The One Who Unites Ch. 10-12

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**Chapter 10**

"Where are you taking me?" Aylin asked the team of Elves who stood guard around her.

Since she had been found by her old tribe, they had become incredibly defensive of her. The group walked in a formation with Aylin at the center, walled in by Elven warriors.

At the front of the team, the man who claimed to be her husband guided the way. "You will be home soon," he said. "Your family is waiting for you."

"My family?" She repeated. Aylin had trouble envisioning any relatives. For a long time she had been alone, a single person drifting through a world she she struggled to adjust to.

That was until Simon entered her life.

Things made more sense when he was near. With him she had a purpose, a direction to travel, and a camp she found a place in. It was a good life.

If there was such a thing as family to her, the man they currently kept imprisoned was as close as any came.

They kept Aylin separated from him, warning that he was dangerous.

Their accusations were clear lies. Simon was no risk to anyone in his current state. He was constantly fading in and out from consciousness while being dragged along by his feet. Even when awake she knew that he was kind and true to his word.

"We are not far." Eliander stopped at a seeming random point in the road. He drew a symbol with mana in his hand and the world ahead rippled at his touch like water.

The translucent barrier in front of them became clear, Aylin could see its dividing line that merely gave the illusion of a forest continuing ahead.

The group walked through with little resistance. This must be a protective spell that hides their territory and keeps out intruders.

As she passed to the other side a breathtaking sight appeared. She recognized this place from the disjointed recollections of her memory. The once blurry mental picture now appeared in front of her in great detail.

"Orisan village, the land of the forest Elves." Eliander pointed. "Your kingdom."

Despite everything that happened leading to this point, Aylin felt a genuine joy at the sight of her original home. She immediately felt a change upon stepping into this place.

The village was in harmony with nature. She could tell by the crispness of the wind that ran past her hair that the air was alive with energy. It was the same beckoning feeling she had when the winds whispered omens.

The Forest Gods were strong here, stronger than in any other place she had been. She took solace in the idea that for some reason they had brought her and Simon to this place. Nothing happened without purpose after all.

As she walked further into villages center, Aylin saw the grand scale of her home first hand. Massive structures made of sage trees lined the wide streets she walked. Various shops and homes were peppered with Elves going about their day.

They stopped to look at her passing. She noticed many began muttering and talking amongst each other before moving to line the sides of the road. A commotion soon swept over the area as more and more joined.

They spoke in Elvish, beginning to chant a soothing melody. It was the first time the language graced Aylins ears in a long while.

"The daughter of our tribe is back." They chanted. "The Gods have returned her."

They bowed and looked up at her only in shy glances as she passed. The condition of their clothes were tattered, and Aylin noticed they wore wounds that looked to be from battle. Even more so, there was another detail that stood out to her.

"They are nearly all children or elders." Aylin realized it just as a young girl met her eyes. She did not look abashed like the others, but smiled proudly. A bandage covered her right eye, and her face was gaunt from hunger. "What has happened to this place?"

"Everyone of fighting age is enlisted to defend our home." Eliander had moved to her side and spoke softly. "More will be explained once we see the Queen. Just know that they have awaited your return. You are a symbol of hope to them... and also to me."

He moved to try and hold Aylins hand, but she recoiled at the advance. "Whatever person you knew me as before is gone," she said. "You are still not forgiven for imprisoning my..." she trailed off.

"Your what?" He asked.

Aylin could not find the words. What was Simon to her now? The moment he was to make his feelings clear had ended so abruptly that she was left with little closure.

It seemed that the crowds had realized Simon following in the tail end of the formation. They shot looks filled with animosity at him.

"We are in conflict with the humans," Eliander said with urgency. "Our people are distrusting of their kind. We should move quickly."

She saw something in the corner of her eye. An elderly Elf rose with a rock in hand aimed at the defenseless black cloaked man.

"Truce breakers." He yelled.

Aylin stopped the attack mid air with a burst of wind and the rock tumbled harmlessly to floor.

She pushed past Eliander and the guards, who now appeared hesitant to make a scene of stopping her in front of the crowds.

"Move." Aylin ordered the men carrying Simon off and locked her arm under his shoulder. She often joked he was light, but this time she needed to use the help of wind magic to support his weight as they walked.

The Elves looked upon her, some in awe, and others in confusion. She cared little for what they thought of her or whether she was allied to a human or not.

"He is mine." Aylin made her voice loud, speaking with authority that surprised even herself. "Anyone that wishes harm him will not be met with another warning."

They shied away while the old Elf fell to his knees and cast his eyes down in shame.

She lowered Simons cowl, wishing for them to see the man she had chosen to bond to.

Even in sleep she was drawn to him, familiar with every feature of his face, from the curve of his jaw to the deep set gaze of his eyes.

She longed to hold him close and give all of herself to bringing him back to health, to feast in each others energy and become one.

More than anything, she wished for his presence. When he is leading at her side no challenge seemed insurmountable, and never did she feel lost. There was no one else who gave her such strength.

"I will not leave you." She whispered to him. "Just a little farther. I will find you help."

Eliander sighed and turned away. It seemed that he had more trouble than anyone in accepting her feelings. He would need to eventually.

The crowd filled streets led to a great domed structure. Elves in decorative armor opened a barrier gate as the party rose up the steps.

Voices from inside grew louder as they passed through a hall and into a wide chamber.

"They are waiting us out." An elf in colorful robes that were so long they formed into puddles at his feet spoke passionately. "Must we sit idly on our hands while the humans leave us to die?"

A woman sat on the throne, risen high on a platform. She fanned her face slowly, but Aylin took note of her green eyes peering down on the man.

Behind her, a massive tree extended through an open roof above. Its leaves were made of gold that shimmered as they shook in the wind.

"You mistake me for a coward." The Queen snapped her fan and released a blade of wind at the Elf, narrowly missing his face as he shied in fear. "If you want to judge my decisions, then perhaps you should sit on the throne. Would you like that?"

"No, my lady." His voice petered to a whimper.

Attention shifted as they entered the room. Once again, all eyes tracked onto Aylin and Simon. She hated being judged like this.

The Queen rose and the room quieted. Seeing her this clearly, Aylin had no doubts that this woman was her mother. It was like looking into a mirror.

She was dressed ornately in multiple layers of decorated robes and her dark hair was kept up by gold pins and accessories that hung down in tassels. The Queens face was like an older version of her own, only more matured and wise.

"This hearing has ended." She commanded the elf speaking at the podium below. "The matter will be discussed another time."

He left with an entourage of soldiers. Aylin could see his face was reddened from arguing.

"Aylin... you have returned." The Queen stepped down the stairs to the throne. Her words lacked any particular emotion, but were spoken as a statement of fact. "You have brought company as well."

"His name is Simon and he is ill with mana withdrawals," Aylin said. "He needs assistance immediately."

The queen directed her fan towards elves dressed in blue garb that watched from the side of the room. "Clerics, see that he is kept alive and brought to a cell until I call for him."

A cell? Eliander had spoken similarly of imprisonment.

"Why must he be taken away?" Aylin argued."You will need to take me as well. Wherever he goes, I will follow."

"Standing up for a human?" The queens narrowed eyes widened for a split second. "This is most unlike you."

"My queen, it is because she was found without her memories." Eliander stepped forward. "She does not understand the situation. Please, show them both some leniency."

Aylin looked to Eliander, surprised. Why was he sticking up for her and Simon all of the sudden? It did not make sense.

"He will not be harmed," The Queen said. "We need answers, not his life. Besides, our clerics have items to help his withdrawals. There is nothing more you can do for him now."

The Queen made Aylin feel stiff, hesitant of her movements and words. Her presence commanded attention.

Her mother was more than just imposing, she was correct. Aylin was outnumbered and in no position to help Simon.

Reluctantly, she relinquished him to the clerics. A team of guards followed them as they moved him from the room.

The Queen was silent a moment. "This memory loss... tell me what happened and spare no detail."

Her words were not directed at Aylin, but Eliander, who recounted seeing the result of the battle with the corruptions. He noted Aylins memory and Simons status as a mage, but for some reason he omitted details about her relationship with the Enchanter.

*She did not even try to hear my story.* Aylin thought. It was almost as if she was not present in the conversation.

"If that is true then there is much to be done." The Queen nodded. "Aylin, you will stay at this palace while this matter is settled. I will have our best healers to search for the cause of your memory loss."

"I don't recall ever agreeing to stay here." Aylin rejected the idea of her old self. Whoever she had been before as a princess, daughter, or even wife; she no longer accepted that life. "I wish to have Simon healed and accompany him on his journey to Haldstrom."

The Queen looked at her and began to laugh softly. "Of all the curses that have befallen me, this may be the worst. I hope we are not too late to cure you."

"I am serious." Aylin began to wish she could forget her mother again. The two were increasingly at odds.

"I am as well," The Queen said. "But it is not possible to continue your journey with him to Haldstrom."

"And why is that?" Aylin challenged. "Will you stop me?"

"Because we are at war with their people," she said it as if it were obvious. "They would not accept you there as an Elf. Besides, your human friend fits the description of a demon

summoning mage that has been attacking our home. Come nightfall, he will be judged under trial to find the truth."

Aylin was taken back. Just what kind of situation had she just brought Simon into?

Regret washed over her for leaving his side. Handing him over had been a grave error. Simon was now under their control, at the mercy of their judgement. It was everything she had feared would happen.

***

Aylin paced the floor. Not long after the conversation with her mother had she been escorted back to her chambers.

"You will be kept here for your protection." Eliander had said, posting guards at her door. "Please, rest and regain your strength. I will come return to escort you to the trial tonight."

He had made no more moves for her affection, but she saw in his eyes that he wished to. Aylin gave him a curt 'farewell' and promptly closed the door.

With the looming trial occupying her worries, the mess of their past marriage was too much to even think about.

She continued to pace. It was impossible to sleep or rest in such circumstances. In times where she felt confused or worried, what calmed her down was to focus on a task.

Often she would go and hunt, or practice her archery to help, but neither option was possible at the moment. It appeared her door was sealed under some kind of arcane lock spell and the window leading outside was a steep fall.

She fell back onto her bed and closed her eyes. Staying here like this was going to drive her mad. It amazed her that at one time she wished for nothing more than to return home.

"I want it no longer." She spoke softly. "Nothing in this place suits me."

Even her bed was ill fitted. The cushion was far too malleable and soft to bring comfort. A bedroll on the hardness of the forest floor or cave was somehow more desirable.

She craved to return to camp and continue journeying with her old party as if this never had happened. Her days there were full of exploration, freedom, and fighting alongside her friends. It was a fulfilling life, one that she would give anything to have back now.

Even Kara would be welcomed with open arms. There had been no sign of the Kivari since the night everyone was separated. Even though they had their differences, Aylin hoped that she was still alive and safe.

*clink*

Something clattered across the room that sprung Aylin to attention. There appeared to be nothing immediately out of the ordinary when she scanned the area.

Earlier, some servants had brought a platters of food and tea, setting it on a table between two chairs by the hearth. There were a few pieces of fruit that looked to be arranged differently than she remembered.

"Has someone been eating my food?" She thought about the impossibility of the idea before realizing she had been in this situation at camp on numerous occasions. There was only one person she knew that could do this.

"I don't know how you found your way here, but you should show yourself now."

Kara appeared in one of the chairs by the fire, happily popping a slice of apple into her mouth. "It's been a while, Elf."

*Elf,* that was the way she always referred to Aylin. It was more annoying than it had any reason to be.

"How did you get here?" Aylin asked. "I didn't expect find you eating from my scraps."

"I am quite hungry." She shrugged. Now that she had been caught, Kara shamelessly brought a whole tray of food to her lap. "I've been following you since your fight against those corruptions. Hasn't really been a good time to show myself with the current situation."

"Then why appear to me and not Simon?"

Kara shifted her gaze. "I have no way of reaching him. He is under too much protection."

"Then we are in the same situation," Aylin said. "I am at a loss for what to do, but I cannot just stand by and do nothing."

"What if we were to work together?" Kara said. Aylin could she was straining to be pleasant. "The task would be impossible on my own, but with you there may be a chance to get Simon and leave this forest for good. What do you say?"

She must have been truly worried. Kara made no jokes or sleights about this, just an earnest plea to work toward a common goal; getting Simon back.

"I hate to admit it, but I agree that we would be better together," Aylin said. "The fact that no one knows you are here is a major advantage we could use."

Almost in reply to that statement, there was a knock on the door. Six taps in a familiar rhythm signalled some feeling in her that she could scarce remember.

"Who is that?" Kara's eyes widened.

"I do not know," Aylin whispered. She had not expected anyone to come by. "Just stay invisible and let me handle this."

Kara obliged, hastily setting her tray of food to the table and fading into her seat.

"Hello," a male voice spoke from outside. "Would you be accepting visitors at the moment?"

Aylin moved to the door. The guards outside were supposed to turn away all guest, but for some reason their interference was absent.

"No," she said bluntly. "Who are you?"

"Open the door and see with your own eyes."

What game was this person playing at? When she moved her hand to the door, it pulled open with little resistance. The magic locks were gone.

She opened it a crack to look around. "Where are you?" She turned left and right. "I cannot see anyone."

"Look down." A tinge of annoyance was in their voice.

She followed the instruction to see a green eyed Elf looking up at her with arms crossed. "Remember me now?" He asked.

"I don't remember much of anything," Aylin said. "Should I?"

"So it is true..." He looked deep in thought. "Allow me to come in. There is much for us to discuss."

He invited himself through the door before she could say no and sat near the hearth. Luckily, he had chosen the chair opposite to the one Kara was on.

"About time I got myself a cup." He poured tea for himself. "Care for one?"

"No." She said coldly. "I suggest you explain who you are before I kill you."

"You never were a fan of tea before." He laughed to himself, ignoring her. "Yet, mother still brought some to your room. Some things never change."

Aylin stopped. Did he say Mother? "Then you are-"

"Yes, it is me Davith." He took a sip. "Your beloved brother and rival for the throne. We were in competition before you disappeared."

This Elf was her brother? She looked hard at him. He sat smiling, drinking his tea without a care in the world. With so little allies his appearance should have been a relief, but Aylin hesitated in trusting him. Everyone from her family met so far had some sort of motive.

At all cost, he could not know Kara was here. If she was imprisoned too, all their advantage would be lost.

"I did not wish to return," Aylin said. "Nor do I want the throne from you. If that is the reason you have come, then you will not get much more from me."

"Ah, the good old days when that was our biggest problem," he said. "Unfortunately, we are both deep in trouble with this Demon mage. They haven't told you much since you were brought here, have they?"

"Practically nothing." Aylin thought it was strange how quickly she had been moved to her chambers and hidden away. "I've been kept from exploring or doing much of anything."

"Exactly as I thought." Davith stroked his chin. "It is good I found you."

"Why is that?"

"Because I wish to help you." He smiled. "Is that not what siblings are for?"

"You just told me we were in a rivalry for the throne." He was too coy. Aylin felt like he was playing a game with the way he talked. "I can sense there is something you want from me. Out with it."

"You may have picked up on it by now, but there is something very rotten in this place. I need people I can trust on my side to set things right. We can assist each others goals."

"You don't really know my goals," she said. "I doubt you would agree to what I am aiming for."

"You want to free this mage." He took another sip and refilled his cup. "Well, I do as well. Your boyfriend could be a powerful asset in our fight against the demons."

Aylin flustered at that and her voice quickened involuntarily. "You know we are together? How?"

She swore she could hear a faint snicker. Aylin shot a murderous glance in Kara's direction.

"So it is true." He expressed a look of awe. "I never thought I'd see the day you would act so in love. Over a human too? You really have changed."

"Everyone here seems obsessed with comparing me to my old self," she said. "I cannot imagine hating Simon or any of the other humans that have helped me. If that was who I was then I would never want to return to that."

He looked at her with almost some sympathy, but his jovial demeanor quickly consumed any sense of the sentiment.

"You were quite serious." He admitted. "Always grim and committed to your duties to the point of perfection. The old you would have no qualms killing a human or taking the position of queen if it was necessary."

"That is not-"

"But you were still my sister, a good one at that." His expression hardened. "I waited your return. I knew you would make it back."

She could sense his relief, and a surge of nostalgia swept over Aylin. Though there was no memory of it, she knew intuitively that she had cared for Davith greatly before.

"Even if I am not the same as I was?" Aylin asked.

"Love for family should not be conditional." He shook his head. "I'm not like Mother in that sense. In fact, I think I prefer this version of Aylin. You are more *you* than before, if that makes sense. More true to yourself."

Those words caused Aylin to lower her guard. Of the others in this place, he was the only one who expressed any acceptance of her. "Thank you," she said. "I needed to hear something like that."

"Lets not get caught in sentimentality." He set his tea down, leaning upright. "First, we need to ensure that this mage doesn't get the axe tonight."

"Do you know of some way to save him?" She almost couldn't believe it.

"I have a plan." he raised a finger. "I will tell you about it on a single condition, that we promise not to lie to each other."

"I am not one to lie." Aylin challenged the ridiculousness of the request. "Especially on a matter this important."

"Then tell me, are we alone in this room?"

His words snapped her to attention. Though he smiled and kept a friendly demeanor, Aylin felt an edge to his words as if he knew the answer already. "What kind of question is this?"

"No stalling," he said. "Please sister, I would like to think I can trust you."

She would like to think so as well. After a few seconds of silence, Aylin finally spoke. "Kara, show yourself. It is alright."

The Kivari appeared in her chair and waved, "Hi."

"You have friends from all corners now." Davith fell back in his chair in surprise. "Do you have an orc hiding under the bed too? Preferably tall and well built, that's how I like my women."

"No, I do not," Aylin snapped. "Is her being Kivari a problem for you?"

For some reason Aylin felt defensive of Kara, not that she seemed bothered at all. The Kivari woman just went straight back to eating after being caught.

"I am just glad you have friends now." He laughed.

"Aylin had no friends before?" Kara wasted no time in taking the bait.

"She was a real ice queen." Davith pretended to whisper past Aylin. "I'd catch her talking to herself a lot, saying the 'wind was speaking to her.' Wild stuff, I tell you."

The two muffled laughter.

"You are both a similar manner of idiot." Aylin instinctively gripped her brother in a playful chokehold. "Take it back, now."

"I said I would not lie." Davith eeked out the words under held breath, raising his hands. "Mercy..."

Aylin relinquished him. Though she did not condone his antics, it was hard to hide a smile at his ridiculousness.

"Still not afraid to bully your little brother," he said. "At least some things never change."

"Aylin can be quite cruel." Kara chimed in. "You should see how defensive she gets over Simon. She almost killed me the first time we met."

"Really?" Davith looked invested. "You must tell me more. I am always looking for more ammunition to tease her."

Aylin felt the tension dissipate from the room. Davith kept an upbeat energy that made it almost impossible to stay too serious. She appreciated the fact that her mind was momentarily freed from their grim circumstances.

"In all seriousness, how did you know Kara was here?" Aylin asked, steering the conversation away from herself.

"Yeah, i've been working on my sneaking," Kara said. "I really thought I left no trace of my presence."

"My sense of hearing is quite keen." He pointed to his ears. "I heard you both talking before I knocked. Lucky for you, I told the guards outside your door to take a walk before they picked up on anything."

"We will need to be more careful from now on." Aylin shot a glance at Kara. "You especially."

"You will both need to proceed with caution." He agreed. "And since you have now gained my trust, I suppose I will share my plans with you."

"You said that you would help with saving Simon, right?" Kara asked. "Funnily enough, I was just about recruit Aylin for the same thing. All three of us could free him from prison by working together."

"Breaking him free from jail wouldn't be effective." Davith spoke as if he had already contemplated the idea at length. "What we really need is to ensure that he is not found guilty at trial."

"Good luck," Kara said. "If there one thing I have learned watching this place, its that Elves are quite judgmental."

Aylin begrudgingly agreed. "She is not entirely wrong. There is a lot of anger directed towards Simon. I stopped an attack earlier when just leading him into the village."

"That is why we only have a single chance," He said. "I have a plan that will shift public opinion for him, but it needs to happen tonight. Can I count on you both to help?"

"You have my assistance," said Kara. "Besides, this will be good repayment for the favor I owe Simon."

"Good," he said. "And you, Aylin?"

Aylin looked at the two, one a member of her old family, and the other from her new one. She was more thankful for their presence than she could put into words. The challenge ahead was uncertain, but at least she was not alone.

Simon still was, however, and he needed their help. "It is hardly even a question," she said. "I plan do everything in my power to get him back. Let's save Simon."

**Chapter 11**

The thunderous beating of hooves rumbled in the distance. Simon knew they were not far, just around the bend of the road behind him. Their approach was a grim omen.

He had lived this night several times before.

*Calm yourself, this is all a dream.* Simon tried to console his mind.

The dreams of mages were said to be the Gods communicating through their subconscious. Their purpose and events were no coincidence, carefully planned in what was shown. He wished he could decipher why he was being forced to relive *this* of all things.

A girl directed him by the hand as he hobbled forward through a narrow forest trail. The moon emitted just enough glow that he could make out the length of brown hair that fell down her shoulders, and even more pressing, the spatters of blood stained into her tunic.

She showed no sign of injury. *That blood was not hers.* Simon remembered.

Though she appeared uninjured, Simon had a wound of his own; a deep pierce to his side that spilled out past his trembling hand. The injury slowed his movement tremendously with pain building in every step. He could not go on like this.

"We are not far." The girl tried to sound encouraging. He could tell she was straining to keep composure. "Just a little further, Simon."

"They are going to find us." He spoke through ragged breaths. No matter how many times this event played out, the ending was always the same. Yet, he still tried to change her mind every time. "Leave me... Save yourself. I am the one that they want."

"If I did that, I would be breaking our promise." She quickened their pace. "That will never happen. We've gone too far to give up now."

The rumbling was getting louder.

"Damn it, they are peristent." The girl turned her head and swore. She veered Simon from the road, but he lost his footing and the two tumbled down a small hill.

The pain from the fall was immense, but it had the benefit of getting them out of the view of the road. Simon almost cried out but she quickly brought her hand to his mouth.

"Shhh." The girl whispered softly. Her voice was soothing. If there was any benefit to this dream, it was to hear it once more. "Stay calm, I am with you."

They had fallen into a thicket of bushes that covered the area where they hid. If they stayed still and made no noise, It was possible to avoid detection in the dark of night.

They waited as the horses barreled past their hiding spot.

"Can you still stand?" She rose and it was the first time Simon could see her face. It was nothing, a blurred veil absent of all detail. Why had it been obscured from him?

He grunted in affirmation, rising to his feet with her support.

"Just a little further." She repeated.

Time jumped forward. They had walked for some distance and were now far off the dirt roads of before. She supported him by the shoulder now as they cut through a field of dark blue flowers that stood so tall that he could not see far into any one direction.

*Goddess Tears,* He recognized their name.

"These were your favorite." He stopped to feel one his hand. His voice was now low and weak. It was getting harder to talk.

"Simon..." The world flashed and the girl had disappeared from his side. She had her back turned to him and was knelt down, peeking through a cluster flowers. "I think they are searching for us in the field."

He tried to move, but as always, he could only get a few steps before the pain in his side sent him reeling to his knees.

"No... don't." He knew what was going to happen, yet he was forced to relive it. "You have to run. I cannot protect you."

She rushed to Simons side and laid him on his back. The girl worked at his wound with a tattered cloth to stem the bleeding. "It is getting worse," she said. "You need healing."

She tossed the rag and hovered a hand over his wound. A healing energy emitted from her palm in a green light.

"Save your energy." Simon tried to stop her. "I am too far gone."

"I will decide that for myself." She tensed. "Do not worry about me. I have regained some strength from the last time we tried."

The wound slowly began to close. Pain receded and a cool numbness took its place. The energy tapered as she recoiled back, gripping her head.

"It's not enough." She cursed herself. "Gods, please." She tried again but this time no light came.

She was clearly exhausted. The opening had receded somewhat, but the wound remained fatal. It was just too much damage to fix herself.

He ran a hand through her long, silky hair, cherishing the sensation. They did not have much longer. "Why?" He asked. "Why do you still stay by my side? They would spare you if only you would turn me in."

"Because, you are important to me." Her hands touched his cheek as she stared down at his face. "This life would not be worth living if I left you behind."

Footsteps rapidly approached as a group of armored soldiers cut through the field with their swords.

They had been found.

"No, do not take her." Simon spoke past blood rising in his throat. "Kill me and be done with it. Leave her out of this."

*You remember this moment.* A voice boomed in the air. No one, save for Simon seemed to hear it. *The day we made our agreement.*

"The pact," he whispered. Suddenly, the significance of this dream became clear. *she*

was trying to send him a message through this memory.

*To protect the life of someone dear...*

The voice echoed as a knight in dark armor approached. The girl rose and squared herself in front of him.

*You accepted my power.*

"But I failed." He cried out to the sky. "I could not protect anyone."

The dream continued, ignoring his outburst. He could not affect anything in this memory. He was only a passive party in whatever he was supposed to be shown.

"You have harbored a child with potential." The knight spoke in voice that was tense with scarcely leashed wrath. "Move from him."

"I will not." The girl said. There was not an inkling of fear in her words. Simon still wondered how she stayed so calm.

For a moment the knight hesitated. Simon could tell he was looking down at her through his black helmet. He slammed the butt of his spear down and barked an order to his men. "Move the girl." he snapped. "Do not let her interfere. Our orders are for the Greydance child only."

They gripped her by the arms and dragged her to the side. She screamed, fighting with all her might. "Simon, use your powers." She yelled. "Kill them and don't worry about me. You have to survive."

The black armored knight ignored her. Each step brought him closer to towering over Simon. Soon the massive figure seemed to encompass almost his entire vision.

Simon rose a hand as his opponent readied their spear. "For what reason?" He asked. "What have I done to deserve this but exist?"

All this dream left him with was questions, never answers; at least not ones that delivered any satisfaction.

"Your kind are a disease." The Knight said. He talked with a brutal rationality. "Eliminated early they can be neutralized and lives are saved. Kept alive, and the problem grows from control. You are a wound on the world that I cannot allow to fester."

*Now is the moment of your oath.*

The voice was closer now. Behind the knight stood a darkened silhouette that he felt looking at him. Their eyes glowed blue.

Electricity charged in Simons hand as the knight readied to slam down his spear. This is moment was where everything led to.

The spear came down in a blow aimed directly at his heart. Their attacks were charged to kill each other in a single strike.

Everything slipped from control in a second. The girl had somehow escaped from the soldiers grasp and jumped to shield Simon, hugging him tightly as the attack came down.

Simon kept his arm stretched out, still aimed at the knight. Blue streaks surged from his hand in a brilliant flash.

The sound of crackling lightning boomed, and a collection of cries rang out.

Then, silence.

In the span of a few seconds everything had changed. It was amazing how quickly the world could take everything from you.

Simon laid back on the earthen floor, numb. He was afraid to open his eyes, to see the result of what just occurred. Looking at it made it real.

*You must not turn away.* The voice urged

The girl laid on top of him. The spear stuck from her back. She laid against his chest, her breaths in soft rasps.

"I'm sorry..." She looked at him. For the first time her features became clear. Pain wracked her expression as she tried to smile. "This is the best that I could do... to protect you."

"Olivia..." Water welled in his eyes. The woman he would have given up anything for lied dying in his arms. "You did more than enough. You always did."

"Just a little further..." she said, her voice was getting farther away. "We are almost there."

She clutched the cloth of his tunic, gripping to him for support. He could tell she was scared and in pain. All that he could offer to comfort her was to hold her as tightly as his weakened body allowed.

The light was leaving her dark eyes. Even now, she still clung to the promise they made.

"Just a little further," he said. "We'll get to that place we can be free. Together, just the two of us like we promised."

"I can't wait... to meet you there, my love."

Her grip loosened and he knew that she was gone. Simon continued to hold her close, not willing to accept the reality in front of him.

"No, no, no," He repeated over and over. "There is nothing without you. Continuing on has no meaning. Please stay."

He would have given anything to die with her in that moment, to follow her to the next life. The wound in his side had healed as a result of his pact.

"You cannot leave me here alone." He weeped. "I am terrified."

He turned his attention to the voice above, bargaining and grieving to end his suffering. "Is this what you wanted? To show my failure? To mock my loss? Show yourself, coward."

A wave of energy pulsed that sent him back. The silhouette of a woman stood in the midst of the flowers.

*Look.* It commanded. *Do not turn away.*

Something changed when he looked at Olivia. Her brown hair now dark, her features changed to someone familiar. It was Aylin who stared at him with glossed eyes.

*Time runs short.* The voice spoke. *Remember the purpose of our pact.*

**Chapter 12**

"Alright, up you go." A muffled voice awoke Simon in the darkness of his sleep. Something jostled him, shaking his shoulders.

*No, let me rest.* He thought to himself. He had become comfortable in the long silence that followed his dream and had little strength to carry on.

"Is he dead?" Another voice echoed. They were quite loud.

"No, of course not." The first voice said. "He's likely comatose. We'll have to use *that* method."

There was silence as the two finally stopped talking. Slumber gripped Simon as he fell back further into unconsciousness. It was the only way the aches and throbbings of his body would reside.

Then, the cold rush of water slammed into him all at once. He was awoken in an instant and angrily hobbled to his feet, using the bars of his cell to stay upright and yelling more than a few curses.

The culprit was an Elf with short red hair swept backwards by a green headband. He had a skinny, youthful, face; giggling at the ingenuity he awoke Simon with.

"See, I knew that would work." He smiled. "It is good to see you alive, friend. You've really shaken up this place."

"Some deep shit." The elf beside him nodded. He held himself stiffly, standing with arms crossed and staring with sunken in eyes that lacked sleep. In his mouth he chewed some kind of plant.

Simon tried to gain his bearings. The world spun around. "Friends usually let each other rest peacefully, preferably outside of a cage. Where am I?"

"In the prisons on the outskirts of our town." The red haired one said. "You've been locked up for our safety and yours."

"My own safety?"

"Not too many people happy you were caught with our future leader."

Simons paused. Damn, then his last moments conscious were true. "Do you mean-"

"Yes, Aylin," he said. "Or lady Orisan as non-royals call her. Some friendly advice is to use the latter in front of the queen. Besides that, being a human doesn't earn you many fans at the moment."

"I'll keep that in mind," Simon said. He felt incredibly weak and could hardly keep his mind on the conversation. "I don't suppose there is any food lying around for me."

"Food comes after your trial." He said, though his voice hinted that there was more. "But, I am a reasonable elf. Give the man some knobroot to help with those withdrawals, Kivan."

The one with sunken eyes, Kivan, handed Simon a small herb. It was thin strand with three pods near the tip. "Chew on the ends to get the most effect," he said.

Simon never heard of such a plant, but was in no position to deny the order. Anything that would help him feel even slightly better in the moment was welcome.

The taste of the plant was bitter, but by no means offensive. Its effects came quickly and Simon soon found it easier to stand on his own.

"Better?" The red haired elf asked.

"Much." Simon agreed. "Since we're friends, I should know your name."

"Tenin." He handed a waterskin. "Pleased to make your acquaintance. In better circumstances i'd have you share a pint with me. Any man that could charm the princess has to have some good stories."

"Hopefully my situation improves soon then," Simon said. "I can use some friends in this place."

"Lets save the niceties for later." Kivan interrupted. "We need get moving. This is already taking enough time as is."

"Right, I would like to avoid the Queens ire." Tenin looked to Simon. "You'll need to come with us for a bit."

"I'll take any opportunity to get out of this cell." Simon moved through the opened door. Both his hands and legs were chained together.

"Don't be so eager," Said Tenin. "I would not wish an Elven trial like yours on my worst enemy."

"Will Aylin be there?" He longed to see her again, no matter the circumstance.

"Yes, but she will be heavily guarded and with her husband, who also happens to be my boss." He patted Simon on the shoulder. "I admire the spirit, but you may be swinging too high in that arena, friend."

"A good rule for life is to never expect things to be easy," Simon said. "Especially that which is worthwhile."

The dream he had was fresh on his mind. It was an omen, one that he was determined to prevent. Something that was impossible to do while imprisoned.

"The sooner this trial is concluded, the sooner I can prove my innocence and be freed to keep her protected."

"Sure thing, friend," Tenin said, his voice glib. It seemed he did not believe him.

The two guards escorted Simon through the near empty streets of an Elven city. It was nighttime, and most of the Elves must have been in their homes.

He had never seen such a place, but read of their workings from written expedition accounts. Forest Elves often were monarchies, led by a king or queen with a strong connection to the natural gods.

He remembered what the guards had said of Aylin. It was difficult to imagine her as a princess. She would have hated such a role.

If she was royalty, did that mean he would be under the judgement of one of her parents?

Since it is the Queen he is going to, then he was on his way to meet Aylins mother. This was going to be quite the first impression. He held out hope that this was some misunderstanding, but all signs directed to something far more sinister.

Though he tried to ask Tenin for information on his trial, the Elf stayed tight lipped on the subject. Even when the Tenin seemed to want to speak, Kivan would stop him with a glare.

Secrecy was never a good sign of trust. They are likely accusing him of a crime of some significance then.

Looking at the situation from an outside perspective, he was a human mage caught with a member of their royal family. By the way the Elves talked, Aylin seemed to have disappeared from this place under mysterious circumstances.

Did they think he had kidnapped her?

The other option was they thought him a spy for Haldstrom. It was no secret that the Human led city had been in a centuries long conflict with the Elven clans. The last Simon heard the two had been in a truce, but things could be different now. If that was the case, he would be in real trouble. Execution would be likely.

There was a lot to think of. He tried to mentally plan ahead for the trial as he was brought up the steps to what Tenin referred to as the Queens palace.

Its walls were made of some sort of dark green material, and reinforced by twisting knots of wood as foundation.

Rising from its center stood a great tree that were said to be sacred to Elven tribes. They were planted and kept alive from their first ancestors, imbued with strong spiritual energy that gave its leaves a golden color.

They passed through a gate kept up by magic barrier. Elves in ornate, plated armor made the way for them to pass.

Finally, he reached the throne room. A gallery of elves stared intently as Simon walked down the center aisle. They were not nobles as he expected, but looked to be Elves of all cloth. Some appeared to be warriors, others hunters and tradesmen by their garb.

He remembered that trials were observed by all levels of Elven society to ensure that justice was being followed. The monarch was seen as a mediator between the Gods and Elves, and carried out their judgements. Both sides opinions were supposed to be weighed in decisions.

The way that the crowd whispered and stared as Simon passed told him one group had already made their mind up. He just hoped the Gods were less fickle.

He was brougnt to the center of the room and stood in front of the throne. Up a steep set of steps sat a woman dressed decoratively. She kept a fan to her face, but he found a strange familiarity in the green eyes that bore down on him.

Simon felt naked in front of the crowd and Queen without his cloak. It was part of his identity as much as it was a shield from the judgement of others.

The room fell silent as she gestured a hand. "So, the time has come at last to judge you, human. For the convenience of all that will bear witness to this trial, tell me your name and title."

"Simon Greydance," He said. "Former soldier in the war of Alliances, and ranked Enchanter by the Guild of Mages."

There was a hushed awe at that. Surely, even this secluded village in the forest knew of Enchanters.

It seemed the Queen was taken aback by this, more than expected. Her grip tensed on her fan as he spoke.

"You are a-" she stopped herself. "I should have known by the look of you. However, questions remain about the circumstances you were found in."

The rooms attention turned to Aylin. She was off to the side with the gold haired elf and a team of Guards.

Simon met her gaze, and could not help but let a subtle smile that had her shyly glancing back; and the golden haired elf at her side looking dour.

She was truly dressed like Elven royalty. Her old clothes was traded in for flowing robes that gave a traditional look, sashed in the center with wide sleeves and a long skirt. Aylins hair was done in braids, two of which ran down right above her pointed ears.

She looked ethereal, and attracted his gaze for perhaps a moment to long. She tilted her head slightly, closing her eyes and posing as if to invite him to look upon her more.

*Note to self, Aylin enjoys being admired.* What he would give so that he could act on his feelings for her. It served as motivation to keep focused. He needed to fight in this trial to return her to his side.

"What are my charges?" Simon said, turning back to the Queen. "Usually, there is a reason for imprisoning someone."

"I am glad you asked." She fanned her face. "You are on trial for the crimes of the demon mage who has been attacking my home and subjects."

Simon could not hide his shock. He had not foreseen being mistaken for the rogue mage he himself had been pursuing.

It made sense that the Elves would be set against them too. The corruptions appearing in the forest were likely an incredible danger to their home.

Hearing this accusation from the Queens mouth set the situation into stark reality. This was either a terrible coincidence or quite the trick from the opposing mage. Could they even have arranged something like this?

Once again, Simon felt he had been outplayed. With no idea what, if any evidence would be presented, he was at a severe disadvantage.

"I deny these claims." He projected his voice to the crowd. "You would be better served having my help. My experience fighting these monsters would allow me to rid you of this danger."

"You want to help us?" The Queen scoffed. "That is quite bold, but a man imprisoned would say just about anything to be freed."

"Some would, but I honor my word." Simon spoke with no deception. "I am hunting the same enemy as you are. My only intention is to solve this problem and be on my way."

It was difficult to tell if his words struck true with the Queen, but the crowd no longer muttered and scoffed when he talked. He had gotten their attention.

"We would be glad to have your assistance." The blond haired elf now stood between Simon and the Queen. "But only once all questions are answered."

"I don't think we've met," said Simon, leaving only a subtle sarcasm in his voice. Now was not the time to fight over this elves supposed marriage to Aylin. That was a quick way to turn the crowds further against him.

"I am Eliander," he said. "The Queen has enlisted me to investigate this case."

"Then we are in good hands," Simon said. "I hope this is resolved quickly."

"Believe me, it will be." Eliander paced the room with his arms crossed behind his back. "Why is it that you were with lady Orisan?"

"Lady Orisan?" Simon asked. "I'm not familiar to anyone with that name."

He felt Tenin staring down at him. *Sorry, I have no care for their warnings. She is Aylin to me.*

"I believe that you call her by her personal name, Aylin."

The crowd was whispered in hushed voices.

*Why is he so casual with the princess?*

*Humans have no respect for our kind. Better that we-*

"Quiet, please." Eliander set the room to calm with a raised voice. "We cannot allow bias to ruin this trials integrity. Give the human a chance to speak."

"You are too kind," Simon said. "I met Aylin in a human village some ways from the forest. They told me she had been found with her memory lost."

"All of her memory?"

"Most of the important things, such as the people she knew and what her home was like. She enlisted me to help her return here."

Eliander nodded along, taking in his statemet with a deep amount of thought. "in your opinion, is it possible for someone to use magic to inflict such a state?"

This one was smart. Simon had suspicions magic was used, but it was a rare field of study considered forbidden. Eliander appeared to have reached the same conclusion he had.

"It is possible," Simon said. "Someone with a penchant for breaking the core laws of magic could do it."

"Then you understand what I mean?" He said.

"Yes, Aylins memory was taken by force," Simon explained clearly to the crowd and Queen. "It is possible, even likely, that the mage attacking your village and the one who stole her memory are one in the same."

"Correct." Eliander gave a curt nod.

The room erupted at the word. The Elves were furious at the revelation. If they did not loathe the rogue mage before, they certainly did now.

"Hold on," The Queen quieted the crowd. She clearly had not been told this information in advance. "Then that makes the Enchanter even more likely of a suspect. Someone of that rank could use such a spell easily."

"You are not wrong." Eliander followed her train of thought. "It is also true that he is the last one seen with Aylin. For whatever purpose he could have erased her memory to keep her in his company."

"And what of the battle I fought?" Simon asked. "You found me fighting those monsters."

"We have no idea if this mage has any control of its creations after they are spawned," Eliander said.

"It is possible," the Queen said. "Or this could all have been some kind of act. If you had control of Aylins mind, then there is no telling what you would be willing to do. Perhaps you knew you Elianders team was near and made it look like a battle occurred."

"It amazes me how far you would go to accuse me," Simon said. "All the while, the real culprit walks free and laughs. Why blind yourself?"

The gallery began to shout.

"He clearly is guilty."

"We do not need a human spy here."

"Execute him and be done with it."

Now he understood what Tenin said about protecting him from the public. It was true in most places that humans were not favored, especially a mage that could be a serious threat to their lives, but this was deeper than that.

"We have been betrayed more than once." The queen looked upon them. "They are not quick to trust a human, and neither am I."

Simon was no stranger to this. In many ways he understood their fear of him. It was misguided regardless.

He had three priorities at the moment: To find Aylin and Kara, stop this mage, and be on his way to Haldstrom. Everything else simply did not matter.

"Cease this at once." A familiar voice shouted above the crowd. Aylin broken from the guards and rushed towards Simon. The crowds quieted. "You are so quick to throw accusations, but do any of you really believe he is guilty? Is it because he is a mage? A human? You would be convinced of any weak reason to have him killed."

"Aylin..." She put herself in front of her entire village to protect him. He had never seen her so fired up. When she defended him like this, it reminded him of *her.*

"You only look for someone to blame instead of seeking the hard truth of the matter, you are helpless against this threat." She pointed to Simon. "So blinded with distrust that you do not see the opportunity he provides. I believe the Gods have brought him here as a gift to our cause."

"That is ridiculous," the Queen said. "On what authority do you give such a claim?"

"It is the truth." Aylin replied. "I have felt the callings of the wind directing me back home. Its purpose is clear to me now."

"Say he is not the mage we are searching for," The queen fired back. "How can we prove it? Your words are not evidence enough."

"Then keep me imprisoned," Simon said. Aylins words had emboldened him to think of a new way to prove his innocence. "Wait until there is another attack on the village. If it happens while I am under your watch then I cannot be the rogue mage."

"A novel idea." The Queen looked in thought. "But I cannot sit by and wait until another attack."

"Simon can help in defense," Aylin said. "If he does, then you and the Elves will see that he is worth trusting."

"I agree with them." Eliander spoke up.

Aylin and Simon both turned to him, speaking in unison. "You do?"

"I will not allow an innocent man to be killed," he said. "It is a fair way to prove his claim, and we could truly use his help. Our casualties have been far too high."

"Eliander, you see potential in this human?" The Queen asked. "Even after this *situation* with Aylin?"

"Aylin deserves a chance to be heard." He looked at her, a fondness in his eyes. "How can she feel welcomed back to her home if we attack her friends and distrust her story?"

"Thank you." Aylin spoke curtly. "Please hear my plea and allow Simon the chance to prove himself."

"That is right," Simon agreed. "I will offer my sword when the time comes and help defend this place."

"What would you wish for in return?" The queen asked. "Weapons? Gold? Praise? I am sure there is something you are aiming for. Make your intention clear."

"Though you think me evil, I would still protect this village for no cost," he said. "It is what is right and I am sworn to protect the innocent. Even outside the bounds of my oath, there is something I wish to keep safe."

He shared another look with Aylin. He wanted her to know what he meant.

The Queen seemed to catch the exchange. "Aylin, this has bothered me for some time." She swayed her fan. "You hold some fondness for this human. Explain it to me."

"That is because he is..." Aylin paused.

"Aylin, do not." Said Eliander. He looked fearful, Simon could not tell why.

"What is he?" The Queens voice aired on a dangerous tone. "Speak truthfully, I will know if you are dishonest."

"He is my bonded." Aylin said. "I am in love with him."

A hushed quiet fell through the room.

She loved him? Despite the imminent danger that this confession put him in, Simon could not help but feel a certain sense of joy that not even the threat of execution could dampen.

"Bonded with a human..." The queen snapped, looking ready to explode in a fit of rage. "It was as I feared. Then you have already broken one of our sacred laws."

"Sacred law?" Aylin already looked panicked at the revelation.

"I tried to protect you from this." Eliander looked pained. "Before you disappeared, we were already in the process of bonding. Partaking in it with another is a crime punished by death."

Bonding? Simon felt as if punched in the gut. Aylin had already been tethered to this Elf through the same ritual this whole time? Where did that leave him? The thought angered him more than any accusation.

Besides, there was something to this Eliander that drew his suspicion. He had an aura that repulsed Simon that none of the others seemed to notice.

"But thats not..." Aylin was at a loss for words. "That was not me. I never agreed to such a thing."

"Your word is your oath," The queen said. "But without your memories, you can be absolved of consequence. The human on the other hand does not get such courtesy."

Any possible leeway that had been made with the Queen was just lost. Simon would be lucky if he was not killed on the spot now.

He was still too weak in mana to do anything to protect himself from the mass of guards present. There was no fighting from this situation, at least not with swords.

"There was no way that I could have known such a thing, but my offer still stands." Simon reasoned. "I can protect your people. With my help, we can save your soldiers from those casualties Eliander mentioned. Better to risk my life in battle than one of your own, right?"

"Or I can just have your head taken off and be done with it." The Queen smirked. "that is a more enticing solution."

"If that is your wish then do it after I help defend this place," Simon said. Even buying himself a few days time would be a victory. "Are you the type of leader that rushes ahead out of pride, or do you plan and take the option that gives you both victories? My life can be taken anytime, but my protection cannot."

The Queen stared at him. There was something in her eyes, hesitation? Calculation? In many ways it was like he was looking at Aylin. They were so similar, but different in their demeanor. For some reason he did not believe she would kill him. It just did not seem like her.

"I urge you to listen to him, my lady." Eliander once again came to the defense. "An Enchanter level mage is worth a hundred men or more in battle. He could be invaluable to us."

"I do not wish to hear more." The queen narrowed her gaze. The room sat silent while she contemplated her next words. "What do those in crowd believe? It is my duty to take your words as well."

Surprisingly, Simon heard some speak in his favor.

"If he can help us, we should use him."

"Just kill him afterwards. Doesn't matter if he's guilty or not."

It seemed the consensus was split between his immediate or delayed execution. It was a step forward at the least.

"Almost equally divided between his utility and risk, just as I am. It is challenging to make a decision in these conditions." The Queen looked up to the Elder tree. Its imposing figure felt alive in that moment.

"I have a way to reach a decision." An unfamiliar voice spoke. Simon had not noticed him from the others at first, but he was part of the group formed around Aylin.

He looked smaller than the others, standing a good head shorter than Aylin. On his back he wielded two curved blades.

"Prince Davith..." The Queen veiled anger. "What have we said about interrupting our ceremonies with your games?"

"On the contrary, I wish to invoke one of our oldest traditions." Davith bowed. "The sacred right to combat against one who has committed a crime against my family."

"He has not been found guilty of being the demon mage as of yet," The Queen said. "Your request is invalid."

"Except in breaking the marriage bond of my sister," Davith said. "She had admitted clearly just moments ago. I wish to get vengeance for her and my own honor."

"You are our current heir." The Queen argued. "We can not risk your death even if a duel is called. Eliander is much more suited for the task of champion."

"You have a suitable replacement should I fall." He gestured to Aylin. "Besides, our people should see their leader in action, not on the sideline twiddling his thumbs."

"For what purpose would you do this?" She asked. "To feed your pride?"

"This is the best way to carry out the correct judgment," Davith said. "Live or die, the Gods are never wrong in deciding fate. Besides, if he falls to me then it would prove he would be no help against the demons."

"Brother, you cannot," Aylin tried to stop him. "I speak truth that he is innocent."

"Be calm, sister. I know what I am doing." He gave a look of reassurance before turning to the audience. "What say you all?"

They cheered for him. The bravado he talked with and his carefree smile showed him to be a charismatic personality in the tribe. Simon could tell he had the hearts of the Elves.

"Sounds like a yes," he said. "And you Eliander?"

The golden haired elf stayed silent, eyes closed in contemplation. His demeanor had changed at the prince's arrival. There was tension between the two, why?

"I will not interfere in this fight." He finally said.

"It seems that I have been overruled." The Queen looked around the room. "I cannot let my role as a mother overshadow my duty as Queen. Davith has been chosen as our champion. I hope you know what you are doing, my son."

"Believe me, I do."

It seemed Simon had no say in the matter himself. The Queen waved a hand and music began to fill the air, wind instruments played in long droning notes.

Tenin moved to undo his chains. Having the weight lifted from his hands and feet were freeing as they clattered to the floor.

"Go easy on him." Tenin whispered. "There is more to the prince than what you have seen."

Simon judged his opponent. He sensed no bloodlust in Daviths demeanor. To him, it seemed to be a matter the elf had taken lightly. He played the crowd, juggling his swords in the air as they spurred him on.

"Any time that you are ready." He caught the two blades and performed a flashy spinning swing. "I would like to see how you fight."

"It sounds to me like the prince is asking for a challenge," Simon said. "He seems more of a showman than royalty."

"Believe me, we know." Tenin sighed and handed him his sword.

Either way, his actions did something to stir the crowd. Their anger had been redirected into encouragement for the prince. In doing so, it took some of the pressure off of Simon and made the whole situation feel more like a competition than an execution.

Eliander waved a hand, and the floor became alight in glowing lines that formed the shape of a ring.

Simon took position in the opposite end and readied his sword. "Are you sure about this? I have no wish to hurt you."

"Worry about winning first." Davith sharpened his blades against each other. "Then you can decide to be a pacifist."

"I will mediate this duel," Eliander said. He stood in the center of the ring. "The battle will be decided by surrender, or death. No outside forces may interfere."

Aylin stood behind Davith on other side of the ring. She looked worried. No doubt, there was the fear that either him or her brother will be killed. Simon gave her a look that said, "trust me." She nodded in understanding.

That made him feel a little bit better. At least she still believed in him. If he won this fight then he would be freed of his most dire charge. Then he might finally be able return to her and finish what he meant to say in the forest.

*I just hope I am not too late.* Simon wondered if she had given any consideration to her past marriage. He could only trust she had not.

Still, the thought lit a fire in Simon. This battle was not just for himself, but her as well.

"Let the battle begin." Eliander stepped back and a barrier appeared in a dome over the ring. The two were now locked in battle together.

Before any preparations could be made, Davith disappeared into the wind and appeared in front of Simon with both swords swinging in unison.

He was fast, but Simon deflected the attack and pivoted into a horizontal counter.

The prince dropped to the floor, spinning on his toes and slicing in an arc at Simons legs.

He jumped just in time to dodge the swing and pushed the prince back with a straight kick to the chest.

Davith rolled backwards with the momentum and popped to his feet.

"Done your practice, have you?" Simon smiled. He was loathe to admit he was a little out of breath. Though, the adrenaline of combat did something to energize him.

"Only my whole life," He said. "You seem just the person to prove my skill with. Tell me, why do you want to protect us? Many hate or even wish to kill you. Does that not change your decision?

"It is my oath to protect the lives of the innocent and weak. They can think me a monster all they like, but it will not stop me from my duty."

He finally understood the message in his dream. To save Aylin, he needed to follow his oath. He had to protect this place.

"Very interesting," Davith said. "But your words are useless on their own. Show me you are strong enough to live up to such an ideal."

"Then I will waste no time." Simon advanced.

They began another exchange. Simon went on the offensive and stepped into Daviths range. They exchanged blows, their swords clattering in quick succession.

The prince made use of his two swords, alternating in swings on both Simons right and left sides.

His style was loose and unconventional, using control the wind to pivot and gain momentum in a series of spins and slashes. This was more than the result of training, but an instinctual feel for combat. In the matter of swords, this Elf was a prodigy.

Simon was unlikely to keep up in his condition. There had to be a way to even the odds.

"You are gifted, I give you that." Simon said as he jumped back, probing with his sword for another opening in Davith's defense.

"I live for the praise of my sisters lover." He spoke with no lack of sarcasm.

"But there is something you do not have." Simon readied himself.

"And what is that?" the prince asked.

"Experience." Simon dropped his sword grip to the pommel and ran forward. Davith's eyes widened as he launched his blade forward in an underhanded throw.

It was aimed straight for the princes chest. The Elf deflected the attack easily, swatting at it the projectile with his swords.

While he finished the motion, Simon closed the gap and gripped both of Davith's wrist, wrestling to contain his movement.

It was not much, but he had just enough energy to send a surge of electricity that caused his opponent to reflexively drop his weapons. The attack was followed by a quick maneuver as Simon swept their legs.

The crowd gasped as the prince fell hard on to the floor.

"How will you fare without a blade?" Simon kicked the curved swords outside of the ring. "True battle is not done in a controlled duel."

"Not bad." Davith picked himself up. "Never seen opponent throw away their weapon."

It was a desperate move, but also planned. Simon did not wish the battle to become fatal and had successfully removed weapons from the arena.

"Surrender," Simon said. "You will not win in a battle of fist."

"You still just think i'm some weakling." Davith charged forward. "I am prince, future king of the Elves. Do not underestimate me."

He spun through the air, delivering a powerful kick.

Simon blocked to the side. It took all his strength to plant his feet to the ground and take the brunt of the hit into his arms.

"Got you." Simon caught around his foot.

Davith shifted his weight, launching an uppercut kick with his free leg.

Lightning flashed in Simons vision as he fell back. Before he even hit the the floor his opponent was upon him. He rolled out of the way just in time as his Davith shot down like an arrow onto the ground.

Perhaps the prince had been right, Simon had underestimated him. *I will make that mistake no longer.*

Simon popped to his feet and exchanged a flurry of punches. Both were equal in speed, deflecting and counter attacking with neither landing a decisive hit.

Exhaustion gripped Simon the longer this fight went on. Once out of the flow of battle, he knew he would hardly be able to stand. Pure adrenaline and a desire to win drove him forward.

Davith landed a hard right, but Simon held onto him by collar. He snapped his head forward straight into the princes face.

The headbutt dazed the both of them, but Simon held on. Using the last of his strength he flipped Davith over his shoulder, slamming him to the ground once more.

The contact was hard, but Simon knew not to let go of his opponent yet. He kept control of Daviths arm and pinned it behind his back in a hold that threatened to break his shoulder if he resisted.

"Yield." Simon heaved. The prince had fought well, earned his respect, but this needed to end.

"Is that what happens in true battle?" Davith laughed through the pain. From the sound of his voice, the wind was knocked from him. "Go ahead and kill me. Make it quick."

"This is no time to fool around." The Queen yelled. "Surrender now and spare your life."

"I choose no mercy," he said. "To surrender in front of my people would be a fate worse than death. You either have to kill me or forfeit yourself. Your choice, Enchanter."

Simon weighed his options. Was Davith truly giving his life for foolish pride?

If Simon forfeited, then that would mean his own life was at risk, but killing the prince was a mistake as well. Even if found innocent they would surely banish him from the forest.

That was somehow worse. Aylin would be severed from him, and the Elves would still be susceptible to the demon attacks. Everything would be lost going down that path.

There really was only one option. Simon let go of his grip and extended a hand to his fallen foe. "Get up," he said. "I surrender."

"Good man." Davith accepted the hand and rose to his feet. He whispered something to Simon. "Not a bad performance. You should check your pockets after this fight. There might be something there for you."

"What do you mean?" Simon was taken aback by the cryptic message.

Before any more could be said, Davith had moved to getting the crowds attention. "Everyone, see how this human has fought with honor and bravery." He raised Simons hand. "I can attest that he has earned my trust. Let us celebrate Simon, the merciful."

It was scarce expected, but the Elves actually joined in applause. Simon looked to the prince who gave a knowing smile. "You're welcome."

*This was all his plan.* Simon realized. That whole show of sacrificing himself had been to manipulate the crowds opinion. Davith got to look strong and defiant, and they now associated Simon with mercy and a friendship to one of their leaders. The situation was set so that they would both gain from it, but why?

Even the Queen had looked to mellow. There was no small look of relief as she loosened the tight grip on her fan and eased in her chair.

Simon was beginning to understand her tells better. Like mother, like daughter, she put on a serious air that was more for appearances than anything.

"The results of this fight were inconclusive." Eliander moved to the center of the ring. "The enchanter has forfeited, leading him to be claimed as guilty. His punishment will be decided by the Queen."

Simon kneeled. "I will accept whatever outcome that you choose."

"Is that so?" The Queen smirked. "I bet you want me to let you go free, happily riding off to your journey with everything settled."

"That would be ideal," he said. "But we do not live in an ideal world"

"Wise words," she said. "You were the clear winner of the fight, but still showed mercy to my son. While I cannot let you roam free, it would be unjust to kill you for the crime of bonding. Your punishment will to be enlisted into our service until the next attack. Afterwards, I reserve the right to trial and will finally judge your innocence as the demon mage."

"I am thankful for your leniency," Said Simon.

"You will be given lodging in the city, but your movements and mana will be monitored under threat of immediate execution. Will you abide by these boundaries?"

"You have my word." Simon nodded. "I will not let you down."

The Queen almost seemed to smile at that, but it faded as quick as it formed.

"Good, then be gone to your chambers. Tenin will guide you." She shut her fan in a loud clap. "This trial has been concluded."

Simon felt relief, but more than anything, urgency. Aylin was close, and they both rushed to meet.

"Oh, and one last thing." The Queen stopped him in his tracks. "If you get close to my daughter again, I will personally ensure that your death is slow and painful."

Guards surrounded Simon and he was escorted from the room in chains once more. There went his chance at any resolution. He had bought himself time, but was still a long way from clearing his name.