The Awakened: Book Three

Jason Tesar

Chapter 1

The intrusion came like a stab to the back of the head. Quick. Painful. Uninvited. The man sat upright in his chair, deeply troubled by the penetrating sensation that probed his mind. Troubled because he knew this feeling, though it had been many, many years since he’d experienced it last.

When the sensation passed, the feeling of alarm gave way to acceptance. The man slowly leaned back in his chair and drew in a deep breath. Then, methodically, he raised the lid of the humidor sitting atop his desk and retrieved a cigar. Trimming the end, he placed it into his mouth and struck a wooden match. The thick white smoke curled around his hand and rose lazily to the ceiling as he took steady draws to get it started. At once, his sense of smell was assaulted by the bold and earthen aroma.

one of life’s simple pleasures.

A knock sounded at the door.

«Come in,» he replied casually, glancing at the clock on the wall.

The door opened quickly to reveal a young man, in his early forties, dressed in a black suit and tie. His hair was cut short and he had a serious look on his face. Carefully closing the door, he walked briskly across the lavish expanse that separated them, his muscled frame appearing restricted in the expensive clothing.

«Sir, I’m sorry to interrupt you, but something has happened at our facility in Brazil. I have the security footage,» the man explained, gesturing to the wall of TV screens seamlessly tiled together.

«Play video,» the man behind the desk enunciated. Almost instantaneously, the voice recognition software processed the request and the wall of black glass opposite the desk came to life.

The footage displayed a massive circular room enclosed in safety glass. Around the perimeter were observation rooms filled with laboratory equipment and bustling with personnel. At the center of the room stood a stone dais that seemed to shimmer in the artificial light.

A time display in the lower right corner of the screen read 10:06:24.

A blue light began to emanate from the dais, coalescing into brilliant shafts that stabbed upward, radiating from the center. Then a shadow formed above the surface of the platform, a void that began to take on form and materialize into a dark object that reflected light. Floating above the dais, the object suddenly expanded and shot upward with incredible speed. And like the image burned into one’s retina after a lighting strike, the object was gone and only a vague impression of leathery wings was left in the minds of those watching. Suddenly, the glass enclosure shattered and the camera footage turned to snow.

A second later, the perspective changed to that of a camera sitting atop one of the buildings adjacent to the main structure, showing their compound and the surrounding jungle. At 10:06:54, the atrium roof exploded upward as an immense creature unfurled its angular wings and moved quickly out of the range of the camera’s vision. At 10:07:22, a column of water erupted from the building and shot skyward, like the trail of smoke left after a shuttle launch. Within seconds, the footage from the second camera was lost in the deluge.

The man behind the desk looked to his subordinate standing at the center of the room. «Check the topographical maps and find the lowest, narrowest section of the surrounding mountains. I want a blasting crew down there immediately to clear out the water. The whole facility needs to be operational as soon as possible; consider it your highest

«

The man behind the desk was interrupted by an audible alarm coming from his assistant’s touchscreen computer held at his side.

The younger man lifted the screen and touched the surface, wrinkling his eyebrows. «We have incoming aircraft. The perimeter has been breached and two of our surface-to-air systems have gone down. Wait

« the assistant trailed off as he touched the screen. «This can’t be right. It’s moving too fast for aircraft. …a cruise missile?» he mumbled to himself.

The older gentleman rose from his chair. «Turn off our defense systems and tell the men to stand down.»

«Sir?»

«It is no threat to us unless attacked. Do it immediately and lock the door on your way out.»

«Yes, Sir,» the young man replied, leaving obediently.

In the quiet aftermath, the older man walked carefully to the southern side of the room where two large wooden doors opened expectantly, triggered by motion detectors. Moving onto the balcony, he leaned on the stone railing, drew a deep puff from his cigar, and waited patiently.

Across the lush jungle, a dark object appeared on the horizon, somewhat obscured by the mist rising into the humid air from the protective canopy of foliage below. The object appeared to grow exponentially as it neared. And as expected, the penetrating sensation returned to his mind, only duller this time.

Across the treetops, the foliage parted in a wake behind the creature as it moved with blinding speed, coming straight for the man on the balcony. At the last second before impact, its wings shot outward, sending forth a torrent of air as it came to a perfect hover.

The man on the balcony simply shut his eyes as dust pelted his skin. When the air was still, he opened his eyes and lazily brushed the dirt from the lapel of his silk suit. He looked down to the cold cigar in his hand and disappointedly threw it over the railing as the ten-foot creature came to a landing on the balcony thirty feet away.

The man didn’t bother to stifle the laughter that came from his throat. «Rameel, you are still just as subtle as you always were. Your

chosen form

is comical, but it suits you.»

«And your chosen form is beneath you, Armaros» the creature growled back, not out of anger, but simply because the arrangement of its vocal chords demanded such a sound.

Armaros stepped forward confidently. «I assume you have a good excuse for breaking the oath?» All the humor was gone from his voice now.

Rameel took a step backward and allowed his massive wings to drape around him like a cloak. «It was Sariel. He betrayed me

he betrayed us all.»

Armaros narrowed his eyes and inspected his ancient ally, his glistening black skin stretched over a powerfully muscled frame. He looked like a something from a child’s nightmare. Of course, that was the idea. But far more abnormal than the creature’s appearance was the lack of something in particular.

«Where is your key?» Armaros demanded.

Rameel cocked his ghoulish head to one side.

«I see. So your coming here was not intended and you want my help to get back?» Though phrased as a question, it left no room for discussion.

«Yes,» Rameel admitted simply.

Armaros nodded, then looked out across the jungle. «And what about your progress? Has this

incident

affected your efforts?»

Rameel growled low in his throat and bared his teeth. «Sariel trapped me inside the portal! Without my key I couldn’t complete the journey. He has set me back thousands of years.»

Armaros spun around and stalked toward the creature with indignation. «You mean to tell me that you’ve accomplished nothing in all this time?» he shouted.

«Lower you voice Armaros,» Rameel commanded, expanding his wings to emphasize his equality. «I have accomplished much, given my situation. Even now I have hordes of loyal followers waiting to do my bidding. It’s in the best of all our interests for you to help me get back. I will kill Sariel and move ahead with preparations. And the next time you see me will be as we all planned.»

«Very well,» Armaros conceded. «I’ll help you, though it may take some time.»

Chapter 2

Maeryn sat in silence as the boat neared the shoreline. A simple dock extended from the rocks and angled to the right. Small waves produced a rhythmic rocking of the ship that Maeryn always found soothing. A slight lurch, as the boat made contact with the dock, was immediately followed by a flurry of activity from the crew. A plank was lowered from the rail of the ship to the deck and Maeryn rose to her feet following the example of her guide. Actually, guide isn’t the proper term. The dark haired young man would likely be offended if she vocalized her thoughts. He was second in command of the Resistance, just under Magnus. But today, that would change.

Maeryn could hardly contain her excitement and, at the same time, fought back a sense of anxiety about the events to come. Taking a deep breath, she tried her best to clear her mind of emotions and concentrate on the task at hand. After all, she only had one chance to soak up as much instruction as possible.

Maeryn followed Coen off the ship and up the stone steps leading to the sprawling residence above. She had met Coen once before, she recalled. During her first arrival in Orud, he had been the one to show her around the underground passages beneath the temple. He had been a fine host, just the same as this day. Only now, the dynamic of their relationship had changed.

At the top of the steps, the ocean breeze blew freely across the land. It was a bright and clear morning and when Maeryn turned around, she thought the eastern shore of Orud could just be seen low on the horizon across the bay.

«This way,» Coen said softly.

She followed him through the arched entrance gate and into the courtyard, which contained a fountain, but lacked vegetation.

Hmm, I’ll have to change that.

Across the courtyard were two large wooden doors that came together to form a massive arch. Only now, they were standing open. Coen walked quickly inside and turned to the right, following a long curving hallway with windows to the right and doors to the left. After they had walked roughly half the length of this wing, the hallway opened into a small, interior courtyard, with several tables flanked by comfortable looking chairs. In this room, potted plants adorned either side of the columns that held up the raised timber ceiling.

Interesting. It definitely has a woman’s touch.

Coen turned to the left and continued his brisk pace as Maeryn tried to keep up and take in everything that she could. Leaving the sitting area, they entered another short hallway that ended at a closed door. Coen stopped briefly to slide the latch and push open the doors.

At the rear of the house, the land dropped away gradually so that Maeryn could see for miles. The view was breathtaking. Long grasses swayed in the wind like ripples on the ocean, the view broken only by a few clusters of trees and grazing horses. Fifty yards from the main building, sat a guest house, which Maeryn guessed was their destination. It took only a few minutes to walk along the stone path and reach the small building.

«So this is it,» Maeryn said aloud.

«You sound as if you’re unimpressed,» Coen said over his shoulder without stopping.

«Oh no,» Maeryn corrected. «I was just thinking out loud. I still can’t believe I’m here.»

Coen turned back and smiled, then proceeded through the doorway. Inside was a circular room with doors leading to what Maeryn presumed were the kitchen, the bedroom, and the bath. It appeared to be a typical guest house until Coen lifted a tapestry along the south wall revealing a hidden door. He quickly produced a key that Maeryn hadn’t noticed him holding earlier, and pushed it into the lock. A sharp twist produced a muffled click and the door swung inward to reveal the top few steps of a spiral staircase. Coen stepped inside and held the tapestry back so that she could follow.

Maeryn stepped over the threshold and, for an awkward moment, stood nose to nose with Coen. He let go the tapestry and the staircase became pitch dark.

«Watch your step,» Coen said softly, his receding voice echoing slightly off the stone.

Maeryn picked her steps carefully in the darkness. As she rounded the bend, a flickering light could be seen reflecting off the walls. When she reached the landing at the bottom of the stairs, she breathed in a breath of surprise.

«And now you’re impressed,» Coen stated, matter-of-factly.

«Yes,» Maeryn answered slowly. It took a moment for her to comprehend what she was looking at. The center of the enormous room was raised by a few feet. On this platform was a miniature world, or an Empire, to be exact. The terrain rose and fell to form mountains, valleys, and rivers. Scattered across the landscape were tiny figurines of various designs, some with flags. At first glance it appeared random, but upon closer inspection Maeryn understood exactly what it meant.

«This is the whole Empire, isn’t it?» she asked.

«Indeed,» Coen answered confidently.

Maeryn walked around to where Coen was standing. She pointed at the model. «This is the city of Orlek in the northeast. The red figures represent Orud armies, and the flags denote which army.»

«That’s right,» Coen replied, clearly impressed with Maeryn’s quick mind. «The major cities such as Orlek, Orud, Bastul, Leoran, and others also have more detailed models. See,» he said, pointing across the room. The two walked back around to the south where several other platforms had been constructed, each containing a larger scale model of the major cities within the Empire.

Maeryn gazed back over the enormity of the Empire and suddenly came to a realization. «The size of each figure represents a certain number of soldiers within that army.»

«

and navy,» Coen corrected, pointing to the ships standing along the flat outer edge of the model.»

«And the green figures are

«

«The Resistance,» Coen finished her thought.

«I had no idea

« she trailed off. Walking closer to the board, Maeryn noted that there were almost as many green markers as red. She continued, «

that the Resistance was so extensive.»

Coen smiled, enjoying the moment. «To be fair, only a small portion of the Resistance are trained soldiers,» he replied, fingering a flag with a sword shape embroidered on the fabric. «So in terms of military might, we still don’t compete. But we have many supporters among the slave class which makes up a majority of the total population.»

«

former slave class,» Maeryn countered.

«

of course,» Coen agreed. «And as you have experienced first-hand, even one person can make an enormous difference.»

Maeryn nodded, looking at the southern-most point of the EmpireBastul.

«Come,» Coen continued. «We have much more to discuss.»

Maeryn followed him through an arched tunnel in the north wall to another room, much smaller than the first. This one was cluttered with shelves, stuffed with scrolls and books of all kinds. Along the left wall of the room were maps of the sort that Maeryn was used to seeing during her time in Bastul. And at the center of this display, was a writing desk illuminated by several candles that were nearly spent. At the table, a thin man lifted his head and peered at his guests with sparkling eyes. He was a good deal older than Maeryn. Although he had the look of someone who never made it outside, his skin was tanned and wrinkled nonetheless.

«This is Noster,» Coen said, leading her over to the man. «He is our

librarian, I suppose.»

«

pleasure,» he mumbled, extending his hand to Maeryn.

She grasped it firmly and shook it, looking him in the eyes.

«Noster will prove to be a valuable resource to you in your daily responsibilities. Each morning, the reports will come in by boat from various places throughout the Empire. He will analyze the reports and update the models in the other room based on the new information. He will then document the movements of troops and supplies in writing as a summarization. You will be responsible to approve the summary and deliver it to your

superior, as often as once a day when he is available.»

At Coen’s stumbling, she realized that Noster didn’t know the identity of the Resistance leader. Such a precaution made much sense considering the criminal nature of what they were doing. In fact, she wouldn’t be surprised if every member of the Resistance was only trusted with the identity of their immediate superior.

Coen led her out and back to the room of models. «In addition, you will receive orders from your superior and relay them to Noster who will draft them for your approval. These will then be given to the same individuals who bring the reports every morning. On some occasions, you will be issuing these orders yourself. You must remember that the continuous circulation of information is critical to the success of the Resistance. It can be a tiring responsibility, but fulfilling as well.»

«Where will you go?» she asked.

«I am needed elsewhere,» Coen replied evasively. «Though we have achieved our primary goal of freeing the slaves, there is much, yet, to be done. The beliefs and behavior of citizens cannot be changed overnight. The Empire still needs its share of prodding in order to change the culture of laziness that has plagued our once-great country. And this command center is the key to it all. There was simply no other way to keep track of all the information and movements. And now it is in your hands.» As if to make his statement literal, he placed the key to the command center into her hand.

Maeryn could tell that Coen didn’t think she was up to the task that Magnus had given her, but she didn’t care. «And what of the rest of this place?»

«I must be leaving as soon as possible, but I’ll have one of the servants show you around the rest of the property. Ah yes

before I go, I was told you were asking about the guest rooms.»

«Yes,» Maeryn answered cautiously.

«The north wing of the house should have plenty of room. But you must remember that the servants and stable hands know nothing of what happens here. It would be an unnecessary risk to their lives and your own, should they ever understand what you are doing. I advise strongly that you keep your guests out of these affairs

for everyone’s safety.»

«Of course,» Maeryn replied.

«Well, do you have any questions before I depart?»

Maeryn thought carefully, but felt that she understood exactly what needed to be done. «No,» she replied simply.

«Then I bid you farewell

and congratulations,» Coen added with a smile.

Kael slowly became aware that there was fluid in his lungs. It was his first conscious thought. The strange part was that he couldn’t cough to clear his lungs. He wondered if he had been sleeping. He didn’t remember dreaming. He tried to move but it was as if he didn’t have a body, only a consciousness. Then, a crack of intense light cut through the darkness. At first it was startling, but he realized that he was controlling it. His eyelids were opening.

So I do have a body.

The intensity of the light faded somewhat and turned into blurred colors. It occurred to him that he should be seeing something, and yet his eyes weren’t functioning properly. He couldn’t feel his body and could only barely control his eyelids. He wondered if his limbs were missing, but he couldn’t lift his head to check.

His vision gradually clarified enough that he could make out a rough timber ceiling. But there was nothing notable within his field of view that gave him any clue where he was. Then, a muffled sound caused him to realize that his ears weren’t working correctly either. More muffled sounds echoed through his head at different pitches until a familiar face came into view.

Saba looked down with bright, caring eyes. Kael watched him put a hand against his forehead, but he couldn’t feel it. Saba blocked the light with one of his hands, then pulled it away, wrinkling his eyebrow in a look of concern. Kael suddenly felt an ache behind his eyes and closed them, feeling like he needed sleep. He realized there was one consolation about his predicament. If he was severely injured, he felt no pain.

At least I can sleep.

The next time Kael opened his eyes, things were different. His vision was clear, but his head was pounding with each pulse of his heartbeat, bringing a new wave of pain each time. He could also hear clearly enough to know that there were two people in the room. He grunted, and surprised himself.

Saba appeared within seconds, placing his hand on Kael’s forehead. The hand felt cold, which Kael guessed meant that his head was hot with fever.

«Can you hear me?» Saba asked carefully.

Kael tried to answer, but it only came out as a weak grunt.

«Do you know who I am?»

Again, Kael grunted.

«Good,» Saba replied with relief. «Can you move?»

Kael grunted twice and Saba seemed to understand.

Saba turned his face away and spoke to someone else who Kael couldn’t see. «His comprehension is good, but it looks like he’s paralyzed.» He turned back to Kael. «Are you hungry?»

Kael grunted twice, indicating that he was not. The pounding in his head was all he could feel. Perhaps he was hungry but he just couldn’t feel it.

«Kael, do you remember going to the palace?» Saba asked, trying to hone in on the nature of his injury.

Kael grunted once, his throat now feeling raw. At least he could feel his throat, which was progress.

«Do you remember fighting Magnus Calidon?»

Kael thought about the question and didn’t remember anything after his confrontation with Horace. He grunted twice.

Saba turned away again. «It appears that he lost consciousness almost immediately during the attack. Kael, I would like to tell you what happened. Can you listen to the story?»

Kael grunted once, suddenly very interested to know how he came to be paralyzed.

«Just let me know when you’ve had enough and you want to sleep,» Saba cautioned, not wanting to push Kael too far.

Kael grunted once.

«Okay. This is one of my homes,» he started, sweeping a hand through the air. «We’re in the mountains north of Orud. We’re far enough away to keep you safe. You’ve been unconscious for about three months now. When you went to the palace, Ajani and I followed you, though by a different route. When we caught up with you, the Emperor was also there, and you were under attack.» Saba spoke carefully, trying to use simple words and explanations.

«Ajani got him with a spear, drawing the attack away from you. He saved your life.» Saba’s voice fell to just above a whisper. «I’m sorry, but he didn’t make it out alive. He gave his life in place of yours.» Saba waited for the words to sink in.

Kael breathed in a deep breath. His heart plummeted at the thought of Ajani’s sacrifice. His whole life had been pain and suffering, serving cruel masters. And when he finally had his freedom, he gave away his life to save Kael. It doesn’t seem fair. And suddenly he felt ashamed and unworthy. His eyes began to well with tears.

Saba waited patiently until Kael was able to listen again. «Magnus was injured in the process, and Dacien and I fled, carrying you out of the palace.»

Saba looked away again to the other person in the room, which Kael now realized was Dacien. A strange look washed over Saba’s face and when it passed, he continued.

«Unfortunately, Magnus recovered quickly. And during the past few months, he’s been very busy making changes throughout the Empire. I travel back to Orud occasionally for supplies and to hear the rumors. Through his own sources, Dacien has been able to confirm much of what I hear. As far as we can tell, he’s expanding the Empire’s authority as well as his own. And it’s causing quite an uproar among the citizens. He freed the entire slave population under the condition that they serve in his army. He’s convinced the High Council that it’s necessary to bring stability to the Empire through military might. I’ve also heard that he has promised the slaves ownership of the northeastern wastelands if they can push back the Korgs and conquer their land. The Council likes this idea because it means that the Empire won’t lose its labor force. The slaves all have practical skills, such as farming, which they’re likely to continue when they own their own land. So, Orud will still reap the rewards of their labor, but the slaves will feel as though they’ve been given a great blessing.»

Kael closed his eyes for a moment, carefully considering Saba’s words.

«As we speak, the slaves are being trained as soldiers and shipped to Suppard. Then they travel by land to Orlek where they are assigned to various places along the wall.»

Kael wanted to scream. He wanted to get up from his bed and do something about this. As he lay paralyzed, Magnus was making great strides to solidify his grip on the most powerful nation in the known world. But his head began to swim and he had to close his eyes to keep from losing consciousness.

«I’m sorry; I’ve pushed you too far.» Saba rested his hand on Kael’s forehead. «Sleep now

there will time to talk more about this later.

But Kael didn’t want to wait until later. Later might be too late. When he opened his eyes again, Dacien was standing above him. His eyes were red with tears and he looked much thinner that Kael remembered.

«Kael. I’m sorry for betraying you. I was deceived by the Emperor. He had me convinced that you were the assassin that killed the former Emperor. I shouldn’t have listened to him; I should have trusted you. You told me everything and it turned out to be true. I hope you will be able to forgive me someday. I’ll never make the same mistake again

I promise.»

Chapter 3

The Palace grounds stretched out before Maeryn, orderly and well kept. Living columns of majestic cedar trees lined the stone walkways which cut across the lush green lawn in wide swaths, like spokes from the hub of a wheel. All paths led inward to the Palace, like a miniature example of the city itself.

The moment the thought came to her mind, Maeryn was reminded of detailed maps and models of the Empire that were now her tools to manage the Resistance. Her heart began to beat faster in her chest as she thought of the double life she now led. The armed guards now escorting her into the Palace would turn on her in an instant if they had any idea who she really was. Fortunately, Magnus found a plausible cover to explain her regular presence.

Once inside, the soldiers led her through a maze of hallways and stairwells, stopping at the door to a meeting room. Maeryn walked inside as the soldiers closed the door behind her. It was a different room than the usual meeting place, but much more desirable. This room had a wide balcony at the back that overlooked the Palace courtyard to the south. The midmorning sun cast long shadows across the courtyard and reminded Maeryn of her balcony in Bastul.

A sudden pang of memory tugged at her heart, but she buried it immediately as Magnus rose from his chair and turned to face her.

«

enjoying the view?» she asked playfully.

«What news do you bring?» he asked, ignoring her question.

Maeryn knew instantly that something was bothering him. Normally, he might have made some comment regarding her beauty as the view he was enjoying. But he passed on the opportunity, clearly distracted by some other thoughts. Or, perhaps I’m getting old and he doesn’t find me beautiful any longer.

Instead, she pulled a piece of parchment out from under her cloak and handed it to him.

Magnus accepted the report and turned it over in his hands, reading it as he took his seat. He mumbled a few times to himself, but read on as Maeryn waited patiently. By the time he was finished, he was nodding his approval. «This is good,» he said aloud, though to whom Maeryn wasn’t sure.

«Do you have any instructions?» she asked plainly.

Magnus looked back to the paper, then to Maeryn again. «What do think should be done?» he asked.

«Well, most of our attention is focused on the northeast. Perhaps it would be wise to begin rebuilding in the west while the Empire’s infrastructure is weak.»

«Yes,» Magnus replied with a distant look in his eyes. «That sounds good.»

«What’s wrong with you?» Maeryn blurted out, louder than she intended.

Magnus turned his head and looked at her, shocked by her tone and volume. «Watch your tongue woman,» he snapped back with a commanding voice.

Maeryn shrunk in her chair, feeling like she had stepped over an imaginary line. He had never talked to her that way, but then again, she hadn’t ever spoken to him in this way, either. «I’m sorry. It’s just that you seem

distracted.»

His cold look softened a little. «I have many things on my mind. And the Resistance is in good hands.»

«Is that all?» Maeryn probed, wondering if her refusal to marry him was having more of an effect lately. Or maybe it was his injury, though she noted that he was no longer moving slowly.

Magnus turned back to look out on the courtyard. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke again. «I will be going away soon.»

«When?» Maeryn asked, after he failed to explain.

«

nine days. The strength of the Syvaku attack surprised many on the Council. They don’t understand how deep the grievances run in their blood. And it is now clear that we would be at a great disadvantage in a naval battle. I’m leaving to establish a peace treaty with them. We need their naval skills, both in battle as well as ship construction. And we can’t afford another enemy. We must be able to concentrate our efforts on the Korgs in the east.»

Maeryn didn’t know what to say.

«You may suspend any reports until I return.»

Maeryn wasn’t concerned about the reports. It would be the longest they’ve been apart since they met. But Magnus was apparently not thinking about that. Perhaps you could find a whore along the way, she thought angrily. That’s what you really want anyway! «Are we finished?» she said, instead, rising to her feet.

Magnus looked back to her without answering, oblivious to what could have upset her.

Maeryn turned and walked to the door, not waiting for a reply.

The ride back through the city was lonely. Maeryn stared out of the window of the carriage, mindlessly watching the citizens pass by on the street, but not really seeing anything. She was lost in her thoughts. Magnus had been so intent on wooing her initially. And even when she told him that she didn’t need another man, he seemed content enough. But lately, he was becoming more and more preoccupied. She knew he had many more responsibilities than ever before, but something had drastically changed in the past few months and it was bothering her, as well.

The carriage came to a stop at the docks. Maeryn rose to her feet and stepped out when her driver opened the door. Before her foot touched the pavestone, she knew something was wrong. One of her guards, dressed in plain clothes so as not to attract attention, stood waiting for her.

«What is it?» she whispered quickly.

«We received a message through the proper channels that someone was trying to contact you. He said he was a friend and that he would be waiting at the meeting place nearby.»

Maeryn raised her eyebrows. She didn’t have any friends; she only had Aelia and Magnus, and not even him anymore, it seemed. Any other acquaintance of hers would be strictly business and not considered a friend.

«I hope you don’t mind, but I took the liberty of checking into the matter. He is, indeed, waiting for you as we speak.

under very close supervision,» the man added.

Maeryn smiled. «Take me at once and keep your eyes alert for any traps.»

«As you wish,» replied the guard, walking to the door of the carriage.

Maeryn took the man’s hand and stepped back inside. After a brief pause, the carriage lurched into motion and Maeryn’s mind began to race with thoughts, her disappointment with her previous meeting all but forgotten.

The carriage ride took only a half hour, stopping at a park near the canal that separated the northern half of the city from the southern half. Again, Maeryn stepped out and her guard was waiting to escort her.

«Where is he?» she asked, her curiosity and sense of danger now piqued.

«This way,» he replied offering his arm.

She accepted, completing the disguise that these two were simply going for a stroll in the park, a completely common activity. Indeed, on this sunny day, many citizens walked the garden paths or lounged in the shade of the canopy of trees that dotted the rolling landscape.

Fifty yards ahead and to the right, by the water’s edge, stood a tall man with short white hair. At this distance, Maeryn couldn’t distinguish anything else of him, but didn’t see anything familiar, so far. As they neared the low, stone wall at the shore of the canal, the man turned from gazing at the sluggish water, and looked in Maeryn’s direction. His skin was tanned from much time in the sun, but his skin was smooth and he appeared very young, despite his white hair. His eyes, she could now see, were bright blue and seemed full of wisdom. Slowly, she began to recognize the face, as if from a dream long forgotten.

As Saba’s name came to her mind, a tear rolled down her cheek.

She immediately turned to the guard. «Leave us. I’ll call you when I’m ready to go back.»

The guard looked concerned, but obeyed promptly. «I’ll be at the carriage. Just signal if you need anything,» he replied, looking back to the tall stranger.

When the guard was out of earshot, Maeryn walked to Saba and threw her arms around him. She began to weep uncontrollably, though she didn’t know why. Saba remained silent and simply held her in his strong arms.

After a long moment, Maeryn regained her composure and pulled away, wiping her eyes and suddenly feeling embarrassed. Saba smiled down at her.

«You look different,» were her first words, and as soon as she spoke, she wanted to take them back.

«So do you,» he replied with a familiar and comforting voice. «You carry many more concerns that when we last saw each other.»

«As always,» she admitted, «you seem to know everything. What are you doing here? How did you find me?»

«I have my ways.» He nodded his head toward the water. «Let’s take a walk.»

The two began to stroll along the canal and Maeryn suddenly felt more at peace than she had in a long time. She couldn’t believe that Saba was really walking next to her.

«Where do I start?» Saba asked himself aloud.

«I want to know everything,» Maeryn replied quickly. «

from the beginning. What happened in Bastul? I assume it had something to do with Lemus?» Just saying the name felt strange to Maeryn.

«Yes. Lemus forced me out of the city under threat of my life. I tried to sneak back in to talk with you one last time to let you know what was happening, but the Captain of the Guard found me. Fortunately, he spared my life and let me go with a warning never to return.»

Saba continued talking as they walked, recounting his experiences since Bastul, with a few major omissions. The sun passed its zenith and began its descent as Saba talked about his lengthy travels, careful to leave out anything to do with Kael or the real purpose of his visit. It was too soon for Maeryn. He needed to reestablish their friendship, at least partially, before discussing any of the pressing matters. Maeryn listened intently, and Saba could tell that it had been some time since she had a friend to talk to.

«

and so I ended up in Orud. But you

you have come a long way.»

«I wouldn’t say that,» Maeryn objected. «Things have been strange for me since Bastul.»

«I imagine so. Tell me, how did you ever get free of that man?»

«Well, it’s a long story.»

«Of course it is. Tell me everything.»

Maeryn did just as Saba, recounting her life since they had last talked, only with much more honesty than Saba. Maeryn held nothing back, describing every event and every emotion, as if she hadn’t spoken to anyone in all these years. Sadly, Saba came to realize that that was exactly the case.

As the sun approached the western horizon, Maeryn stopped her story just before the recent events at the Palace. They had walked miles along the canal and around the park, and now came to a stop only twenty feet from Maeryn’s carriage. Her guard still stood patiently at his post near the horses.

«You should come for supper,» she told Saba suddenly. «You don’t have any prior engagements do you?»

«None as important as you,» he replied. «Supper would be lovely.»

«Come on, then,» she said happily. «Tonight we will celebrate.»

Saba followed Maeryn into the carriage, under the suspicious eyes of her bodyguard. Eager to move on, the driver immediately snapped the reins and the horses jumped into action.

Waves lapped at the side of the boat as it cut through the choppy water of the eastern bay of Orud. Maeryn and Saba sat at the prow while the crew stayed busy on the opposite end of the deck. Having finished her story in the carriage, the two now sat in silence and looked out over the water that reflected the orange glow of dusk.

«I will be delighted to meet Aelia,» Saba said, breaking the silence.

Maeryn smiled. «She looks just like her father did. She is strong in her own way, but quiet and sensitive. She has brought much joy into my life.»

Again, the two slipped into silence and Saba felt guilty about how he was forced to approach this meeting, which should have occurred under different circumstances. But he had to be careful about what he revealed to Maeryn and when, because one misspoken word would cause his plan to fall apart.

Nothing more was said until they reached their destination at the eastern shore of the bay. Saba was quite impressed at the size of the mansion that was now Maeryn’s new home. Sitting atop the rocky shore, it seemed bigger that he imagined it. As they neared the robust looking dock, the crew jumped into action, throwing out lines and securing the vessel.

When the crew was finished, Maeryn took Saba’s hand and led him over the plank and onto the docks. They ascended the steep, rocky steps together and entered the house. Maeryn went immediately to the kitchen and had the servant began preparing the meal. She left Saba waiting in a hallway for several minutes. When she returned, a beautiful young woman accompanied her.

«Saba, this is Aelia,» Maeryn said with pride.

Saba took her hand and kissed it, bowing low with respect. «It is a pleasure to meet you. Your mother has told me so much about you.»

Aelia looked a little worried.

Maeryn spoke up quickly, sensing her daughter’s discomfort. «Saba is an old friend of mine and your father’s. He used to live with us in Bastul.»

«Oh,» Aelia breathed in relief. «I thought you’d resorted to arranging a marriage for me.»

The three laughed at the misunderstanding and Saba could see the nostalgia in Maeryn’s eyes. He realized this was how things used to be many years ago in Bastul.

«Come,» Maeryn offered. «I’ll show you around the house while dinner is being prepared.

After the evening meal was finished, Aelia excused herself and retired for the night. Saba pushed his chair back from the table and was just about to make himself more comfortable when Maeryn spoke.

«Let’s go someplace more comfortable; you look like you have something weighing on your mind.»

Saba smiled, and rose to his feet, following Maeryn with a bottle of wine in hand. They made their way to the back patio of the house and took a seat in the garden, which was lit by several torch stands. Saba poured Maeryn another glass of wine and filled his own glass, as well.

«So what’s on your mind? I can tell that you haven’t been completely forthcoming with me.»

«You, on the other hand, have been completely honest with me,» Saba admitted.

«I have to keep too many secrets on a daily basis. I find it refreshing to let my guard down because I know I can trust you.»

Saba felt ashamed. He took a long swig of wine, wiped his lips, and continued. «What I have to tell you will come as quite a shock. And so I will just start at the beginning.»

«Alright,» Maeryn said, a worried look creasing her forehead.

«After Lemus forced me to abandon you in Bastul, I went to stay with a friend in the coastal farmlands to the north. As I sorted through my possessions, I came across a note that Adair had written to me just prior to his disappearance. In it, he told me of a friend who had been found injured from an attack and that he was trying to find the attackers. The note was attached to a broken arrow that was the only clue to this mystery. Adair apparently hadn’t been able to come to any conclusions based on the clue, so he left it for me to investigate. This was the last communication that I had with him, as he was already missing by the time I read the note.»

At the mention of Adair, tears began to roll down Maeryn’s face, but she held her composure and listened intently.

«Although it seemed like a meaningless search after Adair was gone, I decided that I owed it to him. Which led me to Orud, where I searched through countless scrolls and volumes of parchment, looking for a link to this clue. Whether researching the materials or style of construction, all of my searching turned up nothing. And then, one night as I was leaving the library, I was attacked and taken captive by a group of cloaked figures. They appeared out of the shadows and surrounded me, leaving me no choice but to comply with them. I was then taken, blindfolded, to an encampment two days journey from Orud. There were other men like me at this camp, and we were all being held against our wills. After weeks, we were paid a visit by their leader. He came cloaked in black, his face obscured and he inspected all of us. Apparently, he found in me what he was looking for, because after this visit, the rest of the men were locked in a building and burned to death. I was the only one spared, and they locked me in a small room with armed guards.»

«Who were these people?» Maeryn gasped with surprise.

«Not yet,» Saba objected, continuing with his story. «That evening, their leader came into my jail cell and spoke to me directly. During the course of the conversation, he removed his hood and I was able to get a good look at him. I’ll never forget that face!»

«But what did he say? Why were you spared?»

Saba shook his head. «Believe me when I say that these details are not what is important about my story. You must let me go on.»

Maeryn sat back in frustration and took a sip of wine.

Saba continued. «I was kept locked in that cell for years until I eventually escaped. Then I traveled to distant lands to leave this mystery behind me and escape the danger. But after many years, I returned because I knew that I couldn’t just ignore the events that had transpired. I had uncovered something dangerous and the curiosity drove me mad. So I came back, carefully. I purchased several properties in and around the city and began to integrate myself back into the culture and resume my investigation. Again, years passed while I observed. And then things began to happen. A rogue Korgan army broke through the eastern wall and was making its way to attack Orud. The former Emperor responded to this situation by emptying the city of its military in order to meet this threat. Meanwhile, an assassin was rumored to have broken into the Palace and murdered the Emperor and two Generals. Shortly after, the High Council, out of fear of their desperate circumstances, elected the Northern General Magnus Calidon as Emperor.»

Maeryn visibly bristled at these words and Saba held up his hand in protest, without stopping.

«I made it a point to attend his feast the day after his new appointment. And that is where two very interesting things occurred.»

«I was there,» Maeryn interrupted.

«Yes, I know.»

Maeryn slumped back in her seat. «You saw me and you didn’t bother to even greet me?» she asked, confused.

«I didn’t yet understand the dynamics of the events which were unfolding. There would have been no point in risking your life needlessly. As it turned out, my caution was wise.»

«What do you mean?»

«I sat to the side of the feast, watching and listening for a clue, for I knew that something was happening, but I just didn’t understand it yet. And then, Magnus began to make his speech to the most influential members of society about the changes that would be taking place. And you can imagine my shock when I realized that our new Emperor was the same cloaked figure that came to my jail cell those many years ago.» Saba paused and allowed his words to sink in.

Maeryn finished the rest of her wine and looked at the ground.

Saba waited for a reaction, but when nothing came, he continued. «And then, in a grand gesture, Magnus called forth a brave young man responsible for ending the Syvak invasion in the west. And as he was being congratulated in front of everyone, the man leapt over the side of the building and escaped as if he were in danger.»

«Yes,» Maeryn said, looking up from the ground. «That was

odd.»

«Indeed,» Saba agreed. «But I didn’t stay around to see how Magnus handled the situation. Instead, I left the feast and tracked this young man through the city. When I caught up with him, I invited him to one of my houses to escape the soldiers that were sure to be in pursuit. He welcomed the opportunity and when we arrived at my house, we were finally able to sit down in safety and talk.»

«Well

« Maeryn prompted. «Who was he? Why did he leave so abruptly?»

Saba took a breath, set down his wine glass and answered. «It was Kael.»

Maeryn, who had been leaning forward with anticipation, sat back and held her breath. «What do you mean it was Kael?» she asked after a moment of silence. She fixed her gaze on Saba’s eyes, and repeated the question. «What do you mean it was Kael?» Her voice broke this time.

«I mean exactly what I said. It was Kael. He’s alive.»

Maeryn put a hand to her mouth and turned away. Her body began to shake as she sobbed.

Saba reached out a hand to comfort her, but Maeryn slid backward and off of her seat, slumping to the ground. Saba went to her and lifted her back to her seat, holding her as she cried. Several minutes passed before Maeryn was able to speak.

«Are you sure? Where is he? I want to see him.»

«I will take you to him,» Saba promised. «But you must hear the rest of my story.»

Maeryn nodded weakly.

«Just as you and I are doing right now, we traded stories and he explained to me what had happened in Bastul. Apparently, Lemus kept him locked in prison, intending to prove a point to Kael before he was executed. But Kael’s execution never took place. Instead, he was handed over to someone else who took him by ship out of the city.»

Maeryn was smiling now.

«I know this is all very strange, but please listen carefully, because there is more. Kael was taken far away to live at a monastery where he was raised with nine other boys of roughly the same age. These other boys were taken from prison in a similar manner. There, they were educated and trained as soldiers. Kael was grateful for the life he had been given, but as he grew older, he began to suspect that something was very wrong. Then, at the age of eighteen, the boys were taken to the High Temple to meet the High Priest of their order. And this is when Kael’s story becomes much like my own. For the group of people that had been raising and training Kael were the very same that captured and imprisoned me in Orud. Kael met the High Priest and it was as terrible an experience for him as it was for me.»

«Wait,» Maeryn interrupted. «You mean Magnus?»

«That’s right,» he answered, noticing that this was a new revelation for Maeryn. «I suppose you thought these people were the Resistance?»

Maeryn glanced quickly over her shoulder. «Keep your voice down,» she cautioned.

Saba smiled. «No. This group is an ancient cult. They call themselves the Kaliel. They are extremely dangerous, thought to have disbanded centuries ago. They have become a legend in the minds of most people. But I assure you they are not imaginary. Anyway, as soon as Kael returned to the monastery, he escaped and spent his recent years traveling the world aboard a merchant ship.»

«This is amazing,» Maeryn responded.

«I don’t think you understand the point of my story,» Saba said bluntly.

«I know,» Maeryn objected. «Magnus is their leader. He has always led a double life, and I should be shocked, but I’m not.»

«No,» Saba clarified. «Listen. Kael returned to Bastul just as the Syvaku were attacking.»

«We must have just missed each other,» Maeryn mumbled to herself.

Saba pushed ahead. «He helped the Captain of the Guard fight the Syvaku and then traveled with the surviving soldiers to Leoran, where the Syvak made their final attack. But what he discovered was that the Syvak warlord responsible for instigating the attacks was one of the boys from the monastery, one of his childhood friends.»

Maeryn wrinkled her eyebrows as Saba continued.

«Then Kael traveled to Orud with the Captain who became General after the previous General was killed fighting the Syvaku. Kael was present when the Korgs were approaching the city. He suspected that the attack was a diversion and went to the Palace where he caught a glimpse of the retreating assassin. And again, it was someone that Kael knew. This time, it was his instructor.»

Maeryn had gone completely still as the pieces of the puzzle were beginning to come together.

«Then, after Magnus was appointed Emperor, Kael went to the feast where he recognized Magnus as the High Priest, and the remaining Generals as his childhood companions. And that is why he fled, because he understood what they had done and that he was the only one who knew. Do you understand now?»

Maeryn nodded. «Magnus, the Northern General is also the leader of the Kaliel, and the leader of the Resistance. And while he was leading this triple life, he was also raising and training these boys for a purpose.» Maeryn stood up now and began to pace as she worked out the logic. «So he plants them, one by one, like seeds, waiting to be harvested for his own purposes. And in this way, he gains control over the Syvaku and uses them to attack the Empire in order to put pressure on the former Emperor. Then he has the Emperor and other Generals executed, and in an instant, he gains the throne and appoints his new Generals. But, if the Korgan attack was just a diversion, he must control them, as well.»

Saba nodded in agreement. «

which means that Magnus controls almost every major group of people in this part of the world, including the Resistance and now the entire slave population, as well. And he’s manipulated them to achieve his own goals.»

Maeryn stopped pacing. «What’s his motive?»

«I’ve thought about this quite a bit and what I believe is this. The Syvaku, the Korgs and the Resistance were all means to an endto gain the throne. But what now? He has already been made Emperor and is working to expand the rule of the Empire even farther. So becoming Emperor wasn’t his ultimate goal. No, I believe that his ultimate motive lies with the Kaliel.»

Maeryn sat back down, her mind no doubt racing with all the implications of what they were discussing. «But who are they? What is their purpose?»

Saba rubbed his chin. «Legend has it that the god they worship is making preparations to return to this world.»

«You’re right,» Maeryn admitted. «It sounds more like legend than truth.»

Saba shrugged his shoulders.

After a moment of silence, Maeryn spoke. «Why did you come here to tell me this?»

«Because you’re the only one who can do anything about it.»

«Me? Why me? What can I do?»

«You can call together the non-military members of the High Council and tell them what has happened. You have great privileges because of your affiliation with Magnus.»

«I

« she stammered. «I can’t,» she finally said in protest.

«Then I’ll go with you,» Saba countered. When Maeryn didn’t respond, Saba kept pushing. «There’s something else you should know. Kael tried to stop them. He went back to the Palace seeking vengeance and killed the two Naval Commanders. He would have finished them all if it hadn’t been for Magnus.»

«What did Magnus do?» Maeryn asked, her voice shaking with fear.

«He is an evil man, with powers beyond your imagination. He attacked Kael and almost killed him. As we speak, Kael is lying on a bed unable to move or even speak. Fortunately, I was able to rescue him with the help of another young man you know

Ajani.»

«Ajani?» Maeryn gasped.

Saba shook his head slowly. «He wounded Magnus and provided a needed diversion, but he didn’t survive.»

Maeryn buried her face in her hands and stayed like this for a few minutes. «This is all too much. I can’t take it,» she said, getting up and walking across the garden.

Saba let her go and waited patiently for her to calm down.

Eventually, Maeryn came back to where Saba was sitting and stood in front of him. «What am I supposed to do? I haven’t seen you in years and all of a sudden, you show up and tell me this unbelievable story that I’m supposed to tell to the Council. They will have us executed. How can I do this?»

«How can you not?» Saba corrected. «This government has been manipulated and taken over and you are the one with access to these people.»

Maeryn pondered these words. «Take me to see Kael.»

Saba looked into her eyes to discern her motives and was satisfied that he had accomplished his goal. «Very well,» he said. «Come with me.»

Chapter 4

Maeryn left word with the servants that she would be gone until the following evening and to tell Aelia not to worry. But she didn’t need to be concerned with Aelia who wasn’t prone to worrying anyway. The journey north to Saba’s cabin took the remainder of the night. After a long boat ride to the northern side of the bay, the two made their way on horseback through a series of canyons that eventually began to steepen. After hours of ascending into the mountains, they arrived at a small wooden house, nearly invisible against the rocks and covered by trees.

«Welcome to my home.»

Maeryn smiled wearily. The sun was just rising in the east and there had been no opportunity to sleep. The only thing that kept her moving was the thought of seeing Kael again, no matter what his condition.

They dismounted and draped the reins over a low branch, leaving the horses to graze. «Are you nervous,» Saba asked, looking over to Maeryn.

«Yes.»

«Well, don’t be. He’s grown into a fine young man and you should be proud.»

Saba knocked two times, then quickly opened the creaking door. The inside was dark and it took a moment for Maeryn’s eyes to adjust. Slowly, she could make out a few chairs and a table, but no decorations.

Saba walked to the back of the room and ducked under a low doorway. Maeryn followed, seeing the kitchen to the left and another small room to the right. Saba led her through the doorway into the small room where a man sat in a chair and another laid upon a bed. A soft morning light was coming in through a window to the right, making this the best lit room in the house. The man in the chair rose to his feet and extended his hand.

«Lady Maeryn. It is good to finally meet you.»

Maeryn turned to Saba.

«This is General Dacien Gallus. He served under you in Bastul as Captain of the Guard.»

«Former General,» Dacien corrected. «I was never fortunate enough to meet you in person while in Bastul, but heard many good things.»

Maeryn extended her hand, which Dacien kissed.

«

and this is Kael,» Saba said, pointing to the man lying on the bed.

«He’s sleeping now,» Dacien cautioned. «But he’s been doing better. He can move his head now.»

Maeryn walked over to Kael and it felt as though everything else in the world ceased to exist. It was only her and her son. He had grown into a handsome man, with features much like Maeryn’s. His hair was still blonde, and longer than when he was a child. His skin looked pale and his face bore the stubble of more than a week without shaving. But despite his current condition, he looked strong. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm and it was all she could do to keep from waking him. But he obviously needed his rest and so she resisted.

Finally satisfied, Maeryn turned around to Saba with tears running down her cheeks. «Magnus is leaving soon for a goodwill trip to Syvaku territory. He will be gone for months. It will be the best time to gather the Council.»

Dacien looked excitedly to Saba.

Saba smiled. «Let us have some breakfast and we can discuss the best way to approach these men.»

The river ran sluggishly through the dense forest, its sound consuming all others, providing the perfect meeting place for those who wished to stay hidden. Magnus stretched his legs on the shore as his steed nosed through some wet foliage nearby. The dusk light was quickly fading as night approached.

Out of the mist to his left, a dark figure appeared on foot, holding the reins of a horse following closely behind. The figure was a short in stature, and moved gracefully and silently like a cat.

Magnus turned and walked over to Ukiru and greeted him with a handshake. «How was your trip?» he asked.

«

successful,» Ukiru replied with a smile as he reached up to his saddle. Untying a leather strap, he removed a long object bundled in cloths and handed it to Magnus.

With great care, Magnus unwrapped the cloth to reveal an object that made his heart beat fast with an excitement that exceeded any other. He lifted the sword by its handle and turned it so that it caught the fading light. Its crystalline features were a marvel of craftsmanship, with the blade and handle carved from the same material. Though the word carved implied crafting this blade with crude instruments, its beauty proved that it couldn’t have been made in such a way. And indeed, he knew this to be the case.

«Forged by the gods

« he said aloud. «

and what of your so-called fortress city?»

«

destroyed,» Ukiru replied with a blank face.

«This is good,» Magnus assured him. «We are on the verge of realizing all that we have worked for these many years.»

«And what is next?» asked Ukiru.

«Well, due to your quicker-than-expected success, I’ve moved up our trip. We leave for the temple in the morning.»

«When will you ever find time between your meetings with the Syvaku?» Ukiru asked, sarcastically.

«Ah, yes,» Magnus said with a smile. «So you’ve heard. I have no intention of meeting with them. Though Narian is dead, my influence among them is still strong and without need of intervention. We will have as much uninterrupted time as we need.»

Saba met Maeryn outside the Palace grounds. She looked anxious, which only echoed his own feelings. Anxious to set events into motion that will stop Magnus

nervous at the thought of facing the Council.

«Thanks for doing this,» he said to Maeryn when they were close enough to speak.

«You’re welcome,» she replied, though she still didn’t seem fully behind what they were about to do. «I spoke with one Council member already. He is the leader of the Farming Guild and closer to me than the rest. He seemed deeply concerned about the accusations and called the Council together as soon as he was able.»

«Well, that worked out well, didn’t it?» Saba replied as they walked through the arched gateway and into the Palace grounds.

«Yes it did,» she replied, her eyes on the guards who were watching their every move. «This way, at least he will share some of the blame if this doesn’t go as planned.»

Saba smiled nervously, feeling sorry that he dragged her into this. But he knew it was the right thing to do. Kael had tried to solve this problem through force, now Saba would use reason and trust that the Council would be receptive to his plea.

Maeryn led them through the elaborate gardens and up the steps into the Palace. She walked with confidence and within minutes, proved that she knew her way around. The guards all nodded in respect as she walked past and Saba knew that he couldn’t have accomplished this any other way. After a series of turns and long hallways they arrived at two carved wooden doors that met together to form an arch some twenty feet from the ground. Soldiers flanked the entrance with their spears crossing one another; a presence meant to intimidate visitors.

«Are they ready?» Maeryn asked.

The soldier on the left nodded, then both snapped to attention, pulling their spears back against their chests in a vertical fashion. Suddenly, the doors began to open silently, revealing the massive interior of the Council room. Saba wondered how the signal was given to open the doors, and how they were controlled, but there wasn’t time for such things. Instead, he tried to imagine himself in the place of these Council members and tried to understand how they would react to what he was about to say.

The Council room was large, with high, arched ceilings. A center aisle cut through rows of additional seating for larger meetings. At the end of the aisle, the walkway widened where two semicircle stone tables sat opposite each other. The table on the left was entirely empty, presumably the seating for the military members of the Council. The table on the right was occupied by the six Council members who represented the major trade guilds of the Empire. The High Council was structured in such a way as to balance the competing interest of the major groups of citizens which made up the Empire. And it was highly unusual for such a one-sided meeting to even take place.

Indeed, the Council members all appeared agitated and well aware of the strange circumstances. Saba was disappointed that the meeting would be starting off under this atmosphere, but he fully expected it, nonetheless.

«Lady Maeryn, please come forward with your guest,» said one of the Council.

«Thank you all for agreeing to meet with us,» Maeryn replied graciously.

The man then turned and addressed his fellow Council members. Saba realized immediately that this man was Maeryn’s point of contact, the farming guild leader.

«Gentlemen, yesterday evening Maeryn brought some information to my attention that I consider of grave importance to the future of this Empire. It is under this pretense that I called together this present Council, without our Emperor, Generals, or Commanders. Let me assure you that what you are about to hear will quickly address any concerns you have about meeting under such unusual circumstances.»

Saba was impressed by the way that this man quickly spoke to the concerns that were on everyone’s minds.

«Lady Maeryn, you have the floor,» he finished and sat down.

«Thank you,» she replied, stepping forward.

Saba stayed a few steps back, deciding to wait until called upon.

«Council members, this man standing before you today is a close friend of mine. A friend with whom I have just recently become reacquainted after many years apart. And in the course of conversation, he revealed to me

«

«Perhaps he can tell us on his own,» interrupted the Council member representing the fishing industries.

Maeryn looked back to Saba and he smiled in return to let her know that it was alright.

Stepping forward, he addressed the Council. «Gentlemen, I can see that you are anxious to hear what I have to say, so I’ll not waste your time. To put it bluntly, you are all being manipulated by a devious plan to take control of the Empire. The Emperor you now serve is not the man you think him to be. The Generals and commanders of his army and navy all served under him prior to his appointment as Emperor.»

«That’s preposterous,» one member blurted out.

Saba continued, knowing that convincing them would require a great deal of momentum and he couldn’t afford to be side-tracked. «These men were trained for this purpose and intentionally planted by him to give the appearance of an impartial unity among separate military leaders. But this is not the case. And worse yet, the leaders of the Syvaku and Korgan hordes also served under him.»

These words produced a collective gasp among the Council.

«These men were also trained and planted so as to induce the attacks that the Empire has recently suffered. The purpose of this was to provide an impetus for change among the leadership

among you. The peak of this treachery was for Magnus to have the former Emperor assassinated by a trained killer. Then, finding yourselves in a desperate situation, you looked for rescue from the one man who had proven himself capable of overcoming such obstacles. And in appointing him to the position of Emperor, you played right into his plan.»

«Maeryn,» the farming guild leader spoke out. «What do you have to say?»

Maeryn looked to Saba, then to the council. «I know the penalty for such accusations should they prove false. I would not have come here if I didn’t believe this to be true.»

The Council members were stunned with unbelief and began to whisper among themselves.

Saba continued speaking, now that the situation had turned in his favor. «In addition to this, there is something else you must know. Years ago, when I first came to Orud, I was captured and taken prisoner in the night by a group of men, cloaked in black. They surrounded me and put a bag over my head. I was taken by wagon two days from here and held at a remote compound by armed men. These soldiers are still operating within the boundaries of the Empire and represent a great threat to your security. I managed to escape and have since been able to identify them as the Kaliel.»

«Hold your tongue,» the youngest council member shouted. «You speak treasonous accusations without proof. And the Kaliel are nothing but a fable.»

Another Council member spoke out. «You say that Magnus hired the assassin. But the assassin attacked again and killed the naval Commanders, wounding Magnus in the process. Would you like us to believe that this was only to convince us that there was no connection between them?»

Saba could see that the situation was rapidly deteriorating. «

no, of course not. The second attack didn’t come from the assassin; that was simply Magnus’ explanation. The second attack came from yet another of Magnus’s trained soldiers, one who rebelled against him.»

«Where do you get these lies? Where is your proof?» shouted the young man again.

Suddenly, the other Council members began to raise their voices at Saba and he realized that something drastic was needed. He raised his voice to a commanding tone and cut through their cacophony. «I have the so-called assassin.»

The room went silent. Maeryn turned quickly to Saba; the agony on her face was unmistakable.

He hadn’t meant to risk Kael in this way, but something drastic was needed. Saba repeated the statement. «I have the man who was blamed for the assassination of the former Emperor.»

«Where is he?» the young man countered. «Produce him before this Council.»

«He is in a safe place and when it is safe to do so, he will testify to what I’ve said.»

The young man smiled and stretched out his arms, his voice much calmer now. «You have no proof, and yet you come before this Council bringing these most serious accusations. Indeed, if what you say is true, our Emperor’s actions would be treason of the highest order. But how can we believe such things?»

Saba turned to address the other members. «It was my hope that the seriousness of my allegations would prompt you all to look into the matter for yourselves. In fact, don’t take my word for it. See for yourselves if this is true. Surely there would be other signs of proof that you could think of. Perhaps the citizenship papers of the Generals have been forged to appear that these men came from different parts of the Empire.»

The young man laughed. «Guards,» he called.

In an instant, eight soldiers entered the room and surrounded Saba.

«Take this man into custody.»

One soldier grabbed Saba by the arm and the others held their spears ready to impale him at a moment’s notice.

«No,» Maeryn yelled. «He tells the truth.»

The Farming Guild representative stood from his chair. «Lady Maeryn, how can you be sure? Why should this man not be executed this very minute?» he asked, his emotions finally starting to show.

«

because Magnus Calidon is also the Resistance leader. And I know this because he recently appointed me as his second in command.»

Saba’s heart dropped. He had hoped to keep Maeryn from being condemned, but she had told her secret now. Hopefully it would provide the needed proof.

The soldier lessened his grip on Saba’s arm, but still held it firmly.

The Council members looked to each other and began to talk amongst themselves again. When the whispering stopped, another member spoke up.

«You admit that you are the second in command of the Resistance, a group that has infiltrated our Empire and sought to undermine our efforts for many years. They have been our worst enemy in that they live among us. Why would you risk your life to admit such a thing in front of the High Council? Do you think that because of a simple confession, this council will be willing to show you mercy?»

Maeryn shook her head. «There was a time when I was not loyal to the Empire, when I would have liked to see it overrun with barbarians. But I was mistaken and grief influenced my beliefs. I have since realized that it is not the Empire that I hate, but its misuse of power in certain areas. Once Magnus abolished the slave trade and put an end to the Empire’s abuse of these people, my perspective changed. And now I see the true reason behind his actions on this matter. I see much potential in the Empire, and I see very clearly that potential being manipulated.»

«That hardly counts as loyalty,» the young one seethed, eyeing Maeryn with hatred.

Suddenly, something about this young man caught Saba’s attention. He noticed the man’s sandy colored hair, and the fact that he was fifteen to twenty years younger than any other Council member. His thin and short frame reminded Saba of someone that Kael described from his time at the monastery.

«Rainer,» Saba called out.

The young man turned his head out of habit, then quickly turned away.

«You’re one of them, aren’t you,» Saba yelled louder.

The other Council members stopped talking and looked to Saba.

«You’re one of Magnus’ men. I can’t believe I didn’t anticipate this.»

The remaining Council members looked to the young man, who wrinkled his eyebrows with disgust. «A man condemned to death will say anything.»

Saba kept prodding. «Your name is Rainer and I would be willing to stake my life on the fact that your history becomes vague prior to the last ten years. And so Magnus’ treachery goes even farther that I imagined. Of course he would have to have someone else on the Council in order to have a majority!»

Maeryn’s friend on the Council now looked to the young man. «Durio, Is this true?»

Without warning, the young man grabbed the nearest council member and put a knife to his throat. It was a rash and dangerous move, for the hostage outweighed him by fifty pounds and was a full head taller. The guards immediately released Saba and began to fan outward, surrounding this new threat.

The Blacksmith Guild leader couldn’t believe what was happening and it was clear that he wasn’t about to be hostage to the small youngster. As Rainer pulled him toward the nearest window, the large man began to struggle. Rainer tightened his grip on the knife, producing a trickle of blood from the man’s neck, which spilled down his chest and began to stain his tunic. Instantly, he became compliant.

The room was now dead silent, except for the harsh breathing from Rainer and his hostage. The guards began to close in carefully, now only a few paces from the two men, their spears lowered and ready. Rainer’s eyes darted from the guards to the window and back again, calculating his chances.

With his left hand clutching his victim’s hair, Rainer’s view to his left flank was partially obstructed, or so the guards thought. Simultaneously, the two on either side lunged in. Rainer reacted instantly, jerking the blade across the Guild leader’s neck and pushing him into the path of the guard on the left. Then, as if rehearsed, he spun away from the spearhead of the other guard and slashed his knife across the man’s face. In the blink of an eye, three men were down while Rainer jumped through the window.

The other guards rushed after him, but stopped at the window ledge. «He survived the fall,» spoke one of the guards, then paused as he watched out the window. «Send out an alert; he’s moving south.» The other soldiers nodded, then ran out of the room.

Saba looked to the other Council members, who were now pale. He waited for them to respond.

Maeryn’s friend was the first to speak. «Maeryn, we will have to reconvene later this evening. I hope you understand, but we can’t let you two leave.»

«Of course,» Maeryn replied, her voice trembling slightly. «May I send word to my daughter so that she knows not to expect me?»

«

certainly. The guards will take you to your quarters. I’ll have a messenger sent to you right away.»

Though not the expected outcome, Saba felt a sense of relief that at least the rest of the Council now understood. As he watched the pool of blood stretching across the floor from the body of the Blacksmith Guild leader, he shook his head. It was a shame that one of their members had to lose his life in the process. But Saba had seen worse things during his time in captivity under Magnus. Though it sickened him to think it, it was a small price to pay. He took Maeryn’s arm and followed the guards as they led them out of the Council chambers.

Chapter 5

The Council room flickered with yellow torchlight from the sconces mounted to the pillars around the room. The sun had dropped below the horizon less than an hour ago, and no longer gave its light through the stained glass windows. Saba sat beside Maeryn and opposite the remaining members of the High Council, waiting for one additional guest before resuming their discussions.

The large double doors opened inward and two guards entered, standing on either side of the entrance. Everyone turned to watch as Dacien, former General of the Southern Region of Orud, walked confidently down the center aisle to take his seat on the other side of Maeryn and Saba. The Council members watched with a mix of emotions visible on their faces. Some were truly interested in his input, while others were obviously skeptical of this man who was officially an outlaw.

Maeryn whispered to Dacien. «Is he alright?»

«He’s still weak, but able to take solid food now. I have the villagers bringing him food several times per day.»

Maeryn’s friend on the Council stood to address the assembly.

«Friends of the Empire, given the tragic circumstances earlier today, the Council requires no further proof of your accusations at this point. You will, however, testify of these things before a formal trial and provide all the necessary details. That includes persons not present at this meeting,» he said, directing his last comment to Saba. «But all that will come later. Right now, we have more immediate issues at hand, such as how to provide the proper motivation for Magnus and his Generals to return to Orud for a trial. And we ask for your input on how to accomplish this.»

«Before we get too far down this road of conversation,» the Fishing Guild leader interjected, «I just want to clarify something. The accusations are that our Emperor has managed to gain control over the Orudan armies and navy, the Resistance and slave population, the Syvaku and the Korgan, and an ancient cult thought to be nothing more than a myth.»

«You sound as though you admire him,» Dacien observed.

«Under different circumstances, I might!» he shot back. «My point is that it is absurd to think that this man will do anything we want. He has all the power now and no reason to follow the laws of our Empire.»

«

hence the need for this meeting,» replied the Farming Guild leader. «Other emperors would have been obligated to return to Orud to stand trial. But these circumstances are much different than anything this Council has seen in the past.»

Dacien stood. «May I

?»

«Of course,» replied the guild leader, sitting back down.

Dacien took a few steps forward. «It seems simple to me. The basis of this man’s power is his military might and his ability to manipulate these different groups of people to achieve his goals. If we look at the events that have transpired, it becomes clear that his intention is not ultimately to harm the Empire, but to gain control of it and make it stronger for his own uses. The attacks of the Syvaku and the Korgs were harmful to the Empire in the short term, but were targeted at cities that had little impact on our infrastructure or our economy. The fact that he commands such military strength is certainly intimidating, but it will also be his downfall. If we directly target his source of power and threaten to remove it, it will be in his best interests to maintain that power. This Council appointed Magnus as the Emperor, and has the authority to place him under arrest on suspicion of treason.»

Another guild leader stood up. «What is going to make him comply with our summons? He could simply to choose to ignore it. Or worse yet, what is to keep him from killing us all? Then he wouldn’t have any obstacles.»

«A revolt

« Maeryn countered. «As Dacien stated, for some unknown reason, Magnus needs the Empire to keep functioning as it does. With all of the recent changes in leadership, and murders under this roof, the citizens would not support an Emperor who kills his opposition. We have hundreds of years of tradition working in our favor; the citizens deeply value the privilege of electing their officials.»

«But how would they know if we just disappeared?»

Maeryn smiled. «We start a rumor. We allow word of the allegations against Magnus to reach the citizens. This way Magnus won’t be able to do anything rash. And don’t forget that I have the means to prepare a revolt should anything happen to us.»

The Farming Guild leader spoke up. «How can we forget? I am still uncomfortable about the fact that you deceived me, Maeryn. We have invited three individuals into our Council, who, by all our laws, should have been executed hours ago.»

After an awkward silence, Dacien spoke. «So we must send a summons to Magnus, to each of his armies in the east and north, and one to his combined naval command.»

«Don’t forget,» Saba interrupted, «that these men are extremely dangerous as you saw today. It would be a good idea to enlist the help of some soldiers in lower positions of authority within each of these groups

as a precaution against retaliation.»

The Council members nodded in agreement. Then Maeryn’s friend looked to Dacien. «Dacien, the Council also has a need to reestablish authority over the army at Leoran. Your title of General will be temporarily reinstated until the final outcome of the trial. I think it would be a good idea for you to deliver this message in person.»

Dacien smiled. «Thank you; I would like that very much.»

The Farming Guild leader continued. «

one last thing. Durio, or Rainer as you called him, has still not been found. I suspect he is either hiding out in this city, or is on his way to Magnus as we speak. The dispatch to Magnus will be alerted of this possibility and will be instructed to take him into custody if their paths cross. Otherwise, the Orud guard will not stop searching the city until he is found. If there is no additional business

« he paused, «then this meeting is concluded.»

Magnus sat back from the dinner table and reclined in his chair. The rocking of the ocean and a full belly were just what he needed to finally get a good night’s rest. Ukiru sat across the table, silent as always, looking out the small window of the aft cabin at the glitter of the water in light of the setting sun.

Suddenly, Magnus cocked his head to the side, as if listening. He remained in this posture for a moment, then closed his eyes. His lips began to move ever so slightly, as if singing a song to himself.

Ukiru’s attention was now intently focused on Magnus, as he had seen this happen many times before. He waited patiently for the event to pass.

Magnus’ eyes popped open and he sat upright. His face turned red with anger.

«What is the matter?» Ukiru asked.

«Rainer’s identity was uncovered. Maeryn went behind my back and told the Council everything.»

Ukiru’s usually expressionless eyes widened at these words. «

about the Resistance?

«No,» Magnus corrected. «

the Syvaku, the Korgs, the Kaliel

everything.»

«How did she find out?» Ukiru asked with an eerie calmness.

«

the old man was with her.»

After a moment of silence, Ukiru offered. «At least we know his location now. How do we recover from this?»

Magnus looked out the window as he contemplated the question. Finally, he answered. «We are merely days from achieving our primary goal. Although unfortunate, this matter must not distract us. The Empire is secondary to all else.»

Then Magnus stood and opened the door leading to the deck of his ship. «I must alert the others,» he said and walked out of the room.

The pounding in Kael’s head had eased long enough for him to get a few hours of sleep. If he had been able to move, he would have jumped as the door opened to his room. Instead, the startled feeling was only that, and nothing more. His body, except for head and face, was unresponsive.

This time, it was Saba’s face that came into view. He laid a hand on Kael’s forehead.

«How are you feeling?»

Kael knew Saba didn’t expect an answer, but he wished he could answer anyway. There was so much that he wanted to say. Dacien had told him about his mother and that she had been here only days before to see him. He wanted to ask about her, to see her again. He longed to use his legs, to walk and be able to take care of himself.

Saba’s soft words interrupted Kael’s thoughts. «I’ve just returned from the Royal Palace at Orud. Maeryn agreed to help me meet with the High Council and tell them about Magnus and the others.»

Kael raised his eyebrows.

«It took some convincing, but in the end, they believed us. Unfortunately, I failed to anticipate that Magnus would also have someone in the Council that he could control. As we were addressing the Council members, I recognized Rainer. I called him out and he took another Council member hostage. And then, before he could be apprehended, he killed his hostage and escaped.»

Saba took a seat on a nearby chair. «

tragic,» he mused. «But it was more effective than any of our words, and made it completely obvious that we were telling the truth.»

Kael’s heartbeat quickened in his chest at Saba’s words.

«And you’ll be happy to know,» Saba continued, «that Dacien has been reinstated to the position of General

temporarily, of course. As we speak, he is on his way back to Leoran to communicate the new ruling.»

Kael’s frustration was mounting. He needed desperately to talk, but his body failed him.

«Meanwhile, the council has sent out dispatches to take Magnus and the others into custody and bring them back for a trial. It is risky, but I believe we have taken the proper precautions to ensure that they won’t try to resist.» Saba paused, looking concerned as he noticed Kael’s agitation. «I’m sorry. I know it must be difficult for you. But understand that sometimes a diplomatic approach can be more effective. I think you’ll be happy with the results. Anyway, I just wanted you to know that I’m back. Try to get some rest and I’ll come check on you in a while.» With that, Saba left the room and closed the door behind him.

Kael was furious at his situation. He was helpless. He had never explained to Saba, or anyone, that his enemies could communicate with each other without words. Kael didn’t know how close in proximity to each other they had to be. Is it like talking, where you have to be within earshot? He didn’t know. But there was a possibility that Dacien, and the other dispatches were riding straight into a trap. With Rainer’s escape, Magnus and the others likely already know what is happening behind their backs in Orud. And here, on this bed, Kael was a prisoner in his own body.

He screamed in his mind, and willed his legs to move. But it was no use. After several minutes, his temper subsided in the face of his helplessness. His breathing calmed and he felt exhausted. He stared up at the timber ceiling for a long time, his mind blank.

And then a memory drifted into his thoughts. He remembered the sensation, the fear, of falling from the cliffs at the monastery. It seemed to last an eternity. The wind rushed past his face, his clothes threatened to rip apart as he fell faster and faster. It was in that moment that his abilityor whatever it wascame into focus. It was the first time that he pushed the feeling out and away from his body. He could feel the waves of the ocean hundreds of feet beneath him. And he reached out and pushed back at them. It took all his strength, but he slowed his fall just enough to keep himself from being torn to pieces as he hit the water.

If I was able to push my focus away from myself, why couldn’t I do the opposite? Why couldn’t I focus inwardly?

The thought was intriguing. He hadn’t tried to focus his senses since he was injured. It was enough for him to just keep breathing each day. But now he was determined to free himself of this bondage and for the first time in many months, he was hopeful.

He drew in a deep breath and tried to calm his thoughts, and the familiar sensation came easily. Without being able to physically feel his body, his senses compensated somewhat. The effect was similar to falling asleep on your arm and then waking up to find it numb. There was a sensation of the weight of his body and the pressure it exerted upon the bed, but it lacked the life that it should have had. Nevertheless, Kael focused his sense on his legs. He pushed it to inspect his legs, and then his skin. The feeling was odd, as if each hair follicle was a tree, towering above him. The texture of his skin appeared wrinkled, but in a systematic pattern, with groves running in all directions, with hair sprouting from the intersections.

Deeper. There’s nothing wrong with my skin. The problem is deeper.

He pushed his sense harder and focused below the skin. He descended layer upon layer through his skin and into the muscles of his thigh. What he saw fascinated him. Hundreds and thousands of tiny fibers ran through his muscles. They pulsed in a unified rhythm. It took a second to realize that it was his heart beat that caused the pulsing. He focused in on one particular fiber and could sense the blood moving through it, like a miniature river driven in time by his heart. He pushed farther and located bone and the connective tissue of his knee where the two met. It was all so intricate and complex.

Time passed quickly as Kael explored the construction of his body. In the back of his mind, he considered that he might be wasting time. But another part of him felt that what he was doing was essential. He had to understand how things were supposed to work before he could recognize where something was broken.

He explored from his toes to his chest before Saba came back into the room.

«Oh my goodness,» Saba exclaimed, rushing to Kael.

Kael felt the pressure as Saba wiped a cloth across his face. «Your nose is bleeding,» he said, trying to clean the mess.

But Kael just smiled. He didn’t care. He felt as though he had regained a small sense of dignity. He might actually be able to do something for himself, something that would allow him his freedom.

«Are you hungry?» Saba asked, his forehead wrinkled with concern.

Kael blinked no.

«

thirsty?»

Kael blinked yes.

Saba quickly brought water and slowly poured some between Kael’s parched lips, offering some much needed refreshment. «There,» he said when he was finished. «Are you feeling alright?»

Kael blinked yes.

«I’m concerned about the bleeding. I think I’ll stay close by for a while.»

Kael blinked no, and Saba almost missed it. Instead, he turned back to Kael. «What do you mean? Do you want me to leave?»

Kael blinked yes.

Saba rubbed his chin and exhaled. «I’ll be back in half an hour to check on you,» he said, then turned and left the room, leaving the door cracked a few inches.

Kael greatly appreciated Saba’s care, but right now it felt like a distraction. He had much work to do and wanted to get back to it. As soon as he was able, he calmed himself and resumed his inspection. His chest cavity was fascinating with its heart and lungs. Afterwards, he inspected his arms and found them to be similar to his legs.

Disappointment began to set in as his inspection neared completion and everything seemed to be in working order. What is wrong with me then? He let his focus drift out so that he could sense his whole body, then the bed, then the room. It was like stretching a cramped muscle. After a few moments, he started focusing inward again and tried to push farther than before, wondering if he had missed something. He focused past the skin, past the muscles, past the bones, and kept pushing smaller and smaller. Suddenly, a whole new world opened to him. Vast arrays of tiny fibers surrounded him, pulsating with flashes of light like shooting stars.

What is this? These aren’t veins carrying blood.

The fibers were bundled in some places like bales of straw, in other places they were connected in erratic patterns like the threads of a spider’s web. Kael noticed that the bundles became denser as he moved deeper into his body. He followed them until he arrived at his spine, where the fibers seemed to braid themselves into larger strands and wrap around the spine. It was an amazing sensation to behold, like watching millions of tiny threads weave themselves in and out of a garment, glowing and shimmering with light.

Kael followed these strange threads up his spine toward his head. Then he stopped as a strange notion occurred to him. From his perspective, his sight, his hearing, his taste, and even his voice, when it worked, all emanated from his head. As he thought about it, it seemed that his thoughts and everything that made him who he was, was located in his head. His other sense was no different. And this was why he hadn’t yet inspected his head. It seemed illogical to use something as a tool to inspect itself. But it was the only place left.

A smile came to his face as he refocused and followed his spine upwards where it connected to a mass of flesh that he was completely unfamiliar with, folds of what looked like skin lumped together to fill the inside of his skull. He focused tighter, and suddenly activity was bursting all around. Lights flashed and jumped throughout the folds, weaving inside and across from place to place. As he focused smaller and smaller, he saw more and more. It quickly became overwhelming and he had to pull back a little in order to gain some perspective. Then he realized something.

Moving back to where his spine entered this strange place, he realized that there wasn’t nearly as much activity. He pushed his focus smaller into the flesh and realized that something was definitely wrong. The folds of flesh seemed to have a different texture than what he had seen before. They seemed dull and damaged. There was only an occasional flash of light.

Kael instantly remembered the feeling when Magnus caught hold of him at the Palace. He felt like a farmer trying to shield his crops from a hail storm. He looked again at the damage before him and realized that this was the crop, ruined, damaged by Magnus’ assault. Kael followed the wreckage back to the spine and the bundles of fibers and now noticed that some weren’t flashing or glowing. They remained dull. As he followed them back down his spine and into his body, he quickly lost track of them as they spread out to various extremities.

Kael suddenly felt very weak and tired. He had pushed himself farther than ever before, giving no consideration to his condition. He released his hold on his sense and slowly became aware that Saba was in the room again. Before Kael fell asleep, he could feel a cool sensation on his mouth as Saba wiped the blood from under his nose.

Chapter 6

Borne by the wind, the ship cut through the warm waters off the coast of Bastul. As he was accustomed, Magnus instructed the captain to circle around the reflective circular wall and approach it from the southeast, so as not to damage the hull on the various underwater barricades. The Orud vessel slowed as it approached the gate, which slid sideways to reveal a straight path into the interior of the fortress. The crew had abandoned their Orud uniforms only minutes ago, keeping up with appearances during the majority of the trip. This was the first time that an Orud ship had breached this wall and it made Magnus a little uncomfortable, though the trespass was forgivable under the circumstances.

It took only minutes to dock the ship. Magnus leaped across the gap between the deck and the dock, too impatient to wait for the crew to make the usual preparations. Ukiru was close behind. The two quickly made their way across the docks and onto land, disappearing into the cave entrance into the dark, mountainous island that sat at the center of the secret fortress. Into the bowels of the earth they descended, their senses heightened with anticipation.

Magnus tightened his grip on the cloth-wrapped bundle in his hands and quickened his steps as he made his way down the spiral stairs. In thirty minutes, the two reached the entrance to the high temple and stepped from the glossy stone of the massive arched passage onto the sand floor of the temple. The cavern before them could have fit a small village, but was silent as a tomb, which only seemed fitting under the circumstances.

Striding across the temple floor, Magnus and Ukiru came to a stop at one of the two bridges that rose from the sand to cross the moat of dark water and end at the stone dais in the center of the room. Ukiru stayed on the sand, while Magnus traversed the bridge, stopping cautiously just before the perimeter of the dais.

Unwrapping the bundle, he gripped the hilt of the sword and let the cloths fall to his feet. The sword, a stunning sight, caught what little light was available inside the cavern and reflected it into hundreds of dazzling beams. Though the form was not familiar to Magnus, he knew Ukiru understood it well. It was an ancient treasure to his people and had been the inspiration for their unique ways. The handle was long, roughly two and a half times the width of one’s fist, allowing a two-handed grip with room to spare. There was no guard to separate the hilt from the blade, only a smooth transition where the handle flattened and became the dangerous end of the weapon. Magnus marveled at the beauty, for he knew that in his hands he held a piece of history.

As he had been instructed, he extended the weapon in front of him, over the edge of the dais and waited. Ukiru held his breath, not knowing what to expect. This event had been many years in the making, and now it was here.

Minutes passed and nothing happened. Magnus pulled back his hand and looked at the sword expecting something more to happen. Then he held it out again and waited. The faint whistling of wind could be heard from far away, but it only served to emphasize the silence in the cavern.

Magnus took a few steps backward and raised both his hands, closing his eyes. Then his body shook violently with a jolt, then went still. When he opened his eyes, they were cloudy in appearance and when he moved, his mannerisms were strangely altered, as if he was nothing more than clothing worn by someone else.

Magnus turned the sword over in his hands and inspected it, running his fingers along the flat of the blade. Then, flying into a rage, he squeezed the handle until his knuckles turned white and threw the sword across the moat, where is landed in the sand. Spinning on his heels, he glared back at Ukiru.

«You fool,» he shouted. «It is a fake. Are you not able to carry out even the simplest of tasks?» Then Magnus’ body shook again and suddenly, he looked fatigued. He stepped carefully down the bridge with his legs trembling.

Ukiru went to his side and grabbed his arm, lending support.

«I

apologize for

«

Ukiru dismissed it with a wave of his free hand.

Magnus stopped, grateful for not having to explain himself.

«Let’s go back to the surface; the fresh air will do you good,» Ukiru said.

It was a long walk back, seemingly longer than before when they were anticipating the fulfillment of their goals. Ukiru was right. The fresh sea air seemed to revitalize Magnus. After moments of silence, he gained enough strength to talk.

«It looked exactly as he described it,» Magnus explained.

Ukiru nodded in agreement. «No craftsmen, no matter how skilled, could make such a replica from memory. This rules out the possibility that it was just

art, or some likeness of the real thing. It must have been crafted as a decoy, while the real one was still in his possession.

clever bastard!»

«

indeed» Magnus agreed. «So the real one was either hidden or taken out of the fortress city. Which means that it could be anywhere.»

«So what do we do now?» Ukiru asked.

«I don’t know,» Magnus replied, realizing that it had been many years since he had ever said those words. «Everything we have worked for has led to this moment.»

As the sun began to set, Magnus rose to his feet. «I must tell the others,» he said, closing his eyes. His lips began to move slowly as he explained the situation to the remaining members of their group hundreds of miles away.

Ukiru wished he knew what Magnus was saying. He had to fight the temptation to feel envious of the bond that Magnus shared with the other young men. But he was already far too old by the time he had met Magnus. This skill could only be taught to the young, and for this reason, Ukiru was always going to be an outsider. He contented himself with the knowledge that the things he had taught the boys were something that Magnus would not be able to share in. Granted, Magnus was an accomplished warrior, but he would never experience what Ukiru shared with the boys. They really did receive the best of each of us.

Magnus drew in a deep breath and opened his eyes, breaking the silence. «

good news,» he said, turning to Ukiru. «Berit is on his way here and he says that he brings a gift

one that will solve our problem.»

Ukiru raised his eyebrows, waiting for an explanation.

«He’ll be here in a few days,» Magnus replied. «Then we’ll have our answer.»

On the morning of the fourth day since their arrival, Magnus and Ukiru were summoned to the observation deck. From this vantage point, they could see a small Orud messenger ship moving in quickly from the north. Magnus gave the authorization to open the gate for this vessel and then descended quickly to the lower levels of the elaborate docking attached to the inside of the wall. Circling the perimeter of the island, they found Berit’s ship just as it was being docked.

The crew scrambled to bring in the sails and secure the ship to the dock. As soon as the plank was dropped, Berit came across holding a long wooden box with intricate carvings along its length. His close-cropped blonde hair reflected the morning sunlight coming from the east.

Magnus extended his hand and the two greeted each other. Then Berit looked to Ukiru and bowed slightly. Ukiru returned the gesture.

Magnus gestured for Berit to follow him as he walked toward the mountain. «And what is this gift you spoke of?» he asked.

Berit simply handed the long wooden box to Magnus. «While taking inventory of the Orud treasury, I came across an ancient manuscript documenting items that had been confiscated from our enemies during the early years. Much of it was ordinary family heirlooms, gold and silver goblets and the like. But one item stood out in particular. The author described it as a crude scepter made entirely of glass.»

Magnus stopped and turned to Berit with a smile on his face, then looked down to the box he held in his hands. He quickly untied the leather thong and removed the cap, tilting the box so that the contents slid out into his other hand. Then, unwrapping the scarlet cloth, he unveiled an item that matched Berit’s description. It was about five feet in length, and looked as though it was the gnarled branch of a crystalline tree. It shimmered in the morning light and the clarity was otherworldly.

Ukiru remembered the replica sword and felt slightly embarrassed that he had ever taken it to be authentic, although he had never looked upon something like this before. Words couldn’t describe its beauty.

Magnus clearly felt the same way, holding it up to the light and admiring the fact that it was much lighter than it appeared. «Let us not delay,» he said confidently, continuing toward the mountain entrance. For a second time, Magnus and Ukiru descended into the mountain with a prized possession. Berit followed close behind, knowing that he had saved them all.

Ukiru and Berit held their breath as they stood in the sand. Magnus, standing on the bridge before the altar, raised the staff above his head, holding it with both hands. His body shuddered and then was still, standing with an awkward posture. Then, he extended the staff over the edge of the dais.

In an instant, a shimmering streak shot upward like a flash of lightning. But the image didn’t disappear; it hovered above them, towering up toward the roof of the cavern, suspended by an unknown force. A faint bluish glow emanated from the dais, bathing the cavern in its luminosity. The light then focused itself into a funnel and began to pull inward until it disappeared.

Magnus’ body went limp and dropped to the bridge.

Ukiru and Berit rushed forward, and lifted Magnus to his feet. He was alive, but he had no strength and couldn’t stand on his own. «Let’s get him to a bed,» Ukiru grunted, heaving Magnus’ muscular frame away from the dais.

Chapter 7

The damage was so extensive, that at first Kael didn’t know where to start. But after a thorough examination of the surrounding tissue, Kael thought he understood what the damaged area was supposed to look like. And just as he had pushed himself away from the ocean when escaping the monastery, he tried to move things around and repair what had been done.

The first attempts met with failure, but then he stumbled across something by accident. He found that if he focused his sense in a different way, the stimulation caused his body to repair itself. His efforts turned from putting pressure on things, to creating an environment where it happened naturally.

Naturally, he laughed to himself. There’s nothing natural about this.

It was slow, but effective. After only a week, Kael regained his ability to move his feet. It was an amazing feeling to have gained back some small measure of control. After this first achievement, Kael inspected his body again and learned a great deal about how things were supposed to work. He likened it to clearing debris out of a river. Once it was cleared, the water flowed uninhibited. The strange fibers that were dull and lifeless now pulsed with energy that could be traced all the way down his legs to his toes.

This caused Kael to think carefully about prioritizing his recovery. All he needed was time, but what abilities were most important? He finally decided that being able to communicate would do him more good than anything. So he studied his vocal chords and the fibers that connected them to the damaged part of his head. The complexity was so great that it was impossible to tell for sure if he was working in the right area, but he started with his best guess.

It had been over a week since the incident, and still no word from the All Powerful. It was as if he had disappeared. Usually, Magnus could summon him at will and he would be there as a voice in his mind. Now, there was nothing but silence. At first, it was a relief. For as many years as he could remember, the All Powerful had been there, speaking thoughts into his mind. It had turned out to be profitable for Magnus, but the cost had been equally as great. Every day Magnus struggled to yield to this being who sought complete control over his life. Sometimes, he wondered why he had been chosen. Then, he remembered that he had sought it out. It was he who had gone searching for the darker things of this world. It was he who had been intrigued by the legends of the Kaliel and their practices. No, I wasn’t chosen; I volunteered.

But after several long days, he began to worry that something had gone terribly wrong. He had forsaken everything in order to make his way to the temple and perform the task that the All Powerful had given him. However, the outcome was not as expected. As time passed slowly, he decided that he must move ahead as though nothing had happened. His carefully constructed plan to rule the Empire was fraying around the edges and he needed desperately to tie up the loose ends. He had already given instructions to Coen to move the naval forces. The Orud dispatches would have reached him first, and this move would buy him some time. But there was no plausible excuse to move Soren’s forces in the east. The soldiers were committed to fighting the Korgan and it didn’t make sense to distract them from their objective.

Magnus drew in a deep breath and looked out over the ocean, forcing his mind to comprehend what had transpired in the past few days. Maeryn and the old man had put him in a difficult position, and it angered him greatly. The first thought that came to mind was that he could kill the dispatches before they reached their destination. But their disappearance would only validate the accusations in the minds of the Council members. They might skip the trial altogether and revoke his position. He needed the Council in his pocket because they were crucial to controlling the citizens. And he couldn’t allow the dispatches to reach their destination, because their message would undermine the authority of Soren and Coen with their subordinates. And if they all went back to Orud to stand trial, as the Council wanted, there was no way to explain away the accusations.

As Magnus reviewed his limited options, he realized that the only way out of this mess was to kill the dispatches, then return to Orud and do the same to the remaining Council members. This, of course, would certainly start a riot, for the citizens would not tolerate another change in the structure of their leadership. It would be completely transparent what was happening. But then Magnus would allow the Korgan to break through and invade the eastern half of the Empire. The threat of death had a way of focusing people’s concerns on things that really mattered. It would be ugly, but in the end, he would still have control of the Empire and eventually life would return to some semblance of normality.

«Ukiru,» he called.

The assassin rose from his meditative position and turned around.

«Prepare my ship. We will leave immediately to intercept the Orud dispatch that will be looking for me in the south.»

Ukiru nodded, then walked down the stone stairs leading away from the mouth of the volcano upon which Magnus stood. It was a great vantage point, allowing one to see the entire fortress and surrounding ocean from one place.

Magnus closed his eyes and prepared himself for another communication to his subjects. As he was accustomed, he quieted his thoughts and emotions, and focused solely on the presence of others that could hear and understand him. But something was different this time. Where there was once clarity in feeling the presence of the others, there was now a great deal of confusion. Something was blocking his mind. He focused on the source of this confusion and realized that something was happening below him, in the mountain.

«Ukiru,» he called, waving for him to come back, then turned and descended the steps that spiraled from the top of the mountain into the dark hole running down its center. The path, which Magnus rarely traveled, took him along the inside of a fifty foot wide shaft that bored through the middle of the volcano. It was a mystery as to who was capable of constructing such a thing, and without the aid of modern tools. Even if Magnus were to attempt such a feat, he didn’t know a single stone mason capable of the mastery evidenced in the High Temple.

After the first hundred feet, the shaft became very dark and the descending steps were almost invisible. Ukiru was only a few steps behind and now the two picked their way carefully down the stairs. After another hundred feet, the stairs ended and the path turned to the left, burrowing into the side of the shaft. It was pitch black inside the cave and Magnus let Ukiru take the lead as he had always proven to be quite agile where others failed. Following Ukiru, Magnus felt the passage begin to veer to the right and descend once more. Eventually, the wall on the right side of the passage opened, and he could see across the cavern of the temple, lit along its perimeter with wall torches. They were still fifty feet above the floor, descending the stairs that were carved into the cavern wall.

Magnus looked over toward the altar and noticed that it seemed different somehow, but he couldn’t place it. As soon as their feet touched the sand, they started to run.

Berit had also realized that something was happening. He appeared in the doorway on the other side of the temple, carrying a torch in his hand, and quickly made his way to the center of the room.

It didn’t take long to realize why the dais looked different. As soon as he reached the foot bridge, Magnus could see that a section of the shimmering streak of light that remained suspended in the air above the altar was blotted out by a shadow.

not a shadow

a dark shape

It was about ten feet in length and roughly the width of a man, suspended above the surface of the dais, and rotating slowly. In the faint light of the cavern, it was impossible to make out any features, but it looked somewhat like a cocoon, slightly thicker on the top and narrowing at the bottom.

Magnus and Ukiru stood on one side of the dais, afraid to set foot on it. Berit was on the opposite side, having approached from the other foot bridge.

«What is it?» Berit whispered.

The surface of the shape began to undulate like something rigid moving beneath a skin. Magnus watched in fascination as the cocoon began to open, stretching and expanding outward, unraveling like the blossoming of a flower.

Suddenly, it burst open into a flurry of angled, leathery wings and sharp limbs. A deafening screech exploded in Magnus’ ears and he was thrown backward by the force. As his body landed on the footbridge, every torch in the cavern blew out at the same instant. Magnus grasped both sides of his head, trying to cover his ears from the sound, only to find that it resonated inside his head, as well as outside. A rush of images flashed through his mind; memories of recent events that were being extracted. They moved too fast for comprehension. Magnus simply yielded to the overwhelming experience.

At last, when his mind was exhausted, the pain stopped, and was followed by a deafening silence. It took several minutes for Magnus to regain control of himself. And when he could formulate a thought, he realized that the All Powerful had returned. Like the smaller rumblings after an earthquake, he could hear a question echoing in his mind.

{What is the state of my kingdom?}

Magnus realized that he had already answered, or rather, the answer had just been taken from him. He struggled to his feet and could see that Berit and Ukiru were still on the ground, unmoving. He could sense that the All Powerful was still inside the cavern, but couldn’t see him. Suddenly, he felt an intense fear of his failings with the Empire and of retribution from his master. He felt completely helpless. Then, just as the emotion threatened to drive him mad, the solution was forced into his mind.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a swift movement. Before he could react, a dark creature sped low across the cavern floor toward him. It expanded its wings at the last second, then shot skyward through the opening in the cavern ceiling, drawing a vortex of sand in its wake.

Magnus covered his eyes and crouched to the ground, cowering in fear.

In the silence that followed, Ukiru and Berit regained consciousness and slowly rose to their feet. They both looked to Magnus with questioning eyes.

«We’re going back to Orud,» he said simply.

Dacien pulled on the reins and his horse slowed to a trot. The other nine men with him followed his lead as the group descended into the valley. Scanning the terrain, he identified a suitable place to make camp for the nighta small stand of pines at the base of a rock outcropping. Dacien pointed to it as the second in command pulled up alongside of him.

«Over there,» he said to the man. «I’m going to ride on to the next ridge and scout our passage for tomorrow while there is still daylight.»

«We’ll have something on the fire by the time you get back,» the man replied, then led his horse to the right. The other eight men followed him.

Dacien spurred his horse onward and it sped up to a trot. The valley was like everything else the group had seen in the past weeks. The dry terrain was spotted with clusters of brush and groupings of pine trees. Occasionally, they would pass a small stream like the one running through the middle of this valley. Without many obstacles, they had made good time, their progress only slowing when they had to navigate a difficult mountain range.

The sun was just above the horizon and shining directly into his face, but it would drop quickly, so Dacien didn’t have much time. Cresting the hill on the southwest side of the valley, he stopped as soon as the brush and rocks afforded him a view of the land. His view was somewhat limited and he had to dismount and climb the rocks. It took more time, but gave him a chance to stretch his legs. When he had found an unobstructed view, Dacien sat down on a large boulder and rested.

Peering out over the land, he could see that tomorrow’s ride would be easy, but the last mountain range separating him from Leoran was going to be a challenge. As he studied the valleys, choosing tomorrow’s passage, he noted some movement on the horizon.

At first he thought it to be a bird, but as he watched, he realized the proportion was wrong. It was actually much bigger and farther away, but moving quickly. Dacien moved off the rocks and underneath a tangle of brush and continued to watch with curiosity. His horse whinnied and he quickly looked to see that it was shifting uncomfortably, yet staying where he left it.

Looking back to the sky, he shielded his eyes from the afternoon sun that had now just touched the horizon. The intense orange light flooded his vision and made his eyes water as he scanned the sky. Finally, he located the dark shape about a hundred yards out to the southwest, heading straight for him. The thing, whatever it was, was as large as a man and dark as midnight. Its wings, which were sharply angled like a bat, moved effortlessly and carried it along with such speed that it would have outrun the fastest horse.

Dacien shrank back into the brush and held completely still. In just a few seconds, it had closed the distance. The thing passed swiftly overhead with an eerie howling of the wind. And in an instant it was gone. Dacien crawled out from the brush and stood up, but couldn’t see more than twenty feet in the direction it had flown. He quickly made his way down the rocks to his horse and mounted up, turning back toward their camp. Once out from behind the rocks and brush, he caught a glimpse of the dark shape again. It was already over the far end of the valley.

Suddenly, its wings folded back and it dove downward into the valley with increasing speed, like a hawk descending to attack a snake. Dacien realized with a panic that his men were in that part of the valley. He dug his heels in and his horse broke into a run.

Darkness was rapidly choking out the last rays of daylight. The horse’s hooves dug into the dry earth as Dacien watched the terrain carefully in the fading light. Then, smoke began to rise from the horizon and Dacien knew that his camp had been attacked. When he was two hundred yards out he saw the black creature rise into the sky and turn due north. It flapped its wings faster and picked up tremendous speed, disappearing over the valley’s ridge to the north.

The creature had been headed east, and with the change in direction, Dacien knew instantly that the attack had been deliberate. He pushed on toward his camp trying to comprehend what had just happened. He had never seen such a thing in all his life. A winged creature as big as a man? He couldn’t believe it.

When he arrived at the camp in the twilight his worst fears were realized. Though he had seen death all his life as a soldier, he wasn’t able to stomach the sight. Arms and legs were strewn about the campsite. The horses had been killed, as well, though not with the same vengeance as his men. Someone had tripped over the fire in the struggle and scattered the wood, sending smoke into the air. A severed head lay by itself, twenty feet from the center of camp.

Dacien had seen a man beheaded when he was a young soldier of sixteen years. It was a surreal experience and never really bothered him, as the man had been tried and convicted of murder. But this sight was very real and very grotesque, and this had been one of his own men. Dacien leaned over the side of his horse as his stomach heaved, but nothing came out.

When he recovered himself, Dacien realized that he was all alone now. The attack had been deliberate, he was sure. But what was the motivation? He could think of nothing except that they were headed to Leoran under a change in leadership. Is Magnus associated with this?

Dacien searched through his saddlebags and found the official communication from the Council, its seal still intact. He put it back where he found it, then pulled on the reins, turning his horse back to the west. Leaning down, he said quietly, «We still have a long way to go.» Then he nudged the horse with his heels and resumed his journey to Leoran.

Chapter 8

Far north of Orud, on a small island off the coast of Suppard, a violent storm was raging. Wind drove the rain hard into the earth, while the ocean swelled and pounded the cliffs on the southeast side with large waves that threatened to break the rocks. Hundreds of feet above the ocean surface sat a stone and wood monastery that had stood the test of time, weathering thousands of storms just like this.

In the pulsing flashes from the lightning strikes, a large winged creature dropped from the sky and touched-down just in front of the main entrance. Folding its wings inward, it wrapped its body as with a cloak. Then it began to walk forward. From a distance, it would have appeared as a very tall man, but nothing could have been farther from the truth.

The creature extended its left hand forward and the thick wooden doors into the main dining hall opened effortlessly. The creature ducked under the doorway and walked into the hall, turning to the right where a fireplace was set inside the wall. Again, it lifted its left hand and a portion of the stone wall next to the fireplace swung inward with a deep, grating sound. The creature entered the passage and descended an unlit stone staircase. The smell of the sea hung thick in the air, as if the door hadn’t been opened in decades.

Following the passage, the dark figure descended more than a hundred feet into the earth. Had it followed the passage to its end, it would have seen a cavern at the base of the cliffs, large enough for ships to enter. Instead, it stopped and turned east at a narrow cave that most would have mistaken for a dead end. Twenty feet from the main passage was a small iron door, bolted shut and partially obstructed by rocks and earth that had collapsed.

The creature extended its hand and the debris began to move aside. Had anyone found this door, it would have been useless to try and open it. Aside from the large bolts permanently holding the door against its frame, there were other, more ancient methods of keeping the contents of this room undisturbed.

Placing its hand on the door, the dark figure moved its lips and spoke unintelligible words of a forgotten language. A loud metallic clank rang out, filling the small passage, followed by the escape of air from around the door. Suddenly, the door fell inward to land with a thunderous crash amid a cloud of dust.

When the air settled, the creature walked into the room. The space was a perfect cube, thirty feet across in all directions. At the center of the room sat a very large stone box decorated with intricate carvings, inlaid with all manner of precious stones. It might have looked like a sarcophagus, but for the fact that it was twenty feet in length, taking up most of the space of the room.

The dark figure walked to the stone box, moving with an unearthly gait, as if the force of gravity had no effect on its body. It laid its hand on the box that sat six feet from the floor, and began to walk around it, whispering strange words as it moved. When it had completed one revolution, it stopped at the foot of the box.

«Arise, my son, from your ancient sleep,» it spoke aloud. «Arise, great hunter of men, eater of their flesh. Arise to a new world.»

After a moment, there was movement from inside the stone box. The lid, which measured a full foot in thickness, unmovable by any man, slid to the side to reveal a small opening. Slowly, an enormous hand of dark flesh came from the opening, its fingers curling around the lip of the sarcophagus. The skin had slight green undertones, more pronounced underneath the fingernails. In form, they closely resembled the hands of a human, but much larger.

Then, the room was filled with emotions of sadness and confusion, wordless communication coming from the coffin.

«

not yet my son,» answered the winged creature. «But I have found you a prey worthy of your skills. His name is Kael and he is not far from here.»

The great hand lifted and turned, grasping the lid. Then, with unbelievable force, the lid flew from the sarcophagus and smashed against the wall.

Chapter 9

Ukiru stood at the bow of Magnus’ ship looking out over the waters. He was aware of someone’s presence behind him, but kept his eyes on the horizon.

«Something troubles you,» Magnus stated from behind.

Ukiru waited until Magnus reached the railing beside him. Never one for wasted words, he got right to the point. «I wish to be released from my obligations.»

Magnus took a deep breath, but was silent for a few seconds.

Ukiru wondered what was going through Magnus’s mind. Almost on a daily basis, he had the opportunity to escape. But Magnus was the only person that he’d ever met who could either stop him, or had the means to hunt him down. For that was the essence of their relationship. Ukiru was indebted to someone who was powerful enough to enforce it. And so Ukiru was forced to appeal to Magnus’ desire to keep up the current arrangement.

When Magnus spoke, his voice betrayed the emotions of someone who had few friends. «I have been pleased with your work. And I believe you have more than fulfilled your part of our agreement

but he will never let it happen. No one can ever leave.» Magnus’ voice was barely above a whisper.

«My agreement was with you, not this

this demon. In all these years, I never believed in the things you did. And I didn’t have to; I just had to instruct the boys to do so. But you were wrong about him. He is not the god you worshipped; he is something much worse. And I don’t want to have any part of it.»

Magnus sighed. «I know. But with him, there is no distinction between what is his and what is yours. Even with Maeryn

« Magnus trailed off, his voice starting to shake.

Ukiru looked over to his master, seeing for the first time the man’s own struggles.

Magnus’ face visibly hardened. «Everything is his! I’m sorry, my friend, but we both have only one choice in this matter.» He turned from the railing and walked away without waiting for a response.

Ukiru looked back to the water, anger boiling in his blood. It seemed that he couldn’t escape a life of obligation to someone else, whether it was his childhood elders or his current situation. It seemed impossible to get away from it. But Ukiru wasn’t like anyone else

he never was. When something was impossible, he found a way. And that thought was both challenging and comforting.

Ukiru closed his eyes and breathed in the salty air, calming his mind and body as he had instructed his students so many times.

«Saba!» Kael yelled from his bed.

Seconds later, Saba burst into the room, his eyes wide with wonder. «Kael?»

«They’re all walking into a trap.»

«Kael, you’re talking.»

«Never mind that,» Kael replied. «You have to listen to me. The dispatches that the Council sent out, even Dacien, are all walking into a trap.»

«What do you mean?» Saba asked.

«Magnus, and Soren, and all the others

They can talk to each other without using words. They can read each other’s thoughts. I know it sounds strange, but you have to trust me. Magnus knows everything that Rainer heard you say. Magnus knows what you’re trying to do, which means that the messengers are in danger, and so is Dacien.»

«Shh,» Saba said, calmingly. «You don’t have to worry. Coen has already been brought in. Soren’s on his way. They didn’t resist. We made sure that they knew they’d have a revolt on their hands if they didn’t comply. The citizens won’t tolerate any more scandalous behavior from their leaders.»

«Oh,» Kael replied, stunned. «Are you sure?»

«Yes,» Saba replied calmly. «Coen is sitting in a jail cell as we speak. Magnus was farther away than anyone, so it has taken more time to reach him. I’ve never heard of people being able to do what you say, but it doesn’t matter. We assumed that Rainer escaped the city and that he would get to Magnus before we could.»

Kael breathed a heavy sigh.

«But look at you,» Saba exclaimed. «You’re talking

that’s amazing!»

Kael smiled. «I have a lot of work to do, but it’s good to have my voice back. Saba?»

«Yes?» he answered.

«I want to thank you for saving my life, for taking care of me. I know it isn’t a pleasant thing to care for a grown man in this way

changing my bedclothes as if I was an infant.»

Saba held up his hand in protest. «I’ve seen worse things. Besides, this is what friends do for each other.»

Kael smiled, and blinked as a few tears rolled down the side of his face. He turned his eyes from Saba and looked to the ceiling, which was a sight that had long ago become familiar. «I need a change of scenery,» he said. «Can you take me outside?»

«Of course,» Saba replied. «Let me fetch some help.»

Two days later, Saba loaded Kael into a cart and they rode down the mountain, through the small village, and stopped at the narrow inlet that led to the eastern bay of Orud. There, with the help of some villagers, Saba put Kael aboard his small sailing vessel and the two set out for Orud. Kael had gained some movement in his arms, but not enough to be of any use. The rest of his upper body and all of his lower body remained paralyzed.

Clouds began to move in quickly from the north and, by midday, rain was falling steadily. Saba manned the sails and tried to keep his bearings in the low visibility. Occasionally, he looked to Kael to make sure that he was alright. Usually, Kael just lay still with his eyes closed, whether or not he was sleeping. Saba was greatly relieved that Kael could now speak. It would have been more than awkward to go before the High Council only to have the primary witness unable to testify to the accusations that Saba had made against the Emperor.

By mid-afternoon the rain had stopped and patches of sky were visible between dark gray clouds. The shoreline to the west began to show signs of civilization, with the occasional dock or small living structure close to the water’s edge. Saba estimated that they were approaching the main docks in Orud.

Saba turned to check on Kael who was now sitting upright and smiling. «Are you ready to bear witness against these people?» he asked.

Kael’s smile disappeared. «I feel completely vulnerable like this. But under the circumstances, I guess I don’t really have a choice.»

«Don’t worry Kael. I’ll look out for you. Just tell the Council what you told me and things will work themselves out.» Saba knew it was much more complicated than that, but he was trying to be optimistic for Kael’s sake.

«Is

my mother going to be there?»

Saba made an adjustment to the sail. «She’s going to meet us at the docks.»

Kael didn’t reply and remained silent until the small boat sailed into the Orud harbor. «When is the trial?»

Saba kept his eyes ahead, navigating the narrow channels through the myriad of floating wooden structures which anchored boats of various sizes. «It’s set to begin tomorrow, though the High Council will likely want to meet with us this evening to make sure that we are still prepared to give our testimony.»

«Is that her?» Kael asked, looking off to the left at a carriage waiting where the wooden platform connected to the shoreline.

«Yes,» Saba replied as he dropped the sails and fastened them to the mast. Then, he carefully rowed the small boat into an empty space at the dock. Kael looked impatient as Saba secured the boat to the dock.

Within minutes they were joined by Maeryn and two of her assistants who helped to lift Kael out of the boat. «Mother,» Kael said simply.

Maeryn smiled and stepped forward, touching Kael’s face. Then she put her arms gently around him and held him tight.

Kael didn’t know what to do, so he just raised his arms and returned the gesture. He knew that it was his mother, though she looked much older than he remembered her. But something felt much different and he was struck at once with the realization that he could never go back to the way things were when he was a child in Bastul.

«You seem to be doing much better,» she said as she finally released him.

«I have so much to tell you,» he said simply.

Maeryn smiled. «And I have much to tell you. Perhaps after

all this…we will have some time to talk.»

«I would like that,» Kael replied, as the assistants carried him toward the carriage.

The guards walked slowly as they led Magnus up the steps to the court. The two behind him made a valiant attempt to appear threatening with their spears at his back, but he could feel their fear. He liked it. It gave him strength.

When they had reached the center of the court, the two guards ahead of him diverted to either side of a stone pedestal which stood waist high. One of the men turned around and grabbed the chain that connected his shackled hands and feet, fastening it to another chain that was embedded into the top of the pedestal. Then, they slowly backed away, feeling better that Magnus was now contained.

Magnus simply smiled to himself. Soren and Coen were present, as well, also chained to their own pedestals at the center of the large room.

Councilman Calvus descended the steps which circled the perimeter of the room, and approached. «Magnus Calidon. You, your army Generals, and your naval Commander have been brought to Orud to stand trial for charges of treason of the highest order. In the presence of the Council, what do you have to say for yourself?»

«Where are my accusers and what are their charges?»

The councilman looked to the ground and walked down a few more steps. «Your accusers are expected any moment, but you will not see them until tomorrow. Their charges are that you were behind the Syvaku attacks in the west, as well as the Korgan in the east. You are accused of assassinating the former Emperor and manipulating this council into appointing you as Emperor. Furthermore, the men you appointed to positions of leadership were trained under your command and placed in secret among the various territories, awaiting just such an appointment. You are accused of leading the Resistance, which has long been an enemy of this Empire. You are even accused of leading the Kaliel which, if still in existence, would be a most reprehensible crime.»

Magnus stared at the man who seemed to enjoy the fact that he was free to move about the room while Magnus stood chained to a stone.

«Well, what response do you have to these allegations?»

Magnus looked around the room, to Soren and Coen chained in the center, to the remaining council members cowering in fear around the perimeter, to the twenty guards which stood at various strategic positions throughout the room. He looked to the arched ceiling fifty feet overhead supported by massive columns around the perimeter of the room. The sound echoed well in this room and made it easy to hear no matter where you stood.

All the better.

He turned back to stare deep into Calvus’ eyes. «If I am guilty of these accusations, I would have to be a very clever and powerful man.

a dangerous man!»

Soren and Coen smiled.

Calvus looked nervous.

«And so I have a question for you,» Magnus continued. «What type of leverage do you have against such a man?»

There was an awkward silence as Calvus looked back to the other members of the Council. But he didn’t receive any help from them. Instead, he stood speechless, unsure of how to proceed.

«Surely you wouldn’t bring such a man and his dangerous allies back into your home city unless you were positive that nothing would go wrong?»

«The citizens…,» Calvus stammered. «Th

they won’t accept

«

«Oh yes, the citizens,» Soren interrupted. «We mustn’t upset them.»

«Oh, Councilman,» Magnus said mockingly. «I wouldn’t worry too much about the citizens. Adversity has a way of

,» Magnus paused for effect. «

of bringing people together.»

«What do you mean?» Calvus asked.

A few of the other Council members came down the steps.

Magnus turned to address them. «I think I will make a deal with you. You will all support me and show me the proper respect for someone of my position. You will deliver my accusers to me and then you will make these allegations go away. You will proclaim your allegiance in public and repair the damage caused by these nasty rumors. And in return, I will not remove my armies from the eastern wall. And I will not cause the Korgan hordes to sweep across this land like a plague, to kill every man, woman, and child in this city.»

Calvus took a few steps backward, shocked by what he heard.

«It seems a fair bargain to me,» Magnus offered. He was feeling powerful now, the strength of the All Powerful coursing through him. Magnus could feel the proximity of his being and knew that he was somewhere in the Palace.

The guards moved in from the perimeter in a show of power.

Magnus laughed, and his voice echoed through the chambers. He lifted his hands and the chains fell to the ground, as did Soren’s and Coen’s. Then Magnus turned away from Calvus and faced the guards who were now moving inward. He extended both his hands, palms upward.

In an instant, the spears left the hands of the guards and launched themselves toward the center of the room, to land scattered on the ground. The soldiers all backed away as they suddenly found themselves disarmed.

«What manner of sorcery is this?» Calvus whispered.

Magnus turned back to the man and focused on him.

Calvus now felt his neck constricted and grasped with his own hands to fight the invisible force that was chocking the life from him.

«Swear your allegiance to me,» Magnus shouted. He walked steadily toward Calvus. «Swear your allegiance,» he shouted again.

Slowly, each member of the Council came out from behind the columns, and knelt to the floor. When the last one bowed, Magnus released Calvus, who promptly fell to the floor in exhaustion, fighting to regain his breath.

Magnus turned to the guards. «Bring me my accusers,» he ordered.

Maeryn sat opposite from Saba and Kael in the spacious carriage as they made their way to the Palace. It was a wonder for the three of them to be together again. Many times, she had dreamt of just such a gathering during her time in Bastul with Lemus. Eventually, she stopped dreaming because she found that it just drove her into madness. And now she was here with these two men who had ceased to be part of her life long ago. It frustrated her that they weren’t meeting under different circumstances. She could sense that this meeting was awkward for Kael and that it would take much effort to reestablish the relationship that should have come naturally, would have come naturally if they hadn’t been so violently separated years ago.

Maeryn looked out the window and recognized the tree lined avenue leading to the Palace. She had made this trip dozens of times in the past few months, but never had her heart beat so loudly in her chest. Just as expected, the trees gave way to a low stone wall topped with an ornate wrought iron fence. Magnus had told her that trees were deliberately kept well away from the Palace because they made good hiding spots and only aided invaders. The barren landscape told her that they were approaching the Palace entrance.

Glancing over to Saba, she meant to ask him if he was ready, but something about his tense expression told her otherwise. Now that she thought about it, he hadn’t said a word in the last few minutes.

«Saba?» she asked. «Is everything all right?»

Saba turned with a distant look in his eyes. «Something isn’t right.»

Maeryn smiled. «

other than the fact that we are going to bear witness before the High Council to prove that the Emperor is guilty of treason?» she said sarcastically.

Saba didn’t catch the joke, or else didn’t think it was funny. «Yes

actually,» he replied. «Something is very wrong. We have to turn around.»

«What?» Maeryn questioned, worried that he was backing out of his responsibilities.

«We can’t go in there,» Saba replied with more confidence. «Stop the carriage,» he told her.

Maeryn couldn’t believe what she was hearing. «How can we stop now? The Council is waiting for us. And this was your idea to begin with,» she said, her voice steadily growing louder.

«Please,» Saba pleaded. «Please trust me. If we go in there now, we won’t come out alive.»

Maeryn hesitated, then reached over to the front wall of the cabin and knocked twice with her hand. The jolting of the wheels over the stone pavers slowed, then eventually stopped.

Kael, who had been resting, suddenly sat upright and opened his eyes. «I feel it too,» he announced.

«Feel what?» Maeryn exclaimed with irritation.

«I’ll explain later,» Saba offered. «Just turn this carriage around and get us out of here as fast as possible.

Maeryn wrinkled her eyebrows, then leaned her head out of the window. «Driver, turn around. We’re leaving.» Just before she pulled her head back into the cabin, she caught a glimpse of the guard tower at the gate. Several guards were pointing. Two of them started running toward the carriage, while two others ran back toward the palace.

The carriage began to swing left and Maeryn ducked back into the cabin just in time to see the guards again through the window in the opposite side of the cabin. Now Kael and Saba saw the guards.

«It’s happening already,» Saba observed.

Maeryn pounded on the wall again. «Hurry up,» she shouted. Almost instantly, the carriage lurched forward before it had completed its turn. It momentarily rose up on two wheels, threatening to tip sideways. Then the wheels thudded against the stone road and they began to gain speed as they retreated from the Palace.

Maeryn turned back to Saba and Kael, and carefully sat down, trying not to lose her footing as the carriage vibrated violently. «What do we do now?» she asked, still irritated at the sudden change of plans. «Where are we going?»

Saba turned from looking out the window. «We are no longer safe in this city. Magnus has taken control of the Council, I’m sure of it. We are fugitives from this day forward.»

«How do you know this?» Maeryn asked him.

«I just do,» he answered without explanation. «I don’t know how he did it, but Magnus outsmarted us.»

«We could go to Leoran,» Kael announced.

Maeryn looked to Saba who appeared skeptical.

Kael continued. «You said yourself that Magnus didn’t have the resources to do anything with the forces there.»

Saba nodded. «I know you want to see if Dacien is alright, but we don’t even know if he made it there alive.»

«Actually,» Maeryn countered, «it’s the only option that affords us some protection. Otherwise we just hide or wander around until Magnus catches us.»

Saba and Kael were silent, considering any other possible scenarios.

Maeryn continued. «But we’ve got to go back to the harbor and get your boat. I have a few loose ends to tie up and I also have a

more sea-worthy vessel and provisions.»

Saba and Kael nodded.

Maeryn crawled over to the window and leaned out. «

to the harbor,» she shouted to the driver.

They ditched the carriage a short walk from the docks, then went the rest of the way on foot with Maeryn’s driver and two assistants carrying Kael. When they found Saba’s tiny ship, they stopped.

«Can it carry this many?» Maeryn asked Saba.

«

just,» he replied.

They boarded quickly and set a northeasterly course that took them both away from the shore and in the general direction of Maeryn’s residence. When they were two hundred yards from shore, Saba spotted a small contingent of the royal cavalry approaching the docks they had just left.

«Everyone, get out of sight,» he announced.

Maeryn dropped to the deck and hid behind the railing, while her driver remained at the rudder, the only one standing. They stayed in this posture for half an hour, until they were well out of sight. When her driver altered his course to due east, he announced that it was safe to stand.

Maeryn’s heart began to settle back into her chest as they made their way across the bay, but the sense of anticipation mixed with fear persisted. Finally, by mid-afternoon, they reached the eastern shore of the bay. Maeryn instructed her driver and assistants to move her guests over to her larger ship, which was designed for fast sailing, and to ready it with all the provisions necessary for a long trip. Then she went ashore and ran up the steps toward her house.

Aelia was in the library, as expected. She turned in surprise as Maeryn entered the room.

«Mother, why have you returned so soon?»

Maeryn walked closer to her daughter, the tears already forming in her eyes. It pained her greatly that they had been living on the run since Bastul. It wasn’t fair to Aelia. It should have been the prime of her life. At nearly twenty years of age, she should be wearing fancy clothing and being courted by the wealthy young landowners of Bastul. But that life died a long time ago. Life could just be unfair.

«Remember when we left Bastul?» she asked. «

how I couldn’t explain why at the time? And I asked you to trust me?»

«Yes,» Aelia replied cautiously, lowering her book, «What’s the matter mother? Why are you crying?»

«We have to leave again,» Maeryn whispered through lips that wavered.

After a pause, Aelia rose to her feet and drew in a deep breath. Then she smoothed out the wrinkles of her tunic and lifted her chin high. «How much time do we have?» she asked.

Her strength surprised Maeryn, and almost brought forth more tears. But she fought them back. «

not long,» she answered. «Gather whatever is absolutely necessary and meet me at the dock in a few minutes.»

Aelia tossed her book into the chair. «I’m ready,» she stated confidently. «I don’t need anything.»

Maeryn smiled, then kissed her daughter on the forehead. «I have something I must do.»

Leaving Aelia in the library, Maeryn proceeded to the back of the house and made her way to the guest house. As she had done many times since her arrival, she descended the hidden staircase into the basement lit by flickering torches. She passed through the main room which contained the models of the Empire and proceeded through the rear hall and into the communications room.

Noster was not at his usual desk, so Maeryn grabbed a quill and wrote him a note. Just as she finished, Noster walked into the room.

«M’lady

back so soon?»

Maeryn handed him the note. «This must be relayed with the highest urgency.»

Noster took the note and moved closer to a candle, squinting his eyes. Suddenly, he looked up with a puzzled look on his face. «Are you sure about this?» he asked.

«

quite,» Maeryn replied.

«

into hiding,» he mumbled to himself. «It has never been done in our entire history,» he said clearly, this time to Maeryn.

«Yes,» Maeryn replied. «But it is necessary now! Communicate these instructions or we may all find ourselves in the next life.»

«You’re leaving,» he stated.

«That’s correct. And I suggest you make yourself scarce.»

«For how long?» he asked.

«

indefinitely,» she added. «When it is safe, I will contact you.»

Noster walked over to his writing desk and set down her note. «Lady Maeryn,» he said. «If we don’t see each other again, it has been a pleasure.» He nodded his head slightly, without looking her in the eye.

Maeryn repeated the gesture. «Keep safe,» she replied, then left the room.

The ship was ready by the time Maeryn got to the dock. Aelia was sitting on a rock at the water’s edge with her feet in the water, while the others were aboard the ship. It was obvious that this would be an uncomfortable experience for her. But Maeryn had one more thing she needed to tell Aelia, and it might be received either positively or negatively.

Oh well, I have to do it some time. «Aelia,» she called. «It’s time to go.»

Her daughter shook off her feet, then made her way over to the dock where it attached to the shore. She walked quickly and when she arrived, Maeryn put her hand on Aelia’s shoulder and walked with her. «I have someone I want you to meet.»

«Who?»

Maeryn wondered if she should surprise her, then decided against it. Aelia had experienced too many surprises lately. «Do you remember when I told you about your real father, and that I had a son with him before you were born?»

«Yes,» she answered sadly. «And he died in the prison.»

Maeryn smiled. «Well, that’s what I thought until just recently. But he’s alive and he’s here with us.»

«What do you mean?» Aelia asked.

«He’s aboard that boat,» Maeryn explained. «He was taken from the prison and grew up far away from Bastul.»

After a silent pause, Aelia began to cry softly.

Maeryn felt awful for having such big secrets from her daughter, but it couldn’t be helped. She hadn’t even known about Kael until Saba told her. It must be difficult to grow up as an only child. To be chased from your home and spend your years running in fear. And then your mother tells you that there’s another child you’ve never even met.

«I’m not jealous, if that’s what you’re thinking,» Aelia said, interrupting Maeryn’s thoughts.

«Oh,» Maeryn said in surprise. «I thought

«

«I’m happy for you mother. You should have more things in your life that make you happy.»

«You make me happy,» Maeryn replied. She reached over and embraced her daughter, realizing painfully that this child was no longer a child, but a young woman.

«You know,» she said. «I really haven’t even spoken to him much since I found out. Everything has been so hectic lately.»

Aelia tugged on her mother’s arm and started toward the boat. «It sounds like we both have someone to meet.»

They boarded the ship and, before they cast off, Maeryn gave her assistants and driver the opportunity to leave. They chose not to and Maeryn decided that they would be a welcome addition to the crew. Since they were not part of the Resistance there was no need to keep up appearances. Maeryn could simply exclude them from any sensitive discussions and it was perfectly normal for servants to be expected to mind their own business.

Maeryn and Aelia made their way to the aft cabin where Saba was looking through the food for something to prepare while Kael rested on a bench.

«Kael?» Maeryn breathed softly.

Kael opened his eyes.

«I would like to introduce you to Aelia

your sister.»

Aelia bowed slightly.

Kael smiled. «I apologize, but I’m unable to move. It is a pleasure to meet you.»

Maeryn couldn’t help but beam with excitement. It was overwhelming to have both of her children together.

Kael looked at Maeryn. «When I returned to Bastul Dacien told me that you had a daughter. But when you disappeared I lost hope that I would ever see you.» Kael paused. «

or meet you,» he said to Aelia.

Saba pulled a bottle of wine from a crate and tucked it under his arm. «How about a snack?» he asked. «You all look hungry.»

Maeryn nodded, then looked back to Kael.

«Aelia, please come sit and tell me everything about yourself. And don’t leave anything out.»

Aelia looked embarrassed, but excited at the same time.

«Go on,» Maeryn whispered. «I’ve got to go check on something. Make yourself comfortable.»

The Councilman droned on about how to explain the new changes to his guild, eager to show the Emperor that he would be successful at keeping the guild members happy.

Magnus grew impatient. «I’m sure you’ll think of something,» he replied.

At the back of the room, the guards pulled open the doors and Coen walked through.

«That’s enough,» Magnus barked. «Leave me.»

The Councilman looked back over his shoulder, then retreated from Magnus’ throne.

Coen brushed shoulders with the man as he made his way forward.

When the Councilman was gone, Magnus looked to Coen. «What news do you bring?»

«

nothing pleasant, my lord. The guest house has been burned down, and the substructure has caved in.»

Magnus flexed his eyebrows into a scowl. «And what of the other locations?»

«

the same,» Coen replied. «I also tried our other routes of personal communications, but it’s as if they’ve gone into hiding.»

Magnus pounded his fist against the arm of his throne. «This is outrageous! What does she think she’s doing?» he asked rhetorically. He thought for a moment, then continued. «Did she leave by land or by sea?»

Coen shook his head slowly. «All five of the boats were absent, as well as the carriages and horses. There’s no way to tell which method she used to escape.»

They are most likely still together, which is good. The All Powerful said he would take care of finding Kael. And when he does, he’ll find the others, as well. Now it’s only a matter of time. «Thank you, Coen. Return to the fleet and continue with your objectives. I will have need of you before long, so stay in touch.»

«Yes, my lord,» Coen replied, bowing low.

Chapter 10

The quickest route to Leoran would have been to cross the canal that ran through the middle of Orud, connecting the east and west bays. From there, the journey around the northwestern part of the Empire was a third shorter than their current heading. But the Orud guard would have been on high alert and they wouldn’t have made it through the city.

Sixteen days after setting out from Maeryn’s mansion, they rounded the southern-most tip of the Empire. Maeryn pondered the idea of stopping in Bastul, but decided against it. It would only have lengthened their journey and whatever fond memories she had of that beautiful city would have been ruined by seeing its current condition. So they sailed right past the city and turned to the north, and Maeryn did her best to look the other way.

Another ten days traveling north along the western coast brought them to a stretch of shore that flattened out into a beach and stretched inland for a good ten miles. It was the perfect place to go ashore. Unfortunately, there wasn’t any cover for her ship. They would have to leave it anchored in shallow water near the shore. And if Dacien hadn’t made it back to Leoran and they weren’t granted entrance into the city, it was doubtful that the ship would still be there when they returned. It was a risk, but it was the only option they had.

The group loaded their supplies into travel bags and rode to shore in a small dinghy. Though their transportation would have been completely impractical, it would have been nice to have horses for this leg of the trip. It was nearly two hundred miles from this beach to Leoran, and they would have to make the journey on foot. Maeryn recalled her first such journey with the slaves from Bastul. It wouldn’t be pleasant, but she had covered many more miles than this before, so she was confident that it was possible.

Once ashore, the group moved inland hoping to reach the shelter of the forest by nightfall. Maeryn’s driver and assistants led, while Maeryn and Saba followed. Aelia stayed at the back with Kael, who had somehow regained the ability to move his arms and legs. Walking was still a bit awkward for him, but he demanded to be able to carry himself. He argued that it was the only way for him to get better. So, at the price of sacrificing a little speed, they all agreed.

The sun passed overhead and fell more quickly than expected. Unfortunately, they weren’t able to make it to the forest that closed off the northeastern side of the beach. Instead, they found a rock mound which rose twenty feet from the sand. Taking shelter from the wind, they made camp at its base. Everyone was exhausted from walking on the sand, which seemed to make travel twice as difficult.

Saba started a small fire and began to make tea for everyone.

Maeryn leaned over his shoulder. «One of my assistants can do that,» she whispered.

Saba turned his head. «I don’t mind.»

After tea and a simple meal of fish caught during their trip, the group reclined in the sand and stared at the flames. Maeryn was physically exhausted, but doubted she would be able to sleep this night. She looked around at the other faces reflecting the orange flicker, and thought they all looked rather alert. Saba, with his white hair and bright blue eyes, stared into the flames, lost in thought.

«Saba?» Maeryn broke the silence.

«Hmm,» he mumbled, lifting his eyes.

«How is it that you look so young?»

«I was going to ask the same thing,» Kael chimed in. «When I was a child, you were already an old man.»

Saba smiled. «My hair and beard made me look much older that I was. Plus, the sun in Bastul was strong and harsh on the skin. Why, are you jealous?»

«If you know the whereabouts of the fountain of youth, you must tell us,» Maeryn’s driver replied. This caused the assistants to laugh heartily, which was infectious. Soon everyone was laughing.

When they had gained control of themselves, the conversation turned to other topics, and Maeryn realized that Saba had successfully avoided that question for the second time. But then she felt sleep began to pull at her eyes and she didn’t want to miss the opportunity.

«Good night,» she announced, then lay back in the sand and wrapped her cloak tight around her.

An hour after the others had fallen asleep, Kael lay still with his eyes closed. He was making great progress at healing himself, but the process was painfully slow and required much concentration. He knew it would be difficult to accomplish much on this leg of the journey, but he didn’t realize how physically exhausting it would be. Healing was important, but without a reserve of strength to pull from, he realized that he would have to postpone it until they reached Leoran. He needed to concentrate on the physical demands that had now presented themselves.

Before allowing himself to fall asleep, he unfocused his sense and pushed it outward from his body. Immediately, he could feel the wind and the patches of swaying grass that occasionally protruded from the sand. It was a familiar feeling that he hadn’t experienced since he began concentrating on healing. This put him into a meditative mood and he quickly drifted off to sleep.

Sometime in the early morning, Kael awoke with a start. He sat upright, his heart pounding in his chest. Something had encroached on his senses and caused him to react with fear. Calming himself, he slowed his heartbeat as he had been taught so many years ago. Then he closed his eyes and allowed his other sense to explore the area around their camp.

Everything seemed to be in order.

Then, at the far reaches of his sense, Kael felt something. He was tempted to push his sense in that direction, but instinct told him to resist. Instead, he just held still, his sense feeling out a radius of fifty feet around their camp.

And then it came again, the feeling. It was like a probing from someone with a similar sense. Kael opened his eyes and relaxed his sense, allowing it to dissipate for fear of being detected. He stood and walked away from camp to the north, gazing into the darkness. Something was out there, and it was searching. So far, it hadn’t found them.

Morning came quickly and the group set off again. The air was cool, but the bright sun still warmed them beyond comfort. After reaching the forest, the small trees provided some relief from the sun and travel proceeded more quickly on the solid earth. Kael scanned the horizons and occasionally searched with his sense, but whatever had awakened him in the early morning was nowhere to be found.

The terrain made for quick travel, with rolling hills and a barren landscape, with the exception of the occasional stand of trees and brush. On the fifth day, they arrived at the south shore of Lake Leoran. It was a welcome sight for the whole group, but Kael felt like he was coming home. He hadn’t realized it before, but he dearly missed the city and its people since he left with Dacien.

However, he wouldn’t feel at ease until he was safe within its walls, for something had been following them. And with Magnus taking control of the Council, there was no telling what might have happened to Dacien. It was possible that he never made it to Leoran, in which case the armies would not offer them the protection for which they had hoped.

The group turned east and circled around the lake and the mountains that butted up to the southeast side of the lake. This put them into deep forest for the remainder of their travel. On the evening of the eighth day they made camp in a stand of pines. The ground was soft and fragrant with a thick bed of needles all around. The downed wood provided an easy and hot camp fire, around which they gathered for their meal. They would reach Leoran by mid-afternoon the next day. Knowing this, everyone’s mood improved and conversation flowed freely.

Out of habit, or because he realized that they were all so relaxed and comfortable, Kael quickly checked the area around their camp, sensing the trees as they swayed in the gentle breeze. Then, he noticed something that seemed out of place. It was tall, and standing against a tree trunk only fifty yards away.

«Kael, are you alright?» Saba asked.

Kael put his finger to his lips, then turned his attention back to the forest. But it was gone. Kael widened his sense, searching. Then he picked it up again, twenty yards away, and to the east. It’s circling in!

Kael rose to his feet and the conversation ended immediately. «We’re in danger,» he announced softly. «We need to get away from this fire.»

«Kael, what’s going on?» Maeryn asked.

Maeryn’s assistants were already cleaning up their meal, while her driver went to fetch their packs near the sleeping area.

«Something has been following us since we landed at the beach.»

Aelia screamed and Kael turned in her direction just in time to notice something retreating quickly into the forest and away from the light of the fire. He didn’t see what it was, and only had time to notice movement. «Where’s Trupo?» he asked Maeryn, as he realized that the driver hadn’t come back from fetching their travel packs.

«I

I don’t

« Maeryn trailed off.

«Everyone come together now,» Kael shouted, like a shepherd gathering his sheep.

The group obeyed instantly and formed a circle next to the fire.

Kael sensed the camp and didn’t feel any signs of disturbance. He pushed his sense farther out from the camp in the direction that Trupo had gone, but there were no signs of movement in that direction either. Whatever had been following them had taken the man, like a hunter who targets the stragglers on the perimeter of a herd.

Stumbling over to the sleeping area, Kael retrieved the travel packs and brought them back to the group, laying them on the ground. «We have to get moving. We’re too vulnerable in the trees.»

One of Maeryn’s assistants grabbed his pack and started walking.

«Get back here,» Kael cautioned. «We have to stick together.»

«I can’t stay here,» the man said with a shaky voice, and turned to walk into the shadows.

In an instant, the man seemed to levitate from the ground as a large shape moved across the darkness behind him.

Something wet splashed against Kael’s face.

The man’s screams quickly retreated into silence as he was carried away into the darkness.

Kael turned back to the group and wiped his face, noticing the blood on his hands.

Aelia screamed again when she saw her brother.

Instead of fear, Kael felt anger. He wasn’t physically ready for any sort of confrontation; meanwhile, the lives of his family were at risk. He was trapped, infuriated that he had allowed himself to get into a position such as this one.

«The women stay on the inside, the men on the outside,» he directed, trying to bring some order to the chaos. «Pick up your packs,» he said, swinging his own onto his shoulder. «We will move slowly and together. Let’s go.»

They set off in an easterly direction to get clear of the forest. Kael took the point, leading the group and choosing their path. His ability to walk was still hindered by his injuries, but he couldn’t allow anyone else to lead. The scene that had just occurred kept replaying in his mind. We’re being hunted. And the hunter moves like nothing I’ve ever seen before. It was quick and silent, and walked upright on two legs like a man, but it was large, perhaps fifteen or twenty feet tall.

It had stayed out of sight for most of their trip. Why did it attack tonight? Certainly nighttime would offer it the concealment of darkness, but there had been many other nights before this one. Has it been studying us, like a hunter studies its prey? He didn’t like the sound of that. That would make this thing a creature of intelligence, and not some brute animal.

Choosing his footing carefully, Kael led the group through the pines, moving at a slow enough pace where he could sense their surroundings at the same time. He realized that from this moment on, he had to be constantly alert. «Stay awake,» he said over his shoulder. «It’s going to be a long night.»

Just after sunrise, they left the forest and entered the open fields to the southeast of Leoran. Kael immediately felt at ease. Here, he could rely more heavily on his sight, and less on his sense. The group had managed to walk the rest of the evening without incident, but Kael was exhausted. Maintaining his sense was like flexing a muscle. After a while, it becomes shaky and difficult to control.

Moving more quickly now, they turned north and began to make significant progress toward Leoran. Perhaps due to the fear of their hunter, they reached the eastern gate by noontime.

Aelia and Maeryn began to cry when they came within sight of the stone guard tower that marked the eastern entrance into the city. Standing at the shores of the lake, it appeared as a formidable blockade protecting the raised road which ran for a mile across the lake to the city walls.

Kael wasted no time and simply walked up to the nearest guard.

«Who are you and what is your business?» the guard demanded.

«

Kael Lorus and my companions. We are friends of Dacien Gallus and seek refuge in your city.»

The guard stared back in silence for a moment and Kael wondered if Dacien had ever returned. Then a look of recognition crossed the man’s face. «Lord Kael, it is good to have you back. Please come in,» the guard replied, pulling back his spear.

«General,» the guard spoke softly.

Dacien turned from the window.

«Lord Kael has returned.»

«Kael?» Dacien repeated with surprise.

«Yes, my lord. He is at the eastern gate and he travels with four companions. Shall I send them an escort?»

«No,» Dacien replied quickly. «Prepare my horse. I will meet them myself.»

«A rider is coming,» Aelia announced.

Kael looked out the window of the guard tower and could see someone on a large war horse coming along the road from the city. His pace was steady and his manner of dress indicated that he was someone of importance. After a few minutes, Kael recognized him.

«It’s Dacien,» he said with a smile.

The guards allowed them to exit the tower and wait on the road. And when Dacien pulled his steed to a stop and dismounted, it was as if the group had been holding their breath and only now released it. There was a collective sigh of relief.

Kael could see the look of astonishment on Dacien’s face. He walked over to the General, holding both his hands out.

«Look at you

you can walk now?»

«You didn’t think I would stay confined to a bed

did you?» Kael retorted.

Dacien embraced Kael, then pulled back to get a better look. «I’m glad to see that you’ve healed, but you look like you’ve been through some trials. Is that blood on your face?»

«We have much to talk about,» Kael replied.

«Yes we do,» Dacien replied with a nod, then looked over Kael’s shoulder. «Saba

Maeryn,» he greeted, walking over to the group. Saba shook his hand and Maeryn bowed, then proceeded to make introductions.

«This is Grumio, my assistant.»

The man bowed in humble and honest respect. «General, thank you for welcoming us into your city.»

Dacien shook the man’s hand and pulled him up to standing.

«And this is my daughter, Aelia,» Maeryn finished.

Aelia bowed.

Dacien took her hand and kissed it. «It is a pleasure to meet you,» he said softly.

Aelia looked a little embarrassed, but clearly like the attention.

Dacien turned back to Kael. «Come. Let us get you all settled in. We have beds and food

whatever you need.»

Kael and Dacien helped Maeryn up on to Dacien’s horse, then they all started along the road to the city gates. Kael looked one last time across the shores and the clearing of land before the forest to the east. Scanning with his sense, he found something large, waiting just out of sight at the edge of the trees. He looked closely with his eyes, but couldn’t see anything. Their hunter was adept at his skill and Kael knew that it was a problem that would have to be dealt with. But for now, it appeared that they would be safe inside the city and Kael was grateful for the respite.

Chapter 11

The chill in the air signaled that fall was coming soon and in response, the city of Leoran was teeming with the activity of the harvest season. Shop keepers were making preparations, while the streets filled with traffic of horses and carts.

Dacien took them to the center of the city and into the walled citadel where he spent most of his time. Guest quarters had been prepared for all of them with fresh clothes and attendants to draw them hot baths. Dacien left them there with instructions to meet him when they were finished.

After everyone was shown to their rooms, Kael went back to his own room and stripped off his clothes, easing into the hot bath. In a matter of seconds, it seemed as if all the weariness of the past weeks evaporated with the rising steam. He slid under the water and everything was silent.

The water bubbled up from the earth and was nearly too hot to touch, but the monks dug a small pool where the water would drain and collect as it cooled. The warm water helped to relax the muscles that had been taxed heavily during the day’s physical activities.

Kael lay on his back in the shallow water, his ears just under the surface. He closed his eyes and allowed his body to float, weightless, suspended in water. He quieted his mind and concentrated on his breathing and heartbeat, as Ukiru had instructed them. But instead of trying to hear the voice of the All Powerful, Kael tried to imagine his surroundings. He tried to imagine the water as it swirled behind his hand when he moved. He began to feel a sensation of calm alertness, the restorative benefits of this meditation.

Then, he sensed that someone was coming toward him. He could feel the swirling water, pushed aside as someone tried to sneak up on him. He lay still and exhaled the air from his lungs, causing his body to sink. Then, when his body was no longer visible above the surface, he flipped over and swam toward his assailant. When he arrived, he found his would-be attacker standing still in thigh-deep water, looking for his missing prey. Kael quickly pulled both the legs out from under his attacker, while pushing off of the sandy bottom. He sprang out of the water to find Donagh, on his back, disoriented, with flailing arms splashing. The others were crowded around the inlet to the small pond, where the water was warmest. They all laughed heartily.

Kael pushed with his feet at the end of the tub until his head came out of the water. Sound came quickly to his ears. No amount of water would wash away his past, he realized. Only actions and time could do that. His past had followed him and was, at the moment, taking control of the world around him. He needed to complete his healing. He needed to undo what they were doing. He needed to speak to Dacien.

Pushing himself out of the water, Kael dried off and dressed in the clean clothes laid out on his bed. After making himself more presentable, he left his room and found Saba and Grumio waiting in the courtyard. The women came out a few minutes later and then they all went in search of Dacien.

They found him in the General’s dining hall which overlooked the lake to the south. The sky was a dark sapphire blue with the stars just beginning to shine. The silhouette of the horizon could still be seen against the sky.

A feast had been preparedroast duck, fish and venison, accompanied by all manner of cheeses and the first-fruits of the vegetable crops. Dacien welcomed them and asked them to be seated. Over the next hour they ate their fill of food and drank wine. When the meal was finished, they excused Aelia and Grumio and retired to Dacien’s council chambers to discuss the events that were burning in their minds.

Saba and Maeryn started by telling them of the events at the Palace and that they suspected Magnus had regained control, despite their efforts. This information caused Dacien to visibly cringe as his own leadership and authority rested on backing from the Council that no longer ruled.

Dacien told them of the attack on his riding party. «It was like nothing I’ve ever seen before. I would judge it to be near ten feet tall, with wings like a bat. Only, it didn’t fly in an erratic manner, but more graceful, like a bird of prey. I watched as it flew overhead. But there was also an accompanying sense of fear that came over me unexpectedly, as if it were clothed in dread. It folded its wings and dropped from the sky. By the time I made it back to camp, all of my men had been killed, including their horses. This thing, whatever it was, flew off to the north. And once it was safe, I continued on to Leoran by myself.»

Kael shook his head. «We, too, have seen something evil, but not the same. The evening after we came ashore, I was awakened by a feeling that we were being watched. I didn’t tell anyone, because there was no way to explain it and it hadn’t made any advances. But yesterday evening it attacked us while were eating our meal. We never got a good look at it, but I would estimate it to be fifteen or twenty feet tall.»

«I think it was closer to twenty,» Saba chimed in.

Kael paused, then continued. «It moved upright on two legs, somewhat like a man. When it attacked, it was always at the perimeter of our camp, just out of sight. It moved quickly and silently. Come to think of it, I never heard so much as a snapping twig. And, in a matter of seconds, it picked off two men from our group before we even had time to react. Then it stayed away for the remainder of our trip.»

«Hopefully it’s gone now,» Maeryn responded.

«Actually,» Kael corrected. «It was at the edge of the forest, waiting, when we came into the city. I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s still out there.»

Saba spoke up. «Dacien, you mentioned a sense of fear that came upon you suddenly. I had the same feeling as we approached the Palace in Orud. This was why I asked Maeryn to turn around.»

«

asked?» Maeryn countered.

Saba looked at her, then corrected himself. «Alright

demanded. I think these creatures are somehow connected to Magnus.»

«So, what do we do now?» Maeryn asked, getting right to the point. «Your forces are the only ones that might be able to oppose Magnus, and he won’t allow that to happen.»

«Indeed,» Dacien answered, «

though I don’t think we would be able to contend with the strength of the forces that he has at his command. I will need to think on these matters and I ask that you do the same. For now, recover from your journey. I doubt that Magnus would make any move with winter coming on. In another two months he won’t be able to move an army through the mountains. But he has proven to be quite brilliant, so we must continue to think and talk about this.»

Satisfied that they had taken the conversation as far as they could in one evening, Dacien dismissed them and each one retired for the evening.

Magnus rose from his chair and left the room, leaving the Council members in mid-discussion. Fortunately, he no longer had to care what they thought of him. They were all cowards, concerned more for their own safety than anything.

Before he got to the door, his head began to pound and he knew what was coming. Finding some privacy in a nearby courtyard, he sat down on a low stone wall and tried to calm himself. Instantly, his mind was filled with thoughts that weren’t his own. His head felt as if it was going to burst, like the thoughts were physically shoved in with great force. The sensation lasted only a few minutes, and then it stopped suddenly.

When Magnus regained control of himself, he realized that he had fallen from his seat and was lying on the ground. It would have been embarrassing if anyone had witnessed it, but he had learned how to avoid such things.

The messages from the All Powerful were so much more potent now that he had been freed from his prison. Luckily, he had other important business that kept him away. Otherwise, Magnus didn’t know how he would be able to deal with his presence. His recent in-person encounter at the High Temple nearly killed him.

Magnus wasn’t sure what the All Powerful was doing with his freedom, but he suspected that it involved traveling into other countries. He was fairly sure that the Orud Empire and the barbaric civilizations of the Syvaku and Korgs were his only resources. But this whole world had once belonged to the All Powerful, and if Magnus was in his situation, he would want to find out the status of the rest of it.

He tried to brush these thoughts aside, knowing that it was a risk to be thinking about such things which the All Powerful could detect in an instant. Instead, he considered this new information. General Dacien didn’t die with the rest of his party and he successfully made the journey to Leoran. The forces at Leoran are now commanded by someone who isn’t loyal to me. Maeryn, and the old man are with him. And it is confirmed that Kael is still alive.

On the one hand, this was bad news. But Magnus had learned to look at the world in a different way since he discovered the All Powerful. The forces at Leoran could easily be dealt with. And the rest of his enemies have now been found all in the same place. Indeed, when considered from the proper perspective, this was good news.

Gathering himself off the ground, Magnus brushed the dust from his tunic and drew in a breath, then headed back to the Council chambers.

The streets of Leoran were relatively clear of obstruction so early in the morning. The sky was lightening in the east, but the sun hadn’t yet showed itself above the horizon. Kael was already breathing hard from the pace he had set, but he pushed on, running along the top of the wall that encircled the city. He had completed his healing process in the early evening, and after a terrible night’s sleep, decided to rise early and begin his training. Though he no longer suffered the effects of his injuries, his body had grown weak over the past months.

Your body will adapt itself to whatever it is exposed to, Ukiru used to say. And as much as he hated to admit it, some of the things that Kael had been taught while at the monastery were actually true. This only caused him to run faster, pushing himself until his breathing became ragged.

As the water of Lake Leoran passed by on his right side, his thoughts began to drift toward the creature that hunted them. It had been a frightening experience for all of them to see two men taken, then to be hunted like animals for the rest of the night. For Kael though, there were other emotionsregret and anger. Never, since the monastery, had he been as helpless as that night. He had been physically crippled and in grave danger of losing his life. And not because he had decided to do something dangerous, but because something attacked when he was most vulnerable. Since leaving the monastery, he had vowed to never allow himself to be vulnerable. He had violated that vow and he almost paid the highest cost. Never again would he subject himself to another’s power. I will meet this creature again very soon, and this time, it will be on my terms.

He slowed himself slightly and let his breathing become steadier, then tried to summon his sense. Keeping his eyes open, he could feel it around him, though not as strong as usual. Except for times of intense combat, Kael had always experienced this sensation of awareness separate from any physical activity. It took a great deal of concentration under ideal circumstances, but after their nearly fatal journey to this city, Kael knew that he must learn how to use his sense to accompany his others, and not replace them. After all, his other senses were quite useful and more capable than most. Sight, sound, smell, touch, and hearing all had their purposes. If he could become adept at using it to compliment what he already knew how to do, it might serve him better.

At the moment, it only gave him the limited ability to predict the four descending steps coming upon him in just a few seconds. Kael leapt over them in one long stride and continued running.

It’s a start.

Dacien entered the stables and turned down the hall to the right, his boots crunching the fresh straw on the stone floor. He waved away the stable hand, intending to saddle his own horse. He needed to think and nothing worked more effectively for him than to go for a ride.

«Hello,» came a beautiful voice from a stall on his left.

Dacien stopped and noticed a young woman inside, brushing one of the horses. «Aelia?» he asked, walking over to the stall.

She smiled and continued to brush the horse who seemed to enjoy the attention.

Dacien just watched for a moment, noticing the care that she took to do it properly. Then it occurred to him that it was a bit strange for her to be here. «Do you always spend your time in stables?»

«No,» she replied. «But I miss my horses. You were from Bastul as well,» she added.

«Yes, that’s right.»

«I’ll go back some day,» she said as she moved around to the left side of the horse.

Now it was Dacien who smiled. «It was a beautiful city, wasn’t it?»

Aelia nodded, continuing with her work.

«Do you want to go for a ride with me?» Dacien asked spontaneously.

Aelia stopped brushing the animal and looked up. Her green eyes sparkled as she brushed a strand of dark hair from her face. She was striking to look at and, so far, pleasant to talk to.

«That sounds like fun,» she replied.

«I’ll get you a saddle,» Dacien said, then went in search of the stable-hand.

The morning sun shone through her hair and made her look like an angel. «

you had horses in Bastul?» he asked.

«Three. I used to ride in the forest to the north. But my favorite was to go into the city and watch the people. Mother didn’t like it, though; she said it was dangerous.»

The moment she said the word mother, Dacien felt an awkwardness and a sudden panic.

Aelia must have noticed it. «It makes you uncomfortable that Maeryn’s my mother.»

It was a statement, not a question, but Dacien answered anyway. «I suppose it does. I served under her in Bastul.»

They were silent for a while, until Dacien caught Aelia looking at him. Something about her expression told him that she was just as intrigued as he. He smiled. «You know, I probably shouldn’t have asked you to come with me.»

«You think I’m too young,» she stated. It was as if she could read his thoughts.

«Am I that obvious?» he asked humbly.

She laughed and her face softened into the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. «Don’t worry,» she said, brushing the hair out of her eyes. «It’s not as if we’re betrothed

yet,» she added, spurring her horse into a gallop.

Dacien pulled his horse to a stop and watched her ride, completely fascinated. Slowly, a smile spread across his face. «Hah,» he yelled, kicking his heels into the sides of his steed.

Chapter 12

Magnus ordered the guards to leave and shut the door, which they obeyed without hesitation. A loud clank signaled that the doors had been locked. Magnus sat down in a chair by the window and closed his eyes. At first, he could only concentrate on the ache in his neck and temples which had become almost regular since the All Powerful’s return. Eventually, he was able to ignore this and summon the consciousness of those to which he would speak.

Like seeing campfires on the horizon at night, he could feel the minds of Soren, Donagh, Berit, Coen and Rainer. They were dim at first, but with concentration they became brighter. One at a time, they responded to his summons and, after a few minutes, they were attempting to do the same. It was a meeting of the minds and one of the most effective skills that the All Powerful had taught him.

{My friends,}

{Our enemies are gathered in one place.}

{Leoran must be destroyed!}

{Donagh, pull back your hordes from the Northern Wall.}

{Soren, remove your armies from the Northern Wall and march them to Suppard.}

{Coen, move the entire naval fleet to Suppard and provide transport for Soren’s armies.}

{I will meet you in the Northern Ocean.}

{We will not wait for the thaw of spring to open a path; we will march on Leoran and strike immediately!}

{Take heart my brethren; we are within reach of eliminating our only opposition.}

{Soon the whole world will shake at the power and majesty of The All Powerful!}

Magnus opened his eyes and sat back in his chair. The excitement was almost too much to bear. Soon, there would be no obstacles, no loose ends to tie up, nothing to stand in their way. Then, the stage would be set to usher in a new era for Orud. They would once again become the Empire that others feared. Nations would kneel before them in reverence or fall beneath their power. Glorious victory was within their reach.

Kael sat upright in his bed, his heart racing. He quickly pulled back his sense and allowed it to dissipate for fear of being detected.

It had occurred to him the previous day that his sense might be used in another way. He was able to focus it inwardly to heal his own body. He was also able to surround himself with it and feel everything that was happening around him. When he was in Orud, he had heard Soren speaking into his mind and knew that they could also speak to each other. Why then, shouldn’t he be able to project his sense farther from himself and detect some of this communication?

When this realization came to him, he tried it immediately. He projected his sense far from himself and allowed it to lose focus. Hearing thoughts was different than feeling objects and required less strength. Within minutes, he heard something. Careful not to reveal himself, he listened. But it wasn’t like listening to words with your ears. It was less certain, and more akin to empathizing with someone’s emotions.

It took some practice, but he understood the main portions of the communication. The creature was still out in the forest and sending a message to another who was very far away. At first, Kael wondered if it was Magnus in Orud. But eventually, it became apparent that the other being was much farther away, and much more dangerous. Perhaps it was the winged creature that Dacien described, but he couldn’t be sure.

The one who had hunted them through the forest had revealed their identities and location to the other being. There was an intense sensation of anger when Dacien was discussed, confirming that Dacien’s survival was an accident. Then, there was a deeper and more profound sense of pain and betrayal associated with Saba, which came as a surprise. Kael himself was mentioned as being alive, which was also unknown to the other being. And just before the conversation ended, there were thoughts projected back and forth regarding something that had been lost. This part was hard to follow, like listening to someone speaking a different language and trying to make sense of it by reading the facial expressions of those involved. Then, before Kael could reach an understanding of the topic, the conversation ended.

That had all occurred the previous afternoon, and now he heard another message, this time much more understandable. He rose from bed and paced the floor, trying to put the pieces together in his head. After a few moments, he knew that he had to discuss this with the others at the soonest opportunity. Though the contents of the message were dire, Kael felt a mischievous satisfaction at his new found ability.

The following morning Kael ate breakfast with Maeryn, Aelia, Saba and Dacien. The sunrise over the waters to the east was a beautiful sight and only emphasized the severity of what Kael needed to say.

When they had finished, Kael took the opportunity. «Aelia, would you please excuse us.»

Aelia looked back, obviously trying to suppress the confrontational words that were about to escape her mouth.

Kael smiled inwardly, seeing much of his mother in Aelia.

«If you have something important to discuss, you can speak freely. I’m not a child.»

Kael looked at Maeryn who just shrugged her shoulders.

«Very well then,» Kael conceded. «What I’m about to tell you, I’ve never shared with anyone before. You are my family and closest friends, so I think you need to understand something about who I am. For many years now I have had an

ability, to do things that others could not. At first, it was something like a heightened sense of my surroundings. Everyone just thought that I had quick reflexes, but the truth is that it was so much more. I could actually feel objects around me as if they were part of my body. Just as I can feel exactly where my hand is and how it is moving

« he said, extending his arm and wiggling his fingers, «

I could feel objects and people near me.»

Maeryn and Aelia’s faces were wrinkled with concern, while Dacien and Saba wore expressions that suggested they were hearing the solution to a riddle that had been plaguing their thoughts for a long time.

«As you can imagine, this ability has been very useful to me given what I’ve experienced. And I lived with it for years before anything changed. Then, one day when my life was in danger, I found out that it had another use. Instead of merely reacting to what I could feel around me, I tried to influence it. Which led to the ability to move things.»

At these words, Maeryn sat upright and looked around the room. «What do you mean move things?»

Kael paused his story. «Like this,» he said. Extending his hand toward the table, he focused his sense on a nearby utensil. The knife slide across the table and fell off the edge, landing with a clang on the stone floor.

Maeryn scooted her chair back and stood up, while Aelia sat still, her face white with horror.

«Please don’t be alarmed. I don’t mean to scare you,» Kael pleaded softly. It was extremely difficult to expose himself in such a way, and he had kept this a secret his whole life just for this reason.

Surprisingly, Maeryn sat down, though her chair remained a few feet from the table.

Kael continued. «Then, after Magnus almost killed me, I became a prisoner in my own body. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t talk, and I only had my thoughts to keep me company. Then it occurred to me that if I could feel objects around me, and move them, that I should be able to figure out what was wrong with me. So I discovered that I could heal myself. It was a tedious process, but successful in the end.»

«I wondered how you made such a quick recovery,» Maeryn said softly, showing signs of warming up to Kael’s words.

«Kael,» Dacien interjected. «You have always been special. I’ve know it since the day I met you. The things I’ve seen you do on the battlefield are extraordinary.»

«Thanks,» Kael interrupted. «But I’m not just telling this to you for the sake of confession. «There is another reason that holds dire consequences for all of us, including this city.»

Dacien sat forward in his chair.

«Dacien, when we were in Orud together at the Emperor’s feast, Magnus and his Generals spoke thoughts directly into my mind. They called me a traitor and threatened me. They are able to speak to each other across distances without using words. This was the reason why I was concerned with the political games you were playing with Magnus.»

«What are you getting at?» Saba asked.

«Yesterday afternoon I realized another facet of my ability. If they were able to speak into my mind, I should be able to hear their thoughts as well.»

Dacien tilted his head to the side. «What did you hear?»

Kael took a breath. «The creature that hunted us is still out in the forest, waiting for us to leave the protection of the city. It was speaking to your winged terror and revealed our location and identities. Then, last night, I heard Magnus. He instructed Donagh to pull back his hordes from the eastern wall.»

«So you were right about him leading the Korgs,» Dacien offered.

«Yes,» Kael replied. «Then he instructed Soren to remove his armies from the eastern wall and march them to Suppard where Coen will be waiting with the entire naval fleet.

«Did you say Coen?» Maeryn asked.

«Yes,» Kael replied.

Maeryn wrinkled her eyebrows. «Does he have black hair and sort of

«

«

feminine features?» Kael finished her sentence. «Yes. Do you know him?»

«He was Magnus’ second in command of the Resistance. Magnus appointed me as his replacement because he was needed elsewhere.»

Dacien jumped in. «Magnus combined the southern and northern naval fleets under Coen’s command after Kael killed the two previous Commanders.»

Maeryn inhaled sharply and put her hand to her mouth. «That was you,» she said in muffled exclamation. «You came to the Palace that night. And they removed me under armed guard, saying it was for my protection.»

«It is likely that they were simply trying to keep the two of you from making contact with each other,» Saba clarified.

Maeryn’s eyes welled up with tears.

«Magnus is not going to wait until spring to deal with us. He is using the naval fleet to transport the entire northern and eastern armies across the northern ocean. He intends to attack Leoran with all that is at his disposal.»

«Then we will fight him,» Dacien shot back, defiantly.

«

and he wins either way,» Kael countered. «He pits brother against brother, citizen against citizen, to accomplish his plans, whatever they may be. Those soldiers are not our enemies, they are our friends. Magnus and his Generals are the enemy!»

«But how can the two be separated when they are both under his command?» Aelia asked, speaking her first words of the entire conversation.

The room went silent as each person contemplated her question.

Chapter 13

Kael made his way to the city’s northern gate where Dacien was waiting. He pulled his horse to a stop next to Dacien’s and sat looking out over the road stretching across the waters to the shore. It was lined with people coming into the city.

«Another villager was taken last night,» Dacien said coolly. «

every other week since you arrived.»

«Why are they only coming in now?» Kael asked.

Dacien shook his head. «Their whole lives are outside this city. Even though I extended the offer, they haven’t accepted until now. But last night’s attack was different. One of the villagers caught a glimpse of the creature and word is spreading quickly of the giant monster that stalks the forest. They are scared now.»

They sat in silence for a while, watching as the poorer citizens that lived on the shores of Leoran transported all their belongings into the city to find temporary homes. Even the young children who usually ran among the adults, playing with innocent freedom, were now helping to carry their family’s possessions with solemn looks on their faces.

Kael could imagine that years from now, when the actual threat was no longer present, disobedient children would be told the story of the giant monster who would come at night and steal them away.

«I’ll need twenty men

and supplies,» Kael said without turning his gaze from the people.

Dacien looked over to Kael and paused for a moment. «We can be ready in one hour.»

Kael turned to look at Dacien. «You shouldn’t come. You’re a General now; the citizens would be in great danger if you were lost.»

«And what of you?» Dacien countered. «

Leoran’s champion.»

«I suppose

« Kael replied. «We’ll meet here, then, in one hour. The men should be armored for battle and we’ll also need bows and long-spears.»

«

a hunting party,» Dacien observed.

«Something like that,» Kael replied, steering his horse away.

A cold wind had picked up and the Leoran citizens pulled their cloaks tight around their necks. They had gathered to watch the hunting party that was just now arriving at the northern gate. Kael had only waited a few minutes before he saw Dacien leading a group on horseback. They were ready for battle, as he advised, but there were more than he expected.

Kael spurred his horse into motion and came along side Dacien. «Twenty men?’ he asked.

Dacien shrugged his shoulders. «Forty volunteered.»

«

even better.» Kael replied with a smile.

Riding out of the northern gate, Kael could see that autumn had fully arrived. All along the shore, the forest had turned to shades of red and gold, with only a few patches of evergreens. The lake surface was choppy in the wind and clouds were quickly approaching.

They reached the shore and halted while Kael dismounted and searched the land on foot. He had already been searching with his sense, but the creature was nowhere to be found. Instead, he looked for some sign of passage that he might track.

After searching the open terrain before the shoreline, Kael moved to the forest edge. Dacien’s soldiers already looked bored, so Kael decided to make them useful. «How many of these men are experienced hunters?»

Dacien looked back at the group. «Perhaps half.»

«Have them spread out and cover this area. Tell them that the creature is big, but moves lightly on its feet. Whatever signs of movement there are will be subtle.»

Dacien nodded, then turned his horse around while Kael continued his search. It took nearly an hour before anything turned up. Finally, Kael was called over to one of the soldiers who was looking into the trees. When Kael arrived, the man pointed to a branch about ten feet off the ground.

«See there how that twig is bent back on itself. The base is cracked.»

Kael patted him on the shoulder. «Good work,» he said. «It looks like the creature was less careful on its way back into the forest. It doesn’t like to be seen.»

«Thank you, Captain,» the man replied.

Surprised at the title, Kael turned to look at Dacien, who just smiled in return. «Lead the way.»

Captain? I’ll have to talk with Dacien about that later. For now, he looked back to the trees, then walked into the forest on foot.

The day wore on while the soldiers’ excitement slowly dissipated, as if the cold wind had sapped it from their bodies. It was an inevitable part of the process, one that most men were not accustomed to unless they were experienced hunters; long periods of silence, looking for the smallest signs of passage that most would overlook. By mid-afternoon, Kael knew that they would need to start thinking about a place to make camp. He told Dacien as much and instructed them to stick to areas that had already been searched.

As the sun began to set, Kael came across an imprint in a patch of soft earth. It was only a small indentation, but it gave Kael much useful information. It was the outer portion of the heel and was roughly three times larger than a man’s. This confirmed Kael’s earlier estimation of the creature’s size. Something more revealing, however, was that it appeared to be from a shoe made of soft leather, and not the imprint of an animal’s foot. This was bound to have a negative effect on the minds of the men in the hunting party. A shoe implied intelligence beyond a mere animal and there was no way to hide it.

Kael already knew that this creature walked upright on two legs; he had seen that before they reached Leoran. And now he knew that it wore clothing. Could their prey be human?

Impossible! A twenty-foot tall human?

He returned to camp and ate his evening meal in silence. This revelation bothered him and he knew that sleeping would be nearly impossible. He volunteered for the first watch and continued to think on the matter. He was relieved at midnight by his replacement and spent the rest of the night in fits of shallow sleep amid much wakefulness.

The next morning, after the men had eaten their breakfast, Kael called the party together. They came forward and presented themselves in an ordered fashion, lined up single file. «Yesterday, I found a track that has provided great insight into what we are hunting. It was a partial imprint of a heel, nearly three times that of a man’s.»

Some of the soldiers glanced quickly at each other.

«The imprint showed no signs of animal origin. In fact, it came from a soft leather shoe or boot. This was unexpected, but nevertheless, it is what I found.»

Dacien looked shocked, and so did his men.

«I know not what type of creature is twenty feet tall, walks upright on two legs, and wears clothing like a human. But I believe this thing is intelligent, and not some brute beast. Which means that, though our work is tedious, we must be vigilant. Something extremely dangerous is out here and will not hesitate to attack if the moment is right. Keep your eyes open and your weapons ready.»

With these words, half of the hunting party mounted up, while the others followed Kael on foot to the sight of the imprint.

Kael looked briefly at it and didn’t draw any different conclusions that he had the previous night. As he passed it, he looked back to see the others staring wide-eyed in amazement. None of them offered any different opinions about what it might have been, and Kael was satisfied that his assessment was accurate.

Now the hunter has become the hunted, he thought, as he moved deeper into the trees.

By midmorning, Kael came to a clearing through heavy brush and came upon a secluded meadow, ringed on three sides by low treelined hills. A hundred yards away at the far end he could make out a crude shelter, but it was too far away to see anything else. He quickly held up his hand and the hunting party stopped.

His other sense, now a constant presence through practice, didn’t alert him to anything. There was no threat in the crude camp. Nevertheless, his heart quickened in his chest, ready for action. Slowly, he moved forward with the soldiers behind him. As he neared the shelter, the smell of ashes came to his nostrils and he was sure that this was where the creature had been living.

Kael looked back to Dacien who nodded, already knowing what Kael was thinking.

Dacien gave the signal for the party to fan out and flank the shelter, setting up a perimeter of control.

Kael continued to move forward, cautiously. He noted that the shelter was nothing more than a creative arrangement of downed timber. Small saplings had been buried in the ground like the pickets of a fence, which comprised the walls of the simple structure. Additional saplings ran across the tops of these, and were tied into place with long strands of grass. A cross-hatched configuration of branches and dense brush comprised the roof. It was a long, narrow shelter. And given the size of the creature, Kael imagined that this was nothing more than a tent to sleep under.

«General,» shouted someone from behind the shelter.

The urgency of the man’s voice made Kael’s heart jump.

«Oh gods,» someone else shouted, sounding horrified.

Kael moved around the shelter and made his way quickly to where Dacien and a few others were now gathering. As he approached, the men stepped aside. On the ground, a large skin was stretched and staked to the dirt with sharpened sticks. The pale hide had been scraped clean and was being prepared for other uses. It took only an instant to realize that it was from a human. Next to the clearing was a small pit ringed with stones. Inside were weeks’ worth of ashes and the unmistakable sight of human skulls and other bones.

Kael turned away in disgust.

Dacien followed, while the others stared in disbelief.

«I’ve never seen anything like this before,» Dacien said as he caught up with Kael, his voice low.

«Nor have I,» Kael replied, taking a deep breath. «This thing, whatever it is, is a hunter of men.»

«A cannibal from the looks of it,» added Dacien.

For a moment, they stood in silence as the wind continued to blow, growing more fierce by the hour.

Kael finally broke the silence. «I think we should set up camp here for tonight and wait for it to return.»

«Agreed,» Dacien replied. «I’ll get the men started. Can you help bury the bones and the

«

Kael waited for Dacien to finish, but it never happened. «

right away,» he replied, then walked back toward the camp.

Kael worked with a few other men, well after sundown, burying the various body parts that were found in the creature’s camp. By the time they finished, their own camp had been set up a good distance away, and guards were posted on the ridgelines surrounding the valley. No one had the stomach for a meal, so everyone sat in silence around the fire and tried to keep warm. Kael’s fingers were numb and he sat close to the flames with his hands extended. There were no jokes this night, or much conversation at all. Everyone bundled themselves in their thick winter cloaks and retired early.

Sometime around midnight, Kael was awakened for the second watch. The wind had died down and snow had begun to fall, dampening the sounds of the night. Kael made his way to the top of the ridge to the north and relieved the soldier from his post. It wasn’t very difficult to stay awake. Taking shelter under the branches of a tall pine, Kael pushed his sense out from him to encompass the whole valley. At such a range, he wasn’t able to notice details, but felt confident that he could detect any living creature larger than a deer.

He stayed in this posture for several hours, occasionally moving to stretch his legs, before taking shelter under a different tree. The snowfall increased, with large flakes falling straight down and blanketing everything around them. The movement of the snow only made his job more difficult, like trying to pick out a particular voice amid a cacophony of sounds in a crowded market. If I was going to attack the camp, this would be the moment.

As the thought ran across his mind, his heart began to race. Suddenly alert, he probed the areas around the camp, outside of the treelined hills. Instead of searching the whole area at once, he focused his sense to a ten foot area and then began to sweep back and forth, moving it from the center of camp outward.

After half an hour, he spotted some movement to the southeast, from the direction that his own party had entered the camp. He quickly left his post and descended the hill toward camp, which was situated between himself and whatever was out there. As he neared camp, he could feel the thing move backward. Kael stopped walking and focused his sense only on the thing that moved.

It suddenly went still, making it more difficult for Kael to read at this distance. Somehow, the creature knew of his awareness. So far, it was working to Kael’s advantage. He didn’t want to confront the thing in the night, when the men would be without sight to guide them. He wanted to catch it in the daytime. If his awareness was keeping the creature at bay, then so be it. After several minutes without any movement, Kael lost his perception of where the creature was. Like staring at an object in the dark, after a while you begin to lose your sense of perspective and wonder if you’re looking at anything at all.

Kael allowed his sense to spread out, losing focus, in an effort to regain his bearings. Immediately, the creature bolted away from the camp. Kael tried to focus his sense on it and get a better feel for what it was, but it moved twice as fast as a horse at a full run, and Kael couldn’t keep up. After only a few seconds, it had moved beyond the range of Kael’s sense.

His heart beat loudly in his chest as he tried to calm himself. Then he realized that the creature had moved in undetected between the two guards posted at the mouth of the valley. He sent out his sense once more and located the guards at their posts. There was no movement or sign of alarm on their part. Even during its full speed retreat, they were within twenty yards of it and hadn’t noticed it.

Kael looked down at his feet that were buried in the calf-high snow, then looked back at his tracks leading up the side of the valley into the trees, quickly disappearing in the falling snow.

We can track it!

«Get up. Get up,» he yelled, rousing the camp. He ran to where Dacien was sleeping. The General was already on his feet with his sword drawn.

«It was here.»

«Where,» Dacien asked, scanning the valley around him.

«There,» Kael pointed. «

to the southeast. It fled. We can track it if we move quickly. We don’t have much time.»

Kael and Dacien ran to their horses and swung themselves up into the saddles.

«Soldiers,» Dacien shouted. «We ride.»

Kael’s horse was already at a full sprint, with snow flying from its hooves. Kael leaned forward and grasped the reins tightly, scanning the snow for tracks. He found what he was looking for at the entrance to the valley and followed the tracks as they veered due east after clearing the dense brush. He didn’t bother looking back, knowing that the rest would catch up eventually.

The snow stung his eyes as he raced across the blanketed earth. The tracks were steady, each footprint showing a stride of fifteen feet. Kael knew that it was only a matter of time before the distance between him and his prey would grow so great that the falling snow would obliterate the tracks. His horse was breathing hard, with plumes of steam gushing from its nostrils in the cold night air.

After twenty minutes, the snow stopped falling and the night sky began to appear. Kael smiled.

Nowhere to hide now!

He pulled his spear from its saddle sheath and held it against his hip, ready for the kill. As the clouds dissipated, the moon cast its light across the new fallen snow and illuminated the landscape. It was nearly as good as daylight.

After a few more minutes, the tracks veered sharply to the right. Kael slowed his horse and followed them around a cluster of scrub oak. When he came into another clearing, the tracks turned back in the direction that he had just come from.

Oh no, he thought, instantly alerted to the danger. It’s doubling back!

The tracks wove through more patches of brush and ran straight into a stand of pines. The sound of many horses told Kael that Dacien’s approaching party was very near. Kael steered his horse to the right, and tried to make his way back to his own tracks, hoping to cover more distance in the open land. He knew that the other men were in danger, but he just couldn’t cover the distance fast enough.

As soon as the forest opened into a clearing, he spotted his tracks and followed them back toward Dacien. Within seconds he caught sight of the group, their silhouettes stark against the bright snow.

Suddenly, a large shape exploded from the trees to the left and plowed into the group of forty. As Kael’s horse ran at full speed, still fifty yards away, he could see several horses and riders go down amidst a tangle of legs and hooves. Then, the creature darted into the trees on the right and disappeared.

Chaos ensued as the panicked horses reared up and ran in circles. Men were shouting.

Kael grunted with frustration as he tried to close the distance as quickly as he could. Just as he reached the fray, he sensed movement in the trees to the right. Before he had a chance to react, an enormous shape launched itself from the shadows at a full run. Kael dove off his horse and landed hard on the snow. A low thud, followed quickly by several cracks and slashing sounds assaulted his ears. Kael came to his feet with his spear ready, but there was no foe. Only the wreckage left in its wake.

Kael looked around at the bodies of horses and men lying on the ground. The snow was splattered with blood. Six men lay still, while three others writhed in agony with unknown injuries. Four horses were down, including his own, which had apparently taken the brunt of the last attack. It was lying on its left side with its ribcage collapsed. Blood flowed from its nose, and the wake of snow piled up around the animal showed that it had been broadsided by something incredibly strong.

Kael turned in anger and walked toward the forest where the creature had disappeared. He cast his sense into the trees and only caught a fleeting glimpse of movement, already more than a hundred yards away.

[COWARD!]

His mind screamed at the retreating form, sending out the message with his sense.

[Come back and fight! COWARD!]

Chapter 14

General Soren sat atop his horse, overlooking the port city of Suppard from a cliff above the shoreline. Below, the Orud navy filled every available space along the docks, with even more ships anchored a short distance from shore, awaiting their turn. The local fishing and trade vessels had been cleared to make way for this occasion. As far as the eye could see, row upon row of soldiers marched in formation and lined up at the docks, waiting their turn to board the ships.

Suddenly, he cocked his head to the side, as if listening. From somewhere far away, a message came to his mind. But it wasn’t a message from Magnus, nor was it the fear-inducing presence of the All Powerful. No, this was something more distant

faint, but familiar.

Kael! The message was confrontational and offered a challenge. Soren knew it was directed at someone else, but smiled to himself as his reply came to mind.

«There are no cowards here,» he said aloud. «We’re coming for you!»

The sun rose to a clear sky. All around, the trees were covered in white. The temperature had risen slightly from the previous day, and already the snow was beginning to melt from the ground. Dacien, Kael, and the remainder of the hunting party buried their dead along with the horses, finishing around noon.

Exhausted, Kael collapsed on a rock next to where Dacien was sitting. No one had spoken since the attack the previous night, and for several minutes, the two stared out at the beautiful scenery, unable to appreciate it for the pain in their souls.

«I’m sorry I got you into this,» Kael said, finally breaking the silence.

«You’ve nothing to be sorry for. I volunteered, and so did these men.»

«Still, I have a suspicion that this thing is here because of me. I think I’ve put everyone in danger.»

Dacien had no response.

They sat in silence again, each one staring at the landscape as though the peaceful beauty would cleanse how they felt inside.

Kael turned to Dacien. «It just occurred to me that if this monster is a hunter of men, and it is really only looking for me, then we’ve been going about this all wrong.»

«What do you mean?» Dacien asked, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

«We should be letting him hunt us, or me, to be specific.»

Dacien smiled and wrinkled his eyebrows at the same time. «And how do you propose we do that?»

As the sun began its descent toward the western horizon, Kael moved cautiously through the grass, looking for signs of the creature’s passage in the patches of snow and wet earth. Behind him, in a V-shaped formation was the rest of the hunting party. Each man was within a few yards of each other to reduce the opportunity for someone to be picked off. The only exception was Kael, who was purposefully a good distance on point.

Once they found a trail, they moved quickly, covering much ground in a short amount of time. Kael scanned the ground, while the rest of the party scanned the surrounding trees, keeping watch for signs of movement. What the others didn’t know, however, was that Kael was announcing their presence with all his might.

[COWARD!]

[Come out and fight.]

He sent out the message with his sense, knowing that the creature was watching and listening.

[You must feel afraid.]

[Is that why you hide in the trees?]

[I am a warrior.]

[Do you even know what that is?]

[A warrior walks in the open.]

[But you are a coward!]

[If it’s me you want, I’m here waiting.]

The hours moved on as they continued to track the beast as it apparently moved northeast. As the sun touched the horizon, the sky began to slowly darken. Kael wondered if the creature would take the bait. If it didn’t, they would find themselves in danger once again during the night. Kael didn’t want this to happen and could almost feel that something was about to happen.

[Don’t let the sun go down.]

[I want to see the face of the creature that strikes fear into the hearts of men.]

[If you wait till nightfall, I’ll know that I’ve won.]

[I was hoping for a challenge, for someone to match my skills.]

[If you wait, I’ll lose interest and return home.]

[I have no desire to wander in the forest, chasing a frightened animal.]

[COME TO ME!]

[TAKE MY SKIN IF YOU CAN! COWARD!]

«Kael,» Dacien said softly. «

on your left.»

Kael lifted his head and looked to the treeline about fifty yards away. The setting sun was casting long shadows across the clearing, but when he shielded his eyes, he could see something standing just inside the trees, cloaked in shadow. It was half as tall as the trees around it, massive and frightening to behold.

As they had prepared, the formation of soldiers stopped all forward movement and began to spread out. Kael altered his course to due north and moved at a casual pace toward it, with one hand on the hilt of his sword, the other loosely gripping the spear at his side. Though his heart pounded into his throat with fear, he choked it down, ready to have a conclusion to this hunt.

The silhouette in the trees remained still, so still that Kael began to doubt his eyes. He stopped in the middle of the field and squinted his eyes. All the trees were swaying slightly in the soft breeze, while the man-shaped blot of darkness remained fastened in place like a statue.

Suddenly, it was out of the trees and moving with blinding speed across the clearing, heading straight for Kael. Like seeing a bolt of lightning and not realizing its image until the instant afterward, Kael finally realized what was happening. In the split second that it took to comprehend the situation, the creature had already covered half the distance between them.

Though sluggish by comparison, Kael began to run forward as well.

Dacien’s heart pounded in his chest as he watched the beast charge for Kael. He had never seen something so fast and so intimidating in all his life and he knew immediately that Kael wouldn’t survive. For an instant, it looked like Kael didn’t see it. Dacien began to move forward in Kael’s defense, just as Kael came to his senses and began to run at the monster.

In a matter of seconds, the creature had crossed the meadow and was upon Kael. Just before impact, Kael dropped to the ground and a brilliant flash of white light exploded from the confrontation. The creature fell to the ground and tumbled, unable to control itself due to its momentum. Something flew through the air and landed next to the beast as it finally came to a stop.

Kael rose to his feet with the dark crystal sword in his hand. He looked down at its brilliance, reflecting the orange of the setting sun. Across the field, the soldiers stood motionless, their image blurred momentarily by the steam coming from his own breath on the cold air. Forty feet away, the giant rose to its feet, realizing that its right arm was missing, severed clean above the elbow. Blood began to gush from the wound.

Only now did Kael get a good look at his adversary. From this distance, it looked proportionally human, despite its massive size. It was a male. His skin was dark with green undertones, like a corpse. It had long black hair that fell to its shoulders. It wore human hide as clothing, darkened by fire such that it didn’t reflect light. This was why the creature was so difficult to see at night. What he could see of the beast’s frame appeared to be lean and muscled.

It looked to the ground and noticed its arm lying near. Raising its head, it screamed in rage, blanketing the meadow in a frightful wail. When it looked back at Kael, its face had a look of intelligence, and all the signs of its animal-like expressions were gone.

«What are you?» Kael asked.

Then it spoke a quick, guttural sentence in a foreign languagenot the screeching of an animal, but a complex arrangement of sounds that was unmistakably intelligent, but foreign. It took a step forward, then wavered and fell to one knee.

Kael moved forward in the snow, ready to finish it off.

All of a sudden, the giant sprung from its crouching position and collided with Kael, knocking him backward.

Kael instantly found himself on his back with the giant on top of him, staring him in the face. The weight of the giant’s body threatened to crush Kael’s bones, while the enormous hand squeezed his neck. He could feel the fibers of his neck muscles burst as the creature began to slowly crush him to death.

Just as the darkness of unconsciousness threatened to engulf Kael, the grip around his neck lessened. Kael could see the creature’s facial features begin to lose their intensity. With his last ounce of strength, Kael twisted the handle of the sword that had penetrated the giant’s rib cage. Its heart must not have been in the same place as a human, or it would have died instantly.

In that moment, as Kael stared deep into the dark eyes of the monster only inches from his own face, he sensed a deep sadness emanating from it. It was a longing for something, or perhaps a person. Was it regret? He couldn’t tell.

Slowly, the giant fell to one side. Kael didn’t have the strength to hang on to the sword and it was ripped forcefully from his hand as the beast fell dead on the ground. For a moment, Kael lay still, looking up at the darkening sky, the light of the sunset now turning to a deep violet.

He heard the sound of many approaching footsteps, but couldn’t move. He heard a few gasps of surprise from the soldiers. Then he saw Dacien’s face come into view.

«Kael, are you hurt? Are you alright?»

«I’m alright,» Kael mumbled.

Dacien and another man grabbed hold of Kael’s shoulders and pulled him out from under the giant’s legs. When he was clear, they pulled him to his feet.

Kael took a deep breath and walked over to the giant. It was grotesque to look at. Its features were entirely human, only three times larger. Kael wondered where this thing had come from, what it was, and why it came after him. He knew his mind wouldn’t be able to comprehend the matter for some time, as was the case with most intense situations that he’d endured. Instead, days from now, he would realize what had taken place. And only then, would he try to make sense of it.

Reaching down, he grabbed the hilt of the crystal sword, now slick with the giant’s blood. In one swift movement, he wrenched it free of its victim.

«Friends,» he said to the soldiers standing around him. «It’s time to go home.»

Chapter 15

The morning air was clear and cold as they approached Leoran. The citizens were gathered on the ramparts, eagerly awaiting the return of their General and their champion. Dacien had come to love this city, more than he ever felt for Bastul. He knew Kael felt the same way. There was a sense of peace inside the city walls, and the citizens were fiercely loyal. Despite the cold air, he felt his heart warm at the sight of the citizens along the walls of the city, cheering them on.

The procession of hunters moved at a comfortable trot with plumes of steam coming from both the horses and their riders. As the sun climbed above the mountains to the east, its light reflected off the men’s armor in flashes as they moved.

Dacien and Kael steered out of the forest and headed for the northern road. The contingent of soldiers at the guard tower cheered as they passed underneath the stone arch. The wind picked up as they moved along the road with water on either side. Dacien pulled his cloak tighter about his neck and continued to lead the procession.

As they entered the city, citizens began to gather around them, even before they could dismount. But Dacien only saw Aelia, his gaze fixated on her. She made her way through the cluster of people, clamoring to see if the monster had been killed.

Dacien swung his leg over the saddle and stepped to the ground. When he turned around, Aelia waiting close by, threw her arms around him. He held her tight and felt instantly at ease.

«I’m glad you’re alright,» she whispered into his ear.

When they released each other, Dacien noticed Maeryn in the crowd over Aelia’s left shoulder. His childish smile quickly left his face as he saw the look of concern on hers. «Didn’t you talk to your mother yet?»

Aelia turned around and locked eyes with Maeryn, who now looked confused. «I didn’t know how to tell her,» she said as she turned back to Dacien.

«We’ll do it together then, tonight, when everyone is in a festive mood.»

«So you were successful?»

Dacien smiled with mixed emotions. «We lost some good men, but we accomplished our goal.»

Aelia looked relieved.

Dacien looked to the crowd. He raised his voice above the drone of conversations. «There will be a feast today, for we have reason to celebrate,» he announced.

Cheering went up from the crowds and several people left immediately to make preparations.

Shortly after mid-day, the feast began. The roasted meats were now coming off of the spits and making their way to people’s plates, along with a variety of accompanying dishes. The wine flowed freely and people’s spirits began to lift as they realized that the monster who stalked the forest was dead. There would be time to mourn their fallen, but this day would be dedicated to their success. In a few moments, Dacien would tell the story to the guests at his table, but before that happened, he and Aelia pulled Maeryn aside for a private conversation.

When they were alone, Dacien spoke calmly. «We wanted to tell you first, of our love for each other,» he said. Aelia leaned close to him and took his hand.

«I gathered that much already,» Maeryn replied. «It’s just so sudden. Don’t mistake infatuation for love; they are very different.»

Dacien felt awkward, like a child who had done something wrong. But he hadn’t. And he wasn’t a child. He was the General of Leoran and didn’t need anyone’s permission. Even though the situation was ridiculous, he did his best to be respectful of Maeryn’s feelings, considering all the events that she and her daughter had been through together.

«Haven’t you loved in the past?»

Maeryn’s eyes welled up with tears instantly. «Yes

my first husband

Aelia’s real father.»

«I was not yet part of the Bastul Guard when he ruled, but I have heard that he was a good man.»

«

the best,» Maeryn answered softly.

«How old were you when you met?» Aelia asked.

Maeryn paused, counting in her head. «Younger than you are now,» she replied hesitantly to her daughter.

Aelia smiled as if she had won a small victory.

«But that doesn’t matter to me. What matters is that you understand your own feelings. Your heart can be deceitful and make you believe something that isn’t true.»

Dacien looked carefully at Maeryn, knowing that statement had nothing to do with him. Maeryn wasn’t concerned with Dacien, but with her daughter.

«Whose daughter do you think I am?» Aelia replied. «Have I ever been one to make decisions hastily? Have I ever been careless with my emotions? You were always trying to get me to be more like other girls.»

Maeryn put her arms out and stepped forward, embracing her daughter and only friend for so many years. Aelia began to cry now as well and Dacien felt even more awkward.

«You’re right,» Maeryn admitted. «I’m sorry, I just want the best for you.»

Dacien smiled. «

careful now. I may take offense to that.»

Maeryn smiled in return, her eyes red. «So when are you planning to be married?»

«Soon,» Dacien answered quickly.

«We have your blessing then?» Aelia asked.

«Yes,» Maeryn answered after a pause of consideration. «Yes, you do!»

That evening, Kael sat near a fire in Dacien’s palace. Saba and Maeryn sat to the right, while Dacien and Aelia sat on the opposite side of the fire ring. They all stared into the flames as the heat warmed their bodies. Dacien took a sip of wine, while Aelia whispered something into his ear. He smiled, then whispered something back.

It was good for them to be in love. Though it was forbidden, Kael had felt love of that kind at one point in his life. It seemed so long ago, and so unfortunate that the object of his affection was given to another man in an arranged marriage. But he felt no jealousy. He was happy for Dacien. And the fact that he would marry Kael’s own sister, didn’t feel as strange as it sounded.

Kael sat forward and put his glass of wine on the table next to him. «I don’t mean to ruin the mood, but I continue to hear voices and they’re getting stronger.»

Dacien looked up and Maeryn leaned forward.

«Can you tell how far away they might be?» Dacien asked.

«Not exactly,» Kael answered. «I can tell direction, but that’s all. If I had to guess, I’d say they were in the sea north of Orud.»

«What are we going to do?» Aelia asked.

«I’ve been thinking about this,» Kael continued. «Magnus believes that all his enemies are gathered in one place. But it doesn’t make sense for Leoran soldiers to fight against the armies of the north and east. They are all citizens of the same Empire.»

«What do you propose we do?» Saba asked.

«I see this as an opportunity,» Kael replied. «In an effort to finally remove the remnants of his opposition, Magnus has made a mistake of his own. All of my enemies will be gathered in one place, as well, and I will go out to confront them.»

Dacien looked shocked.

Saba spoke up quickly. «Kael, he almost killed you last time you encountered him. Magnus is extremely dangerous and powerful. It would be suicide.»

«It doesn’t matter,» Kael countered. «I can’t let the men of this city and all the other citizens be slaughtered because of the manipulations of one man. I have to stop him.»

«Kael’s right,» Dacien agreed. «They believe this is the final battle and have combined all their resources. It is an opportunity, but you’re not going alone. I won’t allow it.» Dacien directed his last comment at Kael. «You must let us help you.»

Kael rose to his feet. «

very well. Let’s discuss strategy in the morning.»

Saba stood up also. «

a good idea. I must get some rest too.»

Chapter 16

Winter had fully descended on the land by the time Magnus’ ship ran aground in the bay to the north of Leoran. The waters were sluggish and the trees along the shore covered in white. The crew dropped a plank down to the pebble beach, which made a wet crunch as Magnus stepped off his boat.

Behind him, hundreds of ships were making their way to the shore, carrying thousands of soldiers. To his right, Magnus noticed Soren coming across the beach. On his left, Coen, Berit and Rainer were just stepping off their ships. Magnus felt the power that was at his disposal, and he would use it to crush his opposition. Most likely, the army at Leoran would surrender under such a show of force, offering up Maeryn and the others at the first opportunity. It would be quick, but disappointing. He wanted a fight.

It took hours for the soldiers and horses to come ashore and assemble into formation. It might have been much quicker except that there were also siege weapons to unload, which were difficult to transport across such rough terrain. A dock would have made the situation much easier, but such things were merely details given their ultimate goal. Magnus knew it would be difficult passage. The snow would present a challenge and might slow them considerably. He estimated five days until they reached Leoran.

Once all the cargo was unloaded, Magnus gave the order to set up camp. Tomorrow would be a long day and the extra sleep would be needed.

The following morning, Magnus’ armies set off from the shore in five groups, led by his most trusted men. Each army had the full allotment of cavalry, spearmen, archers, foot soldiers and heavy equipment handlers. Magnus and his army led the procession to the south. The progress was slow as expected, with a great deal of effort expended to clear a passage for the siege towers and battering rams that traveled at the rear of the column. Magnus rotated the path-clearers every hour to ensure that this task was given the most important priority as it set the pace for the entire mission.

By midday, his men were exhausted. He allowed Soren’s army to take the lead, not out of pity for his men, but in an effort to keep the procession moving as quickly as possible. By dusk, Soren’s men were useless, as well, and they stopped on the east side of a canyon where the ground was dry as a result of its position relative to the sun’s passage. Scouts were sent out immediately and, by the time they returned, the evening meal was prepared. A light contingent of guards was posted on either side of the canyon to the south, on high ground where their vantage point would allow easy sight of an approaching force.

This was, of course, only a formality as Magnus didn’t expect much opposition. The sudden change in activity was making itself evident in the ranks. After several weeks at sea, a full day of travel across land was an abrupt transition. Even Magnus succumbed quickly to the pull of sleep and retired early in the evening.

Sometime in the middle of the night, Magnus woke as if startled. It wasn’t a dream, but something he heard. He paused for a moment, listening. But his ears didn’t detect any sound. Instead, he heard thoughts in someone’s mind.

[

thousands of them!]

This time, he understood immediately what was happening. It was Kael!

[

five groups. So it’s to be a siege!]

Magnus rose quickly and grabbed his sword, fastening the belt around his waist. Having slept in his clothes, he was able to leave his tent in a matter of seconds. He made his way to Soren’s tent only to find the General already coming his way.

«I heard it too,» he said quietly. «Rainer is awake, but the others didn’t hear it.»

«Go wake them,» Magnus ordered. «And make sure that no one communicates in the usual way; I don’t want to alert Kael.»

Soren nodded, then moved away into the darkness, disappearing almost instantly.

Magnus looked across the canyon to the crest of the hill on the opposite side. He knew Kael was up there with someone else and he knew their general direction. The problem was that if Magnus advanced, Kael would spot him. They had to wait until Kael had completed his reconnaissance. Then they would follow him and eliminate the nuisance that had plagued Magnus since the death of Narian.

It took another hour until Magnus could feel Kael’s departure. He had been thorough, just as Ukiru had taught him. By this time, Soren and the others were anxious to make a kill. As soon as Magnus gave the signal, they moved quickly and quietly across the canyon and up the opposite side.

After cresting the hill, they moved south and were able to gain on Kael as he seemed to be moving at a casual pace, unaware that he was being followed. Finally, after another hour, they came within sight of Kael who was accompanied by another man, the two of them riding their horses at little more than a walk. As they chose their path carefully, Magnus and his men moved quickly on foot, fanning out to cover the flanks, positioning themselves to attack.

They followed Kael and his companion into a tangle of scrub oak and were able to gain even more ground as the horses weren’t as nimble at finding a path through the brush. By the time the two men exited the brush and rounded a hill, Magnus and his generals were within twenty yards of the pair. The moment had come.

Magnus moved into the lead and sprinted across the short distance of open land, stopping at the base of the hill, and waited for the others to catch up. This time, there would be no mistakes. He would destroy Kael’s mind quickly, turning him into an invalid within seconds. He wouldn’t stop to savor the moment like last time. Then, they would move in and finish the task with hard steel.

Magnus looked the others in the eyes and they all nodded, indicating that they were ready. Magnus nodded in return, then ran around the hill.

The men on horseback turned at the sound, but Magnus knew it was too late for them. He extended his hand toward Kael and focused his energy.

Suddenly, something struck Magnus in the chest, pushing him back a few steps. Looking down, he saw a feathered shaft protruding from his tunic. His breathing quickly felt restricted and the delayed pain reaction finally caught up to him, exploding from his chest in searing waves that ran down to his legs. Magnus felt the strength suddenly leave his body and he was unable to keep himself upright. As he fell, he caught the sight of dozens of men on horseback coming out of the trees to surround him and his Generals.

Kael heard the approaching footsteps and turned just in time to see the arrow strike Magnus in the chest. For a second, Kael feared that the Emperor might be wearing a cuirass, but the look on his face said otherwise.

The timing couldn’t have been more perfect. Dacien’s cavalry came out of hiding, just as the other Generals came around the bend. Magnus dropped to the ground, rendered ineffective by the arrow, though Kael didn’t completely dismiss the man.

Turning their horses around, Kael and Dacien drew their swords and charged at the same time as the cavalry moved in.

Rainer turned to retreat, then noticed that there were men on horseback behind him as well.

Kael drove his horse toward Soren, his next priority. But Soren bolted to the left, dodging behind the nearest approaching rider. Coen ran in the opposite direction, but there was nothing to hide behind.

Quickly changing plans, Kael redirected his steed toward Coen. There was a second of nothing but the sound of horse’s hooves, then it disappeared in a wave of shouting and the ringing of metal on metal. Kael’s horse collided with Coen, knocking him to the ground and trampling him. The crunch of his bones was somehow audible over the other sounds. A sudden flicker of reflected light caused Kael to flinch to the left as a blade tore through his tunic. He slid off the saddle and, as his feet made contact with the ground, he felt the warm rush of blood at his right side just under his ribs. He dismissed it instantly, knowing it was a superficial wound.

The horse continued forward, and when it was out of the way, Berit moved in for the attack, stabbing with his sword for Kael’s midsection. Kael already had his Orud short-sword drawn and parried the blade to the left, followed by a sharp kick to Berit’s knee. A loud snap could be heard and Berit immediately went to his knees in agony. Kael quickly followed with a forehand slash, but Berit brought his sword up and blocked the attack, the clash of steel ringing loudly in the air.

For a moment, the two stayed in this posture with their blades crossed, each pressing with all their might. Then, Berit’s features became an exaggerated look of surprise as one of Dacien’s men pushed a spear through his midsection from behind. Kael pulled his sword back and Berit fell forward to the dirt.

Then, the sound of combat ceased, replaced only by the sound of heavy breathing. Kael quickly scanned the area and took note of his enemies.

Magnus is down. Coen

trampled. Berit is taken care of. Rainer is

he paused, looking around. Another body lay by the base of a tree. The thin frame told him it was Rainer. «Where is Soren?» he called out.

Dacien pointed to the east where three of his men lay on the ground. Kael was about to speak when Dacien said, «They’re already in pursuit.»

Kael let out a breath he’d been holding, then walked over to where Magnus lay on his back. As he approached, he could see his chest rising and falling, with the arrow embedded in it, like a flag atop a hill. His breathing was shallow and rapid, and his eyes looked at the sky, though Kael was quite sure that Magnus wasn’t seeing anything.

«Can you hear me?» Kael asked.

There was no response.

Kael knelt down and put his left hand on the man’s arm, while his right gripped the hilt of his sword, ready to use it at a moment’s notice. Closing his eyes, Kael summoned his sense and entered Magnus’ thoughts. Immediately, the man’s emotions flooded over Kael. There was a great deal of fear and anger, but an undercurrent of sadness.

[Magnus, can you hear me?]

Kael felt his recognition, but there was no reply.

[I know you’re listening.]

[Your plans have come to an end, my High Priest!]

[Look at the mess you’ve created.]

[You had no right to do what you did to us.]

[We were just children!]

[You’ve put me in an awkward position.]

[Most of the others are dead now

and the rest will soon be!]

For a moment, Kael could sense the man’s regret. There was even a fleeting thought about Maeryn and a sense of loss. But this quickly gave way to a powerful feeling of hatred that felt very familiar to Kael. The he realized that it wasn’t coming from Magnus, but from somewhere else. Kael focused his sense, seeking out the source of the hatred. When he located it, he instantly recognized it.

[Ah yesthe so-called All Powerful.]

[Is this how such a being accomplishes his work, by using someone else’s body?]

Kael could feel the hatred swell like a wave, preceding the response.

{You insolent fool; I am coming for you!}

{And when I find you, I will make you suffer like no one else!}

Kael smiled inwardly as he thought of a response.

[We met once, just like thisyears ago.]

[You tried to invade my mind and body, and you failed!]

[Do you remember me?]

The tendrils of the All Powerful’s consciousness snaked out toward Kael.

{You have something of mine and I am coming to retrieve it!}

Kael gritted his teeth.

[You will get it back when I put it through your heartthe same way I killed your son!]

This last comment produced a momentary pause, followed by a desperate anger that engulfed him, like vines that grew up around a tree and chocked the life from it. Kael could feel the All Powerful reach out to grab hold of his mind. But Kael was ready. He had felt this before and had prepared himself for this moment many years ago. Focusing his sense, he pulled with all his might and broke free of the grasp on his consciousness.

When he opened his eyes, he could see Magnus’ body begin to twitch. Without hesitation, he pushed on his sword and drove the sharpened point into the chest, piercing Magnus’ heart. Instantly, the body relaxed and was at peace. Even through his own feelings of hatred, Kael felt pity on the man that lay before him. Somehow, long ago, this man had given himself over to an evil being and had never gotten himself back.

Dacien’s voice cut through Kael’s thoughts.

«Men, let’s mount up. If Soren manages to evade pursuit, he will head back to his army. Let’s go.»

The return trip to the ridge overlooking the valley was much quicker the second time. But after they arrived, they waited for another hour without any sign of Soren. Finally, two of Dacien’s riders came back.

They stopped in front of their General. «He just kept riding east and eventually we lost his trail.»

Dacien looked to Kael. «What do you think?»

«It’s possible that he won’t return to his army. Magnus’ control over the Council was only under the threat of force. It wasn’t legitimate. Perhaps Soren knows that he is powerless without Magnus’ backing.»

«Then we should leave,» Dacien concluded. «We still have much work to do.»

Kael hesitated, but decided that Dacien was right. «Lead the way,» he said to his friend.

Colonel Aulus Sentiun woke early in the morning to find that his General was missing. It was highly unusual for Soren to be absent for any reason. After some questioning of the upper ranks, it quickly became apparent that the Emperor and other Generals were missing as well. Being the next ranking officer, Aulus ordered the scouts to search the surrounding areas.

By midmorning, a scout returned to the camp and informed Aulus that the bodies of the Emperor and three of the four Generals were found a few miles to the east in a clearing. There was no sign of Soren. Aulus wondered briefly whether Soren was responsible, but the scout continued his report and noted that there were horse tracks everywhere around the bodies and that it looked like they had been ambushed. Aulus dismissed the scout and ordered a search party to recover the bodies.

«Colonel,» said the captain standing behind him. «We’re ready to move. What do you want to do?»

Aulus looked up at the sun now standing high in the sky. The air was warming and clumps of wet snow fell from the branches of trees all around. «It is our duty to carry out our orders.»

There was a moment of silence and Aulus knew what the captain was thinking. Aulus was thinking the same thing. Why should we continue with this ludicrous mission? But Aulus was a soldier and a man that lived by rules. As long as he was able to continue with their standing order, he was obligated to do so.

Aulus turned around and locked eyes with the captain, which was all that was needed. The other man looked at the ground. «

right away, Sir,» he replied.

Another four days of grueling travel over terrain that alternated between wet or frozendepending on the movement of airbrought the armies to the northern border of Leoran. As soon as they exited the forest and set eyes on the beautiful stone city on the lake, Aulus knew that something was wrong.

It was uncommonly quiet. He sent a patrol of scouts to search the shacks and common buildings at the shoreline. They returned to report that all were vacant.

«Come with me,» he said to his captain. Riding down to the shore, the two men along with the scouts, made their way to the guard tower protecting the raised road that crossed the lake and entered the north gate of the city. Just as the scouts had said, it was vacant.

They passed underneath the tower through a wide stone arch and continued along the northern road. Surprisingly, when they reached the gate to the city, it was ajar. They rode in cautiously, expecting an ambush, but after an hour of searching found the city to be empty as well.

Slowly, a smile crept over Aulus’ face as he came to understand what was happening.

«We could track them,» the captain offered.

Aulus pulled his horse to a stop. «No. Our orders were to march on Leoran, and we’ve done just that. Set up camp for the evening. We leave for the boats in the morning.»

The captain couldn’t help but smile. «What about the city? It would be easier to use

«

Aulus cut the man off in mid-sentence. «No. We’ll make camp in the forest tonight. This is someone else’s home.»

«Yes, Sir,» the captain replied, riding off to carry out his new orders.

Aulus dismounted and walked up the stairs to the ramparts overlooking the lake. As the wind picked up, blowing tiny flakes of snow through the air, Aulus breathed a sigh of relief. «Clever

very clever,» he mumbled to himself.

Dacien sat atop his horse, with Kael at his side, watching the citizens of Leoran file back into the city after the Orud armies had departed. The past year had been a difficult one for these people, with the Syvaku attacks, the nightmares of a monster stalking their forests, and now, being displaced from their home. Still, Dacien had to admit that this was the best possible outcome and had turned out much more successful than he had originally hoped.

He looked over to Kael, whose neck was a variety of dark colors, bruised by the hand of the giant. Kael was smiling as well.

«Thank you, Kael. This was a brilliant idea.»

Kael turned. «I just hope this is the last of their suffering. They deserve to live in peace.»

«Indeed!» Dacien agreed.

«And thank you for helping me with Magnus

« Kael’s words trailed off as he wasn’t sure how to say it.

«You’re welcome.»

For a moment, they sat in silence and watched the procession of citizens leading back into the city. Then Dacien spoke. «Come on; let’s go home.»

Chapter 17

The winter at Leoran was always long, the citizens eager to see the first signs of spring. But this particular year was different. After surviving such hardships, everyone enjoyed a time of peace. Even though it should have been a difficult time of year, it wasn’t. The time passed quickly. Spirits were high. And it seemed that all were enjoying their newfound freedom and security. Life returned to normal and everyone seemed to like it that way.

In late winter, Dacien and Aelia were married. They originally intended to wait until spring, but as the winter months passed, they found that they couldn’t keep apart from each other. The occasion was celebrated for three days with feasting, dancing, plays and musical performances in the royal palace. Aelia quickly adapted to her new position of authority, helping Dacien where she could. He found her to be a great asset on matters of city governance.

Eventually, spring returned. The air warmed and the snowfall turned to rain. The farmlands to the southwest of the lake became busy with horses, plows, and workers all rushing to get their crops planted. The lake was again populated with fishing boats and the city seemed to come to life.

After just a few weeks, when the mountain passes began to clear, Dacien invited Maeryn, Kael, and Saba to dinner. They all came to the dining hall overlooking the lake and took their seats.

«So what is the occasion?» Maeryn asked.

Dacien looked to Aelia sitting next to him, then back to Maeryn. «We’ve decided that I will go back to Orud.»

Although Kael was ready to be rid of political affairs, he knew this was coming. «You wish to be Emperor?»

Dacien didn’t answer immediately, choosing his words wisely. «Though I love this city and its people, I am the only rightful successor to the throne. And the Empire is in a fragile state. The damage that Magnus caused will take time and effort to recover from.»

«And you think you can fix it?» Maeryn asked.

«Yes I do,» Dacien shot back.

«I’m sorry,» Maeryn apologized. «I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just concerned. Aren’t you ready to live in peace? Magnus is gone.»

«There are still a few left,» Kael warned.

Dacien continued. «And the Korgan are still a threat. Meanwhile, the High Council is left to make all the decisions. They will look to matters in the only way they can, monetarily

which is exactly their function. But they need a counter-balance, the other half of the Council that sees events from a military perspective. This is the structure that has kept the Empire safe and prosperous for generations. I want to live in peace,» he admitted, turning to smile at Aelia, who smiled in return. «I believe that peace is within our grasp, but it is not yet obtained.»

«Are there others who would vie for the position of Emperor?» Saba asked.

«Perhaps,» Dacien replied casually. «The Colonel from Orlek used to outrank me, but he served directly under Soren and his loyalty is in question. All I need to do is go back to Orud and present myself to the Council. If they are reasonable, they will have to conclude that I am the next Emperor.»

«When will you leave?» asked Maeryn.

Dacien paused for a moment. «That’s why we asked you to dinner tonight. Of course, you are all welcome to stay here in Leoran. But Aelia has decided to accompany me. We will leave by the end of the week. And Kael, I could really use you by my side.»

Kael nodded his approval.

«Well I’m not letting my daughter go halfway across the Empire without me,» Maeryn stated.

«I will go, as well,» Saba chimed in.

«It’s settled then,» Dacien concluded with a smile.

Soren stood at the docks of the High Temple and stared out across the shoreline where thousands of loyal followers were gathered. Still more were standing on the decks of their ships in the harbor. The docks were filled, every available slot taken by a ship whose passengers were now standing, listening to his address. Hundreds of ships and thousands of followers had made their pilgrimage in response to his announcement. And now they waited to hear his words.

«Brothers,» Soren shouted to the crowds. «Our years of obedience to the words of our High Priest have reached their fulfillment. Many of you know that he has fallen. But he was only a servant. His duty was to point you toward the All Powerful and to show you what is possible when you yield to his will. For thousands of years, our god has been absent from this world, driven away in sorrow, for there was no one left who honored him. But we honor him now. And our ranks have grown.»

The crowds cheered at these words so that Soren couldn’t have heard himself speak. He waited patiently for the noise to subside before continuing. «Because of our honor and our loyalty, he has returned.»

Again, the crowd cheered, even louder than before. It was several minutes until they calmed themselves to the point of listening.

«Men of the Kaliel

« Soren shouted, his voice threatening to go hoarse. «

bow in reverence to your god, to the one who is All Powerful!»

Almost in unison, the crowds dropped to their knees and looked upward.

The thick rain clouds that blanketed the sky overhead began to swirl inward. The eye of the vortex began to protrude, dropping like a funnel. The clouds flashed, followed by peals of thunder. As the funnel lowered and grew wider, lightening arced between the top of the mountain and the bottom of the vortex. The humid air suddenly grew warm. Then, the vortex opened like a mouth.

Out of the opening, a black creature slowly descended. Its wings were outstretched, spanning thirty feet, as it glided on the wind in a controlled fall. It came to land on the top of the volcanic mountain and retracted its wings, enfolding itself in a cloak of leathery darkness.

The lightening stopped and the clouds stopped swirling, as if they, too, obeyed the All Powerful. The crowds were no longer cheering, but deadly silent, watching in fascination.

Suddenly, Soren felt its presence in his mind and the look on the faces around him told him that they could hear the thoughts also. The All Powerful was speaking to them, without the nuisance of words. Instead, thoughts came into their minds and they suddenly received a revelation.

The Empire had chosen to deny the leadership of the High Priest. They had made their decision and it would prove to be a costly mistake. Now, the All Powerful had returned to his world, to lay hold of it by force. There would be no mercy shown to the citizens, whether man, woman, or child. The time for mercy had passed. Everyone understood what had to be done, and it made perfect sense. Then the thoughts disappeared and everyone became aware of themselves and their surroundings.

As Soren regained control of his own senses, he looked to the top of the mountain. The dark figure seemed to shrink down, then burst into the air, finally unfolding its wings as its ascent began to slow. The giant wings pumped the air, causing it to hover a hundred feet above the mountain. It extended its hands to the people below, then turned them palms upward. In response, a massive roar was quickly followed by a wall of water, shooting upward from the ocean immediately surrounding the outer wall. It came back down in a torrent, drenching those standing along the wall, creating a wave in the harbor that rocked the ships.

The crowd gasped in awe at the sheer power their god possessed.

The All Powerful began to rise higher into the sky and turn toward the northeast. Then, with a quick burst of speed, it shot forward and quickly disappeared over the wall.

Chapter 18

The pastures were already green with new grass. The buds on the trees were just beginning to open, but the trees still looked bare. Kael leaned down and whispered to his horse, patting it on the neck before urging it to continue.

Up ahead, Dacien and Aelia rode together. Things hadn’t been the same between he and Dacien since the marriage. But it was understandable. The bond between a man and wife was special and something to be celebrated. Still, the thought didn’t keep Kael from feeling lonely.

«We couldn’t ask for more pleasant weather,» Saba said, riding up alongside Kael.

Kael looked around and drew in a deep breath. «It is beautiful, isn’t it?»

Maeryn looked back over her shoulder. «It would be even better if we were aboard my ship.»

Saba laughed.

«It was too nice to last for very long,» Kael called ahead. They had left the ship anchored southwest of Leoran in their haste to get to the city. Unfortunately, the scouts that Dacien sent out reported that it wasn’t where they had left it.

«Someone out there is enjoying a most fortunate discovery,» Saba said with a smile. «Maeryn still hasn’t gotten over it.»

Kael shrugged his shoulders. «It was a great ship,» he said in his mother’s defense.

A small boat made its way through the harbor of the High Temple and toward the exit. The guards, seeing Ukiru aboard the ship, promptly opened the gate, letting the massive armored panel slide sideways, revealing the open sea beyond. The crew below deck began to row and the ship lurched toward the opening in surges.

As the vessel left the confines of the High Temple walls, a soft thud sounded behind Ukiru and he spun around. At the stern crouched Soren, rising to his feet after jumping to the deck.

«Where are you going, old friend?» he asked with a calm intensity.

«My service to Magnus was concluded at his death. I am leaving.»

The boat continued to push forward on the strength of the rowers, seeking open water before raising the sails. The two men stood twenty feet apart, eyes locked on one another, adjusting their stance with each movement of the ship in order to maintain balance.

«Your service is to the All Powerful and it is a lifelong decision; there is no leaving!»

Ukiru knew that this moment would be awkward, which was why he wanted to leave in private. «My service was never to the All Powerful. All these years, I could never hear his voice. My charge was to train you and teach you to hear his voice. I was already too old by the time I met Magnus.»

Soren’s eyes narrowed into a scowl. «You’re an unbeliever, then. And the worst kind, an impostor. Why didn’t Magnus discover this?»

«He knew,» Ukiru admitted. «I didn’t hide it from him.»

«And what now, now that you have seen the All Powerful with your own eyes?»

«It is a demon, and not something to be worshipped!»

Soren’s scowl turned into a mask of rage. «

traitor!» he hissed through his teeth.

«Don’t you realize that I could have left anytime? I was indebted to Magnus for what he did to help me. In exchange, I served him with honor. That debt has been repaid and now I’m leaving.»

«You can’t leave!»

Ukiru put his hand on the hilt of his sword. «I can and I will.»

This infuriated Soren, who drew his sword and charged at Ukiru, swinging his blade for the older man’s face.

Ukiru crouched and spun away from the attack, striking Soren’s leg as he moved out of the way.

Soren came to a stop and looked down at his thigh. His tunic was cleanly separated into a three inch cut, while the warm blood began to flow down his leg.

«Have you forgotten, already, what I taught you?» Ukiru asked, calmly. «Heightened emotions will cloud your ability to think clearly and act wisely.» He knew Soren would chafe at the instruction and only stir up more emotion, which was exactly what he wanted for his opponent.

Soren spun to his right and locked eyes with his former teacher. In an instant, the expression left his face and he appeared calm, even disconnected. «Here’s something you never learned, old man.» Soren’s eyes turned white and he began to twitch slightly.

Ukiru had seen this many times with Magnus, and realized that the All Powerful was inhabiting Soren’s body. He lunged forward, attempting to take advantage of Soren’s temporary distraction. He raised his sword and brought it down toward Soren’s head.

The sharp clang of steel sounded across the deck as Soren swiftly brought his blade into a defensive posture. Shoving Ukiru’s sword backward with his own, Soren attacked rapidly, slashing from different angles.

Ukiru stepped backward, fending each blow, the muscles in his wrist struggling to maintain control of the sword. Soren’s strength and speed were beyond anything Ukiru had experienced.

Soren paused his attack and changed his position so that he could drive Ukiru into the starboard railing.

Ukiru took the opportunity and drove forward, striking laterally with a two-handed grip.

Soren lunged to the side, dodging the blade and brought his own sword down on top of Ukiru’s extended weapon, trapping it against upward movement.

Ukiru pulled his weapon back and spun around, but Soren’s blade was already in place, blocking the next attack as well. His defenses were too quick and each time their weapons met, Ukiru could feel his own strength being sapped from his arms and hands. He had to keep on the offense if he was going to survive.

He retracted his sword and then quickly lunged forward with a stabbing thrust. The attack went farther through Soren’s defenses than expected. Soren flinched backward and brought his blade in a circular motion up to his neck, knocking Ukiru’s sword to the side, leaving a shallow cut across his collar bone and shoulder as he cleared the threat away from his neck.

The sideways force on the sword was too much for Ukiru and he felt the handle slip from his grip. He was now off-balance and his opponent had his sword in a ready position. He knew instantly that this was the moment it would happen. In a last desperate attempt, Ukiru jumped and twisted around to bring his left heel toward Soren’s face. It was a risk because he couldn’t see his opponent until the last minute.

As his body came around, building momentum, Ukiru’s face spun just ahead of his foot and he saw, at the last moment, that Soren wasn’t there. His foot followed its path, committed to the attack and kicked the air. Ukiru landed awkwardly on the deck, off-balance and vulnerable.

From the left corner of his vision, he could seed Soren moving in. In an instant, Ukiru felt his chest expand with an intense pressure and then the air left his lungs. He looked down to see the tip of Soren’s sword coming through the front of his rib cage. It lingered there for a second, then disappeared with a violent backward motion.

Then, the pain set in like being burned from the inside out. Ukiru turned, his knees losing strength, and saw Soren standing over him, his sword dripping with blood. Ukiru collapsed from weakness and lay on the deck. As he looked up at the blue sky, with soft clouds passing overhead, he felt regret that he had lived his whole life doing someone else’s bidding. Then the pain disappeared and darkness enclosed on his vision.

Chapter 19

The mist clung to the foothills in the south, revealing only the tops of the mountain range. Dacien’s horse walked along a gravel road that cut through fields of long grass, setting an easy pace for the others to follow. Late in the morning, the gravel road suddenly became a paved road, signaling that they were nearing Orud.

Aelia rode up alongside and slowed to match Dacien’s pace. «What will we do once we get to Orud?»

«We’ll go straight to the Council and explain what Magnus and his Generals were attempting.»

«Emperor Dacien Gallus

« Aelia mumbled to herself.

Dacien turned to his wife with raised eyebrows. «It may not be as easy as that,» he cautioned.

Aelia smiled. «Still, it’s fun to think about.»

«Empress Aelia Gallus,» Dacien said.

«That’s fun to think about too,» Aelia replied.

The southern wall of Orud slowly emerged from the fog, its massive height foreboding as it stretched from east to west as far as the eye could see. Dacien continued along the road, maintaining the lead position as the group made its way to the nearest gate. The portcullis was flanked by a pair of square towers with arched windows that overlooked the plains to the south, as well as the area in front of the gate. All of the window covers were propped open, which was an unusual sign that the city was on alert. Though the mist made it difficult to see, Dacien knew that archers stood at each of the windows ready to unleash their missiles upon anyone suspicious.

Just before they were within range of the archers, Dacien pulled his horse to a stop and allowed the others to catch up. «The city is on alert for some reason. Stay here; I will go and speak with the guards alone.»

Aelia looked concerned.

Dacien winked at her, then bumped his heels against the flanks of his horse. Another hundred yards brought him right up to the iron portcullis.

«Halt,» commanded a voice from the ground level of the left tower.

Dacien stopped his horse and waited, keeping his eyes on the arrowheads that were now visible just inside the windows of the upper levels.

A guard came out from the protection of his tower and approached Dacien.

If Dacien hadn’t dressed in his uniform, they might have stayed in their tower and shot him for looking suspicious. It was a good sign that he was being greeted face to face.

«State your name and purpose,» the guard ordered.

«General Dacien Gallus of Leoran. I am traveling with my wife and friends and wish to enter the city.»

The man’s suspicious countenance changed instantly. «My lord, I apologize for the nature of our welcome.»

Dacien nodded. «What’s going on here, soldier? Why is the city on alert?»

«It’s the Korgs, General. They’re coming to lay siege to the city.»

«

siege? Where did this information come from?»

«General Aulus of Orlek.»

Dacien looked back to the others, hardly visible now as the fog began to thicken. He looked back to the guard. «I must speak with the Council immediately.»

«Yes, my lord,» the man replied obediently. He ran back to the tower and disappeared through a doorway. Seconds later, the portcullis began to lift from the ground. Squeals of iron pierced through the dampening effect of the mist as the sharpened ends of the gate became visible, like the teeth of some giant monster.

Dacien turned around and waved for the others to come forward. When they arrived, he led them through the gate and into the city with a wave to the guards as they passed through. Once inside the city, it became apparent that the guard’s story wasn’t exaggerated. Citizens and soldiers were rushing everywhere. The city seemed on the verge of panic.

«Follow me. We need to ride quickly,» Dacien said over his shoulder. Kicking his horse into action, the group sped to a gallop and wound their way through the city streets. Even at their pace, it took half an hour to reach the center of the city where the Palace was located.

After entering the Palace gates, they came to a stop at the southeastern wing where the Council chambers were located. Dacien dismounted and gave the reins to Aelia. «I’m sorry, but they will be expecting to see everyone but you.»

«That’s alright,» Aelia answered. «Where are the stables?»

Dacien smiled. It was one of the things that he loved most about her. She was uncomplicated and hardly ever got her feeling hurt over such things. «

at the back of that building there,» Dacien replied, pointing to the north.

Saba, Maeryn, and Kael dismounted, as well, and each handed Aelia the reins. «Thank you,» Saba offered.

The halls outside the Council chambers felt cold. Torches lined the stone walls, illuminating the arched ceilings, but doing nothing to warm the interior. Dacien walked confidently, heading for the main meeting hall where the Council members would be. As they approached the large wooden doors, a man rose to his feet from a nearby bench and stepped toward Dacien.

«General,» the man called.

Dacien hadn’t ever met the man, but suspected that he was the former Colonel from Orlek.

«General Aulus Sentiun of Orlek,» the man confirmed, extending his hand in greeting as soon as Dacien was near.

Dacien wasn’t sure that this man could be trusted, but shook his hand anyway, just to be polite. Saba, Maeryn, and Kael stood behind a few paces, watching in silence.

«We missed you at Leoran,» the man said forwardly.

Dacien wasn’t sure how to take the comment, but decided to meet it head on. «We learned that you weren’t just coming to visit.»

Aulus squinted. «Indeed we were not. And I must apologize on behalf of my army. Our leadership was acting without our support, or that of the Council. Unfortunately, I was obligated to follow orders, as were my men.»

«Of course,» Dacien replied, warming up to the man.

«But I suppose that doesn’t matter now, does it?»

Dacien smiled but didn’t say anything, not wishing to incriminate himself.

Aulus continued. «The Council was quite relieved to learn of their deaths.»

«And what about you?» Dacien asked, getting right to the point. «Are you relieved?»

«Very much so!»

«Tell me,» Dacien continued. «What is this that I hear about the Korgan?»

«Well

« the man paused. «

after finding Leoran mysteriously deserted, we were pleased to march back to our ships and set sail for Orud. When we arrived in late winter, I informed the Council of our Emperor’s death, and that of his Generals. This is when I learned that the Council hadn’t approved or even been informed of the mission.»

Maeryn, Saba, and Kael stepped forward to hear his words more closely.

«I also warned them that Magnus had ordered nearly all of the northern and eastern forces to leave the wall near Orlek. This left us endangered by the Korgan hordes in the wastelands. They immediately ordered us to return to Orlek. We arrived at Suppard in early spring and I sent scouts at once to assess the situation in Orlek. They returned before we were even finished unloading the ships. They told me that Orlek had been completely overrun by the barbarians, the whole city burned to the ground. One of the survivors told them that the hordes moved west after the attack and that there were hundreds of thousands of them.»

«

hundreds of thousands?» Dacien repeated, not sure if he heard correctly.

«Yes, that’s right. Of course, he was a commoner and was likely exaggerating. But even if there were half that number, it’s still an incredible threat. We’ve battled the Korgs for nearly a decade in the east. And they’ve always been disorganized, fighting like wild animals. And we’ve never seen that many.»

Dacien shook his head in wonder.

«So I ordered the fastest ship to be relieved of all its cargo and I returned to Orud as quick as possible. I’ve only been here a few days and I’ve been meeting with the Council every day to discuss the matter.»

«Discuss the matter? Is that all that the Council has managed to accomplish in this time?»

«Well,» he replied, taken aback by Dacien’s accusing tone. «Preparations are underway as we speak.»

Just then, the doors opened and a guard walked out. «General, the Council will see you now.»

Dacien turned and walked toward the doors.

The guard immediately lowered his spear into Dacien’s path.

Dacien didn’t even slow his stride. «At ease soldier,» he said, pushing the man’s spear aside and walking through the doorway. As he entered the Council hall, he heard Aulus speaking to the guard, presumably making allowances for what just happened.

But Dacien was too upset to give regard to formality. His blood was pumping hard through his veins, driven by an intense frustration at what he had just heard.

«General Dacien. What brings you back to Orud?» one of the Council members called out.

Dacien strode down the center aisle and approached the meeting arena where all the seats were filled in one half of the circle. Apparently, the two guilds that had lost their representatives last year had appointed new ones.

«I’ve come to discuss my qualifications for serving as Emperor, but I see that there are more pressing matters.»

«Now wait just a minute,» Aulus called from the back of the room. He walked quickly down the aisle toward the Council as Maeryn, Saba and Kael came slowly into the room. «I’ve served as Colonel for many years in a capital city, faced with defending the Northern Wall against the Korgs on a nearly constant basis. Your experience has been as a Captain in some far away city to the south.»

Dacien smiled inwardly, though he remained stern on the outside. He expected this and didn’t fault the man for trying. «Yes. And I quickly rose to the position of General during times of war, where I’ve served for a year and a half. And now we are the same rank. But, as I was saying before you interrupted,» he said, turning back to the Council members. «I’ve just learned that a large Korgan force is marching toward Orud from the east. What is the Council doing about this threat?»

«We are considering several strategies. The first is

«

«Unacceptable,» Dacien interrupted, raising his voice. «You’ve met for days now and you are still considering strategies.»

«I beg your pardon, General,» one member countered. «But it is a complicated matter.»

«For you perhaps,» Dacien shot back. «You all aren’t experienced military leaders. And I don’t fault you for that. However, if these reports are true, then this Council needs to reach a decision today. There is no time for indecision. We must be moving troops into positions this very hour if we have any hope of stopping this siege.»

Though several Council members looked on the cusp of saying something, no words were spoken and the chambers were silent for a few seconds.

Dacien took the reins. «Colonel, how many do you have at your command in Suppard?»

«Twenty legions,» Aulus answered quickly. «Two of cavalry, two of archers, five of spearmen, and the remainder are foot soldiers and siege equipment operators.»

Dacien turned back to the guild leaders. «And last I knew the Orud guard was comprised of ten legions.»

One council member spoke up. «The slaves make up another ten legions, but they are still in training. I don’t think they even have all their weapons ready, yet. Their progress ground to a halt when Magnus set his sights on Leoran.»

«Alright,» Dacien replied. «And my forces at Leoran are too far away to be of any use. So that gives us forty thousand men.»

«

against hundreds of thousands?» Maeryn spoke up.

The room went silent again.

«But don’t forget,» Dacien finally said. «If we don’t go out to meet them and we allow them to come up against the walls of this city, they are the ones at a great disadvantage. Their hundreds of thousands might prove useless against our catapults. If we utilize our resources correctly, this could be an easy victory.»

«I appreciate your optimism General,» Aulus replied. «But I would advise you not to underestimate the Korgan. They are clever bastards and their tactics have improved immensely over the past ten years.»

Dacien looked over to Kael whose brow wrinkled at the comment. He knew that one of Kael’s childhood companions was now leading them and had likely brought a great deal of organization to the barbarian hordes.

«There are more soldiers at our disposal,» Maeryn offered.

Dacien understood instantly, looking to the Council just in time to see a few of the members cringe.

«As you know,» Maeryn continued, «I have held a position of authority within the Resistance.»

Dacien had never spoken to Maeryn about her involvement with the Resistance and hadn’t even considered the possibility. «Would they help?» he asked.

«Yes,» Maeryn answered. «In this instance, I believe they would.»

«Maeryn, how many men could you muster?»

Maeryn looked to the ground as if counting in her head. «

in the surrounding area

ten thousand.»

A collective gasp came from the Council. The farming guild representative stood from his chair. «That many?» he asked quietly.

It was clear to Dacien that the Council had grossly underestimated the strength and numbers of the Resistance. And to be fair, he had, as well. If there were ten thousand in the immediate vicinity, how many members did they have throughout the Empire?

«We would greatly appreciate any help they could offer,» he said to Maeryn, who simply nodded.

Saba put his hand up. «Uh

might I suggest that there are others, still? You men all represent guilds of hundreds, even thousands. Your skills could prove quite useful in times like these

especially the blacksmiths.»

The new blacksmith guild representative stood up. «My guild has already pledged to work day and night to provide weapons and armor.»

«Good,» Saba replied. «And what about the breeders? Your horses could turn foot soldiers into cavalry. And the farmers. The city will need food if the siege lasts for an extended period of time. The carpenters can make arrows and defense equipment. The citizens can fletch arrows. We need to think broadly. It isn’t just the soldier’s responsibility to help defend the city.»

Mischievous smiles began to appear on faces around the room.

«Do we have an agreement then,» Dacien asked. «We will put all discussions of the Emperor’s title on hold until this threat is dealt with. For now, we will each contribute in the way that we can. We will bring our disparate resources together to meet our common enemy.»

«Agreed,» one Council member stated, rising from his seat.

One by one, they all followed suit.

Chapter 20

The morning sun rose, but failed to pierce skies darkened with thick clouds. Rain fell in sporadic patches around the city. Aulus knew that it would make traveling more difficult, but he was glad, nonetheless, to have his orders. He watched as the crew untied the ropes that fastened his ship to the dock. The anchor had already been pulled up. And within minutes, oars came out from the flanks of the ship and began to cut into the water, moving his ship out into the bay where his sails could be used.

He looked down at the folded and sealed piece of parchment that detailed his orders. It gave him a steady sense of purpose that had been missing from his life for many years. He had served under Soren for a long time, to his dissatisfaction. And the culmination of that was an attempted attack on men of his own country. Now all that was past. It happened so rapidly that he hardly had the time to consider it.

But daunting as it may be to have the Korgs marching for Orud, and the battles that were only days ahead, Aulus felt truly happy for the first time in many years. He looked out across the bay and watched the westerly wind drive the rain at an angle into the ocean surface. It would be a quick trip back to Suppard.

He smiled. The Korgan will never expect what is about to happen.

Maeryn stepped out of the carriage and shielded her face from the rain. Moving quickly, she walked toward the building and stopped in front of a door, third from the left. The arched overhang offered a dry area just in front of the door. She hoped her information was accurate.

Reaching up, she lifted the iron knocker and rapped it against the thick, wooden door. It took a few minutes before she began to hear rumblings of movement behind the door. Maeryn glanced over her shoulder and saw that the two soldiers stood guard on opposite ends of the carriage. The driver looked slightly nervous. Maeryn wished the soldiers weren’t so obvious.

Quietly, the door swung inward a few inches.

Maeryn turned around to see a familiar face that was now bearded. But the pale skin and squinting eyes were unmistakable. «Noster?»

The door opened a bit more and he peeked his head out, looking over Maeryn’s shoulder at the Orud guards behind her.

«It’s alright; they’re with me,» she explained. «May I come in?»

He thought for a moment, then opened the door.

Maeryn walked through the doorway and into the foyer. Instantly, the smell of parchment and ink came to her senses.

Noster shut and locked the door behind her, then walked through another doorway at the back of the foyer.

Maeryn followed. The house was arranged in the typical fashion, with the bedrooms, kitchen, and washroom extending from a common central courtyard area. Noster walked to the back of the house and into a workroom, farthest from the entry. Scrolls were arranged on shelves around the room, with a familiar writing desk in the center.

«I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon. And you came in person

with Orud soldiers.»

Maeryn smiled. «I’m sure you know what’s happening?»

«Though the Resistance is in hiding, my ears still hear many things.»

«And what do they hear recently?» Maeryn asked.

«…rumors of a siege.»

Maeryn walked over to the desk. «They’re not rumors.»

Noster turned from his casual inspection of scrolls and looked at Maeryn. «So the Empire will finally get its due for how it has dealt with the Korgan over the years.»

Maeryn breathed a sigh, then sat in the chair that faced the desk. «Noster, how much do you know about our leadership?»

«Nothing. And they like it that way.»

Maeryn nodded. «Well, I know plenty. Let me be completely honest with you. The Resistance leader didn’t really care about the causes that you and I worked for. He was using our military might to keep pressure on the Empire’s forces, so that there was always a constant threat that needed to be managed. You see, the leader was actually part of the Orud military. And when his own personal progress through the political hierarchy slowed, he would order the Resistance to attack something. Over the years, this worked to undermine everyone’s confidence in the Emperor due to his inadequacy at dealing with the Resistance.»

Noster sat down on a low shelf. «You keep referring to him in the past tense.»

«Our leader was Magnus Calidon, the General of the Northern army, who then became our most recent Emperor.»

Noster raised his eyebrows, then looked to the ceiling, considering the weight of this new information. «So we’ve been fighting ourselves?»

Maeryn continued. «Magnus had many ways of manipulating things. He also had control over the Syvaku in the west, and the Korgs in the east. He used them in a similar manner.»

«But the Emperor is dead now,» Noster observed. «Why are you telling me this?»

Maeryn could see his disappointment. «Because you have given your life for a cause and have lived in secrecy. I believe that you deserve to know what has happened. Your efforts have not been in vain. Before he died, our leader freed the slave population in order to bolster the quantity of his armies. But he died before he could make use of them, before he could manipulate them. You and I have stayed true to the original meaning of the Resistance, even though our leadership abandoned those principals long ago. We now have a great opportunity and I need your help.»

«

opportunity?» he asked.

«Before he died, Magnus stirred up the Korgs and readied them for attack. Now he is gone and has left a mess in his wake. They are marching toward Orud as we speak, and have devastated everything in their path. Their numbers are in the hundreds of thousands. The Orud Council is strategizing on how to meet this threat. As you can imagine, the Korgs outnumber us by a significant margin.»

«

us?» Noster asked with suspicion. «We are not the Empire.»

«The people of this Empire have never been our enemies, rather, the Empire’s policies and practices. And our main objective has been achieved, no matter the motivation. Now we have an entire slave population indebted to us, as well as to our military forces. Now is the time for the Resistance to take its rightful place among this Empire. No more hiding. No more secrecy. The Empire needs our numbers and we can offer them on our terms. We have the opportunity to position ourselves in such a way as to have a much greater influence on the government than ever before.»

«That sounds risky,» Noster cautioned. «We’ll be completely exposed

and for what, the hope that we’ll be accepted?»

«I’ve already been to see the Council. The Empire is changing by the day. Our armies are operating under individual leadership, independently from one another. The Trade Guilds are supporting this effort in every way they can. It’s very different than the Empire we used to struggle against.»

Noster considered her words, scanning the floor with his darting eyes. Finally, he lifted his head. «You’ve told the Council about your involvement with the Resistance and they let you walk out alive?»

Maeryn smiled and lifted her hands, as if to offer proof that the plan would succeed.

«I suppose you want me send the wake-up call to the Resistance? What should I tell them?»

Maeryn fished in her cloak for a folded piece of parchment, then handed it to Noster. «This is the plan,» she said.

He held it for a moment without looking at it. Then a smile came over his face. «I must say, it has been a tremendously boring winter. It is good to see you again.»

Maeryn smiled, then stood up to leave. «These are exciting times, and it’s my hope that this is only a new beginning for us.»

Dacien walked along the northern ramparts of the city with the Orud Captain of the Guard, inspecting the fortifications. He was impressed by the defenses, which were a more elaborate version of what he experienced in Bastul and Leoran. What he hadn’t seen before was that the buildings and other structures outside the city walls were pushed back to a pre-determined distance so that they couldn’t be used as shields. The forces along the walls also knew the exact distance of certain features of the terrain in front of their station, which would prove useful for estimating the distance of enemy forces.

Large catapults were positioned at regular intervals along the walls, with smaller trebuchets, stone throwers and ballista between them. The ammunition for these pieces of equipment was being stocked by masses of laborers as Dacien traversed the fortification.

«General Aulus tells us that the Korgan have traditionally fought as savages, with little organization.»

«That’s true,» Dacien replied. «But their tactics have been steadily evolving over the past ten years. Their latest Commander is highly experienced in the ways of modern warfare. We shouldn’t be surprised by the sight of siege towers, catapults, and the like.»

The captain nodded.

Dacien looked out across the bare fields between the walls and the beginning of the outlying buildings, hundreds of yards away. Deep trenches traversed the landscape which were sloped on the side toward the city. The earthen slopes were spiked with iron spears embedded in the dirt and rock underlayment. As Dacien made a mental note of this in his mind, an idea began to form in his mind. «In a city this size, you must have access to pitch and oil.»

«Yes,» the captain replied cautiously.

«How much?» Dacien asked.

The captain looked out over the battle fields, then back to Dacien. «Let’s go find out.»

The line of citizens coming through the northern gate was long and slow moving. Saba and Aelia were attempting to help the guards who were overwhelmed by the masses.

Saba waved another farmer forward.

The man walked next to a pair of oxen pulling a large cart, periodically smacking the nearest beast’s rump to get it moving. Behind him was a woman leading another cart, with a third being led by a boy of fifteen years or so. The farmer stopped in front of Saba, eyeing the old man suspiciously.

Saba had already experienced this several times throughout the day. The citizens didn’t take well to being directed by others who were not in uniform. «What is your crop?» Saba asked.

«

wheat,» the man grumbled. «It’s all we had stored up.»

Saba nodded, then walked to the back of the cart to inspect the goods. The woman also looked sour and tired of waiting. It was understandable. At a time when they should be out in their fields planting, they had been told to abandon their homes and bring everything from their storehouses into the city. Saba smiled at the woman, then walked back to the man at the front of the cart.

After estimating the weight of the cargo and getting the man’s name, Saba made some notes on a piece of parchment. «Grains are being stored in the warehouse district, fourth street up and to the right.»

Without a word, the man smacked one of his animals and the cart lurched forward into a slow roll.

Saba breathed a sigh, then looked over to Aelia two rows away. She looked just as exhausted.

«Ten legions,» Kael said.

The instructor looked at the group of former slaves gathered in the massive training arena. «

nine hundred and forty,» the man clarified.

Kael scanned the group, trying to assess their alertness. «Have any been trained on horseback?»

«

no cavalry here, my lord. Not yet anyway. We started with wrestling and hand combat. Most of them excelled. Then we trained with the short sword, shield and spear. And for the last two months

long spears.»

Kael knew that these men needed at least another year to be fully battle ready. Unfortunately, they didn’t have that much time. «

any archery training?»

«No, my lord.»

«I assume you haven’t started them on group training at specific tasks. But I need you to make a judgment today. What is your assessment of their skills?»

«Well,» the man said, pausing to consider his answer. «Six hundred would function well as spearmen

the rest as foot soldiers.»

«Very well, Lieutenant. You have my permission to take what you need from the armory. Get these men prepared to take part in the third phase of the defenses. I’ll contact you when you’re needed.»

«Yes, my lord.»

As the sun declined in the east, Dacien sat at a long table with Aelia at his side. Saba, Maeryn and Kael sat across from them, enjoying the feast of roast duck, fish, a variety of fruits and cheeses, accompanied by a strong wine from the Royal vineyards. It had been silent for most of the meal, with each one lost in his own thoughts.

«The scouts came in today,» Dacien stated.

«Oh?» Kael responded. «What did they report?»

«The original estimate was wrong. There are approximately six hundred thousand.»

«Six hundred

« Maeryn started, then went silent.

Dacien continued. «They’re moving in three formations and their progress is slowed by the equipment they bring.»

Kael lifted his head. «Equipment?»

«Unfortunately, yes. They have siege towers, battering rams, catapults and ladders.

Kael nodded and his eyes gleamed with a look that Dacien hadn’t seen before.

«Donagh has been hard at work.»

«What was he like?» Saba asked.

Kael lifted his wine goblet and took a long swallow, then carefully set it down. «He was tall and muscled, even more so than Narian. And he knew how to use his size to get what he wanted. He was always a bit immature, but that disappeared as soon as he got into the training arena. He was a gifted athlete and among the best in hand-to-hand combat. His downfall was that he was extremely self-centered, which made him weak when it came to leading others. People would only listen to him out of fear that he’d react violently. But they didn’t respect him. I would expect him to be much the same now.»

«That’s good to know,» Dacien said. «If these hordes are driven by fear, they can easily be disheartened. Our fight would be much more difficult if there was a great deal of loyalty among our enemies.»

«Don’t be so sure,» Saba cautioned. «The Korgan have a long history of defending themselves against more advanced peoples. They are primitive, but their culture is based on very different motives than anything you or I know. They have a distinct hierarchy, much like a pack of wolves. The one who is most fierce in battle earns the right to lead and all the others either fall into line or challenge the leader. They kill each other as a means of establishing their order.»

Maeryn chimed in. «That sounds like any other group of men. What’s so different?»

Kael immediately thought of his time at the monastery and was inclined to agree with his mother.

«I heard,» Aelia added, «that they mark their skin with designs after they kill.»

«That’s right,» Saba replied. «It’s a way of showing the other people in the tribe, as well as their enemies, how dangerous they are. You can also see this in other parts of nature. In the far south regions, where the trees and bushes grow so thick that they block out the light of day, there are animals that are brightly colored, such as frogs and snakes. These are usually the poisonous ones. Their colors are a warning to predators.»

«How do you know all these things?» Aelia asked.

Maeryn leaned forward. «Saba is a very wise man. That’s why your father and I chose him to be Kael’s mentor.»

Saba looked at Aelia and shrugged his shoulders.

«Nevertheless,» Dacien stated. «If their motivation is anything other than loyalty for their country and their own people, their spirits will be easier to break.»

Saba held up his hands. «I only caution that it would be unwise to underestimate them.»

Kael spoke up to move the conversation past this point of contention. «How far away are they?»

«The first wave will arrive tomorrow, but if they’re smart,» Dacien said, looking over at Saba. «

they won’t attack until their siege equipment has caught up.» Then, he raised his goblet. «We’ve made all the preparations that we can. Now we must leave it to the gods to sort things out.»

Kael raised his goblet, even though he didn’t agree with Dacien’s toast. Whatever gods there were, they would have nothing to do with this war.

Chapter 21

Dacien surveyed the plains from his position atop a guard tower along the northern wall of Orud. The main road ran in a direct line toward the city and underneath his tower. It was the only way into the city along the thirty mile stretch of land that separated the west and east bays. He knew it would be the focus of any attack. Spanning the road at intervals of two hundred feet were three smaller guard towers restricting passage to anything larger than the standard ox cart. If the enemy’s siege equipment was going to be moved into range and be effectively used, it would have to come along this road. Across the fields, small, dark shapes began to move among the buildings that were just out of range for the longest catapults. The enemy had arrived.

Since the horizon was populated with structures of various kinds, there was no way to see the masses that were likely gathering just out of sight. But the noise of their arrival was like a dull drone in the background, low and constant. The first wave of Korgs had arrived hours ago, but now their siege equipment had caught up and it seemed that they were readying themselves for attack.

At the limits of his vision, Dacien could see something moving along the road. As it neared, its long and low shape identified it as a battering ram enclosed in an armored housing. The housing usually protected the ropes and pulleys that powered the thrust of the head, which meant that the Korgs had, indeed, become more sophisticated in their tactics.

The battering ram was pushed and pulled by dozens of men, who only appeared as dark, earthen colored shapes from this distance. The ram moved quickly on the well-constructed road, its great wheels turning rapidly. Though it was now within range, Dacien withheld any attack.

It came to a stop in front of the first guard tower, six hundred feet out from the walls of Orud. The guard tower was comprised of two square columns on either side of the road with a wall between them. A giant iron portcullis sat in the center of the wall, with its bottom teeth embedded into the receiving ports in the ground. The gate was securely locked and the tower abandoned by the soldiers who usually manned this position.

The men who had moved the battering ram into position were now scrambling around the rear and sides of the wood and iron machine, readying it to do its work of destroying the iron gate.

Dacien looked to his left and then to his right. The catapults atop the guard towers on either side of his were ready.

Dacien lifted his hand, then let it drop.

A soldier behind him copied this motion with a bright red flag.

A loud clank split the air and the sound of rushing wind was followed by two burning streaks arching through the air toward the battering ram. The oil-filled projectiles both hit their marks. The one on the left exploded at the base of the battering ram. Flaming oil burst from the projectile and covered the men, the ground, and the base of the left side of the battering ram. A second later, the one on the right hit the armored side of the ram and engulfed it in flames.

Half of the barbarians ran back along the road to safety, while the others scattered in different directions, trying to put out the flames that had attached to their skin and clothes. In seconds, the battering ram became a ball of flames, sending a dark streak of black into the midmorning air. And, after a few minutes, it became another obstacle for the attacking enemy to overcome.

The writhing mass of men gathered between the buildings, parted quickly at the sight of their Commander. He approached from the rear, head and shoulders taller than the rest. His waist and thighs were loosely draped with furry animal skins. Across his shoulders hung a cloak, gathered at one side with a torc made of bone. The rest of his muscled frame was bare, except for the black tattoos that covered every inch of his skin. The intricate swirls and shapes wove together and spread over his body, like vines that engulf a tree, covering even his chiseled face and shaven head.

Though the crowds were thick, they parted immediately so that Donagh never had to break his stride. He entered a building and ascended stairs that led to the roof terrace. From this new vantage point, he could look out over the fields which separated him from his objectivethe city of Orud. To his left, a burning pile of wood and iron sat in front of the first gate, blocking passage along the road.

His eyes lifted to the sky and took note of the dark gray clouds that hung overhead, ready to release their burden on the earth. A determined look spread across his face while he smiled inwardly. He barked a quick command in a guttural language, and one of the men standing nearby, ran away to relay the orders.

The Captain of the Orud guard came up the steps of the guard tower and walked toward Dacien who was looking out over the north fields. «General, why are they waiting?»

«The rain,» Dacien replied. The Korgs hadn’t made a move in hours and the Orud soldiers were getting restless. «As soon as this storm begins, they will attack. Tell your men to be patient; we have no reason yet to deviate from the plan.»

The afternoon passed agonizingly slow. The anticipation of the siege had created a city-wide panic that required a great deal of planning and labor to manage. Likewise, the soldiers had stocked all the necessary ammunition for each catapult and projectile weapon along the walls, ready to use them at a moment’s notice. The arrival of the Korgs and the first confrontation created a destructive glee among the guards. But all that had faded in the hours spent looking at the enemy from a distance.

The clouds were thick overhead, and smears of darkness could be seen descending from the sky in the east. It was raining elsewhere, just not on the battlefield. The ambient light that made its way through the storm above began to darken as night descended.

Dacien felt a raindrop hit his face. He stood and walked to the front of the tower, looking out over the wall. The other soldiers watched him carefully, excited at the prospect of action.

A mile away to the northwest, sheets of rain were falling on the land and moving steadily closer. «Alert the guard,» he said to the man who followed his every move.

The man raised his small red flag and twirled it, receiving an identical signal from the towers on either side seconds later.

Then it finally happened. First, the ground began to darken, one tiny spot at a time. Then, the sound of raindrops could be heard as they fell on different surfaces, creating a steady but random sound that drowned out all else. Within seconds, Dacien’s hair and clothes were soaked. In the distance, he could see movement among the enemy ranks.

In perfect unison, the enemy line exploded into motion. As far as the eye could see in either direction, the Korgs began to advance upon the fields. They came out from between the buildings and set foot upon the grassy fields, one after the other without end. As one man came to the battlefield, another came behind him, and so on. The sight of their numbers was enough to drive fear into anyone’s heart.

But Dacien had been anticipating this very moment and had planned accordingly. He waited until the first wave of the enemy reached the first trench running across the field. As anticipated, the ranks became very dense behind the frontline, due to the ten foot drop.

Dacien’s eyes narrowed as he raised his right hand, then let it drop. With only a few second’s delay, the long range catapults released a volley of melon sized rocks through the air. The time between release and impact seemed endless as the dark round shapes arched through the rain and became visually smaller by the second.

The only indication of the volley doing its work was the appearance of tiny pockets of movement among the ranks of the enemy, appearing one after the other just as long grasses move in response to the wind. Though he couldn’t see it clearly, Dacien could imagine the impact six hundred feet away. «Catapultsfire at will,» he shouted.

As the north battlements became engulfed in the noise of battle, Dacien shifted his gaze to the north road at the front of the enemy line. Already, he could see the vague outline of more machines being lined up. A mischievous smile spread across his lips. So far, the enemy was acting in a predictable manner. They would use the benefit of their numbers to draw the catapult fire away from their machines, which would be moved into position by way of the road. It would be physically impossible to get machinery in range of the Orud walls any other way.

The masses of Korgs kept coming forward, now reaching the second trench, and still more were pouring out from between the buildings at the edge of their range. It was like lifting a rotten log to find hundreds of termites wriggling inside. Only in this case, it was hundreds and thousands of full grown men bent on destroying the city.

Dacien again waited until the enemy ranks swelled up behind the second trench, then gave the signal for the rock throwers to engage. They were smaller catapults using fist-sized rocks and their range was much shorter.

In between the clanking metal and low, loud sound of the long-range catapults, a facet of brighter and sharper sounds was added. Now Dacien could see the enemy falling in response to their defenses. Because of the sheer density of the invading forces, every shot found its mark. Korgs were falling by the hundreds, but more kept coming. Rain pummeled the field. Catapults and rock throwers release their ammunition. The shouts of the enemy came across the field in waves. And the machines began to move.

Dacien turned his attention to the road. Lined up in a procession were numerous battering rams being both driven and pulled by scores of men. Dacien turned to his signal officer and nodded. The man raised his flag and waved it in a different pattern this time. The catapult atop Dacien’s tower groaned and creaked, as it was turned to target the battering rams. The Orud defenders were adept at quick changes, and the process took less than a minute. Looking back to the field, Dacien saw projectiles begin to crash into the rams and the surrounding men. The impact was devastating. Their aim was perfect.

The unfortunate men charged with moving these massive constructions received the brunt of the attack, mowed down by the inertia of the boulders. One projectile from the right side catapult destroyed the first two wheels of the second ram in the procession, causing it to tilt to one side and run into the ground. The first battering ram carried forward, but the rest were held up behind the newly created obstacle. The others would try to go around it and would only make them more vulnerable as they slowed to accomplish the task.

The hordes of foot soldiers reached the third trench and Dacien signaled for the bolt throwers to engage. The four foot long wooden bolts were normally fitted with long iron tips to penetrate enemy armor. But in preparation for the masses of Korgs who fought in nothing more than animal skins, they had been fitted with broad bladed tips to increase their effectiveness. The wisdom of this decision was proven within seconds of their use. Each bolt took down two or three men, as opposed to only one.

The rain continued to fall, and the afternoon light was now completely gone. The sound of thunder echoed across the fields, accompanied by flashes of light among the clouds above. Each flash illuminated the battlefield for only a moment, revealing thousands upon thousands of glistening bodies, surging toward the city walls.

Dacien squinted through the rain and tried to see if anything had changed at the border of the battlefield and the outlying buildings, but it was too far and the visibility was poor. Provided that nothing had gone wrong, General Aulus should be making his move any minute.

After stalking the tracks of the Korgan hordes for days, General Aulus Sentiun and the combined northern and eastern armies of the Orud Empire had finally arrived at the outskirts of the city. With the walls of Orud spanning the thirty miles of land between the western and eastern bays, it appeared that the enemy had spanned out to take up roughly ten miles of that space, centered on the northern gate. Within these ten miles, their forces were spread thin and long, congregating mostly between the buildings that had sprung up over the years along the edges of the battlefields.

Aulus liked the scenario that had presented itself to him. The darkness of night and the buildings would provide the needed cover. The rain would muffle the sound. It was likely that the front lines of the Korgs would never know what was happening at their rear until it was too late.

Aulus ordered the enemy flanks to be covered by spearmen. The traditional Orud formation was ten rows of soldiers, with those in the rear carrying the longest spears and those in the front carrying the shortest. In this fashion, each of the first five rows of men were protected by an impenetrable wall of spearheads. Behind the spearmen, foot soldiers with short swords and shields were arranged in another tightly packed formation to quickly dispatch any who managed to get by the spearmen. Behind the foot soldiers, archers would send volleys of arrows overhead to thin the enemy ranks before the pikemen ever made contact.

These forces would move in from the right and left while Aulus led the cavalry straight on, followed by another formation of foot soldiers. The goal, as General Dacien had explained it, was to push all the Korgan forces onto the field and trap them there. Aulus liked the strategy. Though he didn’t know what Dacien planned beyond this, he was eager to find out.

The General glanced to his right and left, seeing that his men were ready. Their faces were illuminated by periodic flashes of light from the clouds above. With a gentle nudge, he started his horse into a trot. He pulled his sword free of its scabbard and it rang with a sharp metallic tone. Though he had faithfully served for decades defending the city of Orlek from these barbarians, this type of battle suited him better. For once, he would attack and the Korgan would defend.

Moving slowly down a paved street, Aulus rounded a bend and the backs of hundreds of Korgs could be seen. Though they were still more than a mile away from the battlefield, these barbarians were packed into the streets, awaiting their turn to enter the battle.

Aulus kicked the flanks of his horse and its trot increased to a gallop. The men beside him followed his lead, their own horses picking up speed to match his. The sound of the hooves on the stone pavers alerted the first of the Korgs, causing them to turn and face the attack. But in the confines of the packed streets, there was nowhere for them to go.

Aulus’ war horse collided with the rear ranks, trampling men as it plowed through. He swung his sword in broad strokes, cutting and hacking through flesh and bone. The barbarians swung their crude iron swords in panicked overhead strokes, but they were no match for the cavalry. Every enemy that fell gave Aulus just a bit more satisfaction as he thought of all the horrendous acts that these people had perpetrated upon the citizens of Orlek.

He left a swath of fallen bodies in his wake. He was already breathing hard and the night had just begun. He had heard stories from old veterans that in prolonged battles, a bloodlust would overtake you and you would forget all feelings of pain or exhaustion. He knew this night he would join the ranks of those veterans.

Chapter 22

«General Dacien,» shouted a voice from across the guard tower.

Dacien turned as the Orud Captain of the Guard strode across the smooth stone. He wore a look of concern on his face.

«Captain?»

«Black ships have entered the eastern bay under the cover of darkness,» the man shouted above the din of battle. «A small force of men has taken control of the eastern gate from the inside. It appears that they are trying to open the gate for the invading forces aboard the ships.»

«Who on the inside would do this?»

«I don’t know,» the man yelled, covering his ear as the long range catapult released its load.

«And what of the Orud navy?» Dacien asked.

«They are trying to mobilize, but they won’t be able to keep the black ships from reaching land. They came too quickly. I need to take half of our ground forces to secure the gate and prevent them from breaching the city walls.»

Dacien glanced over his shoulder at the battlefield below him. «I’ll secure the gate,» he replied.

«Very well. And don’t worry about us,» the man offered. «Everything is going as planned on the northern front. We will have victory before daybreak tomorrow.»

Dacien nodded. «May the gods smile upon you,» he said, clasping the man’s forearm.

Kael had just finished saddling his horse when Dacien rode into the stables. Kael knew instantly that something had changed. «What is it?»

Dacien pulled the reins to the left to turn his horse around. «

change of plans. A fleet of black ships has invaded the eastern bay.»

«The Kaliel,» Kael breathed.

«They are working with a small force on the inside that has taken control of the eastern gate. The captain has given us half the ground forces to secure the gate and keep the invaders out. Are you ready to ride?»

«

just,» Kael replied quickly. In one swift movement, he swung up on to his horse and slid his feet into the stirrups. «I’ll round them up.»

Within minutes, half of Kael’s cavalry was riding a full speed with Dacien in the lead. Running behind them were spearmen and foot soldiers, with the understanding that the cavalry wouldn’t wait. They would engage the enemy as soon as possible.

The streets of Orud were barren at this hour. All of the citizens were holed up in secure areas in anticipation of a breach. This made maneuvering through the city much easier than normal, despite the fact that the streets were completely dark and wet.

They reached the eastern gate in fifteen minutes. Kael and Dacien slowed their horses as they assessed the situation. The portcullis stood open. Through the arched gateway, ships could be seen only a few yards out from the docks. Atop the guard tower, a few dozen armored men in black clothing held the high ground. Archers rained arrows down on the Orud guard, while infantry held the stairs on either side. The few remaining Orud guardsmen took cover behind nearby buildings. The bodies of their fellow soldiers littered the streets and stairs leading up to the tower.

«I’ll take the right,» Kael shouted, kicking his steed into a sprint.

In unison, the cavalry separated with half following Kael toward the broad stairs to the right of the tower, while Dacien veered left.

At once, arrows glanced off the stone underfoot. Two riders behind Kael were hit and fell from their horses. Kael rode hard and reached the stairs, his horse ascending the steps in long strides. The infantry closed their ranks and descended the steps to meet him. Just before he reached them, Kael slid his leg over the saddle and dropped to the stairs, ducking behind a column that shielded him from the archers to his left. Kael could see that these soldiers were also of the Kaliel. How they got inside the city, he didn’t know.

Springing from his position behind the column, Kael surged forward, drawing the curved crystal sword free of its scabbard. White light scattered in a million directions as the sword seemed to reflect and amplify the moonlight.

The Kaliel infantry slowed their advance at this strange sight.

Kael kept moving.

When he was within range, the first Kaliel soldier swung a double-edged sword in a forehand cut.

Kael did likewise.

A brilliant flash of light burst as the swords met. Kael expected resistance, but felt almost nothing. His sword continued on its path, cutting cleanly through the other man’s sword as well as the upper portion of the man’s chest and shoulder. The pointed half of the man’s blade spun through the air and Kael flinched as it nearly hit him in the face.

The man slumped to the steps.

Kael had developed a deep respect for this weapon, but also realized that it would take some getting used to, and could be dangerous if not used properly.

Another two approached. The one on the right stabbed for Kael’s midsection.

Kael parried the sword with the side of his own blade and stepped forward, inside the man’s defenses. With a two-handed stroke, he cut through the man’s belly and raised his sword to block the attack of the next.

In a matter of seconds, he would be surrounded. He could feel the enemy soldiers moving around his right flank, trying to pin him against the wall on his left. The other cavalry had dismounted and were moving up the steps.

Kael’s sense detected a solution and he immediately obeyed. Lunging to the right, between two men, he broke free of the immediate tangle and struck out with a rapid flurry of attacks. Limbs were severed and swords dropped to the steps.

All of a sudden, Kael found that he had plowed through the small group and had thinned their numbers by half. He now stood a few steps from the top and had the high ground. His other men were engaged at the bottom of the stairs. Only six Kaliel remained facing him.

Behind them in the courtyard, the Orud infantry were still pinned down by the archers.

Kael surged forward, drawing attacks from two men who came forward to meet him. They both slashed for him, but he pulled back and let their attacks hit nothing but air. Then he moved in and took them down with one backhand slash.

The other four tightened their stance and moved in as a group, swords stabbing outward.

Kael moved back and ran into the wall.

They surged toward him again, thrusting with double-edged swords.

With a quick two-handed slash, Kael sliced through their swords. The blade tips fell to the steps, ringing loudly on the stone. Stepping back in the opposite direction, he cut through the three men on the left before he lost momentum.

The last man jumped back as his fellow soldiers slumped to the ground, dead before they touched the steps.

Kael quickly moved forward and plunged his blade into the man’s chest. His aim was perfect; the man’s heart stopped before he even realized what happened.

Kael pulled his sword free and ascended the steps, reaching down to pull a body off the stairs. Heaving the fleshly shield in front of him, he stepped out from behind the wall at the top of the stairs. Suddenly, the body was riddled with arrows. With one hand holding the body and the other his sword, Kael moved across the wall toward the gate, trying to make as much progress as possible before they got off another round.

He made it within a few feet of the first archer when they released their second volley. His shield took the brunt of the attack, but one of the arrows pierced his exposed left forearm as he lifted the body in front of him. He dropped the dead soldier and advanced, knowing that he only had a few seconds before the next round.

Bolting forward, Kael cut through the first man at a full run.

He dropped the second and third easily while they fumbled for the next arrow from their quivers.

The forth managed to let loose his next bolt, but it went wide and glanced off the stone wall to Kael’s right. Kael cut through the man’s bow and chest in one motion.

The last archer had retreated ten yards away to the arched doorway leading to the gate mechanism room. He stood with his bow fully drawn, aiming for Kael’s chest.

Kael switched his sword to his left hand and moved a few cautious steps forward.

He could feel the man’s intentions, like he was looking through his eyes.

The man made the decision to let go of the bow string.

Kael felt it.

The fingers loosened their grip.

Kael felt it.

The string went taught and projected the arrow forward.

Kael was already moving into a spin, raising his right arm and bringing it in front of his body.

The arrow passed by as Kael’s back was turned from the archer.

The timing was perfect. The shaft of the arrow slid through Kael’s fingers and held at its balance point. Continuing to spin, he used the velocity of the arrow to bring him around to face the enemy once again, releasing it back on its owner.

The arrow stuck in the man’s neck and he dropped his bow. A look of complete shock came over him. Blood spurted from the wound and he grabbed for it, trying to hold it in. He dropped to his knees and looked back at Kael in unbelief. Then his face lost its color and he fell to the stone.

Kael looked down to the arrow protruding from his left forearm. The arrow head had gone clean through. He grabbed the shaft and pulled it the rest of the way through his arm, then cast is aside. His hand was tingling, but still had some sensation. He transferred the sword back to his right hand.

Through the arched doorway, he passed by large iron gears, ropes and pulleys that comprised the control mechanisms for the portcullis below. Toward the back of the room, a four-inch thick rusted iron rod was mounted on the stone wall with a swivel, allowing it to be moved into place to lock one of the main gears. One look told him that it was damaged and wouldn’t operate as designed.

Kael gripped his sword with both hands and raised it overhead. As he brought the sword down, he pulled inward with his left hand, bringing the hilt closer to his body, causing the blade tip to accelerate with tremendous force. He felt the impact as the blade dug into the iron. A sharp clang deafened his ears as a flash of light blinded his eyes. A second later, the upper half of the iron rod fell to the floor, the severed end shiny and clean.

The freed gear spun rapidly and the squealing sound of the portcullis could be heard under his feet. Seconds later, a loud thud rumbled the earth as the portcullis slammed into the street beneath the arched gate.

Kael quickly moved to the opposite doorway and waited to the side.

A Kaliel infantryman came into the room with his sword drawn.

Kael slipped behind him and grabbed him by the neck, pushing his sword through the man’s back and into his belly.

The soldier cried out in pain and surprise. His injury wasn’t fatal, but he instantly became compliant.

Kael turned him around and pushed him through the door.

The nearest archer swung around and loosed his arrow right into the man’s chest.

Kael pulled his sword free and pushed the man aside, dispatching the archer with one swift cut.

The remaining archer turned at the sound of the commotion.

Dacien, who had been pinned behind the wall on the opposite side, used the distraction to his advantage, lunging forward from his hiding spot.

The archer turned back and released his arrow.

Dacien was already too close and knocked the man’s bow to the side with his sword. Blood from the man’s hand splattered the wall as the arrow flew wide. Dacien dropped his shoulder and rammed into the soldier, pushing him backward and over the edge of the wall.

The Kaliel archer fell backward, thirty feet to land hard in the courtyard below.

Breathing heavily, Dacien rose to his feet.

Kael met his eyes for a moment, but neither said a word.

They both exhaled a sigh of relief.

Then Dacien walked over to the nearest arched window and pushed open the wooden shutter, looking for the ships in the bay. «It looks like half of the ships have docked,» he said, almost breathless.

Kael was already waving for the Orud guard to come out of hiding. In the distance, the infantry from the northern wall had just arrived.

«We need to get these catapults armed and firing,» Dacien said.

«Reinforcements are here,» Kael announced. They had seen his signal and were now moving up the stairs on either side of the guard tower. As he turned back to Dacien, a thought occurred to him. «Dacien,» he shouted over the rising sound of marching footsteps.

The General turned.

«What about the western bay?»

Dacien thought for a second. «The captain didn’t say anything, but

«

«Exactly!»

Dacien paused, thinking through the possibility. «Take the cavalry and go as fast as you can. We can hold them now that the gate is shut.»

Without a word, Kael turned and ran back through the doorway to the other side of the guard tower.

Chapter 23

The sun peaked above the eastern horizon, sending bright rays across the wet landscape. The clouds were beginning to break up and reveal blue skies. All across the northern battlefield, the bodies of the Korgs covered the ground.

The captain smiled at the sight of the sun. They had made it through the evening without the walls being breached. It was quite an achievement. But now, the Korgan equipment was in place and they were beginning to launch their catapults. And still the masses continued to pour onto the fields in seemingly inexhaustible numbers.

To his right, a projectile landed on top of the wall between two towers. It missed the catapult, but took out a five foot section of the wall and three soldiers, raining debris down into the courtyard. The real battle had begun.

The captain looked out over the fields and waited for the signal.

General Aulus was completely exhausted. His arms felt so weak that he had trouble holding onto his sword. He was covered in Korgan blood from head to foot. Sometime during the night, one of the barbarians had cut his horse out from underneath him. He had fallen hard from the back of his horse and he was sure that bones in his left shoulder were shattered.

He gritted through the pain and struggled to hold his shield up. Only a half hour earlier, they had given up trying to slaughter the barbarians. They were only a few more yards away from the battlefield and he and his fellow soldiers were now resigned to literally pushing the Korgs out of their hiding places.

With a loud shout, he surged forward and his companions followed his lead. With shields locked into an impenetrable wall, they dug their feet into the ground and pushed with all their might. At first, it seemed impossible, but slowly, the crowds began to move.

As the enemy gave way to the power of the Orud infantry, it became easier and easier. The enemy started trampling one another in an attempt to get away.

Suddenly, Aulus’ feet met with wet earth. They had reached the battlefield. Only a little farther now.

The Korgs began to turn and run.

Aulus and his men ran in pursuit. All along the battlefront, he could see the spearmen and infantry surging forward. Their plan had succeeded.

The Korgs fell over the side of the first trench and were impaled on the long iron spikes embedded in the earth. Eventually, the bodies covered the ground and the rest of the barbarians landed safely on a cushion of their fellow soldiers.

Aulus stopped running. Turning back to the buildings behind him, he waved. Seconds later, bright red flags were being waved from the rooftops. Aulus turned back toward the city, wondering what was supposed to happen.

The catapults stopped firing.

Then in unison, as far as the eye could see, all the long range catapults atop the city walls sent up a volley of flaming projectiles. They hung in the air a moment before descending rapidly to land in the first trench and explode into flames.

Aulus walked forward a bit.

The flames began to spread quickly. It seemed odd that the oil inside the projectiles would spread so evenly. Within seconds, the entire trench was on fire. That’s when Aulus realized that the trenches had been oiled.

The wall of flames shooting up from the trench burned hot and smelled of charred human flesh. Aulus looked down the length of the trench and saw nothing but flames in both directions. As soon as he gathered his wits, he began to move for the road that ran straight through the trenches and into the city gate. It was the only area that wasn’t on fire.

«Follow me,» he yelled. «If they try to escape, they’ll use the road to do it.»

Walking as quickly as his legs would carry him, he made his way to the mouth of the road twenty yards away. His men followed him, as did the remaining Orud soldiers that were now in disarray, scattered across the field between the buildings and the first trench. Before they could assemble, Korgs began to pour out of the opening in the flames. Aulus began to run. He wasn’t sure where the strength came from, but he felt an urgency that bordered on panic. They had to keep the Korgs from escaping.

Already, some of his infantry who were nearer to the road were engaging the enemy. They were attacking at random without the usual disciplined formations, caught off guard by the moment.

Aulus arrived at the road and moved into the fray. He could now see down the road which was covered with the enemy. It was like looking through a gate of fire. Each successive trench was blazing and the Korgs that had managed to stay out of the ten foot deep gouges in the landscape were now trapped between walls of fire.

Suddenly, Aulus’ eyes focused on one of the enemy. He stood a full head and shoulders above the rest of his counterparts. His tattooed skin and shaved head glistened with sweat and blood. He was surrounded by Orud infantry and was swinging a long, double-edged sword in wide arcs around himself. Everywhere he turned, soldiers dropped dead at his feet.

Aulus made his way toward the man that he knew to be the Korgan warlord. He had a score to settle. When he was only ten feet away, a dull thud sounded as a catapult boulder bounced off the road and slammed into the warlord. It violently shoved his body aside, crushing bone upon impact.

Aulus swung his sword wildly at the fleeing Korgs, cutting them down like wheat as he tried desperately to reach the enemy leader. When he arrived, he could see that the errant catapult fire had done the job that he wished for. The massive barbarian lay on the ground. The lower half of his body was twisted from the upper half as if they each had a mind of their own and decided to go their separate ways. His spine was clearly shattered, as well as his legs, which were splayed at odd angles.

Aulus looked down on the man with mixed emotions. He felt satisfaction that this beast of a man was dead. He felt a sense of relief that perhaps the struggles of the past decades were over. He felt cheated out of the glory that he wished for himself. But above all, he felt exhausted.

From atop the central guard tower along the north wall, the Captain of the Orud Guard watched as the enemy, trapped between the blazing ditches, fell beneath a shower of catapult fire. General Aulus’ forces had succeeded in pushing the remnants of the enemy out of the buildings and onto the field, and now it was a slaughter. As predicted, the Korgs who couldn’t move forward or backward began to press toward the road running to and from the captain’s guard tower. All the catapult fire was concentrated in this densely populated area and they were ordered to keep firing until their ammunition was exhausted.

Most of the Korgs tried to escape, but some actually moved in toward the city walls. This was a mistake. When they cleared the last trench, they were within range of the archers. A thick rain of arrows fell on the closest of the invading forces and quickly stopped them from mounting an attack.

As the bolt throwers and other defensive machines began to run out of ammunition, the captain signaled for the ground forces to move in. The delay was longer than expected, but after several minutes he could see groups of cavalry, spearmen, and infantry moving across the fields between the trenches. Ahead of them, waves of the enemy scattered in retreat. But without anywhere to escape, they fell by the hundreds. The captain surveyed the fields and after hours of battle, concluded that the hundreds of thousands of barbarians had been nearly wiped out. The battle was won.

«Fire,» Dacien yelled.

The rear line of archers released a volley of arrows over the top of the eastern wall, while the front aimed through the arched windows. The combined attack fell heavy on the forces of the Kaliel that were now assembled on the shore between the harbor and the city. The enemy soldiers, who had been expecting to breach the city through an open gate, were now trapped.

The gate was closed, and in the harbor, the Orud navy had finally assembled. An array of ships spread out to form a blockade preventing any escape. They were steadily moving inward, closing the gaps between them.

Some of the rearmost Kaliel ships turned to meet the navy. Dacien watched as two ships collided. Grappling ropes were thrown across the deck of the Kaliel ship, securing its retreat. Instantly, soldiers jumped from one deck to the other as hand-to-hand combat ensued.

«General,» one of the frontline archers shouted.

Dacien ran toward the man and saw the uppermost supports of a siege ladder peering above the wall. Instinctively, the archers concentrated their fire at the ladder, but they only managed to hit half of the Kaliel that were quickly scaling the apparatus. Dacien was prepared. He waved for the infantry that were assembled in the courtyard to prevent a breach.

The first of the attackers came over the top of the wall and dropped six feet to the walkway. He was instantly met by Orud infantry hungry for some action. One by one, men came over the wall only to find that the city was well defended.

When the infantry had beaten back the attack, they pushed the ladder away from the walls with long poles. It finally fell backward on the crowds assembled below.

This appeared to be the last straw as the Kaliel began to retreat to their ships.

«General,» a messenger announced from behind.

Dacien turned.

«They’re ready.»

«Perfect,» Dacien replied. «Bring them up and get the catapults loaded.»

«General, shall we give chase?» asked a lieutenant.

«Not yet,» Dacien corrected. «Let them board their ships.»

«Yes, Sir,» the man replied, then ran away to convey the orders.

The retreat happened rapidly, and while the Kaliel boarded their ships and prepared to try their chances with the Orud navy, Dacien gave instructions to the soldiers manning the catapults. «Each one choose a ship. Aim carefully. Stay well away from our own ships. The navy can deal with any that slip by.»

By the time Dacien got back to his vantage point, the catapults were ready and the Kaliel were moving away from the docks and entering the harbor. Raising his hand high into the air, Dacien brought it down and yelled, «fire!»

Of the first wave, only about a quarter found their mark. But the damage inflicted by the flaming projectiles was severe. Upon impact, the enemy ships were covered in flame. A few shots were slightly short and hit the hull of the ships at the waterline. The breached hulls quickly took on water and the ships began to sink.

«Reload,» Dacien ordered.

Within seconds, he received the ready signal.

«Fire,» he commanded a second time. This volley was more successful, with nearly three quarters of the shots finding their mark. As the ships burst into flames or sank into the calm water of the bay, Dacien signaled for the gates to be opened. The infantry moved out of the city and headed for the harbor, ready to intercept the hundreds of enemy soldiers flailing in the water, trying to reach the shore.

Dacien grinned with satisfaction. He and his men had succeeded in turning back the invading forces. He only hoped that Kael was faring as well.

Chapter 24

The sound of hooves on stone rang out through the city streets. Kael drove his horse hard and the rest of the cavalry kept pace. The midmorning sun was obstructed by thick, low-hanging clouds which turned the light into a hazy gray. The streets were still wet from last night’s rain.

As he had now become accustomed to doing, Kael felt out the passage ahead with his sense. The more he made use of his ability, the easier it became. Then something passed overhead that grabbed his attention.

Turning in the saddle, he looked to the clouds behind him and saw just the faint outline of something large and dark moving within the mists. Though a signal of fear went through his heart, he couldn’t help but smile. The All Powerful was heading east and would only find that his forces had been defeated.

Turning around to face front, Kael concentrated on the immediate task of making his way to the western gate. No doubt, the All Powerful had just come from there. And if that was the case, the situation wouldn’t be favorable to him and his men. Of that he was sure.

After a few minutes, the terrain began to slope downward toward the bay. The elevation wasn’t steep enough to view the bay from his vantage point. The surrounding buildings obstructed the view of everything but the sky, but he knew that they were nearing the western gate.

Sending out his sense in a broad effort, Kael surveyed the streets leading toward the gate and the docks beyond. Everywhere he searched there were pockets of men fighting in the streets and the buildings. The Kaliel had breached the city walls. Everywhere they spread, the Resistance soldiers were struggling to hold them back, defending the Empire that had once been their enemy.

Kael veered to the left and down an alley heading for the densest part of the confrontation. As soon as he came out of the alley he had to dodge men on foot. Orud archers were retreating quickly, stopping occasionally to shoot some arrows at the few Kaliel infantry that were in pursuit.

Kael pulled his sword from the scabbard on his waist and turned to the right. Heading straight for the Kaliel infantry, he was surprised to see that they didn’t even try to evade his cavalry. They had clearly grown brave and were focused on chasing down the archers.

The men on horse trampled over the Kaliel. Kael held tight to the reins with his left hand as his trained horse plowed through the insignificant obstacles. Those who didn’t fall beneath the hooves of the beasts were cut down with swords.

Continuing west, Kael’s cavalry entered another narrow street, this one packed with Resistance soldiers. Looking down the street, Kael could see that it opened into a wide courtyard where hundreds of Kaliel were gathered. It looked as though the men of the Resistance were trying to use the benefit of the narrow streets to their advantage. The Kaliel were held in the courtyard and any attempts to make further advances would lead them into the narrow corridors where their numbers couldn’t help them.

«Make way,» Kael shouted as they approached the rear of the Resistance line.

As soon as they saw the cavalry, the men gladly parted.

Kael was the first to burst free of the crowd and enter the courtyard. The Kaliel scattered before him and his cavalry, which gave them time to assemble into formation. A second later, they veered to the left and began to circle the courtyard.

The enemy began to cluster in groups to meet them.

Kael spurred his horse faster. Slashing in forehand, then backhand strokes, his crystal sword cut through flesh as if through water. There was almost no resistance as heads and arms were separated from bodies. First the right side, then he attacked on his left. Kaliel blood began to darken the stones underfoot.

Behind him, he felt one of his men go down. The enemy was packed so tightly that the horses were beginning to slow down. Kael pulled the reins slightly to the right and his horse broke into a pocket of open area. The others followed him and they immediately picked up their speed.

Kael looked ahead and sensed the path that they should take through the sparse areas where their speed and height could be used to its full advantage. They were now on the western side of the circular courtyard and starting back to the east. Kael made sure to steer for the outskirts of the crowds, taking down rows of the enemy with each pass.

To his dismay, the Resistance soldiers were emboldened by the presence of the cavalry and began to push out of the narrow streets. This increased the density of people in the courtyard and by the time they had returned to the eastern end, it was unsafe to continue.

Kael steered out of the courtyard and down the nearest street, moving slowly and awkwardly through the ranks of the Resistance who now wore smiles on their faces. Once free of the crowds, Kael pulled to a stop and counted his men. As he suspected, only one fell in the skirmish.

«Captain, where do we go now?»

Kael held up his hand while he searched with his sense. About twenty yards to the northwest was one of the main thoroughfares that had been vacant only moments ago. Now, Kael could feel hundreds of Kaliel soldiers marching in formation down the wide street and making considerable progress into the city.

«This way,» he hissed, kicking the sides of his horse. Heading down an alley, he crossed two narrow streets before coming out onto the main road.

On both sides of the street, Orud archers had just assembled on the rooftops and were firing down upon the Kaliel infantry. Without shields, the Kaliel began moving more quickly to break free of the attack overhead. Unfortunately, there weren’t any opposing infantry on the ground to stop their advance. They came straight for Kael and his cavalry.

Kael turned his horse to face the enemy and pulled back on the reins, causing his horse to stand on its hind legs and strike the air with its front hooves. When he came back to the ground, his men were lined up beside him and the archers above were cheering.

«Strike and move, men. Don’t let them bring you to a stop or you won’t last long.»

A shout went up from the rest of the cavalry. They burst into motion and headed straight for the oncoming enemy.

The collision was audible as sword struck sword and horses trampled men. With the sudden change in motion from a run to a stop, one of Kael’s men went down, then another. Hacking his way free of the tangle, Kael circled back to the open space. With only a second’s pause, he headed back, taking a diagonal strike at the front lines. The rest of his men followed suit, attacking at random. It was effective and already the bodies were becoming obstacles for the other soldiers to get over. But every couple minutes, another of Kael’s men fell. In all, he had lost five, already.

Then, Kael circled back away from the advancing enemy and stopped. «Fall back,» he shouted.

His men looked confused, but obeyed, quickly circling back to Kael.

«What are we doing?» one of them asked.

The Kaliel army shouted in triumph and surged ahead.

Kael looked back to his men. «Just wait.»

As the Kaliel neared, the horses began to fidget, anticipating the confrontation. The men gripped their swords tighter, growing nervous with each step of the advancing soldiers.

But Kael remained still, staring defiantly at the crowds.

Suddenly, Resistance infantry began to pour out from the alleyways on either side of the street. They were armed with swords and quickly filled in the space between the cavalry and the enemy. There were only about eighty men in all, but the sight of such a group made the Kaliel slow in their tracks.

Kael turned to his men, who now numbered only nineteen. «Follow me. We can be more useful approaching from a different angle.»

Ducking down an alley to the right, Kael came out into a narrow street. He turned left and rode up several streets before turning left down another alley, heading back for the main street and the enemy. He had judged the distance correctly and they were now barreling down a narrow passage that would open into the enemy ranks about ten yards behind the front lines.

In single file, the cavalry broke out of the alley and into the ranks of the Kaliel. Kael struck swiftly and tried to clear a path for those behind him. His sword slashed in broad strokes, felling men on all sides. Behind him, the other cavalry stabbed and slashed their way through, keeping up with Kael’s pace. In less than a minute, they broke free of the battle and entered an alley on the opposite side. When they came out into another narrow street, Kael paused and waited for the last man to catch up. All nineteen survived.

They looked exhausted and most were covered in blood.

Kael lifted his sword and used it to point at an alley a few more streets up. «Shall we?» he asked. The men smiled in return, but their expressions quickly changed. Kael looked back and saw the previously deserted street filling up with dark clothed soldiers, coming out of the alley they were going to use for their next attack.

The fifty foot soldiers quickly lined up in formation before a rider came into sight. It was Soren, atop his warhorse, and this meeting was no accident. His eyes were locked on Kael.

For a moment, the two stared defiantly at each other. Then Kael sensed Soren’s thoughts as he prepared to call his master. «Are you such a slave to him that you can no longer fight on your own?» Kael yelled, his voice ringing off the stone walls and street.

Suddenly, he felt Soren’s distress call evaporate before it even began.

«I see you carry the sword that has killed hundreds of my brethren. It appears we all have our crutches.» The seething words were filled with hatred.

Kael dismounted from his horse and began to walk down the alley toward Soren. The cavalry followed, but at a distance, knowing instinctively that this was a private fight. «The difference,» Kael shouted, «is that I don’t need this to kill you.»

Soren smiled and Kael was instantly reminded of how easily this man could be made to laugh when he was only a boy. He had a contagious sense of humor and enjoyed telling jokes even more than he enjoyed their combat training.

Soren’s soldiers parted, understanding the situation without orders.

«

very well then. Man to man. No tricks,» Soren replied, dismounting his horse.

«Indeed,» Kael replied, lowering his sword to the ground.

As Soren moved forward between his guards, he pulled two swords from scabbards on either side of his belt. He held one by the base of the blade, ready to toss it to Kael, but hesitated.

Kael left the crystal sword on the cold stone and walked several steps away from it with his hands held outward, showing that he could be trusted.

Soren waited, then tossed the sword to Kael.

Now, they were evenly matched.

«Finally, after all these years

a worthy opponent,» Soren said, walking a few steps forward. «I hope you don’t disappoint me like Ukiru. He died so easily that I couldn’t even enjoy it.»

Kael gripped the sword with two hands and raised it to a ready position. Questions ran through his mind. Soren is deceived just as I was. Can he be reasoned with? What did they do to him while I was away? If they would only stop attacking, then none of this would be necessary! There was so much to say, so much that had occurred since they last saw each other. But in this moment, it didn’t matter. Nothing would be resolved with words. Words were useless; he could see it in his enemy’s eyes.

Soren mimicked Kael’s actions with precision, keeping his sword at just the right position so that neither man would be at a disadvantage. They slowly circled each other and moved inward, making slight adjustments to the position of their grip, the angle of their swords, or their stance. It was a face-off that wouldn’t have made sense to other less-informed warriors. But both men understood that all it took was a split second to gain the upper hand.

The smell of rain on stone.

The sound of distant battle.

The cool breeze flowing down the street.

Kael’s senses drank in the moment, heightened in self-preservation. He shifted his weight, feigning a mistake and Soren attacked instantly with a downward cut. Kael was ready and blocked the attack, countering with a flurry of strikes to the head, which Soren blocked one after the other. The clang of steel on steel rang down the street.

Both men returned to their defensive postures and studied each other, weighing what they had just learned from their first encounter. Kael was impressed with Soren’s speed and strength. It was clear that he had kept current with his training.

Soren attacked again, rushing in with a stab to the midsection.

Kael dodged to the side and parried the thrust.

Soren continued to advance steadily, attacking at random to see how Kael would react. He was studying his enemy, probing to see what lurked beneath the calm exterior.

Kael knew what he was doing and decided to play into it. He blocked all of the attacks effortlessly, but deliberately left himself vulnerable on his right side.

After the third such mistake, Soren went for the kill, slashing at Kael’s abdomen.

Kael was ready and stepped into the attack, blocking the sword with his own in a one-handed grip, while he grabbed Soren’s wrist with the other. He pivoted on his right foot while violently wrenching Soren’s arm and flipping his body over an outstretched leg.

Soren lost his balance and fell to the ground, his sword slipping from his paralyzed hand.

Kael quickly followed with a knee to Soren’s face, snapping his head backward as a spurt of blood shot from his mouth.

Soren rolled to his back to get free from the situation, now at a great advantage.

Kael pursued him, slashing as Soren began to rise to his feet.

But Soren was quick, dropping back into a roll and spinning, knocking Kael’s feet out from under him. Then he pounced on Kael, pinning him to the ground where Kael’s sword was useless.

Now on his back, with Soren on top of him, Kael dropped his sword and pulled his arms inward to block his face as Soren began to beat on him with his fists. Most of the blows glanced off Kael’s arms, but a few connected with his face and stung.

Soren, not satisfied at the result, reached down and grabbed two handfuls of Kael’s hair. He tugged sharply, lifting Kael’s head off the ground, then slammed the back of Kael’s head into the stone.

An explosion of pain shot through Kael’s skull and threatened to take his consciousness. He knew he wouldn’t survive another such attack. He quickly pulled his right leg in and delivered a powerful kick to Soren’s midsection that lifted him in the air.

It knocked the wind out of Soren’s lungs and caught him by surprise.

Kael took the opportunity and rolled to the side, getting to his feet as swiftly as possible. When he gained his footing, Soren had also recovered.

Now the two faced each other. Soren’s mouth was covered in blood coming from his nose. Even though he wore a blank expression, Kael knew that he was enjoying himself. Kael could feel his own face bleeding from a gash above his eye. Both men were now breathing hard.

Kael lunged forward.

Soren met him with a spinning kick.

But Kael was already inside and blocked the kick with his shoulder, delivering a sharp kick to Soren’s supporting leg. As Soren fell to his knees, Kael rammed his fist into his face and the man spun to the ground.

For a moment, Kael though it was over.

But Soren raised his head and smiled, his face a bloody mess.

Kael looked past his face and saw that one hand had closed around the hilt of the crystalline sword on the ground.

Kael backed away with caution.

Soren rose to his feet with a triumphant look in his eyes.

Kael knew the time for fighting man to man was over. If Soren was too much of a coward to finish this the way they started, then he would only die that much quicker. Kael drew in a deep breath and closed his eyes, calming his soul to engage his sense.

The change must have been visible because Soren went on guard immediately.

When Kael opened his eyes, he could feel Soren’s fear and anger. As Soren advanced, Kael could feel and anticipate the movement of every muscle in the man’s body.

Soren raised the powerful weapon and charged.

Kael stood his ground and stretched his arms out to either side of his body, feeling the volume of space contained between the walls on either side of the street. Every soldier, horse, and weapon, was an extension of his body. And just as if they were other appendages, the two swords lying in the street only a few yards away began to obey him. They shot into motion and slid across the pavestones until they made their way into Kael’s hands.

In the instant before Soren attacked, Kael dropped into a crouch with one sword shielding his left shoulder and the other extended in a low swinging arc.

Soren slashed at the air where Kael had been.

Kael’s crude blade tore through Soren’s abdomen with a deep gash, while the crystalline blade just missed his own head, slicing through his other sword and cutting into the flesh of his left shoulder.

Soren crumpled to the ground next to Kael, his face suddenly pale. The crystalline sword dropped from his hand and he fell forward, propped up on one hand.

Kael remained on his knees, looking into Soren’s eyes.

The narrow street had suddenly grown quiet.

It was a fatal wound and Soren knew it. He turned to look at Kael.

The two men stared at each other, neither saying a word, but communicating nonetheless. They had been friends at one time. They had shared joy and pain, experienced trials and triumphs together. But it all seemed so long ago, another life.

Kael watched the life slowly drain from Soren’s face, as he lowered himself to the ground. With his face pressed against the cold street, Soren’s breathing became shallow. His eyes continued to stare into Kael’s and it seemed that long moments passed.

Eventually, Kael realized that there was no more life in the eyes. He wasn’t sure of the exact moment it happened, but he knew now that he was only looking at a corpse. Kael reached over and closed Soren’s eyes. He wanted to say something, but words seemed grossly inadequate. Instead, he lingered for a moment, then grabbed his own sword and rose to his feet. Behind him, the cavalry waited for a signal. In front of him, the Kaliel soldiers stood ready, trying to comprehend their loss.

Kael knew that the war wasn’t over. The enemy wouldn’t stop just because they lost Soren. But then a familiar sound rose. From all around them, the sound of marching echoed off the walls and rang through the streets. The footsteps grew louder and louder. With each stomp, he could now hear the clank of metal and the grunts of men’s voices, chanting as they marched.

Kael backed away from the Kaliel, who now looked worried. Turning back to the east, Kael ran down the street and ducked into an alley. When he emerged onto the main thoroughfare, he saw that the crowds of Kaliel had stopped their forward march.

To the east, the wide road disappeared around a bend and the first ranks of the Orud spearmen could be seen. Just in front of them, Dacien and the Captain of the Orud Guard rode on horseback. Row upon row of men followed them. Now infantry could be seen. At the left and right flanks, archers marched as well. There were thousands. The reinforcements had arrived.

Kael looked across the street and down the alley, seeing more red cloaks, the color of Orud. He turned back to the alley from which he had come and could see men moving west along that street, as well. The fact that Dacien and the captain were both present meant that the other battles had been won. Now all the Orud forces had gathered to meet the Kaliel in this part of the city. And they were surrounding the enemy on all sides.

The formations marched forward until they were fifty yards away. Then they stopped in perfect unison. Again there was silence.

Dacien’s voice rang out. «You will never prevail against the armies of Orud.»

Defiant shouts burst forth from the Orud and Resistance soldiers, filling the streets with such a mighty sound that nothing else could be heard.

Slowly, the Kaliel began to move backward, clearly outnumbered.

Dacien’s voice rose above the noise. «Charge,» he shouted. Instantly, the ranks of spearmen burst into motion, advancing at a run while maintaining their formation.

Kael stepped aside into a nearby alley and let them pass. Row after row of soldiers marched toward the Kaliel, who were now in retreat. After the last row of spearmen, the archers followed, firing their arrows overhead as they moved. After the archers passed, Kael stepped out to meet Dacien and the captain.

Dacien looked down from his horse. «We couldn’t let you have all the fun.»

Kael smiled.

«Where’s your horse?»

Kael looked back through the alley. «

on the next street. You go ahead; I’ll catch up.» He patted Dacien’s horse on the rump and turned back down the alley.

Suddenly, a loud shriek echoed through the streets, deafening the ears. The sound of marching stopped almost instantly, followed by an eerie silence. Kael was tempted to search with his sense, but he already knew it was the All Powerful. Turning back, he walked slowly and when he reached the end of the alley, he stopped and peered around the corner. He saw the backs of the Orud infantry as they slowly stepped backward, as if scared to make a sound.

Over their heads was a ghastly sight. Between the Orudan army and the Kaliel, an area had opened up free of soldiers from either army. In the void stood a black-skinned creature, ten feet tall. It had veined skin wings like a bat, translucent except for the bones that ran through them, supporting their thirty foot span. Its body rippled with thin muscle as it extended its arms as an open invitation for someone to challenge it. In one hand it held what looked to be a dark crystalline walking stick.

Kael looked down to his own sword, knowing that he was witnessing something significant that would require consideration when this was all over.

The creature took a step forward, and the Orud soldiers took several steps backward in repulsion and fear. The creature’s face reminded Kael of the giant beast-man he encountered in the forests of Leoran and he knew without a doubt that the beast was the offspring of this winged monster.

Slowly, the wings pulled inward and wrapped around the creature, draping its frame like a cloak. Then it lunged forward and swung the crystal stick into the ranks of infantry. Several men went down, while others flew through the air and landed against the walls of the nearby buildings, before dropping dead to the stone street.

The crowds backed up, not wanting to break formation, but not able to overcome the fear that now gripped their hearts. With a look of amusement, the creature held up his hand and the first twenty rows of Orud spearmen burst into flames. They immediately scattered in all directions, screaming hysterically and beating themselves to put out the fire that consumed their flesh. This unbelievable sight drove fear into the hearts of all who witnessed it, a tangible overwhelming fear.

Kael looked down and closed his eyes. This is it. This is the moment. His breath seemed loud in his ears, interrupted only by the sound of his beating heart. You’ve always known that your death would come violently, he told himself. Let it be glorious!

Kael choked down his fear, then stepped out of the alley and into the street, to join the ranks of the Orud armies who were standing motionless. As he looked into the eyes of the soldiers, he saw a fierce determination; he saw men who had just come to terms with their own mortality and were seconds away from the end of this life; he saw courage mixed with sadness, and he realized that he was not alone.

Slowly, the armies of Orud began to move forward, first at a walk, then at a jog, then at a sprint.

Kael ran with them, his knuckles white as he gripped the crystalline sword, hungry to spill demon blood.

The winged beast appeared to shriek in rage, but he was drowned out by the triumphant shouts of the soldiers.

At a full run, the frontlines of the pikemen moved into formation, forming a wall of shields with foot-long spear heads protruding at different lengths. This formed the center of the force, while the infantry followed suit. Their shields were larger and created an impenetrable barricade, separated only by steel blades of their short swords. The archers dropped back so that the spearmen and infantry filled the entire width of the street.

At this sight, the Resistance soldiers turned around to face the winged beast and his armies. They raised their swords in the air and charged as well.

Kael ran as fast as his legs would carry him, focused on the All Powerful. As he and other soldiers came within feet of the creature, it leapt into the air and unfurled its wings. The powerful downward thrust sent the creature fifty feet into the air and sent shockwaves through the ranks below.

Kael was pinned to the ground by the wind as it rushed past his face. His ears felt like they would explode. When the sensation passed, Kael got to his feet and looked up.

The All Powerful hovered for a moment, looking down on the masses below, then flew off to the west. The Kaliel army followed their god, retreating at a full run, and by the time the sun was touching the western horizon, the western gate had been shut and the Kaliel were sailing away from the docks toward the northern ocean.

Kael stood on the western ramparts next to Dacien, watching the retreating silhouettes of the black ships. «This will be a day that people will remember,» Kael said quietly.

Without taking his gaze from the ships in the bay, Dacien replied. «Indeed

men of the Empire as well as the Resistance, standing side by side against a common enemy. The Empire has been united. We’re stronger now than we have been in many years.»

The shouts of the surrounding soldiers were deafening. Kael raised his voice over the crowd. «I assume there will be a celebration tonight.»

Dacien turned. «I imagine so!»

After a few minutes, the ships faded into the horizon and the cheering died down.

Dacien turned around and watched as the soldiers clasped each other’s arms and embraced, enjoying the victory.

Kael continued to watch the horizon as the sun shrank by the second. «You know

« he mused. «I know where they’re going.»

Dacien turned around. «What did you say?»

Kael turned to look at him. «

the High Temple. It can hold hundreds of ships within its walls.»

Dacien paused for a moment, studying Kael. «You’re not done fighting, are you?»

«No,» Kael replied honestly. «That demon is still out there. As long as he’s alive and people are willing to fight for him, the Kaliel remain a threat.»

«What do think you can do against such power?» Dacien countered.

Kael smiled. «Yes

power. But why did it hold back? Why didn’t it just annihilate our forces in an instant? Surely not for lack of ability! It’s because it fears for its own life. And something that fears can be killed!»

Dacien pondered these words for a moment. Then, he answered carefully. «I would much rather celebrate with these good men, but I have to agree with you. I can have the navy ready in two hours.»

«Good,» Kael replied.

«Tell me about this temple. Where is it and what will be our plan of attack?»

Kael smiled and put his hand on Dacien’s shoulder. «I’ll tell you on the way.»

Chapter 25

The journey from the eastern bay of Orud to the eastern coast of Bastul took five days by boat. The Council was ready to forget about their troubles as quickly as possible, but Dacien managed to convince them of his need for thirty of their warships and the full complement of soldiers. They agreed, reluctantly. But that was good enough.

While they traveled, everyone caught up on sleep from the exhausting battle. Kael and Dacien planned their strategy as Kael divulged everything that he could remember about the High Temple. The soldiers worked at mounting bolt throwers to the decks of the ships in preparation for a battle at sea. And then they waited.

As they neared the southern tip of the Empire, they slowed their progress, intending to attack under the cover of darkness. Bastul was still miles away, but the end of the coastline could be seen on the horizon as the sun sank into the west. Dacien ordered his ship to a stop and set anchor in the shallows of a nearby sandy bay. He decided it would be a good opportunity for everyone to stretch their legs and rest before the battle. The other ships fell behind and lined up along the beach.

When they were all ashore, Dacien had a small meal prepared so that everyone had sufficient energy. As they ate boiled fish and bread, Dacien found Kael sitting alone on a rock, just near enough to the rest of the soldiers to hear the conversation. He sat down next to his friend. «Are you ready to do this?» he asked.

Kael looked up from his meal. «I’ve wanted this for many years, but I haven’t been ready until now.»

«How are you going to do it?» Dacien asked, suddenly concerned for his friend’s life. «I’ve seen you do amazing things, but

« he trailed off.

Kael waited for him to finish his thought.

«

this winged creature is unlike anything I’ve seen. It’s like the gods of old have been resurrected.»

«Hmm,» Kael mumbled, nodding in confirmation.

«This is suicide,» Dacien said, finally reaching his point.

«I thought you were behind this. Why are you telling me this now?»

Dacien was worried for his friend’s life, but somehow it didn’t seem like a good enough reason to call off the attack. Instead, he looked out over the ocean. «Here we are on the verge of another battle and it occurred to me that we’ve already won. There aren’t enough of them to be a threat to the Empire. You and I have a safe place once again to call home. And the more I consider it, the more I think this is unnecessary.»

Kael turned to look at Dacien with a distant gaze in his eyes. «I have no home,» he said quietly.

Dacien was taken aback. «Look around you,» he countered, not bothering to hide his anger. «These men have come here for you. They are risking their lives for you.»

«And I have risked my life for them, as well. I had a home once

many years ago. And it was stolen from me and I from it. I haven’t been the same ever since. Do you remember when we first met in Bastul?»

«Of course. You saved my life,» Dacien replied, his tone softening.

«I was lost, Dacien. I was lost and searching. I only came back to Bastul because it was the only place where I ever felt safe. And what I realized that day was that I couldn’t get back what was stolen from me. I was without purpose. And then you befriended me and it was some small measure of consolation to kill the Syvaku who had destroyed my home. I have enjoyed our time together, and living in Leoran is the closest I’ve come to happiness. But it’s not my home. And I suspect it won’t be yours soon enough.»

Dacien looked down, not knowing what to say.

«But you know something? When I think back on all the events of my past, I now see a purpose. I probably won’t survive this night, but this demon won’t either. And that is my purpose. I was meant to put an end to all of this. They trained me and made me what I am. And if I die tonight, then so be it. Because this ability that I have, these skills that you find so intriguing, are really only a curse under any other circumstances.»

Dacien opened his mouth to speak, but he didn’t have the words. It troubled him deeply to hear his friend talking this way, but he couldn’t think of an argument. After a long pause, he finally spoke. «You may be right, Kael. If anyone could put an end to these people, it’s you.» Dacien rose to his feet. «We’d better push off if we want to arrive at midnight.»

Kael looked up with a determined look in his eyes. «Thank you.»

Dacien smiled. «If we don’t see each other after this night, it’s been an honor to fight alongside you. Now get up and let’s go before I change my mind.»

«This is the spot,» Kael said, barely above a whisper.

«Okay men, this is the spot,» Dacien echoed.

The crew untied the ropes holding a small boat to the hull of the larger ship. Slowly, they lowered it into the water.

Kael let the other two men go over the side first, then followed them until he was seated at the stern of the small rowboat. Each of the men grabbed an oar and immediately began to dig into the water. As they moved out away from the larger sailing vessel, Dacien came to the railing and put up his hand. It was a silent goodbye.

Kael waved back, wondering if this was the last time he would see his friend. Minutes later, Dacien’s ship began to glide to the south with the wind filling its sails. Turning around, Kael gazed west over the smooth waters of the ocean. In that direction was the reef that followed the coastline all the way to Bastul. With the western shore of Bastul to the rear, the small rowboat sat directly east of the High Temple with only the shallow waters of the reef separating them. The plan was to approach unseen over the reef, while Dacien and the Orud navy would approach the Temple from the south where a passage in the reef had been cleared for deep hulled ships. Hopefully, the distraction would allow Kael to get into the Temple without much conflict. And that was as far as his plan went.

Kael waited, and waited, while the two men rowed silently. The night sky was black, but for the multitude of stars shining. The moon hung low on the northern horizon. Even with the faint light, Kael felt confident that they could make it all the way to the walls of the temple without being seen. That was, if Dacien did his job.

Kael studied the pattern of the stars and determined that it was nearly midnight. And though he couldn’t see it, he could feel the temple due west about a half mile. «We’re getting close.»

The two men glanced back over their shoulders between strokes. «I don’t see anything,» one of them replied.

«And you won’t until were almost upon it,» Kael responded.

The minutes passed tensely, as Kael contemplated what he was about to do. It didn’t help to think about it too far in advance. But now that the moment was here, he ran through the consequences in his mind. He remembered his encounter with Narian in the forests of Leoran. It was the first time since leaving the monastery that he fought someone who presented a challenge. And it had taken him by surprise. Since then, from Arden and Horace in the temple, to Soren in the streets of Orud, Kael had been better prepared.

But the All Powerful? How do I prepare for a fight with a being so formidable? What he did to those soldiers

I don’t stand a chance! This had to be something more than a suicide mission. Kael had to succeed, even if he had to sacrifice his own life in the process. Otherwise, all of thisthese men risking their lives to get me into the templeis for nothing! I can’t let them down. And I can’t allow a demon to walk this earth.

Kael took in a deep breath of the sea air and tried to clear his mind.

Straight ahead, the temple came into view. Now only a hundred yards out, it was still difficult to see, even when you knew what to look for. The polished metal sheets that covered the exterior of the circular wall served to reflect the image of the surrounding sea, camouflaging it from all but the most determined eyes.

Kael held up his hand and the rowers stopped. It quickly grew quiet. Kael looked up at the stars. It was now past midnight. He listened intently. Finally, he heard the clank of a bolt thrower.

«They are engaging the enemy. Let’s move.»

The rowers hauled back on the oars and the boat lurched forward.

As they neared the temple wall, Kael sent out his sense with caution, trying to determine if anyone was on the western wall. He had to be careful not to reveal himself to the All Powerful, so he concentrated his efforts only on the top of the wall. After a few minutes, he sensed the passing of two guards, running in the direction of the southern gate, but no one else.

Inwardly, he smiled with satisfaction. There was no need to guard the western side of the temple because it butted up against the reef which protected it from any sizeable threat. And with Dacien’s forces moving in from the south, all attention was drawn there.

After a few minutes, they reached the wall. Kael scanned the seams of the metal sheets for a crevice large enough to get his fingers into. After moving around slightly to the north, he found one that ran up to a lookout portal.

He pointed to it and the rowers nodded silently, carefully dipping their oars into the water. As the boat glided over to the wall, Kael stood and reached out, sliding his fingers into the gap between the metal sheets. Then he turned his hand so that it was wedged into place. He followed suit with his other hand, then stepped out of the boat and hung from his hands, with his feet flat against the temple wall.

He turned back to the Orud soldiers and nodded.

Quickly and quietly, they turned the boat and headed back toward the west.

Compared to the walls of the Royal Palace in Orud, it was a relatively easy climb of thirty feet. Kael stopped where the seam ran into another panel of metal that was hinged at the top and unfastened on the other three sides. It was a lookout window that opened from the inside. Sending out his sense, he found no one on the other side. Quietly, he pried his fingers under the metal and lifted. The window opened slowly on its own weight. Kael pulled himself up into the opening and slid over the threshold, dropping to the walkway. He rolled on his back and then to his feet, pausing for a second to take in the sight with his eyes.

The walkway on which he stood ran all the way around the temple. Beneath him were stalls where boats had once been moored, but were now empty. To his left near the southern gate, there was much activity as boats were lined up in the harbor, waiting to exit the gate and meet Dacien’s attack. In the sky, an object blotted out the stars as it flew to the south. Its shape couldn’t be discerned from this distance, but Kael knew who it was.

After waiting until it was safe, Kael stood and straightened his Kaliel uniform, confiscated from one of the unfortunate invaders of Orud. Then he began to move north along the walkway, away from the activity.

Dacien had hoped to reach the temple quickly enough to prevent the Kaliel’s ships from getting clear of the channel that had been dug at the southern side. But the enemy responded more quickly than he expected. When it became apparent that his primary plan would have to be abandoned, he had his signal man light a torch and send the message to the other ships to fan out.

Implementing the secondary plan, his lighter and smaller ships took up the center point of the attack with the larger and heavily-armored ships behind them. The midsized ships moved to the left and right flanks and held their position. Then, they lowered their sails and masts, and put out the oars. It was an unusual formation, and one that Dacien hoped would confuse the enemy.

The Kaliel fleet was still large, even after their defeat at Orud. Already, forty ships of various sizes had exited the outer wall and still more were waiting inside. They moved in single file along the cleared route until they reached deeper water where they spread out into a wider formation.

Dacien gave the signal and his midsized ships advanced along the flanks. As soon as they were within range, they utilized the bolt throwers and focused on the single file ships trapped inside the passage that had been cleared through the reef.

Within seconds, two of the enemy ships began to sink as their hulls were penetrated by the iron spears. Almost immediately, the Kaliel returned fire.

Dacien was surprised to see several of his own ships go down. The projectiles from the enemy ships skipped across the water until they lost momentum or slammed into the hull at the water line. Their weapons were much more effective.

Feeling that he was losing the upper hand, Dacien gave the signal for the rest of the ships to begin the charge. There were roughly an equal number of Kaliel ships in open water which meant that his attack would have maximum effectiveness. He moved to the prow of his large, armored war ship and readied himself for the attack. Just off the starboard bow, one of his smaller and faster ships took the lead and began to distance itself from his own. Dacien’s heartbeat quickened at the impending confrontation.

The Kaliel projectiles skated across the water on either side of his ship, missing by only a few feet. Fifty yards ahead, the smaller ship neared the first of the enemy ships. It was on a path for a head-on collision. Dacien held his breath in anticipation. Just before impact, the smaller ship veered sharply to one side and pulled its oars in. The midsized Kaliel ship didn’t have time to react. The smaller Orud vessel just dodged the prow of the enemy vessel and raked its port side along with all the oars. As the two ships narrowly missed each other, broken oars littered the water. The soldiers in the enemy ship, not understanding what had just happened, continued to row for a few strokes on one side, causing it to turn and expose its flank.

Dacien crouched and grabbed hold of a railing as his larger vessel with its armored prow rammed the starboard flank of the Kaliel ship. The timing was perfect and the strategy was devastatingly effective. Dacien almost lost his footing as the ram shattered the hull and deck of the enemy vessel. After the initial impact, he jumped to his feet and raced forward with a spear in his hand. The rest of his crew did the same. Just as he reached the bow of the ship, a Kaliel soldier came over the railing and landed awkwardly on the deck.

Dacien rushed forward and speared the man in the chest before he could get his bearings. The man pitched backward over the railing and fell into the water. The other Kaliel soldiers that had gone overboard at the collision were quickly dispatched by the Orud archers.

Dacien looked ahead to the smaller Orud ship now advancing on another enemy and smiled. To his left and right all his other ships had been successful, as well. Roughly fifteen Kaliel ships had gone down in the first charge.

«Alright Kael,» he said to himself. «We’re doing our part, now do yours.»

The gigantic cavern that stretched out before him was just as he remembered it. The perfectly flat ground was covered with sand. The torches that lined the perimeter were never allowed to go out, and cast a menacing glow throughout. At the center of the cavern was a moat with a stone dais at its center.

This is it, the place where I first met and defied the All Powerful. How fitting then, that it should also be where all this trouble comes to an end.

Kael walked out into the cavern and surveyed his surroundings. Though he knew that Dacien was out there, right now, fighting on his behalf, he couldn’t bring himself to face the All Powerful, yet.

Am I crazy? Can I really defeat him?

Suddenly, something bright at the corner of his vision interrupted his thoughts. Kael turned his head. Something shiny lay against the wall to his right. He walked to it and knelt down.

To his surprise, it was another sword like the one in his hand. He reached down and picked it up. It was slightly heavier. He compared the two side by side. The similarity was remarkable. Then he looked at it with the aide of his sense and could see that it was only ordinary glass.

A confused smile crossed his lips as he realized what he was holding. The master blade smith at the fortress city had given him the crystal sword, encased in more ordinary trappings. Surely such a treasured possession would have a place of honor among his people, but he had disguised it and given it to Kael as he left the city. Perhaps he hadn’t wanted it to fall into the wrong hands.

which would explain the need for this impostor to take its place. What a clever old man!

But Kael wondered how this fake had made its way here. After a moment, he gave up on the thought. He was grateful for the momentary distraction, but now it was time to face the reason for this journey. He dropped the sword into the sand and stood up, walking back to the middle of the arena. When he was near the moat at the center, he sent out his sense, pushing it through the hole in the ceiling and into the open sea air, searching for his enemy.

Chapter 26

The initial attack had gone perfectly and Dacien was encouraged by its success. Though the Kaliel’s weaponry was superior, the skill of the Orudan naval tactics had placed them all in close quarters where projectiles didn’t matter. And the Kaliel had lost almost half of their ships in the process.

Dacien waited with the other soldiers on the deck of a large and heavily armored ship. In unison, the men heaved on thick ropes and pulled the smaller Kaliel vessel toward them; the grappling hooks held fast to the enemy ship and secured it from escaping.

As soon as the flanks of the two ships touched, a loud cry went up from his men as they charged over to the enemy ship and boarded it by force. Dacien prepared to run, but stopped when a bright flash to his left caught his attention.

He turned and saw that one of his midsized ships sitting a hundred yards to the west had burst into flames. His first thought was that the temple had catapults using flaming projectiles. But there were no signs of anything coming from the temple.

As he pondered the strange sight, something moved across the night sky, blocking the light of the stars above. It was quick as lightening and before he understood what was happening, he felt a rush of wind on his face. Something flew low across the deck of his ship and collided with the ranks of his soldiers, knocking twenty men overboard. A familiar sickening fear came over him like a wave of nausea and he realized instantly what caused itthe winged creature.

He lost sight of it momentarily, then reacquired it as the main mast of the ship next to him exploded into a shower of splinters. The top of the mast came crashing down on the crew below.

Dacien gritted his teeth as he watched it glide over the waters to the east, then circle back. With a newfound sense of urgency, he ran to the nearest of three bolt throwers mounted to the foredeck of the ship. «Turn this around,» he yelled above the commotion.

The soldier manning the catapult looked confused, but obeyed, pivoting the machine.

Dacien looked at the men standing behind the two other throwers. «Target that thing when it returns.»

Their blank expressions told him that they hadn’t seen it.

Dacien pushed the man away from the machine and took up the position. «Follow my lead,» he told the other two as he grabbed the handles and braced his body against the weapon. He scanned the horizon and it only took a second to locate it, now that he knew what to look for.

«There,» he pointed. «It flies low above the water.»

«Aye, General! I see it!»

«Wait until it’s in range,» he cautioned.

Just then, the mast of another ship caught fire. In the face of such raw power, Dacien felt fear begin to take a hold of him. But more intense than his fear was the bloodlust that came over him during times of battle. He wished to put a bolt through the center of this monster and watch it fall into the ocean. He wanted it so badly that he could taste it.

«Here it comes,» he breathed. «Hold fast and don’t waste your opportunity,» he said, more to himself than the others.

The dark object moving silently through air was getting closer. A hundred yards

fifty

twenty five.

A sharp twang sounded as the first bolt was fired.

The creature banked slightly and the bolt went over its left shoulder, missing by four feet.

The second soldier fired next.

Dacien watched intently, waiting for just the right moment.

The creature veered sharply, extending its wings to catch more air. The second bolt was low by only a few inches.

Dacien aimed ahead of it and fired. The sharpened iron rod flew toward the creature and disappeared in the darkness. For a moment, he wondered if he missed.

Then the monster banked and came straight for them.

«Reload,» Dacien yelled. But there was no time.

In a matter of seconds, it was upon them, flaring its wings and coming to a sudden stop in the air. Then it dropped to the deck with the grace of a bird of prey.

Dacien was stricken with fear. Somehow, he knew that this thing need only to wave its hand and he would drop dead. He had never felt so utterly inferior to anything in his whole life.

Then it looked directly at him, locking eyes.

Dacien knew that his time had come, but he suddenly didn’t feel ready to die.

The creature took a step forward, then its head snapped to the side.

Dacien was startled, ready for something terrible to happen, but instead he watched in fascination. It almost seemed like it was listening to something.

Then it turned again and looked Dacien in the eyes, just before leaping into the air and thrusting its wings downward. It moved quickly away from the ship and headed toward the temple.

Dacien smiled with mixed emotions of relief at knowing that Kael had made it to his destination, and a sad fear that Kael wouldn’t survive the confrontation.

Kael could feel the All Powerful getting closer. When it was inside the temple walls, he retracted his sense and waited. A few seconds later, he watched as it slowly descended through the hole in the ceiling of the cavern. Dropping softly to the sand, it retracted its massive wings and began walking in Kael’s direction.

Kael stood motionless in the sand. He gripped the hilt of his crystal sword and held it in a ready position, anticipating a sudden attack.

{So, you are the one that is trying to ruin my plans!}

The words came into Kael’s head like an intruder, louder and clearer than he’d ever experienced before. He decided to respond likewise, sending out a message as he walked toward the winged monster.

[I’ll do better than try!]

The two stopped walking when they were only a few feet from each other. Finally, Kael could see the object of his childhood fears. The All Powerful towered over him at ten feet tall, with hairless skin darker than the night. His body was thin, but powerfully muscled at the joints like an animal built for speed. His wings, now retracted, hung from behind his shoulders like a long skin cloak. Beneath the loose skin, Kael could see the outline of an array of bones which provided structure to translucent wings. He briefly remembered seeing a bat for the first time as a child, and the mixture of revulsion and fascination.

«The old man taught you how to cast your thoughts,» the All Powerful stated audibly. His voice sounded like several different people speaking at once. The sound was complex, with high and low pitches that seemed threaded together to produce the words.

Is he talking about Saba?

A smile crossed the All Powerful’s dark face, which was so perfectly structured that it might have been beautiful under different circumstances. «Saba? Oh

I see. He’s lied to you as well.»

Kael kept silent, gripping his sword tightly.

The All Powerful looked down to Kael’s hand. «You brought my sword; I hope you haven’t grown attached to it.»

«I brought it here so that I could put it through your heart,» he replied calmly, while his heart pounded wildly in his chest.

A deep laugh came from its mouth that pierced the silence of the cavern.

Kael backed away, ready for something to happen.

The laugh slowly died and the once calm face became distorted with rage.

«You insignificant slave! Do you think that even one of your kind can do anything that is not ordered by the gods?» The deafening barrage of sound reverberated off the cavern walls.

Kael stumbled backward, trying to cover his ears, but one hand was occupied by the sword. His eardrums threatened to burst.

The All Powerful reached out and the crystal sword tore away from Kael’s grip, flying through the air to rest in the demon’s hand.

«Now that you have served your purpose,» he bellowed, «you will learn obedience.»

Suddenly, Kael felt an immense pressure upon his body that forced him to the ground. He locked his legs and tightened his muscles, trying to resist. But the pressure increased. His legs began to shake. Then something in his knee snapped and he crumpled to the ground. His leg throbbed with pain and the air was squeezed from his lungs. He began to panic at the thought of drowning in the open air. Darkness showed at the corner of his vision and he knew that he was losing consciousness.

Out of desperation, Kael reached for his sense. It was still there, like a trusted friend. As his normal state of conscious became paralyzed, Kael slipped into the other. Even though he could feel his body being crushed into the ground, he felt some measure of freedom.

Focusing on the face of the All Powerful, he could feel the skin twisted into a grimace of pleasure, the eyes darkened with hatred. Kael focused smaller until he felt nothing but the iris of its right eye. Veins ran across its surface, disappearing into the pupil. Suddenly, Kael lashed out with all his might and invaded the eye with one swift strike.

The All Powerful stumbled backward and the pressure on Kael’s body immediately released. Now able to control his body once more, Kael opened his eyes and lifted his head from the sand.

The All Powerful pulled his hand away from his right eye and stared at it. Blood covered his hand and streamed down his face. Where his eye used to be was now a mass of ruptured, indistinguishable flesh.

The All Powerful raised his head and leveled his one good eye at Kael.

Kael struggled to his feet, his left leg useless. With his sense, he focused it to a sharp point again and thrust it from himself. It gained speed as it moved across the cavern floor, aimed at the heart of the beast.

But then it stopped, hitting some sort of barrier.

The All Powerful flexed his muscled body and Kael’s sense was pushed backward with violent force, lifting his body from the ground. For a moment, he felt nothing under his feet. Then his body slammed into the cavern wall and slumped to the floor. He knew instantly that several bones had been smashed, including a few ribs. He could feel the blood pouring from each nostril from the trauma to the back of his head.

Standing between him and the dais at the center of the cavern, the All Powerful opened his wings to their fullest extent and let out an earth shaking scream of rage. Waves of noise propelled concentric rings of sand radiating from the demon, engulfing Kael and overwhelming his senses.

As his skin began to bleed from the coarse grains attacking his body, Kael clawed at the ground, trying to crawl away from the attack. Then the stinging sensation began to change into something else. It took a moment to figure it out what was happening, but when the smell of burned flesh assaulted his nostrils, Kael realized that he was on fire. Quickly taking refuge in his other sense, he could feel the tremendous power emanating from the creature as it forced the air around Kael to constrict and become excited. He could feel the sand beneath him start to fuse together as the heat turned the sand into glass.

Glass!

Kael realized in a split second what to do. Focusing his sense on the ground beneath him, he raised a wall of sand between himself and the All Powerful. Almost instantly, Kael felt relief as the sand melted and formed a barrier from the scorched air. Kael kept pushing his sense, building layer upon of sand that quickly fused into a molten shield.

Then the attack stopped.

Kael retracted his sense and waited, crouching behind his glistening defense structure, listening. In the eerie silence, Kael felt something underneath him. Reaching into the sand, his hand closed around the hilt of a glass sword. A smile spread across his face. He knew the end was near and he wanted to die like a warrior. Even if it was utterly useless against his enemy, he wrenched if free of the sand and struggled to his feet. Stumbling out from behind his shield, Kael looked across the cavern at the All Powerful.

The demon stood perfectly still, with his one good eye watching Kael in unbelief, the other ruptured eye socket weeping blood.

Kael hobbled forward on one good leg, fighting to stay conscious as stabs of pain shot through his midsection. He looked down at his body and saw that his clothes had disintegrated. His skin was bright red in sections, while other areas were charred and smoking. Looking back to the god of his childhood, all of the bitterness and feelings of betrayal from his time at the monastery came flooding back into his mind. As tears ran down his face, Kael feebly raised his sword in a gesture of challenge.

The All Powerful slowly raised his own sword, mimicking the gesture. Then he pulled in his wings tight around his body and broke into a run, coming straight for Kael.

This is it, Kael thought.

The All Powerful closed the distance quickly, his clawed feet digging into the sand as he built speed.

Kael raised his sword, his frail arms shaking from the exertion.

The All Powerful reached back and swung his sword to take Kael’s head off.

Kael swung his sword upward to meet the attack.

A bright flash of white light erupted from the contact.

Shards of glass stung Kael’s face as his sword cut cleanly through the other and hacked deeply into the All Powerful’s neck.

Their two bodies collided.

Kael was thrown aside like rubbish.

The momentum of the demon’s body carried it forward until it tumbled through the sand and slid to a stop.

A moment of silence followed as Kael lay in the sand. Then he used his last ounce of strength to pull himself to his knees and crawl over to the creature. The All Powerful was lying in a spreading pool of blood. The cut had gone through half of his neck.

Kael could still sense some life in the body, but it was quickly diminishing. He looked down to the sword in his hand that he had switched with the fake, then back to the All Powerful. «Arrogance and presumption

those were your weaknesses.»

Unexpectedly, the one good eye rolled in its socket and stared at Kael.

{THE AWAKENED HAS COME!}

The words passed through Kael like a fierce wind through a forest. It was different than before. This message wasn’t directed at him, but at someone far away.

«What is the awakened?» Kael grunted with pain.

But it was too late. The creature that Kael had once worshipped was now dead.

Kael collapsed in the sand and rolled over, wincing at the pain stabbing through his chest and abdomen. When he found a position on his back where the pain was lessened, he lay still against the cold sand and closed his eyes.

«He’s here.»

The words startled Kael from his sleep.

A few seconds later he felt someone touch his neck.

«He’s alive.»

The voice didn’t sound familiar.

«Kael. Can you hear me?» The second voice he recognized instantly.

Kael opened his eyes and saw Dacien looking down at him. He appeared shocked, then concerned, and then gradually a smile came to his face.

«You’re safe now. We’re going to get you out of here.»

Kael glanced over Dacien’s shoulder and noticed that the cavern was bright with daylight coming through the hole in the ceiling.

«You were supposed to

create a dis

distraction

« Kael’s words came out slurred.

Dacien smiled again. «Well, that was the plan. I hope you don’t mind, but we went ahead and destroyed their whole navy and invaded the temple. They’re all gone now.»

Now it was Kael’s turn to smile.

«Come on,» Dacien said. «Let’s get you out of here.»

Chapter 27

The days passed quickly in Orud as Kael split his time between healing himself and talking to friends and family who came to visit. Though he was bedridden at the Royal Palace, he felt truly happy for the first time in many years, as though an enormous weight had been lifted from his shoulders. The bitterness and anger that always lurked beneath the surface of his thoughts had dissipated.

Maeryn came to visit and told him about the debates taking place among the council members. Dacien was still asserting that he should be appointed as the next Emperor. Unexpectedly, some council members felt that Maeryn should be appointed Empress, due to the unwavering support among the former slaves and Resistance soldiers, who now constituted a majority of the Empire’s population. Either way, the council seemed reluctant to make any appointments, given the turmoil of the last year.

Dacien visited more often than anyone. Sometimes, Aelia would come with him. But it was becoming more and more difficult for her as her pregnancy progressed. Dacien beamed with pride when they were together. He was excited to become a father.

As the time passed and Kael healed, questions began to form in his mind. Initially just nagging thoughts, they eventually grew into an obsession that had to be dealt with. As people came to visit him, he found himself distracted. He knew it wasn’t polite and that he should pay attention when others had gone out of their way to visit him, but he couldn’t help it.

After a few days, he sent for Saba, who always seemed to have answers for everything. Saba finally came in early one evening, just after sunset.

«How are you feeling,» he said as soon as he entered the room.

«Better every day,» Kael replied, looking down at the dark scabs that covered his arms. «But something is bothering me.»

«Oh?» Saba questioned.

«That’s why I asked for you.»

Saba paused. «Shall I sit down? This sounds like it may be a long conversation.»

«Yes,» Kael replied. «Please do.»

When Saba was comfortable in a chair next to the bed, Kael continued. «Why did the All Powerful mention you?»

Saba’s eyebrows raised up. «Did he?»

«Yes

in the temple. He called you the old man. How did he know about you?»

Saba took in a deep breath and got to his feet, walking over to the window that overlooked the palace grounds.

«And why do you only look old enough to be my father, when you should look like my great grandfather? And when Magnus attacked me in the Palace, how did you and Dacien get me out of there without getting killed?»

Saba smiled at the quick series of questions. «For a long time now,» he began, «I’ve wanted to tell you a story. But I didn’t want to interfere with how events were supposed to unfold.»

«

supposed to?» Kael questioned. «What do you mean? Why are you always talking in riddles?»

Saba turned around. «This story that I’m about to tell will likely raise more questions than answers.» He paused. «No human has ever killed one of my kind. So I think it is safe to assume that you are the one.»

one of my kind? Kael sat up in the bed, anxious and suspicious all at once. His feeling of satisfaction at how events had turned out was quickly being replaced by a suspicion that he was about to hear some horrible truth.

«I will tell you a grand story. One of magical beings, colossal beasts, and a great evil perpetrated against mankind and the earth. But more importantly, I will tell you of the prophecy spoken about the one who will set all this right. The one destined to carry out vengeance against mankind’s enemiesThe Awakened.»

Kael’s body went rigid as he remembered the words.

The Awakened has come!

«That’s right,» Saba said. «I heard the proclamation just as you did.»

Kael looked at the man standing by the window as if he were a stranger. In fact, there was much he didn’t know about his childhood mentor.

Saba looked back. «Thousands of years ago, when the earth was still young, mystical beings guarded the earth and watched over mankind. But they began to lust after the daughters of men, and so they came to earth to take wives from among the human women. Though it was our duty to protect you, we betrayed the Most Holy and our original purpose. In all, there were two hundred of us who descended upon the earth and left our home among the heavenly realms.»

«

us?» Kael questioned, his voice barely above a whisper.

«Semjaza, our leader, Arakiba, Rameel, Kokabiel, Tamiel, Ramiel, Danel, Ezeqeel, Baraqujal, Asael, Armaros, Batarel, Ananel, Zaquel, Samsapeel, Satarel, Turel, Jomajael, and myself. We were each chiefs of ten. You know me as Saba, but I was originally known to your kind as Sariel.»

Chapter 28

Kael stood in front of the dais. Its surface was polished like marble, and seemed to emit silver light. Just beneath the surface, as if encased in ice, was a strange pattern of concentric circles like the rings of a tree that had been frozen, then shattered. Overhead, sunlight streamed down in a brilliant column through the hole in the ceiling of the temple, illuminating the cavern where he first met the so-called All Powerful. Behind him, Saba stood in the sand, holding the crystal scepter that had been crafted for him thousands of years ago. In his own hand, Kael gripped the crystal sword that had been used to slay its owner.

«They’ll wonder where you went. And they will be hurt that you didn’t say goodbye. What should I tell them?»

Kael turned to look at his friend. «Tell them the story that you told me, then they’ll understand.»

Saba hung his head.

He initiated this, but he knows there’s no other way. «Who’s to say this is goodbye?» Kael offered.

Saba smiled at his optimism.

«I’ll see you again,» Kael stated simply. Then he stepped onto the dais and walked to its center. Almost immediately, he began to feel an immense weight upon his body, like it was being pushed from all sides. Saba stood at the edge of the moat surrounding the dais, tears running down his cheeks. Then his image began to distort sideways, like Kael was watching through the heat of a campfire. The image of Saba and the cavern began to spiral inward toward Kael. Suddenly, a blue light flashed in his eyes, sending a jolt of pain through his head.

THE AWAKENED HAS COME!

The words still echoed in Armaros’mind. He would have been tempted to dismiss them if not for the fact that he felt Rameel’s life slip away from the physical realm shortly after. And this fact, combined with the proclamation, was deeply troubling.

Of course, it could have been Sariel who killed Rameel. But then why would Rameel mention The Awakened? Sariel was the only one who believed the prophecy anyway. Why would Rameel validate Sariel in that way? Unless he didn’t. Unless it was a human that killed him. Could it be that Sariel was right after all these years? Could it be that the prophecy is real?

Even as Armaros stood at the water-damaged ruins of his Brazilian fortress, watching masses of soldiers descend into the abyss that housed the portal, he had a sick feeling in his stomach. He looked to the man standing next to him, the Commander of his ground forces in this region.

«Miguel, sooner or later a man is going to come through there.»

«Another man, Sir?»

«Yes. The first was not important. But the next one who comes through

he is to be killed by any means necessary. I want no less than two-thousand armed men on guard at all times, on a rotation so they don’t get lazy.»

«Yes, Sir,» the Commander replied, having heard this order several times now. «And at your request, we had the whole compound rigged with explosives, just in case »

«Very good Miguel,» Armaros replied with confidence, but inwardly, he still had his doubts.