Darkness Awaits - Part II

(After RP with Caladesh)

Matalina had found something she’d been looking for in Four Kings, but it wasn’t a place she wanted to call home, that and Caladesh scared her in more ways than one – a male channeling was frightful enough, but the fact that she submitted to him so easily it scared her, she didn’t want to stay around in a place where he held control. Matalina wanted some control herself, and she needed to find a place to call home.

The fact that the Shadow was now gone as well as Marosa gave her hope that May and Kayla would disappear as well, or be absorbed by her own self as the other two had. Matalina needed to find the place that would allow that to happen and Four Kings was definitely not that place.

Aiden and Kate were growing nicely and Matalina was proud of their development and was glad Caladesh paid them little mind. Hopefully they could live a normal life.

Matalina left for Cameryln to study their fighting techniques and their military style. She’d been there before but studied the underworld. Now she would be studying those against the underworld. Matalina wondered if any of the men she’d met were around, in particular James Sen’eval. The man knew her secret, well one of her secrets. But Marosa was gone now, there was little fear in that rumor spreading. Though more and more Matalina was taking on the former personalities attitudes – even women could be found attractive at times.

The trip to Camerlyn was uneventful as most of her last two years had been. And Matalina wondered if she’d ever find anything that was of use to her other than finding a master so to speak.

In Camerlyn Matalina studied the Royal Guard while the children played in the green grass outside their training facilities. Most of the men there thought she was looking for a suitor and they tended to show off, making fools of themselves if they’d known she was watching them to see how to beat them. She smiled politely at the men and even blushed and batted her eye lashes at a few of the better looking me. It was rather fun to watch them. But despite the flirting Matalina was taking notes on their skills and their techniques. She hoped she’d never have to use any of the knowledge against their army as it was rather formidable. But her new found alliance with the Great Lord made her studies every more important to her. She’d been studying before as a way to gather information for her own self, but now she knew she was gathering information as well for the Great Lord. Learning where the weaknesses of the enemy was always important, and Matalina had missed the calling as she’d had left the Warders yards. But she regained that duty again after meeting with Caladesh. She would make sure to never forget it again.

***** East Board *****

Matalina stayed in Camerlyn approximately two months studying the Royal Guard and avoiding the underground as much as possible. She was still looking for Darkfriends, but she wasn’t looking to get tangled with the Rogues Guild again, even though that training proved to be good.

From Camerlyn Matalina traveled to Cairhein. She’d been here twice before and knew the city pretty well, she however avoided places she’d been before and places she’d have known Reana and her family to be. She didn’t want anyone thinking she was a dead woman now, particularly not after she’d killed her the last time she was here.

Cairhein didn’t have much of an army, but it had a few standing regiments and Matalina watched them train. There wasn’t much to learn from them as she’d studied them previously. In order to pull off any work for her prior employer she needed to know what she was up against. But Matalina jotted down notes and made it look like she was learning new things.

While listening in the common room one evening Matalina overheard a story of an Assassin being reborn or some such. The al’Ker assassin had apparently struck the fear back into the common folk again. Matalina was intrigued by the assassin and was sad to find out it had happened about 4 years ago that the assassin had struck again. It was an aweful long time for the common folk to still fear them, but Matalina tried to find out more about the person who had done the killing, but no one knew more than the rumors she’d already heard.

But the name fascinated her and she gave Aiden and Kate a last name finally – al’Ker. It was a common enough last name in Cairhein and other places and after she left Cairhein proper it wouldn’t matter if it was recognized anyway. The children chirred at their names and they were happily muttering their names to themselves. They’d begun speaking while they had stayed in Camerlyn. They didn’t say much coherently yet, but they were trying. Matalina was proud of them.

*****

Matalina was too close to Tar Valon, and she had yet to find all of what she was looking for, so instead of heading back to Tar Valon, Matalina took the eastern fork from Cairehin, towards the Aiel Waste. She knew she’d never get that far, but to see the expanse of desert it might bring out some inspiration, some knowledge of where to go from there.

After a days ride along the road to the northeast Matalina came upon a town. She never asked the name, but she took up a room in the Silver Bow. There was an abnormal amount of activity going on in this inn, almost a celebration. Matalina inquired into the reason and found out it was a weekend event that the towns folk took part in every week. A get together of sorts to end the week off right. Matalina smiled at the thought. She flashed the Darkfriend sign at the innkeeper but she didn’t respond as she gave Matalina the key to her room.

As Matalina went for the stairs a young man, in his mid-twenties came up behind her and whispered in her ear. “The Great Lord finds us all does he not.” Matalina almost shivered at his response as he took her saddle bags from her and spoke out loud. “Let me help you ma’am, those kids must be a might triffle to handle.”

Matalina smiled and lead the way to her room, she was a bit unsure of this, the last person who had responded to her inquiry had been a dreadlord. She prayed this man was not.

When they were safely in the room Matalina shut the door and put the children on the bed with a few toys as Matalina lead the man to the window to talk softly. He introduced himself. “I’m Glen Triad, a friend of a friend.”

Matalina smiled. “I’m Cari.”

“A simple name, who you hiding from.”

Matalina’s smile widened, he was a smart man. “I’m hiding from a former life, looking for a new one.”

“Then you’ve come to the right place. My employer helps those like us, and particularly those who are in need of hiding. What did you get into you couldn’t handle?”

“Nothing. Really. I have a few issues to work out…” Matalina began her tale on why she’d left, why the shadow had made her leave the life she knew. She didn’t regret leaving, except for leaving Raeyn unprotected in a world of lightfools.

Glen and Matalina talked for hours, about her needs and the needs of his employeer. They came to an understanding and agreement. Glen helped Matalina with her story on her death for Reikan and Raeyn. It basically came down to a band of bandits overcoming a simple woman on the road. The numbers were vague as the person had only found the dead body and the journals in her pack marked with “Master at Arms – Reikan Souvan” and “Raeyn Sedai of the Brown Ajah”, both identified as people with in the White Tower.

A letter accompanied each of them.

Dear Sir (or Ma’am)

I regret to inform you that I have found someone of your employ, I’m assuming as they were carrying a journal addressed to you. I have found a woman with dark hair and dark eyes dead on the side of the road. There wasn’t much left to identify her with, other than the things in her pack that the brigands apparently didn’t think they could sell. It’s been known for some time that 20 to 30 bandits roam these roads and take the lives of those they find helpless. I am sorry for your loss but felt it was in your best interest to know of her death, and to return the journals in which I have no need of.

The letters were written in Glen’s hand and left unsigned. Matalina wrote another letter to Raeyn.

Raeyn, my Sedai,

I have found a place that welcomes me. I will continue my work here.

Matalina

The note was a signal to Raeyn that Matalina was going to be dead to the Tower soon, the plan was to fake her death, and this would signal Raeyn’s morning for her dead Warder before the journals arrive.

Glen proceeded then to help Matalina with a story about who she really was. They went through an entire background story and the only thing they lacked was a name for Cari. Matalina smiled. “Namere will do well.” And to cover the fact that it was her ex-lovers name she included how they’d met in an inn as strangers, and Cari took the name to begin her new life; which was what Matalina was doing now anyway.

Matalina would go by Cari Namere from that point forward. It would be her new life, a new name, and hopefully Alex would come and Namere would be more than just a name off of a shelf, but a name that meant she was married to the man she loved.
***** White Tower Board *****

A Time to Mourn (attn: Raeyn)

Late one afternoon a man on horse back road up to the gates of Tar Valon, a bit scared at having to deleiver a package to the White Tower. The cities glory was well known, and he was glad he could see it for himself, but it was the occupants of the White Tower her feared the most. He didn’t want to get involved in Aes Sedai plotting, he just wanted to deleiver the message and leave, and he prayed to the creator that is all that would happen.

A girl in white approached him and inquired as to what he wanted. He handed the letter to her. “It’s addressed to Raeyn Sedai of the Brown Ajah, can you see that it gets to her promptly.” The girl nodded and scurried away.

She knocked on Raeyn’s door and when no answer came, she slide the letter under the door. Raeyn would find it’s simple message when she came back to her quarters.

Raeyn, my Sedai,

I have found a place that welcomes me. I will continue my work here.

Matalina

*****

Two weeks later a package was left for Raeyn, a journal and another letter.

Dear Ma’am

I regret to inform you that I have found someone of your employ, I’m assuming as they were carrying a journal addressed to you. I have found a woman with dark hair and dark eyes dead on the side of the road. There wasn’t much left to identify her with, other than the things in her pack that the brigands apparently didn’t think they could sell. It’s been known for some time that 20 to 30 bandits roam these roads and take the lives of those they find helpless. I am sorry for your loss but felt it was in your best interest to know of her death, and to return the journals in which I have no need of.

***** Warder’s Yard board *****

A Time to Mourn (attn: Reikan)

It had been two years since Matalina had left Jeffery Kincaid and Fawne to the care of their father and Reikan. Jeffery Kincaid had grown considerably and was still working diligently under Reikan when a package arrived for the Master at Arms. The handwriting wasn’t something Jeffery Kincaid recognized and wondered if Reikan was expecting something.

He placed the package on the top of Reikan’s inbox as Reikan walked in the door. Jeffery Kincaid smiled and turned to him. “A package arrived for you.” He picked it up and handed it to Reikan.

Reikan nodded and opened the package – a journal and a letter fell out. Jeffery Kincaid turned to leave and return to his duties as Reikan opened the letter.

Dear Sir

I regret to inform you that I have found someone of your employ, I’m assuming as they were carrying a journal addressed to you. I have found a woman with dark hair and dark eyes dead on the side of the road. There wasn’t much left to identify her with, other than the things in her pack that the brigands apparently didn’t think they could sell. It’s been known for some time that 20 to 30 bandits roam these roads and take the lives of those they find helpless. I am sorry for your loss but felt it was in your best interest to know of her death, and to return the journals in which I have no need of.

*****

Dragon Hunting

Published on September 30, 2015

First Public Writing

Published on September 30, 2015