There weren’t as many of them now. The mermaids. Most had been frozen or shattered. But now, instead of coming for us, they tried to get away. A brief thought pierced through the haze of magic, like sunlight through clouds, that I should let them go, that I should leave them be, but then the clouds took away that sunlit thought, and they too went the way of their sisters.
We found Ryan cocooned in a swirl of sand and pieces of glass, like some enchanted prince from a story of old. His eyes were closed, sword hanging loosely in his hand, which rose in front of his face. Another sunlit moment pierced the magic, and I remembered the vision my grandmother had shown me, of my beloved resting upon a stone dais, sword lying atop him, handle on his chest, blade pointed toward his feet. This moment burned, and I was filled with such an overwhelming sense of grief that I thought I would shatter from it. I would blow away, the petrified pieces of me caught in the swirling storm. I was lightning-struck, yes, but I too could break so easily.
I said, “Ryan.”
My voice broke.
He opened his eyes.
And the sunlight went away again. I reached for him, and he reached for me, and the moment our hands touched, the moment his fingers met mine, I felt a great and terrible rage that something like this could be taken from me, that they had tried to take this from me. I knew, deep down, there was a price to pay for the magic used, but all I could think about was tearing everything apart until there was nothing left but my family.
I walked through the storm.
They drifted after me.
They spoke, I heard their voices, but I didn’t hear what they said.
I was too entrenched in magic, too far underneath whatever the storm had done to me. It wasn’t until we stood upon the stone path again that I felt Ryan tugging against me. I tried to pull away, trying to find more of them, trying to get rid of them while I still had the chance, but he wouldn’t let me. And since I could never hurt him, I went. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. I tucked my face against his neck and held on for dear life. A moment later, I felt Tiggy gather us both against his chest, rumbling in a deep and soothing fashion, hand against the back of my head.
And then Ryan Foxheart tilted his head, his lips near my ear, and said, “Sam. Oh, Sam. It’s okay to let go now. It’s okay to let go.”
And I cried out against the skin of his neck, my magic exploding out of me. I put everything into that cry I could, the last weeks, the revelations, the sense of loss, the secrets kept, the anger I felt. The fact that I’d almost lost Tiggy and Ryan. Everything.
Lightning struck. Thunder cracked.
A moment later, everything fell quiet.
And a moment after that, I felt the sun on my skin again, burning bright and hot.
I took in a breath. And then another. And another.
“Wow,” Tiggy breathed, still holding us close. “So high.”
“Sam,” Ryan murmured. “You okay?”
But before I could speak, I was pulled again.
Wizard, the dragon spoke. Wizard. Wizard.
For now it was truly awake.
I opened my eyes.
I blinked against the sunlight.
It took a moment for my vision to clear as Ryan pulled away enough to be able to look at me. His face was the first thing I saw, slightly out of focus, edges blurred. I blinked it away and everything cleared.
“You with me?” he asked, hands on my arms.
“What happened?” I croaked out.
“Sam go boom,” Tiggy said. “Bright and shiny boom.”
I looked up at him. “I did what?”
“Boom,” Tiggy said softly, nodding his head toward the sea of sand that—
No longer existed.
Where there’d once been an ocean of sand filled with creatures that hid underneath the surface was now just empty air.
“What the fuck?” I said.
We stood on the stone path that had, for the most part, remained intact. But on either side of us now was a cavern whose bottom was so far below where we stood, I couldn’t see it. The sand was gone. The mermaids were gone as if they’d never existed at all. The path behind us was broken where Tiggy had fallen from Kevin’s grasp. The path ahead twisted just like Ruv said it would before it ended against the island, the ruins of the castle sitting atop a large rock pillar that stretched into the cavern below. Kevin and Gary stood at the edge of the island, watching us, waiting. They both looked tense, like they were getting ready to rush over to us at any moment.
“Where’s Ruv?” I asked, slightly panicked. He’d been surfing along on that—
“There,” Ryan said, pointing off to the other side of the cavern. Ruv stood on a sand dune, looking down into the empty space before him, scratching the back of his head. He must have felt us watching him because he looked up and waved.
“Sam go boom,” Tiggy said softly, waving back at him.
“Sam go boom,” I echoed faintly.
Chapter 17: Snake Dragon Monster Thing
IT WAS slow going to reach the island, given that my legs felt weak and I was exhausted. I scowled at Ryan as he tried to hold me up, but Tiggy wouldn’t hear any of it, and picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, grunting, “Sack of Potatoes Sam. Capitalized, motherfucker.”
It didn’t stop me from grumbling about it. When one is being held against his will by a half-giant, one must grumble. I was sure that was Veranian law.
Ryan trailed after us, and since I was cranky, I thought it best to give him a piece of my mind.
“You,” I said. “You are in so much trouble, you don’t even know.”
“Am I now.” It wasn’t even said as a question, the bastard.
“Yes, you are.” I scowled at him to show just how serious I was. He didn’t seem to be affected in the slightest. I lowered my voice in a mocking approximation. “Go after the dragon, Sam. Leave me here to die, Sam. Look at me, I’m a godsdamned martyr!”
“I don’t think that’s quite how it went.”
“It might as well have! And Tiggy, don’t think I’ve forgotten about you! You’re gonna get yours, you can bet on that, yes, sir. You think you can just wave goodbye at me and not get into trouble? Oh, you are sorely mistaken, my friend. You’re in deep shit too!”
Tiggy patted my butt and said, “Okay, Sam.”
“Stop placating me!”
“Pretty Sam. Pretty, loud, boomy Sam.”
I pointed my finger at Ryan, craning my neck to look back up at him. “So much trouble.”
“What’s he screeching about now?” I heard Gary ask.
“Martyrs!” I yelled. “I’m surrounded by martyrs!”
“Oh boy,” Gary said. “He’s getting loud. That’s never a good sign.”
“Put me down!”
Tiggy did just that, but apparently I wasn’t as recovered as I would have liked. As I stumbled forward, Gary was there to stop my momentum, my hands going around his neck, his mane soft under my fingers. My legs were shaking, and I sagged against Gary, letting him take my weight for a little bit.
“Kevin,” I heard Ryan say. “Can you go grab Ruv? I don’t think he can make it over.”
“On it, boss man.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Sure thing, boss man.”
“Godsdammit. Just… get him.”
“Leaving now, boss man.”
“You okay, kitten?” Gary asked, rubbing his cheek against mine. “That was… impressive.”