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  • A Thousand Years of Hope Ch 13-1

    Anit Izuna returned to the Ekho Realm in a state of annoyance. The goddess of earth, Eren, left her with a bitter taste in her mouth. Eren’s words a pile of salt spread over her unhealed cuts. Tani’s predicament in the mortal realm always left Anit feeling incapable.

    She stood in the back gardens at the fox clan’s log house and stared at the thousands of apple trees she had planted these last thousand years. Thinking of Tani stuck in the mortal realm, unable to visit the Ekho Realm, or discover the extent of his abilities ate at her. Yes, she was the reason he was in the mortal realm to begin with, but in time, she would have returned him here. He was the next Fox Lord. His latent power greater than hers, even greater than her father, Nua Izuna.

    Tani was a nine-tailed fox at five hundred years of age. He was also blessed with Sunu’s gifts. In time, Tani would be capable of uniting the two clans and holding them together, becoming an everlasting Emperor. She hoped his reign would reduce the inequalities caused by the Immortal Clan’s absolute control of the Palladium Gates. Sahdrina was a just guardian, but she was still affiliated to the Immortal Clan.

    Shaking her head, Anit moved to the worktable laden with tools and sat on the bench. She shifted a few tools aside and paused when her hand touched the pot holding an Elderwood sapling. Tani’s shining eyes filled her mind’s eye.

    “You still can’t look at me.”

    Anit shuddered at the memory of Tani’s accusation and frowned at the Elderwood plant.

    Yes, Tani had inherited his father’s eyes, even his power presented in the same way as the Immortal Lord. She worried Tani would make a better Immortal Lord than a Fox Lord. Then his grudge against her grew, and she found a lot of herself in him. It was sad that she only managed to give him the bad parts of her soul.

    Now all she could think about was the ending of his calamity. She would know what to do for him, if he moved back to the Ekho Realm.

    She would have a chance to make it up to Tani.

    Shaking her head again, she stared at the Elderwood plant. She could not look at Tani’s eyes because they reminded her of her impossible love for Sunu Ryuzo. The most powerful Ekho in their realm. The man who saved her from an unprecedented misfortune. The father of her son. The one who kept half her soul safe, while she kept his. They were mated and separate.

    She let out a soft breath and closed her eyes when the constant pain of losing Sunu shifted in her heart, like an old friend. It should have eased in the two thousand years and change they had been apart. It should have, but the pain remained, grew and refined itself with every passing moment. She sometimes wished Sunu had not found her in the Zona Forest the night he saved her. They would have avoided this pain, but then…she opened her eyes and touched the petal of the small Elderwood plant. Without Sunu, she would never have gotten and loved their son, Tani.

    The memory of her first meeting with Sunu filled her mind, her thoughts lingering on the thick branches that had wrapped around her promising to squeeze life out of her. Sunu saved her but she never stopped to think of why she would be in such a position. So blinded by her love for Sunu, she had ignored the matter for some time.

    “Nela Bao,” Anit said.

    Nela appeared behind Anit. She was her most illustrious and loyal defender. She was the strongest in the Bao Sentinel Branch. The one who protected the oldest and the head of the sentinel branch. Nela was Anit’s confidant.

    “Lady Izuna, welcome back home,” Nela said in greeting.

    The only way Nela would know she wasn’t in, was if she had come looking for Anit earlier.

    “How is Gralia?” Anit asked, of the lands the Fox Clan called home.

    “The clan lands are calm,” Nela said. “Our capital city, Taesi, is sufficiently managed. The Inter Clan Court is commencing tomorrow for a period of thirty days to handle matters brought forward by the many ministries. They asked me to seek your attendance.”

    Anit nodded her agreement, caressing a delicate leaf on the Elderwood sapling before her.

    “As you make arrangements for my attendance, know that Amu will come to you for assistance,” Anit said, thinking about her brother, her son’s keeper. She wished she could have half her brother’s sense of justice. “Afford him anything he asks.”

    “Yes, Lady Izuna,” Nela said.

    “Is there anything else?” Anit asked, knowing Nela would not come looking for her for something as small as attending court. A note to the log house would have worked just fine.

    “My uncle asked me to convey a message,” Nela said, her tone hesitant. “I do not agree with it, but he is the head of our Bao Sentinel Branch. I am obligated to bring the message in confidence.”

    “What is his concern?” Anit asked, shifting so that she could look at Nela.

    “The Anael Sentinel Branch has been making unusual moves,” Nela said. “Our Bao has noted that the branch has retained the same man as head of the branch for nearly one thousand years. It is unknown the reason why it should be so when your office has mandated sentinel heads change every three years. Of late, those opposed to the continued reign of the same Anael leader have gone missing in mysterious ways. Their disappearances are tied to illness and/or accidents. My uncle is concerned.”

    “Why are you not concerned?” Anit asked, narrowing her gaze on Nela.

    “I believe the five sentinel branches have a right to run their houses as they see fit,” Nela said. “Our House of Bao has had the same head depending on strength and wisdom as guidance. We cannot dictate how the others choose to live.”

    “Hm,” Anit frowned and returned her attention to the Elderwood sapling.

    Eren’s suspicions about Kara ot in the Mortal Realm filled her head, and she bit back a soft curse. Mention of a problem among her highest graded officers made her unsure. She hated strife within her ranks most.

    “You are right but so is your uncle, Nela. A thousand years is too long for a Sentinel Branch Master. My father dictated a three-year term for each one. Someone has gone to great effort to keep the status of Anael’s current leader hidden from me. The Bao Sentinel Branch changes leaders depending on health and leadership capacity, even with your privilege of family. You house has had a hundred leaders in one thousand years. Your uncle is right to be suspicious of such unusual behavior. Your Bao branch shall investigate further. Tell your uncle he has my support.”

    “Understood, Lady Izuna,” Nela said with a swift nod.

    “Before you go, I have a task for you. The memory of the day I met Sunu is plaguing me,” Anit said, closing her eyes.

    She could picture the moment very clearly, as though it happened last night.

    “I was at a disadvantage three thousand and three hundred years ago. It was the first time it ever happened to me, but then I met Sunu and got distracted. I have always thought the goddess of fertility caused my misfortune in the Zona Forest. I thought it was the Immortal Clan weaving a plot for the sake of their future heir. Still, I cannot forget my misfortune.”

    “What was your misfortune, Lady Izuna?” Nari asked.

    “What was it indeed?” Anit sifted through her memories, searching for the moment when she felt Sunu’s power sing to hers for the first time. “It was triggered by a call for help from a desperate fox in the Zona Forest. Our fox clan lands share the forest with the immortal clan lands. The cry for help was unusual. You see, I felt the fox’s pain as though it were my own. When I arrived in the Zona Forest, all I remember is the strength of thick vines wrapping around me with a force I could not break. They were heavy with malice. I could not break them without Sunu’s help.”

    “Are you saying it was an attack?” Nela asked her eyes wide with shock.

    “Perhaps,” Anit said, with a frown. “Why have I not thought about this misfortune all these years? Perhaps being in Tani’s Elderwood triggered the memory. Seeing his pain or is it mine…”

    Anit trailed off, thinking about Tani’s disappointed gaze when he looked at her. The tilt of his head when she moved away from him at the sight of his eyes. The way he left his home, his sanctuary, because she was there. All of it was too much to bear. The pain should have triggered the memory.

    “It’s been a long time since I was in the Zona Forest,” Anit murmured. “I do not know what you will find, but I want to know what triggered those branches. The Immortal Lord bestowed good fortune upon them. They will have survived all this while. Trace the source of their malice.”

    “I will, Lady Izuna.”

    “Keep what you discover between us,” Anit said. “I will protect your mind from your uncle.”

    Nela gave Anit a short bow and shimmered out of the apple garden.

    Anit let out a soft sigh, and stood up, picking up the pot holding the Elderwood sapling. She headed toward the log house. She would find a place for it in the garden she kept in the middle of the log house. It was time to think of how she would heal the rift between her and Tani. She wanted him to return to his rightful place and learn how to smile without pain in his eyes.

    ****

    The Anael Sentinel Branch was third on the rank of importance to the Fox Clan’s log house. They handled policing of Gralia, with their efforts concentrated on the capital city, Taesi.

    The head of Anael was named Zal. His last name was not mentioned often, because it was similar to Lady Izuna, the Fox Goddess. No one wanted to call him Lord Izuna, it would seem as though he was married to Anit. No one wanted to bear the consequences of the insult. This was Zal’s greatest annoyance. Why? No one had ever stopped to wonder why his last name was Izuna too.

    Zal Izuna stared at a painting of Anit, the most powerful fox in their clan, a mix of envy and awe swirling inside him.

    Anit was three hundred and sixty thousand years old. He still could not believe she was ten thousand years his junior. She was the daughter of the previous Fox Lord, Nua Izuna. Nua gave her the right to succeed his leadership of the Fox Clan on the day Anit accumulated enough power to became a nine-tailed fox. She was one thousand years old. Already deemed remarkable and extraordinary by their clan’s elders.

    Most foxes in the clan only gained four tails at the most through their long lifetime. The more tails a fox had, the stronger it was. It took most of them tens of thousands of years to gain each one. Unless they were Anit or Amu, who was Anit’s younger brother. Amu had seven tails.

    Amu was three hundred and fifty-seven thousand years old, just three years younger than Anit.

    Compared to his extraordinary half-siblings, Zal had only managed to gain three tails in his three hundred and seventy thousand years of life. He was older than Anit and Amu by ten thousand years. He still could not measure up to them. Their difference in power was too clear.

    Anit and Amu were levels apart, which was probably why their father, Nua Izuna, had dismissed him as a mere servant of the people.

    The Ekho Realm’s fox clan was old and filled with troublesome and powerful magik. Bloodlines determined the weight and size of the magik, so the trouble always started with a fox’s lineage.

    Zal had spent tens of thousands of years studying why his power could never reach Anit’s level. It turns out his bloodline was his greatest weakness. To be Anit, he would need to be born of two powerful fox parents.

    Anit was born of the previous Fox Lord, Nua Izuna, and his beloved, Meljean. Meljean’s bloodline was as old as Nua’s family. Her ancestors had ties to powerful fox lords and goddesses long lost to the Ekho Realm’s timeline. Nua and Meljean’s powerful bloodline created Anit.

    There was no way to beat her strength. Thanks to her age, and her bloodline’s ability to accumulate power, she had joined the ranks of one of the most powerful Ekho in the realm, second only to the Immortal Lord, Sunu who was over four hundred thousand years old.

    Zal had no information on Sunu Ryuzo’s real age. The Immortal Clan kept his secrets well hidden.

    No one in the fox clan could beat Anit’s power. Well…perhaps there was one.

    Anit’s son, Tani Ryuzo. Another Ekho blessed with luck and infinite good karma. He was prime pedigree.

    What was it like to have the Immortal Lord as a father? Zal wondered with a wince.

    Zal hated the envy burning inside him. It was constant, unwavering. There was nothing to do for it but tend to the fire. He could at least console himself with the fact that he could call Nua Izuna his father.

    “Lord Zal.”

    “Yes?”

    Zal turned to look at the woman standing a few feet away. She was Tara, the vice head of the Anael Sentinel Branch. She rose up the ranks next to him. Now that he was the head, she worked right beside him as the vice. They had held same position for the past thousand years. With careful orchestration and iron will.

    “The Inter Clan Court has noticed Shugo’s disappearance. I’m afraid we have not been able to keep our movements as quiet this time. Election season at Aniel is approaching. We will have a few eyes on us. The Inter Clan Court is expected to convene tomorrow. What should we do?” Tara said.

    “Any word from the Mortal Realm?” Zal asked.

    “No,” Tara said. “There has been no tragedy with the mortal. Perhaps Lua is late making the delivery of black weed. I’ve met the Dragon clan’s Aero. He always has news of the hybrid Ryuzo. There has been nothing to report on Ryuzo’s return to the Ekho Realm. The mortal is living in his family home with no indication of returning to the Americas.”

    “Something’s shifted,” Zal said, with a frown. He had planned so carefully. Tani’s beloved always chose the mortal woman. If he refused to return to Viola, then the mortal would die at the hands of Lua. “Where is Lua?”

    “Our people have not been able to reach him these days. It looks like he has gone into hiding. I will ask Aero to find him,” Tara said.

    “Interesting,” Zal said, his frown fading. “Lua is quite shameless and hardly worries about being caught. Something must have happened if he is in hiding. Has someone noticed my plan?”

    “There is no indication,” Tara said. “The first to respond to suspicion would be the House of Bao. They are running as usual. The Fox Goddess has made no mention, and no sentinels have come by order of the Inter Clan Court.”

    “You are right,” Zal nodded, and let out a sigh. “I can’t wait for this to end. I was hoping a fight in the mortal realm for the mortal’s soul would occupy the clan for a time. Now, we must create a distraction of our own. Tell Aero to help find Lua. If he cannot find him, Aero will have to use the black weed spear himself if he wants to stay out of the Septum’s radar.”

    “I’ll send him a message,” Tara said.

    “Do it fast,” Zal said. “We need a commotion to distract them from our Anael House and what we’re working to achieve.”

    “I’ll take care of it, Lord Zal.”

    Zal watched Tara leave, and then turned to the portrait of Anit. His thoughts returning to the father he shared with Anit, and a past he wished was different.

    The previous Fox Lord, Nua Izuna was no saint, though the fox clan would fight Zal on the mere thought. Nua was a powerful man with a wandering eye before he mated Meljean. He dallied with women from the lesser fox clans often.

    One of those women was named Dran.

    Dran had enough power to keep her beauty, and run a cheerful inn in the picturesque district of Waterside Cross. Waterside Cross was found in the lower lands of Gralia, near the beach. Dran never dreamed of entering the Fox Clan’s great Log House hidden in the mystical Yesserin Mountain. No, she was happy with her life at Waterside Cross.

    When Nua spent two months at Dran’s family inn to fulfill a peacekeeping mission with the ocean folk in the lower lands, Dran grew infatuated with him. Though she knew Nua felt nothing for her, even as he spent time with her, her foolish heart could not resist his advances and she soon conceived.

    Two months ended too fast, and Nua soon left Waterside Cross.

    Dran asked nothing of him, though Nua presented her with a large chest filled with precious jewels to pave her way. They never met again. Nua returned to his life as the Fox Lord, and was soon after mated to Meljean, Anit and Amu’s mother.

    Dran gave birth to her child, a fat son she loved with all her heart. She was happy that he was born from Nua, but that was the extent of her ambition. She named her boy Zal and raised him in the small district of Waterside Cross. When her parents passed on, she took over the family inn.

    In time, Dran hoped Zal would do the same when it was her time to move on.

    Zal frowned thinking of his mother.

    Dran never understood his need for more. Not when he asked her if he could meet his father. Not even when Zal left Waterside Cross in search of his father. He could still picture her frown as she watched him board the magik coach to the capital city, Taesi.

    Zal moved from his mother’s small town to Taesi at the age of five thousand years. Ambition gripped him tight, fueled by the need to find and meet his Fox Lord father.

    Taesi was the capital city of Gralia, the Fox Clan Land.

    It was where all foxes who wanted more in the realm gravitated. Where the Inter Clan Court stood, and souls from the lesser clans came to stay and find work. Taesi was both majestic and pitiful, depending on which end of the city one ended up. There was good and bad luck, good fortune and bad. There were wealthy families and poor families, and some in between. All living in the grand city ruled under the Inter Clan Court, governed by the Fox Lord, Nua Izuna at the time.

    Zal arrived in Taesi in time to see the grand celebration arranged by the Inter Clan Court for his father’s marriage to Meljean. It was soon clear that to meet Nua, Zal needed power, or a connection to a powerful lord who could enter the sacred Yesserin Mountain.

    His grand wish looked impossible at the time.

    Zal made use of the precious jewels from his father to buy a modest house in the capital, and enroll into one of Taesi’s prestigious academies. His goal was to become a scholar and gain a place working under one of the Inter Clan Court’s many ministries.

    The Inter Clan Court ran Gralia’s main government. It handled finances, education, construction and works, medicine, magik registration and governance, and so forth. The court then answered to The Five Sentinel Branches.

    These Five Sentinel Branches were responsible for keeping the peace and mediated issues in the Inter Clan Court. The Five Sentinels were the closest post to the Fox Clan’s Log House. They had legitimate access to Yesserin Mountain.

    Ambitious foxes aspired to work in one of the Five Sentinel Branches. They were Sandu, Amyntas, Anael, Reima, and Bao. The Five Sentinels were considered guardians of the fox clan. They trained armies, policing sentinels, and managed border patrols. The sentinels provided relief when environmental events occurred. They fought wars when other clans challenged the fox clan boundaries.

    The Fox Clan’s Log House used their forces to accomplish tasks, as needed.

    The heads of these branches reported to the Fox Lord directly. Any capable fox could ascend to the leadership ranks in the Five Sentinel Branches. At some point before Zal, the Fox Lord insisted on three-year tenures for the top rank.

    With the exception of the House of Bao. Bao leaned heavily on family tradition, and the head was the oldest member in the family, supported by the strongest member of the family.

    Zal learned and memorized the hierarchy of power and forged a path to the Five Sentinel Branches. He studied hard and graduated with respectable scores. He made good friends with some of the plebes from elite families in his academy, so he managed a first placement into the Registry Department. From there, he worked his way up to the higher offices of the Inter Clan Court.

    It took him five thousand years to find a position affiliated to the Anael Sentinel Branch. It was a branch tasked with creating policing agents in the city, investigating cases, collecting and archiving information, and passing forward concerns to the Fox Log House.

    When Zal turned ten thousand years of age, Meljean gave birth to Anit.

    Zal had just qualified as a sixth level government official. He joined the Anael Sentinel Branch and became an inspector tasked with investigating cases brought forward by the Inter Clan Court.

    Days before Anit’s birth, Zal met Nua Izuna. It was the day he received his rank badge at the Fox Log House. The memory etched in his heart forever. His father might have left the leadership of the clan and moved on to traverse the realms ages ago, but Zal remembered him with clear memory.

    Nua stood at almost seven feet tall. He was strong, his body forged of hard muscle. Nua was dressed in a black sleeveless long tunic, dark breeches, and his feet in heavy dark boots. He wore his red haircut short, save for a long braid at the back that reminded Zal of a tail. His arms were thick with muscle as he crossed them against his chest.

    He stood on a short dais waiting to receive the new inspectors and hand them badges in preparation for work in the five sentinel branches. His sharp green gaze missed nothing.

    Zal remembered Nua’s presence engulfing the large hall. His power felt large enough to suffocate a roomful of mortals. It was easy to see how this man had suppressed the dragon clan’s fire during their last boundary dispute. The dragon clan dared not start another fight against the Fox Clan. Gralia’s borders were now secure.

    Each of the new inspectors stepped up to Nua, said their name and current rank. When it was Zal’s turn, he could barely get his name out as he faced his father.

    “What is your name?” Nua asked.

    “Z-zal.”

    “Last name?” Nua asked.

    “My mother did not dare give me my father’s last name,” Zal said, holding Nua’s green gaze with some trepidation.

    “She is a wise woman. I feel your blood calling to mine,” Nua said, stepping closer to Zal. He dropped his arms to his sides and leaned in closer to look into Zal’s blue eyes. “The blood is there, but not the power. I remember your mother. She is Dran. She remains a kind and sweet soul. I’m glad she has you to keep her company and look after her. Be good to her.”

    Nua stepped back.

    “You shall be Zal Izuna,” Nua said. “A son given to the clan, to work with them and live among them. Dran has raised you well if you have chosen to serve in the Five Sentinel Branches. May you find fulfillment among your equals.”

    Zal started to protest his father’s swift conclusion. He had hoped Nua would see more in him, but his father had already moved on to the next inspector.

    Zal scoffed at the memory of Nua smiling at the next inspector on the same line. Having dismissed Zal and moved on with a single nod. The encounter remained etched in his brain. It was the first and last time he met Nua Izuna. He never got another chance. Nua abdicated his position to Anit when she was ten thousand years old, and went on a pilgrimage with his dear mate Meljean. Zal did not know where he was now.

    Nua looked at him once and deemed him unworthy of entering the Fox Clan’s mystic Log House. Instead, he was only good enough to join ranks with those in the Five Sentinel Branch.

    Zal let out a soft sigh as he studied Anit’s portrait now.

    The painting on the high wall was one of the many found in the capital city, Taesi. They were in memorial halls, in the Inter Clan Court halls, in small shops and large ones. Every fox in the realm knew what Anit Izuna looked like, gave her respect at the mention of her name. They thought her a deity, placed in Gralia to guard the fox clan with her life. They expected her son to take over when he was old enough.

    Zal hoped to change that expectation in time. He bit his bottom lip to stop his smile at the thought of his coming triumph.

    The only weakness Anit had was in the mortal realm and named Tani Ryuzo. The son she could not control. A son Zal helped her abandon for nearly three thousand years now. His plans were developed quite well thanks to Anit’s unique flaw of holding a lasting grudge.

    If his plan were to play out right, Tani Ryuzo would end up in the Citadel in the Immortal Clan, or in the god of calamity’s domain. He would be too broken with loss to think of his birthright for centuries, and Anit would have no heir to take on the fox clan.

    Amu had long abandoned the ruling of the clan. Zal would be the only option left to take over from Anit. Anit would have no choice but to turn to him to take over leadership. He dreamed every night of entering the Fox Clan’s Log House as its master.

    Zal could not stop his smile as he looked up at Anit.

    “You’ll have no choice but to reach out to me, Fox Goddess,” Zal said with a small chuckle. “I will be the only relative you can turn to. Wait for me.”

    ****

    Sunu Ryuzo stood at the largest waterfall in the Citadel thinking about the night he met Anit. The memory lingered in his thoughts. Triggered by his strained bond to Anit. She had to be thinking about the past too.

    When Sunu first met Anit, he had thought the incident a machination of the Fertility Goddess. Helia was known to encourage love matches among those in the Septum. To ensure stability of their court, and make sure the Immortal Lord had an heir.

    Yet, the sinister way he found Anit would not have been Helia’s style.

    Sunu saved Anit’s life. He should not have needed to; she was strong enough on her own, that he had needed to save her made him pause. Closing his eyes, his memory returned to three thousand and three hundred years ago, on a moonlit night.

    Sunu walked in the Zona Forest after a grueling day of subduing disagreements between the god of air, Mizian, and Rianon of the water. Their fight had caused a major flooding event in a village in the mortal world. Sunu was not looking forward to Cale’s report on casualties in the Mortal Realm. It would be long and tedious trying to restore balance and push out misfortune in the village.

    Sunu walked through thick vibrant bushes, hidden under tall canopies. Birds chirped in their nests, the forest alive in the afternoon light. Sunu loved the rhythm of life pulsing in the thick wilderness. A thick vine slithered on the forest ground, brushing over Sunu’s dark boots. He glanced down, and the leaves of the thick bushes around him shifted away to show him the branches path.

    His long dark tunic caught on pine needles. He swept his hand to free the pine needles and a chameleon jumped on his dark sleeve.

    Sunu chuckled and touched the chameleon’s head. It changed colors from a muted green to match his dark tunic. Sunu changed the color of his tunic to a dark green and grinned when the chameleon stared at him with its large eyes and promptly turned back to its green color. Sunu returned the chameleon to a sturdier branch, his attention returning to the slithering branches on the forest floor.

    The branches were fast crawling in the thick foliage.

    Sunu followed them out of curiosity and found a thick cocoon made of thick vines wrapped around a body. All he could see between the branches was deep red hair. Surprised, Sunu reached for the closest branch, even as the rest tightened, strangling the person wrapped deep inside.

    Sunu frowned when the branches ignored his touch, and did not stop their task. It was rare. It meant the branches were under someone else’s command. Someone with deep malice.

    “Unwrap your prize, break the malice,” Sunu murmured. “I, Sunu, will gift you good fortune.”

    The branches tensed, tightened one last time, and then unwrapped their prize.

    Sunu traced his fingers on the bark of the branches as they retreated. Gold specks sinking into the branches as he made good on his promise. When the branches were gone, Sunu stared at the beautiful woman lying on a patch of stinging nettle, her soft skin mottled with red rashes. She wore nothing but her long thick red hair. The branches had ripped at her dress and torn it to pieces. Tears filled her green eyes when she looked at him, frustration and pain clear on her face.

    Relief flooded her when she could breathe again.

    Sunu fell in love.

    He never stopped to wonder why his beloved was wrapped in an air-robbing cocoon or why she was hidden in a thick forest to die. All he knew was that her name was Anit Izuna. She was a nine-tailed fox, and she made him happy. Their love was obsessive and intense. It grew fast and Sunu soon discovered that he had a great weakness when it came to Anit. He gave her part of his soul, as she gave him his, then…they made a life together.

    Everything else faded away and their child became all that mattered.

    Tani became their greatest joy, and their mightiest failure.

    Sunu sighed and focused on the moment in the Zona Forest. The thick branches heavy with malice wrapping Anit in a tight cocoon. The magik in the crawling branches felt dark, similar to the kind found in black weed. He had touched the branches, broken the malice and infused the crawling branches with good luck. Perhaps the malice clung to him, and fell on his child, tainting Tani’s future.

    The thought made him sick to the stomach. Cale was looking into Sahdrina’s concerns, which might help release Tani from his calamity. Still, the Zona Forest needed a deeper look. He needed to know who had placed Anit at a disadvantage.

    “Kinon.”

    “Lord Sunu,” Kinon said, coming to stand right next to Sunu.

    “The night I met Anit, there was malice in the Zona Forest. I cannot appear in the forest, as it will hide from me. You do well with tracking what darkness has touched. Do you think you can trace it? The tracks should still be there. I have never directed anyone to the spot where I found Anit. I need answers.”

    “Understood. I will go right away, Lord Sunu.”

    “Let’s keep this between us,” Sunu said, meeting Kinon’s gaze, he gave in to curiosity. “How is Artri House?”

    Kinon smiled.

    “Happy for now.”

    Sunu returned the smile.

    “I’m glad.”

    “Lord Tani is almost returning home,” Kinon said.

    “Cale thinks he won’t want to stay at the Citadel,” Sunu said on a soft sigh. “I gave it some thought, and perhaps my brother is right. I have decided to grant Tani a home of his own. If we clean the Zona Forest, I’ll build him a house there. It will be at the boundary of both the Immortal Clan and the Fox Clan. Anit won’t have reasons to complain. I will let Tani stay there as long as he wants. What do you think of this?”

    “It is a fair plan, Lord Sunu,” Kinon said. “I will get the members of the Septum to help.”

    “Tani’s house will be auspicious. He has only faced calamity, and I want him to heal. I hope they only bring good fortune befitting my son.”

    “I will make it clear,” Kinon said. “I’ll visit the Zona Forest now.”

    “Thank you, Kinon.”

    ****

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  • A Thousand Years of Hope Ch 12-2

    At Elderwood, Anit stood in the middle of Tani’s bedroom, taking in his personal space. The large bed in the middle of the room was neat. The closet was open, so she moved closer to find the room filled with tall racks. Tani’s clothes hanging on the racks, and a collection of the same type of shoes in different colors. Anit touched a black pair of Vans and smiled at her son’s little quirks.

    “Your presence here kicks him out of his home,” Cale, the god of calamities, said behind her.

    She pulled away her hand from Tani’s shoe with a sigh.

    “Which puts you in a bad mood,” Anit stated. “You enjoy filling yourself up with his sadness, don’t you?”

    “If that’s how you want to judge it, then I gain more with your presence here. Your pain is far more infinite than his,” Cale said, giving a satisfied sigh. “I don’t agree with you punishing Tani this way. You’re his sore spot. Stop giving him unnecessary pain.”

    “Cale, I don’t want to hear a lecture on how to treat my son from you,” Anit said, stepping away from her son’s peculiar shoe collection. “When is his calamity ending?”

    “The mortal is almost thirty-six years old,” Cale said, shaking his head. “Tani stayed away too long this time.”

    “A broken heart will do that to you,” Anit said. “It would be insane to expect him to carry the same feelings after so much pain. Whatever the outcome, you pull Tani out of the mortal realm before the Septum gets to him. I will lock him away in our lands. The next Fox Lord will not be a pawn for the Immortal Clan anymore.”

    Cale sighed.

    “What?”

    “Sunu has asked Tani be returned to the Immortal Clan.”

    Anit scoffed.

    “My son will take on his rightful title. He is the Fox Lord, the only one in millenniums past. I will not hand him over to the Immortal Clan.”

    “He is also the son of the Immortal Lord,” Cale said.

    “Your people forgot that part when they chained him to the mortal realm for a thousand years,” Anit said, her green eyes filled with anger. “You tell Sunu I don’t care what he wants. He watched me leave the Citadel when Tani was five hundred and did nothing to stop us. He shall endure his choices for as long as I draw breath.”

    Cale studied her for a moment, and then scoffed.

    “Meanwhile, Tani suffers between you and Sunu,” Cale said. “You think Tani is enduring his sentence for love because of a human in the mortal realm. You’re wrong. It is because of the lack of love forced on him by you, and Sunu. Don’t ever forget that truth. You should have afforded him more care. Amu and Eren are ready downstairs.”

    Cale left the room and Anit fought the urge to fling Tani’s shoes after him.

    What did the god of calamities know? Sunu betrayed her first. He abandoned her and Tani first.

    Closing her eyes, she took in a deep breath and let it out slow. Sunu would not get Tani to enter the Citadel.

    Tani belonged to the Fox Clan.

    Anit did not bother to go down the stairs. She shimmered out of Tani’s room and appeared in the living room where she had met Tani face to face for the first time in two and a half millenniums. She knew there were mistakes made, but Cale did not have to rub it in.

    Still, she would never forget how beautiful Tani’s amber eyes looked.

    Anit glared at Eren in the living room, and then sank into an armchair nearest the fireplace. She arranged her frock and rested her hands on the armrests.

    “What does the Septum want with my Fox Clan?” Anit asked of Eren.

    “Goddess Anit, Eren greats you. I heal the soils of our Immortal Clan lands. I would ask the Fox Goddess a question on the amount of Kara ot in your lands.”

    “The black weed is forbidden in my court,” Anit said. “I obliterate it as fast as it is detected. The weed is dangerous for the fox children born between mortals and those of our clan. Black weed infects them, bringing them unimaginable pain as it works to rob them of their abilities. We do not tolerate its presence in our lands.”

    “Are you saying you have allowed hybrid children to live in the fox clan lands? How is that possible?” Eren asked her eyes wide with shock.

    “We are not purists. It is not impossible in our lands to find children from the mortal realm,” Anit said. “Our fox clan does not punish our people for loving mortals when they visit the mortal realm. Our traits are strong. Children are natural consequences of a mating. When one of ours sires a child with traits leaning to our clan, we bring them back to our lands. It is acceptable to pull them out of the mortal realm in order to protect our Ekho Realm secrets. My council and I have worked hard to create guidelines on the matter. The Palladium Gatekeeper has the guidelines on our rules. She allows passage as needed.”

    “So, the foxes are visiting the Mortal Realm often,” Eren said, with a knowing nod.

    “You suspect one of our people of bringing the black weed to the mortal realm?” Amu asked, his gaze wide at Eren’s comment.

    “We can’t rule them out,” Eren said.

    “How bold of you,” Anit said, her voice heavy with annoyance at the audacity in the Immortal Clan. “My people are very careful. I just laid out to you how deadly the weed is to our children. Which of us would then dare to carry it around? How dare you look down on my people?”

    “Fox Goddess, I do not mean to disrespect you or your people. I am only pointing out that there is a break in the chain. This problem needs both our clans to find a resolution. The Immortal Clan is willing to help—”

    “Eren of the Earth. Our Fox Clan manages to solve problems without your help,” Anit said, slapping her right palm on her arm of her chair. “I have personally cleansed Kara ot from vast swaths of land not only in our Fox Clan but even in the Dragon Clan’s lands and the lesser clans’ provinces. How dare you imply we do less than your Immortal Clan?”

     Eren sighed and sat back in her chair. She had no words to use with this Fox Goddess. The woman somehow twisted her words no matter what she said. They seemed to have used up all their good fortune with her.

    “Eren,” Amu said. “What do you need from us?”

    “Access to the Inter Clan Court. Being one in the Septum, I do not know the members. I only know that the Fox Goddess has a large influence with the court,” Eren said.

    “I refuse to carry on the Immortal Clan’s chores,” Anit said, getting up. “Amu, don’t bring me out to handle such a small problem. I’ll go back to my planting now.”

    “Can’t you think of your son?” Eren asked.

    The Fox Goddess did not like her or the Immortal Clan so she was going to walk away without giving Eren a chance. Eren gave up on diplomacy and decided to sting the woman with words.

    “Every time there is an outbreak of Kara ot in the Mortal Realm Lord Tani is the first to know. He is the one to cleanse it, as his power demands it, unlike that of Cale. To cleanse black weed, the cuffs on his wrists have to come off. Surely, no one would wish such pain on their child.”

    Anit stopped her departure and her gaze fixed on Eren.

    Cale got up fast and stood in front of Eren.

    Eren frowned at his clear worry, and then felt the air pressure rise in the room and understood his concern. Cale started to shield Eren, but Anit waved her hand and pushed him away as though he were nothing, sending him to the living room entrance.

    At the same time, vines as thick as a hand pierced through the wood floors and wrapped around Eren in tight bands, giving her no chance to escape. Bright green leaves with sharp and deadly edges cut Eren’s skin on her arms and up to her neck.

    Anit used the vines to drag Eren closer so that she could look into her eyes.

    “You would dare poke at my weak point to get your way,” Anit said, her green eyes as turbulent as a storm in the deepest ocean. “Eren of the Earth, have you forgotten who placed those cuffs on my son’s wrists? Who voted to keep him here for loving a mortal? For daring to follow his Fox Lord heart, all because, he has Immortal Clan blood. You punished him for sharing his soul with a mortal and did not even care to ask me about it!”

    “Fox Goddess,” Eren started to say, and the vines around her tightened to the point of drawing a whimper of pain from her.

    “I loved your Immortal Lord with all my heart,” Anit said, the sneer on her beautiful face seemed to add to her power. She scoffed. “Your Septum conspired to pull us apart, saying a fox and the Immortal Lord cannot live in the Citadel. It will somehow make our clans imbalanced. Your Septum made it that I could not fight back. So, I left the Immortal Lord and took our son. The loss was difficult, and I dared to blink in order to mourn my sorrows, only to discover that you lot put my young son in a bind. Now, you, Eren of the Earth, dare poke at my inability to protect him after the criminal decisions you’ve placed on our shoulders. Do you not like living?”

    “You can’t kill me,” Eren said, straining against the vines wrapped tight around her.

    Anit laughed long and hard.

    “Oh, I know I can’t, but you are in the Mortal Realm. I can make you bleed so much that you will only be able to crawl to the Palladium Gates in order to heal. Don’t test me,” Anit said. “You’re the one who came to me to ask for help. I refused to help. You dared bring up my child. I retaliated. Don’t get the story wrong when you meet the Septum. I do hold deep grudges.”

    The vines disappeared as fast as they wrapped around Eren.

    The wood floors restored, Anit made sure to add her stamp in Tani’s living room.

    Anit then met Amu’s gaze for a full minute before she shimmered out of Tani’s sanctuary, her heart breaking at the thought of her son having to endure pain again.

    She left an Inter Clan Court badge on the coffee table next to Amu.

    Eren sank down into her chair and let out a long sigh after Anit’s departure. She reached up to touch the stinging cut on her neck and grimaced when her fingers came back with red blood.

    “She must be in a good mood today,” Cale said, coming back into the room. He sat in the armchair Anit had used. “Uncle Amu, should we thank you that she did not give Eren a thousand cuts?”

    “Eren, why did you mention Tani?” Amu asked, picking up the fox clan badge allowing entrance into the Inter Clan Court. “You should have given her a moment. We could have talked it out and gotten her to see your side. Anit does not take kindly to one who mocks her failures.”

    “Do you really think she was going to give us that badge out of kindness?” Eren asked, sitting back, her heart still beating too fast. “She hates the Immortal Clan. I should have realized it was incurable. When does one find Anit, and her son, Tani, in a good mood?”

    “It depends on who you are,” Cale said on a chuckle.

    “Cale.” Amu chastised.

    “Okay, I won’t tease Eren anymore. We should make use of the badge quickly and go to the Clan Court.”

    “Is this what you’ve been waiting for?” Amu asked.

    Cale nodded, getting up.

    “I have business in that court and we can only enter with her permission. Amu, sometimes you forget I’m also from the Immortal Clan.”

    “I truly do,” Amu said, narrowing his gaze at Cale. “What are you looking for in the Inter Clan Court?”

    “The same culprit you’re looking for,” Cale said. “We should go now.”

    Amu sighed and looked at Eren.

    “Cale is right. We should leave, otherwise Tani will never return home if you stay longer,” Amu said.

    Eren stood slowly, touching the cut on her neck once again with a hiss.

    “Why won’t it stop bleeding?” Eren asked.

    “Anit’s special power is nullifying our Ekho gifts in the mortal realm,” Cale said. “You won’t be able to heal that cut until you enter the Palladium Gates again. So, we should go.”

    “She’s so unreasonable,” Eren hissed, as they all left Elderwood and appeared in front of the Palladium Gates.

    ****

    At Artri House, Tani shifted on the large comfortable couch with the huge pillows facing the beautiful windows. He and Dante were watching the sun fade in the horizon. The sunset was especially beautiful this evening. He sipped his wine and returned his attention to Dante who sat next to him.

    Dante had changed out of his day clothes, and released his hair from the tight ponytail. He was now in a black t-shirt and matching sweatpants. His feet stretched out before him. He was the picture of relaxation.

    “Why did you study World History?” Tani asked, loving that Dante answered his many questions without hesitation.

    “I like learning about the past,” Dante said. “As you know our Artri House takes the education of its Ekho-blessed children seriously. Grandmaster Landi runs a successful institute in New York that trains those like us. Which also means he expects too much of the children coming from his house. The only outlet I had from the pressure was learning history. I liked discovering the rhythms of growing nations, people, cultures and languages.”

    “So what do you do all day when you’re not at Artri House entertaining a deviant Ekho?” Tani asked.

    “Hmm, not so deviant if you ask me. I was teaching the students you met today until two weeks ago,” Dante said. “My sessions with them are over. So, I’ve returned to my research work. We’re documenting an underground city discovered in Asikli. The dig is dated back to the Neolithic age. It’s an ongoing dig site. So far, we’ve uncovered painted churches and houses rebuild over time. It is slow tedious work, but I enjoy it.”

    Tani smiled at Dante’s clear infatuation with his day job. He could watch him talk about excavating dead cities forever. Sitting on a couch as the sun set and they shared a bottle of wine. This small pleasure was all he lived for when he could have Dante in his life.

    Why couldn’t life be this simple all the time?

    His heart squeezed tight and the familiar sting of tears at the back of his eyes had him blinking.

    “Tani?”

    Tani found Dante watching him.

    “You okay?”

    “Mm,” Tani nodded, bringing his glass to his lips taking a sip, he turned to look at the fading sunset in the distance. “These floor length windows are such a genius idea. You get a great view any time you take a look.”

    Dante placed his glass on the stool in front of them with their half-full bottle of wine. Dante closed the little distance they had maintained between them. He took Tani’s glass and set it on the stool too.

    “Look at me,” Dante said taking Tani’s left hand. “You were lost in thought a minute ago. I’ve talked myself thirsty this evening. You’ve just asked questions. Now, I have one for you.”

    Tani met Dante’s gaze then.

    “Ask,” Tani said.

    Dante cupped Tani’s right cheek and looked into Tani’s eyes for a moment.

    Tani’s heart thundered in his chest, wishing and hoping Dante would not ask him about his past. This was a beautiful evening and he did not want to think of their tragic past. It would ruin this…and he so wanted to hold on to this memory. Simply sitting here with Dante having a conversation.

    “Can I kiss you?”

    Tani bit his bottom lip and smiled in relief.

    “Dante, I have wished I could kiss you since the moment we met in the olive grove. I…”

    Dante leaned in and took his lips in a sweet short kiss that tasted of sweet rosé. He ended the kiss as fast as he started, but he did not move away.

    Tani kept his eyes open meeting serious brown eyes already wanting another kiss. Their breaths mingled and Dante’s gaze shifted to Tani’s lips. Tani took in a short breath, his heart racing again.

    “You are a dream to me,” Dante said, closing his eyes. “I’m half afraid I’ll wake up tomorrow and discover I’ve made up this encounter with you. Will you stay with me tonight? Let me hold you?”

    Tani breathed him in and leaned in to brush his lips on Dante’s cheek, smiling at the tickle of Dante’s beard on his own cheeks.

    “I’m already here with you there is no need to imagine it,” Tani said, closing his eyes when Dante brushed back his hair, sinking his fingers into his red hair and pushing it away from Tani’s face.

    “I’ve never been anyone’s dream. What do you picture about us?” Tani asked. “Will you tell me?”

    “I never thought anyone else a dream before you. When I saw you I wanted to experience everything with you,” Dante said with a small chuckle, shifting even closer so that he could wrap an arm around Tani’s waist.

    Dante maneuvered them until they were lying on the long couch, the pillows pushed and arranged for their comfort. Tani rested his head on Dante’s right shoulder, burying his face into the curve of Dante’s neck when strong arms rubbed down his back. Their feet tangled and Tani hummed at the warmth between them.

    “I never felt much before,” Dante said, his hand moving up and down Tani’s back. “But since I met you, I’ve felt helpless, jealous, angry, infatuated, almost all at the same time. It’s overwhelming.”

    “What kind of experiences do you want, Dante?”

    “Will you give them to me?”

    “Yes.”

    “All of them?”

    Tani grinned and leaned back to look into Dante’s eyes.

    Dante kissed him again on the lips. A lingering kiss, teasing, it warmed him up straight to his heart. He wanted more, because he did, he worried about how much time they had together.

    Tani ended their kiss and answered Dante’s question.

    “I will give you all of them,” Tani promised.

    Dante smiled.

    “Then, I’ll give you what you want too,” Dante said. “I have talked away the whole evening. I never gave you a chance to say what you think about us.”

    “You haven’t asked,” Tani said.

    Dante held his questions.

    “Are you scared to ask?” Tani asked when Dante kept quiet.

    “Yes.”

    “Why?”

    “Your memory is too long,” Dante said. “I’m afraid it is full of sad moments about us. I want to change those memories and fill them with good ones. So, I’ll wait a bit before I ask you what you want.”

    Tani bit his lip hard because Dante’s thoughtfulness threatened to undo the protective walls built around his heart. He swallowed the lump of emotion that rose up in his throat and let out a soft breath.

    “Then, you tell me a few things,” Tani managed to say. “We can do them while I think about what I will ask of you.”

    “Okay. I’ve already said the first one. I want to wake up next to you everyday,” Dante said.

    “I’m already here with you at Artri House for tonight, and tomorrow. I’ll try to make your wish come true, but it might not be daily. There is still Elderwood.”

    “Fair enough,” Dante said with a small nod. “If I’m welcome, I’ll sleep over at Elderwood with you then we can balance it.”

    Tani grinned and nodded in agreement.

    “What else do you want us to do?”

    “I want to make love with you,” Dante said, leaning in to breath Tani’s scent in. “Not yet though. When we get to know each other better. I don’t want our first time to feel impersonal.”

    Tani hid a smile. He did not remember their sex life being fast and impersonal. Their lovemaking was consuming in the best of ways. He missed being close to Dante. Loved their intimacy, it was the one thing they never got wrong.

    “Let’s not wait too long,” Tani murmured.

    “Then after our third real date.”

    “Is this our first?”

    “No,” Dante shook his head. “You came to me when you were upset. This, here, is me comforting you. Our first date should be fantastic and memorable. We can go on it tomorrow.”

    Tani grinned at Dante’s enthusiasm.

    “I can work with that,” he said.

    “With what?”

    “Fantastic and memorable,” Tani said, thinking Dante’s wishes were very easy to fulfill.

    “About earlier,” Tani continued, pressing his face into the curve of Dante’s neck, he closed his eyes, as the sting of his mother’s slap finally faded. “Thank you for making me stay here with you. I had an unpleasant encounter. I cannot explain it yet, but you’ve healed the sting that I thought would stay with me.”

    “I’m a great listener too,” Dante said. “Whenever you’re ready to talk about it, I’m here for you.”

    “I know,” Tani said, grateful that Dante had not pressed him on the details of his encounter with his mother.

    “Should we travel?” Dante asked. “Let’s see the world together…”

    Tani and Dante talked into the night, they mapped dreams of traveling together, places they could visit, Dante’s interests mostly. They fell asleep on the comfortable couch, holding each other in a tight embrace as though an inch between them would be too much to suffer.

    ****

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  • A Thousand Years of Hope Ch 12-1

    Tani frowned and Dante smiled, brushing a second kiss on Tani’s right cheek. Tani was cute when he was upset and unsure of himself. Dante decided to take advantage of the indecision. He led Tani to the front door of Artri House, and gave an approving nod when the house opened the door without his prompting.

    The manor felt empty.

    His grandmaster was out, and his mom was somewhere in the vineyard handling daily chores with the vineyard manager. His father had yet to arrive it seemed.

    The old grandfather clock in the main hall said it was fifteen minutes after four. Holding Tani’s hand tight, Dante led him up the staircase heading to the third floor where his suite of rooms was located. Dante opened the door to his rooms and turned to meet Tani’s gaze, knowing they were crossing an invisible line, one he wanted gone but needed Tani’s consent.

    Tani hesitated for a short moment, then he gave the subtlest of nods and Dante led him into his room. He closed the door, and they both stood at the entrance for a moment, Dante still holding Tani’s right hand. He used his left hand to sink his fingers into Tani’s wet hair.

    “You need a hot shower,” Dante said, then turned to lead the way into the bathroom on his right.

    Dante opened the sizeable shower stall and turned on the water, using his own temperature preferences. He stepped back out and turned to Tani who stood behind him seErming in deep thought.

    “Wanna talk about it?” Dante asked, letting go of Tani’s right hand. He stepped in closer and rubbed his hands up and down Tani’s arms, drawing his attention. He frowned when he noted the red mark on Tani’s right cheek. “You were smiling when I left you. Who ruined your mood?”

    “I don’t want to talk about it,” Tani said, shaking his head, and then looked at his wet shirt, and started unbuttoning it.

    “Okay, don’t talk about it,” Dante said. “I’ll make dinner for us, and we can spend the evening together. We can get to know more about each other.”

    Tani pulled off his wet shirt without unbuttoning it all the way and dropped it on the sink counter.

    “Sounds delicious,” Tani said with a small nod. He reached for the button on his trousers, and paused when Dante held his hands in place.

    “Thank you for coming,” Dante said, and smiled when Tani looked at him, amber eyes filled with surprise. “I’m really happy you came when I called, Tani.”

    Tani made a face at him, and Dante bit back a chuckle.

    “Take a shower,” Dante said, taking in Tani’s body naked as he removed his pants. “Have I told you how exciting it is to have you stripping in my bathroom? I don’t think I’ll forget this one for years. It is fantastic sexy.”

    Tani chuckled and picked up his trousers and boxer briefs. He shook them out and placed them on the sink counter. He blew a kiss at Dante before he entered the shower stall and closed the opaque glass door.

    Dante sighed wishing they were at a stage where he could follow Tani into the shower. It was a tragedy not being able to yet. He took Tani’s wet clothes and dropped them into the hamper. This was the second set of clothes he was going to have in his closet for Tani. The first set was from the day Tani healed their soil. Dante let out a happy hum and hurried to his closet. He found a t-shirt and comfortable grey slacks.

    Dante spelled them to fit Tani’s size and placed them on the sink counter. He found a towel and a new toothbrush. When he was sure Tani had everything he needed, he listened to Tani shower for a few minutes, then called out.

    “I’m going downstairs to the kitchen. Find me when you’re done.”

    “Okay.”

    Dante grinned and left his suite, heading downstairs. In the kitchen, he washed his hands and headed to the fridge. He took stock of the ingredients in the fridge and was happy to see his mother had the makings of chicken rice pilaf and a veggie salad.

    Dante pulled out shredded chicken in a sealed bowl, and another bowl with chicken broth. He carried them to the kitchen range counter and went in search of long-grain rice and orzo in the pantry. He measured enough of both to include his parents and the grand-master.

    Although, he and Tani would have a private dinner. No one was taking his time with Tani tonight.

    Besides, Tani did not look in the mood to socialize. His parents would have to wait until tomorrow for Tani.

    Dante wore an apron, washing his hands again, and got to work.

    Tani came downstairs when Dante was busy adding the required chicken broth to the sautéed rice and orzo. He looked calmer, and laid back in the borrowed t-shirt and sweatpants. His hair was dry and messy, as though he had finger combed it. A lock of it fell over his right eye, and all Dante wanted to do was reach out and pushed it back so he could see Tani’s eyes.

    Scents of cinnamon and all spice filled the kitchen.

    “It’s smells so good in here,” Tani said, walking on bare feet. He pulled out a chair at the island table, sat and watched Dante add a teaspoon of salt and then reach for the black pepper crusher. “You look at home in the kitchen.”

    “Mom made sure I knew how to cook,” Dante said, finishing with the black pepper. “She did not want to have a son who cannot take care of himself.”

    “Nora is admirable,” Tani said, with a small sigh. He rested his elbows on the kitchen table and watched Dante cover the pot, and lower the heat. “Do you have cousins?”

    “I do,” Dante nodded. “My mother has siblings. Two sisters who have made their lives in Istanbul. Between the two aunts, I have five cousins who now have made families and are living in Greece, and Spain.”

    “Do you visit them?” Tani asked.

    “Yes, when they have occasions they call us. Mom makes it mandatory to attend so I cannot ignore them. They all come here for family celebrations too. Artri House comes alive those times. Those days we have almost a hundred people in these halls. My mom loves it.”

    “Do you love it?” Tani asked.

    “Sometimes,” Dante said, with a shrug.

    Dante got a baking pan from a shelf under the kitchen range counter. He greased the pan with olive oil and spread out the pieces of shredded chicken on the pan. He turned on the oven and got to work sprinkling the shredded chicken with chopped cilantro, salt and garlic.

    “What do you mean sometimes?” Tani asked.

    Dante met his gaze and braced his hands on the counter.

    “I do try to avoid spending too much time in the festivities. It gets noisy and I find the level of affection I have for everyone is not at par with theirs,” Dante said, and then stared at the shredded chicken on the baking sheet. “Viola called me cold. She believes my emotions are locked away behind a cold wall. I agree with her. I was locked away.”

    “Was?” Tani asked.

    Dante glanced at Tani.

    Tani’s gaze set his heart dancing in a wild rhythm inside his chest. He had never felt this surge of excitement over a person before. Not even with Viola. He was happy just having Tani sit across him at the island kitchen table.

    “Dante?” Tani’s amber gaze filled with concern.

    Dante smiled and picked up the baking sheet. He opened the oven and slid the baking sheet in to warm up the shredded chicken for ten minutes. He set the timer and closed the door. Wiping his hands on the hand towel in his apron pocket, Dante returned to the stove to check on the rice.

    “Are you saying you’re free now?” Tani asked, not letting the topic fade away.

    “Perhaps,” Dante said, getting a clean spoon. He used it to scoop out a bit of rice to check doneness. “I might be thawing out because of you. I feel too much when I’m around you, Tani.”

    Dante walked around the island table to where Tani sat and held out the spoon of cooling rice.

    “Taste,” he said, and Tani studied him for a moment before he took in the spoon into his mouth, and ate the rice. “Is it good?”

    “Mm,” Tani nodded when he swallowed.

    Dante leaned on the chair next to Tani, holding the empty spoon.

    “You should have been a chef.”

    “No,” Dante shook his head. “I’d be a terrible task master. I would chase away all the staff with a bad temper.”

    Tani grinned and rested his chin on his right hand.

    “What were you like as a boy?”

    “Full of myself and out of control,” Dante said. “I had to learn how to control the fire inside me. There were very many near misses. Mom had her hands full. One summer, I burned the grapevines closest to the manor when I tried to roast potatoes in the firewood pit in the back garden. Nora gained a few gray hairs that day.”

    “Were the vines saved?”

    “No,” Dante shook his head. “We only managed to stop the fire from spreading to the rest of the vineyard. We had to uproot the damaged vines, restore the soil, and plant a new batch. Mom and Dad punished me to work with the crew for a month. I helped with the digging, no spells allowed to make it easier.”

    “It must have been an adventure.” Tani chuckled

    “I did not think so at the time,” Dante said, shaking his head. “It was the first time I understood how tiring tilling the land can be.”

    He moved away from Tani and returned to remove the rice from the stove.

    “What can I help with?” Tani asked, as Dante picked up the pot and placed it on a wooden board on the island table.

    “I just need to put the chicken rice pilaf together. Then we can toss a veggie salad together. Give me a minute, I’ll bring the salad ingredients to you,” Dante said, checking the oven timer. He had five minutes on the chicken.

    Dante hurried to the sink. He had rinsed the iceberg lettuce and cut the leaves into bite-sized pieces. He added in a mix of herbs he had chopped into fine pieces: sorrel, parsley, dill, and fresh mint, and mixed them in with the lettuce.

    Dante took the colander to where Tani sat, together with a clean glass salad dish.

    Dante then went to the fridge and brought out lemon juice squeezed by his mother into a small jug and a slice of white cheese. Closing the fridge, he got the salt container and the olive oil. He carried everything to Tani.

    “What’s missing?” Dante asked, leaning on the table smiling at Tani.

    “Something to mix everything,” Tani said.

    “Okay, coming right up.”

    Dante found a tablespoon, and the wooden spoon they used to mix salads. He brought them back to Tani and stole a kiss on Tani’s cheek. Tani smiled, and it felt like a little win.

    Tani took a small clean bowl from a pile on the island table and got to work. He poured about three tablespoons of olive oil into the bowl, adding a pinch of salt and half the juice in the jug. He used the tablespoon to mix the liquids together.

    Dante returned to the other side of the table.

    “Did you get to eat your roasted potatoes?” Tani asked, as he put the lettuce mix into the glass dish.

    “I did,” Dante said. “I had gotten them from the vineyard manager’s patch. They were very big, and looked delicious. So, I ate them in the evening when my mother thought I was repenting my sins in my room.”

    “You didn’t even share with her after burning the vines. Sneaky child,” Tani said.

    “I was determined to keep my roasted potatoes to myself,” Dante said. “If I offered them, then I would have to explain how I got them in the first place. I didn’t want my potato supply cut off.”

    Tani laughed then, and Dante paused in the act of chopping up parsley and dill to stare at him.

    “What now?” Tani asked, when he noticed Dante staring.

    He was pouring the mix of olive oil into the lettuce in the dish. He used the wooden spoon to toss the salad and make sure every bit of the lettuce was covered with olive oil.

    “I should find more funny stories to tell you,” Dante said. “I love your laugh.”

    Tani took a piece of lettuce and popped it into his mouth. He nodded in satisfaction and reached for the slice of white cheese.

    “Your childhood sounds so interesting,” Tani said. “I wish I could have seen it.”

    Dante started to ask if Tani had tried to see him when he was younger, then stopped himself. He did not want to see Tani sad tonight. Their past was already so difficult to deal with, better to keep things light, cheerful.

    “Did you have a girl or boy you liked during your teenage years?” Tani asked, as though reading his thoughts.

    “There was one,” Dante said, finishing with the parsley and dill. He got four stalks of scallions and chopped up the green parts only. He left them all on the chopping board and went to check on the warming shredded chicken. Opening the oven, he pulled out the baking sheet without an oven mitt, relying on his fire magik to shield his fingers. In any case, heat had never burned him.

    Placing the baking sheet on the cooker, he turned off the oven and the timer.

    “Who was he?” Tani asked.

    Dante stole a glance at him and found Tani concentrating on breaking pieces of white cheese and tossing them into the salad bowl. He bit back a smile, remembering his torrid infatuation with Ermin, a boy whose family lived by the docks. Ermin’s family ran a tourism business, taking tourists on boats to see the surrounding islands. Ermin was handsome, and loved the waters too much.

    Dante always found him on a boat dressed in swimming shorts and nothing else. He could not be blamed for wanting to find out what a kiss between them tasted like, or all the exploration they did with each other on the beach of a small tiny deserted island where Ermin liked to fish.

    Dante grinned at the memory of Ermin now.

    “He must have been something if he still has you smiling,” Tani said, pushing the salad bowl to the middle of the table.

    “He was,” Dante said. “Ermin was a summer fling I thought I would never get over. We were experimental with each other. He taught me how to kiss, and how to make my partner feel good. We had a lot of oral sex. I was young, excited to be getting off whenever I felt like it. Ermin denied me nothing. We celebrated each other until my mother caught us in the fertilizer storage room.”

    “What did Nora do?”

    “Of course she was shocked,” Dante said, opening the pan with the rice.

    Dante added the shredded chicken on top, and placed the chopped herbs on top of the chicken. He took the chopping board to the sink, thinking about his mother’s wide gaze when she opened the store and saw him coming as he clung to a shelf as Ermin sucked him off. He could not have stopped himself if he wanted.

    She truly chose the wrong moment to check on their fertilizer stock.

    “Were you scared?” Tani asked, studying him now.

    “No,” Dante said, placing the chopping board on the drainage rack. “I didn’t really care about it, but Ermin did. He was mortified. I guess I was scared of losing access to him. Nora left us alone and we cleaned up in the shower behind the store. We found her waiting for us at the back of the manor. She gave us both a glass of lemon tea and made us sit with her. She asked Ermin if he was serious about me, and he got scared and ran off.”

    Dante wiped his hands on his cloth and leaned on the sink counter. He met Tani’s gaze and shrugged.

    “Mom did not mind that I liked having sex with boys,” Dante said. “She just cared that the boy I was with was serious about me. He wasn’t. Ermin was terrified Nora would tell others about us. When the summer season ended, he moved to Istanbul.”

    “His loss,” Tani said.

    “Nora’s exact words to the whole incident,” Dante said with a small smile. “After that, Nora made my Dad have the sex talk with me.”

    Tani grinned.

    “Did he? What was it like?”

    “Christophe is not like my mother, or like the Grandmaster with many words,” Dante said. “He’s laid back with me. He took me out to the beach beyond the olive grove. He brought a pack of beer and a cooler filled with fish. We camped out, roasting fish, and he gave me my first beer. I told him I liked both boys and girls. I thought he would lecture me, but he gave me two rules. One, to learn how to commit when a relationship is serious, and two, to learn how to take responsibility if my partner gets kids.”

    Dante thought about his stint with Viola and his father’s eternal disappointment that his grandchildren were not Ekho-blessed.

    “I failed with the first rule, but I have learned how to take responsibility of the consequences to the best of my ability,” Dante said.

    “You’re a lucky man, Dante. Your parents are present for you, each in their own way. You should be proud of it.”

    Dante nodded, and wondered why he read a wistful note in Tani’s voice.

    “I am,” Dante said, pushing off the counter. He went to get two plates from the cupboard and two wine glasses. “Come serve food, Tani. We’ll leave the rest warming for Mom, and Grandmaster Landi. Dad might also be around, but I want to be selfish tonight and hide away with you.”

    Tani got up, bringing the salad bowl with him. They spent the next few minutes serving up plates. Dante cleaned up the remaining dishes and left the pot of chicken rice pilaf on the cooker. They sealed the salad bowl with cling film and left it in the fridge.

    Dante got a new bottle of a medium-bodied rosé from the wine cellar next to the pantry. He handed it to Tani, along with the pair of glasses.

    “I’ll carry the food,” Dante said, taking their plates and spoons now on a tray.

    “Where to?” Tani asked.

    “My rooms, no one will disturb us,” Dante said, leading the way out of the kitchen.

    Tani followed without question.

    “Artri House watches the happenings within its walls,” Tani said, as they went up the stairs. “Does it bother you?”

    “No,” Dante said. “I wouldn’t call it watching because that sounds creepy. I think of it as logging, like remembrance. The manor will let us know when something is amiss, or someone is in danger, or when an intruder comes in.”

    “That’s useful,” Tani said, as Dante’s door opened when he got close. “Very useful when you’re carrying stuff.”

    “Yes,” Dante said, taking their plates to a low table in the middle of the living area in his suite.

    His suite was his sanctuary. It was built with three major rooms. Two rooms on each side of the living area. Floor to ceiling windows filled the living area with natural light and a great view of the vineyard. Dante had decorated the space with an eclectic antique style. He collected pieces during his travels and brought them back to add to the comfort. His most exciting piece of furniture was the comfortable couch with large deep burgundy cushions facing the windows. It was the perfect spot to watch the vineyard, the olive grove beyond, and the seas in the horizon

    Dante could already imagine an evening spent sitting with Tani on the comfortable cushions watching the sunset.

    “My bedroom is to the right,” Dante said, pointing to the open door into his sleeping space. “The closed door on the left is a library/office/study/research room. I clutter it with a lot of paperwork on good days.”

    “What happens on bad days?” Tani asked, taking in the living area with an air of curiosity.

    “I fill this place with chests packed with artifacts and old papers. They spill over into this room, and my bedroom,” Dante said. “Mom calls them my obsession moments.”

    Tani placed the bottle of wine on the low table, and the wine glasses next to it. He reached for a cushion from one of the regular couches by the wall and dropped it on the floor near the table. He sat down and smiled up at Dante.

    “I can’t wait to discover those days for myself,” Tani said. “Let’s eat, Dante. I’m suddenly starving.”

    ***

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  • A Thousand Years of Hope Ch 11-1

    Tani’s gaze shifted to the round room. It was a museum of sorts. One he started at a low moment in the years between cycles when he missed Dante the most. When Dante hurt him, he sometimes suffered constant episodes of wanting to bring it down, burn the contents, and restructure it. Yet, each time his beloved left him, he returned here, like a forlorn fool. Lost in memories and a love he could not forget, glancing at the elder leaf bracelets disguising his cuffs, nor a love he could discard.

    He never thought to share this tower with the others, but this Dante felt infinitely different, with his determined gaze, and his raging firepower.

    Sharing this tower felt like the best way to convince him they were doomed.

    “Tani,” Dante said, his voice cajoling, his eyes pleading with Tani.

    Tani was amazed by the fact that their doomed love story was having the opposite effect on Dante Arturo.

    He met Dante’s gaze.

    “I’ll give the time,” Tani said, after a moment, not missing Dante’s relieved sigh. “I always did, Dante.”

    Dante held out his hand to Tani.

    “Start by giving me your phone,” Dante said, when Tani frowned at him.

    Tani reached into his pocket and got the black phone Tom gave him.

    “Why do you need my phone?” Tani asked.

    “So I can reach you when we’re apart,” Dante said. “In this century, a phone is just like having a personal messenger. I need to be able to reach you, Tani. You can’t imagine how frustrated I was with Tom when you left my house. He would not give me your phone number. I thought I was going to burn down the manor with frustration.”

    “Sorry, I misplaced my other phone,” Tani said. “I think it was when I was in the vineyard.”

    Dante took Tani’s phone and turned it on. Swiping the unlock button he grinned.

    “Tani, you don’t even lock your phone.”

    “I just got it,” Tani said, frowning.

    Dante keyed in his number, then dialed. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he reached for it to save Tani’s number. He held out Tani’s phone back to him, and Tani stared at him, amused.

    “Do you think I’ll remember to bring it along everywhere?” Tani asked, biting back a grin when panic filled Dante’s eyes.

    “Should I help you remember?” Dante asked, his gaze shifting to the black smart phone on his palm. “I can spell it so that it finds you when you get a call.”

    “Is that something you would do?” Tani asked, taking the phone from Dante before he actually spelled his phone. What a frustration that would be, hauling the gadget everywhere. He only carried it when he knew Hera or Tom would need to call him.

    “Tani,” Dante stepped forward, looking into his eyes. “Don’t you want to reach me when you need to talk to me?”

    Tani slipped his phone into his pocket and shrugged.

    “I can always find you, Dante,” Tani said. “Have you forgotten? I followed you to your Viola’s house in the Americas.”

    Dante smiled. It was a startling curve of his lips that had Tani staring. Dante’s smile was genuine, his eyes shined, his face lighting up, softening his face. Tani started to bring his hand up to touch the curve of Dante’s bottom lip. He stopped halfway when he looked up and found Dante watching him too.

    “What did I say that made you smile?” Tani asked.

    “You called the U.S. the Americas. Why are you calling it my Viola’s house?” Dante asked, his voice low, husky, teasing.

    “I—,” Tani frowned. “She is though.”

    “No, she is definitely not,” Dante said, taking a step closer, he gripped Tani’s right elbow. “She would snap at you for a full minute if she heard you call her mine. She’s the mother of my children. That’s it. She has a lover. Someone who makes her happy. Her loyalties are with him. I’m very sure she’ll be having a wedding soon.”

    Tani’s heart skipped hard, violently squeezing in his chest, filling with more hope than he knew how to contain.

    “I do want to be yours,” Dante said, his gaze so serious, Tani dropped his gaze to the collar of Dante’s white shirt.

    “It will take me more than the minutes we have been standing here to digest your words,” Tani said, confessing his heart.

    “I know,” Dante said, with an understanding nod. “How did you know to find me the first time?”

    Tani grinned, and started to pull away from Dante, but he would not let go of his right arm.

    “Tom has a great team of investigators. They gave found your address,” Tani said.

    “Tani.” Dante narrowed his gaze at him.

    “I’m a deviant Ekho,” Tani said with a sigh. “My powers are limited.”

    Dante’s hand slid from his right elbow to his right wrist. His fingers circling Tani’s wrist. His thumb rubbing over the Elderwood leaf bracelet. Tani watched it with a sense of apprehension.

    “I want to burn these off,” Dante said, his words sounding like they came from between gritted teeth. “It’s unfortunate they are placed here by someone more powerful than me. They make me ambitious.”

    “Ambitious for what?” Tani asked.

    “I want to be powerful enough to take these off you,” Dante said.

    Tani chuckled.

    “How often does your temper get you in trouble?” Tani asked.

    “Often,” Dante said, and then winked. “But it’s always the best kind of trouble.”

    Tani scoffed and was grateful when Dante’s phone started buzzing. He thought Dante would let go of his wrist, but he was only disappointed. Dante slipped his hand into his, tangling their fingers. He answered his phone after looking at the caller ID.

    “Yes, Justina,” Dante said, looking at Tani.

    “Where are you? You disappeared on us.” Tani heard Justina say on the other end of the call. “The food is ready. Hera and Tom are wondering—”

    “I’ll be right there,” Dante said.

    “Um, have you seen Mr. Ryuzo?” Justina asked. “Thomas has a few questions for him…”

    “I’ll see if I can find him,” Dante said, smiling at Tani.

    “Okay, hurry,” Justina said, then ended the call.

    “She has a little crush on you,” Dante said. “Should I tell her I have dibs on you?”

    “Do you?”

    “I do, Tani,” Dante said, putting away his phone. “So, if you don’t always have your phone, tell me how else I can reach you.”

    “Say my name,” Tani said.

    “What? How?”

    “Just say my name,” Tani said, holding out his hand to Dante. “Let’s go back before your students send out an SOS and start looking for you all over our fortress.”

    Dante grinned and took Tani’s hand stepping in too close. So close, he filled the space between them with the scent of Jasmine.

    Tani closed his eyes and started to step back, but Dante held his hand tighter, stopping his little escape.

    Tani teleported out of the fourth tower and into the drawing room turned into a library. It was empty. He started to let go of Dante’s hand, but Dante still held on.

    “Stop trying to escape me. I’m afraid if I let you go, I won’t get to see you again,” Dante said, his scowl deep.

    “Where am I going? I’m right here,” Tani said, firmly letting go of Dante’s hand. He turned and headed to the door. “Come on, Fire Lord. For the record your temper needs help.”

    Dante caught up with him just as Tani stepped out of the drawing room into the wide hallway.

    Tani smiled when Dante kept pace with him, walking side by side. He opened the glass doors opposite the drawing room, and they entered the large courtyard. The Elderwood bushes were blooming. Tani cursed under his breath because Eren had clearly messed with his work. She was unable to curb her power. It was spilling all over.

    “The Elderwood flowers are beautiful,” Dante said beside him, taking in the rectangular courtyard. “This would have been the center of life in the old days.”

    “Yes,” Tani smiled, pointing to the square patch of grass on his right. “The weavers worked here on warm days. An all weather loom was mounted out here. Life was harsher then, but it was also simpler. The gardens at the back of this fortress were for crops. It was easier to grow our own food then.”

    “I think it was a spectacular choice to protect the women here,” Dante said. “I would have loved to be part of it, Tani.”

    “You were—”

    Tani started to say Dante was part of it, but paused. They had just agreed to think of Dante as being different from the rest. Tani stopped on the path, in the middle of the courtyard and glanced at Dante. Making a conscious decision to make a fresh start. He smiled and reached up to press his left palm on Dante’s right cheek.

    “I think you would have loved it,” Tani said, his smile widening when Dante stood very still staring at him. He dropped his hand away from Dante’s cheek. “I have an Ekho visitor who is making my Elderwood bushes bloom at will. She’s a bit of a headache.”

    “Another Ekho?” Dante asked.

    “Yes,” Tani said. “I seem surrounded by them of late.”

    Tani continued on the path to the cafeteria doors. The construction crew was hard at work on the archway to Tani’s right. The doors leading into the front hall were accessible from the courtyard, just not now. Tani shared these little tidbits with Dante without prompt. He opened the glass doors and led the way into the warm cafeteria already packed with staff and the tour students. Hera met them, smiling at Dante as she led the way back to the table where Thomas and Justina sat.

    ***

    Amu found his oldest sister working in her garden, her hands deep in the healthy soil. She was tending apple saplings. She was obsessed with growing them. Amu thought it an obsession because the only person he knew who loved apples was Tani. Anit knew Tani loved them, and in a strange twist, she poured her guilt and love into growing a massive number of apple trees. His gaze moved over the large spread of apple saplings filling the one-acre garden behind their family home and he bit back a smile.

    “Anit, our fox clan log house is soon going to change its name to the Apple House,” Amu teased, leaning on the worktable where she kept her supplies. He folded his arms against his chest and smiled when Anit turned her gaze on him.

    “What problem brings you here?”

    “I also visit you when I don’t have problems to solve,” Amu said, with a slight frown.

    “You came to see me days ago,” Anit said. “I gave you apple trees for my Tani’s born day. Did you give them to him?”

    “I tried,” Amu said. “They are in our garden still in their growing bags. Tani is thinking on whether to plant them or leave them to me to plant.”

    Anit let out a heavy sigh, and pulled out her hands from the fertile soil. Her abilities similar to Tani’s, she could nurture soil, turn it healthy. She sat back on her haunches where she knelt, and rested her hands on her bright green frock.

    Anit gave all her attention to Amu.

    Amu took her in. His sister had given Tani the shape of her face, though hers was infinitely feminine and delicate. She had also given Tani his red hair. Where Tani’s hair boasted shades of brown in the red, Anit’s was pure red, like ripe pomegranate seeds. Her eyes the color of the leaves of an apple tree. She was short, only four feet nine, but the power within her could destroy a planet. She was as old as Sunu, the Immortal Lord. Her most destructive trait to date was her ability to carry a grudge. Her biggest gift was the ability to give life, as Tani was her greatest creation.

    “I need your help,” Amu said now, knowing her grudge against the Immortal Clan would make their conversation difficult. He held her green gaze. “Eren wants a meeting with you. She has a task that can only be completed with your approval.”

    Anit let out a soft chuckle.

    “It takes a special kind of man to walk into my domain and try to convince me to help the people who have imprisoned my son,” Anit said, barely taking a breath between her words. She closed her eyes and shook her head. “Don’t say more if you hope to see me in the next decade.”

    “Anit, our fox clan depends on you. You’ve made a vow to protect the mortal realm with our maker. You can’t shirk that duty just because you’ve closed the boundaries of our lands to the Immortal Clan,” Amu said. “I would not be here if it wasn’t important.”

    “What so important you would ask me to help the Immortal Clan?”

    Amu decided to use the one thing that always made Anit give in.

    “Tani cleansed a massive invasion of Kara ot in the mortal realm. The cuffs on his wrist had to come off for him to do it,” Amu said.

    Anit got up fast, scrambling to her feet; she wiped her hands on her skirts and crossed the distance to stand before Amu.

    “How is he? Is he lucid? Should I help?”

    Amu hid a smile at the pure concern in her eyes.

    “He’s fine,” Amu said. “His beloved helped him endure the pain. Dante is a bloodborn warlock this cycle.”

    ‘Don’t talk to me about the mortal,” Anit said, her voice half a growl. “Where is Tani?”

    “I left him at Elderwood. He looked in high spirits now that his beloved is close. He is still taking care of Deniz, Hera, and Tom.”

    “The mortal children he’s adopted while he endures loneliness because of a human soul,” Anit closed her eyes. “I don’t understand my own son. What does Eren want with our fox clan?”

    “The size of the Kara ot in the mortal realm is questionable,” Amu said. “She suspects someone carried it through the gates.”

    “So, she’s not interested in the fox clan but the Inter Clan Court,” Anit said, with a deep frown.

    “She wants to ask about the amount of kara ot in our lands,” Amu said.

    “Those stuck up idiots in the Septum don’t believe anyone outside the immortal clan can cleanse black weed.”

    Anit seethed for a moment, and then reached for a towel on the worktable. She wiped her hands and took in a deep breath.

    “I’ll change into appropriate clothes. We’ll go to Elderwood. I need to have a good look at Tani before I listen to Eren’s immortal clan nonsense.”

    “Tani might not want to see you,” Amu reminded her.

    “I’m his mother. He can’t change that fact no matter how many mortals he loves. He has endured pain, which usually has him passed out for years. I will see his face.”

    Anit shimmered away and Amu let out a sigh. He hoped Tani would be in a good mood after spending a day showing his beloved around the fortress. Otherwise, mother and son would only end up hurting each other again, and their last hurt had now lasted thousands of years.

    ****

    “Thank you for the tour, it was fascinating and we learned so much,” Justina said, smiling at Tani. “Is it possible to visit the fortress again?”

    “Perhaps, though the fortress is not open to visitors often. We made an exception for Mr. Arturo because he helped us with a dilemma,” Hera said. “We’ll have to keep in touch to see how tours would work out in the future.”

    “I hope you consider it,” Justina said, seconded by Thomas.

    The students each thanked Tani, Hera and Tom, and then they boarded the Arturo Vineyards staff bus.

    “So,” Dante said, turning to Tani. “When do I see you again?”

    Tani smiled, clasping his hands behind his back. “When do you want to see me?”

    “This evening until I close my eyes,” Dante said with a slow smile. “Tomorrow morning when I open my eyes, all day…”

    Tani chuckled.

    “I don’t remember you being so clingy.”

    Dante shrugged, reaching for Tani’s right hand. His fingers wrapping around Tani’s wrists, circling around the elder leaf bracelet.

    Tani bit his bottom lip. He had both hoped for and dreaded this moment for days. The moment he chose to throw in his lot with Dante Arturo, regardless of their assured destruction. His heart squeezed tight as he met Dante’s gaze.

    “Get your guests to the ferry,” Tani said, his voice soft, low, for Dante’s ears only. “See them off.”

    Dante took in a sharp breath and he seemed to hold it in as he waited.

    “Call me when you’re back at the vineyard,” Tani said, his tone full of promise. “I’ll come.”

    Dante smiled wide, his eyes lighting up so beautifully, Tani pulled his hand out of Dante’s hold fast afraid he might kiss the man in front of all his students. Just because he was always in love with Dante’s soul, didn’t mean Dante loved him too. It would be too soon. Gods, he had no sense of self-preservation.

    “I’ll hurry,” Dante said, not saying more. He waved goodbye to Tom and Hera, and then boarded the staff bus as fast as he could.

    Tani bit back a chuckle as the driver started the bus and pulled out of his parking space.

    “What was that?” Hera asked, coming to stand next to Tani.

    “What?”

    “That,” Hera nodded to the retreating bus. “You and Dante, making eyes at each other? Has the warlock enchanted you, given you some strong juju?”

    Tani chuckled and shrugged. He smiled at the retreating bus and started to walk away from the fortress.

    Babu?” Hera called after him.

    “I’ll be unavailable for a while,” Tani said.

    “Where will you be?” Hera asked.

    “Occupied by the strong juju,” Tani said, turning to wink at Hera. “Finish reading The Lightning Thief to Deniz for me.”

    Hera let out a soft sigh and Tani was aware of Tom pulling her into a short hug before they headed back to the fortress.

    Tani walked with brisk steps, taking the less traveled path back to his house behind the fortress. Once he was in a safe spot, he teleported into the living room, and immediately started to leave when he felt the strong energy in the room.

    A powerful wall of energy wrapped around him and stopped his escape. Tani solidified in the middle of the room, his gaze on his mother who stood by the long comfortable couch Deniz and Hera loved to lounge on.

    Anit looked every bit the fox goddess that she was, powerful, beautiful, and elegant. Her long hair looked like fire, and she had robbed the blue skies of color as her dress seemed alive with it. She started to cross the room to his side, and he gritted his teeth to greet her, hoping to stop her approach.

    “Mother.”

    Anit stopped a few inches away from him, her green eyes taking him in, there was a frown on her smooth forehead, and he scowled at the sight of it. She had no smiles for him, ever.

    “Tani,” she said, her voice coming out in a soft breath, as she reached up to touch his left cheek.

    He slapped her hand away and stepped back.

    “What are you doing here?” Tani asked, hating how defensive he sounded.

    “Amu came for me, something about Eren,” Anit said, with a negligent shrug. “I heard Cale took off the cuffs on your wrists. The last time it happened, you needed some help from me. You don’t like to hear it, but you did. Your mortal brings you so much misfortune…I-I worried.”

    Tani closed his eyes, a soft chuckle coming out of him before he could stop it.

    “What?” Anit asked a note of hurt in her voice. “Can’t I worry about my son?”

    “Which son do you worry about?” Tani asked, opening his eyes to look at Anit. “The last time we stood face to face, you screamed me out of your study at the Fox Clan’s log house. You could not stand to look at me because my eyes remind you of my father. Amu, the only one who has ever wanted me in our family, brought me to this mortal realm to live with him. He is my parent. I ask again, which son do you worry about?”

    Tani’s eyes burned with the faint power in his veins. Gold and amber shimmered in his eyes, and sure enough, Anit winced and stepped away from him, as though burned.

    “See, you still can’t look at me,” Tani chuckled, hating the bitterness coloring his forced laugh.

    “Is that why you have decided to torture yourself in the mortal realm? Why you live with the shadow of the power your parents gave you? It’s a disgrace to see the next Fox Lord live like this.”

    “Then forget you had me,” Tani said. “Continue living as though I don’t exist.”

    Anit slapped him, the force of her slap making him turn his head, his cheek exploded with pain but it could not compare to the pain in his heart.

    Tani bit his lip to keep from crying out and turned away from his mother. He paused when he saw Amu standing at the entrance into the living room.

    “You should not have brought her into our home without telling me first,” Tani said to Amu.

    “You returned earlier than I thought,” Amu said. “Cale is on his way with Eren. They were busy in the conservancy as per your request.”

    “Thank them for me. You know my mother and I can’t be in the same room,” Tani said. “I’ll stay at Artri House with Dante until you solve Eren’s issues. Find me when Elderwood is free of Eren, and The Fox Goddess.”

    “Tani—” Anit started behind him.

    Tani left his house not ready to hear her say his name again. It hurt too much when she never had good words for him to hear.

    Thankfully, she let him leave. He teleported to the olive grove at the Arturo Vineyard and stood among the old olive trees taking in deep breaths. His chest ached…not with anger, but with longing. He brought his right hand to his cheek, still remembering the feel of his mother’s hand on his skin even as it was painful. It was the first touch in years. He could not remember what it felt like when she hugged him, or held him. That he wished for the memory pained him more.

    Tears filled his eyes and he stared up at the sky wishing for rain to wash them away.

    ****

    Dante was filled with impatience during the ride back to the vineyard. He wished he could get the driver to speed, but it was four o’clock. Even though the island was no city, there was mild traffic caused by people returning home from a full day of work in their small city. He was glad when they finally left the city center and took the open road to the vineyard.

    Thunder rumbled in the sky, and Dante frowned when he felt power call to his. Heavy rain fell just as they entered the vineyard’s gates. Dante opened the window and held out his hand to the falling rain, and felt Tani’s power touch his.

    He bit his lip, waiting to call Tani’s name. The bus driver brought them to a stop at the front of Artri House. Dante thanked the bus driver for spending the day with him. He then sent him off to park the bus and clock out.

    Alone in the front yard, Dante spoke the words he had been holding in.

    “Tani, I’m home.”

    He stood in the front yard at Artri House, next to his mother’s favorite planting urns and waited in the rain. Hoping with all his heart that Tani had told him the truth, half-afraid Tani would ignore his call. His past lives made him feel insecure with Tani. Made him afraid Tani might not bother to give him a chance…he closed his eyes, when several minutes past.

    “Tani,” Dante said, pleading. “You promised. Please.”

    Dante felt a shift in the air, and then Tani stood before him shivering with cold: his clothes wet, his hair wet and sticking to his head, and his eyelashes clamped with water droplets.

    Dante stepped forward and gripped Tani’s arms. He looked into closed off amber eyes, and for a moment, thought he saw tears mixed in with the raindrops. Tears or no, Tani was unhappy.

    “What’s upset you?” Dante asked.

    Tani gave the slightest smile, and shook his head.

    “I wanted to spend time in your Artri House,” Tani said. “Now, I’m not sure it is appropriate.”

    “Why wouldn’t it be?”

    “I’m in a terrible mood. I’ll make for terrible company,” Tani said, looking up at the sky and the dark clouds above.

    Dante noted that Tani was still in the white shirt and pants he had worn earlier for their tour. He had not changed, which meant, something had happened during their short separation.

    “Keep your terrible mood,” Dante said, leaning in to press a kiss on Tani’s forehead. He reached for Tani’s right hand and tangled their fingers. “I’ll keep you.”

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  • A Thousand Years of Hope Ch 10-2

    “Dante, this place is epic,” Thomas said, folding his hands against his chest. “I can’t believe it is not on a roster at our department for visits.”

    “They’re low key about visits,” Dante said, fighting the urge to pace with impatience.

    They were in a waiting room. The eight students who had come along sat in the leather chairs around the room murmuring amongst themselves. They were all waiting for their guide.

    “How did you find them again?” Justina asked.

    “Professor Roberto from biology,” Dante said. “He said they have a lab that tests soils. Though he has not visited the conservancy, one of their researchers worked with Professor Roberto.”

    “No wonder,” Thomas said. “If Roberto discovered this place, we would not have heard the end of it.”

    Justina chuckled, and started to comment only to stop when the door opened.

    Tom walked in first. Looking formal in his business suit. Hera followed, looking beautiful this morning in a navy blue dress. She smiled at Dante when their gazes met, giving him a short nod of recognition.

    Then…Tani walked in.

    Dante forgot all the reasons why he was here. His gaze riveted on Tani, taking him in from his red brown hair, to his amber eyes hidden behind reading glasses. He looked handsome in a white shirt and tailored dark trousers. He wore white slip-on Vans this time. Dante smiled as he realized Tani seemed to have a serious fixation with the brand.

    Tani stood behind Hera and Tom, hands in his pockets. His gaze moving around the room.

    Dante took in a breath, waiting…he breathed out when Tani finally looked at him and their gazes held. Time stopped, for a solid minute, and all he could do was look at Tani.

    Then, Tom started talking and Tani broke their gaze. Dante sucked in air, feeling the loss of Tani’s gaze on him deep in his soul.

    “I want to welcome you to The Elderwood Conservancy,” Tom was saying. “We have not had guests in a while, so we’re all excited to show off a bit of our fortress.”

    “We hope you enjoy the tour and the stories you’ll learn about this fortress from one of our patrons,” Tom said. “Next to me, is Miss Hera. She helps manage our conservancy. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to approach her. Professor Arturo, you mentioned in your message that you want to look at the architecture of the building, and learn about the fortress’s history. Is that right?”

    “Yes,” Dante said, nodding. “We’re learning how architecture from the different eras in history still influences modern architecture. Also, if we can get an explanation as to why the horrendous addition of modern walls at the front.”

    The students laughed, and Tani shook his head at Dante for the mischief. Dante found he liked Tani’s censuring look.

    “I’m sure you’ll discover the answer soon,” Tom said with a quick smile. “Allow me to introduce our patron, Mr. Tani Ryuzo. His family has supported and lived in this fortress since its commission in the fifteenth century.”

    Tom clapped his hands, prompting the students to do the same.

    Tani grinned at Tom’s short introduction, and took a step forward.

    “Call me, Ryuzo,” Tani said, and then turned to Dante, Justina and Thomas. “And, I will take responsibility for the addition of modern walls at the front.”

    Dante grinned, and Tani nodded, turning his attention to the students.

    “Everyone keeps inviting you to The Elderwood Conservancy, so I’ll explain who we are,” Tani said. “We are an organization dedicated to creating a safe space for endangered wild animals and plants. We also run an environment research center where we work to discover new ways to protect and conserve our environment.”

    “Are you saying the forests around the fortress belong to the conservancy?” One of the students asked.

    “Yes, they are protected forests,” Tani said. “If you do go deeper, you’re likely to run into wild animals and discover rare plants which cannot be harvested.”

    “Do the wild animals reach the fortress?”

    “They can but they don’t,” Tani said. “But, we have mounted a perimeter fence about two hundred meters around the fortress to protect the mortals living here.”

    Tom coughed, and Tani glanced at Dante who was hiding a grin at his use of the word mortals.

    “I meant to say, we don’t want the wild animals finding our staff in their offices,” Tani said, gaining chuckles from the students. “We do get an occasional monkey stealing bananas from an unsuspecting staff member in the flower gardens, but the fortress grounds are secure.”

     “How do I work here?” A dark haired young man sitting at the front asked, looking quite serious and eager.

    “Does it look like a fun place to work?” Tani asked.

    “Yes, I love conservation science,” he said.

    Tani grinned.

    “Then, we would have to ask Tom and Hera,” Tani said. “They are the true heroes of our organization. They work at the helm of the conservancy, coordinating the massive effort it takes to navigate various government laws, keep researchers working, and keep our conservancy safe and secure. Talk to them on how to join,” Tani said. “Now, about the fortress….and the addition of modern walls…”

    “You’re not going to let that go, are you?” Dante asked.

    “No,” Tani said, making the students laugh again. “The building is steeped in ottoman architecture. The smaller tower at the entrance was used to control who entered the fortress. The rest of the building is what makes it a fortress with its four towers. It is square with three flours on each wing and a courtyard in the middle. Let’s not sit in here. If you’ll come with me, we’ll start with the front tower of the fortress and work our way in.”

    Dante smiled as Tani led the way out of the waiting room.

    Hera’s phone buzzed and she moved to the side to answer the call.

    Thomas and Justina approached Tom, so it fell to Dante to herd their students after Tani. They left the waiting room and turned left.

    Tani led them into a hidden stairwell right after the waiting room that led up to the smaller round front tower.

    “As mentioned earlier, the fortress was commissioned in the Fifteenth Century. At the time, Ottoman Empire was enduring a great expansion, which meant war. A great shift of power began, and as is expected of war, the need for sanctuary grew. The fortress was commissioned for this purpose,” Tani said, as they climbed the stairs. “The wall on your right is part of the original build, constructed with natural stone and mortar. It was the busiest part of the fortress because it was the first point of contact. Suppliers left their wares here, messengers spoke to the fortress soldiers, and anyone who wanted sanctuary made their request in this tower.”

    Dante ran his hands over the cold stone, and slowed down when for a full minute, he thought he saw the stairs turn to wood instead of the marble they were now. The walls covered with intricate wood beams, and an elegant balustrade running along on the side with glass. He stopped and blinked.

    He looked up in time to see his students following Tani up the tower. His gaze lingered on the glass walls showing off the front of the building. He hurried up the steps, past his lingering students until he was behind Tani.

    “Why was the tower rebuilt?” Dante asked, needing to know.

    “In the seventeenth century, a great fire broke out in this tower,” Tani said. “The occupants of the fortress had a disagreement with a neighboring Sultan. The tower was built using wood between floors, on the stairs and the roofing. The fire left it severely damaged, the structure almost collapsed. We’re lucky the fire did not spread to the rest of the fortress.”

    The stairs brought them to an open landing on the third floor. The glass wall built on their left showed off a stunning view of the fountain and the front of the fortress.

    “When did the tower gain the glass view?” Justina asked, having reached them.

    Tani’s attention was on a glass door at an open space to their right. He smiled when the door opened, and a tall man wearing a security uniform waved at him.

    “This front tower stayed damaged for a time. We—it was rebuilt in the early nineteenth century as a reception area for visitors. As architecture modernized, and the fortress’s work changed, we redesigned this part of the tower to serve the needs of the conservancy. The fortress has always served as a sanctuary,” Tani said, leading them to the open glass doors and Dante was surprised to discover a very modern security room.

    The room was packed with security officers monitoring screens filled with forests, and swamps.

    “Wow,” Thomas said, as eager to discover as his students. “What is this?”

    “As I said before, we’re responsible for the forests around us. These last few decades, it has become important to monitor the conservancy’s lands for poachers and raiders in the forests looking for precious trees and herbs. The men and women you see at work watch out for unusual movements like human encroachment into forests, poachers hunting our herd of precious Asian elephants,” Tani said. “If you want to work here, expect action-filled days when we chase poachers off the conservancy.”

    “Do you ever allow public tours in the forests?” one of the students asked.

    “No,” Tani said. “We only allow need-based tours for research scientists. The team of wildlife veterinarians we have on staff run the tours. They take care of any animals that absolutely need support. They also help us learn how to monitor, maintain and increase the numbers of the endangered animals.”

    “How do you get a job here again?” Justina asked.

    “Ask Hera or Tom,” the students told her in answer.

    “Fred is going to show you a little movie the security staff prepared to show you the amazing creatures we have on our conservancy,” Tani said, nodding to the tall man who wore the security uniform.

    Fred urged the students to follow him to a small sitting area with a screen mounted on the wall. Tani stayed back to allow the students to move closer. Some sat on the four chairs before the screen, the remaining stood behind their friends, with Thomas and Justina joining them.

    Dante took the chance to finally stand next to Tani.

    The moment he leaned on the wall next to Tani, Dante cursed under his breath at the mad urge to lean in closer to Tani and take in a deep breath. Tani smelled so good: apple and citrus teased his senses. He started to cave in to the urge, but he didn’t get a chance. Instead, he found himself staring into Tani’s amber eyes, still distracting even hidden behind reading glasses.

    Tani watched him for a moment, and then smiled.

    “What?”

    “Why did this tower really burn down?” Dante asked, as Fred dimmed the lights near the screen and started his video.

    Tani folded his arms against his chest and shifted on the wall to face Dante.

    “Why do you want to know?” Tani asked in a low whisper, his amber eyes visible even in the dim light.

    “I had a moment when we were coming up,” Dante said, matching Tani’s low whisper. “It felt like I was once here in this tower. The stairs were made of wood, so was the roof…”

    Dante remembered the stories from his grandmother’s journal.

    “I think the fortress was used to protect women who did not want to live as slaves at the time. They made dyes and wove carpets here in exchange for a place to live. I…”

    “You were Dane. You helped bring those women here,” Tani said, his voice filled with nostalgia.

    “Hm,” Dante nodded, and then added. “Dane is not me though, he just looked like me.”

    Tani chuckled and nodded.

    “I know. Dane was different. He was a soldier born of a Christian woman and stolen from her at birth. He grew up into a masked janissary under a powerful sultan. We met while I was saving women lost in the forest. He helped me fight off deadly mercenaries, and we fell in love,” Tani said. “He later fell in love with a woman in the castle where he worked. She discovered his visits to our fortress. She sent a troop to burn the place, and stop Dane from helping the women. This tower suffered the worst of the fire they set. We sent everyone away to our other sanctuaries and emptied the fortress for a period.”

    “He should have chosen to stay and help you,” Dante said, angry at Dane’s love for a vengeful woman.

    “You’re angry,” Tani said, studying him. “Don’t be. Dane helped the women because we were together, not because he thought I was doing the right thing. When the woman in the castle found out about the fortress, he ended our relationship in the only way he could. He returned to who he was and delayed the troops so that the women were able to escape. I—”

    “Your heart was broken,” Dante cut in, his anger rising at Dane’s betrayal of Tani. “He broke it when he married the woman who burned down this tower. You watched the wedding in the square, and then left after bidding him goodbye.”

    Tani exhaled and shrugged.

    “It wasn’t the first time,” Tani said, his gaze shifting to the video on the large screen on the wall. “I wasn’t helpless as you know. The fortress endured. It was a cycle I had to get through.”

    “Tani,” Dante started oddly upset about the last part of Tani’s comment. As though he was resigned to all of Dante’s predecessors hurting him now.

    “Stop thinking about sad things. Watch the video,” Tani said. “I’m really quite proud of Hera and Tom’s work with the Asian elephants. They’ve managed to increase their numbers. I’m going to need to expand their territory somehow, maybe you can help.”

    Dante studied Tani’s face in the dim light and wondered where Tani hid his hurt. Where he took the pain of centuries of betrayal. He wished—

    “Don’t look at me like that,” Tani said.

    “Like what?” Dante asked.

    “Like you owe me,” Tani hissed at him. “It is the last thing I want from you, Dante Arturo.”

    “Then what do you want?” Dante asked.

    Tani shrugged and moved away from him.

    Dante breathed out and returned his attention to the video his students were watching. The screen was filled with a Bengal tiger climbing a large tree. The tiger was magnificent, but all Dante could think of was the scent of apples and citrus filling his nose, and the picture of Tani watching Dane get married as written in the journal.

    When the video ended, the students clapped, and asked Fred a few questions before they had to move on to the next part of the tour.

    Tani was cordial with the students. He answered questions with patience as he took them to the fourth floor of the tower where they discovered the reason why all the glass. A glass dome covered the top, creating an observatory complete with a very professional telescope.

    They each got a turn at the telescope, and then had to move on to the next part of the tour.

    Tani walked them through magnificent hallways with high arches built with brick, and exotic wood, the walls adorned with colored stone and tiles. They all marveled at a drawing room turned library, whose walls were decorated with gold calligraphy.

    Dante watched Tani through the tour, barely asking his questions, his thoughts preoccupied with the past and the present. He wondered what Dane had seen walking these halls with Tani. He wondered what that idiot had thought giving up on Tani so easily for a woman who would dare burn this place down. Thinking about it made Dante angry.

    “You must be hungry,” Tani said, pausing at a wide grand staircase that would lead them back to the ground floor. “We have gone through three wings of the fortress. Due to privacy reasons, we cannot enter the fourth wing. It is a residential area, and is where our staff lives. We are left with the courtyard…”

    Tani frowned, looking over Dante’s students to the back.

    “Alas, we cannot enter the courtyard for legal reasons,” Tani said, pointing to Hera and Tom who were holding their hands up and shaking their heads. “Or so I’m told. There is a renovation crew working on the archway leading to the front hall. Our tour will now head to the cafeteria. Hera and Tom will guide the way and you can get a warm meal.”

    “Aren’t you coming along?” One of the girls asked. “You’re not leaving us, are you?”

    Tani met Dante’s gaze and then grinned at the girl.

    “I’m not leaving yet. I’ll join you in the cafeteria in a few minutes,” Tani said.

    Hera and Tom took over, guiding the students away.

    Tani frowned when Dante remained standing at the landing just watching him.

    “Why are you still looking so sad?” Tani asked, his hands at his sides. “Is it because of what I said about Dane earlier?”

    “I can’t shake it off,” Dante said. “Any of it. I thought I could, but hearing you talk about it…I think this burden is too heavy. What do you do with the pain? None of them could burn it away. They were human, pure.”

    Tani held out his right hand to Dante. He sighed when Dante did not make a move to take his hand. So, he closed the distance between them. Tani removed the reading glasses he wore, so that Dante could see his amber eyes.

    “How much do you know of our past?” Tani asked.

    “We’ve loved each other seven times that I know of, and two that are not quite clear to me,” Dante said, remembering the stories in the diary written by his grandmother, plus the dreams he had experienced. “Each time, I have disappointed you and you’ve walked away with a broken heart. How can you look at me as you are right now?”

    “How do I look at you?”

    “With interest,” Dante said, frowning.

    “You are interesting, Dante,” Tani said. “How did you come to know of our past?”

    “A journal written by my grandmother,” Dante said. “She worried I would disappoint you too. My mother gave it to me when you left the vineyard. I read it and wanted to see you. I wanted to…”

    “To what?” Tani asked, cocking his head to the side.

    “I don’t know,” Dante said, shaking his head. “Now that you’re standing in front of me, I don’t know what I should do.”

    Tani studied him for a moment, and then held out his right hand again.

    “Are you going to take my hand, or aren’t you?”

    Dante’s gaze shifted to Tani’s right palm. His gaze fixating on the thin bracelets shaped like Elderwood leaves. The leaves a mirage, hiding the true shape of the gold cuffs Tani wore because of him.

    “Tani,” Dante said, his voice a whisper, as he looked into amber eyes. “I’m afraid that if I hold your hand, I won’t want to let go. Do you think you can accept me? I—I want to try being with you. I’m not like the past me.”

    Tani chuckled and shook his head.

    “You were always different, never the same. Also, I’m the one offering my hand, Dante. Will you take it or not?” Tani asked.

    Dante placed his left hand over Tani’s palm, and gasped when Tani clasped his fingers tight.

    “Close your eyes,” Tani said.

    It was the only warning he got, then they were in a burst of gold light. The landing faded away and then they were standing in a large round room. The domed ceiling filled with paintings of a floating citadel surrounded by waterfalls. The floating citadel was so exotic, Dante thought it a fantasy, including the man painted in a corner sitting on tall throne like chair. He looked like Tani, but wasn’t, the hair was wrong, it was dark and long.

    “This is the fourth tower in the fortress. This room takes up the third and fourth floor. It is not accessible by anyone,” Tani said, looking at Dante. “You have to be Ekho to enter here. Not even Hera and Tom know about it because there is no door.”

    Dante nodded in understanding, looking around the room. The windows were high and tall. They allowed more than enough light into the perfect round room. The light showed off painted portraits mounted in intervals on the natural stonewalls. The furniture looked antique, the shelves filled with books, and leather bound journals. There was a desk with two chairs set next to each other. A long comfortable couch arranged by what he assumed used to be a fireplace.

    “There used to be a bed in the middle,” Tani said. “I got rid of it in a fit of anger after a bad night.”

    “You have a temper,” Dante said.

    “You do too,” Tani said, with a shrug. “This is—was my room until the last century. I—I—, um, since you know what we have been to each other, I want to share my memories of you, not what others have told you.”

    Dante nodded in agreement.

    Tani rewarded him with a small smile then clasped his hand tight and led him to a painting to their right. Dante sucked in air when he took a close look at the hanging portrait.

    It was Durante. The first one of him. He was dressed in the white robes he wore the day he married, and broke Tani’s heart. The one who started Tani’s hell.

    “I still remember the day I met you clear as day,” Tani said, his voice low. “Your scent drew me to you. The pack of wolves chased you, you didn’t shout because you were afraid your family would hear and come after you. So, you ran…and stumbled through the barriers I made right into my protected forest. I had no choice but to save you.”

    “Barriers?”

    “Yes,” Tani said, reaching out to run his palm over the frame of the portrait. The dust on the frame disappeared, and Tani dropped his hand away. “You ran right through, I suppose you were meant to.”

    Dante studied the portrait. A fine gold mist surrounded Durante in the portrait. He had thought it dust at first, but now that Tani had cleared it away, the gold mist remained.

    “What is this?” Dante asked, touching the gold mist aura, tightly wrapped around Durante.

    “It is how I see you even now,” Tani said. “I took after my mother’s people more than my father imagined. Ekho’s believe in having one true beloved. When we meet them, we share part of ourselves with our beloved. A sacred bond that cannot be severed. When I first met you, I knew, you’re my beloved. I tried to ignore it for a time after you left the forest. You were human and I am Ekho. We were from different worlds, it was better to wait for another time, another meeting. It is what our people do. But then, you returned holding food and concern for me. I—”

    “You tried to scare him,” Dante said, remembering Tani letting go of his glamour for Durante in his dream. “You showed him your eyes, and your claws thinking it would make him run.”

    “He called me a fox,” Tani grinned. “I let him think so, because it was easiest. I didn’t know how to explain my kind. My heart would not let him be alone, so I loved him as the fox he thought I was.”

    “He ended up breaking your heart,” Dante said, shaking his head, remembering the night Durante wedded and Tani wore his gold cuffs.

    “He needed immortality,” Tani said, with a small shrug. “A mortal’s life is short; a blink of an eye and it’s over. So, mortals form bonds through family. Their children meant to succeed where their ancestors did not, meant to push the family to the next era, the next century. His decisions were rooted to the ways of a mortal. Without him, you would not exist. He made the right decision. Because I love him, I understood him.”

    “I don’t,” Dante said, shaking his head. “If he loved you too, he should have been loyal to you.”

    “Don’t judge him so harshly,” Tani said, turning to meet Dante’s gaze. “Durante’s bloodline has lived one thousand years, moving from century to century. It is the best magic he could have forged.”

    “Still—”

    “You have two children,” Tani said, his words coming out sharp. “Your bloodline will see the next generation, and the generation after and so on. Who are you to judge him?”

    “I did not marry Viola,” Dante said, needing Tani to understand his failure with Viola. “She is not my beloved, Tani. I—”

    “You what?”

    “I was careless when I was younger. I stayed with Viola and let her believe in a future together when I felt nothing for her. We made Zach and April, but I could never offer her more than financial support. We separated, for her sake and the children. I am not tied to Viola and I regret the pain our relationship brought to her.”

    “Don’t regret the children,” Tani said, shaking his head. “Don’t do that when they both love you so much.”

    “I don’t regret Zach and April,” Dante said. “I am however, a bad parent to them.”

    Tani stared at him for a moment, and then turned to the portraits on the walls. He moved to the second one and shrugged.

    “I’ve come to realize that parents are also people who make mistakes. Their children must learn how to live with the mistakes they make,” Tani said, smiling at the second man he loved. “He was Dante like you. Simple man who only wanted a simple life. He didn’t know what I was, nor think me a fox. We were happy for a time.”

    “Until his wife chased you out of the settlement,” Dante said.

    “Violet has remained a steady force in your life with an astounding variation of her name,” Tani said letting out a soft chuckle. “I hated her for a while, in time my hate turned to tolerance. I suppose without her, you would not be here.”

    “Tani.”

    Tani moved to the next painting, placing his palm over the frame, his power wiping away the dust.

    “This was Duante,” Tani said, studying the painting of a man dressed in white robes. “He was a scribe. Quite dedicated to his work at a magistrate’s office. We were together for a very short time before he married and promptly chased me away. He made me so angry, I left his town and traveled the world, determined to forget him.”

    Dante held his tongue as Tani went down the line of four more versions of him, until he stopped at the portrait of a masked janissary, a red strip over his mask. Tani lingered on this one, his gaze complicated.

    “We have the same portrait at Artri House,” Dante said. “He is holding the mask and his eyes are full of sorrow. Why is he different for you?”

    “His Violet burned my tower,” Tani mused. “He loved me enough to hide the existence of this fortress from his Sultan. I just didn’t understand his ties to his family were tighter than the ones before. He almost made me believe he would stay with me, until Violet burned the fortress. It is lucky he cared enough for my causes to help the women who found sanctuary here. After him, I almost gave up.”

    “One of Dane’s daughters found my great-grandfather,” Dante said.

    “Yes,” Tani said. “Someone pushed her to find him for his bloodline. I knew nothing of it. The family was consistent with the name Durante for two more generations, which is probably why they named you Dante.”

    “My grandmother knew the original story,” Dante said. “The patriarch of the family told her.”

    “I figured as much,” Tani said, stopping at the last portrait.

    In it, Durante was dressed in a dated suit, probably nineteen twenty. He stood tall and held a cane.

    “I ran away to East Africa after surviving him,” Tani confessed. “Even though he married Violet early, he kept us longest. I was a secret he enjoyed having. We stayed together until he turned thirty. Then Violet wanted to move to the Americas, so they left. I would have followed, but he insisted on having a clean slate when they landed in New York. A branch of his family stayed here, and the other moved to New York.”

    Tani sighed, and let go of Dante’s hand.

    “So,” Tani said, indicating the nine portraits on the wall. “This is the size of the baggage I carry. I have tried my best to let it go, but…there are moments when it leaves me feeling broken. The cuffs on my wrist probably have a lot to do with that.”

    Dante stood in the round room, his gaze moving from portrait to portrait. The faces on each one similar to his, but not quite. Their priorities certainly differed from his.

    “Tani,” Dante said, facing the extraordinary man who had loved his soul for centuries. “Let’s agree on three facts.

    “Okay,” Tani said. “What facts are these?”

    “First, I am not them,” Dante said, pointing to the portraits. “Agreed?”

    Tani folded his arms against his chest, and studied him for a moment.

    “Agreed,” Tani said after a while. “You were never the same, ever.”

    “Okay, this is good,” Dante said, taking a step toward Tani. “Two, I am truly interested in you. And when I say interested, I want to kiss you and make love with you. What about you?”

    Tani smiled wide, studying him for another minute before he dropped his hands to his sides and nodded.

    “I’ve always wanted you, Dante,” Tani said. “Our physical attraction has never been the problem.”

    “That’s good to know,” Dante said, relieved, he took a step toward Tani.

    “I’ve heard about us from my grandmother’s journal, then a warning from a grimoire in our home. All of them ask me not to disappoint you. As a result, I ran here to find you,” Dante said.

    “I thought you wanted a tour for your students?” Tani asked.

    “No, I was hoping to find you because I don’t have your phone number or know where you live. I have to tell you, it breaks my heart when I listen to you talk about us. It sounds like you’ve given up on me,” Dante said, taking another step forward, stopping only because Tani raised his right hand as though to stop him.

    “You’ve judged my decision on all the others,” Dante said. “I’m not them.”

    “No, you’re not,” Tani agreed. “Your warlock education has given you more information than the rest. I’m grateful that I don’t have to explain what an Ekho is to you.”

    “My Grandmaster is a solid jerk who pushed me too hard and turned me into an overachiever. I even know there is a Septum in the Ekho Realm, and what it has done to you with those cuffs.”

    “Sounds like a man who understands how to groom a fire warlock,” Tani said. “You have one thing right too. I have given up on proving my choice. I was not going to meet you this lifetime. , This time, I was going to ignore you existed and return to the Ekho Realm forever.”

    Dante nodded, taking in the sting of Tani’s words. He stepped back.

    “Why did you approach me?” Dante asked. “If you gave up on me, you should have let the kara ot ravage our vineyard.”

    “I should have,” Tani said, his answer stinging more than it should. “But I can’t. It’s an Ekho’s job to make sure that blight does not spread in the mortal realm.”

    “So, you came out of obligation?” Dante asked, oddly hurt by the thought.

    “Yes,” Tani said. “No matter what’s happened between us, I can’t see you in danger.”

    Dante took comfort in that statement and took a step forward.

    “Then, Tani, are you willing to give me a chance?” Dante asked. “My number three is: How do I show you that I choose you this time?”

    “You—”

    Dante waved to the portraits around him.

    “I understand from your perspective that the evidence is clearly not on my side,” Dante said, scowling at the men on the wall with his face. “I’ve never felt so attacked just as I’m thinking of hitting on a guy I like for a date. This is a lot of pressure. So, give me a chance, Tani.”

    Tani stared at him for a full minute, and then chuckled.

    “I just laid out our less than stellar past,” Tani said.

    “I still want my chance,” Dante said, pointing to all the portraits. “Each of them got their chance. They fucked up. I want mine.”

    “We might not have enough time,” Tani started, then bit his bottom lip as though to stop himself from talking.

    “I don’t care,” Dante said, taking another step toward Tani. It brought him close enough to take in Tani’s scent again. “I want my chance with you. My time with you, Tani. Can you give me that?”

    Amber eyes met Dante’s determined gaze.

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  • A Thousand Years of Hope Ch 10-1

    A storm ravaged the island late Tuesday night, rain falling into the early hours of Wednesday.

    A whispered ‘help’ woke Tani from a deep sleep. He sat up on his bed and listened to the raging rain. The trees in the forest around them broke most of it…

    The plea for help came again, and he got out of bed.

    Closing his eyes, he listened, and once it came again, he followed it, teleporting to the overflowing river in the middle of the conservancy. The waters had swelled and spilled over to the bank. Not caring that the rain was soaking him; he stood on a flat rock, searching until he saw the little red fox standing on the edge of the flooding river. It was pacing in distress, trying to reach a bobbing boulder caught between two large branches. The river water doing its best to take the boulder downstream.

    Tani froze when he saw a second fox caught under the shifting boulder. The river water was racing down too fast. He didn’t stop to think. He simply teleported to the two large branches, reached down, and caught the drowning fox by its neck just as the boulder got loose of the branches and went racing downstream.

    Cradling the soaking fox, he returned to the flat rock, and the little fox that had called for help ran after him.

    “You poor things, your cave must have flooded,” Tani said, placing the drowned fox he held on the flat rock. The little fox leaned closer, peering at its friend. “Don’t worry. He’s just swallowed a lot of water.”

    Tani pressed two fingers to the still fox’s stomach and pushed. Water came out of its mouth and it coughed. Tani rubbed its back, turning the tired fox to its side as it coughed out more water. When it was breathing easier, Tani smiled and pressed his palms on both sides to warm it up. The rain was still falling, so he looked around the thick forest. They needed shelter.

    Taking the two foxes into his arms, he walked deeper into the forest until he found a hollowed-out tree. He lined the inside of the hollow with leaves and urged the little foxes into the space.

    “You two, don’t wander close to the river until I can get it to calm down,” Tani said when they were settled. The little fox who had desperately called for help licked his hand, and he smiled at the affection. “Stay here until the rain stops.”

    He spent a few minutes making sure the hollowed-out tree was safe and dry. When he was done, he returned to the burgeoning river.

    Tani checked to see if there were any other animals caught in the fast sweep of water. He tried to calm the waters with his power, but it hurt to use too much. He was still raw from the vineyard so he stopped. Letting out a sigh, he decided he would need to talk to Uncle Amu in the morning. Returning home, Tani found himself standing in the middle of his bedroom, soaked to the bone.

    Staring at his muddy feet, all he could think about was what Dante was doing at the same exact moment.

    At six in the morning, Tani sat at the kitchen island table, reading a daily report from the conservancy on a tablet they kept in the kitchen.

    There were damaged boundary fences, and broken cameras in the forest and the flooding river was making it difficult for the animals to cross it. It pained him that his power still felt too raw to use. If he were to take on the tending of the conservancy, it would take him all day.

    Eren entered the kitchen and stopped when she saw him. She was in a long simple frock, her hair falling down her back. She was on bare feet, clearly not dressed for the day.

    Eren started to turn away in a clear escape.

    “Eren,” Tani said, remembering that she kept making his Elderwood bushes bloom. He could channel her excess power to the river.

    “Little lordling,” Eren said, turning to face him, and looking around the sunny kitchen. “Lord Amu?”

    “He’s not back yet,” Tani said.

    “Hera and Tom?” Eren asked.

    “They are at the fortress working,” Tani said, placing his tablet down, now studying Eren. She was clearly unwilling to be in the same room with him. Had to be his comment about disowning his father.

    “And Cale?” Eren asked, going down the list of all the people she met last night.

    Tani grinned as he realized Eren was hoping she would not have to deal with him alone.

    “Cale we can find,” Tani said. “All we have to do is call for him.”

    “You mean you call for him,” Erin said, bunching the skirts of her dress. “He won’t respond to me. I’ve tried.”

    Tani blinked. He had always thought Cale responded to every call made to him.

    “Cale?” Tani said and smiled when Cale appeared a few minutes later in a charcoal grey suit. His hair was brushed to perfection, he was busy adjusting his cuffs.

    “You called, Little Lordling,” Cale said.

    “Eren was asking about you,” Tani said, pushing the tablet toward Cale who stood a few feet away. He got up from his chair and went to the coffee maker in the corner. He didn’t feel like tea this morning. It was lucky someone in the house had felt the same at a point. There was coffee already made.

    “Do you think you can help me with a bit of work?” Tani asked. “The river is flooding and it is causing trouble.”

    “I will only make it get worse,” Cale said, picking up the tablet and reading the list made by Tom’s team.

    “I don’t need you to fix it, take Eren,” Tani said, finding a mug, he poured himself a half cup and sipped the bitter liquid. “There were foxes in trouble last night. I tried to soothe the river last night, but I could not.”

    He lifted his right wrist to show his cuffs.

    “I overused at the vineyard,” Tani said, smiling at a panic-stricken Eren. “It happens after a big use. Eren, do you mind?”

    “No,” Eren said, shaking her head. “I mean, yes, I will help.”

    Tani smiled at her.

    “Thank you.”

    “Stop making her feel guilty this early in the morning,” Cale said, placing the tablet on the table. He moved to the coffee maker, checked the state of the coffee, and sighed. “Stop drinking stale coffee.”

    Cale took the mug Tani held and the coffee pot to pour out the coffee and rinse at the sink. He was adding fresh water to the coffee pot when his cell phone buzzed.

    Tani frowned, wondering where he had left his own. He had not seen it since the day he was at the Arturo vineyard.

    “Hi Hera,” Cale said when he answered the call. “He’s right here. I’ll put you on speaker.”

    Cale placed his phone on the island table and returned to making coffee.

    Babu,” Hera said. “Where did you take your phone?”

    Tani chuckled and returned to his chair.

    “I don’t know,” Tani said.

    “Honestly,” Hera said, exasperation clear. “I’m going to find a cord to clip on the phone and have you wear it like a necklace. Uncle Amu won’t make it to the tour. We need you.”

    “No.” Tani started to protest, gaining Cale’s undivided attention.

    “Who is going to do it then?” Hera asked.

    “You or Tom,” Tani said.

    Hera sighed and would have started complaining but Cale stopped her.

    “Just a sec, Hera,” Cale muted the call and turned to Tani.

    “You promised to make an effort on this,” Cale said, glaring at Tani. “Running away is not helping you or him. Time keeps moving along.”

    “Why do you care so much?”

    “I’m not going to answer that,” Cale said, glancing at a fascinated Eren. “All I know is that you should do the tour today. If you don’t, Eren won’t help with the river, right Eren?”

    Eren started to protest inclusion, but Cale glared at her and she sighed.

    “Right?” she said, though it sounded more like a question.

    Tani scoffed, looking at her for a moment, and then he turned to Cale.

    “You’re enjoying this too much,” Tani said and reached for Cale’s phone. He unmuted the call. “Alright, Hera, what time should I be there?”

    “Before ten o’clock, you can use Tom’s office. We’ll be waiting for you,” Hera said.

    “See you,” Tani ended the call and studied Cale who was now making coffee. “You’re very invested in me and Dante.”

    “I’m just tired of watching the colossal disasters that happen between you,” Cale said. “I miss my domain and a peaceful existence.”

    “You can imagine how absurd that sounds from the Ekho god of calamity,” Tani pointed out.

    “You’re full of good fortune, but you never make it work for you,” Cale said, pouring Tani a fresh cup of coffee when it was ready. He brought the mug to Tani, his right brow raised. “Who is more absurd?”

    Tani drank his coffee in silence because he had no answer for Cale. He needed to deal with his indecisiveness. Right before ten o’clock, he teleported into Tom’s office after a hurried shower and a change of clothes.

    Hera was visibly relieved to see him. She hurried to his side to adjust his shirt, while Tom watched them from behind his large desk.

    “I am so glad you agreed to give this tour,” Hera said, arranging the mandarin collar on Tani’s white shirt. “Otherwise, Tom would have to, and he bores everyone to sleep.”

    Tom chuckled and Tani winked at him.

    Tani had left the top two buttons of the shirt open. Hera finished with the collar and brushed off lint from his shoulder. Tani tugged at the long sleeves of his shirt. He had used a bit of magic to turn the gold cuffs on his wrist into thin bracelets carved to look like a chain of Elderwood leaves.

    Tani smoothed his left hand over the short part of his hair on the left side.

    Hera made use of the comb she held to manage the long fringe of hair falling to the right side. She brushed his hair down his right side, straightening out red-brown curls into their cut, making sure his hair hid his right ear lobe. She used a finger to slide a few strands away from his forehead.

    Tani grinned at the intent look on her face as she brushed his hair.

    She was the one who had taken him to the salon. Hera and Deniz chose his hairstyle, turning it into a right undercut with his long hair brushed to one side to hide the gold Elderwood leaves on his right earlobe.

    Hera stepped away from him when she was satisfied with her work. She placed the comb in a small bag on Tom’s desk, and then took him in.

    They were anticipating the arrival of Dante’s students in a few minutes. Tom and Hera were handling the visit arrangements: clearing with the various departments, as well as the cafeteria.

    Tani had been last to arrive at Tom’s office.

    “How do I look?” Tani asked Hera.

    “Like the patron of The Elderwood Conservancy,” Hera said with a satisfied nod. She handed Tani gold-rimmed reading glasses that would mute the otherness of his eyes. Tani wore them without protest. “Am I right, Tom?”

    “Right,” Tom said, getting up from his chair behind the desk. “The alarm at the gate pinged my phone three minutes ago. They are here.”

    Tani breathed in and moved to the windows showing off the front of the building.

    His heart sped up when a few minutes later he saw a white staff bus driving up to the fortress’ front entrance. Despite the many hours Tani spent telling himself he should not get excited over Dante, his heart betrayed him when the man so much as appeared.

    Just knowing Dante was on the bus was enough to get his heart speeding.

    Tani let out a quiet sigh and slid his hands into his tailored black trousers. This was the start. He had no way to stop it, and he was afraid this time he was going to hurt too many people.

    Babu,” Tom said, coming to stand next to him. “Uncle Amu is sure you’ll not be as available after today. Should we be worried?”

    Tani stared at the white bus, which had slowed down, navigating around the fountain at the front and coming to a stop at the front doors.

    “The conservancy will continue,” Tani said. “You’re here. There is Uncle Amu, and Cale is around. Everything should run without a problem, the same way it has when I was away.”

    “Okay,” Tom said with a soft sigh.

    Tani looked behind him and was glad to see Hera on the phone.

    “I will ask you to make an appointment with the conservancy’s law firm,” Tani said, giving Tom a small smile. “I need to clean up a few things.”

    Tom studied him for a moment and then frowned.

    “I hope you know that I’m as attached to you as Hera and Deniz,” Tom said. “I know you disappear on us, but it is okay because we all know you’re around. Easy to meet. Easy to call. I’m asking you now. Can you not go somewhere we can’t reach you?”

    Tani turned to face Tom, unable to give him an answer. The look on Tom’s face reminded him of the first time he ran into Tom in this very fortress. It was a mix of challenge and determination.

    When Tom was twelve, he had been very angry at the world. His family lived on the outskirts of a city on the mainland. They hid their abilities because they could not share them in a rapidly changing modern world. Tom rebelled against his parents’ ideas. He resented having to hide his true self.

    He wanted to show his friends his gift of making the earth shift, making flowers bloom on notice, and whatever else he thought up to amuse himself. When they did not understand him, he ran along the beach on the mainland terrorizing anyone who dared pick on him for being a freak.

    One evening, Amu got a message from one of his contacts to check out a strange boy at the beach. Amu arrived just as Tom was busy throwing balls of sand at three boys. Amu ended up with a solid ball of sand in his mouth and became one of Tom’s victims. Tom was eternally shocked when he too received a mouthful of sand in his face in retaliation. Amu always gave back as good as he got, it was the way of the fox clan.

    Soon after, Amu brought Tom’s whole family to the fortress and gave them the task of taking care of The Elderwood Conservancy. Young Tom could play to his heart’s content in the forests surrounding the fortress. He met more people like him and made great friends who understood him.

    Tani was living at their station in East Africa then, but he would stop by to manage issues that cropped up with the fortress. On one such visit, he ran into twelve-year-old Tom and almost ate dirt from the garden at the front of the fortress, before there was a fountain.

    Tani grinned at the memory.

    Tom followed him for a whole week to discover how Tani had evaded his ball of dirt. He could not remember how Tom got him to teach him how to shift dirt in midair. The kid was a ball of persistence. As time moved on, he became Tom’s teacher, helping him with his abilities.

    Then Tom grew up. Their roles changed. Tani started relying on Tom to take care of the fortress, more and more. In a blink, here they were. Tom was all grown up.

    “Do you remember throwing balls of soil at people when you were twelve?” Tani asked, grinning when Tom scowled at him.

    “Why are you bringing up my dark days?” Tom asked, frowning at him.

    Tani chuckled.

    “You were such an angry kid,” Tani mused. “Looking at you now, who would believe it?”

    “You,” Tom said with a grin. “Uncle Amu ate a lot of sand.”

    “He did,” Tani agreed.

    Tom looked handsome as always. His thick dark hair was in a neat cut and combed back. His brown eyes were kind and his smile was ready. He dressed in proper suits when he was at work. Today he was in a grey suit with a white shirt and a burgundy tie.

    “I might not be able to give you the promise you want,” Tani said, his gaze shifting to Hera.

    Hera was still busy writing down a note, as she listened to the person on the other end of the call. She looked classy today, dressed in a navy blue sheath dress and black heels. Her braids were in a tight ponytail, the length of them falling down her back.

    Tani continued.

    “I will, however, make sure you’re all—”

    “Do not say ‘taken care of’,” Tom said, narrowing his gaze.

    Tani smiled and met Tom’s gaze.

    “It is the only thing I can say to you,” Tani said. “I have unfinished business…”

    “Then finish it, and still return to us,” Tom said, ending the conversation. “I’ll call the lawyers, but only because Uncle Amu would want me to. I expect to see you at my lastborn’s tenth birthday party, Tani Ryuzo. I should warn you, my wife will give me five kids.”

    Tani scoffed.

    “You don’t even have a girlfriend.”

    “Well, look at all that time we have together,” Tom grinned.

    “They are signed in,” Hera said, ending her call. “Rachel has led them to the waiting room. Ready, Babu?

    “Yep,” Tani said, and pulled his hands out of his pockets, fighting off nerves.

    “Here,” Tom said, holding out a black phone. “In case you leave the fortress and we need to call you.”

    “Ok.”

    Tani took the phone and slipped it into his trouser pocket, smiling at the determined look on Tom.

    Tani rubbed his hands together, suddenly looking forward to the tour.

    “We should start with the tower at the entrance,” Tani said. “I think they’ll get a kick out of the observatory, won’t they?”

    “Cale was painting up there a month ago,” Hera said, picking up a folder from Tom’s desk. She led the way out of Tom’s office, with Tom bringing up the rear. “Something about helping the restoration crew.”

    “Cale sure has a lot of time,” Tani said, shaking his head as he followed Hera. “He had better not have installed gargoyles on the roofs.”

    Tom chuckled behind him, as he closed the office door. They headed to the waiting room at the reception together.

    ****

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  • Blades of Ashes – New Story

    Blade of Ashes is my new project, pouring all my heart into it. As I do for everything else. If you love epic stories, check this one out, and let’s discover the Empire of Lyria together.

    Blades of Ashes Book Cover

    About

    The Empire of Lyra is in a time of peace, but the ambition of one courtier threatens its stability.

    Raithion Maenaer

    A skilled general who believes in loyalty to the family, clan, and the empire’s Basileus. During a case assigned by his commander, Raithion meets Azula, a free-spirited blacksmith, who tugs at his heart. Their connection is brief. Soon, Raithion’s youngest sister is engaged to marry the Basileus. Raithion must grow his family’s strength to protect her. His mission grows more complicated when he discovers a plot hatched by an ambitious courtier named Gesi Ajai. A plot that costs Azula everything, and sets them on different paths.

    Azula Doriel

    Azula and his Sura Clan are master blacksmiths who provide the empire with fine metalwork. The Sura Clan is caught in the crosshairs of Gesi Ajai’s ambition. Gesi frames the clan for counterfeiting in order to gain its market share, leading to the imprisonment of Azula’s parents and the destruction of his clan. Azula manages to save his older sister, Alise, but she loses her beloved in the ensuing fight.

    Azula pledges to get his revenge on Gesi Ajai for the sake of his family and their clan.

    Their Mission

    Years later, Raithion and Azula meet again. Basileus Dio has thwarted Gesi Ajai’s ambition at every turn; Gesi has now decided to take the throne by any means necessary, even if it means wiping out the Basileus and Basilinna before they have any heirs. Raithion now needs Azula’s help to bring Gesi Ajai down. Together, they must navigate treacherous court politics and uncover Gesi’s machinations.

    Will Raithion and Azula be able to protect the empire and bring Gesi Ajai to justice before it’s too late? #lgbtcontent #yaoi #friendstolovers

  • A Thousand Years of Hope Ch 9-2

    Two days later, Dante paced his office at the manor, as he talked to Thomas and Justina on his cell phone. His laptop stood open on his desk, an email from Tom King open on the screen.

    Hi Dante,

    I’m writing to let you know you got special access permission to visit our fortress. You’re welcome to bring a small group. Ten students at the most. Please remember, The Elderwood Conservancy uses the fortress as a place of business and research. We will work at accommodating your visit, but understand there are sections of the fortress you might not be able to access.

    If you agree to these terms, Tuesday or Wednesday is best if you want a guided tour from our patron. 10 am to 1 pm. We will arrange lunch for you and your students in our cafeteria. Forward me a list of allergies and dietary needs.

    ’Looking forward to your visit,

    Tom.

    “I’ve confirmed us for tomorrow, Wednesday,” Dante said, reading the days listed in the email to confirm with Justina and Thomas. “Set off early so you reach the island by nine o’clock. Call me when you arrive. I will have our vineyard staff bus driver give you guys a lift to Elderwood.”

    “I’m so excited this came through,” Justina said on the other end. “How did you manage it?”

    Dante thought about Tani standing in his kitchen and smiled. It would be difficult to explain he had helped an Ekho with pain and that was how he was getting a chance to tour the fortress. He could also say he was a warlock desperately in need of making things right with a rejected Ekho. Justina and Thomas would both think him in need of a good psychiatrist.

    “It’s a secret,” he answered Justina. “Don’t forget to forward the list of students and any allergies for use at lunch. Our list should have at the most ten students.”

    “Thankfully only eight have signed up for the tour. I’ll forward the list once I’ve confirmed dietary needs,” Justina promised. “Is there a fee?”

    “No,” Dante said. “Elderwood has granted us special access. I’ll sort it out on my end.”

    “Thank you, Dante,” Thomas said. “I’ll make sure to bring my camera for photos.”

    “Then, I’ll see you guys in the morning,” Dante said and ended the call.

    Alone, he walked around his desk to sit in his chair. He stared at Tom’s email for a minute, and then his gaze shifted to the leather journal his mother gave him. Reaching for it, he opened it to the lineage map showing the families leading up to him. One of Durante’s ancestors married into the Arturo warlock family. Making him.

    The warning in the grimoire was apt. His past self was responsible for the gold cuffs on Tani’s wrists. It was not easy knowledge. Remembering the pain Tani endured when they were returned made him sick to the stomach. He wished there was an easy fix, but he did not even know how he could start repairing such long-term damage. He couldn’t even think about it.

    Dante closed the journal and leaned back with a sigh. He needed to see Tani.

    He could only hope Tani was willing to see him too.

    ***

    On Wednesday morning, the day of the tour to Elderwood, Dante woke up early. He called the bus driver to confirm the time they would set off for the docks. After, he showered and dressed for the day, choosing a white cotton shirt, which he folded the sleeves to his elbows and a pair of navy blue slacks. He lingered at the mirror trimming his full beard.

    For a moment, he wondered if he should shave it off, then shook his head with a quick grin. He hoped Tani liked it. Dante brushed his chin-length hair back, opting not to hold it today. He wanted to look his best when he met Tani.

    Satisfied with his looks in the mirror, he left his bathroom. In his closet, he slipped his feet into dark side-zip leather boots, grabbed his wallet and phone from the bedside table, and left his room.

    At seven o’clock, he was in the kitchen brewing tea when the backdoor opened and his grandmaster walked in.

    Dante remembered that Nora had called him and Dante’s father to come to Artri House.

    “Morning, Dante,” Landi Arturo said, dropping the duffel bag he carried by the door. He removed his jacket and placed it on the counter next to the door. He took three steps into the kitchen.

    The backdoor closed, and Dante made sure it locked. The floor turned liquid silver under Landi. Liquid silver flooded around Landi’s black canvas shoes and then solidified into thick sharp spikes. They grew tall, a thick forest of them, thick, each wrapping around Landi, holding him in place. When they reached his thighs, one of them rose higher than the rest, its end as sharp as a dagger; it came to a stop at Landi’s throat.

    Dante focused on brewing morning tea with the double teapot his mother liked for daily use. The water boiled in the bottom teapot. He added three large teaspoons of tea leaves to the top teapot. Picking up the bottom teapot, he added hot water to the tea leaves. He made sure the water was enough to make six glasses of brewed tea. Covering the top teapot, he placed it aside. He picked up the bottom teapot and added water. He returned it to the cooker and placed the top teapot back on top.

    Only then did he give his grandmaster his attention.

    Landi stood very still. He did not struggle. He only narrowed his gaze at Dante.

    “Are we having a bad morning, Dante?” Landi asked.

    “Are we?” Dante asked, moving to the cupboard where his mother kept the teacups.

    He got three tulip-shaped tea glasses. He arranged them on saucers on the kitchen counter, before he leaned on it, waiting for the tea to brew.

    “You are threatening to rip me up with liquid steel this early in the morning,” Landi said. “Artri House’s arsenal is growing thanks to you. How did you think this up?”

    “Seeing you makes me hot with rage,” Dante said, narrowing his gaze at his grandmaster.

    “How did I displease you?”

    Landi tried to wiggle out of the spell, but the steel bands only tightened around him. He frowned when the sharp blade rose higher, almost touching his skin.

    “Your power has grown,” Landi commented. “I’m worried you’re threatening to draw your grandmaster’s blood.”

    Dante shrugged and returned his attention to the brewing tea on the gas range. He liked his tea dark, but his mother liked hers light. He was glad when he heard her coming down the hallway, her slippers dragging on the wood floors.

    Nora entered the kitchen, still in her comfortable white pajamas, and stopped.

    “Landi,” Nora said in greeting, running her fingers through her hair. She made no comment on the hardening steel rods wrapped around Landi. “It’s early in the morning for your arrival.”

    “My flight landed earlier than we thought,” Landi said, his voice strained.

    Dante got a cube of sugar and added it to the tea glass his mother would use. He placed a teaspoon on the saucer and turned off the fire on the double teapot. He poured dark brewed tea into his own glass, filling it up.

    Dante then poured half of the same brewed tea into his mother’s with the sugar cube. He added hot water to fill her teacup, lightening the color.

    Dante smiled when she came to take the tea glass with a grateful sigh. He leaned down to her height and grinned when she brushed a kiss on his left cheek. She smoothed her palm over his hair and sipped her tea.

    Placing the double teapot back on the cooker, Dante turned to face Landi after a sip of his own tea.

    “Why are you holding your grandmaster prisoner?” Nora asked, stirring her tea in lazy motion.

    Dante took a second sip of his dark brewed tea, then a third. When he felt fortified enough, he placed the tea glass on the counter and moved closer to his grandmaster.

    “Break the spell on my mother,” Dante said, looking into Landi’s dark brown gaze. “Now.”

    “Dante—”

    “I had to watch her struggle, afraid she would burn up if she spoke a word out of turn,” Dante hissed. “Break your archaic binding spell, now.”

    “Is that why you’re holding me with liquid steel?” Landi asked. “Don’t you think this is deranged—?”

    “You have no right to discuss deranged spells with me,” Dante said, pointing to Nora. “You’ve spelled my mother. She’s a member of this family. She is my mother and you’ve dared to put a spell on her. You’re lucky I didn’t pull you under this manor and bury you in liquid steel.”

    Landi sighed when Dante’s glare turned threatening. He looked at Nora.

    “Don’t turn to me,” Nora said, moving to sit at the island table. She let out a small yawn and sipped her tea. “You’re the one who trained him.”

    “He’s from your fire blood,” Landi said, accusation in his tone.

    “He’s only my blood when he has you at a disadvantage,” Nora said, shaking her head. “Other days, he’s Arturo warlock blood.”

    Dante folded his arms against his chest.

    “I have somewhere to be in an hour and a half,” Dante said. “You will break the spell on Mom before I leave this house.”

    “Dante—”

    “I will remind you. I am now the master of Artri House. You have stepped in here with your guard down. No one can save you, not even my father,” Dante said.

    “You would not harm—”

    “I thought so too until I watched Mom struggling to avoid burning from the inside out,” Dante said. “You broke trust first.”

    “Nora, are you going to help here?” Landi asked.

    “I’m the one spelled,” Nora said.

    Landi sighed, and nodded, meeting Dante’s gaze.

    “Fine, I’ll break it.”

    “Now?” Dante asked.

    “Yes, now,” Landi said.

    “Mom, move closer,” Dante said, willing the steel rod to slide away from Landi’s neck, releasing Landi’s arms, and stopping at his knees.

    “You’re mistreating an old man,” Nora said when she was standing next to Dante.

    “He mistreated you first,” Dante said, meeting Landi’s gaze. He smirked. “No one mistreats my mother, Grandmaster Landi, not when I’m here.”

    Nora chuckled next to him, and Landi let out a sigh.

    “You’ve brought up a bully,” Landi said, placing his palms on Nora’s neck with gentle care, he closed his eyes and started a chant.

    Sözlerini serbest bırakıyorum, serbest bırakıyorum,” Landi spoke, breaking the spell on Nora. ‘I release your words, I release them.’

    Landi repeated his chant until Nora let out a soft sigh, and Landi’s hands dropped away from her shoulders.

    “It is done,” Landi said, turning to Dante.

    “May it never happen again,” Dante warned, and released Landi from his liquid silver. Restoring the floor to its usual tiles. “Would you like some brewed tea? I made it dark this morning.”

    Landi let out a tired sigh and shook his head.

    “You just threatened me with a sharp steel rod,” Landi said. “Now you offer me tea?”

    “Don’t want it? You can always heat it up on your own,” Dante said, taking up his tea glass. He sat at the island table next to his mother and focused on drinking tea. “Let me not hear you returned the spell on Mom because I left. Artri House will let me know.”

    Landi frowned, studying Dante, his gaze critical.

    Dante returned the study.

    Landi was six feet tall. His dark hair was long turned gray and always messy on his head. He loved sweaters and had them in all colors. Nora made it a game to find a cashmere sweater color Landi did not own. Today, he was in a dark green one, dark slacks, and his favorite black converse shoes.

    “Dante, despite your deadly threat, the manor feels happy. Are you in a good mood?” Landi asked.

    Dante sipped his tea and reached for his phone because it buzzed in his pocket. He checked his messages and was glad to see one from Justina. Their students had arrived on time and they were now on the way to take the ferry.

    It was good they were on the way.

    He calculated time and sent the bus driver an alert to let him know they would leave Artri House in an hour.

    “Dante received good news,” Nora was saying when he tuned back to the conversation.

    Nora squeezed his left shoulder and got up to up to head to the fridge.

    She got a container with a block of fresh white cheese, tomatoes, and lettuce. She placed the cheese container on the island table before Dante and handed Dante a knife and a chopping board to slice the cheese and tomatoes into palatable sizes.

    Nora returned to the kitchen counter to get bread from its box, a jar with honey, and the grape jam she canned herself.

    “Dante gets to take the students of his world history class at the Koc University for a special access tour at The Elderwood Conservancy,” Nora boasted. She got a second board and knife. She brought it to the island table and started slicing bread into bite-sized rectangular pieces. “There is someone he hopes to see at the conservancy.”

    Landi took the opportunity to walk around the table to where Dante sat slicing fresh white cheese pieces. He placed his hand on Dante’s right wrist and pressed his fingers to Dante’s pulse.

    “Something’s changed. You’re one cold idiot, but the punishment you just meted out on me screams of empathy for your mother. When did you start feeling empathy?” Landi asked, looking into Dante’s eyes. “There must have been a very big shift.”

    “I’m—”

    Dante frowned, his gaze dropping to where Landi held his right wrist.

    “You can’t read me.”

    “True,” Landi said, nodding. “But, I can tell the ice around your heart has melted or fractured. It was always there from when you were a boy. Your mother shares her empathy with you. It helped keep the house warm. Now, I can tell you’re the one fuelling the warmth in this manor, even as you threatened me. You seem…hopeful. What’s changed?”

    “Nothing,” Dante said, thinking about the conduit spell he performed on Tani.

    He had felt something shift in him that day. He could not define what, only that he desperately needed to see Tani again, for their shared past.

    “Your mother mentioned Ryuzo was in this house,” Landi said, letting go of Dante’s wrist. “Tell me what happened, don’t leave out anything.”

    Dante sipped his brewed tea and continued to slice white cheese into neat pieces, arranging them on the platter his mother brought him.

    Nora narrated the events leading up to Tani entering the manor. She talked about the olive grove suffering nutrient loss, and Tani healing the soil, ridding it of kara ot.

    “He was unconscious after,” Nora said, arranging a platter filled with sliced bread pieces, a bowl with black and green olives, sliced cucumbers, chopped sweet peppers, shredded lettuce, and cut peeled tomatoes.

    “Landi, grab the plates from the shelf over the sink. I’ll brew more tea. Anyway, Cale, the Ekho god of calamity, brought the little lordling to Artri House. The manor would not let Cale in, so he could only stay in the front yard. He left soon after. Dante carried Tani inside and spent a few hours with him in the guest room performing a conduit spell.”

    “You connected with an Ekho,” Landi said, returning to the island table with three plates, spoons, and forks. He sat opposite Dante, staring at him. “And you didn’t feel overwhelmed, or lose any part of your power?”

    “No.” Dante shook his head. “I—I just wanted him to stay here. It felt important.”

    Now that he had read the diary from his great-grandmother, he understood why.

    “Hm,” Landi nodded. “Nora said Ryuzo teleported out at the end.”

    “Yes,” Nora agreed. “Mr. Ryuzo asked me about any Ekhos who have visited the vineyard of late. I could not say the name without triggering the spell you cast on me.”

    “A spell that should never have been cast,” Dante said, glaring at Landi.

    “I broke it already,” Landi said, accepting the glass of brewed tea from Nora. He thanked her with a nod and turned to Dante.

    “So, Mr. Ryuzo said he owed you a favor,” Landi noted, sipping his tea.

    “I don’t want a favor from him,” Dante said. “I believe I might owe him more.”

    Landi nodded and studied the platters on the table for a moment, thinking.

    Nora got a frying pan and placed it on the cooker. She started the fire and got six eggs from the fridge. She got busy frying two each for them.

    Dante took a slice of bread and arranged a slice of cheese, olives, and tomato. He took a bite and nodded as the combination of tastes burst in his mouth. Breakfast was always great with the family. A moment passed before Landi finally looked at Dante.

    “Dante,” Landi said. “I hoped you would escape the warning in the grimoire. Your father did, and while I don’t know this Ekho Ryuzo—”

    “I do,” Dante said, holding his grandmaster’s gaze. “I’ve met him. Seen him help us. What he did is worth more than Mom paid the conservancy. I don’t need the family to decide for me what I should do about Tani. I’ll make my own judgments and choices about him.”

    Landi took in a deep breath and smirked.

    “I figured I would hear such a statement from you. Fine, do what you think is right, but protect our Artri House through this encounter,” Landi said. “We still need to survive in the aftermath.”

    “I’ll try my best,” Dante said. “Which reminds me, Mom told me about Aero. Do you think he would want our vineyard ruined?”

    Landi’s gaze shifted to Nora who was busy plating the first plate of eggs and starting another. She ignored Landi’s piercing look and concentrated on frying eggs. Landi sighed.

    “It still shocks me how the women of the manor embrace capitalism,” Landi said.

    “Everyone has to survive somehow, it’s a true tragedy when white magik does not make money,” Nora said.

    Landi shook his head and looked at Dante.

    “Your father and I worked quite hard to identify Aero. We cornered him at an auction in Tokyo where he was trying to sell off one of the spelled pens your grandmother made for him,” Landi said, looking at Dante. “Aero is an Ekho from the dragon clan. He only agreed to tell us who he was after Christophe spelled a refilling goblet for him.”

    Nora stopped cooking the last batch of eggs to look at Landi in surprise.

    “He does not come close to the manor because he is afraid of the family’s patriarch,” Landi said.

    Landi met Nora’s gaze then.

    “Please tell me you didn’t think we would watch the wives of this manor deal with an Ekho and learn nothing about him?” Landi asked.

    “Why did you lot act like you don’t know?” Nora asked.

    “Christophe insisted he wanted a peaceful home. So did I,” Landi said with a shrug. “We all knew why you and Dante’s grandmother left to visit the beach beyond the grove. Let’s call it a badly kept secret.”

    “How kind of you all,” Nora scoffed, burning the last batch of eggs. She moved the frying pan and shifted the teapot to the heat. She then plated the overdone eggs and brought them to Landi.

    Dante hid a smile when Landi started to complain but stopped when she glared at him.

    “Thanks for the food, Nora,” Landi said, picking up his fork.

    Nora brought Dante his eggs and lingered over the brewing tea.

    “Aero might know who would bring us the black weed,” Dante said. “We should talk to him.”

    “I told you I will handle it, Dante.” Nora stated.

    “Okay,” Landi said. “When you can’t, we’ll step in.”

    “Fair enough,” Nora said with a nod.

    Dante hid a smile, knowing his mother would make sure she got the information they needed from Aero, just to prove Landi wrong.

    “When is Dad arriving?” Dante asked as they settled in for breakfast.

    “Tomorrow,” Nora said, bringing Landi a glass of tea. She sat next to Dante again and reached for a plate to make a white cheese sandwich between two bread pieces. She took a bite and smiled at Dante. “It will be nice having the family home.”

    “Yes. It’s good to have us all around, just in case,” Landi said, nodding.

    Dante drank his tea and relaxed as breakfast progressed.

    Nora gave Landi updates about the vineyard. They sat talking about plans for the wine factory until Dante’s phone buzzed with a message from the driver. He realized it was nine o’clock.

    “I have to go,” Dante said, getting up from the table.

    “Do you think you will meet Ryuzo today?” Nora asked.

    Dante picked up his plate and the tulip-shaped tea glass with its saucer. He took them to the sink counter. He washed his hands and wiped the excess water with a napkin.

    A tight feeling was growing in his chest, the anticipation and anxiety of going to the Elderwood Conservancy was catching up with him. He prayed and hoped Tani would be the one to give the tour. How many Ekhos could there be in an organization anyway? He doubted Cale had anything to do with Elderwood. Their kind of organization needed an abundance of goodwill, and Cale was full of the opposite.

    Dante refused to entertain the idea that Tom King would be the one to give them a tour…

    ‘Fates,’ Dante thought. ‘Let it not be Tom.’

    “Dante?” Landi called.

    Dante bunched the used napkin into a ball and threw it into the trashcan under the sink.

    He turned to his family and smiled.

    “I’ll call you later,” Dante said, walking around the island table.

    He picked up his phone from the table, kissed Nora’s right cheek, and turned to leave.

    Landi spoke up when he got to the back door.

    “Dante, you’re not responsible for righting past wrongs. You’re you,” Landi said. “You’re not your past reincarnations. Whatever might have happened, you’re only responsible for what you choose now.”

    Dante paused to look at Landi, held his gaze for a moment, and then nodded his agreement. He smiled and unlocked the door, stepping out into the bright morning.

    After spending hours reading his great-grandmother’s journal, all he knew was that he belonged with Tani. Tani had tried to show it to his past self. Those idiots must have been dimwitted. Now, it was up to him to prove Tani’s love true. He wanted a chance. He just hoped Tani would give it to him.

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  • A Thousand Years of Hope Ch 9-1

    The evening after Tani left Artri House, Nora led Dante to the basement. Nora led the way to the bookshelves and stopped at one written Artri Lineage. She held out her left hand to Dante.

    “I need to borrow your power,” Nora said.

    “Why?” Dante asked.

    “Mine is checked by your grandmaster. I have secrets I have hidden here,” Nora said. “I believe it is time to give them to you.”

    “After this, will you approve of me pursuing Tani Ryuzo?” Dante asked, meeting his mother’s gaze.

    “You may do as you wish, Dante,” Nora said.

    “Alright,” Dante said, taking his mother’s hand.

    He felt it the moment she tapped into his well of power. The connection binding them by blood warmed his blood, his power flowing to Nora like a big fat river. She held out her right hand and pressed it to the wood of the bookshelf. The shelf split into two shelves and separated.

    A thick book flew out and dropped on the floor at Nora’s feet. She nodded in approval and restored the lineage bookshelf to its original size.

    She let go of Dante and bent down to pick up the book. It refused to budge so she sighed and straightened to her full height. Dusting off her hands, she placed them on her waist and faced Dante.

    “Stupid book still views me as an outsider. The blood in the family is too thick,” Nora said, in annoyance. “You pick it up.”

    Dante bent down and to his surprise, the book leaped into his hands and the lock snapped open.

    “Discrimination,” Nora hissed, glaring at the book. “I will burn you up one of these days.”

    Dante chuckled and stroked the spine of the book. The cover opened and he took it to the closest table. He pulled out a chair for his mother and was surprised when she shook her head, declining his offer.

    “My part is to give you the journal when you were ready,” Nora said, her gaze on the black leather covering the old journal. “Your grandmother wrote this journal without telling your grandmaster. She hid it in the shelf and placed it under my care because she thought you were the one who would get the warning.”

    “So, you knew the moment the grimoire opened up to the Ryuzo warning,” Dante said.

    “In a way,” Nora said. “As you know, we have an Ekho in the family that is how our family is Ekho-blessed. This Ekho encouraged your great-grandfather’s marriage to a mortal woman. Meaning the generation coming from your great grandfather, his children, would have no power until the next: your father and then you.”

    “As my children will remain until the next generation,” Dante said, thinking of Zachary and April.

    “You chose a mortal to sire them. It is what it is,” Nora said, stepping closer to place a reassuring hand on Dante’s shoulder. “We have all made arrangements to make sure they are taken care of in the future.”

    “Is this journal the reason why grandmaster spelled you?” Dante asked.

    “No. The name of the Ekho who sired the first of Artri House is the reason why they spelled me. I cannot say his name, though your grandmother met him and talked to him. What he told her had her worrying about finding a resolution for Ryuzo. She was sure you would be the one to bear the burden.”

    “Grandmaster needs to understand he cannot go around harming my family,” Dante hissed.

    “It’s not his fault,” Nora said, shaking her head. “In any case, the Ekho in question helped your grandmother ward Artri House. The story he gave her, made her write the stories of Ryuzo and his fate with a soul named Durante. The woman your great-grandfather married is from the same lineage as Durante.”

    Dante blinked, his gaze dropping to the journal on the table. Durante was the man who loved Ryuzo in his dreams. The man who broke Ryuzo’s heart, three times so far, as he chose a life with Viola instead of Ryuzo. He had hoped they were only dreams.

    Dante dropped into the chair he pulled out for his mother, opening the journal to the first page.

    “Your grandmother said you cannot move on without finding a resolution for Ryuzo. She hoped these stories would benefit my child. I have kept the journal a secret from you because I worried it would interfere with your life. I did not want you to have to follow her wishes. She had good intentions but I wanted you to make your own choices when it came to love. Still…”

    “This journal is why you were always against Viola,” Dante said, tracing the title on the yellowed page of the journal. Duante and Ryuzo, 16th century, Spain. “You knew we didn’t belong.”

    “Belonging is a perspective, Dante,” Nora said with a sigh. “For a time, you did belong to Viola. For the duration of their lives, you do belong to Zach and April. You should have named April, Nisan, as I told you. She would have a deeper connection to our family here.”

    “It wasn’t my call,” Dante said, shaking his head. “Viola preferred April. You can call her Nisan whenever she visits you.”

    “If ever,” Nora said with a sigh. “The journal should explain why Ryuzo is important to you. Why the grimoire opened, why the house likes him.”

    Nora started to leave, and Dante reached for her right wrist, stopping her exit.

    “Thank you for the journal, Mom. But you still haven’t answered Tani’s question,” Dante said. “Surely, you can tell me which Ekho you’ve met outside of Artri House. He or she might have brought us the Kara ot that damaged the vineyard.”

    “His name is Aero,” Nora said. “I did not share his name with Tani because Aero asked us never to tell another Ekho he visits us. Because of this, the spell your grandmaster placed on me always activates. I am not the only Artri matriarch who has known Aero. Aero used to deal with your grandmother before me, and your great-grandmother before her.”

    “What is his purpose?” Dante asked.

    Nora hesitated and then shook her head.

    “We trade with Aero,” Nora said. “I give him spelled objects as he needs, and he brings herbs and spells ingredients from the Ekho Realm or around the world. It has always been this way. I only continued the tradition.”

    “The vineyard makes enough money to sustain Artri House,” Dante said, letting go of his mother’s hand. “Why would you need to supplement income?”

    “I keep reminding you, I’m your father’s wife,” Nora said, narrowing her gaze at Dante. “I might run the vineyard, but the manor’s money goes to the family accounts. Christophe runs the accounts, and checks statements to the account he’s given me to use. It’s been the same for all the wives of this manor forever. Your great-grandmother discovered a way for us to make extra money away from the family. She showed your grandmother, who showed me how when I married Christophe. I like having extra money to do whatever I please without having to explain myself. So, I kept up the relationship with Aero.”

    Dante bit his bottom lip hard because he had no comeback for his mother’s finances. It was not his place to talk to his parents about how they managed their money. He too received a paycheck for his work as a professor. With the money he got he made a life in Istanbul and paid for his children’s trusts.

    “Still—,” Dante started.

    “We’re not having a conversation about where I get money to spend,” Nora said. “You don’t worry about Aero. I’ll have a good talk with him the next time we meet.”

    “Mom—”

    “I gave you his name, Dante,” Nora said, glaring at him. “The rest is up to me. The vineyard’s health is important to me. My income with Aero is in question, so I will handle it and make sure there are no issues. Trust me.”

    Dante let out a sigh and nodded.

    “Don’t look at me like that,” Nora said, reaching out to caress his jaw, her fingers smoothing his beard. “I love my life in this manor. I’ve also been a bit of a rebel and ended up raising a son like you. Don’t look at me with pity. I’m happy.”

    Dante nodded and pressed a kiss to her inner wrist. She smiled and turned to leave.

    “I’m going out with my friend Lily. We’ll hang out at the bistro in town,” Nora said. “Warm the baked potatoes if you get hungry. There is a veggie salad in the fridge and cheese.”

    “Thank you, Mom,” Dante said.

    She waved at him and left the basement.

    Alone, Dante stared at Tani’s last name written on the yellow page of the old journal. He started to turn the page, only to pause when he saw a foreword appear on the inner page of the cover.

    “A strange love story began six centuries ago,” Dante started to read.

    A strange love story between an Ekho and a mortal, two souls that should never have met, but did. Durante, the son of a farmer, met Ryuzo in a wild forest on the outskirts of his home in a great moment of crisis. It is said that wild wolves chased Durante in the forest until he was on the brink of losing his life. The half-immortal lord/half-fox lord, Ryuzo, intervened. Ryuzo saved Durante’s life and gave him a second chance. In so doing, Ryuzo tied their fate together.
    Durante returned to find Ryuzo, to thank him, and Ryuzo crossed the invisible line and took a step into the mortal world. He started a romantic relationship with Durante. Their connection grew so deep that not even Ryuzo’s uncle could stop him from seeing Durante. Never had an Ekho loved a mortal in the way Ryuzo loved Durante. Soon, unknown to his brethren, Ryuzo bound his soul to Durante. He promised to love only Durante for the rest of his days. His many, many days.
    Ryuzo’s promise was soon discovered by the Septum. The grand council dragged Ryuzo back to the Ekho Realm, and forced him to break his promise to Durante. Ryuzo refused, claiming Durante was his soul’s other half. He could not break a promise already given. The Septum tried everything to get Ryuzo to break his vow. Still, Ryuzo stayed loyal to his Beloved. He kept his vow forcing the Septum to punish him for his grave transgression of binding his soul to a mortal.
     Ryuzo, believing his beloved would love him the same way, stood by his decision and claimed that his beloved would choose to bind his soul with Ryuzo. For the Ekho Realm carries secrets of bound mates. Secrets, not even I who writes this tale knows. Worried the little lordling was blinded by love, the Septum chose to let Ryuzo prove his words. They gave Ryuzo one thousand years to show that his beloved would choose him. If his beloved chose him even once, then the punishment given would be void. Ryuzo and his beloved could continue together, undisturbed. However, if Ryuzo were proved wrong, then he would have to give up his beloved, take back his bound soul, and return to the Ekho Realm, promising never to return to the mortal realm.

    Dante stared at the last paragraph, his heart beating too fast when he remembered his dream.

    Ryuzo standing by the fence staring at Durante who was now married to a woman of his mother’s choosing. What had Ryuzo said in the dream…?

    “You are bound to another this eve.”

    “She is a good woman,” Durante said. “My mother needs a helper and grandchildren.”

    “I cannot give these things,” Ryuzo whispered. “I cannot take them from you either if you want them.”

    “I’m sorry.”

    Dante scoffed and closed his eyes. Fool! Durante had no clear understanding of Ryuzo’s commitment. Shaking his head, he continued reading.

    When Ryuzo returned to the mortal realm, he discovered his beloved bound to another. A woman was chosen by his mother to push the line down to the next century. Ryuzo was disappointed, but he did not lose hope. He waited. Waited for Durante to live out his current life, and took care of Durante’s descendants until Durante’s soul was reincarnated again, and a new chance to love would begin. Ryuzo approached Durante, now going by Dante—

    Dante hissed, pressing his index finger on the name. A frown started as he continued reading.

    Dante of the twelfth century was easygoing. He was the first in the thousand-year cycle Ryuzo faced. He fell in love with Ryuzo on a whim. His heart was strong but his family was stronger. He broke Ryuzo’s heart in the space of two years after they met. He married Violet at his family’s insistence.
    Dante wanted to keep his relationship with Ryuzo despite his marriage. Believing Dante would change his mind and give him a chance, Ryuzo allowed the infidelity. All was stable until Violet discovered them. She made their village rise up and chase out Ryuzo with an accusation of adultery.
    Ryuzo’s love found a fast end in the second cycle because Dante did nothing to save their love or hold on to him. And so, Ryuzo’s tragic love continued…repeating cycle after cycle, until the sixteenth century. Duante and Ryuzo almost made it in Spain. Duante loved Ryuzo with all his heart, but still, his ties to his family crippled them. Ryuzo left Duante when he married Violetta over land disputes. It was Duante who pleaded for help on how to help Ryuzo. He received advice from an unlikely ally, our Ekho patriarch. Find Artri House and merge blood. It was advice that took two precious centuries to complete.
    The Ekho who told this tale insists Ryuzo wears his punishment on his wrists. The Septum bound his powers with thick gold cuffs forged by the Ekho Realm’s god of fire. Should he choose to break his vow to his beloved, all he has to do is remove them. Otherwise, he must keep them on for one thousand years…or until his beloved chooses him.
    You are reading this journal because you are Durante’s soul reincarnated for the last cycle of Ryuzo’s thousand-year punishment. I tell this tale for you who are last in line, hoping you will not make the same mistakes as your predecessors. One of you must break the cycle, either convince him to take off the cuffs or give him what he granted you when this first started. This is the debt of karma you owe each other.

    Dante stood then, bracing his hands on the table as he stared at the journal. He remembered watching Cale remove Tani’s gold cuffs in the olive grove. He remembered with clarity the scream Tani let out when Cale returned the cuffs on his wrists.

    Why does he have to wear the cuffs? Can’t we take them off?”

    Dante scoffed and pressed his fists to his eyes. He was a stupid idiot.

    Stupid, stupid!

    How could he ask such a question when he was the reason why Tani wore the cuffs?

    Tani.

    Dante reached for his cell phone in his pocket and found Tom King’s number. He dialed it fast and waited with impatience.

    “King.”

    “It’s me, Dante. I want to talk to Mr. Ryuzo. Can you forward me to him?”

    “No.”

    “Please,” Dante said, moving away from the desk, he started pacing on the aisle between two bookshelves.

    “I can’t,” Tom said. “He asked not to be disturbed this afternoon. It’s been rough, as you know.”

    “Please, Tom. I need to talk to him. I have questions.”

    “I’m sure you do,” Tom said.

    “Then, give me his cell phone number. I’ll text him.”

    “No.”

    “You’re not going to think about it?”

    “Nope.”

    Dante rubbed his eyes with his free hand and shook his head. He had no idea where Tani lived. He doubted very much it was in the fortress.

    “And before you ask, no you can’t visit his house,” Tom said, as though reading his thoughts. “He will find you when he is ready.”

    Tom was a very skilled gatekeeper. There was no foolproof way to find Tani without Tom’s help.

    Think, think…

    “That won’t work for me,” Dante said, dropping his hand. He turned on the bookshelves aisle, his gaze going to the journal on the desk. He needed to confirm the reasons why Tani wore the gold cuffs on his wrists. If they were there because of the beloved with his name.

    “I am putting in a request to visit the fortress,” Dante said. “You said you would ask.”

    “I will ask,” Tom said.

    “Okay. How long do I wait for an answer?”

    “I’ll let you know,” Tom said.

    “Tom,” Dante said through gritted teeth. “I know we don’t know each other well, but this is important to me. I have something to say to him.”

    “Dante, I hear you,” Tom said. “It’s just…Mr. Ryuzo does what he wants. You will have to be patient as I ask and get an answer.”

    Dante remembered that Tani had teleported out of Artri House without warning after promising to stay.

    Tom was right. Tani would do what he wanted.

    Dante cursed under his breath and wished he knew where Tani actually lived. He would drive there right now. He closed his eyes fighting back frustration.

    “Please, Tom,” Dante said, trying to remain cordial. “I really need to see him.”

    “I won’t forget to mention your request. Is that all?”

    “Yes.”

    “Have a good evening, Dante.”

    Tom ended the call.

    Dante cursed under his breath loud enough to make the shelves shudder. He returned to the table and stared at the open journal. The grimoire warning made sense. His past self was a disloyal dimwit. They all chose a family with a version of Violet. His frustration grew with each word he read.

    Bracing himself, he decided to discover in detail all he could about his apparent past lives, and the wrongs done to Ryuzo. Tani, where did he take all the pain his past dealt him?

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  • A Thousand Years of Hope Ch 8-3

    “Lord Amu,” Eren said. “I would like to ask for your help. I want to visit the fox clan lands.”

    “No.” Amu shook his head and crossed his arms against his chest.

    “Are you not going to give me a chance to explain my request?” Eren asked.

    “No.” Amu frowned. “The Septum is not the only entity with rules in the Ekho Realm. The Fox Clan is closed to the Immortal Clan. It is treason to allow one of you into our lands.”

    “Treason?” Eren gaped. “Don’t you think it is extremely hostile of the fox goddess Anit? We do not refuse the members of your clan to visit our lands.”

    “Have you seen one of ours in your lands these last thousand years?” Amu asked, narrowing his gaze at her.

    Eren sat back in thought. After a moment, she shook her head, and Cale bit back a chuckle. He would have reminded her that foxes had a strange sense of loyalty. If they believed in a cause, no one could turn them away.

    “Why doesn’t the fox clan enter the immortal lands?” Tom asked. “I thought the Ekho Realm was peaceful?”

    “It is,” Amu said. “Mostly. We have our prejudices. The fox clan can hold long grudges. The deepest one is tied to the fact that the fox goddess’s son is held hostage in the mortal realm serving a thousand-year sentence for loving a mortal.”

    Babu doesn’t speak to his mother,” Tom said, helping Hera take plates to the sink.

    “Just because they are estranged, doesn’t mean he is not a Fox Lord. He is her son. He is young and deserves to be in our ranks living his own life as he chooses. No one should punish him for his choices at his current age. Our fox clan wonders what will happen to him when he is as old as Sunu or Anit.”

    “Loving a mortal is not why he is in the mortal realm,” Eren said. “Choosing to bind his soul to a fleeting life is the reason why. What if all Ekhos start doing the same? Do you understand the repercussions? We would have more Ekhos choosing to live here in the mortal realm. Changing fates of mortal lives—”

    “Tani has followed the rules the Septum laid out,” Cale said. “He has made no effort to find a way to extend his beloved’s life beyond his natural cycle. He keeps the secrets of the Ekho Realm and bonded mates. You cannot accuse him of a crime he has not committed.”

    “He might be innocent of my words, but others would not be so conscious of the rules,” Eren pointed out. “Thankfully, rumors of Tani’s punishment have controlled the Ekho population in the mortal realm better than any threats we ever gave. Even the fox clan has reduced its misdeeds. No one has bonded their soul to a human, except for Tani Ryuzo.”

    “I understand your speech, but the fox clan will not forget the trial easily. Why do you want to enter our lands?” Amu asked.

    “I cannot find the path the Kara ot used at the vineyard. There are concerns that there is a surge of black weed in the fox clan lands. The Kara ot may have used an unsuspecting fox with permissions from the inter-clan court to cross the Palladium Gates,” Eren said.

    She glanced at Cale.

    “The black weed is controlled in all the lands I can enter. I have no knowledge or the state of infestation in the fox clan lands. You must help me talk to the fox goddess Anit,” Eren said, her voice filled with urgency. “It will be helpful to know if the fox clan has an outbreak. Or if she has a clue as to who might have brought the black weed to the mortal realm.”

    Cale nodded along to Eren’s words.

    Eren’s entry into the fox clan would give him the perfect chance to snoop around the Inter Clan Court. Find out the identity of the culprit pretending to be from his Dark Fort. It would get the Sentinel off his back.

    “The fox clan is relatively quiet,” Amu said. “I was there a few days ago. Anit did not mention any issues with black weed.”

    “She might not mention it to you because you’re never at court,” Cale pointed out.

    Amu narrowed his gaze at him.

    “What would you know of my sister’s thoughts?” Amu asked.

    “I know nothing of what Anit is thinking,” Cale said, reaching for his wine glass. He took a sip and sat back in his chair. “I’m only noting that she might not have mentioned a problem when you were visiting her.”

    Amu sighed and shook his head.

    “I’m surprised the god of calamity would want to help Eren,” Amu said. “After all she has contributed to Tani’s never-ending pain.”

    Eren sighed.

    “Lord Amu,” she started.

    “I will not take you into the fox clan lands without my sister’s permission,” Amu said. “There are no secrets between us. We are not the immortal clan, Eren. Anit knows what I do and I know what she does for the sake of Tani. I’m not taking you into the fox clan lands.”

    “Fine, I don’t have to step into the fox clan lands,” Eren said, lifting her hands in surrender. “Help me find a way to talk to fox goddess Anit then. Court to court. She’s in charge of the fox clan. I’m worried about the corruption of black weed spreading from the Ekho Realm to the mortal realm. Surely, we can meet on discreet terms to discuss an issue affecting our people.”

    Amu studied her for a full minute before he shook his head and looked at Cale.

    “Is this what you went to discuss with the Septum?” Amu asked. “To get me to convince Anit to talk to her?”

    “Amu, you and I, have been at this for years. You will know not to take what I say next lightly,” Cale said.

    Amu nodded and extended his right hand in invitation.

    “There is something off,” Cale said, staring into his wine glass. “The black weed at the Arturo Vineyard was too large. The culprit who brought it to the vineyard knew Tani would need to get his cuffs removed to cleanse it. The corruption was one part of his or her goal. The second goal was the anticipation of what happens to Tani after I return his cuffs on him. Tani should have been down for months, almost a year after I returned the cuffs on him.”

    Amu sat up.

    “True,” Amu said. “The pain is usually too much. It takes him too long to recover. Which makes me wonder, how is he up?”

    “His beloved is stronger than we thought,” Cale said. “Something about burning Tani’s pain away. Artri House has its secrets. Dante’s resourcefulness changes the field. We now have a chance to uncover a hidden game. Anit is crucial to Eren’s answers.”

    And mine,’ Cale thought.

    “She heads the Inter Court Clan,” Amu said.

    “Yes.” Cale nodded in agreement. “Besides, Kara ot is not an easy matter. All Ekho agree it should never be allowed to grow unchecked in the Mortal Realm.”

    “I’ll make a formal request to see Anit through the inter-clan court,” Amu said. “I have an appeal made by a minor fox that needs attention. I was going to ask her to meet me here to discuss it.”

    Eren sucked in air, waiting.

    “I’m not promising she will want to talk to you, Eren,” Amu continued. “However, I’ll make your case.”

    “She comes here?” Eren asked, surprised.

    “Yes,” Hera said, leaning over Cale for the platter holding the kebabs.

    The platter was now empty. All the skewers were eaten.

    Cale got up and took the platter for her. She smiled and patted his shoulder in thanks. Cale took the platter to the sink and washed it.

    “She walks around the fortress,” Hera said to Eren, as she collected the blue placemats from the dining table. “Does her best to look mortal, but there is no hiding she is other. Regal, too beautiful thanks to the red hair, and her green eyes with slits like a fox. They call her the ghost of the fortress. She’s become a beloved myth.”

    Cale returned to the table to get his wine glass. He drank the last of it, leaning on the edge of the table as he watched Hera finish wiping the table.

    “She scares all the ladies on the third floor when she wanders into their bathrooms,” Tom said. “Uncle Amu, talk to her, please. Tell her to stop perpetuating the ghost of the fortress myth.”

    Amu chuckled and winked at Eren.

    “It’s work to keep a balance in our home,” Amu said. “Tom, you can blame the ghost of the fortress for the blooming elder bushes.”

    “Great idea,” Tom said, with a sigh.

    “I’ll visit Anit,” Amu said, pushing his chair back, he rose with a negligent roll of his shoulders. “It might take a few days. I’ll get back to you with her decision.”

    “Thank you,” Eren said, giving him a formal nod.

    “You’re welcome to stay,” Amu said. “Hera, show her where she can rest.”

    “I will,” Hera said, taking the placemats to the kitchen counter.

    “What about the tour Dante requested?” Tom asked.

    Amu paused and looked up at the ceiling.

    “Tani built it, he can be a great guide too,” Amu said, after a moment. “I could never interfere with their meeting. No matter what I did, they always got to spend their time together. Call Dante and grant him permission.”

    Cale smiled in triumph and took his wine glass to the sink.

    “Cale,” Amu said.

    “Yes,” Cale said when he turned and found Amu watching him.

    “Whatever you’re hiding from me, I hope it won’t hurt him,” Amu said. “Elderwood is open to you, only if you protect him.”

    “I know,” Cale said.

    Amu nodded and left the kitchen.

    Cale placed his glass on the rack. When he turned to wipe his hands on the kitchen cloth, he found Hera standing next to him. She watched him with expectation.

    “What is this vibe?” Hera asked. “You, Uncle Amu…Babu. Why is he looking so lost in thought? Is something going to happen to him?”

    “No,” Cale said.

    “Liar,” Hera said, looking into his dark eyes, unflinching. “Don’t answer so quickly when you’re lying, Cale. Tell me why you’re all in a state of finality.”

    “It’s hard to explain,” Cale said, shrugging his shoulders. He rolled the sleeves of his shirt down and cuffed them. “Besides, it’s not my story to tell, dear Hera. Babu will tell you when he’s ready.”

    Hera sighed and leaned on the kitchen sink counter. “Is it bad?”

    Cale looked to Eren who was drinking water and sighed.

    “It depends on perspective,” Cale said, then leaned in and brushed a kiss on Hera’s right cheek. “Don’t worry. Tani will always make sure you, Tom, and Deniz are taken care of.”

    “Who will take care of Babu?” Hera asked.

    “I’m hoping Dante will take up the job,” Cale said with a charming grin.

    *****

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