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  Mark of Four

  Guardian of the Vale

  Tamara Shoemaker

  Contents

  Advance Praise

  Dedication

  AIR * EARTH * WATER * FIRE

  Epigraph

  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

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Meanwhile…

  A Message from the Author

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Also by Tamara Shoemaker

  Copyright

  Advance Praise

  Mark of Four

  “Tamara Shoemaker’s latest is a fresh, modern take on a fantasy and sci-fi mélange. Seething with teen angst and roiling with action, Mark of Four drops you into a post-apocalyptic world that is bursting with surprises and elemental magic. You’ll be riveted by this futuristic fantasy that deftly weaves together old and new.”

  — Emily June Street, author, The Velocipede Races, The Gantean, and The Cedna

  “Set on a future-Earth, Mark of Four weaves technology and a magic system in such a way that I am sure I must be an Elemental myself! The story is full of tension—from both conflict and from a love triangle—which kept me interested and rooting for Alayne all the way through!”

  — Bryen O'Riley, author, The Chronicles of Quat fantasy series

  “For all of us who’ve grown up wanting the ability to manipulate water, fire, earth, or air, Alayne’s journey reignites that imaginary flame. Shoemaker’s skill in creating vast worlds colored with detail is never more apparent than in Mark of Four.”

  — Foy S. Iver, author, Fables of the Crossing

  “Shoemaker paints a unique and magical view of a not-too-distant future that will keep readers guessing until the final page. Throw in dashes of romance and vivid imagery and you have a story that will quickly find its place among fantasy readers’ favorites.”

  — Taryn Noelle Kloeden, author, The Fenearen Chronicles

  “Mark of Four combines the best of fantasy with the best of human emotion. Alayne may face situations the rest of us never will never face, but how she feels about those situations and about the people around her (read: cute boys, best friends, over-anxious parents) rings true—a testament to Shoemaker’s writing talent.”

  — Margaret Locke, author, A Man of Character and A Matter of Time

  For my three Quadriweaves, Jordyn, Joel, and Elena.

  AIR * EARTH * WATER * FIRE

  FOUR ELEMENTS * FOUR POWERS * FOUR PATHS

  “Should you shield the canyons from the windstorms, you would never see the true beauty of their carvings.”

  - Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

  Chapter 1

  The deadliest Shadow-Caster in recent history, Simeon Malachi, escaped just after Alayne decided she wanted an apple, and her appetite died a dismal death. The news report trampled Alayne’s lungs with the force of a stampede of elephants.

  Alayne slipped her hand around her mother’s cold one. A sheen of perspiration dotted Wynn Worth’s forehead, and her face turned the same pale shade as cold oatmeal. Unease twisted Alayne’s stomach as she shifted her gaze from her mother to her father, and then to the holographic image of Kathy Frontenleid, news reporter for Continental Media.

  The furniture hazed beneath the light from the media imaging unit, or MIU, and the projected High Court steps behind Kathy Frontenleid striped the blue living room carpet as she spoke into her microphone. A crowded square roiled behind her, and muted shouts and screams filtered between her words.

  “Tuesday morning, riots broke out in the High Court in response to the breaking news that the Shadow-Casters, headed by the notorious Simeon Malachi, have escaped and a High Court Justice has been killed. A pall of fear has spread over the city, fear that we have not seen since the Shadow-Caster rebellion four years ago, when Malachi and his followers were originally apprehended. I repeat, Simeon Malachi and his Casters are now at large. Only moments ago, Leader Blankenship received a message from the Shadow-Casters, stating that their intention is to recover the legendary Vale and seize power in the Capital.”

  Wynn’s grip squeezed the blood from Alayne’s fingers. Even though the reporter continued to speak, heavy silence smothered the three occupants of the room. Alayne’s unease contorted into a sharp, palpable stitch in her side—something that always happened when she was frightened.

  “Mom, are you all right?” Alayne had seen snow with more color.

  Wynn fastened her gaze on her husband. “The Vale.” Wynn licked her bloodless lips. “Bryan, did you—”

  “I did.” Alayne’s father clasped his hands in front of him, rubbing calloused thumbs together.

  “The—Vale?” Alayne had heard the term before in loose conversation at Basic School. “Isn’t that the thing that’s supposed to control all four elements? Not just one?”

  Neither of her parents answered. Their attention was back on the MIU that now showed blurry security footage of a black-robed Justice escaping the thick, white pillars of the High Court and hurtling down the marble stairs. On the top tier beside a column, the unfocused image of another man appeared, dark hair and beard nearly obscuring his face. He stopped as the Justice tripped on the bottom step, rolled, twitched convulsively, and a moment later, deflated, every last ounce of moisture sucked from his body.

  “Is that Malachi on the top step?” Alayne asked. She freed her hand from her mother’s and stepped toward the image, straining to see the man’s face clearly.

  “I’m sure it was.” Bryan’s voice was thick. His gaze hadn’t moved from Wynn.

  “Surely, there would have been—”

  “Shh, I want to hear,” Wynn snapped.

  Alayne swallowed the rest of her sentence and returned to the couch. Kathy Frontenleid leveled her gaze at the camera. “In that brief clip of security footage, you saw Simeon Malachi, leader of the Shadow-Casters, Cast and kill Justice Aaron Henry on the steps of the High Court. Continental Media has confirmed that no Justices are Shadow-Casted at this time, though the fear remains that the Casters will return. I’m Kathy Frontenleid for Continental Media. Back to you, Stan.”

  A hologram of Stanwick Jones sitting at his desk appeared in front of the living room recliner. “Thank you, Kathy. I’m sure I speak for all of us when I say stay safe out there.” He swiped information through the air in front of him. “The Continental Guard asks that if you have any information regarding an escaped Shadow-Caster, or any information concerning the object of the Casters’ search, the Vale, that you contact them at the tipline below.” Numbers scrolled across the worn carpet.

  Alayne shot a glance at her mother. Wynn looked physically sick. At a nod from Bryan, Alayne switched off the MIU. The quiet held an explosive quality that Alayne neither liked nor understood.

  Alayne licked her lips, her gaze edging from her father to her mother and back. “Tell me again what the Vale is? And where is it?”

  Wynn and Bryan’s answer was a deafening silence. A scream of frustration boiled below Alayne’s surface
as Wynn threw a significant glance at Bryan. Did they think she’d wilt beneath the news like a plant too long without water? “I’m right here, guys,” she spat after a moment. “It’s not like I didn’t just watch the same newscast you did. I saw the Justice’s death; we all did.”

  Bryan’s gaze fastened to the carpet. Wynn clasped her hands tightly in her lap. “What are we going to do?” she finally asked.

  “About what?” Bryan’s voice was tight, like a band stretched too far.

  “About Alayne’s Elemental assessment tomorrow.”

  A pit opened in the bottom of Alayne’s stomach and sucked her throat through it. Surely they wouldn’t cancel her assessment. “What about it?” she broke in. “My appointment’s been scheduled for the last year. We can’t break it.” She stared at her mother’s stone face before turning to her father. “Dad?”

  Bryan sighed heavily. “No, we can’t.” His fingers slid into his shoulder-length blond hair, gripping the roots. “Honey, it’s for the best.”

  “What do you mean, it’s for the best?” Wynn’s voice turned strident, echoing off the close walls of the Worths’ house. “Simeon Malachi is loose. He’s back, Bryan, don’t you understand the significance of that?”

  “I understand. You and I probably understand that better than anyone else.”

  A cryptic conversation tangled beneath their words. Alayne glanced back and forth between them. “What significance? Why does any of this affect my school assessment?”

  Bryan inhaled a deep breath. “Alayne, the Casters are a threat to our entire Continent, even to all of CommonEarth. Before Malachi was captured, he killed hundreds, nearly succeeding in staging a destructive coup—and now he’s demanding the Vale—”

  Wynn launched herself off the couch with a frantic moan, pacing the worn carpet threads, running her fingers through her silver-streaked dark hair. Bryan stepped in front of his wife, placing his hands on her shoulders. “Wynn, calm down, honey. There’s very little chance of any kind of attack here in Skyden, it’s so far from the Capital. Layne can still do her assessment.”

  “Mom, you’re hyperventilating,” Alayne added.

  “There’s no need for her to do an assessment if she can’t go to school! How can she attend Clayborne or Andova if there are Shadow-Casters at large? I won’t allow it.” Wynn’s gray eyes filled with tears.

  “Come on, Wynn, you know that Clayborne and Andova students will be under the protection of the most skilled Elementals from all over CommonEarth. They can keep her safer than we could here.”

  “Can they?” Wynn snapped.

  “Mom, you can’t—you can’t—keep me buried here,” Alayne pleaded. “Dad’s right, I’ll be as safe, if not safer, at school. Can’t you see that?”

  Wynn’s wide eyes held Alayne’s for a long, silent moment. Worry still creased her forehead, but at last her shoulders sagged. “You’re right, of course. But Alayne, please be careful. Don’t trust anyone, don’t talk to any strangers, ever, and—”

  “Mom!” Alayne’s mouth tightened. “It’ll be okay.”

  “Will it?”

  Alayne swung her hand toward the window. “Do you see any Shadow-Casters outside?”

  “You can’t always see them, Alayne. They can look just as normal as the next person—”

  “Mom, I’m just one of millions of young Elementals preparing to take my assessment. I’m not a target. I’m not a government official.” Alayne rolled her eyes. Her mother’s irrational fears were toxic. “I’m sure no one else is canceling assessments because of this. You’re overreacting.” As usual.

  Alayne turned for her bedroom and the worn running shoes she knew would bring release from the fear that circled in her stomach, no matter how much she denied it. “I’m going for a run.”

  “You’re going for a—young lady, you’re doing no such thing.”

  “I’ll be careful, Mom! I’m seventeen, not a newborn baby!” Alayne’s frustration had reached its breaking point.

  “That’s not the issue. It’s not safe. We just watched Simeon Malachi kill a High Court Justice, and—”

  “That was the Capital, Mom, not Skyden! Hours from here!”

  “The Shadow-Casters could be anywhere! If they can get close to you, they can take control of your body and mind without you even knowing it. Once you’re Casted, you’re completely under their power! And Malachi, of all the Casters, has the most skill; there’s a reason he’s their leader.”

  “Wynn,” Bryan’s quiet voice cut off Wynn’s protest, “the Casters only broke out of High Court prison this morning. It’s highly unlikely they would be anywhere near—”

  “Are you taking her side, Bryan?”

  “I’m not taking anyone’s side; I’m just saying that Alayne going for a run is not a huge issue at this point. You need to calm down.”

  “I need to calm down?”

  Alayne yanked on her running shoes, determined to shut out her parents’ argument. She tied the bows in double knots and angled through the living room to the side door. “I’ll be back in time for a late supper, and I’ll stop by the market for the groceries you have on the list,” she added as a peace offering to absolve her guilt. Hurt shuttered Wynn’s face.

  Before her parents could say anything further, she jumped off the porch stoop, letting the door swing shut behind her. “Alayne Catherine Worth!” Wynn’s thin voice threaded the outside air.

  She ignored it and jogged down the wet sidewalk. It had poured that morning, and the late afternoon smelled fresh with rain-washed scent. Instead of dodging the few puddles, she stepped out of her stride on purpose to hit each one. She loved the splash that accompanied a two-footed landing, the feeling of the cool wetness on her shins, the buoyant freedom of letting loose.

  She ran to the end of the street and turned right, heading up the steep hill and down the other side where openness and lush greenery waited. Every day, this was what she anticipated—the run out of her city streets into her sanctuary. The creek ran beside the path, rushing and gurgling, speaking her language in familiar words without a tongue.

  Alayne cleared a fallen log, dodging well-known roots and stones, her frustrations slowly leaking out with the sweat that beaded her forehead. Thoughts of the news and the terror it elicited from her parents, even her own hidden fears, faded in the adrenaline of exercise. Tomorrow, her parents would take her to the City Centre for her Elemental assessment, the privilege of a seventeen-year-old Elemental. Provided, of course, that her mother didn’t balk. She pictured once again the Justice’s terrifying death on the steps of the High Court, and she could almost see her mother’s rigid strictness stifling the life out of her as a result. She dreaded returning home to their strictures.

  She huffed through her nose and out of her mouth as she ran up the steep mountain trail until the creek was a silver ribbon far below. Ahead, the waterfall roared over the rocks. As she rounded the last bend, shoving past the mountain laurels, all six hundred feet of the falls plunged past her in tumbling furor.

  Alayne climbed a rock that hung out over the edge of the cliff and let her feet swing above the roaring water. She lowered her left hand into the dancing liquid, shivering at the shock that always ran up her arm when she burrowed her skin in water. She felt like a bird arriving at her nest after a long journey. She dangled her fingers in the swirling eddies, spritzing shapes into the air. She sent a watery kitten prancing to the far side, and then with another splash, she dispatched a dog after it.

  Her mother would have killed her had she seen Alayne manipulating the water elements with such skill and abandon. “Stop showing off,” Wynn had said when she’d caught Alayne making a water harp with the dishwater several months ago. “You aren’t supposed to have that kind of skill with the elements until you’ve had training.” She’d glanced at the open window. “Someone might notice.” She’d yanked the shade closed.

  To placate her mother’s paranoia, Alayne had learned to play with the water elements only here at the
waterfall, her secret place.

  Alayne eyed the city skyline from her perch beside the falls. She could see the tiny neighborhood in the valley where her house stood. Its roof glinted in the early evening sunlight. Her mother would be preparing supper, slamming pots and pans onto the element-powered stove, glancing at the window, fearful, always fearful, of what might hide outside.

  Her dad was better, though Alayne still caught worry clouding his blue eyes sometimes if she glanced up quickly enough. Alayne’s frustrations grew with the restraint and boundaries her parents tried to impose on her. Sure, she understood the fear of Shadow-Casters. Anyone who could control another person’s mind should be feared, but how could her parents even consider not letting her go to Clayborne or Andova? Every Elemental needed training.

  Not for the first time, Alayne wished one of her parents shared her talent, but they were both Naturals, and they had no power over any element at all. They just didn’t understand. She had to go to school; she needed to learn what to do with this irresistible draw she felt toward water. She flicked her hand angrily in the river, and two water ballerinas cartwheeled over the top of the falls, dispersing gracefully in the sun as they tumbled downward.

  Alayne seethed inside. If the Shadow-Casters hadn’t escaped, hadn’t proclaimed far and wide that they meant to find the Vale and take over CommonEarth, she would be happily preparing for her assessment instead of worrying whether her mother would ever let her leave the house again.

  “Great evil and great power always go hand in hand,” she muttered as she pulled a mass of water from the riverbed and began fashioning a face, feathering watery bangs across a clear forehead, and concentrating especially on the almond shape of the eyes. She allowed the water to splash back into the stream when she couldn’t get their expression to please her.