From the Earth to the Shadows

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  This book is dedicated to my cat, Squeak—for without her insistence on sleeping on my keyboard while I worked I would’ve written this book twice as fast, but it would’ve been half as much fun.

  Kurnugia: noun / / from Sumerian, literally “earth of no return,” referring to the underworld where immortals exist after death.

  THE VALKYRIE PROCLAMATION

  Baldur, the Prince of Men, My Shining Son—

  The unrest in Vanaheimr 1 has grown tenfold since last we spoke. Much has been made of the recent bloodshed between humans, led into battle 2 against each other by the Great Bull 3 against the Assaku. Thousands of lives have been lost—innocent babes ripped from their mothers’ breasts and slaughtered in the name of immortals who care so little for those that follow them.

  It has been many long days since I created the Valkyries, and aided by your Mother’s 4 gift of Sight, 5 the earth seemed as if it had been eased into an order; a wary but stable peace among men and the immortals that live beside them.

  But now it seems that all my effort has been in vain, since the humans have proved all too willing to follow any god 6 that asks them to. Many of my fellow Vanir gods have become fearful that our laws favor the mortals too much.

  Are they correct? Am I too blind and stubborn to see? Tell me, my dear son, what do you make of the rules?

  The laws that govern the land are simple but clear: 7

  — All immortals of enough reverence and age to be given the title of Vanir gods are allowed access into Vanaheimr.

  — All other immortals are allowed to walk the earth until their time has come.

  — Their time is to be decided by the Vanir gods and the Eralim, and the Eralim will pass the orders down to the Valkyries.

  — The Valkyries are endowed with specific gifts granted by the gods, but they must only use them as directed by the Eralim. They are to end the immortals’ life on earth since time itself cannot.

  — The Valkyries are mortals, so they live and die as humans do.

  — Once an immortal’s time has been decided, they are sent to Kurnugia, where they will stay until they cease to exist.

  — Once mortals die, they are put in the earth, from which they will never rise again.

  — The dead must remain dead, and the Vanir gods must remain in Vanaheimr.

  I know my beloved Frigg can see far into the future, long past the time when even she and I are both gone, but she cannot tell me what to do or what is to become of the earth if this continues. Many of the Vanir gods believe it is time to let the humans go. They may be but frail and mortal, but they more than make up for these deficits in numbers and determination; why, a man spawned over a dozen children in a single year’s time, while your mother has only borne one in the past three centuries.

  Their rapid procreation and zealous allegiance have become a matter of grave concern here in Vanaheimr. Hades,8 in particular, seems to fear the humans banding together, but he is not the only one to propose that we do away with Valkyries and let mankind fall into extinction, the way the kirin and the dinosaurs9 have. The rallying cry against mortals has begun, and I fear that soon it will be deafening.

  I have come up with a plan, one that I am certain you won’t approve of. All the years you’ve walked the earth have given you a profound love for the humans and all living creatures. Your kindness and love are what I am most proud to see that your mother has passed on to you. Of the many gifts she has, those are her most wonderful.

  But this latest attack, with Gugalanna leading so many humans to their deaths, has led me to one conclusion: we must create an indisputable way to stop any man or god in their tracks. With the help of the other gods, I have nearly completed a most perfect weapon (if a weapon can be referred to as perfection). With one prick, it snuffs the light from any living thing, and there is no life beyond it—no respite in Vanaheimr or Kurnugia.

  My dear, sweet son, I know you will not approve. But it is my hope that the mere existence of such a weapon will be enough to hold them in place. These young gods have no fear of us, the elders watching it all from above. Without fear, we cannot control them, and to allow humans and immortals to collude together, running all over this earth, can only lead to more death and destruction.

  Worse still, I worry that Vanaheimr would not be far behind, if both the earth and Kurnugia were to fall.

  I am doing what I feel that I must to do. The only thing I can do to protect you, your mother, all the gods, and even the humans from themselves. I hope that you understand, and if you do not, I hope that you can forgive me.

  Your father,

  Odin

  —ODIN, THE VANIR GOD, IN A LETTER TO HIS SON, WHICH WOULD BECOME KNOWN AS THE VALKYRIE PROCLAMATION, WRITTEN CIRCA 3750 BCE

  NOTE ON LETTER

  This letter has been modified for clarity and translated from the Olde Language of the gods into English. The letterpress edition of The Proclamations of the Gods, edited by Professor Cashel Wu, is available through the Evig Riksdag and Ravenswood Academy. Copyright © 2133 by Riksdag/Ravenswood Press. All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America.

  Because I could not stop for Death—

  He kindly stopped for me—

  The Carriage held but just Ourselves—

  And Immortality.

  —EMILY DICKINSON

  ONE

  The air that fogged around me was thick enough that I could taste it—earthy and wet, with a trace of salt. It stuck to my skin, which was already slick with sweat, and that only seemed to attract more insects. They buzzed around me, leaving burning little bites in my flesh. I wanted to swat them off, but I couldn’t. I had to stay perfectly still, or the Kalanoro would spot me too soon.

  The oversaturation of green in the jungles of Panama had been a strange adjustment from the smog and bright lights of the city. Out here, it was an endless emerald sea: the plants and trees, the rivers, were all varying shades of green—even the sky was blotted out by a thick canopy of leaves.

  This wasn’t where I wanted to be, crouched motionless in the mud with a giant millipede crawling over my foot. Not when Asher was still gone, held captive in Kurnugia by the underworld goddess Ereshkigal and her mad centaur boyfriend, Gugalanna. Not when the fate of the world felt heavy on my shoulders, with Ereshkigal attempting an uprising that would unleash the underworld on earth.

  It had only been three days since I’d gone to the Gates of Kurnugia, along with Oona, Quinn, Asher, and Atlas to aid me. I’d wanted to avenge my mother—and I had killed the draugr that had killed her—but all of that may have set off a chain of events that would bring about the end of days.

  And I had lost the guy I … well, not loved. Not yet. But I cared about him. All I wanted to do was rescue him. But I couldn’t. There was too much at stake. I couldn’t let my heart get the best of me. I had to hold it together, and follow my order
s.

  After Gugalanna had pulled Asher down into the underworld where I could not follow, the rest of us had gone to Caana City in Belize. It was the safest city near the Gates of Kurnugia, and Oona needed medical intervention to survive. She was on the mend now, and that’s why I had left her behind, with Quinn and Atlas.

  I didn’t want to risk losing them the way I had Asher, and I was on a special assignment, coming directly from the Valkyries’ highest authority—Odin.

  Odin had found me outside of the hospital where Oona was being treated. I had never met him before, and, like most of the Vanir gods, he changed his appearance to suit his needs, so I hadn’t recognized him.

  He towered over me in his tailored suit, with his left eyelid withered shut. He had a deep rumble of a voice, with a softly lilting accent, and a grim expression. His large raven, Muninn, had been watching over me, but when I tried to press him for a reason why, he had told me that there wasn’t time to explain.

  “I need you to go deep into the heart of the jungle, where no man dares to live,” Odin explained, as we had stood in the eerily silent parking lot in Caana City. “You must retrieve something for me.”

  “Why can’t you retrieve it yourself?” I asked bluntly. I wasn’t being rude, but the reality was that Odin was a powerful god, and I was just a young mortal Valkyrie-in-training. He had far more knowledge and power than I could ever hope to have.

  “I’m not allowed to meddle in the affairs of humans or any of the other earthly beings,” Odin clarified.

  “But…” I trailed off, gathering the courage to ask, “What is this you’re doing now, then? Isn’t directing me to get something for you the same as meddling?”

  A sly smile played on his lips, and he replied, “There are a few loopholes, and I think it’s best if I take advantage of one now. If you want to save your friend, and everyone else that matters to you, you need to act quickly.”

  “What is it that you need me to get?” I asked, since I didn’t seem to have a choice.

  “The Valhallan cloak,” he explained. “It was stolen centuries ago by a trickster god—I honestly can’t remember which one anymore—and he hid it with the Kalanoro of Panama.”

  “The Kalanoro?” I groaned reflexively. Having dealt with them before, I already knew how horrible they were.

  If piranhas lived on land, they would behave a lot like the Kalanoro. They were small primate-like creatures, standing no more than two feet tall, and they vaguely resembled the aye-aye lemur. The biggest differences were that the Kalanoro were tailless, since they lived mostly on the ground, and they had razor-sharp claws on their elongated fingers and a mouth of jagged teeth they used to tear apart the flesh of their prey.

  “What is the Valhallan cloak, and how will I find it?” I asked Odin.

  “You’ll know when you see it. It’s an oversized cloak, but the fabric looks like the heavens. The rumors are that the Kalanoro were attracted to the magic of the cloak, though they didn’t understand it, so they took it back to their cave,” Odin elaborated. “They apparently have been guarding it like a treasure.”

  “So I have to go into the treacherous jungle, find the man-eating Kalanoro, and steal their favorite possession?” I asked dryly. “No problem.”

  Which was how I ended up in the jungle, alone, in the heart of Kalanoro country—at least, that’s what the nearest locals had purported. In front of me, on the other side of a very shallow but rapidly moving stream, was the mouth of a cave. The cave I hoped was the home of the Kalanoro, but I was waiting to see one for official confirmation.

  Sweat slid down my temples, and a large dragonfly flew overhead. The trees around me were a cacophony of sounds—monkeys and frogs and birds and insects of all kinds, talking to one another, warning of danger, and shouting out mating calls.

  Back in the city, beings and creatures of all kinds lived among each other, but there were rules. The jungle was not bound by any laws. I was not welcome, and I was not safe here.

  I heard the crunch of a branch—too loud and too close to be another insect. I turned my head slowly toward the sound, and I saw movement in the bushes right beside me. Tall dark quills, poking out above the leaves, and I tried to remember if the Kalanoro had any quill-like fur.

  I didn’t have to wonder for very long because a head poked out of the bushes, appearing to grin at me through a mouthful of jagged fangs and a face like an alien hyena. The leathery green skin, mottled with darker speckles, blended in perfectly with the surroundings, with a mohawk-like row of sharp quills running down its back.

  It wasn’t a Kalanoro—it was something much worse. I found myself face-to-face with a Chupacabra.

  TWO

  The Chupacabra—much like dolphins, dogs, and quokkas—had the uncanny ability to appear to be smiling. Unlike those contemporaries, there was nothing adorable or friendly about this Chupacabra’s smile. It was all serrated teeth, with bits of rotten meat stuck between them, and a black tongue lolling around his mouth.

  “You don’t want do this,” I told the beast softly, even though he probably didn’t understand English.

  I kept my gaze locked on the Chupacabra, but my hand was at my hip, slowly unsheathing my sword Sigrún. The name came from my ancestors, as had the blade itself. It had been passed down from Valkyrie to daughter for centuries.

  Sigrún was a thick blade made of dark purple crystal, so dark it appeared black, but it would glow bright brilliant purple when I was working. It was short and angled, like it had been broken off in battle. Maybe it had—the full history of my blade was unknown to me.

  But the handle was a black utilitarian replacement. It had been my mother’s gift to me on my eighteenth birthday. Her final gift to me, well over a year ago.

  The Chupacabra stared at me with oversized teardrop-shaped eyes and took a step closer to me, letting out a soft rumble of a growl.

  Valkyries weren’t supposed to kill anyone or anything they were not specifically ordered to kill. The one exception was self-defense. Since I was on an unsanctioned mission into territory I had no business being in, this would all get very messy if I had to kill a Chupacabra.

  But the hard truth was that I was beyond worrying about my career as a Valkyrie. I would do whatever I needed to do.

  When the Chupacabra lunged at me, I drew my sword without hesitation. Since this wasn’t an official “job,” my blade didn’t glow purple, but it sliced through the leathery hide as easily as I knew it would.

  I didn’t want to kill the creature if I didn’t have to—after all, he was merely going about his life in the jungle. So my first blow was only a warning that left him with a painful but shallow cut across his shoulder.

  He let out an enraged howl, causing birds to take flight and all sorts of smaller animals to go rushing deeper into the underbrush. From the corner of my eye, I spotted several Kalanoro darting across the stream back toward their cave. They had been watching me.

  The Chupacabra had stepped back from me, but by the determined grin on his face I didn’t think he was ready to give up yet. He circled around me, and I turned with him, stepping carefully to keep from slipping in the mud.

  “This is stupid,” I said, reasoning with the animal. “We should both go our separate ways, and you can go back to eating … well, I think you mostly eat the Kalanoro and birds.”

  Apparently growing tired of my attempts at talking, the Chupacabra snarled and jumped at me again. I dodged out of the way, but he kicked off of the tree behind and instantly dove at me. I didn’t move quick enough this time, and he knocked me to the ground.

  Fortunately, I fell on my back, with one of his feet pinning me and his claws digging into my shoulder. I put one hand around his long, slender throat, barely managing to hold him back as he gnashed his teeth.

  With one of my arms pinned, he was too strong for me, and I wouldn’t be able to throw him off. As his thick saliva dripped down onto me, I knew there was only one thing I could do if I wanted to survive.

>   I drove my sword up through his breastbone, using all my might. He howled in pain, but only for a second, before falling silent and slumping forward onto me. I crawled out from underneath him, now covered in mud and his thick green blood, along with my own fresh red blood springing from the wounds on my bare arms and shoulder.

  In the mouth of the cave across from me, two dozen or so beady little green eyes glowed. The Kalanoro were crouched down, watching me. So much for the element of surprise.

  My hair had come free from the braid I’d been wearing, and it stuck to my forehead. I reached up to brush it back, and the Kalanoro let out a squawk of surprise, and one darted off into the woods.

  That’s when I realized the Kalanoro were afraid of me. I glanced over at the Chupacabra—the Kalanoro’s number-one predator, and I had left it dead and bleeding into the stream. They were right to fear me.

  I tested my new hypothesis and stepped closer to the mouth of the cave, and the Kalanoro screeched and scattered. Most of them ran into the woods, but a few went deeper into the cave. My fight with the Chupacabra had left them far more skittish than I had anticipated, and I doubted that I would need my sword for them, so I sheathed Sigrún.

  I unhooked my asp baton from my hip and pulled my flashlight out from my gear bag. I took a deep breath and walked toward the cave, hoping that this wasn’t a trap where they would all pounce and devour me the second I stepped inside.

  As I walked into the cave, I heard them chittering and scurrying, but it reminded me more of a rat infestation than man-eating primates. Once my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, I shone the flashlight around the narrow cavern. The beam of light flashed on a few pairs of eyes, but they quickly disappeared into the darkness.

  The entrance of the cave stood well over eight feet, but as I walked, the ceiling height dropped considerably. Very soon I had to crouch down to venture farther.