Magic Rises

find the man who’d raised him and get all his questions answered. He must’ve thought when they fought, it would be a life-and-death contest between equals. Instead he found a stubborn old man who refused to talk to him. It was a hollow, bitter victory and it ate at him for over a decade. He deserved every second of it.
    Voron was the god of my childhood. He protected me; he taught me; he made any house a home. No matter what hellhole we found ourselves in, I never worried because he was always with me. If any trouble dared to come our way, Voron would cut us out of it. He was my father and my mother. Later I found out that he might not have loved me with that unconditional love all children need, but I decided I didn’t care.
    I stood there, looking at the Golden Fleece, and smelled that unforgettable, harsh odor of death I had smelled over a decade ago. It had hit me the moment I walked through the door of our house, and I knew, I right away knew that Voron was dead. I stood in that doorway, dirty and starved, my knife in my hand, while shards of my shattered world fell down around me, and for the first time in my life I was truly scared. I was alone, afraid, and helpless, too terrified to move, too terrified to breathe because every time I inhaled, I smelled Voron’s death. That was when I finally understood: death is forever. The man who had taught me that lesson sat less than twenty feet away.
    I carefully stomped on that thought before it pulled my sword out for me.
    “Where were you?” Hugh asked.
    I kept the memories out of my voice. “In the woods. He’d dropped me off in the wilderness three days before.”
    “Canteen and a knife?” Hugh asked.
    “Mm-hm.” Canteen and a knife. Voron would drive me off into the woods, hand me a canteen and a knife, and wait for me to make my way home. Sometimes it took days. Sometimes weeks, but I always survived.
    “He left me in the Nevada desert once,” Hugh said. “I was rationing water like it was gold, and then there was a flash flood during the night. It washed me off the side of the hill and into the ravine. I almost drowned. The canteen saved me—there was enough air in it to hold me over when I went under the water. So I crawl out of the desert, half-dead, and he looks at me and says, ‘Follow.’ And then the bastard gets into his truck and rides off. I had to run seven miles to town. If I could’ve lifted my arms, I would’ve strangled him.”
    I knew the feeling. I’d plotted Voron’s death before, but I also loved him. As long as he was alive, the world had an axis and wouldn’t spin out of control, and then he died and it did. I wondered if Hugh had loved him in his own way. He must have. Only love can turn into that much frustration. Still didn’t explain why he was in a sharing mood.
    “I found his body.”
    “I’m sorry,” Hugh said. Either he was a spectacular actor or this was genuine regret. Probably both.
    Screw it. “You should be. You ended my childhood.”
    “Was it a good childhood?”
    “Does it matter? It was the only one I had, and he was the only father I ever knew.”
    Hugh rubbed his face. Voron was the only father he knew as well, and he’d left Hugh to rescue my mother and me. I suppose in a strange way that made us even.
    “Did he ever tell you why?” Hugh asked.
    “Why what?”
    “The man I knew had a steel core. He would never have betrayed the man he’d sworn to protect. The Voron I knew wouldn’t steal his master’s wife and their child and run away with them. He wasn’t a traitor.”
    “You really don’t know?”
    “No.”
    It had to be a lie. Roland would’ve told him. “Why don’t you ask him ?”
    “Because it hurts Roland.”
    Let’s poke a wasp’s nest with a stick and see what comes out. “Afraid your commander and chief will do away with you?”
    Hugh leaned forward. “No. I don’t want to cause him more pain.”
    Was that genuine or was he playing me? Fine. Let’s play, Hugh.
    I came closer and sat sideways in the smaller throne, my back against the armrest. “How much do you know about my mother’s magic?”
    “Not much,” Hugh said. “Roland was unpredictable when it came to Kalina. We all maintained some distance.”
    Funny how he kept calling my father Roland. He knew his real name, but he wasn’t sure if I did, so he was being careful.
    “She was a really powerful enchantress in the classic sense of the word. Power of love and suggestion. If she wanted you to love