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Just Super (Working Title) – Part 6

When we got to the house, I led the way in. “I’m home!”

“Alix!” Grandma came hurrying over to check on me, pausing only a moment when she saw my mother. “You’re okay? Valiant called and said you were but… We were so worried!”

“I’m fine. And we have company, as you’ve noticed. She wanted to talk a minute.” Grandma nodded and led us to the living room, where the TV was on the news. I stopped and looked.

It was my standing up to the rouge, Jet and Hurricane backing away as I faced the building and spoke. I felt odd, watching that scene. I didn’t see what I expected to see, a young woman trying to be brave after a terrifying experience. Instead, for a brief moment, I was a little kid again, watching a strong hero stand up to evil even as others around her showed fear. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would ever look like the people I had grown up watching and admiring. Even on the broadcast, I could see faces light up with hope, relief, admiration.

“You grew up well,” my mother commented as she stepped into the room and saw what I was looking at. “I knew you would. You didn’t need me.”

“No, I managed without you. It’s not the same,” I answered quietly. “There were… So many nights I woke up screaming for you. So many days I came home from school and just wanted my mother. I coped. It doesn’t mean I didn’t need you.”

“You didn’t. You just thought you did.” There was something in her voice. I couldn’t quite tell what it was. Hurt? Anger? Sadness? “Even if you did then, you don’t now. You’re a strong young woman, out saving lives. You don’t need your mommy to help you.”

“Nonsense, Bella, dear,” Grandma cut in, her voice full of love. I still couldn’t look away from that image on the screen, even if it had since changed. “You still need me as much as you always have. You’ve just gone a bit astray, that’s all. Just like when you would get lost in the store as a child. Alix will never say it to you, but all she wants is her mother back.”

“No. All I want, now, is to put a stop to this before someone gets hurt. I gave up on getting my mother back years ago.” What was that voice? Who was that woman talking? “I want to protect people, keep them as safe as is reasonable. Keep villains from destroying their lives. Keep my friends safe. Keep my family, what I have left of it, safe.” There was fire in this voice, and determination. It was firm, solid, steady.“And… If I can, I want to save Micah from whatever this mess is. There has to be a way to get through to him and snap him out of whatever he’s after. Or help him get it in a better way.”

If I could sound like this, feel like this, could I really be as great a hero as Valiant or my dad? I felt like one, as I turned to face the two older women in the room. I felt like I could stop any threat, great or small, to the people of my city. Grandma smiled warmly at me, and my mother looked away. Was that a tear in her eye? No, she wouldn’t get emotional over a little speech.

And that speech! I didn’t do speeches! What had gotten into me? Who did I think I was?

“Just like your father,” my mother sighed, rubbing her face. Wiping her eyes? She turned and smiled ruefully at me. “He was always positive he could stop the world’s ills all by himself. Ultimately, that’s what did him in. Alix, not every rogue or villain can have a happy ending. Some of us delude ourselves into thinking we can settle down and grow old with someone, but it will always come crashing down. Micah won’t change just because you decide to try and help him. If he’s gone rogue, he’s gone.”

“Just because you’ve given up on the world doesn’t mean that everyone has, Belladonna,” I growled. Funny, I had never seen that look on my grandmother’s face before. Nothing ever seemed to startle her. It wasn’t fear, though. More… Concerned surprise. “I am going to do everything I can to help my cousin, because that’s what family does. We stick together and help each other. You may suck at that, but I don’t. I won’t abandon him.”

I don’t think she liked me using her villain name. Her face only got redder as I spoke. “You don’t even know him, idiot. He’s not the fun loving little guy you knew when you two were little. You haven’t the slightest idea what makes him tick, or how to negotiate with him. No one does.”

“Girls, that is enough. Bella, Alix is right, she has to try.” Grandma was always a voice of reason.

“No she doesn’t! She doesn’t need to throw herself into this and get herself killed! Not if I can stop that from happening!” I stared at my mother, confused. “I’m not going to watch her throw herself at the impossible, like Levi did!”

That confused me. No one had ever given me details of Dad’s final mission. “Wait… What do you mean? Dad just died in an accident, didn’t he?” My mother stopped, her face paling again as she looked away from me.

“He tried… He tried to stop a fire. A five story building fire that had been raging for too long. There… There were people trapped inside, children, and… No one was getting it under control. It was too large for a pyro to put out, but he tried it anyway.” Her voice was so soft, I had to strain to hear.

“They got all the civilians out, your father was the only death. You know how it is, dear. A pyro can redirect some of a large fire, but… Not control it completely. And to drain its power… There’s nowhere to go but into the pyro. That’s too much even for a fire resistant body to handle,” Grandma told me gently.

So, now I knew. Dad didn’t just die in an accident, he did the one thing all pyros knew was a death sentence. It was the real reason Hurricane couldn’t stop storms, according to her. Why an aquamancer couldn’t stop the tides, and terraformers couldn’t stop earthquakes. Energy couldn’t just disappear.

“I refuse to let you do something as stupid as he did. Micah clearly wants you dead. I will not let you make it easy for him. I’ll call in favors to have you locked away safely, if I have to.” 

Why was she acting so protective of me? “You disappeared from my life for 14 years. You walked away, then told everyone on national television that you have no family, no parents, no spouse, no children. Do you even understand what seeing that as a kid, at 16 and just starting to figure out who I was, did to me?” Why was I crying? I was over this. I’d been over this for a few years now. “You abandoned me, and Grandma, and Grandpa, and Dad’s memory, and for what? To go ‘rule the world’ or get rich or something? What do you even want as a villain, huh? You had everything you could ever need here, or were we just not good enough for you?” 

I saw Grandpa peeking into the room with a concerned look. Why hadn’t he jumped in before this? I knew he was pissed at her. Why wasn’t he in here, chewing her ass like he would do to me if I did something stupid?

“That’s not it-”

“Then what?! You said this wasn’t revenge, you wanted to cause change. Well, what change is more important to you than your own daughter? What change was worth missing all my school dances, my sports, my graduation? What could you possibly do without me that’s worth more than me, than us?” I couldn’t see her, or Grandma and Grandpa for the tears. I hadn’t cried like this since I watched her on TV, renouncing any family connections she had.

“You won’t understand, Alix. You won’t understand because you can’t understand. You have a hero’s way of thinking. You see things differently than I ever could, and I see things differently than you can.”

“You should try,” Grandpa scolded, his voice properly gruff. “You don’t know what people will understand if you aren’t brave enough to tell them. Alix is a smart girl. She knows villains tend to see things differently, different means to different ends. She isn’t afraid to admit that, either. But she at least tries to understand, so she can try to help people without causing more harm.”

I wiped my eyes to see my mother shaking her head, wiping her own eyes. “No. At least, not now. Not tonight. Alix… Why don’t you go rest? You’ve had a long day, too long. I want to talk to your grandparents for a few minutes before I leave.”

Grandma moved over to hug me and usher me out. “Go on, dear. Shower. Sleep. You’re exhausted, I can see it in your face. Bella won’t do anything to cause trouble, not tonight.”

“Okay… Goodnight, Grandma. I love you,” I said softly.

“I love you too, dear. Goodnight, and sleep tight.”

Taking Back The Kingdom – Chapter 9 – End

I spent a week in the area, learning how people lived and how the changes to the laws were affecting them. People were happy to talk to me about it, and I had several dinners with various families in the area.

There were jobs to be done while we talked, and I certainly helped where I could. I even learned a few new skills while I educated myself.

For once in my life, I recognized how privileged I had been. Mom and Dad never once struggled to support us, and our farm was plenty prosperous. How many other rebels were like me? How many thought they were lower class or poor, just to have a similar background to me?

Well, one way to find out was to return to the rebels camp and attempt to enlighten them. I certainly didn’t think I could talk down an entire rebellion this way, but if I could convince a few people they were wrong, it would be a victory.

So back to the camp I went. I was welcomed back easily, as every hand helps, but it didn’t stay that way. I set myself up in the center of camp to announce my findings… and promptly found myself booed out and running for my own safety. I did see a few looks of consideration, but not many.

Oh well. I tried. The next question was what I would do now. Return home and continue my comfortable lifestyle? Or join the king’s army and defend the work he had started?

I suppose, by this point, it wasn’t really a question for me. A letter to my parents later, it was time to talk to an army recruiter.

Army training wasn’t particularly eventful. The rebellion went on for quite a while, and I proved myself capable as I worked. Before I knew it, I was promoted through the ranks until the king himself asked me to join his personal guard. It wasn’t exactly an offer I expected, being a previous rebel myself, but I took it willingly.

Now, I help coordinate movements by the king to try to bypass rebel hotspots. Tomorrow, we’re heading to a talk the king is to give. Word came in yesterday that a rebel party planned to ambush us on our previous route and time frame, so things were moved up by a week. Something still feels off about this.

I guess only time will tell if this is just paranoia talking, but I intend to remind the others to remain on alert at all times. The rebels could easily predict this move. Protecting the king has to be our top focus at all times.

If all goes well, maybe we can wind this rebellion down in another couple of months.


Marcus fought the two guards who had moved him from the fight, trying to return to where he and his men had been ambushed. “I have to help them! I can fight too, you know!”

“We all know you’re more important to the kingdom than we are,” The older guard sighed. “We must wait until things calm. If you die, all of this was for naught.”

“Besides, Eli took charge of it. The boys a natural leader. Let him do his thing,” The other guard smiled. The king sighed and stopped trying to get away from them, waiting.

When the fighting calmed down, the older guard went to investigate before returning. “We’ve won- three dead on our side, the rest are in various states of wounded but look likely to recover.”

“Good- let’s go get them out of harm’s way, and decide our next move,” Marcus ordered, heading back to his men. The two guards followed, on alert for more attacks.

Taking Back The Kingdom – Chapter 8

I decided to leave camp that night, with no one to watch. How could I trust that man on his word alone? Yet, at the same time, I couldn’t just accept the words of the rebels, either. I needed to speak to ordinary people, poorer people who were affected differently by the changes.

I had to educate myself, since I couldn’t trust either side to be completely truthful with me. The capital city itself would be my school, then. Walking among the lower class, learning from them and seeing how they viewed the changes the usurper had made… That would be the best education. The well-off citizens had already made their thoughts known, but if the king was right… Well, if he was right, then there wasn’t going to have been a way to make changes without angering them. Even making more gradual changes would’ve angered people.

It was nearing dawn as I roamed the poorer district of the city. All my life, I had heard tales of how run down and disasterous this district was. Something was different now, though- Everywhere I looked, I could see repairs being made. People that were out by now all looked happy, and healthy despite their leanness.

“Excuse me-” I called to a young man, close to my age, after a couple hours. He looked over, confused, but then moved closer to see what I wanted. “I don’t mean to bother you, I just have a couple questions if you can spare a moment?”

“Yeah- I’ve got time. What can I do for you, stranger?” He was relaxed, and smiled when he spoke. This was a young man who was happy, I could tell, and not just pretending at it.

“I was… Well, I’ve travelled a long way, due to the new king… And I’ve been learning as I go about the things that have been done and how they’ve been viewed. It came to my attention recently that… I only considered people with privilages like mine or better. I didn’t talk to anyone who might have had a better opinion of things, anyone who might have been helped- I don’t mean to make assumptions about you, but you seem happier than people I’ve talked to recently. What are your thoughts about changes made right now?”

The young man looked a little surprised, but pleasantly so. “A guy like you, clearly decently well off, wants to know what the poor think?” He asked, then grinned when I nodded. “Out of all the changes happening right now, that is the smallest. But it’s the best. Let me explain my thoughts, then- And if you want more opinions, I’d be glad to introduce you to people around here.”

He led me to a bench we could sit at, taking a seat and smiling. “Things have gotten better around here since King Marcus took over. I’m sure you’ve noted the construction around here- He donated his personal money to get things started. Said he needed to work on the budget to make sure he could fix infrastructure across the kingdom, including buildings and housing, without hindering any other important things. Came and spoke to us personally, telling us that some reforms he has coming in taxes and the prison system will help him either increase the treasury or save money for the kingdom without endangering it, so he can use it to open free public schools. He told us he hopes to be able to open some trade schools for those who otherwise couldn’t afford it, to help decrease the poverty level and give more people the tools they need to care for themselves.

“The prison reforms… They’re great! He’s trying to find ways to give lesser criminals a second chance- Get things done in the kingdom while giving these people skills that may help them find work. My brother was a theif- Just a theif. But under the old rules, he was going to spend the rest of his life in jail. Now, he’s out working on infrastructure and learning skills that will let him support himself without stealing when he gets out. His term is now three years, enough time for him to learn. Murders, arsonist, rapists, they don’t get this offer. The really violent people, the dangerous people, they don’t get a second chance. But, by doing this, he’ll get people that were just in a bad position out for a new chance, and he’ll save money on imprisoning people. He said he’s also working on restructuring what terms each crime gets, and the system to track those crimes and sentences. He’s trying to make things equal, so everyone is treated fairly.”

“What about the assistance system?”

“Oh, the changes to that are going to be great, too! I personally know three people that have been kicked off the system, and they’re not happy… But they were abusing it, and they know it. They weren’t trying to support themselves, just getting paid by the government to do what they wished. It wasn’t fair to people like me, working to support myself and just needing a little more assistance. And government assistance isn’t the only thing getting a boost- There are less kids living on the streets. Only the most stubborn have stayed, rather than going to an orphanage. They opened a new one nearby, and it seems pretty nice. If it stays well-funded, a lot more kids will be able to grow up safe and healthy, and maybe even find families.”

This man felt confident in the new ruler. He felt the new changes were helping him, and the honest folk around him. Hearing him talk about the changes and improvements eased my heart, but I couldn’t base my opinions on the thoughts of one man.

“This is very enlightening,” I told him with a smile. “I do want to talk to some more people- Get a real feel for consensus. If I’m going to educate myself, don’t want to base things on the thoughts of one man, right?”

“Sounds right to me.” He stood and grinned. “I can show you were folks socialize, so you’ll have more people to talk to. I’ll try to steer you to people I don’t know so well, if I can, so you’re not just hearing from my circle.”

“That’d be great, thank you. If I’m taking up much of your time, I’ll gladly pay you for the guidance.” I stood as well, and followed him as he started walking. This was going to be a very educational day, and probably longer. I wouldn’t fall prey to misinformation, handling things like this.

Taking Back The Kingdom – Chapter 7

“That’s everything,” I reported, having repeated everything the usurper had said, and handing over the files. “He seemed genuine- So either he is, or he’s a good actor.”

“So, you trust his word?” One of the leaders of the rebellion demanded.

“I never said that. He believes what he says, or he’s good at faking it. That’s all. I’ve seen enough people that were harmed by these reforms to cause doubt in his words.” As many people as could be close enough to hear were crammed around me in the center of the camp, listening in and forming their own opinions. I could see a few faces that were confused, many that were hard set and clearly still against the king. Yet, there were a couple, here and there, that looked thoughtful and considering. “I think we should move carefully- If he’s swayed enough people to believe him, we’ll have a hard fight against our own people. We should try to minimize that bloodshed or we’ll just start a civil war. That would be the ruin of the kingdom.” The leaders looked at each other, clearly not having considered that fact.

“You’re right. We’ll talk, come up with a plan,” Another leader said finally. He looked around, then sighed. “Can you spread the word? Anyone that believes him and wants out… They may go, with our blessing. But if they stand against us, should a battle come… We won’t hold back.” I nodded and went to spread the word as the crowd broke up.

It took me a couple hours to get through the camp, making sure everyone knew what we knew. At least we had that right- Everyone had a right to make their own decisions in this area. And, as I worked, I started to come to my own decision regarding how to proceed, and how I felt about the meeting. Heading to where my pack had been put, I began to prepare for my next move.


“My lord… We’ve gotten a large influx of young men and women volunteering for the army,” An advisor said, coming to find Marcus. “They seem to sense trouble on the horizon.”

“I see…” Marcus sighed. “I will prepare to speak with them, I suppose. We still want to try to avoid a battle, but… We will at least have enough people if it comes to that. What news of the rebel camp and forces?”

“We’ve reports of a small percentage of people leaving the camp, heading for their homes. The representative appears to have indeed shared your words and the files. It hasn’t convinced them all to let this progress, but it has gotten a few to give you a chance.”

“I’m sure there are more still considering things. Perhaps they, too, will head home. Perhaps not. We need to be ready for either, without putting undue hardship on our people or taking too many forces from anything important. Especially if incoming reports are correct about our wonderful northern neighbors building a force at our border.” Marcus sighed again and stood to look out a window in his study, hands clasped behind his back as he thought. “Have I made a mistake? Moved too quickly to try to right the wrongs of this kingdom? It was in a dangerous state, near collapse or rebellion… Have I only swung the threat of rebellion to the other side?”

“What does that matter now?” The advisor asked. “What’s done is done. You cannot go back and change your decisions now. Either this will blow over safely, or you will pay for your decisions, in your blood or that of the people. But how you proceed from here will continue to write your character in history for all to see. If you feel you may have rushed too quickly before, try to prevent doing so now. Think your next decisions through carefully, and perhaps we can shift the course of things to prevent a civil war, or total distruction of our kingdom.”

“Or perhaps not.” Marcus murmured. “Perhaps it is already too late… But we won’t know that until the next move is made.” He turned to look to his advisor. “Can you gather the others of my council? I think it’s past time I had everyone’s input before I make another foolish decision. I should have started this way from the start, but better late than never.” The advisor smiled slightly.

“Of course, my lord. I will have them gathered and in the largest meeting room within an hour.” He turned and left, letting Marcus prepare for a potentially kingdom saving meeting.

Taking Back The Kingdom – Chapter 6

“Thank you for making the trip to come and meet with me. I understand your people are unhappy with changes I’ve made, and I’d like to hear what about them has upset people. Every policy or change I enact will, of course, have opponents. But I’d like to try to find an amicable resolution to all of this, rather than just blow your opinions off.” This Marcus guy was more relaxed than I’d expected. Perhaps killing him would be easier than I thought. But, why did he want to talk about why we were unhappy? Wasn’t it obvious?

“You’ve increased taxes. That’s going to make anyone unhappy, for starters.”

“Ah- I knew that might be part of it. You see, I only raised taxes for those who had unfair tax advantages. The tax rate is now even across the board. My predessesor allowed the richest people to pay practically nothing, while the poor paid most of what they made. If your family was affected by the shift, I must apologize. It had to be done, however, to try to help those most in need. And the tax money is already going back into the kingdom- A boost to the assistance system, more money for schools, and money to build or improve orphanages.” This jerk actually looked happy with himself- Then again, if he was telling the truth, that was for the better… The school system certainly needed the help.

“Why boost the assistance system if you’re denying it to people?” I growled. I couldn’t fall for his ruse.

“Only to those who could find work and simply won’t. We can’t help everyone who needs it if those who could manage on their own simply don’t want to try. Unfortunately, there’s no way to guarantee no one can abuse the system, but we can try our best to cut down on those who would.”

“And the increase in the number of orphans? How’d you manage that, through your mass executions?” He looked perplexed.

“I haven’t executed anyone since I took the throne. Imprisoned, a couple of murderers. But I didn’t want to start my rule with killing. No, the orphans are those who slipped through the cracks and were living alone or in gangs on the streets. I’m saddened by how many did, but we’ll get them the education and safety they deserve. Preferably, we can also find them families.” He sighed, watching my face. “You don’t believe me- No, I can’t say I blame you. I should have considered this, the way that rumors and misinformation would spread. Not much one can do about it, though, and people will believe what they wish to.”

He meant it, didn’t he? Good grief, either this man was legitimate or he was the best actor I had ever seen. I felt myself relaxing a bit as I considered this.

“And the slavery accusations?”

“Slavery… Well, I suppose it could be seen that way, but no- It was voluntary. An offer to small-time convicted criminals, to rehabilitate them and give them a skill set and second chance at life. At the same time, things around the kingdom get fixed up. If you ever get a chance to speak to one of these men, you’ll see they’re quite happy with the deal. And no one dangerous gets offered the deal- Murderers and rapists will remain locked up.”

“I… Can’t tell if you mean it all, or if you’re the world’s best actor,” I admitted after a quiet moment of thought.

“That’s fair. I can’t expect you to change your mind immediately, nor to trust me so quickly. I expect I’d feel the same in your position.” He offered me a file chock full of papers. “Please… Feel free to share this information with your comrades. Nothing in here is confidential. I understand if not everyone, or even no one, stands down. I only ask that you all please just give me a chance to prove myself. I haven’t even been on the throne for six months yet.”

“Yeah… Sure. I’ll share this with them,” I nodded, taking the file, and my leave of him. This was going to take a lot of contemplation, but I had a feeling hardly anyone would buy it. I wasn’t even sure I bought it.


Marcus watched the young man go and sighed, rubbing his face. “He doesn’t believe me. People are so prepared to believe the worst of the government… I can’t blame them, given the previous king.”

“No… This is different. These, from what we can tell, are upper class citizens. Well off. They’re affected most by your reforms, at least in terms of taxes. They expect more breaks just because they’re well off, and they’re rebelling because they want things easy for them again. Some are upper-middle class people, like that young man. They’re being told spun versions of the reforms, and haven’t interacted enough with the poor folks to know how they feel about it all.” His advisor, stepping in from the next room, watched the new king. “There’s little we can do except be transparent, and hope the common folk step up to help educate the rich.”

“I hope it doesn’t come to that- Innocent people would be hurt or killed. I want everyone to live in peace.”

“There’s a hope we can all get behind.”

Taking Back The Kingdom – Chapter 5

At last, and with companions in tow, I approached the rally point for the rebellion. We had several hundred people in the camp, as I could see from a hill above it. I could also see the kingdom’s army stationed a few hundred yards away, far enough to prevent unnessecary fighting but close enough to be ready if we made a move toward the capital, which was well on the far side of the kingdom’s soldiers.

“Well, this is a large sack of manure,” I muttered to my new friends. “Why are they fighting for him? After the reports we’ve had…”

“Who knows? Did you lot hear, orphanages are filling up and new ones being built. Sounds like he’s already killed enough people to increase the number of orphans in our kingdom.” A scout nearby growled and spat on the ground, then looked at us again. “We’re getting things settled, when to attack and who will do what. Go see our leader, that red tent in the center of camp.”

“Thanks,” I nodded and went down the hill, frowning. That many more orphans? What was this monster up to? Well, no matter, I would certainly help put a stop to it.

I heard more murmurs of his wrong-doing as I went. Government assistance for those on hard times had been cut or completely denied to some. More talk of slavery and increased taxes… Was this man trying to run this kingdom into the ground?

“How hasn’t his army turned on him yet?” Clara asked us, frowning. “For as monsterous as he sounds, you’d expect the soldiers in the nearby camp wouldn’t be so relaxed and well-behaved. Why hasn’t this camp been wiped out yet?”

“Perhaps he underestimates us. And perhaps he’s lied and manipulated the soldiers…” I sighed, running my hand through my hair and thinking. “I don’t like it. Someone needs to get in, kill’em, and get out. I don’t think we can stand against the whole army.”

“That’s certainly what we’re thinking.” Someone had come up behind us, making all of us jump. “I’m in charge around here- Lucas Samold. Pleasure. I see you’re new- Welcome to the resistance.”

“Thanks for the heart attack,” Clayton muttered.

“We need a newer person for a chance opportunity- The usurper has agreed to meet with one representative of our group. I want someone new, so he may believe he can sway them. I want you to find out what lies and manipulation he’s using, and report back. Who’s in?”

“Gladly,” I answered. “If I get a chance to kill him?”

“If you see a perfect opportunity, take it. I doubt he’ll give you the chance, but certainly try if it presents itself.”

With that, I was stocked up and sent off for the capital. Now, I just had to keep my head… If I did, I might get a chance to save the kingdom.


Marcus sighed, looking over reports. “It breaks my heart so many children were simply left on the street when they were orphaned… So many innocent lives, slipping through the cracks. We must do better, find them foster or adoptive families and ensure they get a good education, good food, and safety. They’re the future of our kingdom, they deserve the best we can offer them.”

“Your are right, my lord. And the tax money redirected from those abusing the assistance system will help ensure as much,” an advisor agreed. “It will only be a stop-gap, I think, until someone thinks they’ve found a loophole with the new assistance rules.”

“There will always be a loophole,” Marcus sighed. “We can’t see what it is now, but someone will find and exploit it. We can’t tighten the rules too much, or those truly in need will slip through the cracks. But I want to get as many of those off the system that are truly able to work and just don’t wish to look for it… I want them to find work, and I want to find a way to provide them opportunities.”

“You are truly honorable and noble, my king,” The advisor smiled, bowing to him.

“I hope the resistance representative feels that way… Otherwise, this may yet all fall to pieces.”

Taking Back The Kingdom – Chapter 3

My travels remained fairly uneventful until I reached a small farming town three days from my last stop. People were gathered in the town square, arguing about some announcement that had been posted. I moved forward to read what it was and frowned.

“What? Executions?” I asked, outraged. “Mass executions? This is just… Just barbaric!”

“There’s a young man with sense!” An old woman agreed, nodding to me with approval. “You best be careful on your travels, boy. It looks like any who cross this new king have a short life ahead of them now.”

“I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation. We can’t just jump to conclusions,” a middle aged man countered. “He hasn’t really been that bad thus far, minus taxes. And for all we know, those are for a good purpose, right?”

“Likely the ‘good purpose’ of fattening his purse, boy!” the old woman retorted, other elders either nodding their agreement, or shouting it.

“He’s been messing with prices in shops as well. I met a shopkeep three days back who was losing business because of it,” I added to the group. “And he’s fining shops that don’t fall in line. It’s taking people’s livelihoods, it is. I can’t stand it- So I’m on my way to stop him.” These drew some cheers and praise from those arguing against the usurper.

“There’s a good boy! You go help teach this wicked creature that he can’t just come in here and do as he pleases!” The old woman was grinning at me, clearly pleased. “Go on, then son! And here-” She passed me some money. “Take this to help with your travels.”

“Thank you, grandmother, but I couldn’t. I have more than enough to get me through. Please, keep it for you and yours.” With that, and a smile and wave, I went on my way.

Despite my smile for the people, however, I was troubled. How could the king order mass executions? It had never been done in the history of the kingdom, even with the worst of our monarchs. The worst year for executions still only saw 10, and that for the worst traitors of the kingdom.

Who was he executing? Former nobles who would not support him? Commoners who caused trouble? A mixture of both? Perhaps it was officials that he had replaced with his own people. He may have needed them out of the way so that people could not rise behind them. Even locked up, people could unite under the idea that they could free those that previously had power and put them back in control.

Trying to guess the motives of a monster was only going to distract me from the road. Regardless of his reasons, it was not going to help his cause. If anything, it was only going to make it easier for me and others like me to get him off the throne. I could see our homeland returning to normal in the near future, if he continued at this rate.


Marcus looked over the newest recruits to the army as they stood before him. He frowned, seeing that many of them looked uneasy. “Why do so many of my new soldiers look discomforted?” He asked his advisor quietly.

“They have it in their heads that this is a forced recruitment, and they were required to join up. Nothing the recruiters said convinced them otherwise. It appears that people are beginning to fear you, your majesty,” the man replied in a near whisper. Marcus sighed, looking over the troops.

“We are not at war, nor in urgent need of new troops. Nervous soldiers right now will not be worth our time.” Marcus moved forward, looking at the group before him. “Those of you who do not wish to be here, you are dismissed. This is not a mandatory recruitment, regardless of gossip. We are not at war, and we are in no urgent need of the man power. We simply wish to make sure any who wish to train have the time to do so, should trouble arise. 

“In this time of unrest, those at our borders may see us as weak and vulnerable. We simply want to be ready, should one of them decide that our kingdom is an easy target.” Marcus paused, smirking slightly. “We will prove to be otherwise, of course. Our military has always been strong and proud, and it remains such to this day. Now… Those who still wish to train, please wait here for the training masters to come and give you instructions. Those who wish to go home, please do so. I wish you safe travels, and good fortune.”

As Marcus turned to leave, his advisor following, small murmurs ran through the recruits. No one left before the training masters came to them, nor did they look anxious anymore.

Taking back the kingdom – Chapter 2

It was two days of walking before I arrived at the nearest town. While I still had plenty of food and water, thanks to Pa, I hadn’t quite brought enough supplies to keep clean with. My clothes were starting to look pretty filthy, and I figured it was time to stop by a shop to pick up a couple additional things.

It didn’t take long to find the town’s shop. A brightly painted sign pointed the way, though not a lot of customers seemed to be coming and going at the moment. Heading inside to look around, I noticed that the shop was neat and tidy, with inventory displayed on well-crafted wooden tables and shelves. 

What was odd, however, was the abundance of goods for what looked to be a well-off shop. Most shops that were popular enough to have such nice displays and beautiful signs had trouble keeping the shelves stocked throughout the day, due to the abundance of customers.

And where were the customers? At this time of day, nearing noon, a shop like this should have been packed. I shouldn’t have been able to hear myself think for the noise of haggling. Yet, there wasn’t a soul here save myself and the shopkeep, who watched me hopefully.

I shook off the shock of the situation and went about grabbing supplies, heading to the counter with it. “Good day, sir.”

“Good day to you,” The shopkeep smiled. “It’s good to have a customer again.” He went through my items as I frowned.

“This looks like a popular shop, what would make custom fall so much you would say that?”

“The damned taxes, for one. People have less money to spend. Then, one of his fancy new ‘inspectors’ came to have a look at the shop, and we got hit with a large fine for a law no one’s ever even bothered with! We aren’t allowed to mark prices up for tourists. You know how the monarchy is, they didn’t really actually care as long as you paid the proper taxes on it. But then here comes this new fella, and he starts enforcing that old, foolish law! Says prices are meant to be equal to all, no matter where they’re from. But that’s the only way small shops can stay in business- My shop will survive, we’re the only one in town. But small shops in big towns? How will they fair, not being able to mark up prices to tourists? Where’ll they get that income?”

“He’s messing with the natural flow of everything, isn’t he? Higher taxes, messing with the practices of every shop in the land- And not everyone will be fined, I bet. He’s likely going to ‘make examples’ of certain shops, just to get a handle on it. Just wants to control people, I think,” I grumbled. “Well, don’t you worry. I’m on my way to try to help get the rightful queen back on the throne, and get rid of this imposter.”

“Good on ya, son. I just had a couple people pass through last week, talkin’ bout the same. That was the day before the fine hit.” The man sighed, accepting my payment and going back to his work. “Have a safe trip.” I gave a nod and a wave, collecting my goods and heading out.

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“Sire, our latest reports,” A young woman said, coming into the study Marcus used and handing him a sheaf of papers. “While your changes are taking hold… There are dissenters…” She watched as Marcus scanned through the papers.

“Ah, I see… A small force gathering, eh?” He asked, sighing. “That’s what has you concerned, Olivia. Well… I guess we’ll just have to take emergency measures. Prepare the Guard, but do not have them march yet. Have this group watched for now, and report on them every two days for the time being. From there, we will decide what to do. Understood?”

“Yes, sire, of course.” With a small frown, Olivia bowed and went off to do as she had been ordered. Marcus sighed and turned to look out a window.

“Time to see which way this whole thing will fall…”

Taking back the kingdom – Chapter 1

I can’t remember when I first realized what I planned to do. It wasn’t when I first learned of the death of our king, nor when I learned his killer had imprisoned the queen. Maybe it was when I learned that the scum had claimed the throne and started raising taxes. Might have even been when he started peace talks with our long time enemy to the north.

All I know for sure, it didn’t take long to decide that this usurper was evil. Like any evil-doer, he had to be brought to justice. And I was going to do my best to make sure that happened.

My mission, of course, was not going to be an easy one. I was just a country boy. But that didn’t matter to me. All that mattered was getting there, and getting the job done. I could figure out the rest as I went along.

My journey began two months after the new king, Marcus, took the throne. My parents had just been forced to sell part of our land due to the increase in taxes. Father was heartbroken- The farm had been in his family for five generations. We had worked hard to keep it as successful as it had been. Mother was equally upset- Along with the land, we’d had to sell some animals, including her favorite horse. She had raised it from an orphaned foal.

I could hardly stand it. If these new taxes were hurting farmers so badly, what were they doing to those without enough to make ends meet as it was? The poorest of the poor folks, the single parents, the homeless- All of them had to be on their last legs after two months of this nonsense.

“Ma, Pa, I can’t sit idly by and watch this… This monster destroy our kingdom. I’ve got to do something,” I told them at breakfast one morning.

“Eli, dear, what can you do? You’re just a country boy- You don’t have the training to fight a power-mad king!” My mother protested. “Best to just stay here and let the nobles handle it.”

“Nonsense, love. The boy’s passionate- The nobles will need strong arms and hands. They can only do so much with money, and that’s only if they have much left with this Marcus fella taxing everyone blind. Elliot, you do what you need to, boy. You’re 18 now, you an make your own decisions. I’ll help much as I can with provisions, but… You’ll be on your own heading to the capital. Can’t rightly leave you Ma and the farm here alone.” Pa always was the sensible one. Ma thought too much with her heart, not her head. Pa could get emotional, but he was careful to think before he acted or spoke. That’s how he kept the farm running so well for all these years.

I nodded my appreciation to Pa, and smiled to Ma. “I’ll be fine, Ma. I can handle myself, and I’m sure whoever I join up with along the way will teach me anything I need to know. Don’t worry about me.”

“Oh, my baby boy, all grown and taking on his own journeys as a man!” Ma was nearly in tears. I couldn’t tell if she was sad I was an adult now, or happy. It might have been a bit of both, thinking about it.

It only took a couple days to get myself around and for Pa to get me some provisions packed. Once that was done and my goodbyes were said, I set off for the capital. The roads were clear, weather was nice, and the only blight on my trip that I could see was the man sitting on the throne.

If only I knew how much more vile the man could be than I already suspected. In the coming days, conversations with folks along the route to the capital would reveal new injustices. This was only the beginning.

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“Marcus, perhaps you should slow down on these reforms? A number of people already think poorly of you. You will only get yourself killed should you continue at this pace,” an older man lectured to a young one. The young man wore nice but worn clothing, his light brown hair well maintained and his bright green eyes clear and steady as they gazed out a window.

“I cannot. If I do not get these changes made quickly, people will never begin to see what I am doing. Everything must be in place quickly, or all of this risks failure… Whether I am killed or overthrown, or left to rule.” The voice coming from the young man was light, calm, and steady. Even given a possible threat to his life, it was clear he was a man on a mission. The older man sighed and walked over, placing a hand on Marcus’ shoulder lightly.

“My boy, you are young and strong. You will throw your life away for this plan of yours. Is that what you want?”

“I want to succeed, Lord Edward. If I die in the process, then so be it,” Marcus replied simply. “This is simply the next step- And I will face any challenges as I take it with courage, strength, and skill.”

“If you insist, your majesty… Though I still think this will end in ruin, you already know you have my full support,” The older man sighed. “You always were stubborn once you’d set your mind, even as a toddler.”

“Now to see if that stubbornness is a gift or a curse,” Marcus replied, favoring the older man with a small smile.

Nameless – Chapter 1: The Riot

In a world where a name means everything, what would you do without one? You have a name, and you are known, you are visible, you exist. With a name, you are free.

If you were born without a name in this world, what would you do for one? Would you stop crimes, or commit them? Would you sell your soul for a chance to exist? Or would you let yourself be nothing, knowing no one would ever remember you or what you did with your life? What if not having a name meant you were forever a slave, at the command of the named ones and unable to make your own choices? What would you do then?

How would your answer change if you knew that an evil being could take your name? A new dark power that had risen and could take your identity, make you their slave, and no one could change things back. Would you risk it, for the chance to be real? Would you risk more to destroy this new evil?

Would you do it not for a name, but to protect those who will never even know you?

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Our story of one who stared Fate in the eyes for the good of people they had, and would, never meet begins on a sunny Sunday around noon. I was only 19 at the time, and among the nameless. A farmer had taken me in and raised me as a slave, though an educated one, out of the kindness of his heart. His son ran the farm now, and he did a great job at it. The farm was prosperous, the slaves all well kept and in control. Being the only slave who had been raised on the farm, I was the only one of us with a real education. The rest of the slaves had been bought, brought in to work the fields and care for the animals as the farm grew over the years.

My chores were more home oriented- I did dishes, cooked lunch and dinner, did laundry, and cleaned each room of the house on a schedule. Monday was the kitchen, the front room, and the entrance hall. Tuesday, the focus was the rest of the first floor. Wednesday centered around cleaning the front half of the second floor, Thursday the back half. Friday and Saturday covered the third floor, and Sunday was my day off cleaning. Instead, Sunday consisted of preparing a large meal for dinner, greeting guests as they came over, and watching the children of guests that visited.

It was a quieter Sunday than usual, with no guests planned for the day and no large meal to cook. Instead, I was tasked with repairing various outer portions of the house, such as weathered paint on the porch or the broken railing on the front steps. I was working hard to repair the front gate when I heard a commotion down the road, toward town.

“Come in the house,” My owner, Reynold, called to me. I frowned and looked over.

“But I’m not finished with the gate yet-“

“That doesn’t matter, come inside,” He repeated. “The gate can be repaired another time, I just received a message from one of the town mages that there is a riot brewing in town. I would much rather you were safely in the building, in case they come this way.” I got up from my crouch by the gate at this news, grabbing the tools I had been using and trotting back to the house. Reynold let me in and closed the door behind me. “I ordered the others to get in the barn and barricade the doors. Should anyone break in, they have been given my permission to attack or to defend themselves. Their children are all upstairs. I want you to go up there as well and try to keep them calm.”

“Yes sir,” I agreed, setting my tools to the side and heading upstairs.

“No matter what you see or hear,” He called as I reached the stairs, “Remain upstairs and protect the children. Do not, for any reason, come down until I come for you. Do you understand me?”

“But sir, what if you are hurt or killed defending the house?” I asked, concerned. He had been kind to me as we’d grown up, and had continued to be so to me when he took ownership of all of us. Of course I cared if he got hurt.

“You’ll know if I am. Keep defending the children, and if I am killed, lead them and the remaining slaves to the capital. You remember my scholar friend in the palace?” He asked.

“Yes sir, Master Jerra,” I answered.

“Go to him. There is a note in the room the children are in, in the top right drawer of the desk. I wrote it a while ago, in case something should ever come up. Take it with you, it should appease the palace guards. Now go!”

“God keep you safe,” I told him before I ran up the stairs. As I reached the top, I could hear shouting and pounding downstairs. Did Reynold have a weapon on him? Did he even know how to use one? I had never seen him with sword or knife in hand, but his family was quite wealthy. It would make sense to train him to defend himself and anyone with him, should someone attack him or the farm. I knew there were trained guards among the slaves, but they were all in the barn. They could not protect him here.

The children were all huddled in a corner in the room they’d been sent to. It was Reynold’s parent’s room. He had left it as it was when his father had died, which was lucky for me. That meant there was a sword hung on the closet door. I ran over and grabbed it, keeping it with me.

“Don’t you worry,” I told the children gently. “We’ll all be alright. Just stay calm, and stay quiet. I need to be able to hear when the all-clear is called by Master Reynold.” They all nodded gravely, understanding the situation was dangerous. We all stayed quiet, myself by the door and the children remaining still in the corner. I heard the front door break open or down, and the sound of a fight. Everything was saying I should go and aid in the defense, that Reynold would be outnumbered, but orders were orders. I knew he wanted to be sure the children were protected, and I was the last line of defense for that.

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It felt like hours before the sound of fighting finally died out downstairs. No one had come up the stairs through the fight, so I had to assume Reynold had at least stood long enough for help to arrive. I couldn’t be sure that he was still alive, but I knew he’d lasted long enough for neighbors or friends to step in and give aid, keep those of us upstairs safe. For all I knew, some of the slaves from the barn had broken orders and came to his aid. He had been kind to them, from what I saw, so why wouldn’t they? Surely even the minute scorn for all those with names could not be enough for them to ignore his kindness? It wasn’t enough for me, and I was an ordinary enough slave.

It was several minutes of silence before I really started to worry. What if I was wrong and the rioters were just exploring the house and taking anything of value now? They wouldn’t need to be noisy for that, and a normal conversation did not carry to this room that well. I knew that much from past experience. Could Reynold really still be alive? He had said I would know if he was dead. It didn’t seem possible he could be dead, but what if he was? Was it only a matter of time before rioters came up the stairs and I was all that stood between them and these terrified children?

If it came to that, the children could escape out the window. The first floor’s roof was just outside this window, and there was a trellis they could climb down. The older children could help the younger. Hurrying to the window, I checked outside. Everything looked clear, so they should be able to break for the barn, or the woods if the barn was not safe. The oldest child was 12, so he could lead them to safety and wait there until I caught up. I could hold off the rioters to buy them time, then make my own escape. We could make it to the capital, if we were quick and careful.

A noise on the stairs made me hurry quietly back to my position by the door. Was this Reynold, or was it a rioter come to search the upstairs for money, valuables, and slaves? I would know in a minute. If that door opened, I would be ready to strike if I did not see Reynold’s face, no matter who it was.

“This door you said, son?” An older man’s voice said as the footsteps stopped outside the door. There was a mumbled answer, and then a knock on the door. “I’m going to open the door,” The older man called gently. “Reynold is with me, but he is hurt. Please, do not attack when I open the door. It wouldn’t do any of us any good.” I hesitated, taking a step back and holding the sword at the ready. This could be a trick, so it was best to be ready, but I would be back a little to give them room if it wasn’t.

The door opened. A man stood there, supporting Reynold, but did not enter until the sword had been lowered. I didn’t lower it until Reynold gave me a small nod, then put it on a dresser and moved to help support him. “Now what business did you have getting hurt like this?” My voice was shaky, but I tried to sound stern, to lighten the mood. Reynold chuckled a little.

“I forgot to dodge. My mistake,” He answered quietly. “You remember Jerra,” He added.

Jerra was in his late forties, a plump and cheerful man. He made his living as a scholar and a mage. Thankfully, his magical abilities included healing, so Reynold would be able to heal faster. Jerra and his family lived in the capital, making it odd that he was here to help when Reynold needed it, but I wasn’t going to question such good fortune.

“Of course.” We got Reynold to the bed and laid down. “Shall I go let the others know it’s safe to come out? They must be terribly worried by now.”

“Yes, please,” Reynold nodded. “Take the children with you… And that sword, in case any stragglers are still on the grounds.”

“When you return, please bring hot water and some towels and bandages. We’ll get his wounds patched up,” Jerra smiled kindly to me. The children did not need to be told to get up and follow. We hurried down to the barn, the sword back in my hands. Bodies were strewn around the downstairs, but I got the children to keep moving. Once they were to the barn and the message was given, the other slaves started to come out and reassure their children. I left them and hurried to the kitchen, then the storage room to grab what Jerra had requested. Hurrying to the bedroom again, the tension felt completely shattered. Things were calmer, knowing Reynold was alive and Jerra seemed to think he could help patch up his wounds. The sounds of the riot were a distant memory, the children and their parents were all safe, and things would go back to normal.

“Everyone’s safe?” Reynold asked as I came back in the room. His shirt had been removed to reveal several bleeding gashes. Nodding, I passed over what Jerra had requested.

“Please, Master Jerra, is there anything else I may do to help?” I asked politely.

“Not at the moment, my dear,” Jerra answered kindly. “I’ve got him from here.”

“Do you think you can handle clearing the bodies out of the house?” Reynold asked. “I know you don’t usually handle heavy labor like that… If you don’t think you could do it, or if your stomach isn’t up to all the blood, I will understand.”

“I can handle it, sir,” was out my mouth in an instance. I bowed and hurried out of the room and back downstairs.

Moving the bodies was dirty and time consuming work, but it wasn’t that hard to do. The blood was everywhere, but I did not find it to be upsetting at all. This was mildly surprising, having never dealt with more than shallow cuts that come from doing chores. How I could handle this so easily was a mystery to me. Several of these people were ones I knew, people Reynold invited for Sunday dinners or to holiday parties. Most of them were, however, horrible to the nameless, and got no sympathy from me.

As I dragged the last body from the house and laid it out in the row I had started for the inspection of Reynold or the town guards, someone called out to me. Jerra was leaning out a window on the second floor. “Come upstairs, please. We need to speak with you.”

“Yes sir!” I called back up, and headed back in the house. I didn’t mind showing up dirty and filthy before my master and his kind-hearted friend, as it was routine when Reynold had orders for me in the middle of chores. Both men were still in the same room, Jerra perched on the dresser and speaking quietly.

“She didn’t so much as flinch,” Jerra was saying. “Most girls her age, brought up as carefully and protected as she has been, would not have been able to handle it. But she did it, without hesitation or grimacing, without becoming ill.” He said it with a tone of awe to his voice. Reynold looked surprised.

“Nothing? Just… As if it was nothing? But she’s never dealt with more than small cuts and scrapes…” They fell silent and looked over as I came in. “You’re alright?” Reynold asked. “I thought no one got up here, but I wasn’t sure…”

“No one, sir. And let me just say you are a terrible, terrible person for making me listen to that whole fight and not come to even see how you faired,” I added with a weak smile. “I was afraid you’d be dead by the time it was over.”

“As I said, you’d have known if I had died,” Reynold promised gently. “But I did not, so you won’t understand what I mean.”

“You never told her?” Jerra asked, amused. “About what your mother did when you both were 6?”

“Of course I didn’t. It’s never been necessary before,” Reynold replied simply. He looked to me. “Please, find a seat. You must be exhausted with stress and after clearing out those bodies- Which Jerra informs me did not seem to phase you at all? Handling the dead?” He asked, watching me curiously. I shook my head.

“Why should it? They couldn’t hurt me, after all.”

“Most people hate handling the dead,” Jerra explained. “Especially those unaccustomed to the work. But you did not so much as flinch at the work. The blood did not at all bother you?”

“None. It smelled terrible, but so do some of the cleaning solutions I have to use,” I answered, blinking and confused. “Why should a small clean up job bother me?”

“Why indeed?” Jerra asked quietly, before falling silent, looking thoughtful.

“Well, I should explain a bit. You see, when we were little… Mother noticed how close of friends we were becoming,” Reynold explained. “She always told me something was different about you. Something was… Odd, not quite normal. Not bad, just… Just different. You weren’t scared of things that frightened other children. You weren’t afraid of punishment, even when you were older and father became harsher about them. All you ever worried about or showed any fear for was my safety, and that of the few other friends you’d made.

“So Mother decided you might one day be a good companion, a good friend for me. She thought a good way to seal that was a spell she knew Jerra could perform. It ties us to each other, in such a way that should you come to harm and need help, I will know. Should I die, you will feel it and know that you must try to handle things for me. I have no children, so if I die… The farm could be taken, before anyone I want to have it could get to it. It would be up to you to get word to Jerra, who I’ve decided to leave the farm to if he’s still alive, or to his children if he is gone by then.”

“I’d like to hope I will live for a long time, but not so long as to see you go, Reynold. Nor you, young lady. You’re good people, both of you,” Jerra smiled. “Now, that spell has been renewed every year, as the dying wish of Esme,” He added as an explanation. “Though the next renewal is coming up tomorrow, so I don’t know how strong it’s fairing right now. But that’s why I came today.”

“And it’s a damn good thing you did!” Reynold answered. “If it wasn’t for you, we’d have found out for sure how well it was working. They were about to skewer me.”

“So this spell… Tells you when I get hurt?” I asked, confused. This seemed entirely ludicrous to me. “Why is the spell not the other way around? Isn’t it more important that I, as the slave, can help you when you are hurt? Why is it important you know when I am hurt?”

“Because Mother had a vision that you would be very important one day. She wasn’t sure to whom, nor why, but she was convinced you were the one who needed to be kept safe, not me,” Reynold smiled. “Of course she never wanted anything to happen to me, but you… You were, and are, as I’ve said, different. My mother felt… She felt that you were important, or one day would be. She never did explain better than that.”

“Though I believe I can,” Jerra offered. “I noticed something else when you were doing your clean up task just a few minutes ago. You are a small little thing- Maybe five foot three at best, height wise, and you can’t be more than 110 pounds. Yet you were lifting and carrying bodies that I know are 200 or 300 pounds, and lugging them around like it was nothing. Reynold said you’ve never done heavy lifting, so how do you do it? How did you carry weight over your shoulder that Reynold, a physically fit and healthy young man, would have trouble shouldering?” Jerra’s eyes were on me, and I got the distinct feeling that he was staring through me, into my soul.

That was an odd thought. What would it matter if he did? Was there anything there to see? Of course not. I was normal enough, I just must be stronger than I look. I said as much, and Jerra laughed.

“Just stronger than you look? Girl, that’s more than ‘stronger than you look’ by any account! No… There is something different, something special about you, and Reynold agrees.”

“You do things all the time that you don’t seem to be aware of or don’t seem to realize you’ve done. That cup you broke, two weeks ago? I tried for three days after to shatter its twin just by gripping it too hard, and I couldn’t. That cup was solid, one inch thick ceramic. Yet you crushed it in your hand. A month ago, you kicked a large rock and didn’t manage to hurt yourself, but did send the rock three feet from you. I managed to weigh that rock, and it was 70 pounds of solid rock. How didn’t you shatter your foot? How did you make it go so far?” He smiled, seeing bewilderment on my face, and shook his head. “There’s more. You were never taught to swim, had never seen anyone swim, yet you saved my friends daughter when she wandered off the dock last year. What’s more… You were completely dry. She was soaking wet, couldn’t explain how you’d managed to pull her back up onto the dock that set three feet off the water, and you were dry as stone. That’s not normal, girl.”

“All I did was reach for her. I fell in myself and managed to pull us to the dock and climb up,” I answered, frowning. “I don’t know how I dried off so fast. But you know I climb really well. The rock was odd, but surely not that odd. And the cup was just weakened- You’d dropped it the day before. There was a chip out of it.”

“The cup with the chip out of it is the one still in the cabinet,” Reynold countered. “If you don’t believe me, I can’t force you to. But I know you are special. For that reason, we are going to the capital.”