The Coalition Episodes 1-4 (12 page)

CHAPTER 33

Shai

Kael's eyes looked like two dark raisins in a slice of sweet bread. The sunrise reddened his face. His forehead creased as he frowned. Why did her presence disturb him so much?

Shai folded her hands in front of her to steady their shaking and lifted her chin as he approached.

"What did my sister say to you?" His tone rattled her, but she pressed her lips together. He sighed and pulled on a pair of gloves that shone glossy-black. He pushed some smoking pieces of wood aside from the pile near her. His hair was dark like Ava's, cut short around his ears and neck. Similar to Aliah's, but without the curl.

A pang of confliction hit her again.

Kael pulled a few blackened jars from the pile and stacked them near Shai. The strange gloves must be resistant to heat; he just kept tossing smoldering wood aside and pulling jars from the ashes without seeming to burn his hands.

He straightened and looked hard at Shai. "I asked you what Ava said to you over there. You two looked pretty intense."

Shai shrugged one shoulder. She meant it to seem casual, but the steady way he looked at her made her feel stiff and awkward.

"She's nice. Just welcomed me. To... Sector Three." The words sounded foreign.

"Whoa! She talks!" Kael held his hands against his face in mock surprise and when he stooped to dig through the pile again, Shai stifled a laugh. Two black, hand prints clearly marked both cheeks.

"Hey, I'd help if I had a pair of those gloves."

He barely glanced at her as he shoved one hand into his back trouser pocket, pulled out another pair then tossed them to her. Her small hands swam inside them, but at least the gloves would offer protection.

"Just stack the jars there." He gestured by tipping his head. "And if you come across... anything else just holler."

"Anything else?" She crouched beside him and moved some wood, feeling nothing more than mild heat in her hands.

"Yeah. Like... lanterns, utensils, dishes, a book..."

"A book?" A flutter started in her stomach and worked up to her throat.

Kael gave her a funny look. "A book. You know, it has pages, a cover."

"I
know
what a book is. I've seen one before... But wouldn't it have burned in the fire?"

"Not this book." Kael's lips barely moved when he said that and he kept his eyes down. They worked in silence digging up a few more jars and one lantern. Kael stood suddenly and pressed a fist into his lower back, groaning. Shai stood too and stretched.

"I don't need you here." Kael's face flushed pink. "I mean, there's nothing left to salvage here. It's obvious this Supply House completely burned down. Go help Ava. Take some of these jars to her. She'll need them to feed all those people." He bent over the pile again and Shai gathered a few jars in her arms.

She turned to go then stopped. "What bothers you so much about me being here?"

Kael stood and walked over to her, his eyes dark and hard again. "You're a Laelite. A puppet.  Just doing what you're told. You contribute
nothing
to the Division, yet you take from us. So excuse me for not being pleased that you're here." He poked his finger hard into her shoulder on the word 'nothing' and when she walked away the feeling of his finger remained, echoing his words.

I’m not a puppet.
She bit the inside of her lip.
I had no idea Conley existed until today. How could I contribute to a community I knew nothing about?
But her heart burned with something deeper.  Something worse. Her whole life she'd been told nothing existed outside of Lael except the Borderless, which supposedly stretched on forever. But she'd been lied to.

Frustration and anger clung to her like the soot on her clothing, but she had nothing to spend it on. Who could she blame for the lie she'd been living?

The flutter in her stomach grew stronger. She leaned into it and gripped it with her heart. She was part of something bigger than Lael and the Borderless. Something that no one wanted her to know about. And the Book, that Remiel told her to get, had something to do with it. In Lael, she had no hope of ever getting close to it, especially since Sileas had died trying.

But now the Book was here. Or at least it was.

CHAPTER 34

Aliah

By the time Aliah left the cave, Mara had returned to the children, humming old Laelite lullabies. He'd asked her another question about the Book, but her blank stare told him she'd already forgotten their conversation.

He walked hood-down through the Borderless woods passing abandoned camps with cold fire-pits, but no sign of Shai. His side had grown stiff, but it looked clean enough and seemed to be healing. The sunlight was stronger outside of Lael, the trees greener and... He tipped his head and listened. The sounds of birds, squirrels, and tree frogs a pleasing chorus.

The boundary of Conley appeared suddenly on his right, a line of black-barked trees with a crescent carved into the white wood. He stayed hidden behind the trees and watched groups of people haul charred wood, metal scraps and blackened remains of buildings and their contents onto a large pile near the community's entrance.

His heart leaped in his throat when a fair-haired young girl emerged from behind a smoking pile of wood carrying something. Her hair hung loose and wavy around her shoulders instead of pulled into a bun. A wave of heat flashed across the mark on his chest when she looked up. He pressed tighter against the tree and tried to think invisible thoughts. When he peeked around the tree again she'd gone. He sighed and moved closer to Conley's entrance, a cluster of shorter trees that flanked the road leading in. He crouched, imagining Shai among the Conley's. He never told her anything about the land outside of Lael. As a Watcher he was forbidden to mention anything about the raids or what he saw while watching.

Now that she was aware of life beyond Lael he wondered how she was accepting it. Did it stir up the old Son of Thunder stories and bring her false hope or did it fuel her anger towards him, thinking he'd kept the truth from her?

"Ace." A voice behind him startled him and he twisted around then winced and grabbed his side. The young woman from the previous night stood with her hands on her hips, eyes narrowed. Some of her dark hair had sprung free from her braid and curled around her face and neck. Dark smudges beneath her eyes and on one cheek made Aliah's stomach hollow. He knew he was at least partly responsible for her sleepless night. He stood slowly and kept his eyes on her.

"If my father knew you came back here after..."

"Why don't you tell him then?" He swallowed the guilt as a picture of Akan beating Mallak came into his mind.

"He nearly died, Ace." Her voice wavered and she sniffed. Her green eyes filled, but not a single tear spilled over. Her resolve reminded him of Shai.

"Then arrest me.  Punish me for my infraction. I'm sorry about what happened. You're right, I was there, but I can't change what happened." He held his hands up in surrender.

She snorted. "Right. Arresting you won't do any good, considering our Holding House has been burned to the ground." She dropped her hands to her sides and looked him up and down like Ellersly had done earlier, only her face held no compassion.

"I should let my brother know you're here. He'd love to finish you off."

"Your brother nearly did that already." Aliah moved his cloak to expose a dark red stain spreading across his sweater.

Ava laughed. "Kael couldn't have done that. He wouldn't have left you alive."

"You have two brothers? Is the other one this height?" He held his arm out chest-high and Ava's eyes widened. "Arlie did that to you? He was there? He could've... been killed." Her shoulders slumped.

"Look, I already said I'm sorry about... everything. I'll go... I'm just here to get someone. Her name's Shai. Blonde, blue-eyed."

Ava crossed her arms. "No. She's not here."

"Well I saw here a minute ago over there." He pointed and Ava gave him a hard look.

"I said no, Ace. If she did come here then it was for a reason. We're responsible for her now and I'm not going to just hand anyone over to a... Watcher." She spat the last word out and Aliah cringed. He'd have to think of another way. He turned to go, but Ava's hand on his arm stopped him. He pulled away.

"Oh, did I break one of your Laws by touching you? Force you to commit an infraction?"

Aliah ignored the sarcasm. "It's not that." He looked past her at a tall man with dark hair who walked quickly toward them. "I'll go now."

Ava raised a hand and called out, "Hi Kael. I'll be right there. Just tending to someone who was injured in the fire." She put her arm around Aliah's waist and guided him down the muddy road.

"I'm taking you to my father's house. Our nurse will look after you there, then you need to be on your way."

"Why?" Aliah looked down at her and she glanced up, meeting his eyes briefly then looked away.

"Because you can't stay here. I'm responsible for these people and I can't have a Watcher in my Sector. No matter how... different he is."

He cast a sideways glance at her. "No. Why look after my wound at all?"

Her arm tightened slightly around him and she blew out a slow breath of air before answering. "Like I said, I think you're different. And I don't think you're a true Laelite either. Your eyes... you look like you have Conley in your blood."

They reached a large stone house with a red roof and wide brick steps and stopped.

"Call it a hunch or intuition... whatever. I think you don't really know who you are. But when you figure it out the world had better watch out." She winked then patted his chest.

She left him in the care of an older woman, with pure white hair, who waited for him to climb the steps.

When he reached the last step Ava called out to him. "Leave my father alone, Ace. He won't want to see you. I'll come check on you later."

He stepped inside the bright interior plagued with guilt. He shouldn't be here, allowing these people to look after him. Not after what he had done to them.

He shook himself. Guilt could wait. He had come for Shai. And in the meantime, he could get some much needed rest and maybe find out more about what these people knew about the Book.

CHAPTER 35

Shai

Small groups of people come in shifts to eat in one of the few wood buildings left standing. Long tables had been erected down the center aisle for people to sit on both sides. Shai had never seen so many people of different ages. Men with wrinkles around their eyes and long white beards. Children holding hands with woman whose shoulders stooped and lines creased their faces. Infants carried in the arms of women older than Eliana.

Lael didn't have people like these... raisin people, with their creases and wrinkles. She found their faces interesting and had to force herself not to stare.

A hazy thought came to her. One of her Old World thoughts. The wrinkled face of a man with laughing blue eyes.
Grandfather.

She pushed the thought away and focused on the next group coming in.

Shai looked up at each person as they came to get a bowl of hot food. If she'd found her way here then maybe Eliana did too, if she was still alive.

Someone bumped into her and pushed her aside. She clenched her teeth. She hated being crowded and despised being touched even more. It violated her own Rule about personal space. But it was difficult to open the jars of vegetables and fruits she'd brought in, and serve them to people without brushing their hands, or touching their fingertips. Each time she accidentally touched someone she jumped back like her skin was on fire, ignoring their curious stares.

Her palms got slick with sweat when Kael came in with the next group of people. The dark smudges still on his face along with the familiar frown. She ladled some carrots and beats into a bowl and passed them to him. His fingers grazed hers and she flinched. The green of his eyes, a brilliant hue in the light of the afternoon sun shining through the windows. She tried to smile, but his scowl froze it on her face.

He sat with a noisy group of people that looked similar in age. They chatted constantly, looking comical with their smudged faces and brightly-colored clothing streaked with soot.

When Shai handed a bowl to the last person in the group she took a bowl for herself and sat at the end of table near a lady with white hair and pale blue eyes. She left space between her and the old woman, but the lady reached over and patted Shai's arm.

"Thanks for helping us today, dear. You're from Kent right? I can tell by your eyes. I was born there too, but married my Conley man."

Shai smiled at the old woman, but any words stuck in her throat.
Kent?
Was that another Sector? She glanced at the woman's 'Conley man.' Specks of orange peeked out of his long grey beard, the remnants of his lunch, his eyes as bright a green as carrot tops.

Shai looked away and the hair on the back of her neck stood up. She scanned the room. Kael sat at the opposite end of the room staring straight at her. She refused to be the first to look away. She pressed her lips together and tried to make her eyes as hard his. He pushed his bowl away then stormed out of the building.

Ava set a bowl of sliced peaches and cherries on the table in front of Shai and sat across from her. She crossed her arms on the table and rested her chin on them.

"Don't worry about Kael. He doesn't like anyone, not even himself. He's too obsessed with his studies to care about anything else. This fire is just a distraction to him, so that makes him angry. Angrier." She laughed and Shai smiled.

"His studies? What's he studying?"

"Oh, the Coalition, the history of the Division. He says that if the Coalition is ever formed then there will be a great war between the Sectors worse than the original War Between Worlds, and society as we know it will end. He thinks he's some kind of dooms-day prophet or something." Ava rolled her eyes then sat up.  "Oh, forgive me. I guess the Borderless don't talk about those things."

Shai shook her head and held her shaking fingers in her lap. "I... I'm not Borderless, Ava."

Ava reached across the table and took Shai's hand in hers. "I know. But you're not a mindless puppet either."

Shai dropped her eyes and Ava squeezed her hand harder. "Do you know
anything
about the Sectors?"

Shai shook her head unwilling to trust her voice.

"Well I'll tell you about them sometime. But don't listen to Kael. He should've been born in Sector Seven. They're machinists. They provide the Division with metal works and they make weapons. They believe the only way to get things done is by sheer force." She patted Shai's hand then stacked their empty bowls. "I do appreciate the Kent's willpower though." She excused herself to clean up before the next group arrived.

Shai remained sitting, twisting the hem of her dirty tunic in her lap. As much as she didn't want to she had to talk to Kael again to learn more about the Book. She had to know where to find it and what made it so important.