Victor of Tucson

Book 7: Chapter 16: Progress

Victor sat on the supple leather couch, looking through the enormous windows at the park and the city beyond it. Rather than a medieval magical world, he felt like he was looking out at a futuristic New York or Parishe really had no clue, having never been to a big city on Earth. It was hard not to feel relaxed with that view in the comfort of his hotel room, but he managed. He was tense and annoyed and feeling like everything was too damn complicated.

When hed gone from Fanwath to the city of Coloss, hed been irritated to find that people there were generally a lot more powerful than those on Fanwath. Hed been expecting something similar when they traveled to Sojourn, but not on this scale. There were times hed been talking to people on FanwathBorrius, Rellia, even the folks at First Landingand while he spoke about being prepared and growing in power, hed often wondered, quietly, why someone truly mighty, someone like Tes but opposite in temperament, wouldnt come to Fanwath and take the place over. Being here, walking around in the thick Energy, slinking through the shadows cast by the god-like powers up above, he realized that Fanwath wasnt worth noticing for these people.

Do you want to talk about it?

Victor looked up to see Valla stepping out of the bedroom. Shed been hanging some clothes in the wardrobe, something he didnt understand. He was fine keeping his things in his storage ring, but he supposed Valla liked to visualize her outfits. Hmm?

Are you ready to talk about your mood? Youve been . . . short with people. She walked closer to the couch, pausing to look out the window while he considered his answer.

I just hate feeling so small, I guess.

She looked at him and frowned, making an expression that was half irritated and half sympathetic. Firstly, love, if thats truly bothering you, then you need to take a step back and put yourself in everyone elses shoes. Secondly, thats not it. Youve been distant since we beat the invasion, distant with me, and short with everyone else. You have bouts of good humor, but theres more bothering you, and its only going to fester until you confront it.

I dont know what you want to hear. Im worried about Edeya. Im stressed having so many dangerous . . . beings, I guess, around us.

Valla shook her head, sighing, then walked around behind the couch. He could hear her steps as she continued toward the door. Im going to get that guidebook thing from Darren. We need to figure out where to ask for help with Edeya.

Want me to come with you?

No. Be back soon. With that, she stepped through the door, and he heard it click shut. Victor felt his irritation start to steep into something more like anger and clenched his fists, sitting there alone, feeling stupid and childish. Something in him wouldnt allow him to take all the blame, though. Was it his fault he felt stressed? He hadnt exactly been mean to anyone, had he? Hadnt he even told Darren to relax and stop sucking up? What was he supposed to do, kiss everyones ass? Was Valla right about him being distant since the volcano? Again, what was he supposed to do about that? Forget about all the good people whod died? Forget about Sarl?

Victor found he was clenching his teeth, his jaw bulging from the pressure, and forced himself to physically relax by taking a deep, slow breath through his nose. He stood and paced before the window. Even at his full, natural size, it took him five steps to traverse its length, and a part of him was impressed with the weird spatial magic that allowed the massive windows on the interior of the building while making them a tenth the size on the exterior. The thought didnt last long, though, in the storm of emotions raging in his mind. Looking deep, where he hated to gaze, he knew it was more than stress, anger, sadness, or disappointment that was messing with his mind; it was shame.

He'd put on a brave face and accepted everyones insistence that it wasnt his fault that so many had died when Hector had sprung his trap, but what it boiled down to was that he didnt believe the platitudes. He didnt believe that Kethelket wasnt upset with him, not after losing nearly a third of all his people. When hed joined the campaign, hed brought more than three hundred Naghelli. Now, he was settling the lands theyd earned with something like a hundred and eighty. Even if Victor put that aside, how could he ever be okay knowing that more than seven hundred members of the ninth and the reserve cohort had died in that attack?

People said things like, If not for you, more would have died during the campaign, but the words didnt help. To him, Edeya had become the symbol of his failures. She was a constant reminder of what had gone wrong that night, and the sadness lurking in Lams eyes only compounded that feeling. Lam put on a brave face and tried to keep hopeful about a solution, but Victor wasnt so sure. Catalina was cruel, sadistic even, and he didnt doubt that the part of Edeya shed taken wasnt being treated well. He wasnt sure what a Death Caster would do with someones spirit, but he knew it wouldnt be pretty. Even if they made her whole again, would she ever be the same?

His stewing was interrupted when the door opened, and Valla walked in carrying the glass tablet. She held it aloft and said, A different person was working at the desk, a strange metallic being with four arms. I couldnt tell if it was a man or a woman or something else. Anyway, they were very kind, and when they heard me speaking to Lesh and Darren, they offered to send a runner back to the World Hall, as they called the place where we arrived, and fetch us another one of these. Lesh paid for it and said hed wait for the replacement.

Thats cool. Victor sighed, shaking his head. Listen, I know Im not a great communicator. I dont know how to voice all the shit going on in my head, but I want you to know Im sorry if Im making you miserable.

Valla, too, sighed, and she walked toward him, pulling her wings close with an almost metallic rustle. Come here. She opened her arms, but Victor didnt move. He wasnt feeling right, and receiving more comfort or kindness from someone wasnt what he was looking for; it wasnt what he deserved. That didnt deter Valla, though, and she continued toward him. When she stepped around the couch into the bright sun shining through the window, the light in her eyes was mesmerizing, and Victor almost didnt realize it when she took his hands in hers, looking up at him. I noticed youre not reducing your size here.

I . . .

You want to put more distance between yourself and us. She didnt ask; it was clear she thought she was right, and she might be. It was easier to stand high above Lam and Edeya. It was easier to avoid looking into peoples eyes. I know the source of your pain, and I know people have tried words to make you feel differently. Maybe you should try some words. Put to voice whats haunting you.

Whats haunting me? A thousand ghosts! Victor snapped, jerking free of her grasp and turning back to the window. A thousand people who died because I was a prideful idiot. Because I let that . . . He trailed off, not wanting to start throwing out curses and invectives he might come to regret.

You let her play upon your pride? You took some bait and, with every good intention, attempted something perilous? How many others could say the same? How many of us wouldnt put ourselves at risk if we thought it would save the lives of others? You made a bad decision, but you made it for the right reasons.

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Valla! The Naghelli are practically gone!

Would it be better if youd never killed Belikot? Would they be better off?

Victor turned to the glass, refusing to meet her gaze, and pressed his forehead against the cool surface. So, if I do something good, it excuses hundreds of deaths?

Get over yourself, Victor! Valla snapped, apparently tired of coddling him. When he turned, eyes wide, surprised at the outburst, she continued, How are you so certain no one would have died if youd been there? Most of the deaths occurred when Hector descended with that bone dragon! What if youd run off like me and Kethelket, pursuing and slaughtering the ghouls? He still would have landed on that wall. He still would have run amok among the troops while you fought your way to him. Should Kethelket and I carry the burden of those deaths because we didnt stand back with the soldiers? Now, tell me, if youd pursued him up that mountain but hadnt had the breakthrough you were forced to make while trapped, do you think you would have beaten him so cleanly up in that volcano? Keep in mind that his veil star would have still been there. Keep in mind that the volcano wouldnt have awakened. Stop moping and grousing about what could have been when youve got so much to be thankful for! We won! We destroyed a vast army of undead and drove the invaders from Fanwath, and that was largely due to your heroics!

I . . . Victor stopped, mouth hanging open, unable to formulate a coherent string of words. Hed rarely heard Valla speak so much at once and never with such ferocity. She glared at him for a handful of seconds, then turned and walked to the couch. She sat and began tapping her fingers on the tablet, scowling. Victor turned back to the window, staring out at the crystal city center in the distance, and, for the first time, he appreciated the beauty of it. For the first time, he didnt think about the beings walking the heights, wondering about their intentions. Its beautiful, he said, voicing his thoughts. contemporary romance

Valla didnt reply, so he turned to her and watched her eyes scanning the tablet. Her eyebrows were drawn down in a scowl, and he wondered what it must have taken for her to yell at him like that. Had he really been so wrong? He moved over to the couch, casting Alter Self, reducing his size to something more on her level. When he sat, he was sure to leave some space between them. He watched her scanning through the guidebook information, pointedly ignoring him, and after a few minutes, he said, Youre right. Her finger paused for a moment, then went back to scrolling through the information. You know, youre a lot older than I am. Its not really my fault that I dont see things as clearly as you do . . .

What? She whirled on him, dropping the tablet to the carpet. Did you just say Im old?

Victor grinned, leaning back as though taunting her, daring her to do something. I mean, Im just stating the facts . . . She leaped on him, hands going for his throat, her wings spreading wide. Victor laughed and fell back, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her close. Her feigned chokes became caresses, became kisses, and then it was only a matter of time before they were pulling each others clothes off and, in the shadow of the glittering, rainbow-lit city, they made love, or, more aptly, had sexwild, pent-up sex that left them both sweaty and drained and, at least in Victors case, much clearer of mind.

Later that afternoon, after theyd cleaned up, Lam came to their suite with Edeya in tow. While she and Valla sat talking, Victor perused the guidebook. It didnt take long to find a listing of Sojourn-sanctioned businesses, and among them, subheadings for practitioners of spirit and portal magic, among other promising categories. When he saw that, he looked up, tuning in for the first time to the conversation taking place.

. . . think its kind of endearing. He could have become bitter or vengeful, but hes accepted his failure and chosen to better himself. In fact, I was the one who convinced Victor to bring him.

Thats all well and good, but are we sure Lesh is the right one to mentor him? What do we even know about that mans culture?

Uh, sorry to interrupt, ladies, but I think I have a lead here. This guidebook has listings for different kinds of businesses and dozens of spirit and portal experts. I figure if someone cant help Edeya here, maybe someone can help us find a way to get to Dark Ember. Or at least to send me. If I can get my hands on that bi . . .

Woah, Lam said, laughing. The genuine humor in the sound and the light in her eyes reminded Victor of what an idiot hed been earlier. She might be upset about Edeya, but there was great hope there, enough to let her enjoy the moment. And why shouldnt she be hopeful? While Edeya had life, there was a chance shed recover. There was so much in this universe he didnt understand, so much power he couldnt fathom. Who was he to decide something was hopeless? Those beings whod inspired dread in him as he walked beneath those crystal towers were just as worthy of inspiring hope.

Right. One step at a time. Do you guys want to go see one before it gets dark?

Valla smiled. This is a city, Victor. Darkness doesnt mean businesses close . . .

Right, well, dark was the wrong word. I meant late. Businesses do close, you know.

Im up for it, Lam said, illustrating her words by standing.

When Valla nodded, Victor said, Lets pick a place first. I say we should visit a spirit practitioner first. It would be good to have another opinion about whats going on with Edeya, and I wouldnt mind asking about, shit, I dont know, an instructor? What do you call it when you want to learn more about your magic?

A teacher, or master, or mentor, or . . . Lam looked like she meant to continue listing synonyms, so Victor held up his hand for mercy, laughing.

Right, right, you know what I mean. Here are some of the names. He read from the list: Vyrts Wonders of the Soul, The Love Loom, Empathy Echoes, Hopes Horizon, Chamber of Remorse, Harmonys Haven, Ether Echoes, Celestines Crystal Gaze . . . Victor trailed off, frowning.

Is that all of them? Lam prodded.

No, theres about forty more, but I was just thinking that these names dont say a lot. We might as well just pick one, and if they cant help us, we can ask whoever runs that shop for advice on where to go next.

Well, Im partial to the, uh, hope one, Valla said, gesturing to her sword, Midnight Hope, leaning in her scabbard against the wall beside Lifedrinker.

Right. Victor grinned. Hopes Horizon, it is. He and Valla gathered up their weapons, and then, with Lam holding Edeyas hand, they walked through the long hallway to the magical stairway. When they approached it, a thought occurred to Victor, Hey, how does Edeya use the stairs? Dont you have to think of your destination?

Lam shrugged. I just hold her hand, and she moves with me.

Well, thats good. I guess if nothing else worked, I could carry her . . .

Not necessary, Lam laughed.

The map made it easy to navigate the city; it was like having GPS on your phone back on Earth. Victor led the way, but the sidewalks were wide, the denizens of the city were pleasant, and they didnt encounter any trouble as they made the short walk to the address in the guidebook. Their route took them back toward the citys center, but they stopped well short of the first crystal tower, finding Hopes Horizon to be a small shopfront on the side of a large building occupied mainly by a huge bookstore.

Oh! Valla said, grabbing Victors wrist. Can we go into the bookstore when were done in there?

Yeah, for sure. Victor glanced at Lam, That all right with you?

She nodded, smiling at Vallas excitement. I love books.

Never saw you reading back in the mine . . .

Spent a lot of time watching me in my private quarters, did you? Lam gave his shoulder a bit of a shove.

See? Thats what happens when I walk around all tiny like this; people think they can shove me around.

Tiny? Lam scoffed. None of us are tiny. It was true; even if he reduced his height to be similar to Valla's, the three of them were all seven feet tall or more. Victor shrugged, then approached the business door. The bright yellow sun was dipping toward the horizon, providing a breathtaking sunset that filled the western sky with deep shades of red, magenta, and purple while darkening the rest of the atmosphere, allowing the already visible stars to shine more brightly in the blackness. Hed nearly walked into traffic twice, trying to stare up into that expanse as they traversed the city. With that in mind, he worried they were too late as he pulled on the door handle. It opened easily, putting his fears to rest, and they stepped inside.

Victor found himself in a small, comfortable-looking shop with couches on the right-hand side, a counter on the left, and rows of trinkets and potion bottles on shelves behind it. A man with long, wavy pink hair, massive, pointy gray ears, and golden eyes that reminded Victor of a cat looked up from the counter. His eyes narrowed with interest. Welcome in. Hurry now, dont let all the warm air out. Ah, ah, I see a bright spirit Core among you, and . . . whats this? This poor girls spirit is fragmented. Come, come, sit down. Let me have a better look.