Prophecy

Jovvi was about to call out to Rion, but at that precise moment Naran gasped and wrapped a hand around Jovvi’s arm with a grip that was actually painful.

That…something different in Naran’s mind had flared for an instant, and Jovvi had no trouble understanding what it meant. Rion was in danger
now,

And then it was the entity which had taken over, an entity which was fully aware of the danger to one of its flesh forms. Its senses located three human forms standing in the shadows. One of the three held something in its closed fist, and even as the entity watched, that one opened its hand and flung the contents at the flesh form named Rion….

Copyright © 1999, 2011 by Sharon Green

The Chosen Five—wielders of elemental magic—have defeated their betrayers and are returning to the city behind a legion of their followers. Tamrissa, fierce lady of Fire; Rion, noble lord of Air; Vallant, brave captain of Water; Lorand, clever master of Earth; and Jovvi, passionate sorceress of Spirit have so far successfully met the challenges set by those who would prevent the Five from their rightful throne. But the struggle is not over yet. Still barring their way are the sinister usurping Five, an invading army and a peasant rebellion. The battle has never been more desperate, nor the stakes so high. But nothing can stop the forces of Fire, Air, Water, Earth and Spirit when they unite behind the greatest power of all the power of Destiny.

Review

“An acknowledged master of fantasy adventure.” — Rave Reviews

“Engaging, imaginative…a wonderful new fantasy series.” —Publishers Weekly

About the Author

Sharon Green is the author of more than two dozen novels, including the five books of her tremendously popular series, The Blending. Her other works include the Jalav series; Dawn Song, Silver princess, Golden Knight; The Hidden Realms; and Dark Mirror, Dark Dreams. She lives in Tennessee.

Well, we seem to be getting down to the last of it. Some time ago I said I’d tell anyone reading this when we reached the time I’m actually living in, but we’re not at that point yet. It’s true we’re almost there, but there are still some things that have happened which I haven’t mentioned as yet. I wonder if I’ll ever have the chance to put down the very last of it…

No, it isn’t a good idea to borrow trouble, not when you have enough of it that already belongs to you. I’m sure you remember that the others and I had finally managed to free some of the Highs and strong Middles who were being used in the empire’s army, and that they helped us to defeat the two hundred guardsmen sent after us by the falsely Seated Five. That was a clear and definite victory, which was followed almost immediately with the news that the people of Astinda had finally managed to put together an army of their own—and that army was defeating and destroying ours.

I, personally, had no idea what to do about the situation, but happily my groupmates had no doubts. The Astindan army seemed to be headed for the border between our two countries, intent on destroying our countryside and people the same way theirs had been done. Turn about is usually considered fair play, but in this instance it would hardly be the nobility, the ones who were responsible for the death and destruction done in Astinda, who would pay with their property and lives. Ignorant, innocent people would be the victims, and there was no one to warn them but us and our new allies. Not to mention getting ourselves out of the path of the avenging army, which outnumbered us ten to one…

And then, of course, there were the personal problems, between me and Vallant Ro and between Vallant and Alsin Meerk. They were small and feeble compared to the rest of what was going on, but it didn’t seem like that at the time. For a while it had almost been a game, but then the game stopped being amusing…

CHAPTER ONE

Rion Mardimil rode next to his beloved Naran, extremely relieved that she showed no signs of strain over the haste of their journey. Or no signs that the rest of them didn’t show. They’d been on the move for the last day with very little rest, fleeing ahead of the oncoming Astindan host. Lorand was in the lead, that being his part of the country, and he assured everyone that they were almost to the district which had once been his home. Privately, Rion thought Lorand didn’t look especially happy over that, but the people had to be warned and their own group could hardly ride from hamlet to hamlet shouting the danger. It would be up to the—Widdertown, was it?—people to pass along the news of imminent attack, and then their own group would be free to continue on in returning to Gan Garee.

Naran gave him a sweet, passing smile which he returned, then she went back to studying the countryside they rode through. The horses of the attacking guardsmen had done well for completing the mounting of their entire force, and those horses the guardsmen had abandoned on the way—the ones which survived having been ridden into the ground, at any rate—were being taken up as they were passed. Having spare mounts never hurt, even though no one but their own rode with them.

Rion took a deep breath, still wondering if the fate of the officers and “prods” who had savaged their new allies should disturb him more than it did. The higher officers had all been nobles, of course, and Jovvi had told him and the rest of their groupmates that they’d been incapable of believing they’d be harmed right up to the very end. But that end had been sufficiently long and drawn out to make them believe, not to mention being painful. Their former victims had been badly savaged, and their vengeance had been completely in keeping with what had been done to
them
.

And Rion had found himself grimly pleased to hear the screams and suffering of those so-called nobles. Considering the fact that he’d spent most of his life thinking of himself as one of them, his actual enjoyment of their suffering had startled him. He
should
have been highly incensed over peasants treating their betters that way, but the fact was he didn’t perceive his current allies as being inferior. To the contrary, he’d discovered that in most ways they were superior to the lazy, pampered drones he’d once considered his peers. It was no longer unthinkable to feel regret that he wasn’t truly one of those he’d formerly thought of as useless peasants…

“Rion, my love, has Jovvi made any suggestions about what might be done to restore peace between Vallant and Alsin?” Naran asked abruptly in a soft voice, pulling Rion back to the present. “The difficulty between them seems to increase with their very breathing, and if something isn’t done there will be a terrible confrontation that none of us will want to witness.”

“We all fear the same outcome, my love, but so far Jovvi hasn’t said anything,” Rion responded, Naran’s disturbance affecting him at once. “I’m still not quite clear about how there can be trouble between them over Tamrissa, not when one considers the bond between our two groupmates. Have I missed seeing the obvious again?”

“Yes, and it’s one of the most charming things about you,” Naran said with shining eyes and a gay laugh, and then her amusement faded. “For some reason Vallant seems to have decided to have nothing more to do with Tamrissa, although anyone with eyes can see that his heart will never belong to any other woman. She, for her part, made an effort to dissuade Alsin’s interest in her, but his having noticed Vallant’s distance caused her efforts to be wasted. Alsin committed himself to courting her, and Vallant decided to interfere with that intention—without changing his own stance in the least.”

“Oh, dear,” Rion said with brows high, sounding to himself a good deal like Jovvi. “Is he truly saying that he refuses to become involved with Tamrissa himself, but also refuses to allow any other man to become involved?”

“I’m afraid so,” Naran agreed with her own sigh. “What Tamrissa’s thoughts must be like is something I don’t care to dwell on, but that’s actually only a part of the problem. After Vallant and Alsin had words, Vallant began to … take over leadership of our efforts, I suppose you could say. Alsin expected to be consulted, since he
is
supposed to be our strategist, but Vallant isn’t doing any consulting. Alsin is now feeling even more like an outcast than ever.”

“I’m sure his being a strong Middle rather than a High isn’t helping in the least,” Rion said, now understanding the glares sent in Vallant’s direction by Alsin. “They’re both used to being leaders and they both want the same woman; if there are any worse subjects they can disagree about, I can’t think of them.”

“They don’t need any other subjects of disagreement,” Naran assured him. “The two they have are two too many, and they really are heading for a terrible showdown if something isn’t done. Do you think you might speak to Jovvi and tell her that, and possibly even help to devise something to do?”

“I’ll be glad to speak to Jovvi,” Rion said, suddenly disturbed in an odd way. “In point of fact you could speak to her yourself, since the others really do consider you one of us. Naran… Why are you hesitating to speak your own thoughts? Since you seem so absolutely certain, I’m surprised that you hesitate. Do you believe that Jovvi or one of the others would dismiss what you said?”

“Oh, no, my love, of course not,” Naran hastened to assure him, the earnestness in her eyes entirely unfeigned. “The others are wonderful and have accepted me fully, but… I suppose you could say I’m too shy to speak up myself. At times I’ve been forced to by the circumstances we were in the midst of, but now… I’ll just be happier letting you do my speaking for me.”

“Certainly, my love, I’ll be glad to take care of it,” Rion said, reaching over to pat her hand as he smiled. “Anything within my power to make you happy, I think you know that.”

She returned his smile and briefly clasped his hand, and then they returned to paying attention to where they rode. Rion felt a great deal of relief, as he would have been extremely unhappy if anyone had made Naran feel less than completely welcome and one of them. Even though, in all truth, she wasn’t…

* * *

Lorand looked around as he led the rather large column of former army or potential army people directly toward Widdertown. He was currently in the midst of trying to decide whether to be happy or bothered that he was almost home, but so far hadn’t had much luck in making up his mind.

Now that they had left Astinda behind and were back across the border into the empire, there were healthy, cultivated fields to either side of the road. The devastation caused by their army was no longer visible, and despite its being only a few miles behind them, hadn’t been visible since they’d crossed back. The nobles had obviously not wanted anyone in the empire really knowing what the army was doing, and so they’d disguised their efforts in the place, close to the border, where they would be most easily seen. Now, that disguising would certainly work against their own group.

“Lorand, would you like to tell me what’s disturbing you?” Jovvi asked suddenly from where she rode beside him, the words gentle and encouraging. “If I can possibly be of help, it would give me a great deal of pleasure to do it.”

“I know that, love, but I don’t think anyone can help,” he replied with a sigh that was part exasperation.

“My own mind refuses to stick to the subject bothering me most, so trying to discuss it will probably turn into a conversation about the weather. Do you really want to talk about the weather?”

“If it helps to make you feel better, why not?” she countered with a merry grin. “And it’s a rather pretty day, so how can we go wrong?”

“I’m afraid we already have,” Lorand told her ruefully. “It’s a pretty day right
now
, but in a few hours we’ll be in the middle of a chain of thunderstorms. I just hope we can find some shelter before then…”

“So that’s what’s bothering you,” she said softly as they cantered along. “You aren’t sure what sort of reception we’ll get in your home town. Just because there were harsh words between you and your father before you left, why do you believe everyone else will be just as hostile?”