Crossroads of Canopy (Titan's Forest #1)(103)

“One,” the thunder rumbled. The blue-clad figure’s lips had not moved. Unar saw, with her magical sight and sense of smell, the connections between the woman, the sky, and every drop of rain that fell around them.

“Ehkis,” Unar whispered. She looked for Aurilon and spotted her, camouflaged, in the shadow of a bent branch.

“Put her to sleep, Frog,” Kirrik murmured above Unar’s head. “I will divert her.”

Then everything happened at once.

Aforis twisted away from Frog. He would have fallen, taking the leash and its holder down to Floor, if rain hadn’t seemingly solidified around him. Wind howled through the trees, lifting Aforis high into the sky. Unar watched him fly upwards, and then fall with the rain towards some distant part of the forest.

Ylly, after everything that had happened, finally started crying.

Frog, who had let go of the leash, stood motionless, staring after Aforis, for a full second before seizing Ylly’s cries from out of her mouth.

“You cannot steal a goddess’s power, Core Kirrik,” Frog said, meaning Ehkis, but making a liar of herself as she prepared from Audblayin’s power the pattern of something encompassing and smothering, suited to putting everyone outside the Great Gates, besides Kirrik and herself, to sleep.

Unar soaked her senses into the tallowwood tree, and a branch erupted upwards, directly through Kirrik’s body. The sensation of the woman’s heart muscle squirming around the living wood, trying to keep beating, sickened Unar, and she heaved nonproductively over the silently screaming, struggling little girl in her arms.

And Kirrik’s soul hovered for a moment over the body that Unar had destroyed. An intangible essence, sucking light and warmth from the air, it crossed the space like an arrow and plunged into Ehkis’s body.

The rain stopped, again. It wasn’t just that no new droplets fell, but that water which had been suspended vanished as if it had never been.

“It is my power, now!” Kirrik cried triumphantly from the lips of the blue-robed goddess, but her voice didn’t boom like the thunder. Confusion crossed her beautiful features in the time that it took for Aurilon to leap out of the shadow and onto her back, curved blade in hand, already beginning a line of red across the slender throat.

The gift goes with the body. Only godhood goes with the soul.

Frog turned such a rictus of hate towards Unar that Unar knew she could no longer pretend that Frog could be redeemed. Had she really thought Frog would give in, just because her tool, Aforis, had been taken away? Had Unar really thought there was any way to keep Audblayin safe without spilling her sister’s blood?

“I love you, Isin,” she said, and the first flush of her magic through Frog’s flesh healed the cuts and scrapes Frog had received while climbing. The second flush urged even healthy tissues to begin replicating madly. Repair. Change. Grow, Unar’s magic ruled.

In Frog’s eyes, Unar saw the confused, unfocused eyes of the baby Erid had brought into the world, so different from the angry child who had tried to poison an adopted father, who had hoped to find a sister wiser than Unar had any hope of being. If only you hadn’t fallen. We could have protected one another. I could have protected you from Kirrik, and you could have protected me from my own selfishness. It wasn’t Audblayin that I was supposed to guard.

It was you.

Frog’s body was torn apart by ripe explosions of obscenely distorted muscle and bone.

Unar realised she could hear Ylly’s crying again. It was audible because nobody remained to steal the sound of it. Kirrik and Frog were dead. Murdered by her.

She kissed the cradled head, again, and whispered that all would be well. Kirrik’s men, still stunned by the appearance and apparent assassination of Ehkis and flinching from droplets that fell from the trees, began surrendering all around her, new slaves for the king of Audblayinland. Servants emerged from the Garden, willing to heal soldiers outside of the grounds, another thing unheard of, but Unar didn’t care.

Unar crawled to the Gate and set her hand against the wards. There was no need to summon the Gatekeeper. She was home. Aoun had showed her how to open it. He had given her the key. She did what he had shown her, sowing the seed, taking a piece of it inside herself, but strangely, the wards didn’t soften against her hand. Instead, they accused her, in her head.

Have you stolen food?

Have you stolen the sovereignty of another’s body?

Have you stolen human life?

“No,” she said listlessly. It wasn’t supposed to accuse her. She was home. There was some mistake. It had to be Ylly who was keeping her from entering. Children stole things all the time. She let go of the incarnation of the goddess and beat against the wards with both hands.

“Unar,” Aoun said soothingly, shifting through the Gate to stand beside her. At his feet, Frog’s mutilated remains had left a shallow splash of blood, fat, and gristle. With one hand, he held Ylly back from the dangerous edge, ignorant of the fact that Odel’s power prevented the child from falling. With his other hand, he squeezed Unar’s shoulder. “Unar, you’re alive, you saved us, but you killed the woman and the child. You cannot enter.”

“I can,” she shrieked in his face, flecking his cheek with spittle. She beat harder against the wards, this time with her magic as well as her fists, feeling the shields made of Aoun’s magic begin to bend under the mighty, unmatched pool of power she now possessed. If he had tried to stop her, to drain her as he and Oos had once done before, she might have killed him.