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  Halls of Light

  The Mageborn Saga, Volume 3

  Dayne Edmondson

  Published by Dark Star Publishing, 2019.

  While every precaution has been taken in the preparation of this book, the publisher assumes no responsibility for errors or omissions, or for damages resulting from the use of the information contained herein.

  HALLS OF LIGHT

  First edition. May 30, 2019.

  Copyright © 2019 Dayne Edmondson.

  ISBN: 978-1386706595

  Written by Dayne Edmondson.

  Also by Dayne Edmondson

  Schooled in Sorcery

  Ascended into Magic

  The Dark Tide Trilogy

  Emergence

  Eclipse

  Ruin

  The Mageborn Saga

  Mageborn

  The Cursed Tower

  Halls of Light

  The Magical Madelyn Mayfield

  Madelyn and the Unicorn Beach

  The Seven Stars Universe

  Ghost Ranger

  Space Commando

  The Shadow Trilogy

  Blood and Shadows

  Time of Shadows

  Shadows Fall

  Standalone

  The Complete Dark Tide Trilogy

  The Complete Shadow Trilogy

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Also By Dayne Edmondson

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

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  Prologue

  Zerrecia knelt. Before him, the darkness coalesced into a face, hidden by a hood. “Master.”

  His master, Valdorf, glared down at him in silence for several long moments, only his red eyes visible in the darkness. Zerrecia did not squirm, however. He knew any sign of impatience or weakness could spell his end. Many a servant of the dark lord had died from such weakness.

  “You failed.” It was not a question. He might as well have been saying the sun had risen that morning. Not that it had been a foregone conclusion like the sun rising, but it was an observation, nothing more. That chilled Zerrecia more than if Valdorf had yelled.

  Resisting the urge to swallow to steel his nerves, Zerrecia retained eye contact and spoke in a calm, measured tone. “Yes, master. Our plan failed.”

  “Your plan,” Valdorf corrected. “You insisted in designing the plan and the failure is upon your shoulders.”

  “Of course,” Zerrecia replied smoothly. “I meant no offense.”

  “Do not grovel,” Valdorf snapped.

  Zerrecia did not reply to the command. Such supplication could be taken as groveling. Instead, he continued. “There are other opportunities, my master. Other plans in motion that may yet prove fruitful.”

  “You assume I will let you live long enough to see those plans bear fruit. We lost the element of surprise with your ill-guided attack.” He made no mention of the lives of the cultists they’d also lost. Zerrecia had long ago learned his master did not value human life. And truly, he didn’t blame him. Humans were frail, weak things, existing for a fleeting moment in the face of eternity. Their god, though, the true god, Rae’Shela, was eternal. He would show them the way, if they only did his bidding.

  Zerrecia did not protest. He did not look away. He did not twitch. “I live to serve and await my death if that is your will.” Truth be told, he was not afraid to die. He knew his god awaited him beyond the veil. He hoped his confidence showed on his face.

  It must have, for his master did not strike him down where he stood. There in the shadow chamber the barrier between the real world and the shadow realm was thin, almost non-existent. His master could reach out, with his mind if not with his hands, and snuff the life out of Zerrecia in any number of ways. “The children who stopped you,” he said the word “children” with a sneer, “who are they?”

  “I do not know for sure, master. Four of them we encountered in the woods when they were on their way to the Tower. They were in the company of an arch mage of the Tower.”

  “Yes, the two who held the Staff of Agamar. Who destroyed it?” Another failure of Zerrecia’s.

  “The very same, master. There was also the daughter of two Eternals there. Isabelle.”

  “Yes,” he hissed. “I met the child in the shadow realm. If not for her mother I would have been free right now.” He paused, as if musing some deep thought. Then his eyes re-focused and he jabbed a finger at Zerrecia. “Your new plans will take these children into account?”

  “They will, Master. We will neutralize the threat they pose to our plans; I assure you.”

  “Do not give me assurances,” Valdorf said in a low, deadly voice. “Give me results. Fail me again, and you will find yourself being replaced.”

  “I will not fail you.”

  “Go forth and let chaos reign.” The shadowy image of his master faded to mist and then to nothingness. Only then did Zerrecia allow himself to take a deep sigh. He looked around to make sure that none of his underlings saw his moment of weakness, but none had dared follow him into the shadow chamber, likely for fear that Valdorf would take his wrath out on them as well as Zerrecia.

  “I will not fail,” he repeated to the nothingness before him. Whether he was talking to Rae’Shela or himself, he didn’t know.

  Chapter 1

  “How did you do?” Kylie asked.

  Emma swiped at the sweat slicking her brow before looking at her friend and shrugging. “I think I did okay. I might have confused the First and Second Selucian Wars, but hopefully he won’t mark me down too much for that.”

  “And you killed it in offensive and defensive magic,” Ethan chimed in. “Who cares about history?”

  “Those who don’t learn from history are doomed to repeat it,” Emma said, quoting a phrase their mother used to say.

  Ethan shrugged. “Does it really matter who died in what war?”

  “It matters why the wars started,” Emma pointed out. “Because then future generations,” she gestured to herself and the other four people occupying her table, “can learn from the mistakes of the past and not fight pointless wars.”

  Isabelle snorted. “You really think we can stop war?”

  “I said pointless wars. I think we could stop pointless wars where one party is offended at another party and start calling their banners before their cheeks have returned to their normal color.”

  “Farmers don’t start wars,” Richard pointed out. “Nobles could learn a few things from farmers.”

  “Yeah, like how to work with their hands,” Ethan said.

  “What do you know about working with your hands?” Emma asked her brother sharply.

  “Mom was a blacksmith,” he said, as if it should have been obvious.

  “And you worked with your hands in her shop?” She knew the answer.

  “Well, no, but I know the concept.”

  “Sounds like it’s not just nobles that could learn from farmers,” Richard jibed.
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  “Well, I have all summer to learn from you, oh wise master,” he said, half-bowing in his seat.

  Emma pressed her lips together, fighting back another angry comment about her brother leaving her. It’s just for the summer, she reminded herself. And they had invited her too. But visiting a farm wasn’t her idea of a fun summer break.

  “Try being a sailor,” Isabelle said. “Ship bucking beneath you in rough waters while you’re trying to hoist the rigging and stay on the damn ship.”

  “No thanks,” Ethan said, holding his hands up. “One adventure at a time.”

  It was Emma’s turn to snort. “As if the last year has been anything but one adventure at a time.”

  “The last six months have been quiet,” Kylie pointed out.

  “True,” Emma conceded. In the wake of the devastating attack on the Tower things had returned to some semblance of normal, with students resuming class and repairs being affected in short order. She sighed at the memory of their experiences. In less than a year they’d learned they had magic, been all but exiled from their home town due to bigotry and kidnapped on the journey to the place they would be trained in using magic. Then they’d become involved in a plot involving insurrection within the Tower itself and barely managed to stop it before more lives were lost. Not exactly an uninteresting life, to be sure, but not one Emma was keen to continue living. She liked peace and quiet. “Are you still going on the ship, Isabelle?” Time to change the subject.

  Isabelle nodded. “Yes. My mother wants to continue my shadow walking training. She says I have a lot to learn and a lot to get caught up on and little time.”

  “Little time until what?” Ethan asked.

  Isabelle shrugged. “Maybe she knows something that she’s not telling me.”

  “An assassin being secretive? Unbelievable,” Ethan proclaimed in mock shock.

  “Former assassin,” Isabelle corrected for what Emma knew was probably the thousandth time since arriving in Tar Ebon. Yes, her mother was not technically an assassin any longer, but she was still the deadliest woman, the deadliest person, Emma had ever seen. At least in martial combat. When it came to magic, Alivia was quite formidable and might have the shadow walker beat in a straight fight. Until Bridgette appears behind Alivia and slits her throat.

  “What about you?” Emma asked Kylie. “Are you staying in Tar Ebon?”

  Kylie looked down for a moment and her cheeks flushed. “Yes. Caleb and I broke up.”

  “Pfft, that guy was a jerk anyway,” Ethan said, waving away the boy as if swatting away a fly. “You can do way better.”

  Like you? Emma wondered. Ethan hadn’t shown much interest in the coven refugee over the past school year but, then again, they’d faced death twice and that tended to bond people. The thought of her brother and one of her best friends courting made Emma want to alternate laughing and crying. “Plenty of other fish in the sea,” she offered in way of support for her friend. It was a phrase her mother had used when Emma and her own first crush, Dale, stopped being friends at thirteen. Emma had been devastated at the time.

  “Besides, you want to finish your schooling before you settle down, don’t you?” Richard asked. He was one to talk, with the way he and Melissa went at each other in shadowed corners when they thought others weren’t looking. She was even going on the trip to his family’s farm with him and Ethan. She’d have been there at their table if not for her defensive magic exam. Maybe his definition of settling down and mine are different.

  Kylie shrugged again. “I don’t know. I did okay in my classes, but my marks weren’t great. My adviser suggested I take maybe one more year and decide on a profession outside the Tower.”

  Emma winced, then tried to smooth her face and coughed to hide her expression. Being “advised” to take a profession outside the Tower, outside of the magical community, was like saying you would be a poor mage and would never make it in the world. It wasn’t exactly rude, especially since advisers were supposed to tell their charges the hard truths, but it could be embarrassing for the student. “Well, you like herbalism anyway,” she began, “you could go to any village in the Federation and be the best medicine woman in the town.”

  “And settle down and marry a blacksmith or farmer or something,” Richard put in.

  Isabelle rolled her eyes but, in a surprising show of restraint, did not speak. Emma had no doubt it would have been something sarcastic.

  Kylie sighed. “You’re right.” Still, the energy from earlier was gone, replaced with something else. Perhaps resignation?

  “What about you, Emma?” Ethan asked. “You and your boyfriend.”

  Emma rolled her eyes. She’d been expecting the jab. “Frederik and I are just friends.” It was mostly true. They hadn’t gone beyond kissing a little, and far less than Melissa and Richard.

  “Is he going to stay in Tar Ebon with you?”

  “No. He’s going back to his family’s estate.”

  “And didn’t invite her,” Isabelle chimed in. There came the jab, late but never absent.

  “We barely know each other,” Emma protested. “And he’s of a much higher station than I am.”

  “I don’t understand why station matters so much,” her brother pressed. “So what if you want to marry the son of a duke or count or whatever?”

  “It’s about what each marrying party’s family brings to the equation, though,” Kylie pointed out as if living in a sheltered coven for most of her life had given her some great insight into the workings of Tar Ebon’s elite ruling class. Perhaps she had paid more attention in political classes than Emma had.

  “Our mother is a famous blacksmith of world renown. That’s not good enough?” He sounded hurt.

  “It’s all right,” Emma said, wanting to put the issue to bed for the day. “I don’t think I would like it in the south anyways. Way too hot.”

  “So instead you’ll just sit in the Tower and study all summer long?”

  “Studying is important,” Emma pointed out. She didn’t intend for her adviser to tell her to choose a profession outside of the Tower. She dreamed of being a professor one day. She would never tell her friends that, though, unless she wanted to be made fun of.

  “So is having a break. That’s why they call it summer break.”

  “It’s more of a break for the professors,” Richard commented. “I swear at least one professor wanted to murder the entire class by the end of the year.”

  “And professors I didn’t even have wanted to murder me,” Ethan said, puffing his chest up with pride.

  Emma shook her head, wryly amused. Indeed, her brother’s reputation had spread throughout the Tower. So much that almost every professor they passed eyed him with suspicion, as if expecting a practical joke to emerge from his hands at any moment. How he still managed to prank the other students boggled her mind.

  “I’m more of a home body anyway,” Emma went on. Or so I keep telling myself to avoid thinking about why Frederik didn’t invite me to go to his estate with him. Maybe he didn’t want to make me uncomfortable. The truth of the matter was she liked him but didn’t know yet if she loved him. Would their romance retain its heat through the summer months, or would it cool by autumn? Do I really want to know the answer? What are the odds we’ll stay together?

  Would you care for me to provide you with an educated guess of your odds of remaining in a relationship after three months apart? I can factor in hormone levels, distance, percentage of time absent, experiences with additional attractive members of the opposite sex and seventeen other variables.

  Emma shook her head wordlessly at her NIA’s offer of help. No, Shadow, I don’t need that. It either will survive or it won’t. Knowing the odds won’t change things.

  On the contrary, m’lady, knowing the odds...

  No, Shadow. Not now. She feared if the neurological interface assistant implanted in her head kept speaking to her she would start to cry. Even now tears were brimming in her eyes and she blinked quickly.
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  If anyone noticed her silent conversation, they made no mention of it. Her brother and Isabelle also possessed implants, while Richard and Kylie did not. Those two knew about the implants in an abstract way - Emma had told them after the attack on the Tower - but they didn’t truly understand it. How could they fully understand an entity inside their head thinking thoughts different than their own, in a strange way no human would?

  “I have to go,” she said, before anyone else could speak. “Alivia wants to speak with me.”

  “What does she want?” Kylie asked. Was the girl jealous?

  “She didn’t say. She just asked me to be to her office by one.” She rose. Tomorrow was the day. “Safe travels, Richard and Ethan. Give my best to Melissa. Isabelle, don’t die,” she smiled at her wit. “And Kylie, you’re welcome to join me in the library any time.”

  “Likewise, you’re welcome to join me on the city streets,” she retorted.

  “Oooh, you can be cutthroats together,” Ethan cut in.

  Kylie glared daggers at Ethan, evaporating any belief in Emma’s mind of the two ever getting together. “I want an herbalist apprenticeship over the summer. Emma could come with me.”

  Emma resisted the urge to scrunch her nose up at the idea of pummeling herbs to make potions or brews or whatnot. She just smiled as she turned to leave.

  “What, no hug for your brother?”

  Emma half-turned, then smacked her butt. “You know how to reach me if you want to say hi. I don’t think I’ll ever be rid of you.”

  He affected a wounded stance, one hand over his heart. “You wound me.”

  Emma snorted and left the room. She didn’t know what Alivia wanted, the day before school let out for the summer, but she hoped it wasn’t bad.

  Chapter 2

  Emma opened the door to Alivia’s office, revealing the arch mage seated behind her desk, studying multiple sheets of parchment, while a black and white map lay unfurled before her. She looked up and smiled at seeing her. “Emma, come in, come in.” She beckoned with one of the sheets she’d been reviewing.