For Hannah and Hailee
There once was a magical kingdom, ruled over by a benevolent king, beloved by all his subjects. His name was Alcazar and he was also a powerful wizard. Above these, however, he was a father. No child was ever more adored than his daughter, Princess Annalee. Her mother, the queen, did not survive the birth. Rather than surrender to grief and despair, Alcazar focused on loving his new daughter beyond all else. This love was so powerful that it extended to encompass the world. And that is how Alcazar became the most magnificent king the world had ever seen.
Something else happened on the day that Annalee was born. A tiny creature appeared in the castle and befriended the great king. While she looked to be an ordinary kitten, Alcazar knew better. The small beast was mostly black, except for her paws and tail, which looked to have been dipped in white snow. Her name was Sashet and she was a firekitten.
For those unfamiliar with firecats, they are powerfully magical creatures, probably most famous for their ability to breathe fire. The flashy skills usually get the most attention. But they have other, more subtle gifts. All are female. Their male counterparts, locats, are the finders of lost things, though firecats have this ability as well. They are also poisonous, but possess great healing powers. And they can commune with both the living and the dead.
It is not well known that in the elder days, dragons and wizards were connected in powerful magical relationships that spanned centuries. Originally, the bonded pairs were charged with protecting the realm, but over time, power corrupted them and their bonds were broken. There was a great war and the wizards were victorious. This is important to our story because when the dragons were extinguished from the land, nature gave their part to the firecat. And because of this history, most are highly distrustful of wizards. The friendship that forged between Alcazar and Sashet was a rare thing.
But this is the tale of what happened to Annalee and Sashet after Alcazar passed to join the residents of the Underworld. It was devastating for the kingdom. A great shadow fell over the land that day. Annalee was only twelve years old when she became an orphan.
Being a great and powerful mage, Alcazar had foreseen his doom but could not save himself. Instead, he charged Sashet, his most faithful companion, with the protection of that which he loved most in the world. Despite all her magic, Sashet could not protect Annalee when her uncle Balthazar came to claim guardianship. For Balthazar was a great magician as well, in every way bad that his brother was good.
Sashet feared Balthazar more than anything. Still, when he came for Annalee, she tried to fight him. But her pure ferocious fire was no match for the dark wizard. He turned her powers against her, poisoning her. Left weak and defenseless, all she could do was hide. Her own healing magic was able to save her from death, but the damage was done and Balthazar was gone with the princess.
Sashet slunk away from the castle, appearing to all as nothing more than a common house cat.
***
Princess Annalee was lost in grief over the death of her father. When her uncle came for her, she was in too much pain to see that his intentions were not honorable. She believed his words of comfort and support and went with him willingly for she did not wish to stay in the castle where memories would haunt her.
It was not until many months later that she began to understand the danger of her new circumstances. Balthazar had taken her away to a dark fortress in the north that was surrounded by barren snowfields. While he granted her almost unlimited freedom within his walls, she began to see through the illusion and despair at her isolation. She felt small and alone and frightened.
***
Guilt ridden and ashamed, Sashet spent those months wandering the realm trying to block all memory of Alcazar and Annalee. Cutting them from her heart and mind cost her a great deal. As time passed, her soul withered and she forgot that she was a powerful firecat with a sacred charge. It was not until the spirit of King Alcazar visited her in the night that Sashet’s grief and shame overwhelmed her. She bowed at his feet and wept for all her failures.
Being a kind and gracious king, Alcazar waited for his friend to conquer her pain and then he spoke: “My friend, I trusted you to care for my most beloved daughter but you have left her to the mercy of my dark brother. He waits only for her blood to come, for with it will come all of my power. Once she passes into womanhood, she will come in to her inheritance. When that happens, my brother will seek to fulfill his devious plans and take those powers from her. You must find her and rescue her before that day comes. Balthazar must not be allowed to achieve his ends.”
Sashet kept her head down, “My lord, I am frightened of your brother. If I reveal myself to him again, he will take my magic as well. I will not survive.”
“Fear is a poor excuse for not doing what is right. You are charged with protecting the innocent. Not by me, but by the Grace which bestowed your magic upon you. Forsake your destiny and you betray all.”
For a moment, the small firecat closed her eyes. Then she lifted her head and met her friend’s gaze. “What must I do?”
“Find her. Tell her of her birthright. Help her to protect her magic. Will you do this for me, old friend?”
“I will,” Sashet nodded.
“For your service and your quest I will give you my ring. May it protect and guide you, always.” And as the spirit disappeared, the ring from the king’s finger formed around one of Sashet’s front paws. She looked down at it for a long moment before she began walking.
Unfortunately, while firecats can find anything that is lost in this world, their powers have limits and it was only when Sashet began trying to look for young Annalee that she realized she could not sense her location.
***
To fight off her despair, Annalee began to explore Balthazar’s fortress. But for all her supposed freedom, it turned out that for every open door, there were two locked ones. Being a resourceful child, she was able to penetrate some of these secret chambers, but was too innocent to understand the things she found there. Her father had taught her much about his magic, but whatever power Balthazar had came from some other source and its tools were unknown to her. She could not find anything that would help her to escape her uncle’s clutches.
Whenever he visited her, she played the dutiful niece and kept her true heart hidden from him. His feigned kindnesses terrified her more than anything, for she did not trust them to last. His heart was hidden from her as well.
***
Never had Sashet gone searching for something she could not find. Unwilling to accept further failure, she decided to go in search of the answer first. To find Annalee she would need to know why she could not find her. And so she went back to the castle, to the beginning, in search of the key.
What Sashet found was Beauregard, Annalee’s belligerent pet bunny. While Sashet and Alcazar had been inseparable friends, Annalee’s constant companion was Beauregard. From the time she could walk, Annalee had taken her rabbit with her everywhere, including to bed to sleep curled up next to her. Sometimes, Beau was carried around in a basket, or pulled along on a leash or in a wagon. Most of the time, he could be found held tightly in her arms, his bottom half swinging slightly as the young princess skipped about the castle gardens. Beau took all of this with patience and dignity, but Annalee was the only recipient of these virtues. Everyone else was treated with disdain.
Sashet had always thought him a unpleasant ball of fluff and did her best to avoid him. But upon her return to the castle, Sashet found Beau cornered by a large dog. The rabbit was tucked safely under a wooden beam, but the dog did not look like it would be giving up his prey anytime soon. Deciding that her loyalty to Alcazar and Annalee must extend to the trapped creature as well, the fierce little firecat seared the dog’s tail and chased him off.
Though undoubtedly grateful, Beau’s attitude was not endearing. He held Sashet responsible for Annalee’s capture. For a moment, Sashet was almost sorry to have saved him, but when she saw that he had also been wounded by Balthazar and was therefore unable to leave the desolate and lonely castle, her heart warmed to him. She knew that he had lost his best friend that day, just as she had.
To make amends, Sashet healed the rabbit’s wounds, leaving him free to run around the garden and plunder the vegetables. And though his mood never became actually gracious, Beau was able to tell Sashet (between mouthfuls of cabbage) why she could not find the princess with her magical senses.
Beau’s theory was that Balthazar had put shoes on Annalee, which he described as blindfolds for her feet. They effectively disconnected the princess from the mother earth source, and so shielded her from all who might seek her. Sashet knew that the only way to see beyond Balthazar’s shields would be to ask the assistance of the Mist Beings, they who dwelt where all prayers go and where the dead go to be kissed. Such a description of their destination did not inspire much confidence in Beauregard, but he went bravely and willingly along nonetheless.
Along the way, Beau focused on eating while hopping and left Sashet alone with her thoughts. She was pondering the road ahead. The Mist Beings were easy enough for a firecat to find. All Sashet had to do was to find a crack between the worlds and she would be able to contact them. Asking the question of how to find the princess was also fairly straightforward, but how much it would cost was still unclear. Secret knowledge was never free.
Sashet followed her firecat senses to an elder forest. The trees were thick and dark. Roots covered the ground, making the way treacherous and difficult for Beauregard. More than once Sashet had to help him through. They moved slowly and carefully within a labyrinth of thorn bushes and sinkholes until finally, they found themselves at the edge of a pond. The water was dank, thick with muck and weeds. Beau kept his distance while Sashet approached the edge. She bowed her head and dipped a paw into the water and said, “I am the firecat Sashet. I humbly seek the guidance of the Mist Beings, those who walk between the worlds and carry wisdom from both. I have a sacred duty and need thy help. I beg assistance.”
When she removed her paw from the water, she kept her head bowed silently. After several quiet moments, a great wind came through the trees, stirring leaves and dirt and water. Beau flattened his ears against his back and huddled as low to the ground as he could manage. Sashet kept strong and still as her fur became wet and then muddy. A fog gathered over the pond.
A voice from nowhere and everywhere spoke. “You are known to us Sashet. You are known to have a noble spirit. We know you seek Alcazar’s daughter, but your fear is misplaced. You fear that she is under the power of Balthazar, but you also know truth, that no soul can truly be under the power of another. All souls that live have free will.”
“You speak wisely and true, but my king charged me with the protection of his daughter and I cannot find her. Please, she is young and innocent and I must do all I can to save her.”
“We are not concerned with protecting physical life. It is always temporary and fragile. The soul within is eternal and infinite. This is the truth that must guide you. Fear clouds your vision. Release your fears of pain and death. They are all that block your way, young firecat. You need trust to see clearly.”
“I understand. For the grace of your presence and counsel, what would you have me give?”
“What touched the water must be sacrificed. That which breaks the surface between worlds must stay beneath with us.”
Sashet nodded sadly and dipped her paw back in to the water. When she pulled it back out, only a stump remained. She chose to be glad that she had not dipped the paw with Alcazar’s ring or the sacrifice would have been far greater.
The fog cleared and silence fell in the forest again.
There seemed to be more light as they made their way back out of the woods so it was easier to see, but Sashet limped slowly along on her mutilated leg without speaking. When they emerged back out into sunny fields, Beau stopped to eat the grass and spoke with his mouth full of green stalks.
“What was that? They didn’t answer anything.”
Sashet shook her head ruefully. “Of course they did. The answer is always that the answer is within.”
“Then why do you keep going back?”
“Because I forget and have to be reminded.”
“Steep price to pay… maybe you should tie a string around your tail like the people do to remember things.”
Sashet laughed and nodded. “Perhaps you are right.”
Beau continued munching, clearly happy just to be out of the forest. “So what now?”
“I must go to the Lake of Fire and purge myself of all that is blocking my power. Only there can I shed the old skin of fear and guilt and shame. Only then will I be ready to face Balthazar and save Annalee.”
The rabbit went still and stared at Sashet in mortified astonishment. Then he began chomping on his grass faster, the twitch of his nose betraying his anxiety. “Yeah, that sounds like a brilliant idea.”
Before they set out, Sashet took the time to bathe herself. The journey had left her fur matted and dirty, so she saw to that and let Beau eat to his heart’s content. Then they found a hollow to sleep in for the night, curling together for warmth and comfort. Beau rested an ear across Sashet’s leg, giving the illusion that the sacrificed paw was still there.
***
Annalee distracted herself from her situation by indulging in thoughts of her previous life. She found peace in thinking that if Balthazar meant to kill her she might be reunited with her father and they would pass forever in each other’s company. There would be green fields and flowers; she imagined Beauregard hopping among them. It began to seem to her the true world was the one in her dreams and the life lived under her uncle’s roof was not real.
One morning, a nurse came to Annalee in her bedchamber. She seemed a kindly old woman to the girl and they would talk as the woman bathed her. Hungry for human contact, Annalee did not realize that the woman was a spy. Balthazar knew all too well that Annalee had never known her mother. It was an absence he thought he could manipulate to his advantage. And the princess was too lonely to be suspicious.
***
Sashet and Beauregard traveled high into the mountains. Unlike the dwelling place of the Mist Beings, the Lake of Fire was cradled in a valley open to the sky and surrounded by snowcapped peaks. Above the timberline, there was a distinct lack of vegetation that Beau did not appreciate, but he kept his grumbling to a minimum for Sashet’s sake. She had grown quieter the closer they came to their destination and he knew that she was anxious about what was coming. But he was pleasantly surprised by the looks of the dreaded lake. It seemed nice enough to him.
The firecat was not deceived. She told Beau to keep his distance from the water, forbidding him to drink no matter how thirsty he was. Part of her wished he had been willing to wait for her in the lowlands, but mostly she was glad for the company. Especially since his temper had improved.
On the shores of the great lake, Sashet sat to ready herself for the coming ordeal. The glassy surface of the water reflected the pure blue sky and white peaks. It looked serene and calm. Sashet knew that it would remain so for anyone who was not prepared. There was the danger that she would wade into the water and nothing would happen. The lake had guardians who decided the worthiness of those who came to test themselves. If not properly initiated, the water would do nothing but make someone wet.
When Sashet looked back to Beau, she found the twitch of his nose reassuring. It was comforting somehow. She took strength and courage from his presence, though she still thought him a strange friend.
Stealing herself, the firecat walked down to the water’s edge and waded in slowly. The water was cold enough to sting like knives, but Sashet did not hesitate. The temperature was enough to stiffen her muscles and make swimming almost impossible. More than once she found herself sinking into an abyss, but when darkness would threaten to take her forever, she fought to regain the surface and kept going, missing her lost foot with every stroke.
When she was halfway across the lake and nothing beyond the cold had tested her, Sashet began to fear that the guardians had deemed her unworthy and it had all been for nothing. It seemed her body was becoming accustomed to the cold because she felt warm. Soon the warm became hot and Sashet saw flames gathering at the shore of the lake. They encircled her, moving inward.
There was no going back now. Either she would fall below the surface, to her death, or pass through the fire to the other side. As the flames moved across the lake towards her, they stole the oxygen from the air, making it hard for Sashet to breathe. And the water felt as if it would begin to boil at any moment. But Sashet endured, she kept fighting, keeping a picture of Alcazar and Annalee and Beauregard in her mind. Focusing on her love for them, she released all her fears about what was to come. She surrendered to the truth that there was only so much she could do. The rest would be the will of the gods. All she could do was give everything she had. Nothing else was possible. And as long as she committed to giving her all, nothing more could be expected… and she would not fail.
When she reached the flames and passed through them, she felt the pain of the burning. There was a ripping sensation inside. She could feel the fire taking something from deep within her. Still, she kept swimming and pushing and fighting. And eventually she emerged on the other side of the lake.
Her whole being felt scorched and raw, but when she looked down into the water at her reflection, she was whole and unscathed. Two things had changed. Her foot had been restored to her and she no longer looked like a full grown cat. She was again the kitten that had found Alcazar that day twelve years ago. She was no bigger than Beau anymore and he looked very confused when she returned to where she had left him. Of course, having lived in a castle with a wizard king, he had seen some strange things in his life, so he took it in stride that his friend should emerge from the lake like she had gone back in time.
***
As fate would have it, just as Sashet passed her test, Annalee was enduring her own trial. The nurse her uncle had sent to her had told her about the cycles of life and how a girl passed into womanhood. So the princess was not alarmed when the blood came, but she was unprepared for the pain. Curled up on her side, she wondered why it had to be so hard to become a woman–and whether it was really worth it. She was suddenly more aware of her body than she ever had been. Her skin tingled with strange sensations.
Annalee could feel a great power and energy that had not been there before. Though painful, it was an incredible rush and she wondered why the nurse had not told her about that part. She stood in front of her mirror for a long time, looking for outer signs of the changes going on within. At first, she saw nothing. Then she began to detect a glow. Looking down at her hands, she could see it coming from her fingers. It was not only in the mirror. She was connecting to something beyond herself. If she touched the wall, she could feel the entire room surrounding her, including the floor and ceiling and the hall outside the door. Then, if she pushed out with her mind, she could feel farther and farther until she felt connected to every part of the fortress and everyone in it.
There were more people here than she had thought. She was not all alone. She didn’t know how Balthazar had kept them hidden from her, but she knew with absolute certainty that they were there. And she knew where Balthazar himself was. She knew the contents of every room.
Overwhelmed, Annalee went back to lie down in bed and contemplate the changes happening to her. It felt as if a fire had been lit within her and somehow she knew that the first thing she needed to do was learn how to control it, or it would consume her.
***
Meanwhile, Sashet and Beauregard were traveling as fast as they could to get to their princess. Having undergone the ordeal in the lake, Sashet found it easy to know where Annalee was. The connection was strong now. It felt as if Annalee had tapped in to something on her end as well, so Sashet knew that their time was running out. Annalee had come in to her inheritance and soon Balthazar would come for it.
***
With her newfound connection to all things in Balthazar’s world, Annalee found it easy to evade her uncle and his spy nurse. All doors were open to her now and she continued her explorations. She was looking for knowledge and magical objects that she could use to defend herself. For awhile, all she found were the tools of Balthazar’s dark trade, but as Annalee mastered more of her powers, her senses told her where to find other tools that would be useful to her. They had been hidden in the deepest parts of Balthazar’s citadel. There she found the key to her salvation, and his.
In the hidden room in the bowels of her uncle’s castle, Annalee found instruments like the ones her father had taught her about. And when she began to try working with them, she made her connection to the source.
A voice from within began to speak to her; it sounded like her father. The voice told her how Balthazar had once been a magician of the light, just like his brother, her father. He had even been on a path to become greater than his brother. Balthazar had wished for surpassing light and fell from Grace because of it. His arrogance and ambition had led him astray. Now he was an exile committed to the heartless pursuit of the light of others. Turning to the dark, he had regained much of his power, but lost more of his soul. And with each day that passed, he felt its loss all the keener and strove harder to get it back.
Annalee knew the power she had received was her father’s power, her inheritance. Once she knew the source, she embraced it with even deeper parts of herself. A great well of love and pride had sprung within her and she knew that she could prevail and make her father proud. She also finally knew what it was that her uncle wanted from her. But what Annalee came to realize was that she would not have to defeat her uncle. She could save him. She wanted to save him. He was her family.
It was in that forgotten room that Sashet and Beauregard finally reunited with Princess Annalee. She was overjoyed to see them and clutched both tightly to her chest and kissed their heads. Sashet purred and Beauregard nibbled on her dress.
Once the joyous greetings were behind them, Sashet began pacing the floor with nervous energy as she related their story to the princess. With Beau on her lap, Annalee sat calmly stroking his ears and listening to the thrilling tale. It was clear to her that the firecat was still afraid of Balthazar so she assured Sashet that she was fully aware of her uncle’s intentions and had a plan to save them all.
The young woman seemed certain of herself, but Sashet insisted that they should combine their powers before facing their foe. Annalee agreed, mostly to reassure the beautiful creature who had endured so much to get to her, though knowing it would not be necessary.
The soul voice was still speaking within her. It told her that a woman must be willing to burn, to burn hot with ideas and words and desires for all that she truly loves. To accept the power was to accept the weight of affecting the lives of others. Annalee felt afire as the trio returned to her bedchamber to wait for Balthazar to come for her.
They did not have to wait long.
Balthazar had been looking for Annalee for several days. He entered the room like a storm, impatience and frustration emanating from him in dark waves. But Annalee was not frightened. She stood calmly in the path of his rage, allowing it to wash over and through her, feeding her without harming her. Balthazar could feel the new power in her, could tell that she was not intimidated by him, and he questioned himself. Fear and doubt crept into his mind in the face of her unshakeable assurance. The fear was darker than what had come before. Far more dangerous. Still, Annalee bore the onslaught and kept her peace.
Finally, unable to stand her silent stillness, Batlhazar grabbed Annalee and began to shake her roughly. But as soon as he touched her, she began to draw the darkness from him as poison is drawn from a wound. She took it inside of her, as Sashet had given her the power to do, and transmuted the evil into light.
As Balthazar felt himself emptying, he fell to his knees on the floor before Annalee and began to weep. He begged her forgiveness for all his cruelties and intentions. In response, Annalee embraced him, cradling his head against her heart. Then she could replace what she had taken from him with love. All that Annalee had learned about her uncle’s past had given her understanding. And what we understand, we love.
Sashet came to rub against his leg and purr. Her firekitten healing powers adding to Annalee’s magic and compassion.
Not to be left out, Beauregard hopped up into Balthazar’s lap and twitched his nose and ears.
And all was well for all wounds heal and new life follows old.
Written November 2011 and published in the Galaxy Fest 2012 Omnibus http://www.amazon.com/GalaxyFest-2012-Omnibus-Sam-Stone/dp/1470088959/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1393180160&sr=8-1&keywords=galaxyfest+2012+omnibus