Kalona's Fall

  Winds of storm and lightning, passion and power,

  I command thee with a different intent.

  Peace and calm I do bring to this hour.

  Now! My creation to the Goddess I present!”

  Erebus clapped his hands together, and sunlight burst from his palms, spearing into the heart of the dark, whirling funnel cloud. Like dew scorched by summer sun rays, the clouds parted, dissolving the passion of the storm. From the very center of what had so recently been a spiral of chaotic passion and power, color grew and arched, spreading in a brilliant bow of yellow and pink, crimson, purple, and green.

  The dryads, who had been cringing in fear, hiding down in the tall grass, crept out, cooing and trilling in appreciation of the colorful show. Even L’ota, who had been cowering behind Nyx, peeked out and gasped in pleasure.

  “Do you like it?” Erebus asked, jogging up to Nyx and bowing first to her and then to Mother Earth. “I was a little rushed. I had planned to present it for you at dusk today, when the colors would look most brilliant, but I was drawn here by that maelstrom, and knew my plans must change.” Erebus frowned at Kalona. “What were you thinking?”

  “I was not thinking about you!”

  Nyx’s eyes widened in surprise at Kalona’s harsh tone, but before she could admonish him, Mother Earth spoke.

  “You were not thinking about anyone except yourself! Kalona, you have failed this test.” Her displeasure caused the prairie grasses to shiver. Mother Earth turned her back on Kalona and went to Erebus, embracing him warmly. “Erebus, your creation is lovely, and I thank you for ending the terrible storm that could have destroyed some of my children.”

  “Wait, my friend.” Nyx addressed Mother Earth slowly, carefully considering each of her words. “When you commanded that Kalona and Erebus complete three tasks, you proclaimed that as their Goddess, it is my right to judge their creations. I would respectfully remind you of your own proclamation.”

  Mother Earth met Nyx’s gaze. The Goddess searched for anger or resentment within her friend’s eyes, but she saw only concern, and then resignation. Mother Earth bowed her head to Nyx. “You do well to remind me of my words. I bow to your judgment.”

  Drawing a deep breath, Nyx faced Kalona. He had moved toward her as the funnel had gotten out of control, and she knew he had been ready to protect her against his own creation. She also knew the misery she saw in his amber eyes. She felt the mirrored pain within herself.

  “Kalona, what you created for me did exactly as you intended. It demonstrated the power of your passion, and I could view your whirlwind from the Otherworld. I appreciate your strength and your desire to share your innermost passions with me. You do wield the power of an immortal warrior, my immortal warrior, and that pleases me. But if you are ever to be more than warrior to me, you must temper your passion with kindness, your power with control.” She closed the space between them. She needed to touch him. To let him hold her in his arms as he had the night before as he had fed her berries and gazed at the moonlit ocean with her. But for his own sake, Nyx denied her need and finished her judgment. “I understand the intent behind your creation, and because of that you did not fail the test, but you did not please me, either.”

  Kalona’s shoulders drooped and he did not meet her eyes. “I ask that you forgive me and give me another chance to please you, for I desire to be much more than your Warrior.”

  “Readily, I forgive you and grant you another chance. Which element would you choose to wield?”

  His gaze found hers again. “The one that is so favored by you—Water.”

  “My friend?” Nyx said, looking from Kalona to Mother Earth.

  Mother Earth nodded and said, “Until you each call into being your creation, I grant you dominion over Water. So I have spoken; so mote it be.”

  “Thank you, Mother Earth,” Nyx said. Without another word to Kalona, Nyx turned her back to him and walked to Erebus. Embracing him warmly, she said, “Erebus, your bow of color is lovely! You have pleased me greatly. Would you walk awhile with me? I would like to introduce you to the People of the Prairie. After what they have witnessed today, I am sure your music would bring them much needed delight.”

  “Goddess, it is my greatest pleasure to do your bidding.”

  Nyx let him take her hand and together they walked through the grasses toward the timberline. Though she wanted to, the Goddess did not allow herself to look back at Kalona even once.

  6.

  TRUST ME, GODDESS. I WOULD NEVER LET YOU FALL …

  Kalona sulked for several days after the test, replaying over and over again in his mind the disastrous conclusion to what he had intended as an awe-inspiring demonstration of passion and power.

  How had it gone so terribly wrong?

  He had practiced day after day on the grassy prairie. The neighboring tribe of Prairie People could have attested to the fact that he had created many whirling funnels of wind and magick, and that he had easily controlled them. The local mortals had even begun leaving gifts of food, clay pots filled with precious ocher, and carefully made clothing for him. Remembering Nyx’s fondness for these particular people, Kalona had dressed carefully for his test, decorating himself to please her.

  But nothing had gone as Kalona had planned.

  Erebus had saved the day and won Nyx’s pleasure. Kalona could not bear to think of what else Erebus had won from Nyx.

  He would not allow himself to fail again!

  “It is that wretched elemental magick that was at fault. Air is so unpredictable—so changeable. It was Erebus’s choice in elements that was flawed. Though is my choice of Water any better?” He paced around the clearing he had begun to think of as his own. It was far enough from the tribe of Prairie People that they did not often pass by, and close enough that the offerings they had continued to leave for him were easily accessible. The People did not particularly interest Kalona, but their food did, as did the thick, soft furs they’d left for his sleeping pallet. Not surprisingly, Mother Earth’s surface was as hard and uncomfortable as her admonishing gaze. The immortal had no true need for sleep, though that did not mean he didn’t appreciate a warm, soft spot on which to rest his body.

  “Cro-oak! Cro-oak! Cro-oak!” Above Kalona, the ravens that had taken to following him around the prairie lent their words to his tirade.

  “If you must shadow me, do it quietly!”

  The black birds preened and stared at him. Kalona shook his head. “I have to find my focus! I must wield Water more wisely than I did Air. I must win Nyx’s pleasure from Erebus.”

  That shouldn’t have been so difficult. Before the botched test, Nyx had regularly sought him out. They had spent many days and nights together, and she had seemed well pleased to be in his presence.

  “Without being wooed by an unpredictable element!” Kalona shouted his frustration, causing the ravens to flutter their wings restlessly.

  Kalona stopped pacing and reasoned aloud. “I pleased her without using an element or invoking Divine magick to do so. I did it before, and I shall do it again. And from an intimate, pleasant interlude wherein I remind her that it is me she desires, not magick or elements or the unpredictable power of creation, I will take her to my next test. It will be something as simple and intimate as our interlude, and I will be victorious, winning Nyx’s favor!” Kalona hurried to the pile of furs and leathers and such that were rich gifts from the Prairie People. He dug through the mound until he found what he sought—a knife made of a black stone, hewn to a strong, sharp point. “I am liking these Prairie People more and more each day.” Kalona rolled the knife and a basket of fruit and fragrant flatbread within the softest of the furs, and then he took to the sky and headed into the northwest, seeking that which he knew would please his Goddess.

  He didn’t use magick to fell the tall pine tree, though he did use his immortal strength, as well as his preternatural speed, to hollow it out and carve from it the form of a gracefully pointed boat. Kalona found he enjoy
ed using his hands as much as he enjoyed the scent of wood and the sight of the azure lake. Nyx had been right about the beauty of the lake. Its color was so lovely that he often glanced at it to be sure it wasn’t just a trick of his sight. But it didn’t change. Even under the moonlight the huge round body of water, dotted with one tree-covered island, seemed to glisten aqua, its high sides looking like a bowl made of clouds that had trapped the sky.

  Kalona worked without pause all day and night on the little boat, and as he worked he thought of Nyx. Her beauty inspired him, and when he was finished he stood back and surveyed his work. Kalona was well pleased. The craft was more than seaworthy. Kalona liked to believe that it also reflected Nyx’s beauty. All around it he had meticulously carved symbols that reminded him of the Goddess: stars and moons, delicate shells and waves. He had even replicated the white flowers she had worn in her hair when last he’d seen her.

  He carried the boat down the steep side of the lake so that it rested on the rocky shore. Then he placed the thick, soft fur within it, as well as the basket of fruit and flatbread. He was ready for Nyx. He had even decided what he would create for her during his next test. He hadn’t practiced over and over again as he had with the funnel cloud, but he felt confident that he had changed his intent enough that he wouldn’t make the same mistake as before. This time he would not show her the power of his passion. This time he would make tangible the delight he felt at her beauty, and show her how much he cherished her, in whatever visage she chose.

  There was just one thing that he couldn’t figure out, and that was how to get Nyx to come to him without using Water to summon meddling Mother Earth. He wanted to be alone with his Goddess before the test, to show her what his own hands had created for her before he wielded magick and Water and put on the requisite public show.

  Kalona had never had to call Nyx to him before. She had just appeared, usually smiling and telling him to stop looking so serious and come gather flowers with her, or gaze at moonlit water with her, or kiss her, gently, just where her impossibly soft skin curved to meet her graceful shoulders …

  Kalona shook himself mentally. Thinking of kissing Nyx would not conjure the Goddess.

  Perhaps he should try calling her name.

  “Nyx?” His voice echoed back to him over the brilliant blue surface of the lake, sounding tentative and almost childlike. Kalona squared his shoulders and tried again. “Nyx!” This time the echo was more forceful, though it produced the same result. Nyx did not appear.

  “Think!” he commanded himself. “There must be a way to reach her without using Mother Earth’s element and bringing the whole crowd of them here.”

  As if his words had conjured a small part of that crowd, the little creature stepped from behind a nearby pine tree and spoke mockingly in its whispery voice, Goddess not called like servant! Goddess commands, not commanded!

  “You are one of Nyx’s Fey. I saw you beside her on the prairie.”

  As soon as Kalona spoke, the Fey skittered back behind the tree.

  “Don’t run away! I need your help.” Kalona pitched his voice to sound coaxing, soothing. The creature, moving with an odd, liquid grace, slid part of its body from behind the tree, peeking out at him. “Don’t be frightened. I will not harm you.”

  Not frightened, said the Fey, moving all the way out from behind the tree.

  “That’s right, you don’t need to be frightened of me.”

  L’ota not frightened.

  “L’ota? Is that the type of Fey you are?”

  The creature looked thoroughly offended. I skeeaed! Servant of Goddess! She name me.

  “So, you are close to Nyx.”

  Always.

  Kalona hid his smile. “If you are always close to Nyx, then where is she? I do not see her.”

  L’ota’s strangely shaped body rippled in consternation, changing colors from pale pink to crimson and rust. Not here. Otherworld.

  Kalona couldn’t contain his smile. “Are you here watching me for her?”

  No! L’ota exclaimed, her voice rising above its usual whisper.

  Kalona’s smiled faded. “She didn’t send you to watch me?”

  I watch for me, not for Goddess.

  Kalona’s brows lifted in amusement. “Why would you want to watch me?”

  You make Goddess sad. I want know why.

  Kalona felt as if the strange little Fey had driven a knife into his heart. “Nyx has been sad?”

  The creature’s elongated head nodded, making the pink fringe of fur on its head bob. I want know why.

  Kalona thought the creature didn’t sound particularly worried about Nyx, or even concerned that her Goddess was sad. It just sounded curious.

  “I want to know why, too. And I want to make sure she is never sad because of me again. The only way I can do that is to have her come here to me, so that I can fix the wrong I did that saddened her. L’ota, please go to your Goddess and tell her that I ask—no, that I entreat—she come to me.”

  The Fey went very still, and Kalona held his breath, waiting. When she finally spoke, L’ota surprised Kalona with her nonchalance.

  If you command I tell Goddess you here.

  “If I command you? That’s all it takes to get you to tell Nyx I’m here and that I entreat she come to me?”

  No matter. Not my concern. Only notice what commanded to notice.

  Kalona thought the creature thoroughly odd, but he said, “Then I command that you go to Nyx and entreat her to come to me.”

  L’ota’s body completely liquefied and she disappeared, leaving Kalona to stare after her and worry that he had, again, made a mistake.

  * * *

  “You found my favorite lake.”

  Her voice startled him. He’d been sitting on a rock, staring out at the blue water. So much time had passed since the strange little skeeaed had disappeared that he had begun to despair of Nyx coming. The sound of her voice was like balm on the aching wound that was his heart. He stood and turned so quickly that he almost lost his balance.

  She smiled. “Hello.”

  “Hello,” he said. He took in every detail of his Goddess. Today she had chosen to appear to him as the young maiden she had been when they’d first met. Her blond hair curled down past her shoulders. Her dress was simple, the color of the summer sky—the color of her eyes. The only adornment she wore was her mantle of stars, which rested over her hair like a headdress made of silver strung diamonds and the fascinating sapphire tattoos that decorated her skin.

  Nyx was the most beautiful thing Kalona had ever seen, and he knew he could spend an eternity gazing into her eyes.

  “I have missed you.” They spoke the words together.

  Kalona could contain himself no longer. His long strides closed the space between them and he gently, carefully, took her into his arms and just stood, holding her, breathing in her scent as every particle of his being rejoiced.

  “Yes,” he said, nuzzling her hair and whispering into her ear. “I found your favorite lake.”

  She pulled back a little so that she could smile up into his eyes. “I am glad you called for me.”

  “I am glad you came.” He returned her smile. It frightened him how her presence could make him so happy, and how her absence could make him so miserable, but he pushed aside those thoughts, determined to stay in the moment, to enjoy every instant he had alone with her. “I made you something.”

  Her smile dimmed. “Oh. You’re ready to complete the next test? We must call—”

  He touched her lips with his finger, silencing her gently. “I am ready to complete the next test, but first I want to show you what I made for you. I didn’t use magick. I didn’t call Water. I only used my desire to please you. I need no test to school me in that.” Putting his arm around her shoulders, he guided her to the spot where he had beached the boat.

  He felt her little start of surprise. “You made this for me?”

  “I did.”

  She pulled free from his h
alf embrace and hurried to the boat, running her hands over the symbols carved around it and making soft sounds of delight. When she looked up at him, her eyes were filled with tears.

  “I wanted you to be able to float on the lake in peace and to think of nothing but the beauty that surrounds you,” he said. “I hope it pleases you.”

  Nyx rushed to him and, laughing, hurled herself into his arms. Clinging to his neck, she covered his face in kisses, between kisses saying, “Yes, it pleases me! I love it! Thank you! Thank you!”

  He was laughing with her as he spread his wings and lifted her from the ground, twirling her around. Neither realized they were hovering in the air until Nyx’s gaze tried to find the boat. She gasped and clutched his neck. Kalona tightened his arms around her.

  “Trust me, Goddess. I would never let you fall.”

  Nyx gazed into his eyes. “I trust you.” Then she kissed him. Not playfully, or gently, as she had before. The Goddess kissed him as if she thirsted, and only he could slake her need.

  Kalona responded to her passion carefully. He wanted to crush her to him and to claim her as his own. But even more than that, he wanted to please her. So, he let Nyx take her time exploring his lips, touching his face, combing her fingers through his long, thick hair. All the while he held her. He kept her safe.

  Too soon she paused her exploration, though the flush of her face and the deepening of her breath told him she had enjoyed herself as surely as her words did. “I like the way you taste,” she said.

  He smiled, glad that he had tempered his desire with patience. “And that, my Goddess, pleases me.”

  “Would you take me out in your boat?”

  “It would be my pleasure, but it isn’t my boat. It is yours.”

  “Kalona, sometimes you say exactly the right thing.”

  He snorted as they drifted slowly to ground. “Sometimes, but not often.”

  “I think you’re getting better at it,” she said.

  “I could not get much worse.” Taking her hand, he helped her into the boat. “I-I made a mess of the Air test,” he said, pushing the craft out into the water before he got in with her. When she didn’t answer him, he made himself keep busy with the wooden paddle, steering the boat out onto the glasslike surface of the lake.