Marie Harte - The Fire Within

Damn it, Darius. Arim glared as a blast scorched the stone archway above his head. High atop the battlements of the castle, Tanselms legendary sorcerer stood, an intimidating defence against the invading army. Normally safe from attack within the enchanted castle, Arim suddenly ducked to avoid another bolt of blue fire from the ground far below.

When he straightened, he noticed the oldest of the Royal Four, Prince Darius, returning a fiery storm of destruction upon the encroaching Netharat. A haze of heat surrounded the prince as he leaned over the stone wall and narrowed his eyes at the enemy. With outstretched hands he summoned his internal fire and directed its path to destruction through flaming fingertips.

Arim frowned and with a wave of his hand changed the Netharat attacking the castle gate into bodies of solid rock. He turned to Darius. The shields will hold. Go and gather your brothers in my chamber, now!

Darius turned to argue, but the red fury darkening Arims eyes told him hed pushed as hard as the sorcerer would tolerate. Though it grated him to withdraw, he left Arim and the other spellcasters to fetch his brothers.

He found Marcus, Cadmus and Aerolus staking the eastern turret, raining deluges of water, rippling shocks of rock and powerful blasts of wind upon the enemy steadily approaching the castles defensive perimeter. Muttered spells and intent stares, stabbing hands and sweeping arms commanded the elements to do his brothers bidding. He watched them battle, impressed despite his familiarity with such sights. But Arims words recalled him to purpose.

Cease your attacks and come with me, he called to his brothers after torching one wraith bent on bridging the now frozen moat surrounding the castle. The creature shrieked and flailed trying to douse the flames. Arim orders us to his chamber.

But Cadmus tried to protest.

No buts. Darius looked out over the castle wall and cursed as he spotted the dimensional gateway through which the enemy had entered. Far in the distance, the gateway looked like a molten pool of fire against the pale blue sky. Unfortunately, cascading down from that pool onto the ground came another wave of Netharat, a foul river of corruption staining the very land they touched.

We have to go, Aerolus agreed, his voice calm in contrast to the chaos surrounding them.

As one the four brothers raced through the castle to Arims chamber deep in the heart of their home. The moment they approached the hardy oak door, it swung open, allowing the brothers entry into a room teeming with magic.

Like the steady droning of bees, a subtle hum vibrated within the stone walls, making the air crackle with energy. A narrow bed lay along one wall while a nearby desk filled with parchment and quills graced the adjoining wall. Tables and flat workstations filled the rest of the spacious room. On every surface except the bed lay glass pitchers and clay bowls filled with the sorcerers spell castings.

It took you long enough. Darius nearly jumped as Queen Ravyn closed the door with a wave of her hand, stepping out from its shadow. She narrowed her eyes, lingering on Cadmus. When Arim gives an order, you obey.

Tall and stately, with the catlike eyes and dark black hair shed passed to all her sons, Queen Ravyn watched the Royal Four like a bird of prey about to swoop. Her understated power seemed to thrive in Arims chamber, her cheeks flushed and her eyes blazing as she studied her sons.

Mother, Darius said, his body taut with the effort to contain the powerful energy seething around him. He noticed his brothers looking equally uneasy. Shouldnt you be in your tower under guard?

She scoffed and motioned him and his brothers farther into the room. You do take after your father, dont you? She smiled sadly, a grim reminder of his fathers recent passing. I am just as strong as Faustus was, Darius. I may not command the winds, but theres more to my strength than elemental magic. Her eyes narrowed. And not one word about my frail state of mind. I just lost my husband, but Im not an invalid. And Ive power enough to stop these invaders from taking my crown.

Darius blinked at the reprimand. He glanced at his brothers to see what they made of the gentle queen and saw them equally confused. Indeed, his mother certainly appeared more warrior than royal lady. Her green eyes were lit with an inner fierceness; her stance was both battle-ready and aggressive.

Gone were her royal robes of blue and the seal of power draped around her throat. She wore a long-sleeved red tunic and black trousers, very similar to the garb Arim had been wearing.

As if his thoughts had conjured the sorcerer, Arim suddenly appeared in a corner of the room, bringing a rush of energy into the already intense area.

Quickly, we have little time.

Time for what? Marcus asked, looking as irritated by Arims vague orders as Darius felt.

Ravyn frowned but Arim shook his head. No, Ravyn, they need to know before its too late.

Darius and his brothers stared in surprise. Never had Arim spoken so informally with their mother. Always before it had been Queen Ravyn or Honourable Lady.

The Netharat attack this day with one purpose and one purpose only. To kill the Royal Four and thus destroy the royal line.

All the more reason to meet them in opposition. The Storm Lords do not bow to anyone, Darius said, sure of his brothers support. That anyone could think to destroy the peace and beauty of their land The familiar rage built, and heat festered inside him begging for release.

No, his mother interjected. We cannot risk you four now. She glanced at Arim, then continued. Word arrived this morning thats changed everything. The other kingdoms have weakened.

What do you mean? Marcus asked, his clear blue eyes clouding with suspicion.

Before the sunrise this morning, your uncles passed into the Light, along with your aunts and cousins. Ravyns eyes shone with unshed tears. We are all that remain of the Storm Lords.

Darius stared at her in shock. Tanselm had always been protected by the Tetrarchfour identical brothers of royal blood. For one thousand years peace and tranquillity reigned over a prosperous land filled with precious life-giving soil and ever-spawning wildlife. That evil should now retake what the original Storm Lords had once fought so hard to obtain was unthinkable.

As his home, the western territory, was under attack, the other three territories lay even more vulnerable to a Netharat onslaught. It just didnt seem possible that the power of the Storm Lords could have let such a thing happen.

Its true, Arim stated quietly, his voice vibrant with authority. He gazed at each of them. Your father was poisoned, like the other monarchs, by an evil the Djinn concocted. If we dont get you four out of here, you will certainly die, killing the rest of us as surely as we stand here talking.

Cadmus ran a hand through his thick black hair. The shields would never let the Djinn enter Tanselm.

I didnt say the Djinn entered our world, only that they are in league with the Netharat.

But they ally with no one. They never have, Marcus protested.

Until now. Arim spoke with confidence, his eyes grim, the dark black irises swallowed by a fierce red anger. I dont know how Sin Garu is doing it, but hes amassed the Netharat and the Djinn to do his bidding. Hes penetrated our shields just enough to allow his wraiths to create a dimension portal and killed not one but all of the Tetrarch. If not for you four and your mother, Tanselms shields would have completely fallen by now.

And you, Arim, Ravyn said softly. Your power is perhaps the strongest of us all.