Last Dragon Standing (Heartstrikers #5)(76)
“You attacked us!” cried a rasping voice as a new figure appeared beside the bloody man. A bent old woman wrapped in animal hides with a bushel of stinging nettles clutched in her bare hands. “We did nothing but wake,” the woman snarled, beating her nettles across the wolf’s nose until it yelped. “You are what is wrong!”
“The Leviathan is what is wrong!” Marci cried, shoving herself between them. “I know you’ve all got a lot going on right now, but who’s to blame won’t matter when we’re all dead. And make no mistake, we will all be dead if we don’t act quickly.” She turned to glare up at the giant wolf. “You’re the spirit of wolves, right? What do you think is going to happen to all those wolves when Leviathan wins? Because I’ll tell you right now, it’ll be a lot worse than anything they can do.”
She pointed at the red man and the old woman, but the giant wolf just snorted. “You know nothing, human. Your kind has already hunted mine to near extinction. Why should I tolerate your spirits as well?”
“I’m not asking you to tolerate them,” Marci said. “I’m asking you to help yourself not die. We’re not trying to solve thousands of years of conflict here. You guys have miles of legitimate reasons to be mad at each other, but if you let all that anger get in your way right now, there’ll never be a chance to fix anything because we’ll all be dead. So if you’re cool with dying stupidly, go on your way. But if you want to hear my plan to save everything, stop yelling at each other for five minutes and listen.”
That was not how one talked to gods, and Wolf’s glare made sure Marci knew it. But for all his big talk, the animal spirit didn’t leave, and Marci took that as her cue to keep going.
“I wouldn’t have come out here if I didn’t have a plan,” she said, pointing over her shoulder at the looming pillar of the Heart of the World. “We didn’t mean to let the magic out all at once like that, but having all of it active right now actually works in our favor. The Leviathan is a Nameless End, a scavenger who eats dying planes. But our plane is healthy, which means he’s not supposed to be here. The only way he was able to stay is because Algonquin let him, and now he’s using her magic to dig in deeper still. But the same thing that made his plan work is how we’re going to beat it. By filling himself with magic like a spirit, he’s picked up your vulnerabilities as well, specifically banishment.”
“What is banishment?” asked the blood-covered man.
“Ignorant,” Wolf sneered, causing all the Mortal Spirits to boil over in fury.
“We only woke a few hours ago!” cried the old woman.
“I remember nothing!” cried another, a giant shadow dripping with something she couldn’t identify. “Even my name is gone!”
“We are lost, lost,” moaned a third, who was so far back in the swirling void Marci couldn’t even see its shape. “We have no anchors, no help.”
“We’ll get you help,” Marci promised, giving the creature what she hoped was a reassuring smile. “I know things are crazy, but this is actually the beginning of a golden age. There are more humans now than ever before, including millions of mages. That means there are Merlins enough for all of you!”
“You don’t have to be alone,” Ghost added, putting his hands on her shoulders. “I, too, was alone when I woke, but Marci found me. She calmed my rage and helped me find my purpose. Now we work together to serve the Forgotten Dead, and I am content. You can be too. We are human spirits, and humans are not meant to be alone. We are born in darkness, but we don’t have to remain there. The Merlins are here to help us.”
“The Merlins betrayed us!”
The shout crashed through the dark like breaking ice, and Marci froze. She knew that voice. As long as she lived, she’d never be able to forget it. Sure enough, the tall spirit who appeared from the dark beside Wolf was the same blue-skinned, seaweed-bearded Viking she’d seen when they’d ripped the black bag off her head in that interrogation room what felt like forever ago. He no longer had a weapon in his hand, but there was no mistaking the piercing eyes and hate-filled sneer of Vann Jeger, spirit of the Geirangerfjord, the Death of Dragons.
“You’ve been played for a fool, cat,” Vann Jeger said, sneering at Ghost. “The Merlins were the ones who sealed magic away to destroy your kind. She’s banking on your ignorance now as well, because her ‘plan’ won’t even work. She speaks of banishment as though it’s the end, but she and her pet dragons did the same to me, and here I am.” He pounded his fist against his massive chest. “I was banished by her hand for attempting to slay one of the dragon interlopers, but all she did was send me back to my vessel here. I was too weak to rise again at first, but when the magic came crashing down, I was refilled in an instant. The Leviathan will be no different.” He bared his black teeth. “She thinks she can make fools of us all!”
“I’m not trying to fool anyone!” Marci cried, stomping forward to face him as anger overwhelmed her fear. “I never said banishment was permanent. I said it was a solution to the Leviathan problem, because while he’s impersonating a spirit, he doesn’t actually belong here. You had a fjord to go back home to. He doesn’t. There is no Leviathan-shaped hole in the bottom of the Sea of Magic. If I banish him, all the magic he’s stolen will go back to Algonquin. She will rise again. He will not. Without Algonquin’s magic, he’ll have nowhere to hide, and our plane will kick him out like it should have done at the beginning.”