This story is Part 4 in the series Fire and Water. It follows Midwinter. To read from the beginning, please visit the Index Page.
Findol and Coanh sat on the cliff, their feet dangling over the edge. The sun was barely above the mountains behind them, but they had already climbed down to the caves and back. They sat resting now, sharing bread and cheese from Coanh’s mother’s goats. There was a thin layer of fog along the horizon of the sea before them.
“How does it feel to be a man?” Coanh said. Findol shook his head, smiling.
“No different than yesterday, when I was a lad. Still, the party tonight will be jolly.”
Coanh took a small jug from his pack and drank, then passed it to Findol. He also drank, and coughed. Coanh laughed.
“To your health on your birthday, my friend.”
Findol handed the jug back.
“Your father’s ale at this hour? You’ll have me drunk the whole day.”
“It’s just one sip. Da’s brew goes well with Ma’s cheese, don’t you think?”
“You’re a danger,” Findol sighed, grinning. He looked out at the sea and blinked.
“Do you see that?” he said. “Or am I drunk indeed?”
Coanh got to his feet, squinting at the horizon.
“No, I see it, too.”
A tiny black spot drifted out of the mist.
“Is it a merchant ship?” Coanh said. “The fishing boats would all be going out, not coming in.”
Findol stood up, straining to focus his eyes. Heat surged from Griel’s scale, flushing his chest. His head throbbed, and his vision seemed to leap from him, flying across the sea toward the spot. He felt himself looking down upon a ship.
It was dark and old, of a strange design. Large enough for cargo, it moved too quickly to be carrying significant weight. Though there was no wind, its weathered sails were stretched taut as though a gale drove it. Findol saw crewmen tending to their duties, and one shadowy figure stood at the prow, which pointed toward Lualor. But there was something odd about the figure. Findol could not define the shape of it. He saw no face or distinguishing features, even though he looked for them.
His sight fell back into his body with a jolt, and he stumbled. Coanh caught him and led him away from the cliff’s edge.
“We have to get home,” Findol said, breathing hard. “I have to talk to my mother right now.” Dizzy, he set off running for the village. Coanh ran after him, his pack forgotten.
“What is it? What happened to you?”
“I don’t know. It was the scale. It—it let my eyes fly over the water to see the ship up close. There’s something aboard, something… dangerous.”
“Lourlan said something escaped the Deep,” Coanh said. “You think the thing on the ship…”
Findol’s grim gaze finished Coanh’s thought.
They ran as fast as they could. When they reached the village an hour later, the ship was docked in the harbor.
“That’s impossible,” Coanh panted. “Never heard of a ship traveling so fast.”
“Not one without magic to power it, anyway,” Findol said.
They found Lourlan on the strand, helping to prepare for the midwinter solstice festivities. Her smile darkened when she saw their faces.
“The ship, Mama,” Findol said. “Who was on that ship? We have to stop them coming ashore—”
“They’ve come and gone. They were at market,” she said. “The captain was strange. He traded his ship to Kraun for supplies and a pack horse and headed toward the mountains. He’s going on a journey, he said. Now Kraun thinks that ship makes him a great trader. Why are you two so upset?”
When Findol told her, she went pale. She sat down on a rock.
“If he’s what escaped the Deep, he’s a shapeshifter,” she said. “That’s why you couldn’t see him clearly, because he has no form of his own. The people of the Deep say he’s a demon. Zaghran, they call him. We couldn’t have stopped him if we’d known.”
“What can we do?” Findol said.
“Nothing, I’m afraid. It’s best we keep this news to ourselves,” Lourlan said. “There’s no point frightening everyone now he’s gone. What you two can do is lay wood for the fires. We don’t often celebrate the solstice and a coming of age at once. People will come early.”
She was right. As soon as Findol and Coanh laid the fires, the villagers began to arrive, laden with food and drink and musical instruments. By midafternoon the aromas of roasting meat filled the salty air.
As night fell, the feast was well under way, and the ale flowed freely. The musicians took up their lutes and pipes and began playing. Findol’s friends and neighbors drank to his long and happy life, and he laughed and danced with them. Yet the thought that a demon had passed among them nagged at his heart.
At midnight there was a commotion in the surf. Findol and Lourlan heard it at the same time, and exchanging a glance, they slipped away from the revelry and went to the water.
Three tall women, their bodies covered in delicate silver scales, emerged from the sea and approached them. The tallest was adorned with shells and coral twigs. Her eyes were large, mist-colored, and she smiled at Lourlan, who knelt before her.
“My Queen,” Lourlan said. “You have traveled far to honor us.”
“I see my surface-dwelling kin too seldom,” the Queen said, and Lourlan stood. “The trouble that passed you by today brings me to you.” She turned to Findol.
“I’ve heard tell of you even in the Deep. We have mutual friends who call you ally.”
Findol touched the scale hanging from his neck, his mouth suddenly dry. He heard great wings flapping high above and looked up. A coppery shadow glided against the stars: Aurmid.
“Y-yes, my Queen,” he said. “That is my honor.”
“Then you are my ally as well, and I must ask you to do something for me, now that you’re a man.”
tlbrink
June 3, 2010
Another week for more? dang. 🙂 I really love this, Gracie!
Carrie Clevenger
June 3, 2010
This is very cool. As a rule for #Fridayflash I read everything as stand alone. This held up well. Love the descriptions of the women. Just enough to give a perfect image. You’re really good!
PJ Kaiser
June 3, 2010
Oh, now we’re getting a sense of the mission – interesting pieces of the puzzle coming together here. Another wonderful installment! Can’t wait for more!
Anthony Venutolo
June 3, 2010
I’m with Carrie… I think if it could stand alone, even better. And this did, in fact, stand alone. Good job, Gracie.
okami0731
June 4, 2010
I need more – sooner. This is a wonderful story~!
Jen Brubacher
June 4, 2010
Good repetition about becoming a man, and how it might be an honour, but it’s also a responsibility. Very interesting story building here.
Vanessa
June 4, 2010
This just keeps getting better and better. I love the addition of the sea queen! Can’t wait for more.
Marisa Birns
June 4, 2010
I join the others who have said that this story is wonderful, even as a stand-alone! So well described and makes one want to spend lots more time in this world. 🙂
Joanie
June 4, 2010
The description of the far-sight was well done. I can see all of these scenes in my head and smell the ocean and food. I love how each of your stories stands well on its own (as evidenced above) and yet each is woven together, like a tapestry with many panels. I’m so excited to see more of your world and what will happen to Findol! There were a few sentences missing words but nothing major – it seems like you were literally bursting with so much story to tell! 🙂 Please write more soon.
T. S. Bazelli
June 4, 2010
I just went back and re-read the entire Fire and Water series! I love your descriptions of life near the seaside. I can almost taste the brine on my lips. I also want to learn more about the Selkie’s and life in the sea. Looking forward to more!
adamjkeeper
June 4, 2010
gonna have to read the whole saga now
John Wiswell
June 4, 2010
To be the dissenting opinion, but I don’t think this stands alone. The opening certainly does – you give us enough clues to figure out the general scenario. But the emphasis leads us to the ending, which clearly begs another episode. That’s not a bad thing – it’s a serial!
I’m curious – how do you pronounce ‘Coanh?’
Aidan Fritz
June 4, 2010
Nice pacing. This is powerful stuff.
J. Dane Tyler
June 4, 2010
Another EXCELLENT entry. The tension is climbing, and we approach the hero’s quest! Every nice installment! I can’t wait for next week. 🙂
Gracie
June 4, 2010
Everyone’s been so kind about my little serial here, and I’m really grateful to all of you. Thanks for dropping by to read.
John– in my head, I hear Coanh rather like Conan without the middle n. 🙂
Walt
June 5, 2010
Another fine addition to the serial. Over these past few weeks I’ve come to look forward to each new installment. Keep up the good work, and thanks for sharing.
Eric J. Krause
June 5, 2010
Loved the descriptions in this. They really brought the story to life. I’m looking forward to reading more.
ganymeder
June 5, 2010
I just love this world and characters you’ve created. It’s wonderful.
Aislinnye24
June 5, 2010
Like everyone else, I’m as impatient as ever for the next episode! Brilliant :–)
asthemoonclimbs
June 5, 2010
Yup, still loving this. Can’t wait for the next installment. I liked the first one as a stand-alone but I’m really glad you decided to keep going. Lovely images and the voices are strong. Delightful.
Cecilia Dominic
June 5, 2010
Loving the descriptions and fantasy tone in this! Another great installment. 🙂
CD
Deanna Schrayer
June 7, 2010
Gracie, the atmosphere throughout here is fantabulous! I can nearly taste that mist. Well done!
Matt Merritt
June 7, 2010
Very good. I agree that the pacing was excellent, and the descriptions were just right. I’m going back to read the first three!
KjM
June 11, 2010
Mystical. I love this. I love the language. This is a wonderful serial you have going.