Lightbringer

scout we can trust, Petey, that’s all we meant.”

“My memory?” Piotr rolled his eyes. “That’s what this is about? Everyone forgets things, Elle. I’m not alone.”

“Things? Sure. Everyone misrecollects where they left the keys to the breezer now and then. But you don’t just forget things, Petey. You forget a lot more than just little old things. This ain’t about walking out with the stove on. And that’s why Pocahontas here don’t trust you with most of this operation, flyboy. Your head ain’t exactly trustworthy all the time.”

Brushing off Elle’s mocking tone, Piotr shook his head. “My memory may not be perfect but I can remember what goes on. Better than you, that’s for damn sure.”

“Oh yeah? Fine.” Elle crossed her arms over her chest and pursed her lips, eyes narrowing with the challenge. “Tell me about the day I died, Pete. Tell Miss Elle all about it.”

“You died on…” he stopped, straining his mind for the important information. It seemed very close at hand, the date on the tip of his tongue, but muffled, as if the memory were wrapped and stored carefully away. “You were killed by…wait…net…” For several seconds he struggled. Finally, realizing the futility of trying to argue with them, he flushed and muttered, “You were wearing red.”

“Got that right at least,” she sighed. Then, teasingly, “My death was a doozy, though. Maybe I’ll remind you about it sometime. Sit down and have us a little recollect.”

Lily sighed. “This is not helping.”

Elle smirked and flopped back onto the dirty floor, chuckling to herself. “Hush your mouth. Everyone needs to laugh at death a little, else all you can do is cry. Besides, it’s funny the things a girl can have a chuck or two over, given enough time.” She turned to Lily and made the shoo-shoo gesture again. “What about you, Pocahontas? Got any questions for old Pete, since we’re toodlin’ down old memory lane?”

Ignoring Elle, Lily gravely took Piotr’s hand in hers and gently rubbed her fingertips across his knuckles. Like his, her hands were roughly calloused but her touch was soft. “Elle brings up a good point. This can be our test to see if you should indeed be our scout. Do you remember my death, Piotr?”

“Of course not,” he scoffed, “you died ages ago, Lily.” He laughed. “James said you lived in tents, made pots, that sort of thing.” He shook his head. “I didn’t believe him at first. It didn’t seem real that anyone could be dead so long or have survived the Never like that.”

“James,” Lily said, “for all I love him, is a braggart and a fool. I made pottery with my mother, yes, but I lived in a pithouse.” Her brows furrowed and she inched closer, eyes intently searching his face. “Can you really not remember all the times we have talked about this before? Do you honestly not remember when we met in the Sandia foothills? The reds and orange that stretched to the sky? The mottled earth, the edges of the long grass- swept plains? None of it?”

This was utter nonsense. Piotr couldn’t remember the days after his own death with such vivid detail, much less hers, so Lily was clearly teasing him. There was no test; they were having fun at his expense. Spending long hours discussing their lives was certainly something he’d remember with a girl as ancient and storied as Lily.

“Net. My apologies.” Smiling now, calm at the realization that they must have decided to play some sort of joke on him, Piotr shook his head and let her continue on, enjoying the cadence of her smooth alto as she braided the joke into an elaborate tale. It was all fanciful nonsense but he had to hand it to her, she sure knew how to tell a story.

“Quit botherin’ him, Lily,” Elle finally grumbled. She smiled sharply and poked him in the ribs. “I think it’s pretty clear that Petey never remembers anything, do ya Pete?”

“I was lost and wandering,” Lily repeated, ignoring Elle and grasping at him, intent on keeping up the charade, “I could not find my way home. The floods had come, the antelope too, and my tribe had moved on, leaving only refuse behind.”

Lily’s fingers pressed tightly into Piotr’s, blunt nails digging into his flesh. “Remember, Piotr? You took me by the hand and led me to safety. You taught me the ways of the Never—how to avoid the Walkers, how to find and gather the Lost, not only for their protection but for our own. How to keep them safe. You taught me all this, Piotr. You!” Her voice broke. “You truly don’t recall?”

Elle snickered, unable to keep a straight face, and Piotr realized his patience was at an end for their foolishness.

“Lily,” Piotr said, taking care to keep each word gentle but firm, “this joke’s gotten old.” He squeezed her fingers. “We’ve got more important tasks than trying to fool with me, da?” He took a deep breath and glanced at Elle. “Ganging up on me isn’t funny. I’ll be the long-distance scout and keep an eye out for both the Lightbringer and Walkers. Enough said.”

“Atta-boy!” Elle agreed fervently, slapping her hands together. “Lily, we oughta quit beating our gums here. He ain’t gonna buy our bull. Just give him the job already so we can move on to more important matters.” She cleared her throat. “His noggin hasn’t gone soft on us recently, anyhow. Maybe he’s sorted himself out, yeah?”

Lily drew her hand away, took a deep breath, and nodded once. “Yes. This…jest was ill-timed, Piotr.” She glanced past him to Elle and bit her lip, gnawing anxiously for a moment. Then, slowly, she whispered, “My apologies. I should have known better.”

“Nezachto,” he said, quick to smooth the tension away. “No worries.” Outside, the dark was fading, coloring the sky dark purple. Soon the children would be up; they had to hurry. “Now, about the Lightbringer. We need to figure out a plan.”

It took them some time to hammer out the details, but what they decided on was simple. Elle would remain with the Lost, guarding the bookstore and sending out runners to other parts of the city to spread news of the Lightbringer, inviting the other Riders to circle the wagons for safety. Lily would return to San Jose, collect her remaining charges, and then join Elle at the bookstore. Once they knew which Riders would stand with them, then they would decide what could be done about the new threat.

Piotr prepared to scout.

“Dunn liked to wander near his POD,” Lily said, speaking of her missing Lost. “Your best bet is to search there first, to see if you can find any clues. They took him…” her expression twisted painfully as she forced out the words, “they took him intact rather than eating him, which is strange for a Walker.”

“I bet you anything it’s the White Lady,” Elle muttered. “Rumors all over town chatting about more Walkers, fewer Shades. Everything’s gone to hell since that dame came to town.”

“Where is Dunn’s place of death?” Piotr asked Lily, ignoring Elle, though he secretly agreed with her. Things had been a shade off normal the past six months and had been getting progressively worse.

“Mountain View, near Castro Street.” Lily drew a map with her finger in the dust on the floor, tapping streets to indicate the direction he would have to go. “The actual place of death was a tenement building once, but it burned down. Now his POD is the diner that replaced it. He liked to sit in the empty booths and listen to the chatter.”

Whistling low, Piotr shook his head. “Dangerous game to be so near the living.”

“Dunn didn’t care,” Lily said. “He missed his family.”

“Specs was like that,” Piotr agreed, glancing over his shoulder at the staircase. “He haunted his house for years. Even now he tends to stay indoors.”

“Yeah, we all got one or two who won’t forget being alive,” Elle grunted, pushing away from the window and strolling over to their huddle. She crouched down and tapped the map. “Do you even know what you’re looking for, Pete? Besides this walking lightshow, I mean? Walkers? Some piece of Dunn he might’ve left behind?”

“Net, not really, but I’ll know a clue when I see it.” He smirked and tapped Elle’s dagger at his hip. “Why, are you worried about me?”

Elle snorted and rose. “Not a bit. But the longer you hang around this gin joint, the more likely the Walkers are gonna start nibbling on Dunn’s toes. You get the picture?”

“Indeed. Be safe.” Piotr nodded towards the huddle of children, each lost in their own thoughts. “Watch my kids, Elle.”

“Always.”

CHAPTER FIVE