Lara found herself still torn with her need to save Hetar, and her awareness that she could not. It was painful for her, and once again she questioned her life span. What had she really accomplished? If the Twilight Lord was to have Hetar after all, what had it all been for? She understood from what she had been told that her birth, carefully planned by the magic powers of this world, had only been an opportunity to change Hetar’s fate. The chances were that she would not succeed, for as strong as she was Lara knew she was a young power by the standards of the Cosmos. But what had she done wrong that she had failed? She questioned herself over and over again yet could find no answer. Finally after several days she asked Kaliq.

“You did nothing wrong,” he said to her. “Why do you believe you have?”

“Should I not have been able to hold the powers of darkness off longer?” Lara said. “Why did you all tell me I must wait for my destiny? If you had told me what was involved in the first place, perhaps I could have overcome the evil now encroaching upon Hetar and Terah. I am young, I know, but with each year I grow stronger. Why was my birth not planned sooner, Kaliq? If I had been born earlier then I should have had the time I needed.”

“Our warrior had to be born of a specific bloodline, Lara. It was not by chance your faerie mother mated with John Swiftsword, a man thought to be mortal by his fellow Hetarians, but who was actually more faerie. You know that in mortals the bloodline weakens with passing generations, but in the faerie world it strengthens. Your great-grandmother, your father’s grandmother, bore her faerie lover a son that was believed to be her husband’s child. She kept the secret, but it was known in our world and set down in the Book of the Faerie Record. That son bore your father, and you were the third generation born of the line of Lord Rufus and his Hetarian lover, Thea. We had to wait. We had no chance if we did not. And it had to be a female child.”

“Why?” Lara wanted to know.

“While the mortal world considers its females weak, we in the magic world know better,” Kaliq said. “We did not choose to confront the Twilight Lord head-on. A woman has not only her intelligence but her sensuality with which to work. We wanted a female warrior who would be able to sow confusion in the Dark Lands, and you did. It was a great triumph, my love. Never believe your life has been worthless. You gave Hetar more than a century in which to correct itself. For a time after our battle with Ciarda and her false Hierarch, I thought we had turned the tide of Hetar’s fate.”

“But we did not,” Lara said.

“Nay, we did not, and now it is too late.”

“I cannot shake off the feeling that I have failed, Kaliq, and that if I just had a little more time I might turn the tide,” Lara told him.

“That is your son’s influence, Lara, attempting to deceive and beguile you into believing that if you stay just a little while longer you can change Hetar’s fate. You cannot. Come, I would show you something, my love.” Enfolding her within his cloak, he brought them to the oasis of Zeroun, which was one of Lara’s favorite places. He flung back the cape so she might step forth.

Lara looked about her, puzzled. “Where are we, Kaliq?” she asked him. They stood in a desolate and sandy place. She saw the tumbled stone ruins of what looked to have been a well, and the rotting trunks of what had been palm trees. The sand beneath her sandaled feet, and for as far as her eye could see, was bloodred.

“This is Zeroun, Lara. A month ago, the desert sands turn crimson. The waters of the oasis dried up overnight, the well collapsed and the trees and other greenery that once flourished here died in a span of two days. Kolgrim destroyed it because he knows you love it, and he sent to me to tell me what he had done.”

Lara’s face mirrored astonishment. “To destroy such beauty,” she said softly.

Kaliq nodded, and wrapping her again in his cloak, transported them back to Shunnar. “Look down into our valley,” he said.

When she did Lara saw it was empty of the horse herds of the Shadow Princes. “Where are the animals? Where is Og?”

“They have gone to Belmair for safety. We opened a Golden tunnel to some fine meadows outside of Dillon’s castle, and drove them through several days ago. Kolgrim wants your magic, Lara. He wants all the magic belonging to Hetar, and next to mine, yours is the most powerful. He is wickedly clever, this young Twilight Lord. He seeks to entrap you with Marzina, and me with you.”

“Then we must leave very soon,” Lara said.

“Aye, we must. But because Kolgrim has to believe we are still unaware of his plans for us, we must attend the wedding of Yamka and Vaclar.”

“I don’t want to go,” Lara said.

“You must,” he told her.

“I never want to see The City again,” Lara said. “Besides that wedding is but for Grugyn Ahasferus. He would display this third granddaughter’s great marriage to the other magnates and all of Hetar. If he were younger I would think he was planning a coup against Palben. Now I believe he simply wishes to be more powerful and important than Hetar’s Lord High Ruler. He has no idea the beast he has invited into his house.”

“Very well,” Kaliq agreed. “It matters not if we offend Grugyn Ahasferus by not appearing at the Hetarian portion of this wedding. We will be at the Terahn one, and in evidence at the feasting afterward, my love.”

“Have you heard from Marzina?” Lara wanted to know.

“I assume she is still at Fairevue.”

“My mother was to speak with her,” Lara said. “I hope she has. Oh, Kaliq, I must see her. I need to know she is safe from Kolgrim.”

“Then call her, Lara,” he told her quietly. He disliked seeing her so distressed.

Marzina! Marzina, hear my plea. Cease all else and come to me! Lara said.

Almost immediately, and much to Kaliq’s relief, Marzina appeared.

“What is it, Mother? Are you all right?” the young faerie woman asked anxiously.

“I had not heard from you…” Lara began. “I wondered if you were going to your kinsman Vaclar’s wedding to Yamka Ahasferus.”

“Aye, I am. Nyura cannot come for she is with child,” Marzina began.

“You know? How do you know?” Lara asked, trying to keep the irritation from her voice. “Have you been to the Dark Lands of late?”

“Nay, nay, but Kolgrim came to me to tell me that I will soon have a nephew,” Marzina said with a smile. “It will be nice to have a baby for a nephew for a change.” She laughed. “All of Taj’s and Zagiri’s children, and even their children, are long grown.”

Lara bit her lip so hard it began to bleed. “We may not be here when the child is born,” she said, unable to help herself, and praying Marzina would not take offense.

“Oh,” Marzina replied. “Aye, you are right, Mother. I had forgotten we must leave Hetar for good soon. I haven’t told Kolgrim.”

“Don’t!” Lara said.

“Of course not,” Marzina replied. “I spoke with Grandmother yesterday. She wants me to come with her, Thanos and my cousin Parvanah to Belmair. Dillon has offered them a wonderful refuge, and there is even a forested mountain where I may rebuild Fairevue. My faerie servants have already gone in the first group of Forest Faeries who left today. Grandmother thought it best to send them a few at a time over several days so our exit causes no stirring in the air to attract Kolgrim.”

“Your brother knows the good magic is departing Hetar,” Lara said softly.

“Aye, he does, but no good can come from rubbing it in his handsome face,” Marzina responded. “He believes he may entrap some of the magic before it can escape him. That’s why I will go to the wedding as his companion since Nyura cannot. I even suggested it,” she said, pleased with her own cleverness. “He was delighted.”

“Oh, Marzina,” Lara said. “You play a dangerous game. Your brother is evil incarnate for all his charm. You must beware of him. I cannot ever remember being afraid, although surely there was a time when I must have been. But now I am frightened for you, my daughter.”

Marzina flung her arms about Lara. “Do not fear for me, Mother. I know the darkness that runs through my blood, but there is light, too, and I was raised in the light. I understand Kolgrim, and he is indeed evil. But I feel sorry for him, too, for he is so eager not just to conquer the world of Hetar, but to be loved, truly loved, as well. His blood is like mine, but that he was raised in the dark.”

“Do not think you can change him, Marzina,” Lara said, stroking her daughter’s cheek. “You cannot. And do not believe you can trust him. You cannot. He killed his half sister without hesitation. He may kill Nyura one day. And if he believes you are in his way, or attempting to thwart him in any manner, he will kill you, too.”

“I know,” Marzina replied. “He is quite frightening, Mother, isn’t he?”

“I do not understand you,” Lara said low.

“I know you don’t,” Marzina laughed. “But is it not that way with all mothers and daughters? One day in the future we shall both come to understand one another. But now is not that time.” She kissed Lara’s cheek. “Will I see you at the wedding in a few days, Mother?”

“We will be there,” Lara answered her. “Not in The City, but in Terah.”

“Goodbye then,” Marzina said, and she was gone in a puff of violet smoke.

“Are you satisfied now?” Kaliq asked Lara quietly.

“For now but I worry about her friendship with Kolgrim. Her lips say what she wants me to hear, but Marzina is fascinated by him. And he is fascinating, Kaliq.”

“Be satisfied that she has agreed to go with her cousin and her grandparents to Belmair. I have told you before that Marzina has her own fate to follow. You cannot stop her, and you should not stop her. I understand you want to protect her, but you cannot and should not lest you alter the fate meant for her.”