Happy Friday, Aledans! NaNoWriMo begins in a week, so it’s a good thing I’m nearly finished writing F&T 😉 I finished the climax last night, which means I only have two scenes left (three, if I keep adding scenes like I’ve been doing). I’ll continue posting them during November, so if you need a break from noveling be sure to stop by on Fridays. If you don’t have time, no worries. They’re not going anywhere 🙂
If you missed the beginning of Faye and Tarrin you can find it here.
The camp where the Children of Mountain lived was subdued when Alaric and his father returned. The children huddled together in the misty rain instead of learning to fly, and Faye’s normally bubbly giggle was silent. Faye’s mother, Lisel, and the wet nurse, Elise, were quiet as they tended to the children. The only noise was the babe, who they’d named Leah. Her voice sounded like the crack in the earth and Alaric covered his ears.
“Shut up!” He yelled, which only made her cry harder. He raised his hand to hit her, but his father grabbed his wrist.
“Alaric! You know better than that.”
Elise put the babe to her breast to stop the crying, and Alaric glared at Leah. “We should have taken it back too.”
“They would have killed her,” his father said.
“Good.” Alaric turned his back on them. Maybe if they had let the babe die in the cove in the first place his mother would still be alive and the cavern beneath the mountain wouldn’t have caved in. Faye would be laughing as she tried to teach the other children to fly.
“Ali,” his father chided, but Alaric turned his back on the adults and flew into the trees where they couldn’t follow him.
The only one who could find him now was Faye, and after several moments she did. Her pale face was flushed – in fear or excitement he didn’t know, and he didn’t want to find out.
“Ali, come see.” She tugged his hand, but he pulled away.
“A surprise.” Her hazel eyes lit up for the first time since Mountain exploded. “A good one.”
There was nothing good now that his mother was gone, but Alaric nodded and followed her anyways. He liked the secrets Faye shared with only him. It made him feel special.
They flew towards the mountainside on cicada-like wings, gliding with the updraft until they broke out of the tree-tops. The side of the mountain rose before them, sharp and broken. It was a sheer wall pocked with holes, plummeting down to a cliff that used to be the ceiling of the cavern they’d lived in.
Faye landed gently on the cliff and smiled at him. “Do you see?”
“See what?” The only thing visible was the top of the trees and the holes in the mountainside.
Faye threw her arms wide. “It’s bigger than the cavern, and it’s above the trees where the Gaerloms will never look for us.”
Alaric looked around again as her words sank in. The only thing that kept the Gaerloms away now was their fear of Mountain. If they returned – as Coyle had – the cliff would be the only place that was safe for the Children.
“The others haven’t learned to fly yet. How will they reach it?”
“There’s a pile of rubble on the side. They can climb up and then we can remove the stones.”
“What about the adults?”
Faye’s smile didn’t falter. “The entrance to the cavern didn’t collapse – there’s still a place for them to hide.”
Alaric walked to the edge and looked at the tree-tops shrouded in mist. “What if it rains?”
“That’s the best part.” She grabbed his hand and flew towards the mountainside. One of the holes loomed closer and larger until she flew straight into it. It was cold and damp, but if they could start a fire it would dry out. There was plenty of room if they dried out all the new caves.
Not only that, but if the adults had to stay below then so did the new babe, at least until she could fly.
He squeezed Faye’s hand. “This is good.”
She turned a beaming smile on him. “I hoped it would make you happy. Come on, let’s show my mom.”
Alaric nodded and they left the cliff for the camp where the babe was still fussing.