Prologue

Celieria - The Garreval

She was only nine years old, and she was going to die.

Lillis Baristani clung to her beloved friend, Earth master Kieran vel Solande, and showered his throat with frightened tears.

Around them the world had gone mad. Magic, blades, and barbed sel'dor arrows filled the air. Blood ran red on the ground. Below, at the base of the Rhakis mountains, dozens of vile, snarling, monstrous wolf-beasts called darrokken were charging up the slope towards the small, fleeing party while the creatures' evil masters flung globe after globe of blue-white Mage Fire to cut off all chance of escape.

Whatever the Mage Fire touched disintegrated on contact... not dissolved... simply disappeared. Entire chunks of the mountain evaporated in an instant. The ground shifted and shook beneath Kieran's feet

"Kieran!" his friend Kiel shouted, pointing uphill. "The mountain!" Another frightful barrage of Mage Fire had dissolved half the peak above their heads. The remaining rock and stone gave a rumbling shriek and collapsed, sending a wall of dirt, stone, and wood rushing towards them.

"Hold tight, little one," Kieran whispered. Lillis tightened her arms around his neck, pressing so close that her kitten, Snowfoot, mewed a protest and squirmed in the sling tied round her neck. Kieran turned to raise both hands and she felt the electric tingle of his gathering magic. It danced across her skin like crackling sparks of green light. Inside her, Lillis's own magic rose in response.

She squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her face to his throat. Bright Lord, please help Kieran, she prayed. / don't want him to die. Or Papa, Lorelle, Kiel, or me either.

She felt the vibrations of Kieran's throat against her lips as he shouted defiantly and flung out his weaves. The magic left him—and her, too—in a great rush. Please, gods, please gods, please gods.

Incredibly—or, perhaps, miraculously—the crumbling mountainside froze. Lillis risked a glance up to confirm that they were not about to be crushed flat as a griddle cake, then squeezed her eyes shut again.

"Five-fold weaves, my brothers!" Kieran shouted. "Keep that scorching Mage Fire off us!" Suddenly, he gave a grunt of pain, and Lillis felt him falter. Her head lifted, and though the battle raging all around terrified her, she forced her eyes open.

Kieran was arrow-shot. The sight of the ugly black, barbed metal arrow puncturing his thigh made her belly lurch.

«Get down, Lillis, » his voice murmured in her mind. «Run to your father. Kiel and I will hold them off. »

«But what about you?» It was the first time she'd ever spoken to him mind-to-mind. «You're coming, too, aren't you?»

«In a chime . . . once Kiel and I deal with these Eld rultsharts. » From a face too handsome to be mortal, his normally laughing blue eyes regarded her with unsettling solemnity, and then she knew what he would not say. He turned his head to press a kiss to her face, then another to the thin arms wrapped so tight around his neck, and though he did not release his hands from his weave, she felt the tug of Spirit fingers prying her grip loose. She fought to cling, but her childish muscles were no match for his magic. Her hold on him lost, she slid to the ground. “Go, kittling. Quickly.” Another nudge from invisible hands shoved her towards Papa.

"Master Baristani," Kieran cried aloud to her father, "take the girls. Go with the shei'dalins into the Mists! Run!"

Clutching Snowfoot to her chest, Lillis stumbled across the uneven ground towards Papa's outstretched arms and the small knot of scarlet-gowned healers. Before she reached them, a darting flash of darkness caught her eye and a foul odor filled the air. She turned to find a darrokken rushing towards her, its red eyes glowing like the Dark Lord's flames, venomous saliva dripping from its yellowed fangs. All over the foul wolflike creature's scaly back, sores oozed green, odorous slime. She turned to run, but her foot caught between two rocks and she went down. Snowfoot still clutched to her chest, she hit the ground hard. Knees and elbows took a nasty crack, and she bit her lip so hard her mouth filled with the salty, metallic tang of blood. She jumped to her feet, but pain shot out from her ankle, radiating halfway up her shin. With a cry, she fell down again just as the darrokken lunged.

One of the Fey warriors made a sprinting leap towards her, and scarlet-hilted Fey'cha daggers flew from his hands. The razor-sharp blades cut through the monster's tough, leathery hide, and the darrokken dropped dead in its tracks.

"I've got you." The warrior who'd killed the darrokken reached for her arm, but before he could grab hold, another of the monstrous beasts was upon him. Its fangs sank into his leg, and the Fey toppled, rolling over as he fell and landing with unsheathed blades in his hands. "Run, child," he cried.

Those were the warrior's last words. He bared his teeth in a snarl and plunged his red Fey'cha into the vulnerable belly of the beast just as the monster snapped its sharp yellow fangs around the warrior's throat and ripped. Blood sprayed across Lillis's face in a hot, red rain. Fey and beast died together, fighting, tearing, and slashing until the last breath of life left their bodies. "Lillis! Get up! Run'" Kiel cried. His blue eyes were filled with fear, his blond hair spattered with dirt and blood. Two black arrows stuck out of his shoulder like grotesque spines. "Run for the Mists. Lorelle, Master Baristani—go!"

One of the shei'dalins in their party rushed forward to grab Lillis. A rapid healing weave spun out in golden-tinted waves of color, and the pain in her ankle subsided. The woman helped Lillis to her feet while another took Lorelle's hand and began to run towards the shifting, sparkling clouds that guarded the Fading Lands. More darrokken rushed up the mountainside and dove into the middle of the small group. Lillis shrieked as the monstrous wolf-beasts slaughtered half a dozen more Fey and drove three of the shei'dalins back down the mountain towards the waiting Eld.