On the Prowl

beaming.
    “You fell on me,” Heidar said accusingly.
    I blinked at him. He was basically one large bruise, which, thanks to his accelerated healing abilities, had left him with bright orange and lavender splotches all over his body.
    “Sorry.”
    “Don’t you apologize to him! From what I hear, you saved his worthless elf hide.” The older woman lifted my arm for a look. I got a look at her, too, and realized that I’d been a little hasty. Whatever she was, woman didn’t seem to quite fit.
    The head was all right, complete with kind blue eyes, wispy white hair pulled back into a neat chignon and a pair of reading glasses perched on the end of her nose. But the body under the apron didn’t move like a human’s, and the hand she reached out to me with was more like a claw. I looked down and saw three-toed bird feet peeking out from under the flounce on her skirt. I swallowed, and said nothing. Who was I to talk?
    I glanced over at Heidar, who had managed to prop himself up on some pillows. “I thought ‘elf’ was pejorative.”
    He scowled. “It is.”
    “You’ll be fine,” she said kindly, patting my cheek. “Get some rest and don’t let that one make you upset.” She said the last glaring at Heidar, then turned and made a hopping sort of exit. A black feather blew out from beneath her skirts and floated slowly to the floor.
    “Harpy,” Heidar said, before I could ask. He moved around, trying to find some comfortable position, but finally gave up. “I think we need to talk.” I looked at him warily. I wasn’t sure I was ready to talk about what had happened yet. I wasn’t sure I ever would be. “If I am stuck in enemy territory with someone, I would like to at least know who—or what—she is,” he was saying. “You could start by explaining what you did to those guards.”
    “Which guards?” I had a vision of exploding trees and burning silver hair.
    “The ones in the village, shortly after we arrived. I meant to ask you about it before but I…was distracted.”
    I relaxed slightly. Anything that didn’t involve scales claws or fathers, I could handle. “I told you. I’m a projective null.”
    “Nulls block magic. That was not blocking it!”
    “It’s never happened that way before.” I struggled for words that would make sense. “Usually, it just…goes somewhere inside me, like I absorb it somehow, and then it’s gone. I’ve never been able to…redirect it…before.”
    He didn’t look like he believed me. “You used it as a weapon.”
    I started to shrug, but stopped because it hurt. My whole right side felt sore, like I’d swum a marathon using only one arm. “It was considered one, a long time ago. Nulls used to serve as bodyguards to anybody worried about a magical assault. They brought down the wards guarding their enemies’ lands, and some of the strongest stopped entire battles just by walking onto the field. But that was before the Harvesters almost wiped us out.”
    “To make null bombs.”
    “Yeah. In the eyes of most of the supernatural community, I’m not a person, I’m a weapon. And the sooner they drain me into one of their bombs the better.”
    “But your family protected you,” Heidar said, more softly. He seemed to realize he’d hit a nerve.
    “If you call trying to sell me to the Fey protection.”
    “I assumed they did so to keep you away from the Harvesters. If you were part of a powerful Fey family—”
    I laughed, but it sounded bitter. “My welfare was not foremost in Father’s mind.”
    I sat up and found that I could move with no trouble except for a little stiffness. Someone had put me in a white nightgown liberally trimmed with lace—not my style—but I didn’t feel like complaining. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at poor, beat-up Heidar. Normally, I didn’t like talking about my family history, but under the circumstances, I thought it might be relevant.
    “My father was always too ambitious for his own good, especially in politics,” I said, grimacing a little at the understatement. “When he discovered that Jonas Marsden, the mage who headed up the Great Council, was retiring, he decided he would have the top spot himself or die trying.” It ended up the latter, but the prize glittered so brightly that it had blinded him to the risks.
    The Council is the ruling body of the Silver Circle, which controls the actions of the entire western hemisphere’s magical community. Whoever leads it wields more power