By the time he took the reins I found it difficult to breathe evenly.
“Keep the gate open for us,” he commanded Boothe. Then with a flick of his wrists and a gentle prod with his heel, Thief trotted from the stables. His hooves clacked against the smooth granite and soon enough, the twilight enveloped us.
We took off down winding paths that skirted the edges of towering cliffs. The Crystal Sea stretched endlessly, sparkling beneath the sun like a blanket of diamonds.
The countryside of Soravale moved something deep within me while we clopped across seastone bridges over deep gorges set between cliffs. The sun kissed our skin as it dipped lazily behind the horizon.
True to his word, Taelon pointed out monuments along the way and shared some of the history of Soravale. We passed a shrine made to a mighty warrior that had slain two dragons and saved a village from pirates. We rode by manicured gardens with shallow pools made by clever designs to catch the seaspray. They sparkled, reflecting the golden sunlight and the pastel clouds hovering above them.
Soravale was not a quiet kingdom. The Crystal Sea crashed against the base of the cliffs and sprayed water as high as the road we traveled. Sea birds cawed as they swooped low for their supper, only to return again with a mouthful of fish.
But soon I heard a roaring louder than all the other noise.
“What is that?” I asked Taelon.
I couldn’t see his face, but somehow I felt him smile. I could picture it tilting his full lips and hiding in the depths of his blue eyes. “I’ll show you,” he promised.
His heels pressed into Thief’s sides and the steed took off, his hooves clicking furiously on the smooth road. The cliffs became more treacherous. The surfaces of the bridges we crossed were slick with the ocean spray and if Thief accidentally tossed me over the side, it would be a very long time before I hit the bottom.
But then I saw it. Amenon. Or something very close to it.
Away from the sea, the cliffs fanned out to make an enormous circle of falls that glistened like crystals. The cliffs rose up to a peak, pointing toward the sky as if their chests could not help but puff up from their great beauty. They tipped proud faces toward the sun and boasted their splendor.
And all around, water poured from their mouths. It crashed toward the center with the violence of an army and the elegance of a swan.
“Taelon…” I whispered, half furious with him because he had not warned me that Soravale would steal my heart.
Thief came to a stop and I dismounted. My feet landed on uneven, wet ground which caused me to nearly topple.
“Careful,” Taelon called after me. “The ground is slippery.”
“You should have told me,” I scolded him. “How could you have kept this a secret?”
I glanced back to find his answering smile. The heat of it warmed me to my bones and the look in his eyes was as startling as the majesty around me.
“I wanted your awe,” he admitted.
“You have it.” I turned back to the view and soaked in every detail, every dip in the cliff surface and every tumble of water as it cascaded down the sides. A hundred rainbows crisscrossed through the water, tangling together in brilliant light and color.
I felt drops on my face and the dampness of my clothes, but it only added to the allure of this spectacular place.
“What do you call it?” I asked him.
“The Fall of Kings,” he replied.
“The Fall of Kings?”
“For those who have not been careful,” he explained. “And because there is a fall for each of the nine kingdoms. The one we're standing nearest to is Elysia. It is the tallest. The one to the right, equal in width, is Soravale of course. And so on, around the pool they go.”
I started to walk toward the edge. I had to see over the side.
“Tessa,” Taelon warned. “I just found you. I am in no hurry to lose you again.”
I laughed. He had no idea. I felt the same way. I was lost for the last eight years, but now I had been found.
The path in front of me had been made clear and I could do nothing but run toward it. I had not once dreamed of being Queen of Elysia. And yet, now, what else could I do?
My elegant boots from the Soravale shoemaker slipped and slid over the precarious terrain, but I stayed on course until I stood at the cliff’s edge.
