The Fifth Axis: A Story of Witchkind: witchkind, #3
By Don Jones
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After thousands of years, the Fifth Axis—the primal force of Creation and Beginnings—has been Forged. But now Aron, the newly minted Adherent of the Fifth, goes on a spree of destructive and dangerous Creation, starting unstoppable storms, earthquakes, and other disasters.
Daniel Scratch, Adherent of the Sixth Axis of Death and Endings, must stop him. But Daniel's own powers have become erratic and unreliable, leaving him breathlessly traveling the world in an attempt to stop Aron, discover his motivations, and protect the world.
This epic conclusion to the Adherents of the Axes trilogy will have Daniel questioning everything he's ever known about power, responsibility, magic, and even the world in which he lives.
Don Jones
Don Jones is a PowerShell MVP, speaker, and trainer. He developed the Microsoft PowerShell courseware and has taught PowerShell to more than 20,000 IT pros. Don writes the PowerShell column for TechNet Magazine and blogs about PowerShell at PowerShell.com. Ask Don your PowerShell questions at http://bit.ly/AskDon.
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The Fifth Axis - Don Jones
CHAPTER 1
The Search
Ibolted upright in my bed, drenched coverings falling away from me.
For the first time since I’d come to the Tower, I’d tossed and turned all night, slipping in and out of a dreamless, unsatisfying unconsciousness that couldn’t truly be called sleep. Visions of the Great Northern Wood haunted me. The Karal, my rivals, had leashed a power we all thought would go untamed. The Fifth Axis. My brain had been fumbling at deciphering the implications.
Just before dawn, absolute exhaustion had claimed me, dragging me into a welcome numbness. Then came the pain, searing and stabbing, that blasted through my eyes and into the center of my brain.
Aron. The name settled into my mind even as the pain in my head faded. Without knowing how, without knowing why, I knew the pain was connected to the new adherent of the Fifth Axis. My twin. My opposite. The world’s new embodiment of Creation, Life, and Beginnings.
With a low moan, I swung out of bed to start my day.
I ached. I’d been going nearly nonstop for days, working to repair the damage I’d done to the Veil, the magic that helped witchkind hide their true nature from the humans we lived among. My legs were sore. My back was stiff. My neck was acutely tender. My head throbbed. I was tired, truly tired, in a way I’d never been before. Even my eyes seemed bruised and beaten.
The flickering shadow servants of the Tower, the driežai, seemed to move more silently than usual, staying in the edges of my vision as if worried about bringing me further discomfort. On one of the Tower’s open upper levels, peering out at the gray, choppy ocean from the stone crenelations, I slowly ate toasted bread and cheese and sipped steaming hot kavos. To the west, the second moon was setting. To the east, the sun began trudging its way through the cloud-smeared sky. The wind off the sea bore the first bite of winter, far too early for this time of year. The world, it seemed, was as off-kilter as I felt.
Aron. Again, my mind turned to the new adherent. I’d caught only a glimpse of him through the magics that had, after all these centuries, finally Forged the Fifth Axis. The Axis of Beginnings and Creation, of Life. The Axis that had somehow managed to avoid being Forged all those years ago. And now it was invested in Aron, a man of middling-brown skin, plain clothing, close-cut black hair—the perfect model of average
among human and witchkind alike. He’d been enrobed by magic as the Fifth was chained to him. In that moment, my own power, my Axis, had been temporarily forced from my body. When I’d come to, Aron was gone. And I ached. I still ached. I need to find him.
With grim determination and the mug of kavos gripped firmly in my hand, I arrived at the Tower’s second level. Each of the structure’s upper levels had a specific, singular purpose aligned to one of the Axis’s major Forms of Power: communication, judgment, defense, and so forth. The second level was a large, circular, nearly empty space, its sole attraction being the magically powered map table set against an exterior wall.
Aron,
I ordered the map. It could find almost anyone of witchkind, even an entire clan, simply by hearing the name. The map would zoom and slide until it displayed a bright mote of light indicating the target’s location. I could zoom in farther, until buildings and even people moving about their day were clearly visible. But some of witchkind could hide from the map—a feat Clan Karal had managed when I’d been an apprentice in this Tower. And Aron was one of them.
The map didn’t seem to know what to do. It jittered, slewing back and forth as if searching, but ultimately stopped, zoomed out to a continent-level view, and then . . . sulked. Aron,
I repeated, but the map made no move. I could feel its magic complaining darkly. I looked up to the shadow servant that always lingered here. Nothing?
Faceless, it shrank into the stone wall, as if apologizing for its inability to obey. I sighed. Fine.
I stalked down the stairs to the main level rather than letting the Axis take me there instantly. Neither my head nor my stomach seemed ready for magically fueled travel.
I stepped off the wide, circular stone stairs when another lance of pain speared me, sending me to one knee. My now-empty mug fell out of my hand, shattering into several rough shards. Driežai swarmed instantly, carrying the pieces away and leaving me with a thudding heart and the taste of copper in my mouth. Aron. It was an absolute certainty in my mind, although I had no idea how or why. These jolts of pain were somehow his doing.
I leaned into the Axis, pushing my mind into the diffuse, world-spanning awareness that connected it to every Ending, everywhere. Endings of life, yes, but also Endings of everything. Arguments. Relationships. Dinners. Days. The Axis was aware of them all, complicit in them all. But it’s awareness eddied and frothed, which was nothing like the smooth surety I’d come to know of it over the past three years. I held my breath, ignoring the throbbing pain that was already starting to fade, and felt.
There. A lazily spinning swirl in the Axis’s awareness, centered on something . . . different. I gathered the Axis to me, invoking its Form of Travel, and took myself there.
I arrived amid an explosion of vegetation. The lush meadow, obviously far to the west and just brightening under the first touch of sunlight, thrust upward, tall grasses tickling my waist. Enormous clumps of brightly colored flowers blazed with in hues more intense than I’d ever seen: burning crimson, emeralds that all but glowed, ceruleans so deep they rivaled the clearest summer skies. Even under the last of the moon’s waning light, the violets, titians, cobalts, and ambers stood out boldly from the blue-green canvas of tall grass.
The meadow pulsed with life. New life. Without question, this was the result of the Fifth—
I gasped as another hot pain seared through me. I forced myself to breathe deeply, to sink back into the Axis’s distant awareness, until I found another gentle vortex. I took myself there.
This time, I found myself on a wharf. From the dim rose glow just beginning to lighten the sky, I figured myself somewhere in the southeast. A dozen fishing boats were still tied up, their crews staring in awe at the still-dark seawater beneath them. One shouted, and others began running toward the wharf from the town behind me.
The sea was full of fish.
It was as if these ships had crept out in the night, filled their nets with their catch, and then returned, only to empty their holds. The fish jumped and flipped, seemingly too numerous for the waters of the harbor. All around the ships, fish leaped and frothed, pushing over and past one another in confusion.
Adherent,
said a soft, deep voice at my side. A middle-aged man of witchkind. His blue eyes stood out against the dark skin of his face. What’s happened?
You’re a fisherwitch?
I guessed. Few others of witchkind would be awake this early in a fishing town. He nodded, still transfixed by the glistening chaos before us. I suspect,
I said slowly, the pain in my head finally receding, that the new adherent of the Fifth is exercising his powers.
The man looked at me, his eyes growing wide. Did you say the Fifth?
I nodded. Forged at last, it would seem.
So these fish. . .
Created by magic. Or drawn here. Probably the former. I don’t know.
When?
Yesterday. Hours ago, I think.
I shook my head. I’ve not slept in . . . days.
Was this . . . the trouble with the Veil?
I chuckled despite myself. No, that was something else. Dealt with now. The Veil is fine. Provided this kind of thing
—I gestured to the water—doesn’t upset it again. No, we’ve stepped swiftly from one crisis to
—I indicated to where fish were finally beginning to sort themselves out and disperse—to whatever this is.
Will we—
I gasped and fell to my knees.
Adherent!
the man cried.
It’s fine,
I managed between clenched teeth. The pain had receded more quickly this time, but its intensity had crested. I need to go.
Once again, I leaned into the Axis’s distant awareness, found the whirlpool that represented Aron’s use of his power, and took myself there.
This continued through the day: a stab of pain would announce Aron empowering a new Beginning. I would seek him out as quickly as I could, then take myself there. Without variation, I was met by a newly Created riot of life: meadows full of flowers, forests with new trees stretching toward the sun, fields of grain grown ready for harvest months early, sea cliffs covered in dense flocks of birds. Each time, no sight of Aron. I returned to the Tower late, exhausted and frustrated.
And it began again the next day. I followed much the same pattern, although the pace slowed throughout the day. Aron’s Creations were becoming more deliberate and thoughtful—less extravagant. He was coming to grips with his power. But still, I never saw him, arriving moments too late each time.
And then he stopped.
No energy tugged at me. Not sharp, stabbing pain. It was evening. I waited, letting myself sink into my Axis’s broader awareness, but after two hours, I gave up and returned to the Tower for another failed attempt at sleep.
On the third day, Aron’s efforts were more noticeable, slicing into my mind like a thin knife. I didn’t need the Axis to detect him—it hurt so sharply that I couldn’t travel immediately, instead needing several long minutes to recompose myself. And of course, by the time I could investigate where the pain had come from, Aron was gone. Tiny new forests had overtaken what had previously been rolling meadows, each new tree evenly spaced in a perfect, orchard-like grid. The local rabbit population had exploded elsewhere, with so many small, furry gray bodies bounding about that I wondered how they’d manage to feed themselves. The next location was the most worrying: a small seaside village that had collapsed into a conglomeration of petty arguments. These I Ended as quickly as I could, but after questioning a few of the local witchkind, I found no one knew what had set them off. Aron’s creations were becoming more abstract.
By evening, I found myself in a meadow where a new mountain had thrust up from the earth and reached toward the sky. Mesla, senior adherent of Earth, arrived moments after me, rising from the ground itself and shaking dirt from her simple brown shift. What’s happening?
she asked as she surveyed the new landmark.
You don’t know?
There have been messages. They’ve been . . . confusing. Something about the Fifth Axis.
Nothing confusing about it.
I sighed. Clan Karal—or whatever they’re calling themselves these days—finally did it. All the magic they stole with their machines, using Mother’s identity rune—
Mesla nodded, her eyebrows climbing to her hairline.
That’s what it was all for. They Forged the Fifth and anchored it to one of their own. A young man named Aron. About my age, I’d guess.
You’ve seen him?
Briefly. As it was happening. I’ve been chasing him for days. Every time he does this, every time he Creates, I feel it.
Through your Axis?
I assume so. It’s incredibly painful, and I truly wish he’d stop. This is the boldest Creation yet,
I added, nodding toward the spire of rock. I think he’s experimenting.
Mesla nodded slowly. Debesi’s people have been spreading messages, trying to figure it out. Have the humans noticed?
I listened. Not to her, but to my Axis, to the world itself. Before Aron arrived, I’d spent considerable effort trying to heal the Veil, the magical construct that encouraged humans to ignore magic and find mundane explanations for the supernatural. Since then, I’d become more sensitive to the Veil, more aware of its existence. No,
I said slowly. The Veil, at least, seems intact. And quiet. So far the humans may just see Aron’s work as miracles from their gods.
Most of their priests were, I suspected, more than happy to take credit for a bounty of fish or an inexplicable early harvest. I much preferred that to their Hunts on witchkind.
You said you can feel it?
I couldn’t possibly ignore it. It stabs through my mind like a hot poker. I don’t know if he feels me as well, though.
Why would you feel anything? You don’t feel when we use our Axes, do you?
I shook my head. I never have. And I don’t know. My Axis . . . when I was there, when they Forged the Fifth, my Axis seemed . . . eager. More than that. The magic was so powerful, so intense, it felt like my own Axis separated from me.
Her eyes grew wider. Just for an instant. Maybe my presence there linked Aron and me somehow. I don’t know.
I yawned.
You look terrible.
"I feel terrible. I haven’t slept properly in days."
There’s an inn not far—
She stopped as I shook my head. I’d just be drawn back to the Tower anyway. I might as well take myself there.
A moment.
She knelt and put her palm against the ground. It sank in, the earth like water to her. The power of Earth. She withdrew her hand, clutching a smooth sphere of shiny blue granite. Take this. Lay it under your pillow.
I took the sphere and eyed it curiously. What will it do?
It’ll calm you. While you lie there, it’ll make it hard to focus on anything. You’ll find it soothing, I promise. It won’t force you to sleep, but it’ll help.
Honestly, I’d welcome it forcing me at this point. But thank you.
She surveyed the rocky prominence before us. You think he’ll continue?
I’ve been chasing him for three days. He’s been slowing down. This is the longest stretch I’ve had. Maybe he’s tired.
But maybe not tomorrow?
I shrugged. Who’s to say? Gem—his family, a woman I spoke to, was there. She implied they had plans for him.
My jaw clenched as I remembered Gemma’s lies and betrayal.
Mesla frowned. That seems . . . dark.
I agree. I don’t know their motives.
I yawned again. But I have suspicions. He’s doing more than Creating rocks and forests. There was a village—I don’t even know where I was, to be honest—where every man, woman, and child was engaged in a screaming match. The whole place, a thousand arguments.
Mesla wrinkled her brow. Why would that be Aron?
I can End arguments. Stands to reason he could begin them.
But why—oh.
I nodded. If this is what his clan elders are pressing him to do—create strife, turmoil—well, now they know he can.
Her eyes grew wide as she considered the ramifications.
Either Mesla had understated the power of her gift, or I’d been so exhausted that I hadn’t needed more than a nudge to welcome oblivion. My head still pulsed with a gentle ache, but I felt, if not refreshed, then at least less like a corpse-to-be.
I managed to finish breakfast without incident, washing down the last of the calming tea before an unexpectedly gentle twinge of pain stabbed my temples. I sighed, rubbing my head, before sinking back into the Axis and taking myself to yet another swirling vortex of magic.
Oh!
I blinked. Before me was a man around my age, with middling-brown skin, middling-brown hair, and middling-green eyes. He was wearing a crisp white shirt and black trousers, and his eyes were widening as he took me in. Aron?
He nodded vigorously. You’re Daniel?
You can tell?
He smiled and touched a cheek.
Of course. My pale skin set me apart from most people, human and witchkind alike. What have you been doing?
His eyes sparkled with a sly gleam. Practicing.
Experimenting, you mean.
He shrugged. Maybe that. I’m an Archon now.
I scowled. Is that what they’d told him? That he was an Archon? You’re not. Not really. The Archons Forged the Axes. Your family did this. Did it to you.
He frowned. I’m still special.
They told you that?
He nodded. I suppose you are. Any adherent is.
I’m the only one of me.
True,
I allowed. As am I.
Are you special as well?
I chuckled, but there was no humor in it. I guess I am. I doesn’t always feel that way.
He frowned. It hurts, sometimes. Like a headache.
When you use your power?
No, usually just after. I’ve been taking myself away as fast as possible, but the pain still comes. It’s fast, but hard.
Taking yourself away how?
Every Axis had a Form of Travel, but I obviously knew nothing about his.
He shrugged, still rubbing the sides of his head. It just does. I tell it, and it takes me.
Not unlike my own Form of Travel, then. But the pain still comes.
It affects me too,
I said slowly, earning a confused look from him. I think I feel it every time you use your power. Maybe your own headaches come from me using mine.
You’ve been . . . Ending people again?
Again? What had his family been telling him about me? No, I’ve been looking for you.
Why?
Because I—
I started. That was an excellent question. Why was I looking for Aron? The headaches, maybe. You . . . it felt connected to you, I think. Could I ask you to . . . just stop? Just not use your power for a while? I won’t either.
His eyebrows lowered slightly, and he nodded. Will the voices stop as well?
My eyebrows drew together in confusion. Voices?
In my head. They’re loud. Indistinct. Insistent.
He fluttered his hands around his head, frowning as he tried to describe something that he clearly didn’t understand. Pushing, proving, suggestion, wooing,
he said in quick succession. He was rambling, but he managed to come back to himself after a moment. I just want them to be quiet.
I don’t know. I’ve . . . there have never been voices. In my head.
Which wasn’t strictly true: while my Axis hadn’t spoken to me as such, I had certainly felt its awareness. Its intelligence.
It wants more, you know,
he said, lowering his hands and taking a deep breath. More, more, more.
More of what?
I kept my voice calm, despite a sudden clenching in my chest.
"More, he said insistently, his eyes suddenly boring into mine.
More of everything. I gave it more fish. More flowers. More birds. More—"
I saw those things,
I interrupted, holding out a hand in what I hoped was a calming gesture. You don’t have to do that all the time. They’ll be born on their own, the fish and the birds. The flowers will grow on their own. You don’t have to do it all.
My Axis quietly attended to all the small Endings in the world without my intervention. I assumed his did the same with Beginnings.
More grains,
he continued more calmly. Ending the growing season, quickly.
Ending?
It wanted a mountain. To End all the flatness.
That didn’t make sense. Mine was the Axis of—
I can start arguments, you know,
he said casually. I can End the peace. Give people something to argue about.
As I’d Ended arguments, creating . . .
Oh. I’d Created peace, hadn’t I? Kirmin, my mentor, had said Endings are the other face of Beginnings. And so Beginnings were the other side of Endings.
A cold trickle of fear dripped down my spine.
It wants more,
Aron continued, a sob catching in his throat. To start more. To begin more. To have more. It’s . . . anxious. Eager? It’s been held back.
It’s been free for centuries,
I argued.
The Axis? I know. They explained it. Not that.
His voice trailed off and his eyes seemed to unfocus slightly.
I don’t understand,
I said. What’s been held back?
He flapped his hands more wildly. I don’t know. It just hurts. And it won’t stop. More, more, more. Make, make, make. Start new things, stop others.
He fell very still and took a small step toward me, his eyes drilling into mine. I forced myself to stand my ground. I need to make it stop.
His voice was suddenly cold and flat.
I don’t—
I began, but he stepped back and waved me to silence.
His head cocked to one side, and his gaze seemed to look over my shoulder. They’re in there too,
he said in a distracted tone.
Who?
Them. The elders.
His voice was now that of a child’s, one who’d done something wrong and was about to be punished. Small and fearful. Full of a gentle dread.
Elders? Your clan, you mean?
He nodded, shrinking in on himself. He wrapped his arms around his chest, and a tear ran down one cheek. What do they want?
His eyes snapped back to mine, wet and afraid. "Power."
He shook his head, more tears running down his face, and vanished.
CHAPTER 2
Family Ties
The only firm connection I had to Aron’s family—my family, if you go back far enough—was Gemma. After she betrayed my trust, I had little desire to speak to her, but I knew of no other way to find Aron’s masters. They’d once been called Karal, but they’d done something to End that, leaving me with no way to track them down.
I spent a frustrating few hours of searching in Tower’s map room. Asking for Gemma resulted in another skittering, sliding performance that ended with the map zooming