The Weight of Blood (Half-Orcs Book 1) (8 page)

“What happened to him?”

His burning eyes held no kindness when the man in black spoke.

“Xelrak failed. Despite all the power I granted him, he failed. He tried to destroy the Council of Mages, but they destroyed him instead.” Velixar gave a greedy look at Qurrah. “He was but a starving boy when I found him. I gave him a name and lent him my power. It is how I have survived all these centuries. I do not risk my own life, choosing instead to givemy power to others. I am the hilt, and my apprentice is the blade. But you…”

Again that greedy look.

“You are extraordinary. I do not have to give you unearned power. I must simply guide and instruct.” Velixar stood, and when his power flared, Qurrah fell to his knees and worshipped his new master. “You are what I have searched for all these years. You and I will destroy this world side by side. We will lay waste to all life and put absolute order upon every last soul.”

“Teach me,” Qurrah said, his mouth buried into the dirt. “Show me the power I have sought for so very long.”

Velixar looked down at his thin, ragged apprentice. “Rise. Let us begin.”

Velixar taught until the stars retreated from the obnoxious sun. Qurrah returned home, his eyes sagging and his mind exhausted. When he climbed into bed, he fell asleep instantly. Not long after, Harruq rose, took his swords, and left for his own meeting.

“Y
ou’re late,” Aurelia said, stepping out from behind a tree. Harruq shrugged and held out two branches he had whittled into crude imitations of swords.

“Had to make something for me to spar you with,” he said.

“Those sticks are unnecessary,” Aurelia said as she took up her staff, the tiniest hint of a smile curling on her lips. “Draw your swords.”

“Are you sure?” Harruq asked, raising an eyebrow and gesturing to her completely unarmored figure. “I’ll only end up hurting you.”

“You won’t,” she said. “Here. Strike me with your blade.”

The half-orc’s jaw dropped a little. “You’ve lost your mind?”

“I said hit me, orc!” Aurelia shouted.

Harruq snarled, and out came his weapons. He swung for her face, turning the blade at the last moment so the flat side struck her. The sword smacked off Aurelia’s cheek as if she were made of stone. The clear noise rang throughout the forest.

“What the abyss was that?” Harruq asked.

Aurelia laughed. “I’ve cast an enchantment that protects me from your blades.”

Harruq looked at his weapons and then shrugged. “Interesting. Do I get one too?”

In answer, Aurelia smacked her staff against Harruq’s shin. The half-orc roared in pain as he hopped up and down on one foot.

“Damn it!” he shouted. “What was that for?”

“Hitting you is my reward for doing well,” she said. “Consider it my way of making sure you don’t go easy on me. So are you ready to begin?”

Harruq mumbled something obscene. He nodded, swinging in a low chop. As his sword struck her staff, the sparring began.

Aurelia was familiar with her staff, the wood comfortable in her grip. She had no sense of tactic, though, and all it took was a quick feint or two before she left herself horribly open.

Harruq used only one sword, running it in slow circles, stabs, and the occasional feint. He enjoyed the steady workout but savored even more watching Aurelia move gracefully through the air. Whenever his eyes lingered too long, however, he’d feel the sharp sting of Aurelia’s staff against his arms or chest.

When they finished, Harruq slumped onto his rear and rubbed his bruises.

“I shouldn’t be able to hit you,” Aurelia said as she sat across from him, her legs tucked underneath her.

“Yeah, so?” Harruq asked.

“So tomorrow don’t let me hit you,” she said.

The half-orc mumbled and rolled his eyes. Aurelia leaned back against a tree, her eyes studying him. Her look gave him shivers, both good and bad.

“Tell me about yourself,” she said. Harruq raised an eyebrow. “Your childhood. Your likes. Your life.”

“For what reason?” he asked.

“I heard those men. I saved you from the gallows. I would prefer to know more about the life I spared.”

Harruq leaned his head on his fist and stared at the grass, growing increasingly uncomfortable. “I don’t know. Not too much to tell really. My brother and I grew up in Veldaren, and about three months ago the king kicked out all elves. Believe it or not, that included us.”

Aurelia grabbed his sleeve to halt him. “First, who is your brother? Second, since when are you elvish?”

The half-orc chuckled, but still kept his eyes downward. “Our mum was an orc. Dad was an elf. Never met dad, and mum sold Qurrah and me when we were both little. I ran away and lived on the streets of Veldaren. Found Qurrah about a year or two later, hiding in the streets after he escaped his master. My brother, well…”

She watched as Harruq struggled through some sort of internal debate. His brown eyes finally rose to meet hers.

“Qurrah’s like you, but not. You can cast magic right?” Aurelia nodded. “Well, he can too. But he… he’s different. When we were kids, he found a little mouse. It was dead as dead can be. He closed his hands around it, just like this, and then whispered some words he learned from secretly watching Master.”

“Master?” Aurelia asked, interrupting him again.

“Yeah,” Harruq said, frowning. “My brother didn’t have too much fun before I found him. We were both sold, but I escaped. Qurrah, though, he was sold to Master...forget it, that’s for another time. All that matters is that he learned those words before he met me. He whispered something, opened his hands, and then just like that the mouse got up and started running.”

“He brought it to life?” she asked.

“Well…” Again he stopped, obviously uneasy about what he wanted to say. “It was still dead, but it was moving now. That make sense? Qurrah could make it do whatever he wanted. He let it run off and die, that first one he showed me. He was pretty shy about it. Don’t think he had any idea how I would react.”

Harruq suddenly stopped and laughed. “You should have seen us, Aurelia. We spent the rest of the day chasing after mice so we could stomp them and have Qurrah bring them back to do tricks.”

Aurelia smiled at the burly half-orc.

“You really made them do tricks?” she asked.

“Well, yeah, some jumps and flips. We tried to see how high we could make one climb before… what?”

She was smiling, but when pressed she refused to answer him. Instead, she stood, brushed off her dress, and flipped her hair over her shoulders. “Same time tomorrow?” she asked.

“Sure,” Harruq said. “But how many times will we be doing this?”

Aurelia shrugged. “Until I feel you have paid me back.”

“So what, a couple days?”

“You know very well I can’t obtain any proficiency in such a short time,” she said.

Harruq shrugged. “Fine then,” he said. “How long you want me stuck here with you?”

“Two weeks,” she said. The elf danced away behind a tree. Harruq followed, but all he caught when he stepped around was a tiny line of blue fading on the afternoon wind.

“That was interesting,” he said before returning to Woodhaven.

D
eeper in the forest, Aurelia stepped out of a glowing blue portal. An elf waited there, an ornate bow slung across his back.

“So do you think it could be him?” he asked her.

“Perhaps,” Aurelia said. “I think it’s in him. Something is wrong, though. He’s too light hearted, too free.”

“What does that mean?” the other elf asked, his fingers twitching at the string of his bow.

“I don’t know, Dieredon.” Aurelia sighed. “It means he’s capable, but would not do so without reason. If he’s butchering the children, he’s doing it for someone else.”

“Who?” Dieredon asked.

She shrugged. “My guess is his brother. He sounds like a necromancer.”

Dieredon nodded. “I’ll find him and watch him for a bit. If either of them slaughters another child, I will see it and put an end to it.”

Aurelia pulled a few strands of hair away from her mouth and tucked them behind her ear.

“This seems like a small matter for a scoutmaster to be involved. Are you sure you have nothing more important to do?”

“Murdered human children?” Dieredon shrugged. “Let the humans and orcs do as they wish, but when they butcher their young they must be made to suffer. You were right to contact me, Aurelia.”

“I hope so,” Aurelia said. “I saw one of the bodies, and what was done to him, those vile carvings…”

Dieredon kissed her forehead.

“Put it behind you so you may focus on the task at hand. If the half-orcs are guilty, they will make a mistake soon enough. Your eyes and ears are vital in confirming their guilt.”

“I’ll try to keep him talking,” Aurelia said. “And I’ll find out more about his brother. I hope I can bear Harruq’s company in the meanwhile. He can be quite a brute sometimes.”

“Come now,” Dieredon said, his face suddenly brightening into a smile. “He sounds like a real fine man to me. I wouldn’t be surprised if you two got married. Perhaps a kid or three. Little gray-skinned Aurrys crawling over the forest, wouldn’t that be cute?”

She smacked him with her staff and then teleported away, leaving Dieredon to laugh long after her departure.

“W
here did you get the bruises?” Qurrah asked when Harruq returned to their squalid home.

“Practicing,” Harruq said. “We have anything to eat?”

His brother motioned to a small plate of bacon and some eggs still in their shells.

“Wonderful.”

The smaller half-orc watched his brother wolf down the meal.

“Would you accompany me into madness?” he asked. Harruq gave him a funny look, half a piece of bacon still hanging in his mouth.

“Of course I would,” he replied. “If you go mad, I’ve got no chance in this world. You brains, me brawn, right?”

“Yes,” Qurrah said absently. “That’s right. But would you kill? Without reason, without pause. Could you?”

Harruq cracked open an egg and swallowed it raw.

“Don’t I do so already?” he asked. “If I had to pick between the world and you, the entire world would be a bloody mess.”

He swallowed the other egg, wiped his mouth on his sleeve, and burped.

“Well put, Harruq,” Qurrah said.

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