Chapter 10-1
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CHAPTER 10
The room was cold without the others in it. Though in reality, it was probably exactly the same temperature as before, the only difference was that she didn't have the protection of the other Wardens around her.
They were on the other side of the strange metal door though, so she didn't feel their absence quite as much. If Macey really wanted, she could back out of the entire thing at any point. Flint or Cam would take her place in an instant.
Which was the main reason she wasn't saying a word to them about how scared she was. If she didn't take on Air, then she might never get the mark on her back, and while she didn't know what the importance of those was, there must be one. And she didn't want to take the risk of not having the full set. Working out how she got her own mark would be the last step, she was sure. Maybe it would happen when her own magic was completely unblocked. While the lock her father had put on her powers was almost gone, she could still feel the remnants of it holding her back.
And she hated it. She still didn't understand why he'd done that. Unless it was to teach her some humility. He'd vastly underestimated the things she'd get up to on earth if that was the case. Months imprisoned had taught her all the humility she could possibly need.
Taking a deep breath, Macey recited the words the sìth had taught her already in her head. Now wasn't the time to risk anything like getting them wrong. Not when there was so much at stake.
"Gairm èadhar airson a dhol a-steach dhomh," she said softly, hoping she'd gotten her pronunciation right.
The clouds making up the walls around her began to swirl like crazy, almost like the wind had caught them. It must be Air. After all, it couldn't be Cam. He wouldn't risk anything that could harm her.
Macey's hair whipped around her face as she was lifted off the ground by an unseen force. Breathing in and out as slowly as she could, Macey tried not to panic. She had no idea what would happen if she did.
"Do not panic, Warden." It was the same male voice that had spoken to her before, while her brothers had been unconscious. But there was something odd about it towards the end. "I'm not going to hurt you."
This time, it was clearer. The voice wasn't male any longer. In fact, it sounded suspiciously like Macey's own voice.
"That's the idea," the voice, Air, responded. "I'm not a being in my own right. I am just part of one of the other Wardens."
Macey swallowed loudly, wondering whose voice it was Air had been mimicking before.
"The last Fire Warden," the voice said sadly. "He was the last one I joined with, so it was his voice I spoke with."
Macey nodded. That at least made some kind of sense.
"I'm going to meld with you now. But you won't hear from me again after that," Air said.
"I won't?" Macey asked, suddenly finding her voice.
"No. I'll be one with you. My powers will be yours."
"And you'll be able to use mine too?" Macey asked nervously, trying not to think about how weird it was to be having a conversation with someone that sounded just like her.
"No. I have no control at all. I'm just there."
Macey mulled it over for a moment. "So, you're about to vanish as a personality?"
"I suppose. But I didn't have a personality to begin with," Air answered.
"But you must have if you were born at some point?" Macey prodded.
"Millennia ago, maybe. But I've taken on this form for as long as I can remember. Though this is going to be the first time I've been hosted by the Water Warden. I end up with Wind or Earth more often than not."
It was slightly chilling hearing Air talk that way. Especially when Macey couldn't see the person she was conversing with. But there was very little to be done about that. She had to go ahead with this melding, or else the world was going to be more at risk than ever. Plus, it might be good to know more than Cam did for a change. So long as Air would help with her knowledge. She hoped so.
"One last thing," Macey said.
"Hmm?" Air replied.
"Do you have a name?"
Air chuckled. "You know, no one has ever asked me that."
"Indulge me," Macey replied.
"No, I don't have a name. But we, combined, do."
"Will you tell me it?" Macey asked, carefully recalling Sharara's prophetic words. If things were going as they should, then this should be her second name. The one that she couldn't reveal to anyone for risk of being cursed. That didn't sound fun.
"Yes, but you can't repeat it. Not even to your men."
"I know, if I do, I'll be cursed."
"Ah, yes, the cu-sìth's words," Air said, sounding like she'd be nodding along if she had a body.
"How do you know about that?"
"I know about most of your adventures, I've been with you almost everywhere except Mahoun's keep. I cannot go there without the body of a host."
"Makes sense," Macey muttered, trying to keep her unease at bay. Especially as Air seemed to be able to tell what she was thinking even if she didn't say it aloud.
"Sadly. But seriously, you can't say the name to anyone else."
"What will happen if I do?"
"You're looking at the consequences. Well, not looking I suppose. But you'll be cursed to an eternity of being the Seventh Warden, the one who has no body, no life of their own, and no name. As much as I long for freedom from this burden, I couldn't wish it on anyone."
"Which is why you haven't insisted when no one asked for your name," Macey mused.
"Indeed. The Wardens have a good leader with you."
"I'm not a leader," Macey protested.
"Deny it all you want, but you are. And often, the best leaders are those that don't want to be one," Air answered. "Our name is Talia. Never let it cross your lips."
"Thank you for sharing it with me," Macey said, running it around her head. It seemed to fit, in an odd way. Though it didn't make that much sense to have a name no one would know, it was hardly the strangest thing that had happened to her since she'd left the Loch.
"Thank you for talking with me, Macey. It's been a long time since anyone did that."
She wasn't sure how she knew, but those were the last words Air was going to say to her.
Macey's body returned to the floor along with a searing pain to her back. This time, she didn't panic, knowing what was there before anyone even saw it.
Five marks down, just two to go. All she had to do was persuade Izban to perform magic with her.
And then work out what she needed to do to get her own.
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