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Authors: Wheeler Scott
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one who was too stupid to realize that blue gem mining meant picking out the blue rocks."
"Shut your worthless mouth," the woman hissed. "Go back underground and stay there."
"Do you own this place?"
The woman glared at him. The scar on her chin quivered as her mouth worked and settled into a heavy frown.
"That's what I thought. Bring us two glasses of ale," Alec said, and added "Please" in a way that made the woman's mouth frown more.
"Fine," she said. "Coming right up." Her knuckles cracked as she squeezed one hand into a fist and then made a motion with it as she turned away, a gesture that made Alec strain forward in his chair for a moment before he sat back, a fake mean smile on his face.
"I don't understand," David said. "What's going on? Why is everyone--?"
"Shut up," Alec said fiercely, not meeting his eyes, and David heard laughter from the men nearby. It didn't sound like anything that made him want to smile. It made him hurt inside, cold sparking scraping hurt that made him think of the song he'd sung to the animals in the forest.
The woman came back carrying two glasses. "Ale for you," she said, and slammed them down hard enough to shake the table. David looked down at his glass. It was full of dark brown liquid and smelled like the yeasty scent he knew, that he'd recognized when they'd first come in. But floating on top of the liquid in both glasses was something else, a thick yellow blob. The woman made a peculiar throat clearing noise, liquid sounding like it was rattling up from her lungs. She spat on the floor and a yellow blob just like the one in the glasses landed next to Alec's feet.
"Ten bits," she said. "You want anything else?"
Alec pushed his chair back and stood up. He barely came up to her shoulders. The woman smiled then, baring brown yellow teeth that were clearly made of wood. David stared at her. She didn't look at him, was still staring at Alec. Behind her the two men stood up from their seats, their faces creased with anger.
"Just try it," one of them said to Alec. "Breaking you in half would be the best thing that's happened to me all day."
Alec looked at them and then at David, who was still staring at the woman's teeth. His mouth twisted into a bitter smile and he reached into his pocket, slammed a handful of coins down on the table. "I'm leaving," he said, and his voice was a furious snarl. He stalked through the tavern without looking back.
The woman bent down and put her face close to David's. "You see something you like?" she hissed. "Bet not, coming in here with that ugly dirt splitter. I ought to--"
David touched her hand then, black sparking behind his eyes. "I didn't know people could have teeth made out of wood," he said and there was no need to call forth the darkness inside him. It was everywhere already, flowing out of him. The woman's hand turned blue and the color raced down her fingers, across her wrist, up her arm. Her eyes widened and she pulled away from him.
Now the look on her face was one David knew. He smiled at her.
She took another step back, eyes heating and filling with terror at the same time, and he watched her try to speak. She couldn't. Ice had coated her mouth, sealing it closed. Behind her the two men were staring at him, alarm in their eyes. When David stood up they backed away and he heard words whispered all around him. King. Queen. Son. Cursed. He pushed through the crowd, heard the woman fall to the floor as he walked out the tavern door.
"You need to go," he said to Alec, who was standing staring out at the street. "Now."
Alec looked at him. Then he nodded and tossed some coins to the child sitting in the doorway still, climbed onto the cart. Behind them noise was building, voices in the tavern rising in terror and anger strong enough to spill out into the night.
"Do I want to know what happened?" he asked.
"No," David said, and listened to the voices. They were growing louder. They'd be outside soon.
He thought of
"Shut your worthless mouth," the woman hissed. "Go back underground and stay there."
"Do you own this place?"
The woman glared at him. The scar on her chin quivered as her mouth worked and settled into a heavy frown.
"That's what I thought. Bring us two glasses of ale," Alec said, and added "Please" in a way that made the woman's mouth frown more.
"Fine," she said. "Coming right up." Her knuckles cracked as she squeezed one hand into a fist and then made a motion with it as she turned away, a gesture that made Alec strain forward in his chair for a moment before he sat back, a fake mean smile on his face.
"I don't understand," David said. "What's going on? Why is everyone--?"
"Shut up," Alec said fiercely, not meeting his eyes, and David heard laughter from the men nearby. It didn't sound like anything that made him want to smile. It made him hurt inside, cold sparking scraping hurt that made him think of the song he'd sung to the animals in the forest.
The woman came back carrying two glasses. "Ale for you," she said, and slammed them down hard enough to shake the table. David looked down at his glass. It was full of dark brown liquid and smelled like the yeasty scent he knew, that he'd recognized when they'd first come in. But floating on top of the liquid in both glasses was something else, a thick yellow blob. The woman made a peculiar throat clearing noise, liquid sounding like it was rattling up from her lungs. She spat on the floor and a yellow blob just like the one in the glasses landed next to Alec's feet.
"Ten bits," she said. "You want anything else?"
Alec pushed his chair back and stood up. He barely came up to her shoulders. The woman smiled then, baring brown yellow teeth that were clearly made of wood. David stared at her. She didn't look at him, was still staring at Alec. Behind her the two men stood up from their seats, their faces creased with anger.
"Just try it," one of them said to Alec. "Breaking you in half would be the best thing that's happened to me all day."
Alec looked at them and then at David, who was still staring at the woman's teeth. His mouth twisted into a bitter smile and he reached into his pocket, slammed a handful of coins down on the table. "I'm leaving," he said, and his voice was a furious snarl. He stalked through the tavern without looking back.
The woman bent down and put her face close to David's. "You see something you like?" she hissed. "Bet not, coming in here with that ugly dirt splitter. I ought to--"
David touched her hand then, black sparking behind his eyes. "I didn't know people could have teeth made out of wood," he said and there was no need to call forth the darkness inside him. It was everywhere already, flowing out of him. The woman's hand turned blue and the color raced down her fingers, across her wrist, up her arm. Her eyes widened and she pulled away from him.
Now the look on her face was one David knew. He smiled at her.
She took another step back, eyes heating and filling with terror at the same time, and he watched her try to speak. She couldn't. Ice had coated her mouth, sealing it closed. Behind her the two men were staring at him, alarm in their eyes. When David stood up they backed away and he heard words whispered all around him. King. Queen. Son. Cursed. He pushed through the crowd, heard the woman fall to the floor as he walked out the tavern door.
"You need to go," he said to Alec, who was standing staring out at the street. "Now."
Alec looked at him. Then he nodded and tossed some coins to the child sitting in the doorway still, climbed onto the cart. Behind them noise was building, voices in the tavern rising in terror and anger strong enough to spill out into the night.
"Do I want to know what happened?" he asked.
"No," David said, and listened to the voices. They were growing louder. They'd be outside soon.
He thought of
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