Virtue - a Fairy Tale (7 page)

“They’re angels meant to watch over the Earth, to help mankind in the pursuit of good.”

“Each of the irin and the daemon were allowed seven minions to help them on their conquests,” Wick continued. “While the minions were essentially created equal, so each side would be matched perfectly, they had one difference; daemon minions were turned from men, but irin minions were born.”

“So the irin minions are children of angels?” Lily asked.

“Yes, originally,” Wick nodded. “In order for them to be pure of heart, they had to be descended from an irin. Daniel, the leader of the irins, had seven offspring, called virtus. The virtus are here to serve him and help him in his quest to save the Earth.”

“So the virtus are immortal, too?”

“Yes, and no,” Wick said. “They can give up their divinity if they choose, rescinding their immortality and servitude for a human life, but to do so, they must bear a child to take their place.”

“Why? Why can’t Daniel conceive more children?” Lily asked.

“He can’t partake in Earthly pleasures,” Wick explained. “That is his sacrifice. He can’t have any more children, and there must be seven virtus on Earth at all times.”

“Why seven?” Lily shook her head, unable to understand.

“Each of the seven represent a virtue; castimonia, humilitas, caritas, humanitas, sophrosyne, patientia, and industria,” Wick said, and Lily stared at her. “Its Latin, the language of old, but it means chastity, humility, charity, kindness, temperance, patience, and diligence. Virtus go by their Latin names.”

“They don’t have real names?” Lily asked.

“No. When you are under the service of an irin or even a daemon, you don’t have your own name or an identity. Your only wants and needs are that of your master. Your purpose in life is singular – serve and spread the meaning of your title.” Wick watched Lily intently, and Lily stared thoughtfully at the table.

“So, if you’re the patience virtus, what do you do? You go around and wait for things?” Lily asked.

“No, you try to teach patience,” Wick said. “You give people the opportunity to be patient, and help them through their strife. While your strength is your own virtue, your mission above all is to help people stay good and true,” Wick said.

“And for every irin there is a daemon counterpart?” Lily asked. “Does that mean for every virtu there is an equal and opposite daemon minion?”

“Yes, unfortunately it does, although they are not offspring of a daemon the way virtus are offspring of an irin,” Wick said. “Evil doesn’t need to be pure to work effectively. Daemons wish only to corrupt, so their minions are humans who have given their allegiance to them. They choose to serve the daemons in exchange for immortality, but like the virtus, it can be given up or taken away.”

“I don’t understand the point of all of this,” Lily shook her head and leaned back in her seat. “The concept of angels and demons and their minions running about the Earth. All for what?”

“For the Earth itself. They have two sides, evenly matched in every way, to see whether good or evil will conquer mankind,” Wick said.

“How will they decide a winner?”

“At the end of time, man will stand and be counted, his allegiance tallied, his sins weighed against his virtues,” Wick explained. “No one knows when it will all end, not even the daemons or the irins. It’s those left in the heavens watching that make that decision.”

“What does this all have to do with me?” Lily realized that there had to be a reason Wick had brought all this up. She didn’t seem the type to go on an existential tangent without merit.

Wick thought for a moment, deciding how to answer her. Suddenly, she felt something – a tremor in the air, almost imperceptible, and she might have ignored it completely if the apple hadn’t begun to move. The violet apple that Lily had taken a bite out of sat discarded on the dining table, and it started spinning, gaining momentum.

“What’s going on?” Lily asked, her eyes widening as she watched the fruit.

“Shh!” Wick held up her hand to silence her, and the apple stopped moving.

Wick didn’t get up, but she stared out the mottled glass windows, straining to see something in the dark. The apples and the tree were the source of the protective spell around her cottage, and when something tried to enter, they reacted. Usually a small rustling of the branches would signify a charun trying to get through, but the spell itself usually deterred them.

This time, it felt different. Something slightly more powerful, more sinister, had tried getting in.

7

Jinn had actually succeeded in making it past the edge of the clearing. Scelestus had given him an enchanted cloak before sending him into the Necrosilvam, and that had been the only thing that allowed him to get past. His own power rated lower than a charun’s, and he never would’ve stood a chance against Wick’s spell.

Jinn hobbled through the clearing, doing his best to be sneaky. His bad leg wouldn’t let him crouch low to the ground, but the cloak had some invisibility properties. If someone looked at him directly, they’d see him, but it helped him blend in more with his surroundings. It also had the ability to ward off the trees and most of the vile creatures in the woods, or he would’ve been eaten alive already.

As soon as he’d seen the cottage, he sensed that he’d found the right place. He had no magical gifts of his own, but he’d always had a strong intuition about things. That and his unfailing loyalty were the only reasons Scelestus kept him on all these years.

Standing on his tiptoes, Jinn put his bony fingers on the windowsill and peered inside. The glass had been hand-blown, making it mottled and blurry, and he almost had to press his face to it to see clearly through the window. A woman had her back to him, her long brown hair tied in a fraying braid.

But sitting across from her at the table, that beautiful young girl had to be her. Her flawless pale skin, rosy lips, long waves of hair, and dark lashes framing her blue eyes – it could only be Lily.

The older woman with Lily glanced back over her shoulder, and Jinn ducked down quickly. She might’ve seen him, but he didn’t care. It was too late. He’d already found Lily.

 Jinn scurried away from the house, delighted at finding her. He wasn’t strong enough to haul her off into the night, but he didn’t need to be. His mistress had given him an opaque glass ball with which to summon her. All he had to do was hold it up and say a few words, then Scelestus would be able to find him and appear. Jinn went just far enough away from the cottage where they wouldn’t be able to hear him when he spoke to Scelestus.

The cloak and the dappled glass would have blinded Wick to Jinn. In fact, she never ever even saw
him
. Just his dirty fingernails pressing hard against the windowpane as he peered inside.

 The tremor of the apples combined with the sight of human fingers, and Wick knew they were in real trouble. Along with that ominous warning Lily had gotten from her mysterious friend, Wick had a terrible feeling that whoever it was, it was coming for Lily.

“You need to go,” Wick said in a hushed voice as soon as she saw the fingers disappear from the sill. She didn’t know how much time they had, but she had to get Lily out of here.

“What? What’s happening?” Lily’s skin blanched, but Wick didn’t have time to explain.

“For your safety, you need to escape while you can.” Wick pushed her chair back and grabbed her cloak. Lily got to her feet more slowly, confused by the sudden shift in things, and Wick draped the cloak around Lily’s shoulders, tying it around her neck. “This has some magical properties, not a lot, but it should be enough to protect you through the night. Hopefully.”

“Why do I need to go?” Lily looked at her with wide frightened eyes. She looked so innocent and so young, and so much like her mother. Wick touched her hand to Lily’s cheek in a rare moment of sentimentality before dropping it.  

“Someone is here, looking for you.”

“Why aren’t you coming with me?” Lily asked, looking at Wick with concern.

“I promised your mother I’d look after you, and so far, I’ve done a poor job of it. This is my chance to make things right.” Wick smiled wanly at her and went over to the window on the other side of the cottage, opposite from where she’d saw Jinn spying on them. “Now hurry, while I still have a chance to do some good.”

“Where shall I go?” Lily bustled up the ends of her dress so she could climb out the window.

“You need to be resourceful,” Wick said, helping boost her out of the window. Lily hung onto the frame and dropped to the ground with a silent grace that made Wick a tad envious. “I’ll come for you if I can. But if I don’t, keep moving. Run as fast and as far as you can.”

“Thank you.” Lily stared up indecisively at her. She wanted to say more, to do more than leave a friend to fight her battles. But she didn’t know what else to do, and Wick kept insisting that she leave. She didn’t want to hold Wick back, and she didn’t know how to fight at all, let alone who she was fighting against.

Reluctantly, Lily pulled the hood up over her head and darted across the clearing. Her feet made no sound as they padded along the mossy earth, and she ran into the trees of the Necrosilvam, unsure of what awaited her or how’d she meet it.

Wick gingerly picked up her wand, a gnarled twisting piece of what appeared to be bronze, but really, it came from a deceased unicorn. She had many things around the cottage that could be used to create some very powerful potions, but she didn’t have the time to make them and had only a few actual completed potions.

She went over the vials on the shelves, rummaging through them. Most of them were innocuous things like sleep aids and wound healers, and she knocked a blue vial of plant growth serum to the ground. It shattered, liquid splattering everywhere, and almost instantly, a small white flower grew from between the floorboards.

“Impressive. For a novice witch.” Scelestus’s voice echoed through the small space, and Wick whirled around to see her standing in the middle of the cottage. An iridescent dark blue gown flowed around her, making her take up more space than she needed. Without a sound or a puff of smoke, Scelestus had appeared in her home. “But you’re not a novice witch, are you?”

“I’m not as practiced as I used to be.” Wick straightened her shoulders and did her best to hide her startled reaction to Scelestus’s entrance. “But don’t be fooled by my appearance. I know a few things about magic.”

“Yes, I can imagine.” Scelestus glanced derisively around the cottage. Wick raised her wand at Scelestus, and while it was puny enough to make the sorceress laugh, Scelestus bit her tongue and smiled sweetly at her. “There’s no need for that, at least not yet. I’m looking for someone who belongs to me, and as soon as you return her to me, I can be out of your hair. No harm done.”

“There’s no one else here,” Wick said honestly.

“I’m sure that’s true.” Scelestus looked around again. “There isn’t enough room here to hide anything. But I’m certain that you know where she is.”

“I don’t know anything, and I can’t help you,” Wick told her evenly.

“Now listen here, you pitiful wench, I want what is mine.” Scelestus swirled her hand in front of her, waggling her fingers until a ball of fire appeared in the palm of her hand. “I will burn this place down, destroying every last bit of this little haven you’ve made for yourself, if you don’t tell me where the girl is.”

“I don’t know where she is!” Wick shouted. “And if you burn this down, I’ll destroy you.”

“Destroy me?” Scelestus threw back her head and cackled, and the sound sent chills down Wick’s spine. The instant she heard it, she realized exactly who Scelestus was.

“You’re that horrible gypsy woman!” Wick’s hand trembled, and she had to fight to keep the wand steady on her. “Your clothes are nicer, your makeup is better, but you’re still that haggard old woman underneath it all!”

Scelestus narrowed her eyes at Wick, taking a moment to place her. It had been more than ten years since she’d lived as a traveling gypsy, practicing her sorcery in dirty rags in dark alleys. She had struggled for so long, until she met the lovely Lady Iris walking through the town. Scelestus did a simple trick for her, and Iris had been so pleased, she paid her with a ruby. It was then that Scelestus decided she would have the Lady’s life, even if it meant that she had to take her life to get it.

“You’re Iris’s confidant?” Scelestus smiled wider. “You’re the one she went to, to save herself when she realized that I was coming after her. That’s how she got that ridiculous bag of parlor tricks that did nothing to help her.” Scelestus laughed again, growing louder and more delighted. “She went to you for help, and you gave her
nothing
. She died because you weren’t strong enough to help her!”  

“No.” Wick gritted her teeth and gripped her wand tightly. Already, she was drawing her energy up, calling everything she had and building it inside her. “She came to me, and I told her how to stop you, how to kill you, but Iris would never resort to that. She
refused
to stoop to your level. You took advantage of her innocence and her charity. But I am not nearly as kind or forgiving as she would be.”

“You failed at preventing me from killing her, and now you’re going to fail at preventing me from killing her daughter.” The fire ball in her band burned brighter, and Scelestus raised her hand, preparing to throw it and burn the cottage down.

Before she had a chance, Wick’s wand glowed blue and shimmered. A beam of light flashed out of it, enveloping Scelestus, freezing her in place. She struggled against it, her mouth contorting in rage and pain, but Wick was using all her might to hold her.

“Invictus evictum!” Wick shouted and flicked the wand.

Scelestus went flying through window, shattering glass and splintering wood. Her body slammed hard against a tree several yards from the cottage, and she slumped down on the ground. Jinn ran to her side as quickly as he was able, and at first, he thought she was dead. Scelestus lay immobile, her eyes shut, with a thin line of blood dripping from her mouth.