8 Fiona, The Eternal Moon

Villa Zevako: Summer of the Red Moon. Inside Zedd's residence, two days before the Great Hunt.

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The moon shone bright in the night sky. Through the skylight, moonlight reflected on the marble floor of the luxurious mansion. The man known as the Bloody Hound was staring at Zedd. "Why are you here boy?" he asked.

 Zedd could only lower his eyes. He could see the man's sandals. His toe nails were well polished. "You have broken the heavenly rules my boy!" the man shouted. His voice boomed in the empty marble hall. "Now what am I to do with such a disobedient slave?"

Zedd didn't hear the rest of the Bloody Hound's words. His mind took him to more painful thoughts. Soldiers, his own men, were being slaughtered as he stood there, tied and forced to watch. The woman he loved, protected and cared for, was tied to another post opposite his. She was used as target practice by the bored archers. 

��You'll fight in the arena until you've earned back what you owe me boy!" the Bloody Hound's words rung in Zedd's ears again. "Death is too swift a mercy for you, ignorant boy!"

***

"Zedd! Zedd!" the Purple witch shouted. "Oy! Quit ignoring me!" 

"What do you want Purple?" Zedd asked. He felt relieved the witch snatched him from his painful nightmares. 

"Stop calling me that too. I have a name you know." Purple was for the color of the precious stone that always hung around her neck.

"You have a name I don't like," Zedd said, forcing a smile. 

"So?" The witch asked in an angry tone.

"So I won't use it. Your name from now on is Purple, unless you want to choose a different one that is." Zedd spread his legs on the divan and stretched his limbs. 

"You're annoying!" the witch exclaimed. Zedd had confined her in a house in the Financial District. She couldn't leave or use her magic. "And I don't like this city. You said we were leaving after the Ritual. Why are we still here?"

"I said we'll leave after the Great Hunt," Zedd retorted. "I'm participating." 

"They would never let you. You can claim you're a native but you can't prove it," the witch said. 

"I hate to break it to you Purple. The Three Headed Dragon will let me take part in the hunt," Zedd said in a mocking tone.

"What?! How?" The witch was baffled. Everyone in the guild told her it was impossible no matter how much she begged. 

"I have my ways," Zedd replied. 

"To what end?" The witch asked. "A man with your power doesn't need to participate in the hunt." 

Zedd stood then headed toward a wooden drawer. He took a multicolored feather then started contemplating it, turning it from one side to the other. The witch eyed him with great interest.

"What do you know of Viraldo, Purple? Have you met him when you were planning to steal the star?" He asked.

"I've met him once or twice. He's the reserved kind," the witch said. 

"The kind you don't like," Zedd commented.

"The kind I can't stand. He's bad sports," the witch confessed. 

 "Where would you have gone after selling the Azure Star?" Zedd was still playing with the plume. The witch was eyeing him from her seat near the balcony, greed apparent in her eyes. 

"I don't know," she said, rolling her eyes. "Perhaps the Citadel, I could have lived a good life with the money I was offered."

 "You could've gotten away with living in the Citadel," Zedd admitted. He was flaunting the plume before the witch's eyes, no doubt to provoke her curiosity. "Or perhaps Dismas would've killed you, or turned you to the empire. Everyone's got a hidden agenda." 

"Except you Zedd," the witch said with a wry smile.

 She approached her mysterious captor. Her smile caused dimples to show on her cheeks. Her pupils were dilated, her eyes watery. She placed her hand against the man's chest then slowly caressed it. When she spoke, her voice was filled with tenderness. "You were honest with me from the beginning. You're not the type to have a hidden agenda, are you Zedd?"

"I have many secrets. Like you, I tend to keep them to myself," Zedd retorted. He was still playing with the plume. The witch, after getting so close to Zedd, was staring at the plume with crazed eyes. 

 "Did you steal that from Alistair's study?" she asked. She could not conceal her curiosity any longer. The multicolored feather was a rare item, rumored to cure any sickness or injury. 

"This is mine. I wouldn't steal from that coward," Zedd dryly said. 

"On this we both agree." The witch nodded. "Alistair is a coward, and that makes him dangerous." 

Zedd looked the witch in her beautiful hazel eyes. He handed her the plume and smiled. "Consider this my payment for returning the star without treachery." 

"What?" the witch was perplexed, her cheeks suddenly turned red. "What's this sudden change in behavior for?" 

"Nothing," he said, smiling. "It's as I said, payment for your cooperation. Do with it as you please, I don't care for it. But do me a favor and change that name of yours. Use your real name for a change." 

"You assume too much Zedd. Darya is my real name," the witch said, smiling. 

That name irritated Zedd. She didn't know the reason for it, but she loved seeing him take a deep breath at the mention of the name. Besides, she had to irritate him in order to change the subject.

"Fiona, the Eternal Moon, that's the name your mother gave you," Zedd said in a calm tone.

"DON'T YOU DARE SAY THAT NAME AGAIN!" the witch screamed. 

Her face contorted into an ugly grimace. Gone was her composed look, replaced by clenched teeth, furrowed brows and a wrinkled nose. Thunder rumbled in the sky, announcing a storm to come. 

Zedd looked out the window. The previously clear sky was now covered with heavy clouds. The weather instantly changed from hot and damp to cool and windy. Then, without warning, a thunderbolt landed in the garden. 

"Incredible, the Aetherbane seems to have lost its effect," Zedd announced to no one in particular. 

In a flash, the witch jumped backwards, motioned her hands to form a hexagon then shot her arms forward. 

"What the hell are you trying to do, Purple?" Zedd asked with a wide, mocking grin. "In your anger, you managed to call for an Aeon's help. That's a power you can't control yet. I just duped you into using your magic, and you fell for it!" Zedd exploded into unstoppable laughter. 

The witch had grown beet red. She clenched her fists and ground her teeth as she observed Zedd with loathsome eyes. 

"You," Zedd went on after a while. 

He strode through the villa lounge, walking around the witch in circles. 

"You can't use magic unless I will it." Each time he spoke, he leaned closer to her ear and whispered. His mocking tone made the witch shake with fury. "What we lack here is a semblance of trust. You want to know more about me? What you've just done shows that you're looking for a weakness to exploit. I, on the other hand, only want what's best for both of us." 

"And what might that be?" the witch asked, angry but terrified of Zedd. 

"A world without the empire's influence, they will not control our world. We cannot allow that!" 

"And how will you achieve this impossible dream of yours?" 

"All in good time my dear Fiona."

"DON'T – CALL ME THAT!" The witch screamed at the top of her lungs. Thunder rumbled in the sky. Yanoku was enveloped in total darkness. 

"Or what? You'll call that Aeon to help you? How will you achieve that?" Zedd asked, daring the woman to find an answer. 

The beautiful witch could only bite her red lips in despair. She didn't even know she could summon such powerful beings. 

"You should rejoice at the opportunity," Zedd continued, his voice calmer this time. "You now know that you can draw power from the Primordial Lake." 

"When will you deliver on that promise anyway?" she asked.

"All in good time. I'll explain everything when our new guest arrives. He's coming up the stairs as we speak." 

A few heartbeats later, someone knocked at the door. "Come in," Zedd said. 

The man called Tristan entered, followed by another man, big and large as a bear. "Cane, how good of you to visit me. I'm glad you decided to come hear my offer," Zedd said, smiling.

"You'd better start talking, shorty!" Cane said. The man's eyes were fixed on Zedd. He was ready to attack at any moment. 

"Watch your mouth!" Tristan warned. 

"It's alright Tristan. Has my messenger been rough with you?" Zedd asked Cane.

"He wouldn't dare!" Cane confidently announced. 

Zedd smiled at Tristan. "Good to know. I have an important task for you my dear Cane; if you decide to join forces with me that is."

"What's in it for me?" 

"You'll clear your name in the eyes of man and the Gods." 

"Go on," Cane urged. 

Zedd sighed then looked at his two guests. 

"Cane, Darya," Zedd said with difficulty, he really hated using that name. "I approached you both because you have a bad history with the empire. I'd like to join my army."

"What army?" both Cane and the witch asked at the same time. 

"Oh yeah I forgot to mention," Zedd said, addressing the witch. "You've heard of the Resistance, haven't you?" 

The witch nodded. 

"I'm the infamous leader of the resistance. I plan on destroying that man whose sole ambition is to become the ruler of the world." Zedd was smiling. His usual, never fading, cynical smile, could drive a person mad. 

"Your army is weak!" Cane said. Perhaps the man hoped to erase that irritating smile from Zedd's face. 

"Yes, for now," Black Eyes admitted. "But with a witch to organize our defenses and a berserker to lead the front lines, I say we'll be ready to invade and occupy Bairn." 

The witch crossed her arms then looked at Zedd, a hint of sarcasm in her voice when she said, "You want to invade and occupy a city governed by one of the Seven Princes. That's crazy!" 

"We can't hope to defeat the empire if we don't dream big, if we don't do something crazy," Zedd said, imitating the witch's tone and body language. 

"How big's your army?" Cane asked.

"A thousand strong, and bound to get bigger," Zedd answered.

"That's not nearly enough. Prince Sylens has an army of five thousand, not to mention his impregnable fortress," the witch said in a patronizing way.

"I don't need a thousand soldiers to take the city, I need them to hold it," Zedd said nonchalantly.

"What d'you mean?" Cane asked. 

 "Soldiers are corrupt. Offer them enough gold and they'll switch sides, especially after they witness the Prince's defeat. What do the two of you say? Care to follow me into my crazy dream?" 

"How will you take the Prince down?" the witch asked. 

"The Prince will destroy himself from within. I will explain my plans in due time. For now, I need an insane amount of gold. War is expensive." 

"That's why you're joining the Hunt?" the witch asked. 

"Precisely, and that's why I need our friend here," Zedd replied, jerking his head toward Cane.

"What d'ya mean?" Cane asked. 

 "I mean that you will join me in the Great Hunt. You'll have a chance to witness my powers there. I'm positive that you'll join forces with me afterward." 

"Ya can't. Yer an outsider," Cane said, rubbing his neck. 

"And yer an outcast," Zedd retorted. "But we'll both get to the Gate all the same. I have an agreement with my friends at the Hunters' guild." 

"What do you hope to achieve during that hunt Zedd?" the witch asked. "There are strong monsters there, but which offering are you targeting?" 

"I'm planning on hunting the biggest prey there is, Ulmir's watchdog." 

Cane broke into a fit of laughter. "Ya mean to kill the god of monsters? I like that! I'm in. I like yer crazy thinking." 

Zedd let out a victorious smile. "Then it is settled. We shall prepare for the first leg of the competition. The empire will participate in the Hunt. Boy do I have a magnificent plan for them!" 

"What do I do?" the witch asked. 

Zedd got up and approached her. He put both hands on her shoulders then smiled. 

"You, my dear Purple, will read the grimoire in your room. I'll lift the Aetherbane that controls your magic flow. Practice with great caution, for the empire will be watching for any energy fluctuation. I won't be in the city, so I won't be able to shield you from him."

"Him?" the witch asked. 

"General Flavius," Tristan spoke. "He's here with the imperial escort." 

"A vicious man to say the least," Zedd commented. "He won't show you any mercy. The custodians won't intervene either. If you get their attention Purple, you're on your own." 

"What's that grimoire about?" The witch asked, ignoring the part about needing protection from Zedd. 

"It's Archmage Grunwald's Grimoire, I trust you'll find it useful." 

The witch was at a loss for words. The grimoire Zedd offered her was one of the rarest collections of magic scrolls to ever exist. 

"I told you," Zedd said, noticing the witch's unbelieving gaze. "What we need is to trust each other. Study well witch, your powers will save us all."

Zedd asked Cane to follow him into his study. They both had to plan for the Great Hunt. 

"The Gate will open in two days. We need to be ready to bring the watchdog down. Oh and Purple," Zedd called for the witch who was already moving toward her room. 

"Yes?" the witch turned around, still excited about the Grimoire. 

"We'll be moving from here. Tristan will facilitate the logistics. Please cooperate." 

"Why are we moving?" 

"The Hunt will end in disaster. I need to find a different way out of Ulmir's Domain. You'll understand when you see it. Tristan, please arrange for extraction." 

"As you wish," Tristan said. The man bowed then left the room. 

"I can easily find you wherever you hide Purple. Don't disappoint me!" Zedd said to the witch. "Follow Tristan's instructions, for your own good." 

"Don't worry," the witch said. "Translating the runes in those ancient scrolls is all that matters to me now. As long as I get a quiet place to study, I won't complain." 

"That will be arranged. I'll see you after the hunt."