The Shadow Queen

when she sliced her finger just now. This started when she had worked her hands bloody trying to run from the pain caused by Theran’s words.
    Her blood had smeared on rocks, had mixed with the soil.
    A Queen’s power connecting with the land.
    If they tried to do this without sweat, without toil, they would find nothing worth having.
    “We can’t use Craft,” she said.
    Theran and Gray went back to digging. The ground kept crumbling, so they had to widen the hole. Ranon got the wheelbarrow and another shovel in order to shift the dirt. Other members of the court joined them, along with servants and men from the stables.
    But it was Theran and Gray who dug.
    And it was Theran and Gray who found the old locked chest and dragged it out of the hole.
    One blow of a shovel broke the lock. Theran opened the chest, then sat back on his heels, his face filled with disappointment.
    Cassidy picked up one of the pieces and felt the preservation spells begin to break.
    “Why would anyone go to this much trouble to preserve some pieces of fruit?” Theran said.
    Because they’ll grow, Cassidy thought.
    “Those are honey pears,” Gray said, one hand hovering over the other pieces in the chest.
    “Not like any I’ve seen,” Shira said. “There are a few orchards left on the Shalador reserves, but the trees are dying off, and the fruit is small and hard.”
    What grows from these will have the taste of memories.
    The preservation spell suddenly broke, and the fruit in her hand felt pulpy, already decaying.
    “We have to plant these now,” Cassidy said. “Give them soil, give them care, and new orchards will come from what’s in this chest.”
    “Mother Night,” Gray said as he picked up a handful of soil. “This is perfect.”
    Cassidy looked at Gray. “Hurry. I don’t think there’s much time to get them into soil once the preservation spells break.”
    “Pots,” Gray said. “We’ll start them in pots so we can put them on the terrace, where they’ll be more protected.” He sprang to his feet. “There are pots in the shed.”
    The pear she held turned to lifeless mush.
    Theran stared at it for a moment, then swore and raced to catch up to Gray, followed by Ranon and Shira.
    They each ran back hugging a pot.
    Cassidy stripped off her gloves and dropped the shields around her hands. She needed a connection to the soil and the pears, without barriers.
    “Gray, you and Cassidy should do the planting,” Theran said. “You both seem to have a feel for this.”
    What was in his voice? Cassidy wondered. Annoyance? Bitterness? It would take years for these trees to grow and bear fruit, but wasn’t a living symbol better than a dead one?
    She didn’t ask. Didn’t really care. What mattered was not wasting what someone had gone to great lengths to preserve.
    Gray filled pots with soil as Cassidy held each pear at the right depth, releasing the fruits gently one by one until there was only one left in the chest that hadn’t turned to mush.
    “One more,” she said.
    “No more pots,” Theran said.
    “There has to be something.”
    “We got twelve planted.”
    But there’s still one left.
    She ran to the shed, probably pissing him off because she didn’t take his word for it, but she couldn’t care about that.
    Something, she thought as she searched under the potting bench and then the rest of the shed. Anything.
    The jumble of broken tools in the back left corner looked like it had been rummaged through already, but she pushed things aside for another look.
    And found a pot with some bad chips around the rim.
    Old, she thought as she shifted it to get a better look. And smaller than the others because it was divided into two sections, but still big enough.
    As she picked it up, she felt something give way at the bottom of the pot.
    Damn. If it was broken at the bottom, it wouldn’t be of any use.
    She set it on the potting bench to get a better look at it. Then she just stared.
    The small piece that broke off revealed a compartment under the pot—and the corner of a yellowed piece of paper that had been placed inside.
    Time was running out. She had to get this pot to Gray before the pear decayed. But even though she was certain she would feel foolish about wasting time when she saw what it was, she took those moments needed to pinch the corner of the paper and use Craft to pass the paper through the pot.
    The paper had been folded to fit the compartment and bore the Grayhaven seal. And on the front, in faded ink, was written, “ For the Queen.”
    Cassidy