Realms of Shadow - Lizz Baldwin [61]
The days passed.
The druid-wizard rarely went out. She had skipped the last few archwizard moots.
The man ventured out to obtain food or to wipe his mind clean in one dead clearing or another. Each time he returned, he paused at the same creature's cage, took what silent wisdom he could glean from it, and pushed on.
The man did not know of the floating city. The druid-wizard would not stand for him to accompany her to it. She had watched him grow paler each day, watched his hair turn grayer and lose its luster, watched the dark circles grow under his eyes and his shoulders slump. He would not live long in the darkest catacombs of the city of darkness.
But she would not allow him to live without her, either.
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One windy, magic-strewn evening, the woman approached the man.
"I have something to show you," she said.
She clasped his wrist, and they teleported to the edge of a cliff.
Stars sang their distant song, and the waxing moon was bright. The man stood at the edge, cloak whipping about him. He could feel her presence slightly behind him, possibly she had taken on her wolf form, which had become a familiar event to him. When he turned, she was human.
"Why did you bring me here?"
"Have you by chance made any breakthroughs with Chever's notes?"
"What?… Oh. No, nothing significant. Why do you ask?"
"No reason." She sighed and moved up beside him. "I wanted to show you that, because of you, I can take joy in more than pain. The stars…"
She gestured, then turned to him.
"I was a druid once, you know. I still am, in many ways, but I'm a wizard more. When I was only a druid, I loved the stars, but they didn't give me joy as they do now. It's a gift 111 treasure."
She flowed to him, and she kissed him long and hard.
The kiss tasted like poison, and the man quailed, sensing his life spinning out of his control. He broke the kiss with a small cry.
The woman held him at arm's length for a moment, looking into his eyes.
And she was gone.
The man's heart wrenched, grieved and painful. Power left him-something sucked it out. Loss overwhelmed his senses, and he fell to the ground.
9
"And that's how… we… it… all makes sense. I mean, how-we make sense with the things we see. So it really does make sense when you look at it that way."
–Chever's last notes
The man awoke on the cliff top and picked his long way back to the sewers in a daze. The sewers had become home to him so easily…
In the days that followed, the woman did not return. Perhaps her evil deeds had finally caught up with her, or perhaps she had found a more suitable mate. The man made some perfunctory inquires about her in the town, but rarely did anyone know of her. Those who had heard of her grimaced as at a bad taste and would not speak to him. She had wanted to leave, in any case, and who was he to come upon her unwanted? He thought of the peddler-turned-cow and shuddered.
Days poured one into the next with nothing to distinguish them from those gone before or those come after, except that, on some days, he imagined he could sense the woman from whatever place she had gone to. What was he to do now?
He could not open the cages of her museum, since only magic could open them. Rather than leave the prisoners to wither, he slipped all but the newest member of their congregation poison purchased from a street vendor with gold coins he had found in one of the woman's robes. He told himself it was mercy-killing.
He attended to the newest creature's needs better than he attended to his own. He took violently ill, leaving trails of coughed-up blood on the cold floors. His disinterest in his own life might be conspiring to bring about his demise, or perhaps something in her final kiss…
As the lackluster days continued to drag, the stench of the dead in their cells grew thick, until the man thought sometimes that he must have fallen into the Nine Hells in error, the sole living being among the Hordes. Only his creature