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Cruentas trotted through the stone streets of Rome, a bustling place of trade and commerce. Vendors shouted for business, exchanging money for food, clothing, and other goods, while women and men browsed and bargained with other social exchanges.
Alexandru propelled Cruentas into a quicker trot around a building, leading us into an expansive open area with no vendors or buildings.
I looked ahead at the massive stone structure in the distance in awe at the sight of the Colosseum ahead. The arena was enormous and stood four stories tall, made of pillars and arched windows in a circular dome-like shape of a stadium. Seeing it up close surpassed any expectation I had for what the arena would look like, considering all I'd ever seen of Roman arenas were broken down and aged structure in my history textbook in high school.
"It's beautiful," I muttered.
Men wearing Roman helmets and armor walked the streets with cold, stern expressions. They turned their heads in our direction as we passed, nodding to Alexandru.
I startled as what sounded like an elephant erupted through the open space. Sure enough, four elephants were being practically dragged across the stone pathway by multiple men. Their grey sightly wrinkled skin looked too cracked and dry from the sun, and as dressed up as their backs were with bright colored fabrics, I could see bloody lacerations in their arms and necks from the harnesses digging into their skin. They were clearly in distress, and I raged inside, reminding myself that this place was just as beautiful as it was gruesome.
"Welcome to the heart of the city," Alexandru said in an unemotional voice, after we'd passed three massive lions in cages being taunted by guards. "Where the people are as cold as the dead beneath the ground."
The sun beat down on the bustling crowd of civilians around us, where people of all ages gathered in excitement in front of the Colosseum, their voices cascading over one another's. Guards in heavy military armor of red cloth and brown leather bore swords at their sides, acting as barricades to the rowdy crowd, while monitoring the enter entrance of the Colosseum.
Alexandru reached out from behind me on the saddle to lift the layer of fabric over my tunic fold it over my nose. "Stay hidden," he murmured at my ear.
Chariots with proud horses parted through the crowd with us, emptying people I perceived as richer, women and men with silken robes and prim wigs that made the rest of the attenders look much poorer in hygiene.
Cruentas bore a blanket beneath his saddle that resembled some of the other horses. Alexandru jumped down from Cruentas and met a man halfway who appeared to be a slave in dirty clothes. Alexandru dug into his bag and produced a handful of coins to pass to the man.
"You will make sure Cruentas is sheltered and treated well until I return, Helvius," Alexandru said, with a surprising amount of threat in his commanding voice.
The man's expression wavered briefly with nervousness. He stuffed the coins into his bag and slugged over his shoulder. "As always, he shall be ever happier upon your return. May the gods be with you today, my champion."
The man walked off with Cruentas by the reigns, steering the stallion off somewhere else away from the civilians.
"You honestly trust that guy with Cruentas?"
Alexandru looked back Helvius' retreating form. "True loyalty lies in those who fear you a little." He briefly held my hand and tugged it, indicating I should follow him. "Come with me." We climbed a large set of stairs toward the entrance of the Colosseum.
As I walked forward, my equilibrium felt a little off from the long journey from his home in the farmlands, and my tailbone was killing me. I didn't even want to think about the sweat situation going on underneath all of these ridiculous layers of clothing. We followed long, curved hallway with a huge ceiling.
"I should warn you," Alexandru decided to say, while we entered a stairwell to another floor. "My healer, he can be intense."
"Intense," I repeated slowly, trying to help him with his words. "Like you?"
Alexandru didn't answer. We turned down a new hallway, the hot and humid air from outside allowing a small forgiving breeze through the wide arched windows to our left.
Alexandru lead me into a room, where a man in an off-white toga stood facing another open window with his hands clasped behind his back.
"You are late," the man said, without turning around. "Who is she?"
Alexandru haphazardly dropped his bag at the corner of the room. "A friend."
"You use that word too easily." The man's head turned slightly to the side, the sun shadowing half of his face, before he turned around. My heart pounded at his familiar face. Instead of stark white hair with colors at the ends, he had short, light caramel brown hair, cropped just above his ears. His eyes were hazel, rather than an otherworldly electric violet.
"Faith, this is Kalace. Kalace, this is Faith."
"Hello," I said with a small wave. "I like your...toga."
Kalace's gaze seemed to wander in the space around me, before locking onto my face. He said nothing. It made me feel a little...uneased.
"Is this why you are late, Dru?" Kalace motioned to me with an annoyed gesture. "Do you not realize I have other patients today in the city? People are dying of sickness at this very moment."
Geez, Kalace's personality was abrasive as hell, rather than the spritely Ace that I knew in the modern era. He almost was reminding me of moody Death.
Alexandru raked his hand through his hair. "Why must everything be a life lesson with you?"
Kalace strode to a bag on the table beside him and began looking through it. "The girl leaves, or we do not continue."
"Then we do not continue," Alexandru said with a smug, sarcastic smile, reaching over to pluck a fruit from a bowl on the table. "I am bored already. How about a game of latrunculin?"
Kalace leaned his weight from one foot to the other, irritated. "Need I remember you, you have a fight today. I follow your father's rules for your sake. Not mine."
"Oh, well." Alexandru shrugged and took a bite of the fruit, juice dripping messily down his chin. He smeared the juice with his sandal on the floor in a feeble attempt to clean it up. "I am sorry, were you saving this? It is very delicious."
"Your...activities...outside of the arena," Kalace stated in a louder voice, glaring at the dirty spot on the floor and Alexandru's messy eating in absolute abhorrence, "are to be left outside of the arena."
"Why does everyone think I'm a prostitute around here?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. "I could not be wearing any more clothing even if I tried. Wouldn't a sex worker maybe be wearing something more...I don't know, appealing? Cute?"
"This is true," Kalace agreed. "You look like a mummy with no shape in those clothes."
My mouth fell open at the unexpecting jab from Kalace. Alexandru arched a golden eyebrow at me, chewing on yet another mouthful of fruit. He inclined his head toward Kalace, letting me know I had to fight my own battle here.
"Excuse you," I said to Kalace, offended by his unbelievable rudeness. "These are his mother's clothes. Maybe show some respect, doctor."
Alexandru shook his head at me in disappointment. "You did not even insult him. Make fun of his hair, he might cry."
"I would not cry," Kalace seethed. "That would be you with your long, dumb golden mane. Now tell me why this loud girl is wearing your mother's garments?"
"I saved her yesterday afternoon from drowning in the river by my family's farm," Alexandru explained. "Her clothes were ruined."
Kalace's head tilted. "The river that runs through the forest?"
"Yes, she must have fallen into the rough waters and hit her head on a rock." Alexandru tossed the pit of the fruit he'd eaten back into the bowl of fruit. "She says she has memory loss."
Alexandru's tone only lightly implied he did not believe me, but of course, Kalace picked up on his skepticism immediately, and his hazel eyes were now piercing into mine. "And do you? Have memory loss?"
I looked around the room at the broken memory I was currently existing in. "In a way, yes."
There was a long stretch of silence, where Kalace did not say a thing again.
"Kalace," Alexandru sighed, "she is no threat to us."
"You do not get to tell me what is and what is not a threat. You have put your trust in a random girl you found in a river. Gods help you, it makes one wonder what else you might put your blind trust in."
"She is a good person," Alexandru maintained. "I feel she can be trusted. I will not be wiping her memory, and neither will you."
Kalace raised his chin, his jaw set. "Is your father aware of her?"
"They met briefly, yes."
"He also thinks I'm a whore," I said cheerfully. Neither of the men laughed. Damn.
"My father must not know of this conversation." Alexandru rolled his shoulders back, as though to relieve some tension. "This is important to me. I need to make sure she returns home safe. And maybe we can help her find her friend, too."
Kalace inhaled through his nose. "You should inform your father of your arrival upstairs, and then return for your exam. Otherwise, he might check on you in here, unannounced."
"Does this mean you will evaluate her?"
Evaluate me?
"Yes." His hazel eyes twinkled with mischief. "Though, you will owe me a favor. Two, counting yesterday with Cornelius."
Alexandru laughed under his breath. "Always a man of fairness, just like your father." He clasped Kalace firmly on the shoulder, and the warlock managed a small smile. Still, I didn't miss the sadness that wavered Kalace's eyes, after Alexandru turned his back on him and crossed the room to me.
"I will be right back." He absently reached up and fixed a portion of my tunic back into place at my neck "Kalace will stay with you until I return. Is that okay?"
I looked over at Kalace, not exactly finding the reassurance I wanted that I would be safe. He was leaning his hands against the table where Alexandru once sat, watching me with a closed-up expression.
Great. He's not giving off strange vibes, or anything.
"Sounds like a dream," I said at least with a tight smile. "Hurry back, Blondie."
Alexandru hauled his bag over his shoulder and left the room.
"You have an unusual aura," Kalace said, drawing my attention back to his brooding hazel eyes. "It glows white, and it does not move or change." He raised his fingertips, as though tracing something as he spoke. "The outer edge is black, bleeding toward the center."
I shifted my foot from one to the other, chills raking down my spine.
"Do you understand what it means?" he asked.
"No, but I have a feeling you do."
"It means you are full of horse shit," Kalace snapped.
I drop of fear landed in my stomach.
"Where are you from?" Kalace demanded, moving closer to me. "I want the truth."
I moved to the side, putting distance between us. "Elsewhere."
"Elsewhere," Kalace repeated, and my eyes glued to his hand at his side, how his fingers were outstretched. He snapped his fingers once. "Obey. Give me your bag."
Dazed, I shrugged off my backpack and handed it to him.
"What the fuck...?"
"Compulsion of a vulnerable mind. It is just a trick." He said this all so clinically, as he set my backpack down on the table and hovered his hand over it. A bolt of electricity fired from the lock of the backpack into his finger, but he shook his hand off as if it were nothing.
"Was that just a trick too?" I asked sassily.
He ignored me. "This is a powerful ward. Did make this yourself?"
"Give me thatââ"
"Stay back." He jabbed me in the shoulder with a single finger and the air pulsed around me like sonic waves. I stumbled back ten feet and clutched my tightening chest, feeling like the wind had been knocked out of me.
"Alexandru is quite enchanted with you," Kalace concluded, observing my backpack as though thinking of ways to pry it open. "He often dismisses any close connections with others. Have you swayed his mind?"
"I think you have the wrong idea about me," I said, hearing the slight tremble in my voice. "I am on your side."
"I have no side, creature."
"Creature?" I moved toward him. "Hey, now what a minuteââ"
"Stand still." His hand shot out fast with the command, magic unfurling from his palm like violet tendrils. His magic sunk into me fast, and I gasped as I suddenly felt my whole body lock up with an unbearable coldness. It felt as though I'd become ice on the inside, and I could no longer move. Shit. Shit. Shit.
"Let us see what you are made of." As Kalace crossed the rest of the space between us, his palm raised, hovering over my face. "Show me what she seeks." A small pressure formed behind my eyes as his hand glided one way over my features. He flipped his hand over and went the other way, this time looking down at his hand, as though he were reading off his palm.
I felt an instinct to stop him from doing whatever he was doing. This memory was fragile and maybe everything happening in it was channeling directly through Death's conscious. But the only uperhand I had over Kalace was my power, so panicked and punched forward, light bursting out. Wind hurled around us as his feet slid back on the ground, his hands coming up to shield his face. When he lowered his hands, his eyes wide in shock, and his forearm badly burned and bleeding.
I looked frantically around, terrified the memory would collapse in on itself from using my ability.
But nothing had happened.
"What in the godsââ?" Kalace gasped out, lightly touching his burned flesh with a tremulous hand. "You summon power without any spoken command. What are you?"
Hot air hurled through the open window beside us, tossing my braid to the side as I stared intensely at him. A few epic seconds passed, before my posture slumped, and I cursed at myself. "That was totally the perfect moment for me to have a cool title prepared for myself."
"If you are trying to win Alexandru's love for power," Kalace said with disdain, now clutching his injured arm as the tablecloth beside him whipped at his leg, "then know your connection with him it will be short-lived. He is to meet another woman very soon. They will be married. So is fated."
My fingers flexed at my side, light dancing between my fingertips like static electricity. "Yo, you did not just break warlock confidentiality to try and hurt my feelings."
"If I wanted to hurt your feelings, I would say Faith is an ugly name."
"The heck is wrong with you? Take it back!"
"I will not."
I lunged toward him, making Kalace stumble back unexpectedly into the wall behind him, and flicked him on nose with a spark of light.
"Ow!" he cried, clutching his face as he fell back on the cot behind him. "That really hurt!"
"Yeah, that's what I thought," I said, folding my arms over my chest. "Shouldn't doctors have good bedside manners?"
His nose was now a shade of pink, like sunburn. "I could curse youââ"
I aimed for his nipple.
"Yow!" he shouted and lunged away from me with his hand on his chest. He straightened his toga, furious. "What a shameful display of power! Whoever instructed you is a brute!"
Before I could respond, with a quick and forceful movement, Kalace suddenly wound up his arm and punched forward. "Break!" A pocket of air with streams of violet firing toward me. My hand shot out at the last second, knocking his magic out of the way and shattering something ceramic at the corner of the room.
My mouth curved a little, as I realized it was a vase.
Kalace suddenly fired again, this time my light connecting at the last second with his power, shielding my face. Our forces ricocheted off each other and came back with a blast that tossed us both back. I crashed into the table behind me, knocking things over as I collided with the stone ground. His physician bag fell to the ground beside me, a few medical tools, and piece of rolled-up paper, a scroll, which stopped right in front of my face.
I gripped the scroll and hastily stood, unraveling the paper.
When I unwrapped it, coldness washed down my spine as the words on the page rearranged themselves, until I could read them. The image on the scroll were two figures facing each other. The one figure held a heart in its hand, while the figure on the right appeared to be dead, their body arched toward the sky. My eyes snagged on one word. Eternal power.
My hands trembled against the paper. "This...doesn't belong to you."
The warlock winced and slammed his hand against the stone wall, visibly pained as he pouring some sort of liquid across his wound. "What are you talking about?"
I took a step toward Kalace. Accusation strengthened my voice as I repeated louder, "This. Does not. Belong to you."
Kalace lifted his head and froze, noticing what was in my hand.
"You're supposed to be his friend, Kalace."
He slowly straightened his posture, facing me.
"Why do you have this?" I beat the air with the scroll as emphasis. "This belongs to Phoebe Cruscellio."
"How do you know?" He stared at me for a long moment, his expression falling away. "You can read what is on it, too?"
I realized my mistake, my breath quickening.
Kalace acted fast, pointing his hand toward the page from the Book of the Dead. "Return."
The scroll flew out of my fingers and into his.
"I do not know who you are, or why you are here," Kalace said, rolling the scroll up tightly, "but if you are smart, you will leave the games today. You never cross paths with me again, and you will leave Alexandru alone."
My thoughts raced in a fearsome storm. Ace was someone I considered a friend, but this version of him frightened me.
"Tell me why you have that scroll," I insisted.
Kalace bent down and picked up his medical bag, stuffing the scroll inside. He paused, before surprisingly answering me. "Because I fear I might need it."
"Need what soon?" Alexandru's voice startled us both. He was leaning back on the wall by the entryway into the room. He now wore polished golden armor over his tunic with red cloth accents. His muscular arms were folded over his chest. His eyes swept over the mess in the room. "What happened? A party?"
I gave Kalace a pleading look, but he would not look at me.
"There...was a spider," I answered.
"A large spider," Kalace added, careful to hide his burned forearm from as he rubbed some sort of salve along his skin. "There is a not a single thing in this room she did not break to get away from it."
Kalace had played along, but I knew it was for me to keep silent of what I had found in his bag.
Alexandru's grinned at me. "A spider, you say? Why am I not surprised?"
I thought of how he'd pranked me while I was doing pull ups on that tree. I would have laughed, had I not been so shaken up from what happened with Kalace.
I could feel Alexandru's gaze as he briefly scrutinized me, before doing the same to Kalace. Maybe he knew something was up. "What happened before the spider mauled you both?" he asked. "Does the little whore belong on the streets, after all?"
I went to punch his side and my knuckles connected with unforgiving armor. Feeling stupid as hell, I shook out my fingers with a curse, and he snickered a little darkly.
"Her memory will recover soon." If Kalace was anxious about what I'd discovered, he did not show it. And I had to do the same if I wanted to see the rest of this memory. "Faith remembered she has to be elsewhere and will miss your game."
"No, I won't," I said.
Kalace stared me down. "Yes, you will."
Alexandru frowned, looking between the two of us again. "Faith stays, or else I will mortify you in front of Livia," he threatened.
"Ooooh, Livia," I teased Kalace.
"I forget, does Livia know of your collection of dead insects?" Alexandru inquired.
Kalace made a face as though he were about to commit homicide. "Stop."
Alexandru clasped my shoulder, and I felt my temperature soar from the sensation of his strong hand. "I think we passed her on the way up here. Did we not, Faith?"
"You mean, the girl with pretty eyes and the braids?" I played along, watching Kalace look rapidly back and forth between us in my peripheral.
"Yes, it must have been her," Alexandru said, obviously trying to provoke Kalace. "I have been told my voice carries with ease. Maybe I can summon her from here." Alexandru cleared his throat and cupped his hands over his mouth, turning to face the doorway.
"Eh-eh!" Kalace threw a blunt medical tool at Alexandru's head. "Do not dare. I will kill you in your sleep, you big gold beast!"
"Big gold beast." Alexandru pursed his lips as he considered this. "I like the sound." He put his hands on his hips, growing serious. "Kalace, there will be no time for my physical. Not that I ever needed it. Senator Cornelius has not arrived yet, so it is no concern. My father wants to meet me in the dungeons before the gates lift. To make sure I remember his strategy for today."
Kalace lifted his chin. "Yes, the strategy. I will come with you to make sure we both know our parts."
"What about me?" I asked.
"You will be in the stands," Alexandru said. "No women should be in the hypogeum, day or night. Trust me."
"What is the hypogeum?"
"The tunnels beneath the arena. It can become violent between the fighters fast with so many crammed into little space. Especially in this heat, when it reeks of piss and male."
I was definitely tapping out after he said odor of male. Sounded like a men's locker room from hell. "Can I at least walk with you to the hypo...thing?"
Kalace opened his mouth to shut me down, when Alexandru spoke first.
"Sure."
The three of us left the room and started down the spacious stone hallway outside, but we didn't make it very far, as there were a group of gladiators approaching our room.
"The Kitten Eater!" The tallest one, a rugged looking red head strode ahead of the group with a helmet pinned underneath arm. Turning his head to the side, he hacked something to the side into a ceramic pot and winked at a woman who cringed in disgust passing by, before stopping right in front of Alexandru. "I thought I might find you here. Cowering with your healer before our fight, are we?"
"Hello, Remus," Alexandru said with uninterest. "You look well."
Although Remus wasn't as large as Alexandru, he had a powerful upper body and an intimidating, almost unhinged look in his eyes. Like he was ready for something violent at all times.
"Your muscles look smaller, my friend," Remus commented. "Perhaps a messy loss today will get you back into that god-like shape all of Rome worships you for. Though, I do not think your female fans will want to bed you, after I leave you a loser with three teeth."
His gladiators behind him snickered amongst themselves.
"Not a single word from our great Champion?" Remus asked, when Alexandru did not respond. "Can you not hear today?" That unhinged look in his eyes flashed with sinister intentions. Lifting his hand, he suddenly smacked Alexandru upside the head, the sharp sound of it startling me. "How about now, you gigantic fool?"
His posse exploded into rancorous laughter.
The muscles in Alexandru's neck tensed. He looked back at Kalace. Kalace slowly shook his head. If I had to guess, Kalace had just stopped Alexandru from impulsively punching Remus' head down his own neck.
"I saw your father yesterday speaking to Senator Cornelius," Remus continued, after he'd had a good chuckle of his own. "Rigging the games again with your family's coin again?"
"I beat you fair, Remus."
"Fair?" he laughed out. "You would not recognize a fair match even if it was attached to your ass." He let his crowd of warriors behind him laugh again. "You know, I heard the strangest rumor about you, Dru."
Alexandru gazed around us in annoyance, as if this were the last place he wanted to be right now. "Did you, now?"
"Is it true you had your leg pinned beneath a chariot wagon just a few weeks ago?"
Alexandru gaze snapped to Remus.
"Because if it were true," Remus said, his grin widening, "and you were ever withstand a severe injury like that in the arena, and heal with the haste of a witch, I fear it would end horribly for you. In fact," he added, "I overhead Senator Cornelius say you would be charred to nothing tomorrow morn, if he were to ever witness such a thing."
Remus circled around Alexandru as he spoke, the potent stench of his body odor carrying to me. Good lord, now I understood why the
"Yowza," I muttered. "If only we could char your body odor down to nothing."
Remus moved away from Alexandru, his hawkish nose turned down to me. "Most little lambs like you like my musk," he said and licked his bottom lip.
Alexandru's knuckles audibly cracked as his fingers curled into a fist at his side.
"I suggest you leave, Remus," Kalace said sharply, and thankfully Remus' beady eyes peeled off of me. "Your jealousy has embarrassed you enough."
"Oh, does the healer have words of wisdom for me?" Remus spat. As he ran his hand through his red hair, I noticed the odd pattern of scars underneath his arm. "I have words for you, too, witch. From the clan of huntsman that took your father's head."
Where Kalace did not even flinch with Remus' words, Alexandru's chest heaved. His words came out slow and tight from between his clenched teeth. "What did you just say?"
"Remus," hissed one of the men behind him, clutching his shoulder.
Remus shrugged him off. "I am not afraid who knows the truth," Remus sneered. "Your father practiced magic, so says the clan of Numitor. They hunted him down and severed his head from his neck like an animal. And if you are not very careful around me, you will be next."
Alexandru practically barreled into Remus as he lunged forward and shoved him into the wall. I thought the stone wall behind him might crack by the force of it. Remus held up a hand to his friends not to intervene.
"You will never threaten Kalace again," Alexandru growled with a ferocity I didn't think he had in him.
"Now there is a warrior." Remus shunted Alexandru back with a harsh laugh. "I have seen the way you fight. Oh, it is a show. You know how to entertain Rome, but you do not have the guts to take a life. You are weak. Today, I will make sure the whole arena knows it."
With that, Remus strode off with the other gladiators.
Alexandru stood very still. He took a single step forward, but Kalace stopped him with a hand to a chest. "Stop."A small rivulet of violet energy pulsed out from his hand, making Alexandru halt in an instant. "Control your emotion, or it will control you."
"Kalace is right," I said. "Getting you mad is exactly what that guy wanted."
"How can you be so calm?" Alexandru hissed to Kalace, his face tight with rage. I felt like I had blended into the background, watching the memory take over. "He knows who murdered your father!"
The warlock's face looked colder than ever. "There are greater things the Fates have in store for us both. I care not of Remus' empty threats and lies."
"I grow tired of your riddles with the Fates. How could you know what the Three Fates spin?"
"Because my father did," Kalace admitted, and Alexandru grew quiet with surprise. "Although I do not share his full gift, my father visited me in a dream, two moons ago. He told me the Three Fates chose him to see their forthcomings, but he could not share what he had seen. Not when he was alive. Not without great consequences. He said he had even seen his own death..." Kalace looked down, swallowing hard, before continuing. "I thought it was only a nightmare, but what Remus said aligns exactly with what my father told me. He mentioned the Numitor clan by name. Which makes me wonder if the rest of what he told me..." He shook himself with a humorless laugh. "Gods, I speak only nonsense in my grief..."
"Tell me, Kalace," I said, saying it eerily at the same time as Alexandru. "I will believe you."
Kalace's eyes lifted. He gave Alexandru a long, troubling look, before taking a step backwards. "I am sorry." His hand trembled as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I cannot meet you and your father in the hypogeum. I suddenly feel unwell. It must be the heat..."
Kalace strode fast down the long hallway, hiking his physician bag over his shoulder, leaving Alexandru standing utterly confused in the middle of the hallway, and me, filled with trepidation over whatever he'd chosen not to tell Alexandru.
Including the stolen page from the Book of the Dead in his bag.
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HOW DO WE FEEL? WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT? IS IT PRONOUNCED CAL-ACE OR CAL-UHS??? THE WORLD MAY NEVER KNOW. BUT I DO. I KNOW. MWAHA.
Nobody:
Alexandru: *Briefly acts like Death*
Death fans:Â !!!!!!!! MY SEXY MOLTEN LAVA-HOT UNDEAD KING
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