Part 12
"Keep In Touch" (Part 1)
One Year Ago....
Those were the days, Hayden thought now as he huffed on his pipe, hoping that the sweet scent of tobacco filling his lungs would carry him away on the fumes that escaped his lips. Unfortunately, they came knocking before that could happen.
Bam-bam-bam. "Wakey-wakey, Watchman! We know you're in there!" growled a voice.
Hayden groaned and covered his head with his hands. "I'm not in!" he shouted back. "Take a number and lodge your complaint at the Office of the Harbor Watch!"
Hayden groaned and covered his head with his hands. "I'm not in!" he shouted back. "Take a number and lodge your complaint at the Office of the Harbor Watch!"
Bam-bam."Hang the Office! I'm a Realmish citizen, and as long as Madam Denahlia is gone, you're Acting Watch, and therefore all her duties are your responsibility!"
"I need those permission papers before the soldiers confiscate my merchandise!"
"It says here that I'll be taken to court if I don't have a vendor's permit! Where am I supposed to get one of those?"
"How much longer do I have to wait to get my security deposit refunded?"
"I need those permission papers before the soldiers confiscate my merchandise!"
"It says here that I'll be taken to court if I don't have a vendor's permit! Where am I supposed to get one of those?"
"How much longer do I have to wait to get my security deposit refunded?"
Hayden scowled at the letter tacked to the wall above his desk. "Denahlia Firron is engaged in the service of a private and confidential client until further notice. Apologies for the inconvenience."
How dreadfully stiff and formal--and completely devoid of any of the usual detailed explanation Denahlia would give. How much longer would this client need her "services", anyway? It had been a year already. Who else knew about this?
Knock-knock. "Watchman Hayden, this is Captain Bernard of the Harbor Guard!"
Hayden knew better than to ignore this particular complaint. He opened the door. "What is it, Captain?"
The armored soldier snapped a salute. "Just letting you know, sir, that we've had word of another incident involving the Silver Bandit. Several windows in a shop smashed, but all the stolen merchandise has been recovered, and the thieves were found locked in a storm cellar next door."
Hayden groaned and rubbed his eyes. "Again? That's the fourth time this year! And do your men have any more leads on this vigilante?"
Hayden knew better than to ignore this particular complaint. He opened the door. "What is it, Captain?"
The armored soldier snapped a salute. "Just letting you know, sir, that we've had word of another incident involving the Silver Bandit. Several windows in a shop smashed, but all the stolen merchandise has been recovered, and the thieves were found locked in a storm cellar next door."
Hayden groaned and rubbed his eyes. "Again? That's the fourth time this year! And do your men have any more leads on this vigilante?"
Captain Bernard scowled and shook his head. "No sir; every time we get close, it is always a dead end. Funny how the Bandit only seems to strike the merchants who have something to hide, or round up the thugs who are causing us trouble," he stroked his chin and a small smile played around his lips. "Sure makes our jobs a little easier, even though what he's doing is technically wrong."
Now, why can't I get the Silver Bandit to come out here and do things to make my job easier? Hayden thought to himself. "Well, clean up the mess, and keep a wary eye out." Maybe the Silver Bandit was working in league with Denahlia--maybe she was testing him, seeing how well he functioned without her!
Hayden glanced up to the cluster of buildings overlooking the former Peacekeeper garrison. The foremost of these was the space Madam Denahlia claimed as her offices, clearly visible from Hayden's small shack. The windows were usually open and lit up when she was inside and ready to receive business requests and meet with clients. They had been dark for some time now.
As the soldiers marched away, Hayden's eyes caught a flicker of something up by the Watch Office.
Was it?
Could it be?
As the soldiers marched away, Hayden's eyes caught a flicker of something up by the Watch Office.
Was it?
Could it be?
Hayden felt a rush of relief when the lights of the office glowed brightly in the glow of sunset. Someone was moving around inside! That relief subsided into fear, as Hayden realized what else that might mean: someone was moving around... but could he be sure it was Madam Denahlia herself, or someone else who had figured out a way to get inside?
He secured his own office door before making his way up the streets to the office bloc.
He secured his own office door before making his way up the streets to the office bloc.
As he neared the office door, he could hear a series of strange noises issuing from the inside. It sounded like Madam Denahila's voice, but she seemed to be talking to someone.
Hayden stepped over the threshold into the courtyard surrounding her building, and his body came to a complete stop, as if he had slammed into a wall he could neither see nor feel. Immediately, the air filled with the clamor of many bells and whining horns, and someone burst out of the door into the Office of the Harbor Watch.
It should have been Madam Denahlia, but it was not the pink-haired ex-Hunter that had waltzed into his office a year ago saying that she had just been appointed Harbor Watch by King Jaran himself. This woman had short-cropped dark hair with a brilliant-white streak through it, and sported a fresh pink scar over one eye. She recognized him immediately.
Hayden stepped over the threshold into the courtyard surrounding her building, and his body came to a complete stop, as if he had slammed into a wall he could neither see nor feel. Immediately, the air filled with the clamor of many bells and whining horns, and someone burst out of the door into the Office of the Harbor Watch.
It should have been Madam Denahlia, but it was not the pink-haired ex-Hunter that had waltzed into his office a year ago saying that she had just been appointed Harbor Watch by King Jaran himself. This woman had short-cropped dark hair with a brilliant-white streak through it, and sported a fresh pink scar over one eye. She recognized him immediately.
"Hayden?" she called over the noise. A quick gesture from her hand, and all sound faded into silence. Hayden regained control over his limbs, but he still stood there in the gateway, reluctant to step forward again, lest whatever had captured him before would do it again.
"Madam Denahlia?" he asked.
"Madam Denahlia?" he asked.
She nodded, beckoning to him. "Yes! Come inside, I have a few things to show you."
He balked. "But... you look... different. And where did you go? Why didn't you let me know you were going to be gone? What happened to keep you away for so long? Why didn't you send word all this time?"
She was already inside her office, so Hayden didn't have much choice but to follow her, if he wanted answers--and he certainly did want them.
He got as far as the doorway, when Denahlia caught his eye and ordered, "Wait!"
Hayden froze right where he was until she came over to him and handed him a small round brooch of some sort. "Put this on," she said. "I've already entered it into the system."
He balked. "But... you look... different. And where did you go? Why didn't you let me know you were going to be gone? What happened to keep you away for so long? Why didn't you send word all this time?"
She was already inside her office, so Hayden didn't have much choice but to follow her, if he wanted answers--and he certainly did want them.
He got as far as the doorway, when Denahlia caught his eye and ordered, "Wait!"
Hayden froze right where he was until she came over to him and handed him a small round brooch of some sort. "Put this on," she said. "I've already entered it into the system."
Hayden examined it closely. It seemed to be a smooth gem set in some kind of strange metal. He didn't see a clasp or a pin or any sort of way to affix it to his tunic, but when he pressed the back of the setting against his shoulder, he felt it stick, and when he dropped his hand, the gem remained attached to his clothing. No amount of tugging would remove it.
"Where did you get all of this?" he gazed around at the new objects littering the office. Every available surface was covered with lenses and objects of different sizes and shapes, some black, white, and silver in color, and multiples of the same object grouped together. Small dots of various colors blinked from within them: red, blue, green, and white, in different configurations. "What does it mean?"
Denahlia sighed, running her fingers through her short hair, just the way she used to do when it was long and purple-hued. Hayden caught sight of a short red scar running down the back of her wrists, to match the one on her face. "Look, I'm sorry for leaving so suddenly," she said. "To tell you the truth, I didn't know I could just be taken out of The Realm and transported somewhere else so suddenly, either. It just happened."
"Where did you get all of this?" he gazed around at the new objects littering the office. Every available surface was covered with lenses and objects of different sizes and shapes, some black, white, and silver in color, and multiples of the same object grouped together. Small dots of various colors blinked from within them: red, blue, green, and white, in different configurations. "What does it mean?"
Denahlia sighed, running her fingers through her short hair, just the way she used to do when it was long and purple-hued. Hayden caught sight of a short red scar running down the back of her wrists, to match the one on her face. "Look, I'm sorry for leaving so suddenly," she said. "To tell you the truth, I didn't know I could just be taken out of The Realm and transported somewhere else so suddenly, either. It just happened."
"Who did this to you?" Hayden asked. "Why did you disappear? Where did you go?"
"Hayden, please." Denahlia bent over one of her side-tables and fiddled with the set of devices there, tapping out some kind of pattern with her fingertips. "I can't tell you anything of that nature--I don't know who took me, I can't tell you where I went, nor why I was brought there." She looked up at him. "But I promise you, I learned much while I was there, and all this, I've brought back, to make The Realm safer than ever against outside threats!" She pointed to the set of round devices with lenses, each no bigger than a chicken egg. "See those? They are infrared cameras, capable of detecting things in the dark based on heat levels--much like my eyes could. I'm going to put them on the walls around the castle, throughout the city, and down here in the harbor. They're all synced with the digital surface of my desk, right here." She swept a few devices aside to show him the way her desk lit up at her touch, flashing and moving and displaying a map of the whole Realm at once. She tapped again, and the map filled with small moving squiggles and dots that Hayden gradually realized were people--Madam Denahlia had somehow brought the entire Realm to her fingertips.
Hayden didn't understand about half of what she said, and when he tried to make the map move and shift with his touch, nothing happened.
Denahlia sniffed. "Sorry, it only responds to my touch, unless I give you permission."
"Permission?" Hayden asked, thoroughly befuddled. "How can you ensure that whoever took you away and kept you prisoner won't do it again, if you don't know who was responsible for that?"
Denahlia kept her back to him. He watched her shoulders slump. Finally, she turned around. In her hands she held a large silver orb with many blinking lights all around it.
Denahlia sniffed. "Sorry, it only responds to my touch, unless I give you permission."
"Permission?" Hayden asked, thoroughly befuddled. "How can you ensure that whoever took you away and kept you prisoner won't do it again, if you don't know who was responsible for that?"
Denahlia kept her back to him. He watched her shoulders slump. Finally, she turned around. In her hands she held a large silver orb with many blinking lights all around it.
"This is what will protect me," she said, "protect all of us. I'll keep it here in my office, and it will cover the entire Harbor, from the edge of the City down to the Forest. If it senses any outside interference, it will throw up a shield that cuts it off--whether that interference comes from technology or magic." She left the orb sitting on a stand all by itself in the corner of her office, like some bizarre piece of decorative art. Strangely enough, it didn't seem altogether out-of-place with the way her office looked.
Hayden scratched the back of his neck. All of these new things and the ideas Denahlia talked about made his head spin and his skin crawl.
Hayden scratched the back of his neck. All of these new things and the ideas Denahlia talked about made his head spin and his skin crawl.
She loaded a bunch of the sensors and little things she called cameras into a box and handed it to Hayden. "Here, help me set these up."
He looked at the array of strange little things. There were no gears, no clockworks, no way of knowing how they worked, or switches to turn them on and off. "What are they?" he asked.
"Think of them as my eyes and ears," Denahlia said. "When we're done, I'll be able to connect with any region of the Realm with a snap of my fingers." She snapped her fingers to demonstrate, and the entire office went dark. A second snap, and everything came back on again. "This cramped little office will become the most integrated space in the whole kingdom."
Hayden followed her out of the courtyard. A chime rang out as he left, and he could feel the invisible barrier snapping into place. No one would be able to access the office until they returned. He frowned. "Won't people notice?" he asked. "They don't like to be spied on, you know."
"Of course I know," Denahlia snorted. "I myself was a King's Eye, remember? But with these beauties," she picked up an egg-shaped sensor and set it back in the box, "people can go about their business as normal, and they won't even know they're there. They can ignore us, but we'll be watching them every step of the way."
Hayden thought about the Silver Bandit, and how impossible it had been to catch him--but perhaps with this new system, they'd be able to see him before he struck again. His days of being isolated and uninformed were quickly coming to an end.
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He looked at the array of strange little things. There were no gears, no clockworks, no way of knowing how they worked, or switches to turn them on and off. "What are they?" he asked.
"Think of them as my eyes and ears," Denahlia said. "When we're done, I'll be able to connect with any region of the Realm with a snap of my fingers." She snapped her fingers to demonstrate, and the entire office went dark. A second snap, and everything came back on again. "This cramped little office will become the most integrated space in the whole kingdom."
Hayden followed her out of the courtyard. A chime rang out as he left, and he could feel the invisible barrier snapping into place. No one would be able to access the office until they returned. He frowned. "Won't people notice?" he asked. "They don't like to be spied on, you know."
"Of course I know," Denahlia snorted. "I myself was a King's Eye, remember? But with these beauties," she picked up an egg-shaped sensor and set it back in the box, "people can go about their business as normal, and they won't even know they're there. They can ignore us, but we'll be watching them every step of the way."
Hayden thought about the Silver Bandit, and how impossible it had been to catch him--but perhaps with this new system, they'd be able to see him before he struck again. His days of being isolated and uninformed were quickly coming to an end.
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Velora rubbed her fingers over the Token in her pocket as she made her way down the eastern road to reach the Forest, the one that led right past the cutoff to Wildhaven, rather than the main thoroughfare that stayed more central, heading almost to the Harbor. It had been a while since she'd had any cause to go anywhere near the Gifted haven. The whole time, her mind travelled all around the matter of the stranger Raedyn. She shuddered to think how close he'd been to actually killing Zayra without any of them really realizing it. Would her blood become visible once it leaked out of her body? They probably wouldn't have heard her scream, the way things were now.
And what about that? What manner of magic would turn a person into something of a ghost--worse than a ghost, because at least ghosts could interact somewhat with the world around them. Zayra was extremely limited in what she could do, as far as interacting. As long as Azelie could keep reading her thoughts, she at least had that one last avenue of communication with them--but what if that faded?
Sable's warning growl brought Velora's attention back to the present, and she stepped aside to avoid the creeping vines that had nearly grabbed her from the far side of the tree.
Sable's warning growl brought Velora's attention back to the present, and she stepped aside to avoid the creeping vines that had nearly grabbed her from the far side of the tree.
A golden glint flickered in the shadowy air between two trees. Velora smiled and pulled the Token into her hand. What luck! A portal was just what she needed right now. She wouldn't wait around for Spruce to come to her--she'd take the matter directly to him.
Sable whined when Velora stopped. The wolves were never very comfortable where Elves were involved. The Alpha smiled to show her pack-mate that there was nothing to fear, and gestured for the she-wolf to wait there. Sable stayed standing and alert, her ears aimed forward, her eyes watching everything that moved. Velora displayed the Token in front of her, braced herself, and stepped through the portal.
Sable whined when Velora stopped. The wolves were never very comfortable where Elves were involved. The Alpha smiled to show her pack-mate that there was nothing to fear, and gestured for the she-wolf to wait there. Sable stayed standing and alert, her ears aimed forward, her eyes watching everything that moved. Velora displayed the Token in front of her, braced herself, and stepped through the portal.
A tingling sensation not unlike Jaran's lightning swept across her skin, and the Token felt like a live bee buzzing in her hand--but when she opened her eyes and stepped forward, she found herself at the crossroad that cut through the forest and led right to her office--on the opposite edge of the entrance to Wildhaven. Velora frowned as she looked down at the medallion in her hand.
"Whatever happened to common courtesy?" she complained to the empty air.
"Our courtesy extends only as far as we allow," said a voice behind her, as Prince Spruce materialized out of a golden shimmer of his own. He smirked at her, "and we Elves are anything but common."
Velora pinched her lips. "After all the negotiating and making nice we've done to keep favorable relations between us," she retorted, "how come you get to show up unannounced in my realm, but I don't get to do the same in yours?"
Spruce shrugged, fiddling with his leather cuffs. He flicked a golden ball of light at a bush, and immediately two branches cradling a goblet of wine emerged. He took a sip before replying to her question, "We don't let you, that's why. And, given our current strains upon the High Prince's tolerance of you mortals just now, I sincerely hope that your attempt to approach us means that you've complied with the conditions of our last request?" he raised an eyebrow, but there was no missing the danger glinting in his strange golden eyes.
Velora relaxed into his casual aloofness, offering a smirk of her own. "You're not getting Markus, if that's what you're after."
Spruce's expression betrayed no frustration. "And the dragon? Have you found it? Captured it, at least?"
"You're not getting that, either," Velora replied. She couldn't manifest things the way Spruce did, but she at least found a large stone to sit upon. Spruce hesitated for a long moment, watching her with disdain in his eyes only. Finally, he waved again at another bush, and it rearranged itself into a comfortable throne-like seat for His Majesty, situated directly in front of Velora.
"Whatever happened to common courtesy?" she complained to the empty air.
"Our courtesy extends only as far as we allow," said a voice behind her, as Prince Spruce materialized out of a golden shimmer of his own. He smirked at her, "and we Elves are anything but common."
Velora pinched her lips. "After all the negotiating and making nice we've done to keep favorable relations between us," she retorted, "how come you get to show up unannounced in my realm, but I don't get to do the same in yours?"
Spruce shrugged, fiddling with his leather cuffs. He flicked a golden ball of light at a bush, and immediately two branches cradling a goblet of wine emerged. He took a sip before replying to her question, "We don't let you, that's why. And, given our current strains upon the High Prince's tolerance of you mortals just now, I sincerely hope that your attempt to approach us means that you've complied with the conditions of our last request?" he raised an eyebrow, but there was no missing the danger glinting in his strange golden eyes.
Velora relaxed into his casual aloofness, offering a smirk of her own. "You're not getting Markus, if that's what you're after."
Spruce's expression betrayed no frustration. "And the dragon? Have you found it? Captured it, at least?"
"You're not getting that, either," Velora replied. She couldn't manifest things the way Spruce did, but she at least found a large stone to sit upon. Spruce hesitated for a long moment, watching her with disdain in his eyes only. Finally, he waved again at another bush, and it rearranged itself into a comfortable throne-like seat for His Majesty, situated directly in front of Velora.
"And why not?" he asked. "Is this some trick you're pulling because your afraid the Elves might make a power-play?"
Velora snorted. "Isn't that why you made a point of keeping me out of Elvendom just so you could arrange to parley with me on your own terms, even if it means coming to me yourself? To answer your question," she went on before he could reply, "I can declare with reasonable certainty that you won't be able to reclaim your dragon because based on the information I've gleaned, it is entirely possible that she left your little sanctuary of her own volition."
"Her own volition?" Spruce sat forward, his fingers digging into the tangled branches of the shrub. "But that means--"
Velora snorted. "Isn't that why you made a point of keeping me out of Elvendom just so you could arrange to parley with me on your own terms, even if it means coming to me yourself? To answer your question," she went on before he could reply, "I can declare with reasonable certainty that you won't be able to reclaim your dragon because based on the information I've gleaned, it is entirely possible that she left your little sanctuary of her own volition."
"Her own volition?" Spruce sat forward, his fingers digging into the tangled branches of the shrub. "But that means--"
"She didn't want to lay an egg inside Elvendom. She wanted it out here," Velora gestured to the forest around them, "in The Realm, which means she gets to stay in The Realm until she chooses to return with her Wyrmling." She grinned at the Elvish prince. "See? I know a thing or two about your customs. I pay attention!"
Spruce leaned back in his chair and squinted shrewdly at the woman across from him, pressing his fingertips against each other. "And where is the dragon now? What assurances do I have that you will not intentionally implement measures to prevent it from returning of its own accord, should it decide to do so?"
Spruce leaned back in his chair and squinted shrewdly at the woman across from him, pressing his fingertips against each other. "And where is the dragon now? What assurances do I have that you will not intentionally implement measures to prevent it from returning of its own accord, should it decide to do so?"
Velora's temper flared out of her eyes. "She's going to do whatever she wants, as far as any of us are concerned! I don't even know where she is, the last time I saw any dragon was when my man got swept into a portal when attempting to be a good steward and keep it safe--and you lot decided to use him for leverage against me!" She finished this last with a bare-toothed scowl. She held up a finger and wagged it at the Elvish prince. "You listen to me now, sir! Dragon sovereignty means that you cannot hold any of us responsible for her choices and actions--and therefore you have no grounds to continue holding my man!"
Spruce waved his throne back into a bush and stood before Velora, sighing as he turned over a small rock with his soft boot. "Very well, I will inform my brother of these developments and see if I can't smooth things over with him."
Velora raised an eyebrow. "And Gavin?"
Spruce waved his throne back into a bush and stood before Velora, sighing as he turned over a small rock with his soft boot. "Very well, I will inform my brother of these developments and see if I can't smooth things over with him."
Velora raised an eyebrow. "And Gavin?"
Spruce opened his mouth to answer, but just then, a trio of croaking crows flapped overhead, making plenty of noise as they chased each other from tree to tree. Velora shrugged it off, but the Elf remained riveted on their behavior, watching them until they were far out of sight. He looked back at her with more concern in his eyes than she'd ever seen before.
"It is an omen," he murmured, and turned to step back through the portal.
Velora called after him, "What is? Tell me what you mean!" but Spruce was gone.
A twig cracked under someone's foot, and Velora heard a groan. She turned just in time to see Gavin himself, scuffed up but none the worse for wear, leaning against a tree and panting as if he'd just run a very great distance. He grinned shyly at her.
"Reporting for duty, ma'am," he gasped.
"Gavin!" Velora faced him, relief flooding her mind. "I was beginning to worry I'd never see you again."
"It is an omen," he murmured, and turned to step back through the portal.
Velora called after him, "What is? Tell me what you mean!" but Spruce was gone.
A twig cracked under someone's foot, and Velora heard a groan. She turned just in time to see Gavin himself, scuffed up but none the worse for wear, leaning against a tree and panting as if he'd just run a very great distance. He grinned shyly at her.
"Reporting for duty, ma'am," he gasped.
"Gavin!" Velora faced him, relief flooding her mind. "I was beginning to worry I'd never see you again."
The young ranger coughed. "Well, I thought I was going to spend the rest of my days as an Elvish prisoner-of-war, which I might have, if that man with the metal arm hadn't busted me out!"
"Markus?" Velora asked with some incredulity. "I thought he took the dragons and left you behind."
Gavin shrugged. "Well, he did at first. I don't know how long I spent just sitting there in that cell, but then all of a sudden there he was again, ripped the door right off its hinges and dragged me out again. I've been wandering these woods looking for you..." he ducked his head with a smile. "And Sable, too. Where is she, by the way?"
"Markus?" Velora asked with some incredulity. "I thought he took the dragons and left you behind."
Gavin shrugged. "Well, he did at first. I don't know how long I spent just sitting there in that cell, but then all of a sudden there he was again, ripped the door right off its hinges and dragged me out again. I've been wandering these woods looking for you..." he ducked his head with a smile. "And Sable, too. Where is she, by the way?"
A familiar howl echoed through the forest, and the sleek grey wolf came bounding down the path. Wolf and ranger reunited, and Velora finally found something in this whole horrible day that actually turned out right for once!
She waited until Sable settled at Gavin's side before clapping him on the shoulder. "Gavin, before you return to your old post," she said. "There's something I want you to do first."
He nodded. "Anything, ma'am!"
She waited until Sable settled at Gavin's side before clapping him on the shoulder. "Gavin, before you return to your old post," she said. "There's something I want you to do first."
He nodded. "Anything, ma'am!"
Velora glanced to the skies before she issued her instructions. "Just before you reappeared, Spruce and I saw a couple crows, and he said something about it being some kind of an omen."
"Omen?" Gavin scrunched up his face. "Like bad news, or a coming plague or something?"
The Forest Warden wagged her head. "No idea. I want you to go through the archives Lady Aurelle made for us about the forest and its animals. Look for anything pertaining to crows and what sorts of omens might be associated with them." Maybe if we find something, it'll give us a hint as to what's actually going on around here, and if I should be worried! she thought to herself.
"Omen?" Gavin scrunched up his face. "Like bad news, or a coming plague or something?"
The Forest Warden wagged her head. "No idea. I want you to go through the archives Lady Aurelle made for us about the forest and its animals. Look for anything pertaining to crows and what sorts of omens might be associated with them." Maybe if we find something, it'll give us a hint as to what's actually going on around here, and if I should be worried! she thought to herself.
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