Kessy
Her eyes opened slowly, fluttering, unused to the dark. Where am I? What happened? Where is the sun?
“Are you okay?” She realized someone was addressing her, and she turned her head, focusing her gaze on the boy in front of her.
“Where am I?” she asked before her legs collapsed beneath her.
The boy lunged for her, unable to reach her in time. She hit the ground hard, the jolt somehow simultaneously waking her up and deadening her senses again. Blearily, she realized the boy was throwing himself down beside her, cradling her gently. “Hey, hey, you’re okay. I’ve got you—Sassa, down!”
Something wet and fuzzy shoved itself in her face, and she realized a dog was snuffling at her, presumably making sure she wasn’t a danger to the boy who had saved her. Then the dog licked her gently, and she smiled.
“Are you all right?” the boy asked. He had a nice face—square and angular with kind eyes. She couldn’t make out the color—she couldn’t make out much of anything in the dark. Was she in the Lower Court? How did she get here?
“I…I don’t know,” she murmured.
“Can you tell me your name?” His voice was gentle. Soothing. She found herself trusting him, even though she didn’t know if she should.
“Kassiopeia—I mean, Kessy,” she said.
The boy chuckled. “Which is it?”
“I go by Kessy.”
He helped her sit up a bit more. “Well, Kessy, my name is Kandor, and you’ve already met Sassa. She’s friendly, don’t worry.”
Kessy rubbed Sassa’s silky ears absently, trying to remember back. What happened before? She knew she came from the High Court, but to her horror, she couldn’t remember why—or how—she left.
Kandor must have noticed the fear in her eyes. “Hey, it’s okay. I’ll help you. You’re safe here.”
“I don’t think I’m supposed to be here,” Kessy said.
“How did you get here?”
“I don’t know.” Tears welled up in her eyes. “I don’t remember anything.” She pushed herself to her feet. “I have to get home!”
Kandor stood with her. “I’ll take you home, Kessy. Where…where is home?”
She looked up, searching futilely for a sun she knew wasn’t there. “I’m…from the High Court, Kandor. I don’t belong here.”
Kessy dared a look into Kandor’s eyes. He looked as surprised as she felt. “The High Court? You shouldn’t even be allowed to pass through the Medial Court to here.”
“I know.” A tear dripped off of her cheek, and Kandor must have been able to see it, because he rested his hand on her shoulder. “We’ll fix this, Kessy.”
She looked up at him gratefully. “How?”
He gave her a lopsided smile. “Not sure yet. I’ll figure something out; I always do. For now, why don’t you come home with me? Get something to eat, maybe sleep for a while. Tomorrow, I promise, I’ll help bring you home.”
Kessy hesitated. Every instinct she had told her not to follow a stranger in a strange land back to his house—not to eat his food or indulge in any kind of his hospitality. But Kandor seemed genuine. His hand on her shoulder was gentle and reassuring. And Sassa didn’t seem cautious with her at all.
She relented. “Okay…thank you…”
He winked at her. “Sure thing. Can you walk?”
Kessy gingerly took a step forward, then another. Pain shot up her legs, the spidery kind of discomfort one feels after sitting on their foot for too long. She took a deep breath and tried again. The pain flared sharply, then diminished. “Yes.”
“You sure?”
Kessy nodded. “Let’s just…go slow.”
Kandor clicked his tongue for Sassa, who had wandered off, sniffing along the leave-covered floor, no doubt looking for bugs to consume. “Come on, girl.” Sassa abandoned her hunt and padded faithfully back to Kandor, and he worried her head between his hands affectionately. “Keep your hand on Sassa’s head,” he told Kessy. “She’ll follow me.”
Kessy let her fingers rest on Sassa’s golden head, scratching the soft fur gently. Kandor turned, and Sassa followed her boy, guiding Kessy out of the dark forest and into the deepness of the night beyond.
Kandor, it turned out, lived in a small apartment on a university campus. “They pay for my housing while I’m a student here, because I care for my sister full-time,” he explained. “Sorry, it’s pretty tight.”
“I don’t mind.” Kessy craned her neck, studying the towering spiers above her. “How old is your sister?”
“She’s five,” Kandor said, and Kessy didn’t miss the love in his voice. “Our parents died when she was three, so it’s just the two of us.” He backtracked. “Well, that’s not entirely true. My best friend and his wife help a lot. They don’t technically live with us, but they might as well,” he added with a smirk.
“What’s her name? Your sister, I mean.”
“Amily.” He flashed her that crooked smile again. “And she’s a handful. Just letting you know. I’ll tell her to behave.”
“No, I don’t mind,” Kessy said, a smile turning up her lips again.
“All right, well, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Kandor knocked on the door, rapping a short beat that Kessy guessed was their special code. After a few minutes, the door unlocked and opened, and Amily stood there, frowning.
“You’re late.”
Kandor chuckled, scooping her up. “Sorry, Ami. I got a little distracted.”
Amily glanced over his shoulder. “Who is that?”
“Ah yes, the distraction in question. Amily, this is Kessy; Kessy, this is Amily. Say hi, Ami.”
“Hi,” Amily said, “Your hair is pretty.”
“Thank you,” Kessy said, blushing slightly. “So is yours.”
Amily had the wispy curls of a toddler just growing into childhood, the same brown as her brother. Her eyes, huge and luminous, almost perfectly matched Kandor’s, grey and sparkling. She bore a contented air about her, probably due to a life with nothing more than her brother’s love and a tiny suite to grow up in. She didn’t know how to want more.
“Where did you come from?” Amily asked, her face scrunched in confusion.
“Amily, you can’t just ask that,” Kandor scolded, but Kessy laughed.
“No, she’s fine. I came from the High Court.”
Amily’s already round eyes grew even rounder. “Really? Where the sunshine is?”
Kessy nodded, realizing just how much she took eternal daylight for granted.
“What does it look like?” Amily’s voice was soft. Full of wonder.
“Well…” How did one describe what they considered monotonous? Normal? “The colors are so bright, all the time. And it’s warm. The buildings sparkle. The water is so blue and so clear, you can see all of the fish swimming in it.”
Amily’s mouth was open. “Wow. I want to go—Kandor, can I go back with her? When she leaves?”
Kandor’s smile was sad. “I don’t think so, Ami girl. I’m sorry.”
“Why?”
“It’s not safe.”
Amily sighed, resting her head down on her brother’s shoulder. “You say that about everything.”
Kandor met Kessy’s gaze, and she could see how sad it made him to say no to his sister. “What’s the moon like, Amily?” Kessy asked, changing the subject, and Amily haltingly described a night with a full moon as Kandor led them all inside.
The suite was small but cozy, with a door off to the side that Kessy supposed was the bedroom. Kandor set Amily up on the counter and busied himself with getting them dinner.
“Can I help?” Kessy asked.
Kandor smirked at her. “Nope.”
She smiled back and leaned against the counter next to Amily, listening to the two of them chatter back and forth as Kandor prepped their meal.
“What did you do today, Amily?”
“Aunt Hadda came by today and made me lunch.”
“That’s Hadassy, my best friend Juna’s wife,” Kandor explained to Kessy.
“And she made me take a nap.” Amily wrinkled her nose. “Uncle Juna never makes me take a nap.”
“It’s good for you. Don’t touch this, it’s hot.” He moved a pan off of the stove.
“I’m too big for naps.” Amily stood up, wobbling slightly.
“No one is too big for naps.” Expertly, he set the pan down with one hand and pulled her back down to a seated position with the other. “Sit.”
Amily plopped back down dejectedly. “Are you?”
“Stars, no. I could take a nap right now if I tried.” He smiled at Kessy.
Remembering they had a guest, Amily turned to her. “How old are you? I’m five.”
Kessy ruffled her curls. “I’m eighteen.”
Amily thought for a moment. “Kandor is nineteen. Why are you down here instead of up where the sun is?”
Kessy hesitated. “I…don’t know.”
Kandor cut in here. “That’s what we’re going to find out. I…found her in the woods tonight.”
“Can you not remember?” Amily slowed down on the word remember, and Kessy guessed it was a word she was learning.
Kessy shook her head sadly. “No, I can’t.”
“Oh.” Amily scooted a bit closer. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. I’m…sure I will, eventually.”
Kandor helped his sister off of the counter. “Time to eat.”
Amily clamored up into her chair and watched Kandor ladle soup into her bowl. “Blow on it first,” Kandor instructed.
“Why?”
“Remember how you burned your tongue last week?”
“Oh, yes.” Amily blew loudly on her soup while Kandor served Kessy.
“Careful, it’s hot,” he said, almost as an afterthought. Kessy supposed he said that to Amily at nearly every meal. He probably didn’t even realize he said it.
“Thank you,” she said softly. Shyly. She felt her blush creep up again.
“Sure.” Kandor sat down and ladled soup into his own bowl, only to be interrupted by the door opening again. “Stars’ sakes, Juna.”
“Hi, all!” came a cheery voice, and then someone new strode into the room. He was tall, taller than Kandor, with light brown hair. He punched Kandor in the shoulder, dropped a kiss on Amily’s head, and paused when he saw Kessy. “Kandor, did you bring home a g—”
Kandor smacked him. “No, I did not. Kessy, this is Juna. Juna, shut up.” He was beet red.
“Hellewwww, Kessy,” Juna said, shaking her hand dramatically. “You should know that you are the first girl Kandor has ever brought home.”
“Juna was just leaving,” Kandor said tightly.
“Juna was not just leaving.” Juna pulled out a chair and sat beside Kessy. “Tell me everything about yourself, Kessy.”
“Juna,” Kandor warned, raising his voice in pleading emphasis on the last syllable. Amily giggled, reaching over to smack him too.
Juna clutched his heart. “Even Amily turns on me.”
Kessy smiled, watching them all interact. “It’s really not what you think,” she said.
Kandor jumped on this. “Hear that, Juna, you bonehead? It’s not what you think.”
“It never is, is it?” Juna propped his chin on his fists, looking at Kessy intently. “Well? Details.”
“I…wish I had details to give.” She really did. She liked Juna. “I’m from the High Court but I don’t know why I’m here.”
Juna sucked in a breath. “What?”
Kessy sighed, looking down at her bowl. “I’m just as confused as you are.”
Kandor kicked Juna underneath the table. “That’s all we know.” She saw him give Juna a pointed look, like Not in front of the child.
Juna paused, then cleared his throat. “Well then, Kessy from the High Court, let me be the first to say welcome to the void that is the Lower Court. I hope you enjoy your stay. Stars know the rest of us don’t.”