Leslie Moore - Griffin's Shadow

The second book in the Griffin's Daughter Trilogy series, 2009

High above the broken spires of a ruined fortress, an eagle soared. His wings, black against the cerulean of a cloudless sky, cast a swift-moving shadow on the glittering snowfield below.

A snowshoe hare instinctively flattened itself to the frigid ground as the shadow glided across its path. A little fox, robed in her fur coat of winter-white, trotted along from bush to boulder, stalking the hare, keenly aware of her rival floating overhead. She paused in the shadow of an outcrop, nose twitching, and licked her lips.

The eagle had spotted the fox but had already dismissed her as inconsequential. Long before she got within striking distance of the hare, he would swoop down, snatch the prey with his razor-sharp talons and take to the skies again, leaving the fox with nothing but frustration and an empty belly.

As he prepared to strike, the eagle felt a cold tendril of energy tickle the edge of his mind. Before he could process the meaning of this strange sensation, the tendril lashed out and seized his consciousness.

With brutal efficiency, the tendril ripped away the eagles awareness, and as the magnificent bird plummeted, lifeless, to the ground, an ancient entity flooded the vacated skull with its own rapacious mind.

Freshly re-animated by the will of the Nameless One, the eagle broke its fall, pulling out of its death dive to rise steeply into the air once again.

The fox, sensing her rival had backed off, closed in on the prey, pounced, and with a snap of her jaws, broke the hares neck. She lifted her head and yipped in triumph, then scooped up her prize and trotted off toward the safety and warmth of her den. She and her children would sleep with full bellies tonight.

With a flap of his wings, the eagle banked sharply and sped southwest. Three days later, his withered carcass dropped from the sky and a raven rose to take his place. Two days and nights of flying brought the raven to the walls of a great castle standing guard over a thriving city. It, too, died before reaching the goal, but many more ravens called the castle grounds home.

Another bird leapt into the air and circled the castle precincts, searching the ground with sharp eyes until it spotted the thing its master needed. The raven landed at the edge of a great expanse of gravel and scooped a small shiny black stone into its beak.

This should do, thought the Nameless One. He sent his small slave winging back to the rooftops to wait for the one it had been sent to find.

It did not have long to wait.

My father is Keizo Onjara, King of Alasiri!

Jelena Sakehera stared at Lord Sen, her new father-in-law, uncertain that she had heard him correctly.

Surely Father-in-law is mistaken! I cant possibly be the daughter of a king!

A tide of conflicting emotions surged through her-elation that she at last knew her sires name, dismay that her existence could prove troublesome for him, fear that he would reject her outright, and hope, yes even hope, that he just might accept her, despite everything.

The Sakehera family had gathered together in their private sitting room, to share the evening meal and discuss the days events. Tomorrow, the entire family would quit Kerala Castle, ancestral seat of the House of Sakehera, to journey west to Sendai, capital of Alasiri. War with the Soldaran Empire threatened the elven homeland, and the king needed his great lords and generals in the capital so planning for the defense of the country could begin. As Commanding General, Lord Sens place on the Kings Council was second in importance only to the kings brother, Prince Raidan.

The final days of the month of Kishan heralded the end of summer; even as fall approached, the daytime heat remained oppressive. Only after the sun had set did the air cool down to something close to tolerable. With the darkness came gentle breezes-full of the fragrances of honeysuckle and night-blooming jasmine-that ruffled wall hangings and caressed sweat-damp skin.

Jelena and Lord Sen sat apart from the others, on padded stools near one of the open windows. Briefly, she looked away from her father-in-law to glance around the room at the rest of the family. Lady Amara, her mother-in-law, lounged on her favorite couch, reading aloud from a book of childrens stories to her twin daughters Mariso and Jena. Lord Sens Heir, Sadaiyo, and his wife Misune, huddled together on a bench at the far end of the room, completely absorbed with one another. Ashinji-Jelenas heart always skipped a beat whenever she looked at her husband-sat cross-legged on the floor mats, talking to his sister Lani.

Jelena sucked in a breath, struck once again by amazement at her turn of fortune. That she had been taken in by this family and accepted as a daughter, still felt too good to be true, and yet

Here I am, a former kitchen drudgewhose father just might be the king of the elves!

I dont know how my old friends path crossed that of a human girls, or how it all led to the making of you. The evidence is all circumstantial, and I could still be wrong, Lord Sen continued. Jelena refocused her attention back to her father-in-law. But I dont think so. I know that ring. Only members of the Onjara family wear the White Griffin. Onjarameans griffin in ancient Siri-dar. Yours is actually a copy of the official Ring of State the king wears. All children of the sovereign are given non-magical copies to wear as signets. Keizo wore the ring you now possess before he ascended the throne. The fact that he gave it to your mother must mean that he had very strong feelings for her.

The woman who raised me-Claudia-always said my mother and father loved each other, and that my father gave my mother his ring so, one day, I might use it to find him. I always took that story with a grain of salt, Jelena said.

Grain of salt? Sen repeated quizzically.

An old Soldaran expression. It means to doubt a little. Id always hoped to find him some day, but I kept telling myself to be prepared for him to reject me. I still cannot believe what youre telling me is true, though! Why would the king travel alone in the borderlands?

Keizo wasnt king yet back then. His eldest brother Okame ruled, so he had no expectations of ever sitting on the throne. Okame had a family, you see-three sons and two daughters.

Keizo was restless as a younger man and often traveled far from home. He even journeyed to the human lands east of our bordersnot to the Empire, of course, but there are still human countries not yet under the yolk of the Soldarans and who dont hate us. Ai, the stories he used to tell I remember a time, bout eighteen years ago, when my old friend Zin-all his close friends called him that back before he became our king-showed up at my gate dirty, thin, and hobbling on a poorly set broken leg.

He wouldnt tell me exactly what had happened to him, only that hed had an accident, but that hed received help from someone. This person kept him alive until he was strong enough to make it back home.

My mother, Jelena whispered.

Seems so. Keizo was tight as an oyster, though. Never said any more about it. He stayed near two weeks, then returned to Sendai. Shortly thereafter, word reached us that King Okame and his entire family had drowned in a sudden unseasonable storm off the coast of the Arrisae Islands. Theyd been spending time at the royal retreat on the main island. The ship bringing them back to the mainland struck a reef during the gale and foundered. Everyone on board perished. When next I saw my childhood friend, he was my king and I was accepting the post as Commanding General of the Armies of Alasiri.