next.”
Gunggari said, “These evil pine men are caught up in Ash’s fate and maybe Lurue’s. If we discover the pine men’s interest, maybe we can find out why she’s important to Lurue.”
“A lot of maybes,” opined Marrec, “but I have nothing better to go on. Ash is not talking at the moment.” He patted the mute child on the head. “We need to find out more about these blighted volodnisthese rot fiends.” He looked back at Elowen.
“Agreed,” said Elowen. “You are welcome to join me to see my friend in Two Stars. She is an adept of many lores, and she may know something about these volodnis. Then I must report back to the Nentyarch. It’s been too long since I’ve gone back… but Ususi should be consulted, now that we have this new information in hand.”
“Ususi is your friend?”
“Ususi Manaallin. She also hails from a place far distant from here. She came here long ago, and her knowledge of certain mystical sites of the forest is unsurpassed, even by the Nentyarch himself. She knows the Mucklestones especially well.”
“Why do we care about mucklestones?” wondered Marrec.”Because, these blighted volodnis I have been following issued from that ancient site just over a month ago. I witnessed their departure. Of late, I’ve spent much time in the vicinity of the Mucklestones…” The elf smiled fondly as if over some personal memory. “Anyway, something evil has taken root in the Mucklestones, and of all the people I know, Ususi best knows the Mucklestones. She has made their study her work.”
“Exactly where are the Mucklestones located?” asked Marrec, that time pronouncing the name with the proper gravity. The place seemed like it must be important and perhaps somehow connected to Ash, and if so, then also to Lurue.
“They are at the northeastern tip of the Forest of Le-thyr. The city of Two Stars is not too far out of the way, if the Mucklestones prove to be our eventual destination.”
Marrec considered, still standing close to the child. The girl looked at him, saying nothing, and reacting not at all to the field of slain creatures around her. If Ash truly was the Child of Light, whatever the true significance of that name, and if the volodnis were after her because of it, she wouldn’t be safe back in her village. She’d be safest with him, Gunggari, and perhaps with the hunter Elowen. After all, Elowen had already saved Ash once.
Marrec decided. “Gunggari, we’re going to Two Stars. Ash is going with us.”
“What about the peasant, Hemish?” wondered the tattooed soldier. “He will want his daughter back.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll go back and satisfy Hemish that the girl will be safest in our care. If he truly wants what’s best for the child’s welfare, he’ll allow her to remain with us. It may be that Ash is blessed with a secret, perhaps even the secret behind Lurue’s silence.”
It was decided. Elowen indicated she’d accompany him and Gunggari back to Fullpoint, being grateful for their help in slaying the evil pine folk, and hopeful that their involvement might aid her efforts in the future.
The blightlord laughed as the druid’s screams bellowed forth. The druid, named Briartan, was convulsed with pain, though his strength was sufficient to keep the blightlord’s awful infection at bay.
Still chuckling, the dark figure regarded Briartan where the druid was impaled, a metal stake puncturing the palm of each hand so that the druid hung against one of the sacred obelisks of the stone circle. Though a filigree of rot frosted the stone all around the druid, Briartan’s body remained uninfected, if bloody.
The blightlord, named Gameliel, asked “Still resist, do you? It matters not, really. I already know everything you are trying so hard to avoid telling me.” So saying, the figure extended the night black haft of its horrible weapon and gently lifted the necklace bearing the Keystone from around Briartan’s head.
The druid kicked out with his leg, striking his evil tormenter in his armored chest. “You can’t have it, Gameliel.”
The blightlord snarled. Gameliel lashed forward with the weapon’s void-dark blade. He severed Briartan’s offending leg with a single swipe.
The severed limb slid limply down the stone slab from which Briartan still dangled, pumping blood. The druid’s scream ripped forth once more, echoing among the encircling stones, but dying away to nothing in the branches of the surrounding forest.
A new master ruled the Mucklestones.
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Back in Fullpoint, Hemish proved difficult to persuade.
“Are you joking, man? Leave my daughter in your care? I thank you for returning her, but after all, you are a stranger to me and her!” yelled Hemish.
Marrec, sitting across the table from Hemish, studied the dancing flame of the single lamp hanging above the table. He and Hemish had gone back and forth for some time, but it didn’t feel like he was getting through to the man. The child Ash sat in a small chair nearby, her legs dangling above the floor, a stuffed toy languishing in her lap as she stared straight ahead at a sight only she could see.
Marrec leaned toward the peasant and said, “Listen. Can’t you see that this is not a singular occurrence? If it happened once, it could happen again, and we won’t be here next time to save her.”
Hemish glowered and muttered, “How many times can a man’s child be taken? The odds were long to begin with. Lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice.”
The cleric sighed, shaking his head. “Trueif this were only a random occurrence. Haven’t you heard a thing I’ve said? I believe these tree people were specially seeking Ash. They didn’t succeed. That means they’ll try again. And again and again until they finally get what they’re after. My friends and I cannot stay here to guard here night and daywe have business in Two Stars. If you truly care for the safety of your daughter, you’d wipe the sentiment from your eyes and see the truth. Allow me to protect her. I swear I’ll guard her as my own.”
Hemish took one of the girl’s unresponsive arms in his own. He looked into Ash’s eyes, and said, “Is that all right with you, baby? Do you want to go with this man? You’ll be safe. Tell me what you want.”
The girl intoned, “Ash.”
Hemish’s eyes brimmed. He patted the girl’s hand then caught Marrec’s eyes with his own. “You swear on your service to your goddess that you will keep Ash safe from all harm?”
Marrec rose, drew Justlance and held it before him. He said, “I swear, upon Lurue’s name, that I shall guard Ash with all my ability, keeping her safe from harm. She will be more dear to me than my own life. I so swear.”
Hemish sighed. After a minute of silence he said, “Very well, cleric. I must trust you, it seems.”
Marrec reached out and clasped Hemish’s hand. He said, “You are making the right choice. Don’t worry.”
Really, there could be no other outcome.
They spent the night in Fullpoint. In the morning, Marrec, Gunggari, Elowen, and Ash departed. Much of the village was gathered to see off the heroes who had defended the town from the “raiding tree people.” Many did not understand why Ash was departing, too. Few seemed unduly upset by it save, of course, for a tearful Hemish.
When all the goodbyes were said, they headed out. Elowen led the group northeast. Their destination was Two Stars. Marrec’s single hope was that Elowen’s friend might shed light on the question of Ash’s identity. What was the significance of the Child of Light, and how had the volodnis fallen into the clasp of evil?
Joining the militia seemed to be one of the best moves of Marrec’s young life. He reveled in the weapon drills, the warrior’s training, and the endless mock duels with the other young men of the village with similar hearts.
Not so Emmon. Though quick enough with his wits, Marrec’s stepbrother wasn’t too swift when it came to arms and armor. The drilling required of all those in the militia made little dent in Emmon’s inability to properly wield a sword. Emmon and Marrec were thick; Marrec helped Emmon perfect his skills, while Emmon was happy just to be around Marrec. They were friends.
When not training in the militia, Marrec and Emmon enjoyed taking short walks outside of the village, to the edges of the forest and sometimes past. The two boys made a contest of who would be the first to sight some small game animal, tree, or other interesting feature of the Wild. They had a favorite haunt near the edge of the river, where a small cave provided the perfect hide-out from adults and the responsibilities expected of those coming of age.
The raids started around that time.
Horrible creatures out of the wild found the village, and for reasons of their own, they decided it would make
