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  Heart Stone

  Legends of the Fallen Book 8

  J.A. Culican

  H.M. Gooden

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  About the Author

  About the Author

  Acknowledgments

  Heart Stone © copyright 2019 J.A. Culican

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  Chapter 1

  I sat looking over the bow of the airship, trying to calm my breathing after the excitement of the previous few hours.

  We’d been incredibly lucky to return from the temple as Captain Baeley was apologizing to the dockmaster and backing toward the ship, ready to depart without us.

  While she’d managed to buy us some time, she’d finally worn out her welcome about the time we’d slipped onto the back of the ship. When she'd caught our movement, she snapped straight up and gave the dockmaster an obsequious smile, the cajoling tone turning into a cheery goodbye.

  I'd noticed his confused look at her abrupt about-face as we slunk below deck, but his satisfaction at getting his way had replaced it almost immediately.

  And that was why, barely five minutes later, we were back on Captain Baeley's airship, watching Bomrega Island disappear in the distance as we headed back to Starside, our mission complete.

  My bag weighed heavily around my neck and shoulder, and I absently flipped it to my lap.

  It was large enough to carry not only my notebook and writing stylus, but also the books I'd borrowed from the Library at Abrecem Secer, the paper Jarid had given me, and now, most importantly, the goblet I'd won from the magical orb inside the temple.

  It was the goblet which drew my attention now.

  I opened my satchel, drawing it out to examine it now I was in the safety of the ship. It was an average sized cup, suitable for a banquet, and on initial inspection appeared to be an ordinary, albeit pretty, item. I held the goblet, feeling its bronzed and ornately carved surface warm in a way metal shouldn’t. The same way the key from the Library had warmed when I’d entered the room. They were similar, acting in a way I’d never seen before.

  In the temple on Bomrega, I hadn't even been certain what I was looking for. I’d merely been following a series of symbols I’d discovered in the Library, in a textbook Jarid wasn't supposed to show me in the first place. I'd followed the symbols all the way to a hidden room, which no one had been in before. This had angered and frightened Luban, the head Librarian, enough he’d posted guards and Jarid had expressed fear his job was no longer secure.

  The goblet itself wasn’t in any of the texts I’d researched, and I still wasn’t sure if the cup was a reward or punishment. The Library had been cryptic so far, and even now, safe on the flying ship racing away from the lawless, dragon clan ruled island, the images the orb had shared with me were disturbing. Scenes of my friends fighting and dying, the feeling deep within me all of this was possible. Knowing if I couldn't solve this problem, I would go down fighting as well.

  I'd learned something about myself I hadn't expected to today. I'd always thought myself a scholar, an elf of wisdom and learning. I’d always felt constricted by the bounds of my nobility and the idea I was good for nothing except an advantageous marriage. I had never thought of becoming a warrior in anything other than abstract terms, or perhaps a way to get out of my duties to marry.

  At least, not since my teen years when Father had firmly halted the notion I was to follow in my brother's footsteps.

  The orb had shown me a different side. My inner drive to fight was there and shone as strongly as the Librarian within. The idea I was a warrior as much as a scholar was confounding yet had a rightness and filled something I hadn’t known was missing until I’d met its challenge. Somehow, I felt I was now complete, and marveled at what my quest for knowledge had brought.

  I turned the goblet over in my hands, the metal still slightly warm at my touch and had a sudden realization. I knew what our next step was. Excitement bubbled inside me. I stood, placing the goblet in my satchel, and headed to find my friends.

  I found Will first, standing near the stern with Captain Baeley. I couldn't hear what they were saying from where I was but given the recent events, I imagined he was filling her in.

  She’d been casting surreptitious glances at me as I approached while he talked, and I nodded my head once before turning to look for the others.

  Sel had taken up a perch on the side near where they were conversing, leaning over to watch the scenery fly by as he had on our way to the island.

  I watched him, not even trying to suppress a smile at his excitement. I couldn’t help thinking how much he’d grown and changed during our trip. I’d always known he carried a spark of adventure inside. His wondering spirit had become obvious with every new bump in the road to find the goblet.

  He’d risen to each obstacle with a grace above his age and had impressed me.

  At first, I feared he would die following me out of his sense of duty. He was my servant, after all. But watching his character mold under hardship, I’d quickly understood he was helping me for the same reason I was on my quest in the first place. To do something good and stop the evil spreading through our world.

  My guilty conscience eased somewhat as I acknowledged that fact, even though, if anything happened to him, I’d still feel responsible.

  Gwen was nowhere to be seen on deck. Deciding to check on her before bothering the others, who seemed content where they were, I headed below deck to find her exactly where I thought I would; curled up with her wolves.

  I paused to watch them. They weren’t sleeping, but I had no idea what was passing between the four of them. I could tell she was communicating with them in her own way as they stared at each other calmly, as if they were somewhere different than the small bunk room.

  Sometimes, I felt Gwen was more wolf than elf, which didn't bother me the way it should have, or the way it bothered the other elves in the Low Forest, which had led to her living alone in a treehouse outside of town. Our relationship had changed as well, strengthened, becoming something more than mere friendship during our journey, even if I didn’t ha
ve the words to describe it.

  I stepped onto a board which creaked loudly, announcing my presence.

  She looked up, untangling herself as she slid into a sitting position on the bunk and tilted her head. "Everything okay?" She seemed to be searching my face for trouble, so I smiled brightly to reassure her, which seemed to work as her shoulders relaxed and she leaned back against Swift.

  "Yes, everything’s fine. But I've been thinking…" I stepped closer, pausing when the wolves shifted their attention from her to me.

  She raised an eyebrow and before I could protest, the wolves jumped onto the floor, curling back up in a cozy puddle next to the bunk.

  "Thinking? I'm not entirely sure that's a good thing where you're concerned." She half-groaned, half-laughed as her deep forest green eyes twinkled with humor.

  I chuckled, sitting beside her on the bunk. "True, thinking does seem to have gotten us into a few scrapes. But now that I have the goblet, I think we need to go back to the Library."

  She flung an arm around my shoulders as she shot me a rueful smile.

  The action sent a warm wave of contentment coursing through me. It was so nice to have a friend like her.

  "I thought as much. I mean, what's a Librarian going to do but head back to the Library once their quest is over?"

  "That’s just the thing. I don't think our quest is over. In fact, I'm positive this is just the first piece of the puzzle. I know extremely little about the goblet I found. I’m sure it’s important to trapping Dag’draath and stopping his legions of darkness once and for all, but not how." I rose abruptly, feeling restless. As I paced across the tiny space, the wolves tracked me with their eyes, causing me to feel even more out of sorts. How could I impress how uncertain I was without appearing afraid?

  "My findings in the Library have led me this far, but they never mentioned a goblet. I didn't even have an inkling there was one involved until the room right before the strange globe with the magic energy where I found it. And getting to that room was even harder than making it through the challenges the Library set for me. I mean, if it hadn't been for an old spell I’ve known since I was small, I probably wouldn't have made it past the first room."

  She narrowed her eyes, tilting her head to the side as she examined me with an unusual thoroughness. "Interesting. You never mentioned you had magic before."

  I brushed her observation aside, uncomfortable with her inspection. "I don't, not really. I mean, I've never spent much time developing it. My sister, Cassiopeia, is the one who’s skilled in that department. I never thought it would be of much use in my daily life, and once I discovered books I had even less interest in magic, other than learning about it from a scholarly perspective."

  She raised her eyebrows. "Perhaps these tests are trying to tell you something."

  I dropped my chin, crossing my arms across my chest as if doing so would protect me from the worry filling me.

  "I know. Everything so far seems to have been designed to test me, to stretch me beyond what I think I’m possible of accomplishing. I've learned things frankly I wouldn't have believed I was capable of before I was forced into the situation."

  "Like the time you developed amazing and impossible fighting skills out of nowhere, taking down a giant slaver both a trained soldier and I were unable to beat with our far greater combat experience?"

  I grimaced, still unable to understand how it had been possible for an untrained bookworm to take down a scarred and ruthless human without an arsenal at my disposal. "Yeah. Not to mention the fact Kramson gave me a key to the library." I lifted it out of my shirt, moving closer to show her.

  Her eyes widened.

  I couldn't remember if I'd shown it to her before, but since my adventure in the temple, it had glowed with a warmth I was sure would be visible to others if I took it out of my shirt, which I hadn't done before now.

  "When did it start doing that?" She held her hand out hesitantly, pulling back at the last moment before touching it with her fingers.

  "It started in the temple. It was important in conjunction with the vase. I'm not sure I would've made it to the final test if I hadn't put the two items together, but I’ve got no idea how I knew to do that."

  I leaned forward, my nose almost touching hers as I confided in her. It was hard to say the next part out loud. "The strangest thing about it all was I could almost hear something telling me what to do. There's no way I should have been able to recognize the vase was important in the first place. It was the plainest thing in the room."

  She exhaled, a light puff of air which stirred the hair beside my face. "It's obvious whatever’s happening is something you were meant to be a part of."

  Her eyes clouded, taking on a faraway look for several seconds before they sharpened and looked at me intently again. "You know I sometimes see things. Perhaps I don't understand what I see as well as Loglan and the centaurs do, but I know we have the potential to stop another Dark War if we work together. I think something, a being out there, maybe even a god we don't yet know or understand, wants you to succeed. I think it’s why we’ve been doing the things we have, even when nothing about it makes sense."

  As I considered her words, the same inner restlessness caused me to begin pacing again. After a few moments of exertion, I stopped and regarded her, a temporary calm replacing my anxiety.

  "I think you’re right. I think there’s something, or someone, there who is laying the steps. I want to find out who and why."

  We looked at each other. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking so I was surprised when she stood and gave me a hug. My arms reflexively went around her and for a moment, I enjoyed the warmth and peace of the unexpected embrace. My heart swelled as I realized again just how lucky I was to have her in my life.

  "Hey, am I interrupting something? I can come back later, if you prefer."

  I let go, whirling to see Will leaning in the doorway, one leg loosely crossed over the other as he twirled a piece of grass in his mouth.

  Where had he gotten grass on a flying ship? I shook my head at the randomness and brought my attention back to his question.

  "Nope. I was just saying we have to go back to the Library at Abrecem Secer. I need to get back into the Suun Room to find out why the goblet is important."

  He walked into the room, nodding his head thoughtfully.

  Sel appeared behind him and I smiled, including him in my next statement. "I’m certain the goblet is just the first item we have to find. I'm not as sure my plan will work, but one thing I learned in the temple was regardless of how much success I have, at least if I keep using the resources in the Library, I’m not giving up. One way or another, I plan to fight the darkness trying to take over Lynia to the end. I'd love to have you all with me along the journey, but I'll understand if things don’t work out."

  I cleared my throat, my voice becoming oddly thick as I remembered the visions I’d received from the orb. "It's meant a lot to me, your support thus far."

  I looked at everyone, but my eyes rested longest on Sel as I tried to impress my appreciation to him.

  He nodded, pressing his lips together as he silently acknowledged my gratitude. Growing up as a slave in Cliffside, I was sure thanks weren’t something he’d heard often from his elven masters before we’d met. While our relationship had never been strictly master and servant, it was only recently his demeanor had thawed and become more relaxed with me, allowing him to treat me as a friend.

  "Thank you, Rhin." His quiet words solidified my impression. In the past, he would have never addressed me by name in front of others, especially another elf, and hardly ever used it in private. It made me happier than I’d expected.

  I smiled and was about to speak again when Will blew a raspberry.

  "Yeah, yeah. Enough of this touchy-feely stuff. I had a feeling you might say such a thing, so I took the liberty when I was recounting our little adventure to Captain Baeley of instructing her to return to Starside and the Library. I hope I did go
od?" He raised an eyebrow as he watched me.

  I nodded, knowing the abrupt subject change was his way of dismissing the uncomfortably sentimental moment.

  He may have dismissed my thanks, but he sounded a smidge less sarcastic. He could pretend otherwise, but his actions showed me his sense of unity was as strong as mine.

  We lapsed into a companionable silence, going our own ways until the ship docked in Starside.

  The guys went above deck to watch the flight, and I curled up to do more research while Gwen napped with the wolves.

  Sooner than I realized, we were back to Starside and thanking the captain and her crew for their service.

  Will promised to pay her extra for her trouble the next time he saw her, and we headed back to the Library.

  With the wolves not allowed inside and the memory of the incident with the slaver still fresh in all our minds, I reluctantly said goodbye to them once we were safely at the Library.

  “Be safe, okay? I’m worried about you being alone in a strange city.”

  She raised an eyebrow, looking down at her wolves. “You know I’m never alone.”

  I growled in irritation and crossed my arms. “Fine, I’m worried when you’re not with me. If anything happens to you, I won’t know about it until it’s too late. It makes me uncomfortable.”

  “I can take her to the outskirts of the city." He looked at Gwen and her wolves, "I’ll help you set up camp. I know a relatively quiet area.”

  She looked at me. “Does that help?”

  “I guess so. I’ll try to be quick and join you soon. Be careful.”