"Saa Thalarr cannot lie," Merrill whispered next to my ear. "It is impossible for them to do so. Everything Griffin tells you will be truth." I sniffled and nodded my head at Merrill's words.
"Your mother was also a quarter Bright Elemaiya," Griffin said. "We could mindspeak one another and that's what encouraged her to come to me. To make a child with me. She was adopted, baby, she just never had time to tell you. And I was never allowed to see her again after you were conceived. The punishment was placed. I only learned of you once more when you were dropped in Merrill's lap as his adopted child. That was extremely encouraging; it led me to believe that there were other forces at work, helping me to find you again." My dream was unfolding before my eyes and proving true—my mother had been adopted. I moved uncomfortably in Wlodek's grip.
"Merrill and I have been as close as brothers for fifteen hundred years; since he gave invaluable assistance to me when I came to defend this world against the Ra'Ak back then," Griffin went on. "When I convinced my supervisor that you could help Dragon on Refizan, he reluctantly agreed. His superior, one of the Nameless Ones, discovered that Kifirin had claimed you there." Griffin was smiling, now.
"Kifirin is brother to the Nameless Ones from long ago," Griffin continued. "He agreed to balance the worlds of light by creating the Dark Realm. When the Nameless One learned that Kifirin had found his mate, and that we'd taken her to Refizan to help one of the Saa Thalarr, he wanted an explanation. That is when I informed him you were my daughter. He made a judgment, determining that fathering a child is not in itself interfering. My punishment was lifted. I could claim my daughter. Therefore, I am here. I am your father. Wlodek is your only living vampire sire, Merrill is your surrogate sire. That will not change. However," Griffin turned to the others, a warning in his eyes, "should any of you decide to punish her in future, I expect to be notified and the final decision will be mine to make. If I am not informed, I may consider punishment of my own and I will not be merciful."
"I will know as well," a curl of smoke floated from Kifirin's nostrils. "You do not wish to stand before me if you have harmed her."
Tony had been listening to the entire exchange in disbelief. "You are fortunate, young one," Kifirin leveled a warning glare in Tony's direction. "Had I claimed Lissa before you took from her, you would not be enjoying life at the moment. She has forgiven you, I think. You are safe because of her charitable nature."
"I've learned my lesson," Tony held up both hands. "And my sire has threatened me if I mistreat Lissa in any way."
"You are doubly fortunate that Karzac wished to repay Lissa in some way by healing those six you infected with vampire blood and ash," Griffin said. "The one who did the research will not fare as well as you have out of this."
"How do you know this?" Tony demanded. "Larry was fine the last I saw of him."
"Don't question Griffin, he knows what he's talking about," Merrill snapped.
"Lissa, I have also come to give you other information," Griffin said. "While I am your father and will protect you as well as I can, I have not been given permission to interfere with any of Saxom's turns or their turns. This seems to be your mission, along with Merrill and the others, here."
"I also will not interfere unless there is no other way; this is a matter for the worlds of light to deal with," Kifirin added.
I looked from one to the other. "Well, then," I said. "I think it's just about time somebody told me who Saxom was."
Griffin looked at Merrill and then Merrill glanced at Wlodek. Wlodek sighed over my head and settled me between Griffin and himself. Griffin placed an arm around me. I blinked up at him, still a bit dazed. I had a father. A real one. No idea how that was going to affect anything, though.
"We must start at the beginning," Griffin said, squeezing me in an effort to comfort. "Saxom was from Orpali, a world far from this one. There, his name was Saxom Melitu, which he later changed to Meletius. It fit the language here; the other name did not."
"He truly came from another world?" René asked.
"Yes. He was chosen as a healer for one of the Saa Thalarr," Griffin nodded. "Lisster served more than thirty thousand years before requesting retirement. Saxom did not wish to go into retirement with him. He asked to stay with the Saa Thalarr in his healer capacity. This request was granted." Merrill stirred uncomfortably at Griffin's explanation. "Kiarra was chosen as Lisster's replacement and she inherited Saxom as her healer. They did not get along very well and as First at the time, I was not paying attention to this. I imagined that things would probably work out—that the two of them only needed to become used to each other. I was wrong. Saxom developed an unhealthy obsession with Kiarra and I failed to see it. He asked her to mate with him and she refused. Her refusal sent him down a dark path. He went looking for the Ra'Ak in order to get what he wanted."
"He was a healer for the Saa Thalarr?" that was alarming news. This sounded like their fuck-up, and now all of us were paying the price.
"You may well be correct, sweetheart," Griffin smiled sadly after reading my thoughts. "We all ignored Saxom. He was only a healer, after all. We had other things on our minds and I never bothered to delve into the matter. Saxom made a deal with the Ra'Ak and three were sent for Kiarra, after Saxom promised to deliver her to them. Of course, he intended to get what he wanted from this, somehow." Griffin sighed, his eyes a bit unfocused at the memory.
"Kiarra managed to kill those that came for her—they never intended her or Saxom to survive. The Powers That Be punished Saxom afterward, but did not require his life—they did this because of the many years of service he'd provided the Saa Thalarr. Instead, they removed his immortality and set him upon the Earth to live out a normal lifespan. Unfortunately, Saxom found a way to become immortal once again—he convinced a vampire to turn him and then made another deal with the enemy when the Ra'Ak came four years ago."
"Is that what Shirley Walker was talking about?" I asked, recalling a conversation with the Corpus Christi Packmaster. "She said something about Unicorns, or something. I saw Dragon become a Dragon. Is Kiarra a Unicorn?" I was almost holding my breath.
"Kiarra is The Unicorn," Merrill smiled at a memory. Okay, that was part of the reason he had the hots for her; I just knew it. Griffin laughed out loud.
"Is that why they call you Griffin?" I looked up at my newly discovered father, ignoring the fact that he'd just read my thoughts.
"It is why they call me Griffin," he nodded, still smiling. "I don't change much anymore—Chessman wanted the Gryphon form and I didn't argue. His is solid black; mine was brown and gold."
"You weren't one of the Elemaiya that could shapeshift?" I asked.
"I never tried," Griffin said. "I was raised by my half-Elemaiyan mother in the Queen's camp. She forced me out when I was sixteen."
"That's what Gabron said about his mother," I offered. "He said she never got over it." I realized then that as a quarter blood, my mother had been culled as an infant. I shook my head slightly to clear away those thoughts.
"They aren't kind about abandoning their children," Kifirin muttered angrily. "Perhaps they should show some sense. A day will come when they will greatly regret the laws they created regarding the dilution of the race."
"I have seen that as well," Griffin agreed. "The Ka'Mirai will not come to them as a result." Kifirin nodded and laughed humorlessly at Griffin's words.
"The Ka'Mirai?" I was curious about that word.
"A legend to the Elemaiya race," Griffin said. "One who can reverse time or events for them—the term means True Mirror. In a mirror's reflection, your left appears to be your right, and vice-versa. One day, the Elemaiya will greatly desire something to be changed, but it will be withheld because the Ka'Mirai will also be a quarter blood. I have seen it." I stared at Griffin's eyes as he made that pronouncement—the well of knowledge within was fathomless and the hazel color had gone pale. It was frightening.
"You should take one of the comesuli with you on your mission, avilepha," Kifirin said, breaking Griffin's spell. As if they'd been summoned, both Roff and Giff walked in.
"Which one of you wants to go?" I twisted around to look at them.
"Are Charles and Rolfe going?" Giff asked brightly.
"No, honey," I said. "I think they're staying here with the Honored One."
"Then I will stay, too," Giff declared. He'd already made friends with Charles and Rolfe, looked like.