Wilder Hawthorne
W ilder’s whole body tensed, his hand shooting to the grip of his own blade. But the alchemist had caught the flying dagger. Midair . And she’d done it without flinching, without a flicker of fear.
He wasn’t the only one staring.
‘Holy shit,’ Torj said with a low whistle.
The Guild Master's mouth had fallen open and he now slid from where he stood into the nearest chair, not taking his eyes off the alchemist.
Vernich said nothing, but his clenched jaw betrayed his shock.
The young woman’s expression now gleamed with challenge as she flicked the weapon, catching it by the tip between her fingers before returning it wordlessly to the librarian, hilt first.
She was no novice, that was for certain.
He had a strange feeling about her the moment he’d spotted her hidden on the clifftops, spying on their meet. Something had stopped him from hauling her out of the brush and demanding answers then and there.
Now, Wilder took in her slight build, the gold-streaked side braid framing her determined face and the scars littering her otherwise dainty hands.
Unlike the other alchemists, she wore pants that clung to her curves as she moved, her sleeves rolled up to the elbows revealing sun-kissed skin and an array of freckles —
Something unwelcome stirred within Wilder, but he clasped his hands together and steeled himself. This girl was trouble. She went against everything that Thezmarr stood for and no pretty face made up for that.
As if sensing his scrutiny, the alchemist met his gaze with round, celadon eyes and she lifted her chin in defiance, as though she had won.
It was Audra who broke the silence that pulsed through the council room.
‘For years I have listened to your concerns about the lowering intake of shieldbearers. For years I have stood alongside you as we’ve watched the darkness encroach further into the midrealms, cursing our lands, cursing our people . ’
The librarian’s voice was cold and factual.
‘Less and less of our shieldbearers graduate to the rank of Guardian, and I don’t even recall the last time one of our warriors even attempted the Warswords’ Great Rite.
There hasn’t been a new Warsword since Hawthorne.
It gets darker every day, the Veil shudders with the threat of more monsters…
And you want to turn away a promising warrior? ’
‘We don’t want to turn away anyone,’ Osiris countered. ‘But the laws are unbreakable.’
‘Unbreakable, perhaps…’ Audra allowed. ‘But not unchangeable.’
The alchemist was biting her lower lip, fidgeting. It was more evidence of her lack of suitability. She was raw, untrained and undisciplined.
But Audra was not through. The stern-faced woman whirled to face Torj. ‘Elderbrock, how many Veil breaches this month?’
‘Ah…’ Torj managed. ‘That information isn’t for civilians, Audra,’ he said apologetically.
‘I’m hardly a mere civilian, Torj Elderbrock. I trained in this fortress before the likes of you were even born.’ The older woman shot him a glare. ‘What about in the last year?’
‘Again, not knowledge I can divulge…’
Audra whirled around to face Osiris, whose face looked more weathered than before. ‘Do you want me to go on?’ she demanded. ‘We both know I don’t need your warrior brutes to divulge anything.’
Osiris threw his hands up in frustration. ‘What exactly do you want me to do, Audra?’
‘That depends,’ she said.
‘On?’
‘Do you consider these dark times? Do you consider the midrealms to be under immediate threat?’
A vein pulsed in the Guild Master’s temple. ‘Yes.’
‘Then we should allow Althea to train as a shieldbearer.’
Osiris’ whole body heaved in frustration. ‘ I told you , the rules are unbreakable. My hands are tied.’
‘Not as tightly as you might think,’ the librarian replied, striding to the bookshelf on the far side of the room. There, she slid a thick volume from its place and dropped it onto the table with a loud thud.
Begrudgingly fascinated, Wilder caught the title before she opened it and started scanning its pages: The Constitution of the Founding Furies .
He scoffed. Of course Audra would bring books and the Furies into this . She had been forced to give up her blades, but she would always be a warrior of Thezmarr. She could turn anything into a weapon.
‘Here,’ she declared, voice dripping with triumph as she read: ‘ In times of dire need, as declared by the Guild Master, all those capable may take up arms in the name of Thezmarr, as protectors of the midrealms. ’
‘Audra, that’s hardly enough to renounce a decades-old law.’
‘No, but it’s enough to petition the rulers.’
Wilder folded his arms over his chest, his eyes darting from the librarian to the alchemist. It was clear from the younger woman’s raised brows she had no prior knowledge of such a clause, however he knew Audra well enough to know that this was not some impassioned defence of her charge.
This was part of a plan she’d had in the works for a long time.
When Audra had thrown the blade, her aim had been true, her faith in her charge had been unwavering.
Audra was a sly old fox and whatever was occurring here and now in this room was just scratching the surface of her agenda.
‘This is an unprecedented request, Audra…’ Osiris warned.
‘Unprecedented times call for such requests,’ she shot back. ‘As does unprecedented talent. How many of your warriors can pluck a knife from the air? Bring me one man from your ranks who can do that.’
Though Wilder was loath to admit it, Audra had a point.
The alchemist watched on in silence, blinking at her warden, as though she couldn’t quite believe what was happening. Wilder wasn’t sure he believed it either, because from where he was standing, it looked like Audra was winning this battle.
The librarian seemed to share a silent exchange with the Guild Master. ‘Good,’ she said. ‘So it’s settled.’
‘Settled?’ Wilder echoed, clenching his fists at his sides.
It was the alchemist who addressed him, her voice cutting through the tension. ‘What exactly is your issue with me? This has no bearing on you.’
‘No bearing on me? You mean besides the fact you stole a sacred blade and put the midrealms at risk?’ he snapped.
It wasn’t just because of a blade, but the blade.
Though, the truth was, ever since the fall of Naarva all those years ago, he’d taken issue with a lot of things.
It was one of the reasons he was barely stationed at the fortress.
He took his simmering rage and scars with him wherever he went, the same rage that rippled off him now.
But the young woman folded her arms over her chest, the set of her jaw fierce. ‘Yes.’
Wilder restrained himself from closing the space between them and shaking her by the shoulders.
The alchemist had courage, of that he was sure, but courage alone couldn’t face the darkness descending on the midrealms. A dagger-wielding girl was no match for the festering creatures from beyond the Veil.
Instead, Wilder fought against his rising aggravation and looked at Osiris, grinding his teeth. ‘You’re going to add this to your list of mistakes as Guild Master, then?’ he asked, voice low.
Shock rippled through the room as Osiris’ head jerked up, his eyes bulging. ‘What did you just say?’
Wilder’s pulse raced. ‘You heard, Osiris. You’ve got quite the tally so far —’
‘Hawthorne…’ Torj cautioned.
‘If we’re done with the theatrics,’ he growled, stalking towards the door, his patience thinning. ‘I need a drink.’
‘Your disrespect of the guild knows no bounds, Warsword…’ Osiris said.
‘Disrespect?’ Wilder spat, his blood boiling. ‘You think I disrespect Thezmarr?’
Vernich shifted, an eager gleam in his gaze. Wilder knew he relished any dressing down of his fellow warriors.
Wilder’s gaze fell to the young woman again and he clenched his jaw, the muscles there beginning to ache as those celadon eyes pierced him. He had to admire her spirit, but it didn’t stop the fury surging through him. ‘She’s going to be more trouble than she’s worth.’
Torj, as always, begged reason. ‘Walk away, Wilder,’ he murmured.
‘With pleasure.’ And with that, Wilder threw the door open and stormed out, leaving Audra to her games and the alchemist to her fate.