Alien god

“I, Wylfrael of stone sky and Sio

I held Torrance tightly, keeping my gaze fixed on the gates. For a long moment, nothing happened, and I wondered if Maerwy

But then, just when I was considering shouting again, the gates parted, swinging inwards without a sound. Torrance breathed out unsteadily at the sight of Heofonraed’s great hall – a huge, towering structure of dark red material that looked more like opaque crystal than the stone of the gates.

Not wanting to dawdle, lest the gates slam shut in our faces, we passed through them. Much like the gates, the large red doors of Heofonraed’s hall opened soundlessly and without anyone around seeming to have done it. Inside, the walls encased us in red, the floor the same white stone as outside.

But there was nothing else. No one in the space.

“Will you not come and greet us?” I called. “I will stand before the council for the vote!”

Silence.

“What’s going on?” Torrance asked, unease clear in her lovely voice.

“I do not know,” I answered honestly. “I expected the council would have met us here. The gates and doors can only be opened from the inside, so I know they are here.” Members of the council could leave Heofonraed temporarily, to take care of any business or to visit their mates on another world. But there were always at least two members at Heofonraed at all times.

“Wylfrael.”

Torrance jumped, slamming a hand over her mouth to stop herself from screaming at the sound. My name boomed in the space. My jaw worked, my eyes tracking everywhere, searching for the source.

“You have come before the council seeking membership. To do so, you must pass our trial.”

“Trial?” I snapped, spi

Joining the council required wi

Things have changed since I’ve been gone.

The voice said nothing more. Instead, I heard something else. A terrible roar that shook Heofonraed’s walls.

“What is that?” Torrance whispered, her eyes huge behind her mask, her face pale.

“I don’t know,” I said again, “but I do not like it.”

The roar sounded again, terrible and agonized, and I realized with a sick lurch that it was coming closer. Coming closer to Torrance.

This must be the trial, I realized. Facing and killing whatever is making that noise.

Fear tightened my grip on my blade. Not fear for me, but for my bride.

“Stay here,” I hissed at her through clenched teeth.

“Wylfrael, wait, wait!” she cried. But I did not turn, and I did not answer. I had a monster to kill.

I sprinted through Heofonraed’s halls, turning red corner after red corner, ru

It was huge, and ugly, a roiling, round black body with numerous legs spilling out from its sides. Easily twice as tall as I was and much wider than my wingspan, it fixed me with a single dull eye and opened its monstrous maw, howling.

I was in the air in an instant, slashing and hacking with my blade. I quickly realized I could not use any of my power in this trial. The shining stone walls of the palace did not respond to my focus, and neither did the body of the beast I fought with.

I would have to rely solely on my physical body, my blade, and my fighting skills to defeat this thing. I flew over it, stabbing along its hunched spine. The thing writhed and shrieked in rage, but it did not slow down. It had no wings, but it climbed the walls with ease, taking away my advantage of height.

As we fought, I lost all sense of time and space. I lunged and stabbed and slashed, while the monster howled and battered me. We rolled and flew and crawled through the halls. As we rampaged, dread unfurled heavy wings inside me. The monster was not responding to my attacks as I’d thought it would, and without my power to subdue it, I began to worry that it could not be killed.

That dread turned to fear when I realized we’d ended up back in the main hall. The place where I’d left Torrance.

NO, I screamed inside my own head, fighting harder, driving my sword deeper, over and over again, though this putrid thing did not even bleed. But Torrance was here somewhere, Sio

Triumph and rage swirling inside me, I plunged my sword forward, right through the creature, pi

Cursed stars, all I could smell was Torrance, along with something else, something bitter and familiar.

“Torrance!” I bellowed, twisting, keeping my arms in place while I looked for her. But she wasn’t there. She wasn’t anywhere.

The starburn hit me one treacherous moment too late. Too late to have warned me. Too late to have helped me sense what I was doing, what I’d done.

Fever slamming through my body, I snapped my gaze back to the monster only to find it gone. A mere illusion, a collection of shadows dispersed into dust. And the one I’d pi

Was Torrance.

I screamed so loudly I thought I’d smash my own ribs with the force. Totally obliterate myself. There she was, my perfect one, my snow-and-honey-eyed girl, my beloved little bride, my mate, my mate, my mate, unblinking and unmoving, slumped over my blade.

Words smashed against each other in my reeling brain. Words like no, no, no and whispering echoes of Rúnwebbe’s prophecy.

Fated bride of Wylfrael. Starburning, but afraid,

And when she dies it will be by her husband’s hand and blade.

I’d tried to outrun it. Tried to hide from it. Tried not to seek out my fate.

But fate had found me anyway.

Found me, and left me ruined.

Not knowing what else to do, I scooped my beloved, so limp, so cursedly limp, Sio