at the small knife he offered and wondered how a knife could know anything. It was pretty in design with a large red gem set in the worn hilt. “You ever need us, a decent mage can find me by that knife. Keep it safe and keep yourself safe.” She took the knife from him with a slight nod and he ruffled her hair and turned to follow Victory out into the bright sunlight. “Don’t forget my words, Priest, I won’t,” he called over his shoulder as the door closed behind him. Outside the Temple, Victory waited already mounted Avalanche. He was watching the Temple with an expression that made Havoc pause mid step. “You look like you just did something very bad Victory,” Havoc said cautiously. “What did you just do and will I have to kill you for it?” Victory looked over at him and shook his head. “I’m not really sure what I just did, Havoc, and I don’t know if you need to kill me yet or not. Only time will tell on that matter.” Havoc’s eyes narrowed and he looked back to the Temple doors before turning his gaze back to Victory. “You will explain that before I even think of getting on my horse.” His hand had dropped to the hilt of his sword, and his tone was dangerous and quiet. “You know I hate priests and this wasn’t something I liked to begin with.” “It’s not the priest, Havoc. I found nothing wrong with Father Belson. It was Caspian. When I spoke with him in the mind link last night, I explained everything. I showed him the girl and told him of the mark. He was so quiet I thought I had lost the link. When he did speak again, he told me to bring the girl here and leave her. He told me to have the priest keep her well away from the troubles of the world.” He rubbed his jaw and frowned. “Can’t say that’s a bad thing considering what the world is. There are times I’d rather if left me alone as well,” Havoc replied, his tone cautious. “Out with the rest of it, though. That’s not the whole of it or you wouldn’t be bothered.” Victory’s frown deepened. “He told me to leave coin enough for the girl to be well provided for, and to leave instruction with the priests. When she reaches age, she is to be sent to the Academy in Sanctuary for first circle training.” Havoc’s expression changed from caution to confusion. “Why would Badger’s daughter need first circle training?” he asked. “Exactly!” Victory agreed. “So you see my difficulty. I’m not sure what I just did to that child’s future or why I did it. But I have my orders and must follow them.” He turned his horse and with one last glance rode away from Bliss. Havoc frowned and mounted his own horse. “Bugger orders, Caspian will explain this when we get back to the fortress,” he grumbled and followed after Victory, ignoring the nagging feeling in his guts that he wouldn’t like the explanation.
Chapter 3 Bliss Ten years later.
Jala woke with a start and fought off the last hints of the nightmare. It had been a long while since she’d had one and the experience left her a bit shaken. She rubbed at her eyes with the back of her hand and noted by the light streaming through the window that she had overslept. She sat up with a groan and wondered why Gretchen hadn’t banged on her door yet. The surly housekeeper was never shy about waking her up. Her breath fogged in the early morning air and she cringed at the thought of leaving the warm quilts or putting her bare feet down on the cold tiles. Bits of her dream crept back to her as she sat there. Unlike the ones she’d had as a child, this one had been more from memory than fantasy. It had been forever since she had remembered that day. She had tried to push it to the back of her mind. It still hurt to remember. After all this time, even the bark of a dog was like a razor if the memories were too close. She swallowed the lump in her throat and crawled out of bed. As she had expected, the floor was icy beneath her bare feet. She quickly