Silver Flame (Vampire Girl #3)(30)

We step outside, and into a different world.

No longer covered in snow, this land is a lush growth of tropical jungle, the sun bright and hot upon my skin. Before us flows a waterfall, hiding the cave with the Waystone. I run forward, eager to see more, skirting around the water and climbing a rock covered in green vines, overlooking a pond.

The water is so clear I can see the bottom. Colorful fish swim around as light flickers against their scales. The trees here are tall, with vines growing between them like ropes. Tavian leads us to a stone path decorated with ancient symbols and dotted with moss. Critters scurry through the undergrowth, and the sound of birds and other creatures fills the silence with hoots, chirps and whistles. It's a cacophony of life.

The trail narrows and turns into stone steps, placed so close together I have to be careful not to trip on my own feet. Walking up the steps—it seems there are hundreds—is its own kind of meditative exercise.

I'm entranced by the beauty and serenity of it all until we reach two carved sculptures that act as guardians to the entrance of a garden. When we walk through, it takes me a moment to understand what I'm seeing. At first, I'm taken in by the many waterfalls and pools of clear water dotted throughout, surrounded by explosions of floral color. But the sounds of nature are drowned out by the sound of dying men and women.

Bound to the trees by the rope-like vines are dozens of vampires, stripped nearly naked. They hang over the pools of water, branches curling around their flesh, piercing their skin, fusing with their veins. The enchantment drains away their blood, releasing it through the roots and into the water. The pools swirl with red as the cries of my people carry on the wind.

And not just vampires. There are Shade there too, dying in the clutches of the trees. I prepare myself for the smell of rotting flesh, the smell of death, but none comes. The air is sweet and calming, the scent of flowers. How twisted that such cruelty is masqueraded as beauty.

I stop, my throat dry, my jaw clenched so tightly I might break my teeth. Tavian grabs my hand, but I yank it away. "Is this what you wanted to show me?" I hiss at him.

"No. I have never seen the likes of this. I swear to you, this wasn't my intention."

By the look in his eyes, I can tell he speaks truth. I'm about to suggest—nay demand—we leave, when four Fae arrive wielding swords and spears. They wear masks that cover their faces and blue and green armor that covers their bodies, shimmering like scales.

"The Wild One requests your presence," one of the soldiers—a woman—says.

Tavian shoots me a worried look. It appears we have no choice but to walk with them.

We reach a massive and ancient palace made of stone and carved with more of the glyphs I saw on the steps. Inside, the walls are decorated with tapestries and silk curtains of blues and greens, and everywhere there is water. Fountains, pools, indoor waterfalls… the sound is soothing, and the air fresh.

Fae mingle about, talking, laughing, drinking and eating, reclining on colorful pillows and stone chairs. Their skin is dark, unlike most of the Fae I meet. None seem concerned by the dying vampires and Shade outside their door.

When we enter the throne room, a woman who could only be Metsi sits upon a raised throne, ancient and covered in vines. She wears a long gown of silk and satin, blues and whites. Her skin is dark, like that of the other Fae here, and pale blue tattoos cover her long arms and bald head. Her serpent, Wadu, curls around her left arm. She smiles when she sees Tavian. "It has been far too long since we've been graced by your presence. What brings you to our corner of Avakiri?"

"The realms have heard rumors of the Midnight Star’s return, of power being restored. Of war being waged against the vampires. I came to seek the truth," Tavian says.

I remain quiet. Waiting. Worrying. He could easily betray me. Tell them who I am. Get the money he so desperately wants.

Metsi flicks her hand and someone brings her a silver goblet with drink in it. "So much talk. So many rumors. Some have merit, others less. We will soon have the Midnight Star in our control. And the vampires, well, they will meet their end. Their time has come. It's our turn now. Our turn to reclaim what is ours."

"I've seen the Outlands. People speak of your defeat at Stonehill while they cower and drink away their sorrows, and yet you speak of victory? You are not prepared."

I glance at Tavian, wondering why he speaks so freely. Who is he to question a Druid?

Metsi laughs. "We have many weapons and soldiers here. We have Druids coming back into power. We have a spy amongst the enemy’s midst. And… we have an ally. One of the princes is on our side. He will ensure our victory from within."

Tavian and I both flinch at her words. A prince is working with Metsi? Who? I cannot think of even one who would side with the Fae.

Metsi smiles, probably in response to our faces. "I would very much love to include you amongst our supporters," she says. "Come, Tavian. Join us. Give up your vagabond ways and I will make you wealthier than you can imagine. I will give you anything your heart desires. Join with your kin once more and help us defeat our enemies."

Her speech is persuasive, but I won’t fight my brothers. Tavian however….

"I appreciate the offer, but I am done with war, Metsi. You know this." Tavian sounds casual, but I see the tension in his muscles. This does not seem to be the conversation he expected.