The Seasonal Debt

The entrance to the Obsidian Spire was a cavern of black glass and polished stone. It felt like walking into the throat of a great beast. There were no torches or lamps to greet us. Instead the walls themselves seemed to bleed a faint violet light that did not provide any warmth. It was a cold glow that made the shadows in the corners look deeper and more alive. I kept my hands clenched at my sides to keep them from shaking. I was a daughter of the sun and this place felt designed to swallow me whole. "This way." Silas said. He did not look back to see if I was following. He knew I had nowhere else to go. His footsteps made no sound on the marble floor. I on the other hand felt like every step I took was a drumbeat in the silence. The heat from my skin was already fighting the unnatural chill of the hall. I could see the faint trail of steam rising from my damp clothes. We passed through a set of massive iron doors that opened without a sound. Beyond them lay a staircase that spiraled upward into the darkness. The air grew thinner and colder as we climbed. I felt the weight of the stone above us pressing down on my chest. It was a physical pressure that made it hard to catch my breath. "How many people live here?" I asked. My voice echoed off the walls. It sounded small and fragile in the vast space. "As many as need to." Silas replied. He reached the top of the stairs and paused at a landing. He turned to look at me with those piercing silver eyes. "This level is yours." Silas said. "You will find everything you require for your comfort." He gestured toward a set of double doors carved with patterns of frost and thorns. He pulled a heavy iron key from his pocket and held it out to me. Our fingers brushed as I took it. The contact was like a shock of ice water. I flinched but I did not drop the key. "Am I to be locked in?" I asked. I gripped the cold metal tightly. I looked at him and waited for the lie. "The lock is for your protection Elara." Silas said. "Not all of my subjects share my patience for the Fae. Some of them would prefer to drain you dry tonight rather than wait for the warmth you promised." He stepped closer to me. He was so tall that I had to tilt my head back to see his face. He smelled like winter air and something ancient. "You are a precious resource now." Silas whispered. "I suggest you treat yourself as such." "I am a person." I snapped. "Not a bag of grain or a pile of coal." "In this city those things are more valuable than gold." Silas said. "Sleep well Little Sun. We begin your work at dawn." He turned and vanished back down the stairs before I could argue. I stood alone on the landing for a long moment. I listened to the silence of the tower. It was not a peaceful quiet. It was the heavy silence of a place that was holding its breath. I pushed the key into the lock and turned it. The mechanism was smooth and heavy. I stepped inside the room and gasped. It was a suite of rooms larger than my entire cottage back home. There was a massive bed draped in black furs and a fireplace made of white stone. Huge windows stretched from the floor to the ceiling. They looked out over the sprawling dark city below. I walked to the window and pressed my hand against the glass. It was freezing to the touch. Below me the City of No Stars looked like a graveyard of light. The blue neon flickered in the distance but most of the streets were shrouded in shadow. I could see the faint outlines of the slums where the poorer vampires lived. I thought about the children I had seen in the street. I turned away from the window and walked to the fireplace. There was no wood in the hearth. There were no coals. It was just a cold empty pit of stone. I knelt down and placed my hands on the base of the chimney. I closed my eyes and reached deep inside myself. I searched for the spark that lived at my core. It was smaller than it used to be. It was a flickering amber flame that felt weary from the journey. I whispered a word in the old tongue of my people. I pushed a sliver of that heat through my palms and into the stone. A soft golden glow began to radiate from the hearth. It was not a fire of wood and smoke. It was a fire of pure essence. The stone warmed under my touch. The chill in the room began to recede. I watched as the frost on the windowpanes melted and turned into tears of water. I sat back on my heels and watched the light. It was the only bit of home I had left. A soft knock sounded at the door. I stood up quickly and wiped my hands on my skirt. "Who is it?" I called out. "Dinner is served Lady Elara." A female voice replied. I walked to the door and unlocked it. A young woman stood in the hall. She was pale like the others but she had a kindness in her face that I had not expected. She carried a silver tray laden with covered dishes. "My name is Mina." She said. "I am to be your attendant while you stay with us." She walked into the room and set the tray on a low table near the fire. She paused when she felt the warmth of the hearth. She looked at the glowing stones and then back at me. Her eyes widened in surprise. "It has been a long time since I felt a real fire." Mina whispered. She reached out a hand as if to touch the warmth but she stopped herself. She looked at me with a mixture of awe and fear. "Is the King always so cold?" I asked. I sat down at the table and lifted the lid off one of the plates. It was roasted meat and root vegetables. It smelled delicious. "He is the oldest of us." Mina said. "He has forgotten what it is like to feel anything else. He carries the winter in his heart so the rest of us do not have to." "That sounds like a very lonely way to live." I said. I took a bite of the food. It was seasoned with rare spices that made my tongue tingle. "Power is always lonely." Mina replied. "The King does what is necessary for the survival of the city. He does not ask for thanks." "He did not have to take me." I said. Mina looked toward the door as if checking for listeners. She leaned in closer to me. "He did not just take you to save the city Elara." Mina whispered. "The Obsidian Spire is cracking. The very foundation of our world is freezing over. If you had not come the tower would have fallen by the next new moon." She stood up straight and smoothed her apron. "Eat your fill." Mina said. "You will need your strength for tomorrow. The King does not like to be kept waiting." She bowed her head and left the room. I heard the lock click from the outside. I was alone again. I finished my meal in silence. I watched the golden light of my fire dance against the black walls. I thought about what Mina had said. The city was not just cold. It was dying. And Silas was the one holding it together with nothing but his own frozen will. I walked back to the window. I looked out at the dark horizon. Somewhere out there the sun was rising over the Summer Court. My people were waking up to green fields and warm breezes. They were safe because I was here in the dark. I placed my forehead against the glass. "I will not let you break me Silas." I whispered. The heat from my skin left a fog on the window. I watched it fade into the night. I went to the bed and curled up under the heavy furs. I did not blow out the light in the hearth. I let it burn. I needed to remember that even in the heart of the winter a single spark could stay alive. I fell into a restless sleep. I dreamed of a forest made of glass and a king who was made of ice. In the dream he was reaching for me. He was not trying to hurt me. He was trying to keep from shattering. I woke up when the first grey light of morning touched the room. There was no sunrise here. There was only a shift from deep black to a dull leaden grey. The fire in the hearth had gone out. The room was freezing again. I stood up and dressed in a gown of heavy amber wool. I brushed my hair until it shone like polished copper. I was ready. The door opened before I could reach for the handle. Silas stood in the hallway. He looked exactly as he had the night before. He did not look tired. He did not look like a man who had slept at all. "It is time Elara." Silas said. "Time for what?" I asked. "Time to see if you are as powerful as your father claimed." Silas replied. He turned and began to walk down the hall. I followed him. We did not go back to the Great Hall. Instead we went deeper into the heart of the tower. We descended a hidden staircase that smelled of damp earth and ancient magic. The air grew colder with every step. My breath was a constant cloud of steam. I felt the fire in my core beginning to stir. It knew where we were going. It knew that something was waiting for us in the dark. We reached a massive circular chamber at the very bottom of the spire. In the center of the room was a giant forge made of iron and gold. It was cold and silent. Chains as thick as my waist held it in place. "This is the Heart of the City." Silas said. He walked to the edge of the forge and placed his hand on the metal. A layer of frost immediately spread from his touch. "It used to burn with the light of the first sun." Silas said. "It powered our lights. It warmed our homes. It kept the shadows at bay. But the fire died a hundred years ago." He looked at me. His silver eyes were bright with a desperate intensity. "I want you to wake it up." Silas commanded. I looked at the massive forge. It was huge. It was a mountain of iron. I felt like an ant standing before a god. "I cannot do that alone." I said. "My magic is not enough to light something this big." "Then find a way." Silas said. He stepped toward me. He grabbed my wrists with his freezing hands. He pulled me toward the forge. "My people are dying Elara." Silas hissed. "The ice is coming for us all. Light the forge or we will all die in the cold." I looked at him. I saw the fear behind the iron mask of his face. He was not a king. He was a man who was terrified of the dark. I looked at the forge. I looked at the cold iron. I felt the fire in my heart begin to roar. "Fine." I said. "But stay back Silas. You might not like the heat."