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For my father, Tai, from whom I inherited my love of art, history, and mythology; and my mother, Nancy, who came to every play performance when I was a teen (even when I only had one line) and now displays a copy of every edition of every book I’ve ever written proudly in their home. The world would be a better place if every girl had parents as supportive and loving as you both.
All my love,
Bree
chapter one
haden
I claw at the thick, inky, black veins that have spread through my arm and arch over my shoulder. They ache as if the black was tar seeping through my body, tainting my blood. And I do not know what has caused it.
Stones and twigs bite into my bare feet as I run. My vision fades in and out, blurring the trees in front of me. I stumble on a root and hit my shoulder, hard, on a trunk as I pass, sending pulses of agony shuddering down my blackened arm.
Almost there, I tell myself, fighting the impulse to give up. To stop. To simply abandon my search. Almost there.
I break through the trees that line this part of the lakeshore, and find myself on the abandoned neighborhood road that circles the lake. It’s dark, but not late. Someone should be out. Dog walkers. Joggers. Students traveling home after a school activity. Olympus Hills is usually buzzing with humans headed from one place to another. Alas, this street is as eerily still as the ones surrounding the mansion I’ve called home for the last six months. I had gone there looking for Dax, and not only was my house empty, as far as I could tell, all other residences in Olympus Hills were as well. Along with the school, the shops on Olympus Row, and every other place I have checked on my way here.
The smell of smoke lingers in the air.
Where is everyone?
I follow the empty road along the lake, my feet growing heavier with every step. My will is pushed on only by the small gray hellcat who nips at my heels. She is as desperate to find the others as I am.
Brim was the one who found me in the grove. She always finds me. We’ve been bonded ever since I discovered her in the Wastelands of the Underrealm when she was merely a kitten. She had been tossed from the nest by her mother for being too small. Having been rejected by my own father as a boy and deprived of my rightful place as heir to the throne of the underworld, I’d taken pity on the runty hellcat. She and I have been each other’s only real family ever since.
When I was chosen by the Oracle of Elysium to become the sole Champion, to travel to Olympus Hills to find Daphne Raines—the Cypher who could restore immortality to my people—Brim had stowed away in my pack and traveled into the mortal world with me. Then I started to fall for Daphne, and Brim took it upon herself to try to win Daphne over on my behalf. And when Daphne and I decided to turn our backs on my quest, to find the Key of Hades on our own rather than sacrifice Daphne to my father, Brim had shown her confidence in me. She had stayed by my side throughout the search for the Key. She had insisted on coming along when Daphne and I were supposed to journey into the Underrealm with the Key to try to destroy the Keres—monstrous beings kept in the Pits of the underworld—to keep them from breaking free and devouring the five realms.
Alas, this is where everything had gone wrong. Our plan was to use the high school’s rock opera performance as cover for when Daphne would unearth the Key from where it was concealed in the grove. Then she would unlock Persephone’s Gate and enter the Underrealm with Dax, my best friend and self-appointed mentor. I was to follow, as soon as I was able, with Daphne’s father, Joe, to complete our mission to destroy the Keres before they could break free from the Pits. However, only minutes before our quest was about to begin, Dax received a mysterious phone call. He thought it had come from his long lost love, Abbie. He insisted that he needed to try to find her, promising to return in time to protect Daphne when she went for the Key. I had sent Brim with him, knowing he might need her help. But the two disappeared, leaving Daphne unprotected when she revealed the Key, except for my servant and half-brother Garrick, whom I had sent to try to stop her.
Garrick. Why hadn’t he told Daphne to wait as I instructed? Why had he gone with her to the Underrealm after insisting he would never return there?
I still do not remember exactly how I ended up in the underworld myself, but I do remember the sight of Garrick placing the crown of the Underrealm upon his head. A turn of events I would have never predicted. He’d always seemed to be a mere Lesser to me. How had he been deemed worthy of the crown?
My memories of what happened between when Dax disappeared and when Garrick seized the crown are spotty at best. I remember running to the grove to find Daphne. I remember battling Terresa, a Skylord lieutenant who wanted the Key for herself to destroy my people, and Rowan, my twin brother who’d been sent by my father to complete my quest after I fell for Daphne. I had the upper hand against them until a distraction gave Rowan the advantage. He put me in a black sleep, and the next thing I remember, I was a prisoner, along with my brother, on a boat in the Underrealm. Rowan and I had been apprehended by the royal guard under the new command of Lord Lex, who had staged a coup among the Court against my father, Ren. My brother and I were taken to stand trial with Ren for our failure to bring Daphne and the Key to the Underrealm.
My veins had started blackening then. The cause was unknown to me, as it still is now, but the pain had so consumed me, I didn’t care about the Court’s verdict. I had been ready to lay my head on the altar and take my final punishment, all so the anguish would end.
And then Daphne had come. She had stormed the throne room with Garrick. I remember being angry instead of relieved to see her. As if I had been rendered incapable of feeling anything but pain. The next thing I knew, the crown was on Garrick’s head, and Daphne had made a deal with him to secure my banishment instead of execution. Again, I remember not caring. Daphne leaned across the altar and whispered that she loved me—words I had been longing to hear for months—and I felt nothing. Not until she stabbed me in the chest with a small, ruby-red arrow. Rage and fear had gripped me, and when she tried to kiss me, I perceived it as an attack and fought her off—and then I experienced a moment of clarity. Daphne’s words echoed in my ears, and I realized wha
t she had done. That she had given herself to the Underrealm in order to save me.
I remember screaming and wailing and even blasting myself in the chest in order to escape the hands of my captors who dragged me away from her. Alas, I must have been put in a black sleep once more, because I awoke several hours later in the grove. I had been banished to the mortal realm—and Persephone’s Gate was closed. I was stuck in Daphne’s world and she was trapped in mine, a prisoner of the Court and their new king, Garrick. Had he somehow orchestrated this turn of events? Had my own servant betrayed me?
When I awoke in the mortal world, the ravaged grove of charred trees and scorched earth was deserted except for the prostrate bodies of my father and brother, who had been banished along with me, and Terresa. There was no sign of Dax, Joe, Ethan—the Skylord prince who proposed an alliance with us to destroy the Keres, which I refused—or even Daphne’s “uncle” Jonathan, who had revealed himself to be the god Eros right before Rowan had taken me out. The pain of the blackness spreading through my body afflicted me once more. I would have given up right then if it hadn’t been for Brim finding me. She was the spark of hope, encouraging me to fight against the darkness that clouded my mind. She’s been the one prodding me to take one painful step after another through the abandoned town. Pushing me on to find the others.
What will I do if I can't?
I pass house after house, all dark and empty, until I come to the one I’ve been seeking. I stumble again. My hands hit the pavement of the driveway. I see it then. The black veins have crossed over my chest and are spindling down my other arm. What will happen when the black overtakes my entire body?
Brim nuzzles her tiny head against my wrist, urging me to get up. I’m only feet away from my goal.
What will I do if the others are there? What will I tell Joe? Daphne’s mother? Jonathan—Eros? That she’s gone? That I lost her?
That it’s all my fault.
Brim meows when I don’t move. The fur on her neck is matted with dried blood, reminding me that she must have been in some sort of fight before finding me. If only she could tell me what happened to Dax. Brim looks pointedly at the front of the house. A blue light flickers from one of the upstairs windows.
I push myself up, half crawling, half walking to the doorway. I try the bell. Then try pounding on the door until the shocks of pain in my black fist grow to be too much. No one answers.
Brim yowls, pacing in front of a tall, narrow window that flanks the door.
“Smart girl.”
I press my hand against the glass and send a shock of lightning from my palm to the window. The glass shatters—spindling out from the point of impact like a spider’s web, before it falls away. The sound seems so loud compared to the silent town, it makes me jump even though I am the one who caused it. I stick my hand through the opening and feel around until I find the lock. I turn it until it makes a satisfying click.
My arm bleeds as I enter the foyer. Drops splatter on the white marble floor by my feet. I look at the blood that snakes around my wrist. It’s black. Not red.
“Joe!” I call into the house. “Jonathan?”
My voice echoes through the grand foyer. A steady, faint, beeping noise sounds from a box on the wall near the staircase. No one responds. I muster up the strength to climb the stairs, but the light I’d seen flickering from the second-floor window was only a false hope. Only a television that had been left on, tuned to a news station.
“The freak lightning storm that wreaked havoc through Olympus Hills over the weekend seems to have passed, but residents are—”
The reporter’s voice is drowned out when the faint beeping noise that followed me up the stairs shifts to a loud screeching siren. It reminds me of the horns the sentinels blast when a pack of Shades or another creature wanders too close to the palace grounds in the Underrealm. I must have tripped an alarm.
My impulse is to flee, but my curiosity to see if anyone will respond to the alarm gets the better of me. Brim paces, bristling and growling at the shrill sound. A voice in the back of my head tells me that I should be concerned about calming Brim, as she grows more and more agitated, but the longer no one comes—no police, no Olympus Hills security—I grow more and more overwhelmed with despair at what it must mean. The smell of smoke in the air, the blackened trees I’d seen in the grove, the lightning storm the weather channel mentioned. The abandoned homes. A battle must have taken place here, one involving Skylords. And now everyone I care about, other than Brimstone, is gone.
I’ve lost them, too. Just as I have lost Daphne.
As my hope slips away, pain seizes me once more. Not just in my arms and my chest but also a deep, stabbing ache inside my gut. I inspect my side and see black lines snaking over my abdomen.
I am dying. I can feel it.
I want it. That thought settles into my brain and I realize that I welcome the idea of nothingness. I want to feel nothing.
I find myself in Joe’s garage, a pair of keys in my hand. Then I am in one of his cars, shutting the door before Brim can follow me in. I leave her hissing with displeasure in the garage as I drive away. That voice in my head tells me it is dangerous to leave her behind in this state, but she cannot come where I am going.
Brim is hope. Brim is love. Brim is everything I do not want to allow myself to cling to any longer.
The first time I ever drove, it felt like flying. Like freedom. But all I feel now is the weight of my pain, the pull of my despair, the withering ache of being completely alone. I am filled with that terrifying want that has crept inside my brain—the want for it all to go away. That voice in my mind returns, trying to tell me not to give up. I drive faster, trying to outrun it. I hit the gas harder, and feel a shock of pain in my toes. The black veins—poison, whatever it is—are spreading through my feet.
I drive to the edge of Olympus Hills. The security gates have been left open and I see that the guard booth is empty as I pass it. I head down the hill, away from Olympus, with the intention of heading toward the highway.
My reasoning swings wildly from wanting to leave everything behind to desperately wanting to at least see another person before I die. Part of me is desperate to prove that I am not alone. That the Skylords have not destroyed everyone I know in this world.
My vision blurs again, going black for a second, and then focuses on two bright lights heading toward me before it goes blurry once more. I slam on the brakes, stopping my vehicle. Someone else is here!, that voice says inside my head.
The next thing I know, I am out of the car. Whoever is coming this way, I need to get their attention. I need their help. The lights are moving so fast, I fear they might pass right by without seeing me. I try to wave my arms, but as I lift them, I am gripped with so much pain I stumble forward, clasping them to my chest. My body convulses and I take another couple of steps.
Into the middle of the road.
I look up, squinting my blurry eyes, to see the headlights of the speeding car barreling down on me.
And I feel no desire to move.
My eyes are filled with light. My ears are pierced with the sound of screeching brakes that I know will be too late. I accept that burning rubber will be the last thing I smell.
The impact is as forceful as thunder. I feel my feet lift up off the ground. My body flies through the air. I know I should feel pain. I know I should feel the blow of my body cracking against the pavement. But the last thing I know is the sweet relief of nothingness wrapping around me as if it were a warm embrace. Daphne, I have failed you, is the last thing I think before it all fades away.
chapter two
daphne
The search party for the lost Key of the Underrealm left at dawn—or at least what I assumed was dawn, considering I’m trapped in a world without a sun. Through a sleepless night, I’d noticed the light in my queenly bedroom (a.k.a. an ornately glorified prison cell) slowly shift from the pitch black of night to a soft ethereal glow that permeated the small windows a
t the top of the high marble walls of my room. That strange light grew brighter during the day like a simulation of the rising of the sun, but it gave off no heat. No life. No hope. My room has grown dim once more—like dusk—when the trumpets sound, announcing the return of the search party. And I know even before my betrothed storms into my room that he has come back empty-handed.
“It wasn’t there,” Garrick says, slamming the scrolled map onto my bedside table with such force that the small Lesser boy in the corner of the room almost drops his tray. The servant came with my dinner only moments ago, and now he stands like a cornered animal, as if he wants nothing more than to slip away but is afraid to move and risk drawing his new king’s wrath upon himself. From the look of him, all skin and bone and bruises, the boy has already suffered a beating today.
“I told you,” I say, positioning myself between Garrick and the Lesser boy, “it was dark and I don’t exactly know my way around the Underrealm. I must have made a mistake.”
“Are you playing us for fools?” Garrick asks as he picks up the map and shakes it in my face. “Tricking me into leading the entire Court out into the Wastelands, only to look like an idiot on a fool’s errand?”
Ironic questions for him to ask, considering he’d been the one fooling us all for six months. It has become more and more apparent that he had been the one lying, playing the role of the cowering, simple, Lesser half-brother so we wouldn’t notice that he was plotting to betray us. I hadn’t realized he was a threat until the crown was on his head and I was locked inside this palace. Not until he brought me an ancient pomegranate necklace and called me his queen.
“Are you lying to us?” he demands.
I blink at the map in his hand. It is a lie. Everything I’ve told him about the Key’s location is a boldfaced lie, to save Haden. To save myself. The key is gone. Lost. I haven’t seen it since we crashed on the shores of Elysium and I fought my way back from the brink of death. For all I know, it’s at the bottom of the River of Woe with my best friend, Tobin, who also went missing after the crash. Both possibly never to be seen again.