Eye of the Unicorn – The Grieving God

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This is the third instalment of Eye of the Unicorn and once more immerses the reader into the Elidorsan universe.
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Synopsis

The third book of the Eye of The Unicorn series continues the story of the Elidorsan and the children of Remruc and Curmer.  After centuries of peace and harmony the Elidorsan begin to notice that fewer of the ordinary San citizens are being selected by the Idor to join their elite immortal ranks.

Mora is pregnant with her first child and does not find maternal instincts come naturally.  Her child has immense power and his existence was predicted by the Idor centuries before, he has a very important role to play and the Idor are concerned that Mora’s coldness will turn the child onto the wrong path before he had been born.  Making a radical decision they remove him from Mora before he is born and raise him in the city of the Idor, training his advanced mind in preparation for his tasks in life, returning him in secret to be raised by a surrogate Elidorsan family out with Mora’s influence.

As time passes Shosten, Remruc’s grandson senses a deep unrest amongst the San of the city of Nemn.  As he investigates he is shocked at the changes in the ordinary people, their characters flawed and arrogant as they no longer revere the Elidorsan.  Knowing the Idor will not tolerate such behaviour he tries to find the root of the problems and encounters the twisted despot heir to the Chieftain’s throne behind an insidious plot.  The Elidorsan Duren who is stationed as a liaison officer in the city has been preoccupied with protecting the aged Chieftain against assassination plots and has been unable to warn Shoshten of the problems in the city.  Events come to a head as the Chieftain is assassinated and Shoshten framed for the murder.  The Idor demand that the San be banished from Idor and the Elidorsan forces find themselves fighting their own kind and forcing them from their world.

The Elidorsan High Chieftains Deyka and Mora appeal to the Idor who relent and allow those San loyal to the Elidorsan to live on a safe and guarded planet, allowed to grow and finally devolve as nature intended.  Those guilty of treason and disloyalty are also guarded on a separate world, prevented from escape and left to their own devices and eventual extinction.  Duren has fallen in love with a San girl and although he knows she will age and die he elects to accompany her to the saved San world where they live till her death.  Duren is beside himself with grief and the love between them becomes a legend amongst the Saved San.

The Elidorsan extend their protection to all life in the universe, ensuring that civilisations are allowed to develop in peace and harmony and stepping in to address any imbalance.  During a visit to the Saved San world Deyka and Mora encounter a strange being in a stolen alien craft.  They question the Idor about this and the reaction shocks them.  The Idor are afraid, there now begins a deadly search as a new evil encroaches on the universes, an evil that the Idor have been keeping a secret.

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FIRST CHAPTER

CHAPTER ONE

Shoshten strode down the corridor deep in thought. It had been almost a year since he had heard from or spoken to Thr. He could still feel the Idor’s presence in his mind, but no direct communication or instruction had been given by the Leader of the Idor. The whereabouts and progress of Deyka’s forces outside of the Idor home world remained unknown. Shoshten sighed, closing his eyes as he expanded his consciousness beyond the city of Elidorsan and into the sister cities spread out across the beautiful planet.

Thr city was as ever under the diligent direction of Amroth, his first mate, and she acknowledged his mind with a gentle caress, their newborn babe in her arms. Escoora wriggled and giggled at the touch of her father then fell asleep once more. He smiled to himself and directed his attention to Csjn city where his first son and second in command, Merkan, resided.

As always, Merkan responded instantly with a full daily report on all the mundane business of the city that had transpired since Shoshten’s absence. He listened patiently, only half aware of what his capable caretaker was telling him. Confirming his satisfaction on how things were going, Shoshten made his leave and brought his mind back to Elidorsan and the reason for his visit. Mora was now expecting her first son and he hoped that Deyka would be back soon to be there for the birth. She was with a gaggle of healers now. He smiled to himself at how her sharp temper must be pushed to the limit with the fussing and cooing going on around her.

Taking a deep breath, he spread his mind out far across the planet and touched the cities of the San people. It was up to him to assist Mora in her duties and this was one of the most difficult. It took a strong mind to cover the distance to reach the other cities, and because there was only one Elidorsan representative in each of them, they could not help him in any way. He spread his mind like a soft blanket over the cities and ‘read’ the energies emanating from its people.

Chai city was as usual calm and peaceful, an air of efficiency and productivity emanating from its many inhabitants. The bloodline of his grandfather continued to produce competent and benevolent Chieftains to guide the city and its population. Shoshten knew he was the image of his grandsire, an asset he sometimes used to his advantage when visiting the city in person. It had been eleven thousand years since Karuc ruled but his legacy was legendary. The direct son of Remruc and Eriya, his bloodline was given almost mythical status by the people of Chai. They were fiercely proud of their strength and the number of citizens chosen to become Elidorsan and join the ranks of the Elite.

Shifting his mind, Shoshten moved steadily across the plain to Doona, a city that had a troubled past but which now seemed serene and settled. The bloodline of Aroth was good and true, with the shame of their history weighing heavily on the citizens. They seemed to strive even harder to be the best of the San people. No unease or unrest could be detected here, just a quiet diligence and steadiness that was encouraging. Shoshten made a mental note to visit the city of his first mate again soon.

Swinging to the south over the vast forests, he found the city of Nemn shining like a jewel in a sea of foliage and trees. A sharpness and edge instantly alerted him. The feeling from the city was so different from the others; it was jagged and staccato as an undertone of disquiet emanated upwards. He could not get a fix on what the issues were so, pulling back, he gritted his teeth and tried to fight down the feeling of unease that now churned inside him. It looked like he had done a sweep just in time.

Making his way to the Chieftain’s apartments, Shoshten waited politely in the reception rooms till the healers were finished with Mora, although he suspected it would be more the other way around.

“Yes, yes, thank you, I will.” The hurried thought spilt out into the public lines as Mora ushered the four healers from her rooms. “No really, you don’t have to…” The colouring of her thoughts was starting to change from polite to irritated. She gritted her teeth at their fussing and tried to dampen the urge to punch them.

Sensing her mood, the healers quickly withdrew and made their way out of reach of her temper. Shoshten smiled and pulled a face at her as she struggled to regain control.

“My Lady Mora, are you in good health?” Shoshten politely enquired, his mental shields up for the stinging reply.

“Your health will be in question, brother dear, if you don’t stop teasing!” Mora eased her aching frame into a chair. “I’m just about to burst with this monster of a child. The sooner he is born, the better.”

The acidity in her tone did not dissipate when talking about her infant and Shoshten noticed the lack of warmth in her mind. Mora it seemed was not mother material. Perhaps it would improve when the child was born, he thought to himself.

“I have completed my monthly sweep of the cities; all is well except for Nemn. There is an edge that was not there last time. I think I might pay them a surprise visit, unless of course you have had any reports from your council and the resident Chieftain that I should be aware of? Who, by the way, is the current Chieftain?”

Shoshten poured himself a drink as he waited for Mora’s response. She wrinkled her brow in thought as she mentally went through the list of Chieftains of the Nemn. It was difficult sometimes to keep track; time had no meaning for the Elidorsan so often decades could pass for them in the blink of an eye.

“I think the current Chieftain is Lady Sonek. She is aged but able with a son waiting to take her place. The last reports from the Elidorsan stationed there did not mention any problems, but I could get the reports from the records for you to look at before you venture into unknown territory.”

Mora smiled to take the sting out of her mood. She really could not wait for her son to be born; it was so frustrating for her fit and lean frame to be encumbered so. The child within was silent. Even he was aware of her lack of attachment and so kept all interaction to a minimum. Mora sent instructions to her staff to bring up the records required whilst she flipped through the files of potential candidates for second mates for Deyka. She had no intention of getting over-involved with the raising of this child and was intent on finding a suitable candidate to carry out the majority of the work.

Shoshten watched with growing concern. Mora barely hid her thoughts and feelings about being pregnant and he knew that Deyka was unaware of her plans for a second mate. Once again, he sent a message to Thr for assistance, his plea echoing emptily in his head, but there was no reply. Sitting down opposite Mora, he sipped his drink. He had deliberately not made one for her and was waiting to see if she even noticed. After a few minutes she glanced his way, a scowl flashing across her pretty face as she saw the cup in his hand.

“Am I not even worth the thought of a beverage then?” she snapped, “Do I have to do everything myself?” She made to rise and Shoshten placed a hand on her arm.

“I am sorry, I thought you had just finished, you know what the healers are like for their herbal drinks.” She snatched her arm away, nodding towards the canisters in the corner. Shoshten realised she was not going to be more forthcoming, but he had succeeded in his goal of reaching her child.

Shoshten had been trained most carefully by Thr, his skills in mind-meld, communication and control excelling even the legendary Sorta’s. He knew that a fleeting touch was all he needed to establish a link with Mora’s child without her knowing. He was concerned with what he had felt. He poured Mora a blend of Chai’s finest leaves and placed the steaming cup next to her on the table strewn with files.

“See anyone you like?” he asked, keeping his mind carefully neutral.

“There are one or two who are older and more experienced in childcare that I think will be good. We don’t need a warrior. I am more than proficient in that area, but what about a textile specialist or merchant? Those are good trades with an emphasis on diplomacy and an ability to negotiate. I mean, it seems all the Idor have for us now is this boring humdrum life with nothing to do but maintain the harmony on this world.” She finished her thought with a sigh and a distant look. Shoshten moved carefully onto a new line of thought.

“I think they would be excellent choices for… what name have you chosen for your child, Mora?” he asked innocently. Mora looked at him sharply, her mind trying to prise any hidden meaning behind his enquiry. He skilfully blocked her attempts without her even knowing and continued.

“I mean, it would be nice to be able to refer to him by a name, wouldn’t it?” Mora glanced away and tried to stand up, knocking the cup over as she did so. “It’s alright, I will get it,” said Shoshten as he caught the cup with his mind and managed to scoop all the liquid back in before it hit the floor. Mora looked at him with admiration.

“That was very quick, my brother, your skills are really tuned. What else can you do?” For a moment Shoshten thought she suspected what he had done, and his heart missed a beat. Covering up his hesitation, he smiled and stood up.

“I can study the files on the Chieftains in a matter of minutes and transport myself to Nemn in even less time.” He finished his statement with a bow and turned to face the archivists as they entered the room with the appropriate information. “Unless you need me for anything else, Mora, I will take my leave and try to find the cause of the unease.” Mora gave him a small smile which quickly vanished as he turned and left the room.

“This is not good,” Shoshten said to himself, “she is changing by the day and not for the better.” Again, he tried to contact Thr and again he was ignored. Gritting his teeth in frustration, he marched from the rooms and back along the corridor hoping to find a solution to the problem.

 

Deyka flashed orders to his fleet of ships simultaneously as they cruised quietly through the silent space between galaxies. He couldn’t understand why the Idor wanted him to carry out this mission. They were under strict orders not to engage with any lifeforms they encountered and instead were mapping specific star systems which seemed to follow no coherent pattern. He sighed to himself, longing with every part of his being to be back home with Mora and his unborn son.

Deyka was not stupid. He knew Mora was not pleased about being pregnant but saw it as her duty to provide an heir. Surely, she understood that the Idor might not select this child to be one of the Elite? He was anxious that they might face the heartache of seeing their child grow old and die. Only now could he fully understand the pain that Remruc and Eriya went through with Karuc. Part of him wondered if this was why Mora was so distant with the child; perhaps she was trying to protect herself from possible trauma.

He was pulled from his thoughts by an alert from one of his scout ships. He easily reached across the distance and linked directly with the captain of the ship. “Yes, Carnth, I am listening.” He settled into his seat to ‘see’ what Carnth was viewing.

On the screens in front of the captain was a formation of the strange crafts they had encountered in a previous star system. They looked more advanced, and their propulsion systems were more efficient, allowing them to travel at much faster speeds. The basic design was the same, though, and Deyka was sure they were flown by the same species.

It made him wonder how long his people had been travelling in this universe. Time had no meaning for them and the Idor home world existed outside time and space, making it difficult for Deyka to get a reference point on which to judge the length of their trip. All they had been doing was systematically carrying out the Idor’s instructions, a task they had almost completed. It was obvious from the alien craft that the civilisation that had built them had advanced considerably since their last encounter; for them at least, a substantial period must have passed.

“I’m coming aboard, I would like to do a closer sweep.” Deyka finished his thought and stood up, expanding his mind easily to link directly with the distant ship. Focusing his will, he slipped his body between the reality of this universe and back again, reappearing on Carnth’s flight deck.

“My Lord.” Carnth bowed low and indicated that Deyka take his seat. As he sat down the screens flashed out statistical data on the ships. “We may need to conceal ourselves,” advised Carnth, “It seems their sensors are far more advanced.”

Nodding to his crew, he gave the command to hide his craft. The walls hummed and vibrated as the ship balanced itself between the fabric of time and space and this reality, effectively invisible to any mechanical detection device. They crept closer and scanned the ships for lifeforms.

“They look like us, my Lord. Not as substantial maybe, but very similar.”  Carnth mused to himself as he looked at the bio readings he was receiving.

Deyka leaned closer to the screen. His interest in these aliens was a mystery to him; perhaps it was because they were so like the San that he was curious. Very few lifeforms that they had encountered in the last universe they had fought in looked anything like the San. He wondered who these people were and what they were doing out here in this lonely place.

“Can we predict their course and destination?” Deyka asked, “I would like to know where they are going and how long it will take them to get there.” He waited patiently as Carnth’s crew pressed buttons and touched screens, building the data from the star charts they had already received from the Idor.

As the answers came up on the screen in front of him, he was disappointed. The region of space that the ships were heading into had not been programmed into the ships by the Idor. It seemed they did not want the Elidorsan in that area. Deyka’s instructions took him far away to the other side of this universe.

Smiling to himself, he bade farewell to the alien craft as they journeyed on their way. “It seems we will never know, Carnth. Thank you for your hospitality, carry on.” He gave the captain back his seat and moved once more through space onto his own ship.

He was still perturbed about the other race he had seen. Unable to rid himself of his curiosity, he made his way back to his quarters and tried to still his mind with a game of chance. It took a long time before he was calm and tired enough to rest, but it was not a peaceful sleep. Instead, he fought the Cuc once more on Surn, only they did not look like Cuc; they looked like San.

 

Shoshten poured over the reports looking for any clues as to the unrest he sensed in the city, but there did not seem to be anything obvious. Lady Sonek had been diligent in her management, meeting regularly with her Elidorsan contact and sending goods to the city of Csjn to trade. All appeared well, which made him even more perturbed about what he had felt. Was it possible that Lady Sonek did not have as tight a control on her people as she thought? Something was missing, a piece of information that could not be found in papers or writing.

Steeling himself, Shoshten made a quick check of his travel pack which contained a change of clothing and a utility belt with lightweight weapons that could be easily concealed. He paused to consider whether to wear battle armour or if this would create even more ripples. Deciding it would be best to make it appear a courtesy visit, he readied himself.

Reaching out, he searched for the mind of the Elidorsan contact for the city of Nemn. “Good day to you, Duren, how are you this fine day?” His thoughts were light and cheerful, belying his anxiety.

“My Lord Shoshten, it is a pleasure to hear from you. I am most well, thank you. Are you planning a visit?” Duren was neutral in his response, instantly alerting Shoshten.

Without further communication, he locked onto Duren’s position in the city and moved through space to appear next to him. “Yes, I thought I might,” he smiled as Duren turned to bow low, “Nemn is so beautiful at this time of year, I thought the clear air would do me good.” Shoshten noted the guarded nature of Duren’s formal reply.

“I hope you are pleased with the air of the city during your stay.” Duren managed to glance sideways as he spoke, indicating they were not entirely alone. Following his lead, Shoshten indicated that he would like to be assigned quarters as he intended to stay for a few days. He lightly searched the mental frequencies to locate who might be eavesdropping.

A murmur of consciousness floated nearby; a San by the feel of the thought, and not too good at hiding his presence. Duren led the way. As they passed an offshoot corridor, a San dressed in serving clothes almost walked into them. Bowing deeply, he apologised profusely and made his way out of the hallway. Shoshten did well to hide his displeasure before he scanned the private lines for any other unwelcome listeners.

Only once he was sure there was no one to hear his thoughts did he speak to Duren. “What was that about?”

“I’m sorry, my Lord, I have been trying to find somewhere private to send you a message, there are spies everywhere listening into all frequencies I can use. Any of the reports I send are double checked before being issued so I was unable to get word to you of this growing problem.”

“Is the Lady Sonek behind this? Are they, her spies?”

“No, my Lord, she is a true and noble Lady, she would be devastated to learn that…” Duren suddenly stopped and immediately went back to a public frequency, “…the latest crop of fruit has just been gathered. I understand it has been a plentiful harvest and the roorstas are most juicy and sweet. You really must try some whilst you are here, my Lord Shoshten.”

As he finished, they passed a San guard at one of the doorways, his antagonistic feelings towards the Elidorsan barely disguised as they passed. Resisting the urge to kill him where he stood, Shoshten and Duren continued their seemingly leisurely stroll to the guest apartments. Once inside, both scanned all frequencies to find a closed private line.

“Who is behind this and what is going on?” Shoshten’s thoughts were red with fury.

Duren motioned to him to calm down. “It is Lady Sonek’s son, Turol. He is a little tired of waiting for his mother to pass into the void and for him to take leadership. I spend most of my time guarding her. She, of course, does not realise this but as yet none of Turol’s spies have dared harm her in my presence. But I fear, my Lord, that their respect for the Elidorsan is waning. It is only a matter of time before she is helped on her journey, then I know that Turol will show his hand.”

Shoshten’s mind was in turmoil. He was not sure how long it had been in San years since the great Remruc and Curmer had fought their heroic battle, and the San people mourned their passing.

Then the San knew that it was the Elidorsan who protected them, and the powers of the Elite were respected, if not a little feared. The great Lady Sorta had stepped in once before a long time ago in Doona and demonstrated the awesome powers they held by removing the despot Chieftain and his followers.

It seemed that the people had forgotten what had transpired and, once again, things were out of balance in the San. What the ordinary people did not know was that any disorder or disharmony was not going to go unnoticed by the Idor. The lives of all the San, Elite or not, depended on the peace of this world being undisturbed.

“How long do you think it has been, Duren, for these San since our great Chieftains left for the void?”

Duren thought for a moment before answering Shoshten. “History is not really my strong point, my Lord, but a rough guess would be around two, maybe three thousand of their years. For us it seems like yesterday.” Duren lowered his head in sorrow and respect for his beloved Chieftains.

Sitting down, Shoshten motioned for Duren to relax and join him. He needed to be careful and find out the extent of the dissent. The San people had gradually developed their own culture, and subtle changes in their temperaments and minds had not gone unnoticed by the Elidorsan. Fewer and fewer had been chosen from their ranks to become the Elite.

The other two cities were loyal to their ancient customs and their guardians, but this resentment had managed to fester and grow in Nemn. Right under the noses of the Elidorsan of Csjn, the city under his guidance.

The rule of that city would soon pass to Merkan and if he, Shoshten had missed the unrest, there would be little chance of his inexperienced son picking it up. Shoshten knew the fault lay with him, and his lack of attention. So, he would have to find a solution and fix the problem before the Idor became involved. Although Shoshten was quite sure they would already be aware of it.

This was the only consolation he had. If the Idor had thought this to be of any real importance, they would have stepped in long ago. They obviously felt he could deal with it himself. Shoshten sighed then spoke quietly, “I think we must move cautiously here, Duren. I will speak to Lady Sonek about trivial matters, but I would like to assess her son as well, so make sure he is in attendance for the meeting.

We can use force if necessary to instil order, but I am loath to take such action as it could build even more resentment. I think we should be encouraging admiration and respect.

It seems that fewer San wish to become one of us and they are complacent in the safety of this world.” Shoshten started to unpack his travel bag. “I have brought weapons even though I shouldn’t need them. What armaments do you have?”

“The standard sword, axe and energy rod,” Duren replied, “The ancient weapons are more for show as these San no longer respect them. They have developed their own versions of the energy rods in secret.

There are Tarl that have been teaching the San for centuries and they have been putting their knowledge to good use. The weapons are no match for our power, but they don’t know this yet. I’m not sure about the other San cities. I doubt if they would condone such weapons, but you never know, this unrest may be deeper than we think.”

Duren sighed and made to leave. “I am so sorry I have not been able to keep you up to date with what is happening. I have tried to find friends amongst the citizens of this city; there are a few but not many. Most are indifferent and others almost hostile. I must admit, my Lord, that I have been hard pushed to contain my temper on many an occasion but, like you, I don’t think violence is the answer in this case.” He bowed as he made his leave. “I will arrange an audience with Lady Sonek and make sure Turol is in attendance.”

 

Shoshten finished unpacking and dressed himself in formal attire. He knew this meeting would be difficult and he wanted to keep Turol on his toes. An audience with an Elidorsan would normally be a very formal affair and a great honour, so Shoshten knew he could gauge the audacity of Turol simply by what he chose to wear.

He walked slowly out onto the balcony overlooking the city, scanning the energies around him. Resentment raced in his body, sending out discord and anger. It was so much more apparent now that he was in proximity.

Using his power, he pushed his calm and compassionate energy outwards, subtly influencing those nearest to the Chieftain’s halls and slowly releasing them from the agitation that bubbled underneath. He made sure his influence was set in their minds before bringing himself back to his own surroundings, a slight headache starting to build that he quickly suppressed. He sent another request to Thr, not really expecting an answer; again, his thoughts echoed hollowly in his own mind.

 

Mora sat brooding in her private rooms. She too had tried frequently to contact the Idor Yln but to no avail. She was secretly worried about her feelings of anger towards her child. She knew it was not normal. Every other mother she had seen had been delighted with their growing baby and could not wait till they were born and could hold them in their arms.

She felt inadequate somehow, a failure before she had even begun. Mora did not like to fail at anything. Taking a deep breath, she tried very hard to send comforting feelings to the babe within her, though it was difficult and forced. She was rewarded with a tentative wave of curiosity tinged with hopefulness, which went silent almost as soon as it had begun.

Fighting down the feelings of frustration, she went through her old study notes on Doona handling techniques. Surely if she could quiet her fighting spirit enough to handle the timid Lemath, she could control herself enough to speak to her child. She knew the baby was old enough to understand much of what she said and would respond to emotion, but try as she might, she frightened Cultok into silence every time she touched his mind.

Yes, she had named her son, but for some reason she would not share this name with anyone save Deyka, still so far away on his mission for the Idor. Why could she not quell the fire within her? It burned brightly and fiercely like her father’s spirit, threatening to engulf her completely. Perhaps she would find solace in the cave shrine to her parents.

Making her way out of the Chieftain’s apartments, Mora walked the long road to the crystal hills. She would not risk moving herself and her child through time and space, though it would have been much quicker.

Instead, she did the best she could with her awkward frame as she tackled the growing incline to the sacred ground. Pausing to catch her breath, she turned and looked down the roadway that allowed access for all the San to visit the Cave of the Chieftains.

It did not seem that long ago when this road was well worn with pilgrims, mostly from the San cities. They came to see for themselves the legendary leaders of their race, but now it was virtually deserted. Here and there a group of figures were either making their way up or down the hillside, deep in private conversation. Frowning, Mora turned and continued her journey.

The Elite guards at the entrance saw her approach and knelt before her. “My Lady Mora, we are honoured by your visit and would be honoured even more if you allow us to assist you.” Mora smiled warmly and nodded, still breathing hard from the effort of the climb.

One of the guards instantly rose and went inside to ready a seat for the Chieftain, whilst the other gently took her arm and sent his strength to her as she made her way inside. Mora had grown up on the planet of the Idor and did not have any knowledge of Surn, but all the guards around her had once lived on their old world. The primitive torches that lit the passage were a comfort to them and a reminder of days past.

She was escorted with honour by the Elite and entered the chamber of the crystal ring. Her heart skipped a beat and grief welled up inside her as she saw the images of her fathers, her mothers and the great El, their wise faces gazing down at her. A chair had been placed before the statues and she gratefully sat down, trying to quiet her mind. The guards discreetly left the chamber with two stationed just outside the doorway to give her privacy.

Having cleared her mind, Mora used her private line for her parents, even though she knew that like the Idor they would not reply. “Lord Remruc, my father, I am troubled. I have the heart of a warrior with your fire inside me urging me into combat, yet I must temper this drive for the sake of Cultok. I understand now why few of our warrior women have children. It is difficult to open your heart completely to another and to care for a child. I am struggling to do this and Cultok is the one who suffers.

I worry I will make him mind numb as he fears my power and senses my resentment, but I am not sure it is him that I resent or the situation I am in. I should be with Deyka, carrying out our mission and flying into danger or battle. This tedious life suffocates me, and I do try, I really do, but I need to be wild and carefree, which is the one thing I cannot be till Cultok is grown.

I may never be as wild a warrior again. I know you had to do this, my father, for Karuc, Deyka, Shoshten and me, yet you still were fierce and fought for our people. How did you keep an open heart for us and your warrior heart for our enemies? It seems beyond my reach.”

Mora turned in her seat to regard the statue of her mother, set to the side of the cavern. “Lady Eriya, my mother, your fire also burns in me yet you were a healer with care and compassion; was it your soft touch that supported my father? He was fortunate that you were always by his side. I am lost without my love and afraid without the Idor.

Shoshten suspects there is a problem; his clever mind is sharper than any I have seen. He reminds me so much of you, Lord Curmer, not only in looks but in depth of heart.

He has the heart of a diplomat, fair and noble, but deep inside he is of Lord Remruc’s blood and the embers of warrior spirit smoulder within him, waiting to burst into full flame should they be needed. How can he find balance in life when I am so lost?”

Mora sighed, the tight grip of grief and loss closing around her heart. “I wish I had listened more to your words of wisdom and guidance when you walked with us in this world. I thought you would never be taken from me, immortal and eternal as the Idor themselves. I don’t think I can do this task of parenthood. I fear for my sanity and that of my child, yet I know Deyka would be furious to learn that I am searching for a second mate without his consent. He would be devastated to think I hate Cultok so much.”

Mora fell silent and listened to the echoes around her. She let her mind drift, empty and alone in the blackness of nothing. Closing her eyes, she steadied her breathing and felt the peace, silence and tranquillity of the cave surround her, slowly seeping into her body and wrapping her rage in velvet folds.

She gradually became aware of the total lack of thought or sound. The silence in her mind was overwhelming, an alien concept to the Elidorsan who were always aware of the thrum of the Idor and their world. Mora felt this silence was familiar somehow. A faint memory from early childhood filtered into her mind; a blackness, nothingness surrounding her, taking away all feeling, all sense of being. This was the place before the void; she knew that as surely as she knew her own name. “Yln!” Her mind screamed for the Idor to find her and bring her back.

“I am here,” the Idor answered nonchalantly, the lack of communication for over a year with Mora seemingly meaningless. Mora felt relief wash over her. At last, Yln was here, at last her guidance could be sought.

“Where am I, Yln, why can I not see or feel anything?”

“You are in my mind, Mora, you are safe. I have been listening to you and must now tell you what we Idor will do.” The tone of thought from Yln was not comforting; it was distant, almost cold. “Cultok will be taken from you. You will not bear your child.” Mora was stunned, then ashamed that relief was one of the emotions that flowed through her, quickly followed by sorrow and outrage.

“Yln, you cannot kill my child, why would you even suggest such a thing!” Mora felt fear and desperation grow inside her, but she was not sure if she was afraid of losing Cultok or of Deyka’s devastation and grief when he returned. She knew that she could not stop the Idor from doing what they wanted. She could only try to reason and beg that they change their minds, knowing she had brought this horror upon herself.

“I will try harder, I promise. I am doing my best. I will raise him, and you will be proud, wait and see.” Her thoughts tumbled one after the other in desperation. “Please don’t take him from me.”

“It has already been done.” Without anything further to say, Yln dropped Mora back into her body, a body that was now empty of the life that had been growing there. Silence fell once more.

“No!” Mora’s anguish crashed into her public mind as she fell from the chair, the bulge now gone, her lean figure returned. The guards ran to her aid and lifted her from the floor, their strength and concern flowing through her, a lifeline for her mind to grasp hold of.

“My Lady, what has happened?” one of the guards exclaimed when he saw that she was clearly no longer pregnant. He looked around the cave with bemusement, half expecting to see a newborn babe in the dust.

“Cultok is gone, he has gone,” was all Mora managed to whisper as she lost consciousness and collapsed.

 

Yln ground her teeth in frustration. She hated carrying out these instructions and she hated not communicating with Mora or her other Elidorsan. Most of all she hated being the cause of Mora’s anguish. “Thr, must it be so, must we follow this path?”

“Indeed, we must. Cultok was never meant to be raised as pure San, his power will be such that only we Idor are fit to instruct and guide him. This we must do before he even fully develops.” Thr’s quiet response was tinged with sadness.

“Can I not tell Mora; can we not explain ourselves? These Elidorsan have been more than loyal, more than worthy of our trust. Why must we hide this path from them?” Yln moved herself through the intangible world of the Idor and their city of light, Cultok safely cocooned and carried before her. She gently placed him on a cloud of floating energy and crooned a strange thrumming song to him. He in turn harmonised instinctively with the sound, bringing more to the melody.

The energy cloud around him changed as it grew and drew form from the song. Together Yln and Cultok shaped and created the energy; in Yln’s mind it took shape and solid form. When they had finished, a strange feathery creature lay before them, not unlike the flyers but more delicate and softer.

“Look what we have done, Cultok, isn’t it lovely?” Yln whispered to the babe who showered the creature with feelings of love and hope. Pushing with her mind, Yln breathed life into the being, which flapped and flopped around trying to make sense of its existence. In a flash it was transported into the physical world of the Idor realm where it found a niche to grow and survive.

“He is indeed very powerful, Thr, but I fear he must learn how to be a San as well. We know nothing of raising these creatures. We have watched and learned, but we are not San.”

Thr pondered on her thoughts, his many eyes viewing the possibilities of chance and multiple paths of choice. He knew she was correct. Several options lay before him, but he was not yet sure which would be the best.

“Perhaps you could console Mora. Let her know he is not in their void, but you must do this when Deyka returns and not before. Mora would do best to regret her actions of late and she must learn a lesson from this. Let her think over what has happened, and we will see if she has tempered her fiery spirit.”

“Will she not be angry with us? Could this not jeopardise our relationship with them?”

“She will not hate us, no. She will hate herself first then it will be you she will turn to when you see her again. It will be you who must rebuild her spirit, make her strong to face the challenge that lies before her. This lesson in self-control is a hard one but I can see no other way of teaching her without risking Cultok being damaged and ruined. His power is too great for that. It would end up being used in anger instead of love and we have both seen that path before. The Idor will not risk this again.

“No Yln, this is the best option I can see. She is already regretting her actions and understanding the results of her angry feelings. She does not blame us but blames herself and we must let her do this for a little longer. Now, you will be too busy to care for Cultok, we need someone else…” Thr pondered on the best Idor for the job. “Let Ank take on this task, at least until Cultok is ready to be fully in the physical world, then perhaps we may also look for a suitable San.” With that Thr moved his energy elsewhere, carrying out his task of guidance for the Idor.

Yln caressed Cultok once more as Ank appeared to take over. Both Idor linked minds and exchanged thoughts on how best to instruct the little San, their light spinning in dizzying spirals around the sleeping form of Cultok.

 

“That’s it at last,” Deyka sighed as he punched the final data into the ships’ systems, “It has been a long time but now we can go home.” He relayed the joyful news to the rest of his fleet, smiling at the overwhelming sense of relief and the excitement of going back to Idor.

Ordering the ships to rendezvous, he instructed his second in command to make the preparations for the final jump back through the fabric of reality and to the space between. He knew it would take a short while for all the ships to be ready, so he wandered back to his quarters to rest and relax.

Thinking of his favourite snack, Deyka accessed the store of organic chemicals and rearranged them into the correct structure to form a meal which appeared magically before him. Idly he doodled with his mind on a piece of paper, images appearing on the page as he willed them into existence.

Suddenly he started to wonder if there was any real pattern to the systems they had mapped. The computers did not show anything, but Deyka’s mind was far more powerful than any machine. He constructed a 3D image of light points in front of him, each representing a star system. It did look random with a few gaps here and there as they by-passed galaxies the Idor did not seem interested in. He rotated the image first one way then another, still seeing nothing. Frowning, he tried a more radical approach and turned the image inside out. He almost choked on his food as the picture coalesced in front of him.

It took Deyka a few minutes to regain his composure as he stared in shock at the image. Quickly he dispelled the lights and sat in brooding silence, trying to come to terms with what he had seen and what it might mean for all of them.

“All ships ready to go, my Lord.” The command nearly made him jump out of his skin.

“Thank you, Skorl, I will be there shortly,” he managed to reply, his mind still reeling with possible explanations for what he had discovered. A little unsteady on his feet, Deyka made his way back to the flight deck and prepared to take his fleet home, knowing that he must confront Csjn and demand to be told why.

 

It was nearly evening in Nemn when Shoshten was finally summoned to a late meeting with the Lady Sonek. The light rods in the city had begun to glow and it always delighted Shoshten to watch the sparkling-coloured streaks dance across the buildings below.

Nemn was truly a beautiful city. The buildings glistened, reflecting the sunlight by day and the rod light by night, the architects having cleverly combined practical lighting with aesthetic light art. It was such a contradiction to the darkness now spreading throughout its people. It was with a heavy heart that he and Duren made their way to the audience room of the Nemn Chieftain.

“My Lord Shoshten, I am deeply honoured by your visit.” Lady Sonek rose slowly from her chair as the two Elidorsan entered the room. She smiled warmly, the tone of her thoughts welcoming and humble. “And Duren, my good friend, I am so pleased you can join us.” She gracefully extended her hand as Duren gently guided her back to her seat.

“Is Turol not joining us?” Duren asked politely in neutral tones, “I thought I had extended the invitation to both of you.” He glanced at Shoshten, whose face was dark with anger at such an insult at having not been met by both hosts.

Lady Sonek hesitated with obvious embarrassment. “He has been delayed but will be here as soon as possible, my deepest apologies for this inconvenience. May I offer you refreshments?” She motioned for a Tarl to bring over drinks.

“May I have the honour of tasting, my Lady?” Duren quickly intercepted the bottle and poured a glass for himself which he drank before she could answer. “An excellent brew, you spoil us both.” He smiled and poured Lady Sonek a glass, catching Shoshten’s shocked look before offering a glass to him. “My Lord, you really must try this year.”

Shoshten was taken aback; surely Duren did not suspect that Turol would poison his own mother? Lady Sonek seemed unaware of the exchange between her two guests and continued with small talk regarding harvests and yields.

Shoshten only half-listened as he silently counted the length of time it was taking for Turol to arrive. A commotion outside the door heralded the entrance of the errant Lord and Shoshten had to grip the arms of his chair to control his fury. Turol entered still dusty and grimy from sport hunting Mantelos, a distinctly distasteful pastime that the Nemn people seemed to have taken up.

He threw himself down in a chair opposite Shoshten and smiled at him insolently. “So sorry I’m late, Lord Shoshten, Duren.” He barely glanced at the other Elidorsan. “I just got carried away with things and completely forgot the time.”  Grinning, he reached for the bottle.

“Allow me,” Shoshten interjected. Before Turol could grasp the bottle, it floated off the table along with an empty glass. Turol’s smile quickly faded as he watched Shoshten pour the drink in mid-air while idly dusting down his sleeve. The glass floated in front of Turol’s eyes. He tentatively plucked it out of the air as the bottle was gently placed on the table.

Duren could barely conceal his smile. Shoshten rarely demonstrated the awesome power he held, and Duren had never in his last one hundred years of service in Nemn shown anyone what he could do. There were no living Nemn that knew what the Elite were capable of. Although there were whispered stories about their abilities, this was the first time Turol had seen an example.

“So sorry I couldn’t change, I thought it best I come in straight away and not leave you waiting any longer.” The subdued tones from Turol told Shoshten that he had made an impression.

“Of course, I fully understand, you were quite correct. I was becoming… restless with the waiting.” Shoshten paused long enough to give Turol a cold stare, causing him to stiffen in his chair.

Sensing the mood, Lady Sonek quickly interjected, trying to calm the situation down. “My Lord Shoshten here has been telling me how much he enjoys our city at this time of year.” She looked to Duren for support.

Before he could speak, Turol replied, “I see. It is such a pity that he has not had time to visit us for, oh now, let me think… how long has it been, my Lord?” Turol returned the stare with a sly smile on his lips.

“I think your great grandfather was alive the last time I visited. Time passes so quickly for me.” Shoshten gritted his teeth, refusing to be baited.

“Ah yes, that’s correct… it must be difficult for you when dealing with us lesser San, we must seem so unimportant.” Turol’s tone was more than insolent; it was downright provocative.

Shoshten considered his reply carefully. “It is unfortunate that you think so. We see it differently. We see the joy in the lives of those we protect as they grow and flourish.” Although he used neutral tones, it was obvious that Shoshten was not amused.

“Quite…” Turol smiled and turned to Lady Sonek, “My mother, isn’t it such an honour that Lord Shoshten visits us in our lifetime? We must consider ourselves very lucky indeed.” Duren was livid and Shoshten had to flash a warning to him to show restraint. Lady Sonek didn’t know where to look; she was mortified at her son’s behaviour and could barely form a reply. Whilst she struggled to gather her thoughts, Duren gently interceded.

“Lady Sonek, you look fatigued, perhaps we can continue our discussions later once you are rested? It will give you, Lord Turol, time to change into something more appropriate.” He rose and offered his arm to the elderly Chieftain. “Let me escort you to your quarters. I’m sure Lord Shoshten will not mind, he knows his way to the guest rooms, and it is such a pleasant walk on such a lovely evening.” Duren continued to guide her out of the room as he spoke.

Shoshten considered his options as he watched them leave. He could kill this San where he sat and be done with it, but that would solve nothing and drive the resentment of these people deeper. No, he must find out what exactly the problem was and resolve it, even if it meant suffering more insults from this upstart.

“Would you like company on your walk, Lord Shoshten?” Turol sneered, “I could ask one of the Tarl servants to go with you, it will let you get to know the lower orders better.” He poured himself another drink and pointedly did not offer any to Shoshten.

“No, thank you, I think the beauty of your city is best enjoyed in silence.”  Shoshten rose and left the room, the mocking tone of Turol’s mood burning a fury inside him.

 

Mora sat on the window bench with her arms clasped tightly around her legs, her knees tucked under her chin. She gently rocked backwards and forwards, her mind a turmoil of guilt and sorrow. Senior healer Tonlask sat opposite, sending waves of comfort, and understanding as he mulled over what she had said.

His Idor Hdk had not been silent during this time. When he had questioned why the Idor had killed the child, the response had been simply, “Have we ever harmed a San?” This brought some hope to Tonlask that there was something much more important going on. He was very clear on how he must proceed and what he was not to tell Mora; instead, he tried to console her as best he could.

Slowly he mixed a herbal drink with vitalising properties to ease her shock. It was going to be difficult to get her to take anything, but he was very patient and was not about to leave her. Eventually, Mora looked up and blinked in mild surprise that Tonlask was still there.

He was young by Elidorsan standards having only been recruited from Chai thirty years ago or more. It was a credit to him that he had reached such a high standard of expertise in such a short time; she trusted him completely.

“Ah, I have your attention now, my Lady,” he smiled gently as he offered her the drink, “Now don’t wrinkle your nose at me, you’re still under my care and I know this will help.” He watched carefully as she grudgingly took the medicine. “Well, that will make you feel a bit better.” Tonlask took her hand and sent his compassion and strength to her. He knew she blamed herself for wishing this to happen and it was unfortunate that she was a first mate and a warrior. If only she had been second mate, then she would not have had to bear children. It was well known that warrior females did not have many maternal instincts.

“You perhaps cannot see any hope at present,” he continued, trying to catch her eye, “this is going to be a test in trust, my Lady. You must trust that what will be will be.”

“How can I tell Deyka?” she whispered back, her thoughts coloured with sorrow, “I have failed as a mate and as a Chieftain, I know I will have no more children.”

Tonlask sighed. It was obvious that she had inherited at least some of her mother’s instincts and had already guessed what they had not told her. “I don’t deserve to go on, I don’t deserve the gift of the Idor, they should not have chosen me, I am not worthy…” Her mind tumbled away as she punished herself for her failings.

“The Idor know what they are doing, they can see what we cannot. They would not have chosen you, Mora, if they felt you unworthy. You must trust that whatever they did, they did it because they thought it best. Now, we cannot see this at present, but I am sure it will be clear as time progresses. All you must do is trust.” He emphasised his thoughts with strong waves of confidence as he felt the herbal drink lift her mood.

They were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. Del entered the room quietly and cautiously approached them both. “I have just heard, Mora. I’m so very sorry.” She smiled nervously at Tonlask hovering just beyond Mora’s reach. “I am here if you need me, but I don’t know what help I can offer you.” Wringing her hands, she made to leave, unsure if she was even welcome.

“Oh Del, I need you more than ever, you understand the pain of loss. You have survived a greater tragedy than even this, yet you continue to guide us, even though I know to look at us brings nothing but painful memories for you.” Mora reached out for Del, stopping just before she took her hand. She knew that she disliked physical contact.

Del hesitated for only a moment before taking the proffered hand and easing Mora to her feet. “I look at you, Mora, and see your mother and father, both dear to my heart, and I know they live on. Yes, it can hurt, but you and Deyka are here and alive and that gives me comfort. What has happened to you I cannot understand but you must survive, go on and support Deyka. It will not be long before they return. You should meet him yourself and tell him what has happened.”

Del felt Mora pull away as she suggested this. “Be strong now, Mora. You are a warrior, a Chieftain and an Elidorsan. Use your training, show your honour and be there for him.” Holding her hand tightly, she started to lead Mora from the room.

Tonlask stood and took Mora’s other hand. “Let’s do this together, shall we?” He smiled encouragingly as they made their way to the flight fields outside the city.