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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Preface

  Map of Ada-ji

  Act 1

  Interlude

  Act 2

  Interlude

  Act 3

  About the Author

  Landmarks

  Cover

  Title Page

  Start

  Table of Contents

  Diamondsong

  Part 02: Capture

  Copyright ©2018 by E.D.E. Bell

  edebell.com

  This is a work of fiction.

  Any resemblance to actual pyrsi, winged or otherwise, is purely coincidental.

  Cover Art by M.C. Krauss

  Map of Ada-ji by Ulla Thynell

  Interior Design by G.C. Bell

  Editorial Services by:

  Camille Gooderham Campbell

  Catherine Jones Payne and Haley Tomaszewski, Quill Pen Editorial

  M. Cusack

  All rights reserved.

  Published by Atthis Arts, LLC

  Detroit, Michigan

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  ISBN 978-1-945009-29-7

  Library of Congress Control Number: 2018911339

  First Edition: Published October 2018

  This book is dedicated to Meghan Cusack.

  Forever grateful for your insights and generosity.

  Preface

  You turned the page!

  Ok, so if you are still as traumatized by Grover’s classic story as I am, you’ll know that means I’m waggling my hands that you’re here. That you’ve probably read Escape, and you’re interested in continuing Dime’s story. Except in this case, Grover’s discouragement is a metaphor for my own inner fears. But now we’re here together, on the next page.

  That makes me really happy.

  In fact, I’m not going to say much more than that. Thank you for being here with me and thank you for wanting to know what happens next.

  I would, of course, like to express my gratitude to the pyrsi who made this possible. Thanks to another great editorial review by Catherine and Haley at Quill Pen Editorial. I’m so glad Catherine pushed me on a few key things; the story is much better for it. And my heartfelt thanks to the team: Camille Gooderham Campbell, Meghan Cusack, Sasha Kasoff Moore, Deborah Reilly, Laura Johnson, and Trowby Brockman.

  Talk more next time? For now, let’s get to it. We have a fairy leader to find.

  Cheers,

  E.D.E. Bell

  October 2018

  The World of Ada-ji

  The Ja-lal: A humanoid species, dwelling in the foothills and plains of Ada-ji, characterized by broad advancements in construction, invention, and health. The Fo-ror call them brutes.

  The Fo-ror: A winged humanoid species, dwelling in the forests of Ada-ji, characterized by their natural living and the use of magical powers, known as valence. The Ja-lal call them fairies.

  The Ja-lal and Fo-ror are similar in form, with gray skin, but differences between them in composition and culture. Pyr is singular for a Ja-lal or Fo-ror and pyrsi is plural.

  The pyrsi of Ada-ji hold many gender identities. While this doesn’t clarify all aspects of gender, it is polite to introduce oneself with a prefix, indicating the appropriate pronouns:

  Fe’indicates a set of feminine identities, using the pronouns she/her/her(s).

  Ma’indicates a set of masculine identities, using the pronouns he/him/his.

  Ji’indicates a set of spectrum identities, using the pronouns ve/ver/vis.

  When gender is unknown, it is polite to refer to a pyr with xe/xem/xyr(s). Any group of pyrsi (plural) would be referred to with they/them/their(s).

  A pyr may be generically referred to as Burge, short for the more formal Burgess, often for purposes of polite address or getting a stranger’s attention. This is similar to the use of Sir or Ma’am on Earth. For those who hold social prejudice based on class, the term implies some sense of status or honor.

  Ja-lal and Fo-ror may live up to 50 cycles. Their lives are divided into defined epochs, aligning with societal expectations:

  AochAge 0-9Characterized by upbringing, education, and exploration

  BakhAge 10-19Centered on building family, performing and completing apprenticeships, and finalizing life plans

  GamhAge 20-29Fully immersed in their specialty or role, contributing full-time to society

  DorhAge 30-39Respected in leadership and/or advisory roles; it is normal to take some time for self

  ErohAge 40+Expected to retire and engage in craft or occasional consulting, through the life expectancy of around 50 cycles.

  Expectations differ for each culture. For example, while a Ja-lal must develop xyr profession into a career, a Fo-ror’s profession and rank are set based on xyr social class and other historical and cultural factors.

  A cycle on Ada-ji is perhaps up to four times the length of an Earth year. So, our main character, at age 20.5 cycles, has lived more than 80 Earth years but, in relation to her life span, could be considered at the maturity of her early forties on Earth.

  Each turn on Ada-ji, a period of day and then night, is significantly longer than an Earth day. As such, pyrsi do not sleep according to light or dark, but instead based on their own needs, lifestyle, profession, and schedule.

  The Ja-lal measure time by the periodic sounding of bells; they refer to the resultant time periods with the same term. The Fo-ror are less rigid about time-keeping and refer to the equivalent time period as a span. Each bell, or span, consists of more than two Earth hours. Smaller amounts of time are referred to by both cultures as takes, which can be thought of as about ten Earth minutes.

  In Earth terms, it has been about three weeks since the beginning of our tale.

  The Ja-lal and Fo-ror live on separate sides of the Great Cliff. They have not interacted since the Great War, an event most noted for being the end of the Violence on Ada-ji.

  Synopsis to Here

  Fe’Diamond, known as Dime, had just left her career working for the Circles, the government of the Ja-lal. Suddenly, three hooded figures burst into her home with ropes, demanding to take her away. Without any understanding of why this had occurred, Dime and her spouse, Dayn, ran to escape them.

  The intruders were revealed to be Fo-ror, commonly known as fairies. These fairies, unseen since the conclusion of the Great War, were feared and loathed by the Ja-lal, who were taught that any contact would cause the Violence to return. The fairies were said to employ a magical power known as valence, but Dime had thought this a myth—perhaps that even the fairies themselves were a myth—until she saw both herself.

  Trying to protect pyrsi from the fairies, she escaped from the city, now separated from Dayn and with the fairies in continued pursuit. In an attempt to finally evade them, she ended up falling over the Great Cliff, landing in the forest and lying unconscious for a spell. She was carried away to a beach by a large animal known as a newt, where she stayed among their troop as she recovered. There, she befriended the young one who had found her, whom she called Juni. It became apparent to her that the Fo-ror had driven the newts from their original home, keeping them away from Fo-ror civilization—and consequently from fresh water—with large barriers of rope netting.

  A fellow Ja-lal, named Ella, found Dime with the newts and helped her return to her homeland, Sol’s Reach. Ella told Dime that her late spouse had been a Fo-ror, and so she had a special interest in any interactions between the two species.

  They headed for Dime’s home in the large Ja-lal city of Lodon, but found it stirred up by a fringe political gro
up named Sol’s Pillars. Ella insisted it would be unwise to enter the city, and instead she took Dime to her own home, on the edge of the old woods. Here, Ella reluctantly explained that Dime was, biologically, a Fo-ror—one whose wings had been removed as an infant. They also surmised that the invaders had been representatives of the Seats, the Fo-ror government.

  Frustrated by the lack of information, Dime resolved to travel to the forest city of Pito, in Fo-ror lands, to ask the Seats directly what all of this was about. Ella was at first shocked, but she agreed to help so long as Dime stayed at her house a while to heal and restock her supplies before leaving. Dime agreed.

  Capture

  Do you see a person skilled in their work?

  They will stand before Kings;

  they will not stand before obscure people.

  —Proverbs 22:29, The Sayings of the Wise,

  c950 BCE, as adapted by a friend, 2017

  Terms

  ou still doing this?” Ella asked. Behind her, the kettle started to steam.

  “Delightfully rhetorical,” Dime murmured, running her fingers through Friend’s plump needles. Ella seemed increasingly concerned about Dime’s decision to travel to Pito, but Dime was going, and she wasn’t changing her mind.

  This was also something she needed to do alone. Instinct told her that. Ella had offered to go with her, but Dime had reasoned it would help her more if Ella stayed back, keeping an eye on events in the city, and on Dime’s family. And if anything went wrong in Pito, someone would know where Dime had gone. Ella had finally agreed.

  “I’ll take another cup, if you don’t mind,” she added, lifting her hand from Ella’s evergreen companion to motion toward the stove.

  As Ella poured the hot water over the brew beans, a nutty aroma filled the tower room. Dime breathed in deep, then returned to packing her things. She folded a pair of thick socks and pushed them into an inside pocket of her new backpack.

  Ella was quite the tailor. Dime now had a full ensemble, with at least one extra of everything. As her usual velour had already proven not great for travel, this new set was mostly a plain, sturdy fabric, yet still dark in color. She’d have to do without the usual glass and metal accents she liked; she wanted to minimize anything that could draw attention.

  Perhaps not wanting her to be too plain, Ella had worked in a few embroidered vines along the garments’ edges, echoing Dime’s facial tattoos. On top of that, her new jacket had about every clip and pocket Dime could ever want, and the arms actually fit right. With her petite height and plump build, her arms never fit quite right.

  Dime’s wardrobe was accompanied by an expertly-made pair of boots, oiled on the outside—Ella said this was for keeping out water—and cushy on the inside. She also had something called tree shoes, which Ella indicated were for use on floors above ground level. Despite her nerves at how she’d be treated there, Dime was most curious to see what a fairy tower looked like.

  She was less thrilled to carry a set of small flares Ella had given her. They were similar to the emergency flares travelers carried, but Ella said she’d ground and wrapped these herself and they had a unique color to them. Apparently, she gave them to a few contacts in the city in case they needed to reach her. Dime had started to ask if they could really be seen so far away, but when Ella started to brag about their “extra snap,” Dime had decided she didn’t need to know.

  Less alarming, Ella had even given her a complete set of wood-handled tools, travel dishes, and miscellanea that must have taken a hearty dent from her savings—in addition to a full set of climbing gear from the storage room. Ella had completely eschewed the concept of repayment, insisting the existing debt of a good draught of ferm covered it. “I don’t need it,” she’d add, before changing the subject.

  “I think that’s everything,” Dime said, leaning the large backpack against the wall.

  She sat back at the table, tilting her nose over the brew and enjoying the fragrant steam against her face. She was most definitely going to borrow one of those filter bags and take as many of the beans as she could reasonably carry. Her gaze wandered around the living floor, lined with small windows and colorful sketches of flowers and plants, each in a styled wood frame.

  Even after only two turns here, Dime was going to miss this little tower. Nestled into the old woods with just four floors, it was spacious enough for living, but cozy compared to the massive towers of Lodon.

  The ground floor held mostly storage, along with walkways to a pantry and a washroom. The second floor, where they sat now, held the cooking and living areas. Above was Ella’s sleeping area, large enough to split with a guest. And above that was a small library, divided into three parts. Dime would have liked to have spent more time in the top rooms, but she sensed that Ella was protective of them and so she didn’t push.

  There was no more reason to delay, as Dime was feeling just about herself again. Her ankle was back to normal, and even the worst of her cuts had closed, replaced by angry little red lines to which she kept a layer of balm applied.

  While Dime had rested, Ella had gone off to the city. When she’d returned, she reassured Dime that her family was well—her spouse, children, and father—and that she’d been able to deliver Dime’s note to Dayn. Whom she noted to be charming, which made Dime smile.

  Ella confessed that, from the little she’d seen, the situation had only worsened in the city. No more fairies had been spotted in Lodon, but Sol’s Pillars had ensured the tension stayed high, keeping the incident fresh in everyone’s minds. The Circles had barely maintained an overall state of calm, and Ella was worried what might happen if that balance tipped. One of the downfalls of a system predicated on obedience was the lack of safety net if that order fell.

  Dime couldn’t solve any of it herself; she wouldn’t know where to start without more information. It was Intel she needed: knowledge, understanding, insight. So, today, she would go to Pito and learn what she could. Dime wasn’t the best with big decisions; sometimes she just had to make them.

  “Here,” Ella said, holding out a dark, hooded cloak. By now, Dime knew to stifle her gut reaction against cloaks and hoods, which were strictly forbidden in the Ja-lal city of Lodon, where covering one’s head spoke only of ill-intent. Besides, she didn’t really want another lecture from Ella on the Circles’ hypocrisy.

  Not to say Ella was wrong. Dime was learning the hard way that the clean lines the Circles ensured everyone was taught weren’t truly so clean. Hoods were forbidden to prevent pyrsi from hiding any hemsa, which denoted that a pyr had been convicted of a crime. It was a protection for all.

  Yet these rules—they didn’t just expose your hemsa; they exposed you. Everyone in plain sight of the Circles. A lack of public privacy for those who desired it. Also—and Dime had always said this—permanently marking pyrsi for all past crimes felt like something pyrsi should be protected from.

  The same with the Violence. The Violence did not exist. It had been eradicated through the Ja-lal victory in the Great War. Ungranted touching, stealing, harm to property, these were no longer threats to the Ja-lal.

  Then, if the Violence did not exist, what were the hemsa even for? For matters of distaste? It didn’t make sense, once she’d considered it.

  And the fairies, no one had seen them. But, Dime had seen them. Others had seen them. They weren’t legendary; they lived right over the cliff. One could just go there.

  All Dime’s lines had started to blur, and what upset her the most was that it had taken a series of jarring events to blur them. Dime had always prided herself on reflection and thought.

  She hadn’t thought enough.

  Doing her best to keep a calm face, Dime folded the cloak into the bag, pulling the embedded strings tight.

  “If you wear it over the backpack, it might look as though you have wings,” Ella said. “From a distance,” she clarified.

  Speaking of
keeping fairies at a distance, there was a question she’d been meaning to ask. “The Light didn’t give you a hemsa to keep you out of the city.” Ella had told her that a previous Light, not Sala, had visited her and her Fo-ror spouse, Suzanne, ordering Suzanne to leave. When Suzanne refused—and no pyr refused the Light—he spread a story painting Ella as a hexing witch of legend, hoping at least to keep pyrsi from learning her secret.

  Yet, a hemsa would have resolved the issue.

  “Oh, no, hemsa aren’t for secrets.” Ella said with a squint. “Have you met anyone with a hemsa?” She waved off Dime’s response. “No, not met them. Known them.”

  With the clarification added, Dime could only think of one pyr, and his hemsa was old and minor; friends had learned to overlook it. Not thinking that was Ella’s intent, she shook her head.

  “They can get a little reckless. Wouldn’t you? If you can’t fully return to society, if you’re always an outcast, one starts to consider what’s left to lose. They wanted to leave me with something to fear, not nothing to lose.

  “Besides,” Ella added a chuckle, “Suzanne wouldn’t have let them. The way she told the Light to skedaddle back to his golden tower, he wasn’t going to try a thing. The Light’s power consists solely of that which pyrsi grant xem. Remember that.”

  Ella was always telling Dime to remember things, so she smiled politely. More interestingly, Dime had never heard of a hemsa being refused, whether directly or not.

  Lines. So many lines.

  Pyrsi like Ella and Suzanne threatened every method by which the Circles held order. They were dangerous. By dissent, not crime. By simply living outside the Circles’ strict boundaries, they might show that those boundaries were subjective in the first place. Dime could imagine the Light’s dilemma in hoping—gambling, really—that they would just stay away.

  “The thing about hemsa,” Ella continued, as she wiped off the table, “is they aren’t offered the same to all. Who from the Circles have you met with hemsa-bearing family? Who from the upper class? Oh, but that’s because the high class know how to behave. They are raised properly.”