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Wy
A quick staccato of scratches filled the space. Wy
Digging in her pocket, she was already sca
Tall, narrow barrels and a few crates were stacked around three worn wooden steps leading to a rear door. A tawny rat darted across the alcove's floor stones into hiding beneath those stairs.
Wy
Fearful of revealing her presence, she stuffed the crystal back in her pocket and turned toward the alley's far end.
There was only darkness ahead. No faintly lighter space showed where the alley opened into Old Bailey Road. Only impossibly deep black filled the narrow alley.
Wy
The dark began moving. Flowing up the alley, it seemed to eat what little light came from the street beyond. Chane turned down the street's gradual arc. He knew he should stay away from Wy
Was she lonely among her own kind? Enough that even the sight of a familiar monster was welcome? Or was it just that he wished it so? He could not let himself wallow in false hopes, and he headed off toward the Graylands Empire and his small attic room.
The beast inside him rumbled in agitation.
Chane's fingernails instinctively hardened as he halted. He spun sharply around in the empty street. Barely an itch inside him, but still, something pulled at the edge of his awareness.
s" w, bSince entering this city he had taken to wearing Welstiel's ring of nothing at all times. The longer he wore it, the duller his awareness became. But he felt something wrong, something that made the feral beast within him rise in warning.
Chane looked down the dark street as his senses fully widened—and panic crept in.
After his botched attempt to seize the folio, that black figure, so physical to his eyes and yet not, had fixed upon Wy
He had been so relieved at her acceptance of him, that he had not thought of the further danger in which he had placed her. He had not even thought to trail her home in secret.
"Fool!" Chane hissed at himself, and bolted back up the street.
Blackness vanished suddenly from the alley.
Wy
Had she seen that pure darkness at all? Or had she grown so paranoid that her mind played upon her fears?
Down the alley she clearly saw the tall bailey wall and the keep's southern tower above it. Both remained plainly visible. In a slow, angry breath, she gripped the staff with both hands.
"So… paranoid it is," she grumbled to herself and stepped forward.
Reaching the alley's far end, she carefully peeked around the left side.
The guild's southern corner hid the front gate and gatehouse from sight, but she didn't spy any patrolling guards. A quick glance right found that way empty as well. Wy
A black column stood twenty paces off in the middle of the road.
Pieces of it began to waft, like night-colored sails unfurling under a rising breeze.
Wy
As during her escape, all its windowed archer's slits were dark. No one was there to see her. When her gaze dropped she lurched backward.
The figure stood no more than five paces off.
Folds of its heavy black cowl sagged across its cloak's shoulders. And the cloak's layers over its long black robe floated on a wind that touched nothing else in sight. Wy
She wasn't skilled enough with the staff's crystal for this rushed moment—she wasn't really skilled with it at all. She couldn't outrun this thing in the open, but fleeing into the alley was foolish. All the murdered sages had been caught and trapped in tight spaces. As much as her own safety or life, she didn't want the scroll to fall into this thing's possession.
Should she scream out, call to any guards who might hear?
Wy
There it was again.
The black figure loomed in front of her. She stumbled back and it rushed her. A hand wrapped in shreds of black cloth reached out.
Wy
Her robe's skirt slapped against her legs. Any instant she expected to see the figure appear before her, but she didn't look back. She reached the alley's far end, skidded into the next open street, and wildly searched for anyplace to hide.
No open i
Darkness rolled toward her, swallowing any scant light upon the brick walls. The figure slid into the open without the sound of a footfall.
Wy
A charcoal-colored wolf wove and twisted, snarling before the robed figure. Its ears flattened as its jowls pulled back, exposing fangs and teeth glistening with spittle.
Wy
She saw its pointed ears and long muzzle. And its glittering eyes, like pale and faceted sapphires… like Chap's eyes.
It was a majay-hì, but it wasn't Chap.
A hiss of unintelligible whispers filled the street in answer to the animal's threat. The dog lunged in.
"No!" Wy
The air's chill waned as the figure pulled farther back.
Wy
How could it be here, and why? Chap was the only majay-hì that she knew of beyond the bounds of the elven lands. Unlike his silvery gray, this one's charcoal-colored fur was almost inky, though faint shimmers rose within its coat.
As much as for herself, Wy
The black figure slid sideways, trying to get around the dog, and the pure silence of its movement terrified Wy
"No!" Wy
She'd seen this creature kill three city guards with little effort.
The dog twisted its head clear of the strike and whipped back with a snap. Its jaws bit into—through—those wrapped fingers. The majay-hì's teeth clacked, as if they'd closed on nothing at all.