A Hero's throne

he suddenly wanted to be away from here. Quickly.

“All right,” said Anna, and she turned back toward him just as the silhouette leaned forward and stood up.

Anna caught the movement out of the corner of her eye, shrieked, and froze. Sean’s legs convulsed beneath him. His instincts told him to run, but he couldn’t leave Anna here alone.

“Anna, come away,” he said, tugging her sleeve.

Anna shook her head.

“What’s wrong with you? Move!” Sean growled.

“I–I can’t. I’m too scared.”

“Be scared of what will happen to you if you don’t,” Sean said as the inhuman thing straightened to its full height. It was not just tall but bulky, chunky. It was either made of dirt and rubbish, or that stuff was embedded in its skin. As it moved bits fell off.

It growled as it started to slide down the concrete escarpment. It stopped directly in front of Anna. Its face lowered; instead of skin it had black sludge, which oozed itself into a grin that revealed massive, yellow, pebble-like teeth. “Pretty,” it said, lifting an arm and hand. “Tasty,” it said, reaching out for her.

In a flash, Sean picked up a length of metal pipe that laid nearby-part of a mangled signpost. He hefted it above his head and ran forward, bringing it down heavily on the thing’s shoulder, just above an orange traffic cone that appeared to be a part of its back.

It felt the blow-barely. It reacted as Sean would react if a three-year-old hit him with a cardboard tube. He got the monster’s attention though.

“Run, Anna!”

Anna broke into a sprint, across the field toward home, not daring to look back.

Sean dropped the heavy bit of metal in his hands and made to follow her, but the monster took two large strides toward him and swiped with his arm. It was like being hit by a falling tree trunk, and the blow sent him flying through the air where he smacked into one of the concrete pillars of the overpass.

His head swam and his perception rippled, like jelly tossed into a swimming pool. He was dizzy and sick, and wondering why everything had become so dark.

He shook his head to clear it, and through a dim tunnel of fuzzy grey, he saw an enormous head with even more enormous teeth grinning at him, as though it was very far away, but he could feel and smell a breath that stank like rancid ditch water.

“Tasty,” the face said, and Sean felt a massive hand wrap around his arm and he was lurched upright, which made the world spin horrifyingly. There was intense pain and a chomping noise and then nothing more.

II

Freya clutched at her chest and fought for control of her breathing. In the sea of terror, she found a brick and then another and set them together. Piece by piece, she rebuilt the wall until finally she and Fear were two separate entities again. But when, in her mind, she stood on solid ground, she found that Rage had made her higher, and drier. These were the two opposing forces inside her now: Fear and Rage. The Rage she felt she could control, and use it against the Fear.

She felt Vivienne’s hand on her shoulder and her warm presence behind her. “Deep breaths, Freya darling. Deep breaths.”

Stronger now, she pushed herself up, bracing herself against the wall of what seemed to be the end of a long passage. Stairs rose up behind her and terminated in dark stone. The portal had already shut. Daniel was exploring; he had flicked on a small flashlight and was inspecting the area.

“See anything?” Freya asked, her voice barely more than an inaudible whisper. She took a deep breath and asked again, “What do you see?”

Daniel shined the light back at her; its brilliance cut into her eyes. She was already getting used to the darkness.

“It’s just a cave.”

“Are you okay?” Vivienne asked.

“Yes.”

“Anything broken?”

“No.”

“Do you need-”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Freya snapped testily. “I don’t need to be coddled.”

“Right, good.” Vivienne shouldered her pack again. “Let’s get moving; it’s just a few miles.”

Freya hoisted her pack up on her shoulder as well and then fell into step behind Vivienne and Daniel. The pace and sensation of walking in the dark was sickeningly familiar now.

They walked for about an hour in what felt like a fairly straight line. Freya dwelt on the anger inside of her, trying to stoke it by meditating on all that she had unfairly suffered, the last time she was here and ever since, but found that she couldn’t hold on to the flames-it was just too exhausting. After a time she found that it had fallen away from her, leaving her alone with just the cold emptiness of the Fear.

The tunnel dipped and Vivienne stopped.

“What is it?” Daniel, behind Freya, asked.

“It’s a door.”

Freya took a deep breath. “So open it,” Daniel said.

“Here we go,” Vivienne said, and there was a metallic rattling and then a creak as an ancient metal door swung open. Stepping through it, they found themselves on a landing where a circular stairway continued downward.

She wasn’t prepared for the smell. It wasn’t overtly unpleasant, but it so instantly and so fully brought back the emotions of her first time here that she wanted to weep.

She sucked her breath in, inflating herself, doing her best to bury all the emotions within her. Not even a day into her new mission and she was nearly an emotional wreck. She stepped through the doorway and almost automatically took a step back in order to re-enter several more times, but then she thought, Why bother? I’m already here.

“I don’t believe it,” she muttered loudly. “All this time-there was a door at the top of the Langtorr. We could have gone back anytime we wanted.”

“Yeah,” Daniel said. “But you wouldn’t have left, even if you knew about it. You would have gone on the quest anyway, just like me.”

“Now come you two, no squabbling,” Vivienne said. “We’ve got other things to-”

“No, actually, I think I would have just liked to have gone home,” Freya cut in. “Having had a chance to think about and reflect on it at length over the past eight years. . I think I would have just liked to have gone home.”

“I don’t think so. You would have done the right thing in the end.”

“We’ve got other things to focus on,” Vivienne said.

More Rage boiled up inside Freya. That’s good, I can use that, she thought. “Really? The right thing? Trick two thirteen-year-old children into going on a dangerous, top-secret mission?”

“That’s enough now,” Vivienne said.

“Well, I’m glad I went,” Daniel said. “And you are too, deep down. What we did made a difference. We killed Gad.”

“I said enough!” Vivienne exclaimed in a hushed, urgent voice. “If you two weren’t so busy scrapping just now, you’d have heard what I’m hearing.”

Freya swallowed a breath. “What is it?”

“Listen.”

Up from the twisting stone passage came the sound of leathersoled shoes on stone stairs. Standing very still, Freya watched as Daniel slowly shrugged open his coat. He quietly adjusted the leather strap that held his sword’s