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A QUEENS GUARDIAN
By R.T. Drake
“Lasair.”
Bolting upright Lynette’s
hands came up preparing to fend off his attack. Any second their bodies would collide,
and she would be forced to endure his cold touch again. The very thought of it repulsed
her, making her want to do everything possible to not let it happen again. But
nothing came. No bone jarring collision, no cold, no anything.
“My Lady, are you
alright?” came a familiar voice from beside her.
Relief flooded
through her at hearing her Guardian’s voice. It let her know in that instant
that she was safe. It also amazed her at how easily referring to him as ‘Her
Guardian’ came.
“I am fine
Guardian. Please just give me a moment.”
“Of course, My
Lady.”
Sitting there she felt
her chest rise and fall with each breath she took. She focused on it, used it
to calm her while she gathered her composure. As the blurriness receded from
her eyes things got clearer. She saw she was in a bed, in a room, though where
she had no idea.
Turning to her
side she saw Aidan’s face, full of concern and worry as he knelt beside her.
Seeing him reinforced her safety, reassured her that Lasair was no longer
around.
More at ease she
went to say something when she felt the familiar sensation of her nipples
tightening. Wondering why she looked down, only to discover that she was bare
and exposed. A green satin sheet was at her waist, leaving her breasts out
there for anyone, including him, to see.
Snatching up a
handful of the sheet she covered herself, looking back to him. Her mind reeling
as his gaze held her own.
“What the hell is
going on? Where am I?”
“You are in your
personnel chambers, My Lady.” He replied, standing up and backing slightly
away.
“And you’re here
why?” realizing after she said it she already knew the answer.
“I am your
Guardian, My Lady. It is the last part of the Binding Ritual.” he said in a
‘you should know’ kind of tone.
“I know what part
of it we are in.” she snapped in frustration. “And though yes you may be my Guardian,
it does not give you the right to see me without clothes.”
.
“Actually it does,
My Lady. If I choose and deem it necessary for your safety, but I assure you I
would make it as, impersonal, as possible.” His voice deliberately steady while
his face unreadable.
Flabbergasted and
outraged by his comment she found herself speaking before she knew it.
“Who do you think
you are?”
Before anything
could be said further a loud clap filled the room, bringing with it an
immediate silence. A commanding yet compassionate filled voice followed.
“You know
perfectly well who he is, My Lady. You chose him after all.”
Turning towards the
voice Lynette’s eyes fell upon a small elderly woman sitting in a high back
chair. Her features were soft but her eyes were steady and unyielding. She had
long white hair in a braid that all but glowed against her bright red and
orange robes.
In her gnarled yet
strong looking hand was a highly black polished walking staff. Runes were
scrawled everywhere upon its surface and it was topped with a green gem the size
of a softball. If Lynette did not know better she would swear it was an emerald
having the same dark green hew as some she had seen.
The woman’s look
was one of curiosity and enjoyment as a second later she turned here attention to Aidan and nodded. Aidan nodded in
return and then came over to her. A moment later he was assisting her out of
the chair and escorting her closer.
The woman’s frame though
small, especially when standing next to Aidan, did not seem at all a weakness.
In fact her very presence was one of complete confidence, rivaling even
Aidan’s.
As they walked
over Lynette noted there were two other ladies in the room, both dressed in
green flowing dresses and both with their hands clasped before them. Casting a
glance over to them they both returned it and bowed slightly to her.
Both were of fair
complexion while the taller of the two had long black hair. Some held together
on top with a small green clasp while the rest cascaded down behind her. Her
gown was long sleeved, connecting to a ring on each of her middle fingers. The
other one was shorter and had blonde hair in a pixie cut which matched the
almost sleeveless gown she wore. Both their faces were pleasant and full of
happiness.
Looking back to
Aidan and the elderly woman, they were before her as the woman withdrew herself
from Aidan, wasting no time in speaking.
“I am old, My
Lady. Much older than you would guess, and trust me when I say that. You may
call me Eurade. I am also what your mythology calls an Oracle, though like most
things in the mortal version of mythology they did not get it quite right. I am
one of the last and one day soon even I will be gone. As such I can dispense
with pleasantries where others cannot.”
Using her staff
she leaned in slightly more before continuing to speak, emphasizing what she
was about to say.
“We both know exactly
why you chose Aidan. And though your decision remains yours alone, one day you
will admit it openly and freely. Until then, rest assured we have other more
pressing matters to attend to, namely Lasair, or as you know him properly now,
the Fallen Guardian. You screamed his name upon waking from the Binding Ritual,
why?”
An involuntary
shiver ran through her as she recalled what had happened. The lingering feelings
and thoughts of what she had seen first hand still with her.
“He was there.”
An audible gasp
could be heard from the ladies in green. While Aidan’s voice thundered out.
“That is
impossible. The Celtic Fire can only be entered by a queen.”
The only one who
remained unaffected was the old woman, though she raised her head slightly as
she spoke.
“So it is true
then. Tell me, My Lady, did he say anything? Lasair always was one for posturing.”
“He made mention
of using Dark Banshee.” offered Lynette somewhat confused. She also noted the
deep pain and regret that filled Aidan’s eyes.
Eurade nodded her head up and down.
“So he has learned
how to use his Dark Banshee’s abilities. This is troublesome but not unforeseen,
especially given who we are dealing with.”
“How can it be
possible Eurade?” asked Aidan, his voice restrained.
“Dark Banshee’s are still queens, no different
then Lady Lynette. Even in their current state they are still linked to the
Celtic Fire, just like any other banshee or queen. Until now Lasair never had a
reason to us them for their abilities.”
“Is no where safe
then?” asked Aidan, Lynette picking up on the tone of failure that was there.
“The Celtic Fire
is still safe Aidan. We are safe here, thanks to you and the Guardsmen. Yes
Lasair can reach her in the Celtic Fire, but at most he might be able to try to
bind with her which can not happen as she bound herself to you.” Pausing she
looked directly at Lynette before continuing. “Is that what happened My Lady?
Did he try to bind himself to you, like you did with Aidan?”
“He tried, and I
remember it was cold, so very cold and painful.”
“How did you
escape?” asked Aidan
“I….I screamed and
it hurt him, severed his link. He cursed me, called me a….a witch. And then he
said something about learning…” she stopped, searching and trying to remember what
he said.
“The Queens
Scream?” asked Eurade.
“Yes. Yes that’s
what he called it, the Queens Scream.”
“How did you
implore it?”
“I thought of Aidan,
My Guardian, and then it came out.”
“Interesting.” Eurade said as she shifted her gaze to Aidan
whose eyes were once again steady and unreadable.
“Did you feel
anything Aidan?”
“No, nothing.” He
said simply.
“Nothing at all?” asked
Eurade.
“As I said Eurade,
I felt nothing.”
Desiring more
answers, Lynette spoke up, interrupting the two’s staring contest.
“What is the
Queens Scream?”
Eurade looked to
her and breathed in a long breath, using the time to think on the matter.
“The Queens Scream
is what happens when a Queen, who is mortal, calls upon the power of the Celtic
Fire to come to their defense. It is a very rare occurrence, so much in fact
that only one other queen has ever possessed the ability to do so. As such we
do not know a lot about it as until she used it, it was unheard of.’
‘We know it exists
when there is a very unique and extremely strong bond between a Guardian and a
Queen. Somehow during their binding process the connection is made stronger
than usual. But as far as its exact source or what causes the bond to be so
strong we do not know.’
‘We know that
unlike a Banshees scream, which is incapable of killing, a Queens Scream can
literally tear things apart. I am convinced that emotions play some part of it,
but even then I have not much to go on. Mother Earth and I have debated it at
length. I am curious, My Lady, what caused you to call upon it?”
Narrowing her eyes
in confusion Lynette ignored the question while she pondered on what she had
just heard.
“Did you just say
Mother Earth and you have debated it at length?”
“I did, My Lady,
you will meet her in a few days. Now if you please, what caused it?”
Oh sure, Lynette
snarked in her mind, just answer the question. Cause its every day that I hear
someone debates a Queens Scream, which can tear things apart, with Mother Earth
of all people. Easily a dozen memes for the occasion ran through her head as
she gathered her thoughts, remembering her time and what had happened with
Lasair within the Celtic Fire.
“I was surrounded
by the coldness that Lasair’s touch brought. I thought of Aidan, and then I
felt a small bit of warmth against the vast coldness that was inside me. I
focused on it and as I did it became stronger and bigger until finally…. I just
screamed.”
Eurade settled back
on her heels as Lynette, still curious about the matter continued on.
“So, why can’t a
Banshee’s scream kill yet a Queen’s can?”
“Because you are
mortal, My Lady, where as Banshee are not.” broke in Aidan all but ignoring
Eurade as she regarded him. “They once were, but they are in service to you and
the Celtic Fire. This means they no longer are confined to this world, like a
mortal Queen is.”
“I don’t get what
you are saying.”
Glancing back to
her Eurade took over from Aidan.
“As I said, My
Lady, I believe part of the Queens scream comes
from emotions. The reason being is that Banshees only know one set of emotions.
They are the epitome of everything that is good such as joy, happiness, and
love. To look upon one directly one experiences levels of these emotions unheard
of. Hence when they call upon their
scream it is never deadly, harmful perhaps, but never deadly as it goes against
who they are.’
‘Because you are
mortal, you are still subject to emotions like rage, anger, helplessness. So
when you implore it, as Queen, the Celtic Fire responds to you and your
emotions accordingly. Use it in anger you kill. Like wise use it with love and
in theory you can heal. Though as I said this is all based off of conjecture
from some of the little experimenting I was able to do with the one queen who possessed
it before you.”
“Who was that?”
Aidan physically
stiffened at her words while Eurade smiled politely.
“I think that is a
conversation for another time, My Lady. One in which we can focus on the
subject as a whole. I am sure you are beyond hungry and would no doubt enjoy a
hot shower. You have much to learn, much to do, and doing so on an empty
stomach is not wise.”
Before Lynette
could say anything, Eurade paused only long enough to gesture towards the two
ladies who came forward immediately. Lynette knew she was being brushed off
though the mention of food did make it less of an impact. She would no doubt
find out soon enough, she thought, as Eurade introduced the two ladies who had remained
silent and vigil until now.
“This is Agata,”
she said indicating the tall dark haired one, “and this is Ainsley. They are
your Ladies in waiting, they are your personnel confidants and they will
eventually be your best friends. I know this as I have seen it. I am after all
an Oracle.’
‘Since you have
chosen to be our new Queen of the Banshee you will need your own personal
advisors in many ways besides your Guardian. They will assist you in many
aspects over the next few days and the years to come. When you are ready, they
and Aidan will escort you to me where we can continue our conversations and
prepare you for your coronation.”
Eurade bowed and
made her way towards a massive set of double wrought iron and wooded doors.
They sat along the right side of the room built into the stone looking wall. On
either side sat large rose colored crystal looking sconces.
Aidan approached
the door first and opened it for Eurade. When she was halfway through Lynette
spoke up.
“Eurade.”
“Yes My Lady.” She
said stopping and turning.
“How do you know I
accepted the charge to be Queen?”
“That is easy, My
Lady. I’m an Oracle. I foresaw it many centuries ago. I admit I am not always
dead on with how I interrupt my visions, but I have never been wrong with how
they turn out. Besides had you not chosen to be our Queen, you would not have
woken up here and all that you experienced would have seemed simply a dream.”
Starting to turn
back around she stopped halfway and pointed her finger directly at Aidan.
“To you, I will say this. Do not fight it, Aidan.
This is one battle you will lose. I promise.”
Aidan rocked back
at what he was told, then nodded deeply in return. A moment later Eurade was
gone from eye sight and Aidan closed the door. Facing towards her he folded his
hands across his large chest, his face blank as he regarded her.
Once again curiosity
got the better of Lynette
“What did she mean
when she said that to you?”
“Nothing that
needs to be mentioned now, My Lady.” shrugging his shoulders.
Lynette had a
strong feeling there might be more to it than he was letting on, but at the
same time she was willing to let it drop as she turned her attention towards
the other two in the room.
“Ladies in waiting,
Huh?”
“Aye, My Lady.” replied
Agata, her accent the same as Lasair’s and Aidan’s.
Lynette shook her
head up and down as she looked about the room, trying to figure out where she
was. Her vision came to rest immediately upon an oversized stone fireplace that
shared the same wall as the double set of doors. Like the bed post it was intricately
carved with flames over every inch. A Celtic Symbol, large and almost imposing,
stuck out from the over mantel.
Staring at it she
recognized the symbol was the same as the one on Aidan’s weapon and gauntlet
when he had saved her from Lasair, who as well had displayed the same symbol.
She knew now what the symbol meant, fire, which given what she now knew, made sense.
Panning the room
further a high back reading chair sat before the fire place. Behind it was a
small work area complete with a wooden desk, another high back chair, and several
shelves of books along a stone wall that had spider webbed veins of glowing quartz
in it. Looking at it closer she saw the quart was pink in color, matching the
sconces and that it was actually giving off a soft light.
“Well that’s cool.”
She said out loud as the two ladies followed her gaze.
“How does it do
that?”
“Quartz and crystal
can hold and use many types of energy My Lady. In fact for centuries vast
amounts have been stored this way. To use it one must simply interact with it.”
“Interact with
it?”
“Allow me to show
you.” said Ainsley as she walked over to one of the sconces by the door.
Touching it the
sconce dimmed until it went out. Ainsley removed her hand for a second then put
it back on. After which the crystal began to glow until she had it returned it
to how it was.
“How do you do
that?” asked Lynette.
“Simply ask Lirald
and she will do as you say.”
“Lirald?”
“Aye, My Lady.”
“What is Lirald?”
“This place is
Lirald, My Lady.”
“I gathered that,
but what is Lirald?”
“It is the last of
the great Celtic Strongholds from the old world, built in the new, before the
betrayal.” Ainsley stopped suddenly looking as if she had said to much.
“The betrayal, what
is the betrayal?” Lynette inquired.
“It is something
that can be explained at a later time, My Lady.” Aidan’s voice broke in. “Now
is the time to get dressed. One does not keep an Oracle waiting, even one as
patient as Eurade.”
Looking directly
to him she did not bother hiding the annoyance or the irritation she felt.
“You know you can
go catch up with her if you want. I’m sure Agata and Ainsley here can get me
there just as easily as you can.”
“I am afraid I
cannot do that, My Lady.”
“Why?”
“I am your
Guardian, My Lady?”
“That means you
have to be with me at all times?”
From the corner of
her eye she saw both ladies purse their lips and cast their eyes somewhere
else.
“Yes it does, My
Lady.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes, My Lady.”
“That wasn’t a
question.” She all but snapped.
“I know, My Lady.”
his sly smirk raising her frustration level.
“So you’re just
going to stand there then, while I get dressed? Figure since you’ve seen half
of me naked might as well see all of me, is that it?”
His eyes shifted
guiltily to the side. Seeing him do it so made her stop and think of something
she had not before. She was naked, how had she gotten that way. When their eyes
locked again she saw the answer there, her mouth coming open in realization.
Before she could speak he was talking.
“You were in the
Binding Ritual, My Lady. As such I needed to be sure you had no other injuries
as my brother can be very devious. As I could not undress you out in the open,
and as upon returning here neither of your ladies in waiting was available, I
took it upon myself to disrobe you and make certain you were in fact free of
further harm. Both your Ladies in waiting arrived shortly after.’
‘Besides, My Lady,
there is no harm in me seeing you naked. I am, after all, your Guardian.”
Never in her life
had she wished or desired to have something, anything, to throw so much. Had
she the strength, the bed would have done perfectly.
I finally got to read this part of the story! There are so many elements I love, I can't list them all here. Suffice it to say, You have a fresh story with engaging characters and a unique setting. Well done!
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