Nightbane: Chapter 31

Isla blinked. She had just had a memory. It didn’t seem as though any time had passed, however.

Was it because her Nightshade abilities were getting stronger? Had it always been this way?

The Vinderland warrior was frozen in front of her. She had just demolished his weapon with a single touch. “What are you?” he asked. “You’re . . . Wildling.”

“I’m more than that,” she said, stepping forward. Suddenly, she had Enya’s confidence. She had seen her own death too.

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“You are going to join us in battle, or we are going to all perish,” she said, her voice taking on an edge. “It’s as simple as that.”

He looked down at the pile of ashes that had once been his weapon. They mixed with the snow, then blew away in a flurry. The warriors at his sides spoke to each other in low voices. Their eyes were wide. They looked stunned.

“A Wildling who is also Nightshade,” the man in front of her said, his tone completely different than before . . . almost reverent. He seemed to turn the words around in his mind before he reached for another weapon—a sword this time—and held it high in the air.

Isla might have been afraid that he would try to behead her, but she knew the positioning of his sword. She raised her own, and the swords clanked together loudly—a warrior’s handshake.

“Singrid,” he said, sheathing his weapon.

Isla shot a look at Enya, who shrugged.

“You . . . you will fight with us?” she asked.

He shook his head. “No. We will fight with .”

Isla should have celebrated, or left while she was ahead, but she didn’t understand. “You . . . you tried to kill me. Just moments ago.”

Did her being Wildling and Nightshade really mean that much?

“Apologies,” he said, looking like he truly meant it. “I should have known. You survived an arrow to the heart . . . we have stories about people like you. Those who stand on the line between life and death.”

Isla shifted in the snow. If only he knew that she had seen her own demise.

She wasn’t about to tell him that. Instead, she said, “How many of you are there?”

Their numbers didn’t seem significant the last time she had encountered them, but she hadn’t seen their base or full population.

“Hundreds,” he said, and hope swelled. “Most cannot fight, however.”

Hope withered. “Why?”

“They have a sickness,” he said. “The last few decades, it has spread. Incapacitated most of us.”

A sickness? Isla almost asked why they hadn’t seen a healer, but she stopped herself. No Moonling would ever treat part of the Vinderland. They were known for their viciousness and appetite for human flesh.

“What if we could heal them?” Isla asked.

She felt Enya staring at her.

Singrid took a step forward. “You have a healer?”

“Yes,” she said, avoiding Enya’s look. “If they could recover in time . . . could they fight?”

Singrid nodded. “We are all trained.”

Good. “I’ll be back, then,” she said. She raised her sword and clashed it with a weapon from every one of the Vinderland in front of her.

She had a legion, she thought. If she could just find a way to heal them.

“Please tell me you can help,” Isla said to Calder. The Moonling frowned as she told him about the sickness. “You . . . you a healer, right?”

He gave a weak smile.

“The worst,” Zed said. “He’s the healer.”

Enya shot him a look. She turned to Calder. “We know you’re not the best . . . but you’re who we have. And Isla here might have exaggerated your skill set.”

She had a thought. “Oro’s a healer, isn’t he?” He had healed her injuries before, during the Centennial.

Enya moved her hand back and forth in front of her. “He can heal physical wounds, but only straightforward ones. As far as I’m aware, he’s never tried sicknesses.” She looked at Calder again. “You have, though, Cal. Right?”

Calder swallowed. “I . . . I , but—”

“I’ll bring you to the Wildling newland,” Isla said. “Our healing elixir is made from a flower. Perhaps if it was boiled, made into a tea, that could help them as well. I can show you.”

Calder agreed, and that was when she told him and Zed about her starstick. The look the Skyling gave her could only be described as withering.

The three of them went through the puddle of stars.

At Isla’s request, Wren showed them the patch of flowers where the healing elixirs came from.

“These are magnificent,” Calder said. Isla hadn’t ever seen them in their original form before. They were deep violet in color, with sharp petals. Beautiful. Vicious.

“The flowers are so rare, we use them only in emergencies. We’ve never tried them for sickness,” Wren said. Her eyes darted to Isla. “We . . . we have only been able to find a few more additional patches.”

They didn’t have many to spare.

Isla sighed. This was the hard part of ruling, she decided. Was it better to use a portion of the flowers now, to ensure the help of the Vinderland warriors, knowing there would be less healing elixir later, which could save lives?

Though . . . having more warriors would save lives too, wouldn’t it?

She closed her eyes tightly and decided. “Let’s test with just a few flowers. If we see meaningful results . . . we can determine how many we would need to heal all of them.”

Calder nodded. Wren began to pluck the flowers. The moment they were pulled from the ground, the color became darker, almost black.

There was a rustling in the woods by the patch and Zed froze. He looked up, and up. His hand inched toward the weapon on his belt.

“Don’t you dare,” Isla bit out, before breaking into a smile.

Lynx. She had missed him.

He bowed his head begrudgingly, as if acknowledging he had maybe missed her too.

She jumped as high as she could and threw her arms around his neck. That was apparently taking it too far, because the massive leopard shook her off.

When she turned around, Enya, Calder, and Zed were gaping at her.

“That is the largest cat I have ever seen,” Enya said.

Lynx uttered a sound that made it clear he did not like being referred to as a cat. She placed her hand against his side. “He’s a leopard, thank you very much,” she said. Lynx didn’t even acknowledge her.

Zed narrowed his eyes at Lynx. “I . . . I don’t think that’s a leopard.”

“Of course he is,” Isla said. “Look. If you squint, you can see the patterns.”

Calder stepped forward to get a closer look, and Lynx bared his massive teeth. The Moonling held his hands up. “Never mind. I can see from here. Very pretty.”

Zed just shook his head. “Are there more of them?” he asked.

“More of what?”

He motioned at Lynx. “Your .”

She looked at Lynx, whose eyes slid to hers. Somewhere deep inside of herself she knew that meant no.

Was that part of the connection between Wildling and bonded?

“No. Why?”

Zed shrugged. “We could use creatures like that. The Skyling vote’s in a few days. I’m not holding my breath.”

He was right. Isla wanted to bring Lynx to Lightlark for the battle. If she could manage to ride him, it would be a considerable advantage.

When they returned to Lightlark, Calder joined Isla to visit the Vinderland, with the flower. If it worked, she would be adding hundreds of skilled, ruthless warriors to their army.

The next day, she would visit Cinder on Star Isle to begin practicing the walls of energy that would keep the battle enclosed. She had already started learning to create the defensive nature that would cover other parts of the Mainland. Confined, the Nightshade soldiers would be easier to defeat.

They had a plan.

As Isla fell into another memory that night, though, she couldn’t help but think it still wasn’t enough.