“The light will come again, Mother?”

“Oh, Lara, the light cannot be extinguished entirely. Even in the darkness there is always a small flicker of it somewhere. And eventually that flicker will grow and grow until the darkness is pushed back into the Dark Lands, and the light rules again,” Ilona said to her daughter.

“Then why must we leave?” Lara wanted to know. “Could we not hide like the gnomes of the Emerald Mountains?”

“Oh, my darling,” Ilona said. “It will be centuries before that happens. Once the darkness takes hold of a world it is difficult to overcome it. Gnomes, used to living in their tunnels, can survive that time. We of the other magic races cannot. We need the light if we are to thrive. All the good magic there is in Hetar must leave it.”

“Kaliq said he knows my destiny, but he will not tell me,” Lara said to her mother.

Ilona laughed. “He probably does,” she said.

“He says we are to be together, for now our destinies are one,” Lara continued.

“Does he?” Ilona wasn’t surprised. Kaliq had always loved her daughter, and would of course share whatever destiny Lara had. “You are fortunate in your life mate, my daughter. He is the greatest of the Shadow Princes, next to old Cronan.”

The door to the chamber opened, and a slender young girl entered. “Aunt Lara! How wonderful to see you again! Will you be coming with us to Belmair?”

“I imagine I will,” Lara said. “I am certain your mother is glad you are returning home, Parvanah.”

“I suppose so,” Parvanah said, shrugging. Parvanah was the daughter of Lara’s brother, Prince Cirillo and his wife, the Great Dragon of Belmair, Nidhug. And she was her grandmother’s heiress after her father.

Cirillo and Nidhug had left an egg to hatch in the dragon’s nursery cave in the mountainous province of Belia well over a century ago. The dragon that would hatch from it, a young male, would one day take his mother’s place as Belmair’s Great Dragon. The Queen of the Forest Faeries had finally and reluctantly accepted the fact that her only son and heir loved the female dragon. But she was distraught when he could not seem to settle upon a faerie maid to create an heir who would follow him as ruler of the Forest Faeries once his mother was gone. And then one day Nidhug had told her lover that she was about to lay another egg. They had both been surprised for the egg in the mountain nursery was destined to follow Nidhug. There should have been no others.

But the dragon could not restrain herself, and she laid this new egg upon their bed. It was pale pink imprinted with deeper pink roses. And it was smaller than her other egg. Both Nidhug and Cirillo watched in astonishment as the egg cracked itself open and within the shell lay a tiny female faerie infant waving its dainty fists and cooing. Ilona was called immediately. She examined the child carefully and pronounced, “She is pure faerie, although I don’t know how this is possible. Look on her back. Do you see the wing buds?” And then Ilona named her granddaughter Parvanah, telling Cirillo, “She will follow you and one day be Queen of the Forest Faeries.”

Now fourteen, Parvanah was a perfect Forest faerie in appearance but for her eyes, which were like her dragon mother’s, dark with gold-and-silver swirls and thick purple eyelashes. She bowed to Ilona. “The evacuation of the Meadow, Water and Mountain Faeries is now complete, Grandmother. I have sent our soldiers into those areas to make certain that no one was left behind. The areas are clear now. The returning guards said you could feel the loneliness. Isn’t it sad?”

“Aye,” Ilona said quietly. “It is indeed sad. It would appear, my daughter, that you have come to the forest just in time. Tomorrow our own people will begin their departure. We are through with Hetar.”

13

“I KNOW THIS IS HOW IT MUST BE,” LARA SAID, “BUT I am still unhappy over it.”

“We will revisit our history in the forest tomorrow,” Ilona said. “It is important that we say our goodbyes. And you will see how low the Forest Lords have fallen.”

“I don’t know if I want to revisit that particular place or time,” Lara said.

“Nay,” her mother replied. “You must. Do not fear. They will not see us or even know we are there.”

“Why don’t you like the Forest Lords, Aunt Lara?” Parvanah asked.

“I will tell you one day in the hall of your kinsman, King Dillon,” Lara promised the girl. “It is an unhappy tale.”

“But you had a happy ending,” Parvanah said. “Prince Kaliq,” she sighed, “is a delicious man, aunt. To have such a life mate is surely wonderful!”

Lara thought a moment, and then she laughed. “Aye, it is wonderful to have such a life mate, my love. Thank you for reminding me.”

“Let us have our meal now, and rest,” Ilona said. “Tomorrow will be a trying day for both of us, my daughter. Parvanah, you have done well. Tomorrow you will oversee the departure of our elves, brownies and the few gnomes who will go. Run along now, dear.”

Parvanah curtsied prettily to her grandmother and her aunt as she left them.

“Will any of the gnomes leave?” Lara asked curious. “I thought they chose to remain, Mother. Gulltop speaks for them all now, and he isn’t one to change his mind easily.”

“Aye, the youngest among them, males and the few females young enough to still breed will leave Hetar. They are not a large race, and so I have suggested this in order that their kind not be lost. There are few gnomes on the other worlds, and their skill at finding ores and jewels is quite special. I have spoken myself with Gulltop on this matter. It was not an easy negotiation, mind you. He is almost ten centuries old, and not easily persuaded any longer, if he ever was. But I was finally able to convince him of the wisdom of sending some of his people with us by pointing out we could not know how long the darkness would last. If it held Hetar captive for too long his younger gnomes would be too old to breed, and their race would certainly die out. That he understood. And so those five centuries and younger will come with us.”

“You look tired, Mother,” Lara said.

“I am,” Ilona admitted. “This has been a terrible undertaking for me, and for Thanos. Your stepfather has exhausted himself seeing that the rare species of flora and fauna native to Hetar are removed to Belmair that they may continue to propagate. Too much darkness will kill much of what exists upon this world, for an endless Icy Season will set in. But let us not speak anymore on so unpleasant a subject.” Ilona waved her hands over the low table before them, producing two plates of faerie bread and cups of forest berry frine. She sighed, reaching for the faerie bread and tearing off a chunk. “I am ravenous of late with all this work. Umm! Roasted meat!”

“Mine is capon,” Lara replied. “I do love faerie bread, Mother! I adore that it can be anything you want it to be.”

When they had finished eating, they slept side by side on Ilona’s great bed. Lara awakened once during the night to find the moonlight streaming into the chamber across the bed. She arose and went to look out into the forest, seeing a small herd of does led by a great antlered buck grazing in the clearing of grass outside. Sadness overwhelmed her. The last Autumn would come soon, and then the Icy Season would be upon Hetar. But no spring would follow it. Eventually, much of what had been Hetar, mortal beings, creatures, the land, would suffer and die, or be changed forever. What would Kolgrim do when he had nothing but a dead world to rule? Or would he find a way of keeping his subjects alive, and at his mercy? And would the light come to Hetar again one day as Kaliq and her mother insisted it must? The tears began to slip down her face as Lara returned to the bed, sleeping fitfully until the dawn broke.

Ilona was up first. She magicked a bowl of faerie bread for herself. This morning it tasted like roasted apples and porridge with a hint of sweet cinnamon. She saw the dried tears on the beautiful face so like her own. Lara had wept in the night, and briefly Ilona’s cold faerie heart felt sympathy for her firstborn child. One of the reasons Lara had been born was to save Hetar. The fact that she had been unable to weighed heavily upon her, for she did not quite understand that the magic world had always considered her success unlikely. They had planned a far greater destiny for her, which she would soon learn. Finished eating, Ilona arose and shook Lara awake. “Magick yourself something to eat so we may be on our way. We have much history to visit today,” the beautiful queen of the Forest Faeries told her now-half-awake daughter.

Like a child, Lara did as she was bid while Ilona sent for Parvanah, and gave her her instructions for the day.

When Parvanah had gone off, Lara asked her mother, “Why did you not ask Marzina to take on these tasks?”

“Parvanah will succeed me after her father,” Ilona said. “Unless, of course, Cirillo steps aside from the succession, which he threatens to do every now and again. After all these years you would think the fires of his passion for Nidhug had banked. If anything it burns even brighter. My children, it seems, have a great capacity for love,” Ilona noted a trifle drily. “Parvanah needs to know how to rule, and the great responsibility being a queen entails. Marzina has another path to follow entirely. I love both of my granddaughters equally, but Parvanah will be queen. She needs me more than Marzina. Your daughter has had the advantage of learning not just from me, but from you and Kaliq, as well. Parvanah has only me.”

Lara swallowed down the final sip of apricot nectar. “I am ready, Mother,” she said. Then she sighed. “It is a beautiful day in the forest. What shall we visit first?”

“We begin, as I told you last night, with the fall of the Forest Lords,” Ilona replied. “Take my hand, Lara, and remember. No mortal eye can see us.” Then, catching her daughter’s hand in hers, Ilona uttered the silent spell.

Take us back in time to see,

This bit of faerie history.

Suddenly they were in a clearing deep within the forest. A beautiful pale colored roe deer with a jeweled collar about its neck dashed into the clearing, panting. Lara could hear the baying of the dogs close by, and the shouts of huntsmen upon their horses crashing through the woodland. The deer stood gasping for breath, for she had led the hunters a merry chase the whole day long. Both dogs and horsemen burst into the clearing simultaneously. The dogs surrounded the deer, snapping and barking, while the mounted men quickly drew their bows, notching them with arrows.

But the roe deer changed suddenly into a beautiful young faerie woman who laughed at the surprise upon the rough faces staring down at her. “How foolish you Forest Lords are,” she mocked them. “Did it not occur to you that a roe deer with a jeweled collar about its neck was of the magic world? Do you usually waste a day chasing after such creatures?” And she laughed again at them.

Following their leader, a young man who was called Ubel, the men dismounted. The lust they had had for the hunt was dissolving into lust of another kind as they viewed the beautiful faerie woman, who was arrayed in sheer golden diaphanous garments, the jeweled collar twinkling about her slender white neck. They stared at her.

Lara and Ilona both could feel the fear suddenly rising in the faerie woman who was called Nixa. Her powers had been exhausted keeping herself in the form of a roe deer, and leading the chase the day long. It was then Lara realized that had the Forest Lords not been so full of themselves that day, the history of Hetar might have been different. But the hunters were angry at the faerie woman who had made fools of them. And they would be forced to return home empty-handed.

“You owe us a forfeit, faerie woman,” Ubel snarled at her.

“I cannot change your stupidity into intelligence,” Nixa told him foolishly.

The hunters surrounding her growled, fully understanding the insult directed at them. Instinctively they moved closer to her. Lara could smell the lust on them, and saw several cocks, Ubel’s among them, pressing an outline against their trousers. Then without warning the young man’s big hand shot out, catching at Nixa’s long blond hair.

He flung her to the mossy earth. The faerie woman’s head hit a small rock rendering her too dizzy to defend herself as, standing over her, Ubel loosened his garments and fell to the ground, his knees pinioning her tightly. He tore her sheer clothing from her so that she was completely naked. Then, taking his cock in his hand, he positioned himself as she began to regain full consciousness. As her startled eyes met his, Ubel thrust himself hard into the faerie woman’s sheath, eliciting a single scream from her.