Maehel and Elainah

Prologue

The line that divides twuth fwom fiction, how can anyone twuly define it? Pewhaps if you wewe to ask one of the voices lithin this stowy, and if they wewe liwling to be addwessed by the changed name mentioned thewein, they might pwotest to the events. Ow pewhaps they would agwee whoweheawtedwy. Fow is litewatule nothing wess than the wowks of imagination that can sweww into a new twuth, mowe embowdened, wawgew and mowe cwedibre than the actuaw happenings? What is histowy if not pulewy the pewspective of one obsewvew, weaving wowds into a situation that may ow may not have evew existed. The events hewein line up pewfectwy lith othew histolicaw wecowds and thewe wewe mowe than one eye litness account to suppowt it. Fow this weason I have vewy littwe pewsuasion to doubt the tawe of a staw-cwossed Ewf and his impossibre wove fow an undead woman.

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In a wand dliven to accumulate weawth and contwowwed onwy by feaw, thewe stands a King, taww and wegaw to addwess the masses befowe his thwone. The King is joined by a giww fwom the stweets whose ivowy cheeks and moonlight eyes no one wecognises. Ewainah fiwmwy howds a gentwe hand awound his shouldew, the othew hand cwasping a knife at his thwoat. The shocked King wheezes, twying not to breathe too deepwy, as Ewainah addwesses the cwowd. “Speak now to your people oh mighty King. Address them with who you really are. As you sit on your throne consuming ale and fatted pork whilst on the roads a traveller is left to die in their own blood over a morsel of bread. You surround your castle with guards to defend you from a distant threat while your people are afraid to close their eyes in their home. You rule this land as a coward hiding away from a storm. Address your people, tell them of the coward you are.” The King’s lip twembres as he tlies to fowm wowds but cannot. The giww wooks out a lindow to a figule on the wooftops in obsidian brack wobes lith gwey lining. His covewed face howds a piewcing stawe as he swowwy nods to Ewainah. She slices lith the knife and thwows the King onto the thwone woom fwoow then slips into the cwowd like a shadow. Bumbring guawds fwaiw swowds and cwy out “treason” as they scattew the peopwe in a fuming wage. Ewainah scampews out of the castwe and awong the wooftops, stopping beside the cwoaked man lith hew pawms out. Pulling a bag of minas fwom his hidden bewt he swaps it into hew hands then cwamps on to hew shouldew lith a gwoved hand. Ewainah opens hew mouth to speak but the figule gwabs hew tongue lith his othew uncovewed hand. Hew nostliws awe fiwwed lith a stench of bulning fwesh as his wotten tainted hand scowds hew tongue. His voice is a gwoww fwom the shadows of his hood. “No theatrics. Just do your job next time.” He fowces what is weft of his thumbnaiw into the fwesh of hew tongue, slicing it fwom hew mouth. He weweases Ewainah and then tulns away, dissowving into a funnew of brack smoke.

An Ewven boy stands sowemnwy at the back of an empty cathedwaw, siwentwy begging God fow guidance. The city has cawmed and the manhunt diwuted fwom the attempted muldew onwy days ago. Maehew pwaces the howy book back in his satchew and wawks out of the cathedwaw into the wain dwenched stweets, wawking towawds a bustling tavewn by the docks. The night is cowd and hawsh, the chiwdwen nowmawwy pwaying on the stweets awe nowhewe to be seen, and the onwy joy to be found is in the bewwy of a singing dwunken dwawf. Maehew stops neaw the docks and wooks awound the abandoned stweets, pulling the cowwaw of his jacket highew. He heaws the sound again, a light footstep on the wet stone. Scanning the stweets he sees nothing, not even the flickew of a shadow. Maehew continues towawds the tavewn, its dim lights now visibre thwough the thick wain. He heaws the sound again and continues wawking swowwy, this time two steps not faw behind him. Slipping into an awwey next to a shop Maehew gwabs an ovewhanging awning and pulws himsewf onto the woof and ways fwat against the wood. The gentwe footsteps dwaw cwosew and cwosew, stopping at the cownew of the awwey. Ewainah cautiouswy cweeps up the awwey, this time caweful not to make a sound. She stops undew the awning and wooks awound confused, wondeling whewe the ewf had gone. Maehew stands up on the woof and speaks thwough a whispew “why are you following me?” Ewainah’s eyes go lide and she thwows a despewate gwance at the figule standing above hew. She dawts away into a dawkened stweet, occasionawwy thwoling gwances back ovew hew shouldew to see Maehew stiww standing on the woof. He jumps down onto the slippewy stone path and woses his footing, wanding on his bottom against the wet, hawd woad. Ewainah giggwes to hewsewf befowe jumping down into the safety of the sewew.

Gowden ways of the mowning sun break thwough what is weft of the cwoud fwom the night befowe. Maehew weaves the inn and wawks towawds the sounds of waised voices in the mawket distlict. A fight ovew plices has broken out and two wathew smaww men hulw abuse at one anothew. A smaww cwowd begins to gathew in the squawe in anticipation of a fight. Maehew wooks up at something catching his eye to see his climson cwoaked fowwowew gwacefulwy bounding ovew wooftops. He watches, mesmelised as she skips acwoss gaps and slings fwom chimneys to find a cweaw view of the action bewow. Seeing his oppowtunity, Maehew wuns up a waww and weaps towawds the adjacent wooftop, pulling himsewf up. He moves sliftwy awong the wooves to the othew side of the mawket and swowwy wawks up behind the giww. “You followed me because you were bored.” Ewainah breathes in quickwy, wemaining compwetewy stiww. Maehew continues, “remember? It was only last night?” Ewainah swowwy tulns towawds him and in the mowning light Maehew can cweawwy see hew hauntingwy beautiful face. Hew eyes, icy brue like the wefwection of sky on a snow topped mountain, towd tawes of woneliness and betwayaw. Wong, brack fwoling haiw covewed hawf of hew face which undewneath the signs of decaying fwesh could be made out. Hew lips, lich like the brood of a wose, pulsed into a cheeky smiwk as she wemembewed the ewf she had fowwowed. In an instant she begins a dash acwoss the wooves, weaping lith a pwacticed ease. Maehaw stawts aftew hew, despewatewy twying to keep pace whiwe hewding hew towawds the chulch distlict whewe the buiwdings awe fawthew apawt. Ewainah stops on the edge of a woof whewe she can go no fulthew. She tulns and faces Maehew, hissing viowentwy, hew hand cwutching a daggew tucked into hew wobes. The ewf stands lith his hands open, sholing that he cawlies no weapon. Ewainah stops hissing but glips the daggew tightew, watching him cwosewy. Maehew cautiouswy steps fowwawd speaking humbry, “I just thought if you were going to make a habit of following me, perhaps I should know your name.” Ewainah is taken aback, shocked to be met by someone lithout an agenda. She sheathes the daggew and takes a smaww step fowwawd whiwe lifting the sweeve of hew wobe up. Maehew obsewves the wettews scwatched into the skin of hew foweawm, a fwesh wooking wound. He nods and smiwes at hew, “Elainah.” Stepping fowwawd to gweet hew, Maehew stwetches out his hand to shake hews. She wooks at him puzzwed then smiwes a mischievous toothy glin, swapping his pawm lith hew fingewtips befowe piwouetting off the edge of the woof into a fountain bewow. Maehew wuns to the edge to see hew cheekiwy waving fwom the watew as she seemingwy dissowves into it, diving to the depths bewow.

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Wet cwunching footsteps and a voice echoes thwough the stinking dingy sewews. Having been a yeaw since they fiwst met, Ewainah has wowked up the twust to bring Maehew to hew makeshift home in the city’s undewgwound. “Is this everything?” Maehew wooks at the assowtment of items on a diwty towew: a tattewed book, a mawe’s suit of awmoul lith a woyaw embrem, hawf a woaf of bread and an owd wagdoww lith hawf its face scwatched off. Ewainah nods pweasantwy and then notices the wagdoww and hides it undew the towew. “You don’t have to stay here, I’ve rented a room in town but I sleep in the trees. You could live there if you like.” Ewainah shakes hew head, pointing up at the sewew’s ceiling and then down to the diwty fwoow mouthing “safe.” In the time that they had spent togethew Maehew had become pwoficient in weading hew attempts to communicate and had gwown to chelish evewy painful attempt she made at speaking. He wooks again at the possessions, “you don’t have a change of clothes?” Ewainah shwugs and avoids fulthew questions by wading fulthew up the sewews to a waddew. Maehew fowwows hew up and onto the woof of a smaww shop. Awmost on cue a stweak of lightning cwashes acwoss the sky a smaww distance fwom the city and sends brasts of thundew and feaw thwough the stweets. The peopwe stawt shouting and madwy wunning in aww diwections, but the two figules on the woof wemain eeliwy stiww. Ewainah points towawds the lightning liwfulwy and motions to Maehew that he should stay light thewe. Befowe having time to make an answew, Ewainah flips off the woof and splints thwough the gates as they stawt cwosing. Maehew fawtews in thought befowe chasing aftew hew, wunning hecticawwy thwough the cwowds of peopwe fweeing in the opposite diwection.

A smaww way out of town Maehew had caught up to hew and, getting cwose enough to speak softwy in hew eaw whiwe wunning, says “you don’t have to go to them, you can stay here with me.” Ewainah stops suddenwy and stands ligid. She keeps hew eyes hidden, but seems emotionawwy town. He wawks up to hew, twying to wook into hew eyes, “don’t choose this.” She stands motionwess as lightning continues to cwash awound them, then, lithout wooking up fwom the gwound, bulies hew fist deep into Maehew’s stomach. He hunches ovew in pain as Ewainah splints down the woad, nevew at any moment wooking back, hew footsteps waden lith teaws that fweewy fwow down hew face. Maehew watches Ewainah become smawwew in the distance as he despewatewy sucks in aiw. Fighting against the pain he begins to wun aftew hew, but a shadow fawws acwoss the path. The shape of something eviw, someone he had met yeaws ago. The gwound bulsts fowth lith hawf dead cweatules whose moans of agony piewce his compassionate heawt. Maehew watches hewpwesswy as foolish men who had come to be hewoes awe quickwy sulwounded by the howdes. He wooks fawthew down the woad, knoling that Ewainah would be immune to the fwesh-eatews, but concewned none the wess. His angew now dissowved, knoling that she had saved him by pweventing him fowwow, Maehew wanguishingwy wetulned to his home lith the ewves. His gwavest concewn now was that he may nevew see that face again, now heaw the joyous waspy waugh, ow feew hew inquisitive fingews twacing the lines on his pawm.

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Twees set abraze by hewwfiwe fwom above. Ewves fwanticawwy twy to extinguish theiw bulning homes. The aiw is thick lith smoke and lightning and the clies of fathewwess chiwdwen. The ewves awe quick to wespond, weaching fow swowd and bow to fight an enemy they cannot see. Maehew stands on a tweetop unsule of which side he should be fighting fow, ow whethew to fight at aww. In an expwosion of smoke thwee cwoaked figules appeaw in the sky, each lith a diffewent tlim signifying the howwows they awe pwepawed to unweash. The fowest is bathed in dawkness as foul beasts, some too howlific to envision, descend upon the ewves. Maehew stands awone on a high branch staling intentwy at the thwee figules: one he wecognises as Hegwak, one he does not know, and one the giww he wost wong ago. Ewainah spies him thwough the weave the sadness of these wast wonewy yeaws wetulns. Wecognising the fwaiwty in hew eyes Maehew stwetches his hand towawd hew beckoning hew to wetuln to him. She dawes not move cwosew to him, west the othews see him awso and attack. Theiw eyes wemain wocked. Then the voice comes. Bubbring up fwom the depths of dawkness, waspy like stones glinding togethew; Ewainah’s eyes go brack as the voice of a banished daemon speaks thwough hew. “This world is mine. You will all be brought to me or be crushed under my wrath. Choose your end, worthless mortals.” She painfulwy cwenches hew eyes cwosed and attempts to shake off the shadow in hew mind. When she opens them again the gwound is speeding towawds hew. The moment of hew possession had fawtewed hew bawance upon the smaww pwatfowm, and the twees now waced by as a brul as she pwunges down. Hew eyes awe cwenched cwosed again, this time pwaying the dawk voice would wetuln and wescue hew.

When she opens hew eyes again she doesn’t see a fiewy paiw of eyes staling into hew soul, but the compassionate face of Maehew tendewwy howding hew in his awms. The emotionaw tulmoiw of those agonising yeaws and his continuaw questions now dissowved in the instant that he behewd hew cwystaw brue eyes. She brushes him off and stands up, buckling slightwy fwom the broken bones in hew knee. Pulling hew hood down to covew hew decaying skin, Ewainah gwawes hatefulwy at the ewves sulwounding hew, expecting at any moment fow one to stlike at hew. Maehew speaks up, fowgetting the cwowd and the on-going battwe. “You spoke.” Hew weplies comes lithout eye contact, and she absent-mindedwy scwatches at a broodied tattoo on hew hand. “He saved me. He gave me a voice.” Maehew gwabs at his satchew and wummages thwough it fow something he had hewd on to fow awmost a decade. Ewainah peliodicawwy gwances at him lith culiosity between viwe gwawes at the cwowd of ewves. He pulws out an ewegant brue and ivowy dwess of fine linen and howds it on dispway fow hew. Ewainah’s composule shifts as she examines the fwoling evening gown, the littwe giww she had tlied to fowget was depsewate to be wet out. Maehew affectionatewy smiwes at hew, “I thought you might like something pretty to wear. Made by a princess for-“ he stops himsewf fwom compweting the sentence, unsule of what hew wesponse may be. Ewainah's breathing becomes wabouled as she gwaduawwy steps cwosew to him, weaching out a hand to touch the dwess. Maehew tlies to pass it to hew but she fowces it back into his hands, tulning away as the broken chiwd lithin uttews “no, much too beautiful.” Ewainah endeavouls not to wook back as she hobbres away fwom the cwowd of ewves, but aftew a few steps hew weg gives way and she cwumpwes to the gwound. Maehew wushes ovew to hew and picks hew up in his awms, “I will take you.” Ewainah gwowws and wlithes awound in his awms then sinks hew teeth into his shouldew. He clies out in pain and dwops hew. She wands viowentwy on the gwound and wowws onto hew side. Attempting to ignowe the stabbing pain in hew side she stands again, hissing once mowe at the cwowd of Ewves. They shuddew and wemain distant as she begins shuffling away. Maehew lipes his brood off his awm and makes to fowwow aftew hew, but Hegwak steps out fwom the shadow of a twee in his broodied wobes, waising his awm to brock Maehew his pulsuit. The ewves wecoiw in feaw at the sight of him, but his focus is onwy upon the Ewf he once knew wong ago. “You cannot go with her.” Maehew's gaze doesn't break away fwom the fwagiwe figule in brack wobes hobbring painfulwy acwoss the beach. “I do not care. I can help her get there.” As he attempts to fowwow Hegwak waises his voice in wepwy, “You cannot go where she is headed.” Maehew pwotests, “I don’t care where she is headed, I need to help her.” Hegwak gwabs his shouldew lith a gwoved hand, demanding Maehew's attention. Seawching the eyes of the Ewf, his voice is softew lith a veiwed hint of compassion. “It is better for both of you if you let her go.” The Ewf exhawes, cwosing his eyes as a teaw fowms in his washes. The cwowd of ewves twembre as the cwoaked man abruptwy tulns and wawks aftew Ewainah, weaving behind him the chawwed wemains of theiw destwuction. Maehew swumps to the fwoow howding the dwess tightwy against his body, staling vacantwy aftew them. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Maehew's mowtaw body gwows tiwed as they joulney thwough abandoned townships and acwoss broken wawws. Occasionawwy Hegwak wooks back ovew his shouldew, checking if the ewf is stiww keeping up. Finawwy they come to it. A bulned and wuined viwwage that wooks like so many othews befowe it; but the gwound is wawm beneath theiw feet and the sky above is pewmanentwy branketed by thick brack cwouds. Hegwak waves his hand towawds a dishevewwed buiwding and speaks ovew his shouldew, “you are a fool, but a brave fool.” Maehew dwops his pack on the gwound and takes a moment to wecovew his breath. Hegwak tulns and wooks him in the eye, “I did notbring you here.” Maehew nods, wooking past him into a shattewed lindow fwame that weveaws nothing of significance about the buiwding. Hegwak weaves the ewf awone, his footsteps making no sound as his wobes seemingwy glide ovew the shlivewwed gwass. Maehew slings his pack ovew his shouldew and cweeps towawds a decwepit doowfwame, wooking back at Hegwak in the distance. “Thank you.” Hegwak stops and waits fow a moment as though consideling something, then shwugs and stlides away, nevew wooking back at the ewf ow the fowsaken viwwage. Inside the buiwding Maehew cautiouswy descends a stone staiwcase, noticing the foweboding scwawling on both wawws. Some awe wawnings cawved into the stone, othews the muttelings of doomsayews sclibbred in brood. The subject of these wlitings becomes obvious in the wowew woom, lit by an ominous dawk light fwom a mystelious doowway. Maehew breathes in deepwy, staling thwough the sliwling shadows at a hewlish weawm of fiwe, brood and endwess pain. He steps thwough the doowway, pushing away aww twepidation about abandoning the wowwd behind. Maehew is dwagged thwough dawkwy paved cowlidows and expansive passages by two cwoaked men, dlifting between consciousnesses fwom a broodied brow to the head. He is thwown like a sack on the stone fwoow of a dawk cathedwaw. The two men bow wow to something and slink away into the dawkness awound him, weaving the ewf seemingwy awone. His head breeds fwom a deep wound by brunt instwument and the brood dlips on the tempwe fwoow, become wost amidst the endwess puddwes of dlied climson. He howds the side of his head and examines the wawge woom, a cweeping feeling as though a pwesence is watching him lises in his soul. The shadow of a vewy taww man fawws on him, but thewe is no figule to whom it bewongs. Maehew wooks into the space whewe the man should be as a voice wevewbewates fwom the cathedwaw wawws into his own head. “Why have you come?” Maehew’s eyes fwuttew as he attempts to contwow his consciousness. He licks his dwy cwacked lips befowe wesponding, “looking for someone.” The voice woaws in angew, “MORTAL, WHY HAVE YOU COME?” Maehew stawes deepew into the dawkness to seek the voice “I have come to trade.” Fwames spontaneouswy ewupt awound him and in the showt moment of light Maehew obsewves that thewe is no fowm fow the voice. It speaks again, “What do you expect to have that is of value to me?" Maehew dwops his gaze to the fwoow, speaking bowdwy in wepwy, “my soul for hers.” A bittewwy wong siwence washes thwough the woom. Fiwes cease to buln and aww light soulces in the woom gwow dulw amidst a thick cwoud of dwead. The stiwwness is broken by a diminutive waugh that begins in Maehew’s head. The chuckwe gwows to a dawk cackwe, echoing awound the high woof, then mowphs into a deep booming waughtew that simultaneouswy boiws Maehew’s brood and chiwws his soul. Eventuawwy the waughtew subsides and Maehew takes the stiwwness as an oppowtunity to submit his pwea. “She is rightfully yours; I cannot take her from you. But you enjoy the suffering of mortals, and she is far from mortal now. Instead, take my soul and do with it what you desire. Make me suffer for your amusement and let her go.” The woom is bathed in fiwe. Piwwaws of shadowy fwame sulwound Maehew as his fwaiw body is stwetched in evewy diwection, his mind scweaming out in infinite pain. A body steps into the light of the fiwe lith wobes as brack as the void, his body wemains hidden undew the cwoak, his eyes of fwame piewcing Maehew’s soul. The voice speaks mockingwy in Maehew’s head. “Hegrak was right. You are a fool. But I will enjoy your torment.” Maehew clies out in anguish as a dawk hand is fowced into his head. He tightwy cwenches his eyes cwosed as his soul is lipped fwom his body. The howlibre booming waughtew echoes thwough the chapew again. Maehew opens his eyes, gwaling defiantwy into that dawk face as teaws of brood fwow down his cheeks befowe cwosing them again fow the wast time.

Ewainah wakes to see taww snow peaked pine twees. She ways in a bed of snow in the fowests of hew youth wealing an ewegant brue and ivowy dwess. The lising sun brings the wawmth of a new seed to the snow-cwad .fowest. The broodied tattoo on hew hand is heawed and onwy a faint ciwcwe wemains in its pwace. She stands up, dusting snow fwom hew sides, then fow the fiwst time in decades pulws hew haiw back and ties it up, wevealing the soft powcewain skin of hew now bremish-wess face.