chosen, Teela?”

“Look at her arms. At her forehead. Do you recognize the marks?”

Terrano did as bid. He looked like a Barrani, but nothing about his posture or expression suggested the elder race. His eyes, however, widened. They were the same color as the eyes of the fire’s Avatar.

The marks on Kaylin’s arms began, at last, to glow. The glow was golden. Terrano’s brows disappeared into the perfect line of his hair. It was comical, or would have been in any other circumstance. Kaylin saw much more of his eyes; they had no whites, no iris, no pupil. They were the eyes of the small dragon, the eyes of the fire, the eyes of things ancient and wild.

“She has words. She has words on her skin.” He took two steps toward them; Teela stiffened. The fire stepped in front of them both, and to Kaylin’s eye, his flames grew almost white.

“Teela.”

“I can’t leave the way you can,” Teela told Terrano. “And I can’t give the Chosen to you, I’m sorry; she is kyuthe to me. One of the only friends I’ve found in centuries who is almost what you were.”

“Does she know your name? Does she hold it?”

Teela shook her head. “I would never risk the pain of that loss again.”

Loss, Kaylin thought. Not vulnerability. Not weakness. Loss. “Do you know hers?” Kaylin asked.

The silence was profound. After a pause in which the fire began to crackle, Terrano said, “We don’t need names anymore. Teela, come with me.”

“I cannot. I have absorbed the nightmares of Alsanis, and I have accepted the judgment of the green. There is only one way I can leave this place, if I am to leave at all.”

“Try,” Terrano said. He held out a hand.

The fire reached out and pushed it away. Terrano’s eyes widened; his skin blistered.

Teela whispered a single, Barrani word. “Kaylin—the fire—”

“I’m not telling the fire what to do,” Kaylin replied, with more heat than necessary. She didn’t want Terrano touching Teela. She just...didn’t.

“You can’t let fire do whatever it wants!”

“You can’t let Terrano do whatever he wants, either!” Kaylin struggled to lower her voice. “We’re going up the stairs.” She offered Teela a shoulder; Teela stiffened, but accepted it because she had no alternative.

Terrano backed away from the fire as the fire advanced. He backed into a hall. This hall reminded Kaylin of the High Halls in Elantra; the ceiling was so far above the ground she could kink her neck looking up at it. She didn’t try. She could see that the walls were no longer roughly worked; they were smooth, and they were pillared. The pillars were carved in likenesses of Barrani, in alabaster, or something that looked like alabaster at this distance; they weren’t close.

“Don’t come here,” Terrano shouted. Kaylin couldn’t be certain who he was shouting at until Teela stiffened. “It’s not the right place, it’s not the right time—you’re not ready yet!” He shrieked in outrage as the fire struck again. “Teela!”

“Kaylin—stop it. Stop the fire!”

Kaylin heard the pain and fear in Teela’s voice as if it were a mirror of her own. She closed her eyes, and she called the fire.

He does not belong here.

No. But neither do I.

It is not the same, Chosen. He must be destroyed.

She thought he was right. But Teela’s expression cut her. Yes, but not now. Not right now. Come back to me. Carry Teela again. Please. Please.

The fire hesitated. In the hesitation, Terrano saw an opening; he ran toward one of the pillars, leaped at the feet of the sculpture carved into alabaster, and vanished. Kaylin looked at the statue. She wasn’t surprised to recognize it.

“I don’t know if this leads us out,” Kaylin said. “Or in.”