Archdruid

  ARCHDRUID

  ROGUES OF MAGIC SERIES BOOK 2

  BY TIFFANY SHAND

  Copyright © 2019 Tiffany Shand

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without prior written consent of the author, except for brief quotes in reviews.

  This book is a work of fiction. People, places, events and situations are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or historical events, is purely coincidental.

  Editor Lauren Whale

  Cover design by Melody Simmons

  Table of contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Afterword

  Acknowledgments

  Also by Tiffany Shand

  Other Works

  About the author

  Chapter 1

  Urien ran his fingers along his father’s seat of power. The throne itself was made from dark dryad oak. Almost like a tree, it twisted in three different directions to form the back of the seat. Two much higher branches rose in the front of the throne. Carved on the front of the backrest was a white oak tree surrounded by three stars—Darius’ own personal emblem. The ancient throne had seated more than one archdruid over the last few thousand years. It hummed and vibrated with power. Ann had always said she’d seen glowing lines of energy flowing through it. Urien saw no such thing.

  He made a move to sit down but hesitated. Why couldn’t he bring himself to sit here? It was just a stupid chair after all. It meant nothing. Still, it felt good being back in the physical world again. He’d been trapped on the other side for so long part of him feared he’d wake up back there only to find it had all been a dream.

  This was no dream. Urien was here, back in his rightful place as leader of Caselhelm. Soon the other lands would be under his control. One way or another, they would all fall in line.

  The first thing he’d done was lock his mother up in the dungeon. She may have been loyal and helped overthrow Darius and his followers, but Urien had been born to rule. He would not share his power with anyone. He was annoyed she hadn’t died yet. The bitch had proved stronger than he’d thought.

  You’re afraid of sitting where he sat, aren’t you? Xander asked.

  Urien winced at the sound of his brother’s voice. Why couldn’t Xander just shut up and go away? He picked up a small mirror someone had left lying near the throne. But it wasn’t his true face that stared back at him. Xander had short, dark brown hair, pale skin, and a handsome face. He also had their father’s pale blue eyes. How Urien hated those eyes! He’d have much preferred to see his own dark brown, almost black, ones staring back at him. His own face, with his mop of curly black hair. Yet here he was, stuck inside the body of his younger half-brother.

  Be quiet, or I’ll do away with you. I want you to die almost as much as I want my wretched mother gone from this world, Urien said. He tried his best to ignore Xander’s voice and not talk to him. At times, it proved impossible.

  Guess I shouldn’t be surprised you’d kill your own mother after what you did to our father and my mother, Xander remarked. You haven’t changed. I doubt you even have remorse for everything you’ve done.

  Oh, do be quiet, brother. Your thoughts are so irritating. Besides, my mother isn’t dead. Yet. Urien cast the mirror aside and sat down on the throne, just to prove to Xander he wasn’t afraid. Nothing happened. See, I’m not afraid. This is my throne now. My seat. My land.

  This seat glowed and vibrated with power whenever Darius had sat upon it. Yet Urien felt nothing. Not even a stirring or crackle of energy.

  You’re in my body, get used to it, Xander snapped. I won’t let you reject my spirit. I’ll fight you every step of the way. I’ll be the conscience you’ve never had.

  Conscience, ha. A conscience serves no purpose. Urien laughed out loud as Constance, his new lead Gliss, came into the room.

  “Connie, my love, tell me: is Ceara broken yet?”

  Connie, with her blonde braid and olive skin, looked dark compared to his old favourite Ceara’s porcelain complexion. She wore a black leather bodysuit that covered her from neck to toe.

  “She’s strong, my lord. Our usual methods aren’t working.” Connie paused. “I have good news. We have control of Trin. Our forces broke through the island’s protections.”

  “Good.” His first task in getting the other races to start falling in line would be to prove to them he, not Ann, had the power and rank of the archdruid.

  You didn’t deserve Ceara. Even as a Gliss, she was too good for you. Xander’s voice continued to taunt him.

  “Quiet,” Urien hissed, gripping the sides of the throne so hard the wood shuddered.

  “My lord?” Constance frowned.

  Urien stormed out of the hall and down to the dungeon. Ceara hung from the ceiling. Every inch of her body black and purple. Her long black hair fell like a curtain over her pale skin, greasy and matted in places. Dried blood covered her lips and ears from where the shock rods had been placed on her.

  “I do so hate seeing you like this.” Urien motioned for the Gliss to lower Ceara.

  The chains clanked as Ceara came down. Her dark eyes opened as he ran a finger down her chin. Strange; she still looked oddly beautiful, even in this horrific state.

  “Your beauty doesn’t deserve to be marred like this.” He smiled. “If you swear loyalty to me again, you won’t have to go through any more of this.”

  “You replaced me, you bastard,” Ceara spat. “I did everything for you, stayed loyal to you all these years. Now you’re with her.” Her eyes flashed as she turned her gaze to Connie, who stood behind him.

  Urien saw fire in her eyes even after days of endless torture. She’d proven stronger than he’d thought. That fire, that strength, made him fall in love with her in the first place. Had it been real love? He thought it had, once. Only the gods knew if he was truly capable of such a thing. Nothing mattered to him more than power. That was the only good trait he’d inherited from his bastard father.

  “You betrayed me. I know you’ve been working with and helping the resistance over the years. It’s all here in Xander’s mind.” He tapped his forehead. “You helped my sister escape. You had to be punished, don’t you see that?”

  Ceara looked away. “She’s stronger than you, and the real archdruid. She’ll stop you.”

  “Ah, yes, but she can’t kill me, thanks to our bastard father. I’m more powerful than ever, now I have Xander’s power.” He caressed her cheek. “You can come back. Be my favourite again. Wouldn’t you like that?”

  “Nothing you say will ever make me come back to you.” She spat at him.

  A bloody trickle of saliva hit his face. He wiped it off with the back of his hand. “I know you, Ceara. Deep down inside that twisted heart of yours, you’re just like me. That’s why you chose me instead of my brother.” Urien drew back and grinned at her. “Part of you still longs for my brother, doesn’t it? You could have both of us now.” He ran a finger over her chafed lips. “Come back to me. Be mine again.”

  Her dark eyes flashed. “You’re more twisted than I thought to think I’d ever want you. You might be in Xander’s body, but he’s
twice the man you’ll ever be. Face it, you’re nothing. You’ll never be half of what your father was, either.” Her lips twisted into a smile.

  Urien’s jaw clenched and he glared at Constance. “You’ve been too soft on her.” He grabbed one of the shock rods and pressed it to Ceara’s chest. Electricity jolted through her, streams of blue static radiating across her body. He knew the pain had to be excruciating.

  Ceara gritted her teeth, tears streaming down her face.

  Stop! Xander cried. The thought he was causing Xander pain only brought Urien more pleasure.

  He pressed the rod to her heart. Her body trembled, convulsing. She slumped forward, dead. “Bring her back.”

  Constance yanked Ceara’s body down on to the floor, the chains clanking as she did so. She opened Ceara’s mouth and breathed air back into her lungs, performing chest compressions until Ceara’s heart started beating again.

  Ceara coughed and glared at them. “Kill me as many times as you want, Urien. I’ll never come back to you,” she hissed. “Ann will stop you. When I get free, I’ll damn well help her destroy you.”

  Urien stormed out, fists clenched.

  See, she’s strong, Xander goaded. Not everyone will fall in line, brother, no matter how hard you try to break them. You’re a failure.

  “No!” Urien screamed, hitting the wall so hard the stone exploded with a burst of energy. Shards of rock shot in all directions. Pain exploded across his knuckles and his hand came away bloody.

  “My lord?” Constance said. “What’s wrong? You’ve hurt yourself.”

  “I want her broken and on our side. I can’t trust the others to keep control of Trin.” He grabbed Constance by the throat. “You must go. Take Ceara with you, I want her out of my sight. If you can’t break her, kill her. I won’t have any of my Gliss turning against me.”

  “Yes, my lord.” Constance bowed her head. “We’ll leave at once.”

  His hand throbbed, but he ignored the pain and blood.

  You’ll never control Trin…

  Urien shut Xander’s voice out and stomped up the steps toward the tower where his mother now lived. He nodded to the two Gliss standing guard. The Gliss had sworn loyalty to him, not his mother. At lest they had the sense know he had the true power. Orla had only been keeping the throne warm for him during his imprisonments in the nether realm. He’d never intended her to rule, but she hadn’t been keen on handing all her power over to him.

  The spelled lock on the door flared with runes as he pressed his palm against it, unlocking it. He pushed open the cell door. The room appeared tiny, with little more than a metal bunk and a bucket in the corner for her to relieve herself in. Small slivers of pale light came through the thin barred window. It cast faint white pools across the grimy flagstone floor.

  Urien’s breath came out as mist as he stepped into the freezing room. The window offered no protection from the elements outside. It let in both the rain and the wind. Dampness covered the grey stone walls. Too bad the elements had little effect on his demon mother.

  Orla sat staring out of the barred window. Her long black tresses fell past her shoulders. Her pale skin shone almost like moonlight. Her black eyes narrowed on him as he stood in the doorway of her cell. Sometimes he hated how alike they looked.

  “Why did you bring me back in this damned body?” Urien demanded. “Why didn’t you cast his spirit out? His voice is driving me mad!” After a month of hearing Xander’s taunts, cries, and accusations, he didn’t know how much more he could take. There had to be a way to rip his brother’s damned soul from this body.

  “I saved you from the hell your sister cast you into.” Orla turned around to face him.

  Urien’s hand shook as Xander tried to regain control of his body. “Look at me, Mother. I can’t look weak. The other leaders won’t even answer my summons. They don’t believe I’m the archdruid.” He fell to his knees and buried his face in her lap. “Help me.” For a moment, he wanted her to hold him as any mother would hold their child to comfort them.

  Orla had never been that kind of mother.

  She shoved him away in disgust. “What’s the matter with you?” she spat. “I kept hold of Caselhelm for all these years. You were born to lead the five lands, and yet here you are, cowering like a wounded puppy. I overthrew the Valeran rule so you could take your place as Darius’ heir!”

  Urien clutched his head, grabbing handfuls of his hair. “Xander’s voice torments me night and day.”

  “Ignore him. This is your body now. You’re more powerful than ever before. Start acting like it, boy.” She placed her hands on his shoulders.

  Urien’s fists clenched. “How am I more powerful? You have an army of two thousand. You control the city, but what about the rest of these lands?” Urien pulled away from her and rose to his feet. “A few thousand men and a couple dozen Gliss do not make me a leader. I want all the lands. I want to watch the other races cower before me, yet here I am, walled up in the palace with you.”

  “Then you must prove to them you—not your sister—are the true leader. A true leader doesn’t wait for power, they take it. You can’t allow Rhiannon to start rallying people to her side.” Orla’s stood and took hold of his hands. “You have everything you need to stop her. Stop whining and act like a true ruler. Be the archdruid, and the people will bow before you.”

  “I have Trin, and soon the rest will follow. I’ll wipe those damn druids off the face of Erthea. How did Darius get them all in line?” He pushed his hair—no, Xander’s hair—off his face. Everything about this body felt strange and alien to him, like wearing clothes that were too tight.

  “He used the forbidden arts. He used magic that went far beyond any druid power.”

  “Father must have kept his knowledge somewhere. He taught Rhiannon things he never showed me.” Urien rubbed his chin. “I need his knowledge. It would give me an advantage over Rhiannon.”

  “Think, my son. Darius couldn’t keep everything locked inside his mind. He must have kept his secret somewhere. He used to disappear at times and then he’d reappear again.”

  Urien’s brow creased as he searched through his memories, then Xander’s.

  “I followed Father one night out into the grounds. I saw him open a door before he vanished. That must be it.” His smile faded. “I still need a way to get the other races to fall in line.”

  “Do what you do best. Either they join you, or you kill them all.” Orla smirked.

  Chapter 2

  Ann Valeran stared at the tranquil waters surrounding the small island of Trin, the druids’ sacred island. It stood alone and forlorn without the heavy mists that usually protected it. Its rolling green hills looked darker, not glowing with their usual brightness. Even the grey stone tower that sat atop the tor looked foreboding now. “Someone has broken down the wards,” she remarked. Her long blonde hair fluttered around her face as she pulled back the hood of her long black leather coat.

  “There are Gliss over there, no doubt.” Sage scowled and brushed dirt off the hem of her long blue robe. “This place has belonged to our people for the last three thousand years without ever falling into enemy hands. We need to get them off the island.”

  “But how did they do it? Like you said, the island’s protections have kept it safe. Urien must have found a way through.” She clenched her fists at the thought of her elder half-brother. Anger would do her little good. “We’ll get it back.” Ann raised her hand and muttered words of power to summon a boat made of reeds that would carry them to the island. “Bád le feiceáil.”

  Edward and Jax came up behind her. Ed, with his long brown hair and golden-brown eyes, looked the opposite of his foster brother, Jax. Jax had dark skin, a bald head, and a chiselled face. Ed wore his usual black ranger clothes, whilst Jax wore the old black coat and trousers left over from his days in the Black Guard.

  Ed had been her best friend for most of her life, and partner for almost a decade. It still felt odd having Jax back in the
ir lives. Still, it was good to have their old friend back.

  “Do you sense Urien nearby?” Ed asked her.

  Ann shook her head. “No, I don’t sense anyone on the island, just a few guards. No doubt there will be Gliss there.”

  “We’ll be ready,” Jax said, drawing his staff.

  Ann frowned and glanced at the empty shoreline. No boat had appeared. “They must have broken all of the island’s enchantments.” She gritted her teeth. “Fuck!” How could Urien and a few Gliss have wiped out the magic that had existed on the island for so long? It had only been a few weeks since her last encounter with her brother. Since then, Ann and the others had tried to stay one step ahead of him.

  “Perhaps we don’t need to go there,” Sage said, running her fingers through her long red hair that was streaked with grey. “The island is connected to the power of the archdruid.” The druid pushed her hair off her face as the wind off the eastern sea picked up. Her green eyes and weathered skin seemed dull compared to when Ann had first seen her again a few weeks earlier.

  Ann flinched at the word “archdruid”. She still hadn’t come to terms with that role. Despite her father dying five years earlier, she’d never thought of herself as the archdruid—the leader of all the druids. She’d been in hiding since her father, the former archdruid and leader of Caselhelm, had been murdered by Urien, along with her mother. Darius had been the strongest and most powerful leader among the races. He’d controlled three out of the five lands—something no one had ever done. His death had plunged the lands into another war when Urien and his mother, Orla, had brought about the revolution.

  Ann had ripped Urien’s soul from his body when she discovered her parents dead and sent it into another land. She’d spent all these years trying to stop Orla from ever bringing him back, but she’d failed. Now Urien’s soul resided in the body of her other brother, Xander. Urien’s own body remained locked away and hidden where he’d never find it.

  Urien was back and more determined than ever to take their father’s place and take leadership among the five lands.