“You’re coming with me?”
He shrugs. “I convinced Lord Killian that since you are the sole Champion this year, you should be allowed a small entourage for your quest. I assumed you’d like a guide who’s been to the mortal world before.”
I try to stifle a grateful smile. “But you botched your quest.”
“Then who better to make sure you don’t do the same?” Dax puts his hand on my shoulder. “Haden,” he says, lowering his voice, “the fact that Killian agreed to letting you take a guide and my knowing what the Oracle said to you about the fate of the Underrealm resting on your shoulders only serve to confirm my suspicions. There is more going on here than anyone is telling you.”
I nod. “The Oracle said that the Boon I am after can restore something that was taken from the Underlords. She said something about a Cypher.”
Dax startles when I mention that word. “So the rumors are true.…”
“What rumors?”
A shadow blocks the light in the doorway, and I look up to see one of King Ren’s guards leering at us. “Is he coming with you or do I need to drag him there?” he asks Dax, with a self-satisfied grin that makes me recognize him as the harpy who kicked me in the knees at the altar yesterday.
“He’s coming on his own,” Dax says.
The guard grunts and moves back out into the hallway.
“What rumors?” I ask again.
“We’ll discuss this later—when there are fewer ears to overhear. Now it’s time to go.”
Panic swells inside of me. “It’s too soon.” I take a step backward, but Dax grabs my arm. “Leave me,” I seethe at him. I know I am being irrational, but I can’t help myself. I’m not ready for this.
Dax lowers his voice. “Haden, you must go now. It will be worse if they have to force you. The dishonor alone …”
I want to strike him and make my escape, but his words about dishonor make me hesitate. Brim paces in the windowsill, growling in a way that makes both Dax and me bristle. The owls flutter and hop in their nests, screeching frantically.
“What is it, girl?” I say, anxious to soothe her. Getting a hellcat mad—especially in such a confined space—is never a good idea.
Then I see three shades come into view over the horizon. Shades usually stay far away from the palace, their moaning the only evidence of their existence, but sometimes hunger drives them into the outskirts of the asphodel fields. Hunger—insatiable hunger—is all they know in this world. One of the shades throws himself down on top of an asphodel plant, shoving the ghostly gray blossoms into his sagging mouth. The other two clamor to get ahold of some of the flowers, but he pushes them away. I wince as their moans morph into shrieking screams. They’ve turned on each other, clawing and gnawing at each other’s faces and limbs. They’d kill each other if they weren’t already dead.
This is the plight of those who die without honor.
Heroes, Champions, those who know glory in this life go to Elysium when they die. I hear it is paradise. But those who are never given honor or who have had it stripped away from them, like myself, are doomed to wander the Wastelands for all eternity—trying to fill their cold, empty souls, which cannot be satisfied, no matter what. It’s the worst-possible existence, save the fate of those who have openly wronged the gods.
Yesterday, when my life was in Father’s hands, I’d thought I was ready to die if that was what he chose. I’d been resigned to the idea. But this ghastly reminder that dying without honor is a fate worse than death itself makes me realize that I am not resigned at all. I will not accept such a terrible destiny without a fight.
Dax is right; the Oracle has handed me the chance to show everyone what I am truly made of—to have my honor restored.
And I will not allow myself to fail.
I grab my bag, which holds what few belongings I am allowed to take. It is heavier than I remember and I wonder if I am feeling the weight of my quest on my shoulders. I hitch it up, ready at last, and let Dax propel me through the doorway. A loud clank echoes in my ears as he pulls the door to the roost shut behind us. Four guards, who’ve been waiting in the hallway, flank us immediately. The only path for us now is forward. Toward whatever destiny the Fates have measured for me.
chapter six
DAPHNE