Chapter 77
Mirrors
There was only darkness-- not even the moon could be seen alighting the sky, clad instead beneath the layers of dark and gloomy clouds. Sheyra clutched the silken weave tightly abreast, her full, blood-red lips trembling, eyes of sapphire-blue blinking as they stared into the oblivion. Maerels Pit-- the maw of damnation, portal to inferno itself, where sinners were cast to suffer. Her trembling lips mumbled for Gods, but Gods were dead-- they had been dead for too long now. She glanced back abrasively, staring briefly at the tall towers of glass that lood over her ho, at the pillars all believed to be the swords defending the Kingdom. Lies, she knew. Those were not the swords-- but daggers stained with kins blood.
She would not beco the limp broodmother for their madness; will of Iron stread in her blood, defiance of Fire, and courage of Thunder. For all she was not, she was twice as many things-- and if the Pit was her solitary escape, she would leap much like the baby bhurrgs leap from their nests. Should she grow wings, she would fly to the distant lands beyond this darkness. And should she fall... she shall die. That was her destiny, destiny carved within the writs of fate since the day of her birth, sixteen years ago.
Though courage burned in her veins, she was a pup still; standing at the edge, she shook and shivered and shuddered. Darkness was swallowing. It was terrible. Silent. Silent beyond the description. She had never heard less noise in her life than at this mont, not even when the defending sword stabbed the heart of one it was ought to be defending. A pin could be heard in that silence; yet, Sheyra believed wholeheartedly, even the pin would turn silent should it land at this mont.
She whimpered, tears alighting her eyes; she was fair and young and beautiful and full of life... yet she had to die. And it wasnt just her that would take the leap. Looking down, she parted the silken cover to unveil the face of a newborn babe, round and plump and fresh, eyes closed, asleep. Her tiny chest moved still, up and down, up and down. Sheyra knew Aeyna would have grown into the most beautiful woman across the Kingdoms, for it was foretold. Yet, here she lay, in her arms, nary a week old.
Fly, Sheyra sang in a whisper, rocking her babe back and forth, gently and lovingly. Fly little aena... fly... with the peak of courage, she pushed forward, her feet leaving the gentle comfort of the ground, finding themselves loose in the air. She fell, her eyes closed, winds blasting against her cheeks. She would not scream. She would not cry. She would not pray. Gods may be dead, but their halls stand fast. They would welco her, and her babe. And for the first ti since she could rember... she would rest, and not suffer.
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Youve gotten remarkably good, Tenner praised with so reservation, uncertain himself as to how Sylas had gotten this good at the sword so quickly. The man was precise, resourceful, unrelenting, and occasionally even unstoppable with the blade.
Still cant seem to defeat you, Sylas lanted with a sigh.
If you could, what worth would the decades of my strife be? Tenner scoffed.
I cant imagine it, Sylas said as the two n put down the blades and walked to the nearby bench, sitting down. The small hall that Sylas managed to rip from Valen for so sparring was alight with several torches, though dim and dark still. Living in this place for decades. How did you manage it, anyway?
hos where you carve it, Tenner replied. And this place beca my ho.
A womanless ho, Sylas said. Thats perhaps the more impressive part. I cant wait for the winters end, to be honest.
The winters just begun, Tenner sighed lightly.
Yes, yes, you dont need to remind . But Im curious. Save for my remote village and this place, Ive never been anywhere, Sylas said. I want to see the world. I really do.
Dont we all? Tenner reclined and leaned into the wall. Its a beautiful place, but I wouldnt get my hopes up.
Why not?
Whatever you find in here, youll find out there. Perhaps there you shall find fancier buildings, and fancier roads, and fancier cutlery, but, at the end of the day, youll find equally awful and good people.
Yes, but I dont want to leave this place for the people, Sylas nodded. It is for those fancier buildings, and fancier roads, and fancier cutlery. And, I imagine, fancier alcohol.
the capital, at least, is a sight to behold, Tenner sighed in reminiscence. The entire plaza made from marble stone, the marvel of the Thousand Statues, the Eternal Gates of the Palace, the Mirrored Spires, even the Torens Bazar. All, in their own right, are wonders worth seeing.
didnt you ever want to return, then? And stay there?
Sotis, Tenner nodded, picking up a bowl of water and washing his hands and face. But all the pretty sights werent worth the scum inhabiting them. People here are simpler. Kinder. More understanding. Though I wont claim we are honorable, at the very least we tend to air out our hate front and center. But the further south you go, and closer to the heart of the Kingdom, the more isolated the world becos. Even if you were bleeding out in the middle of the street, people would gawk at you and pass you, but nary a few would even ask whether you were fine, let alone help you.
Ive t a lot of young kids whove dread of going to the capital, Tenner said. Thinking all their dreams would co true. But most returned, eventually. For instance, our dear Captain Harn, is, through and through, a capital born-and-bred brat. And yet, he ca to the far edge of the Kingdom to escape from it all.
I I didnt know that, Sylas mumbled.
How could you? Youve barely been with us, Tenner chuckled. Youll learn, in ti. After all, all of us have our stories.
Oh? And whats yours? Sylas asked curiously.
your average tale of a young man learning his limits, I suppose. I was married once, actually, Tenner dropped a bombshell. Aye. Loved er and all.
What happened?
She got kidnapped, raped, and butchered.
Jesus Sylas cringed, pulling back slightly. Though Tenner spoke of sothing horrible, his expression was calm. IIm Im really sorry.
why? It was she who had to live through that, he said.
Who who did it?
So nobleman, I recall, Tenner replied. When I went to demand justice, his father tossed a purse of coins at and told to get lost, lest they did the sa to . And, well, when I didnt they did. Well, except the butcher part.
Oi, you also had to live through it. You forgot?!
What? Tenner glanced at him, smiling lightly. Regret asking?
maybe those folk in the capital have got it right, Sylas heart hurt more due to how nonchalantly Tenner behaved rather than what he had lived through. Had I never gotten involved with you, I would have never felt a heartbreak of such magnitude. I no, saying sorry is aningless. Later today, Ill bring us both two jugs of wine, and well drink ourselves silly. Though not the healthiest, drinking my problems away is really the only solution Ive got.
Tenner looked at Sylas for a mont. Hed regaled his tale a few tis before, but each ti it was t with disgust and rejection. As such, hes learned people werent interested in the plights unless they were rooted in heroics. Had he butchered the n who defiled his wife, his story would have been celebrated, he was certain. The reason why he told Sylas in the first place was that he knew the man wouldnt judge him. He didnt know why he felt that he just did. And he was right. Youll pass out long before , though.
Oh, Im very much planning to, Sylas replied. So nobleman, my ass. Tell his na. Ill have Prince Valen do with him what
No, Tenner suddenly interrupted. Its fine.
How is it fine?!
Because I dont want revenge, Tenner said. And even the Prince wouldnt be able to punish them without a reason. But I dont want the world to know.
youre too good for this place, old man, Sylas said. Too good. If it were , Id use and abuse everything I could to burn their house and their nas and their legacies into oblivion.
Would you, though? Tenner suddenly quizzed.
Hm?
No, nothing. Thank you. For listening. Few do.
theres no sha in it, Sylas said, sighing. No matter what he said, it was unlikely to matter much; even on Earth, it was a contentious point, let alone a world lagging centuries behind Earth in the social spectrum.
I know, Tenner said. Im not ashad it happenedIm ashad I was too stupid to have let it happen. Should have taken the coin and ran off. She wouldnt have judged , that much I know.
sotis, Sylas said. Even legs made for running stay rooted. Strange, isnt it?
Strange indeed, Tenner nodded. Well, I will head over for lunch. Care to join ?
I promised Ryne Id have it with her today, Sylas said. Shes curious about the boy but doesnt want to be left alone with him.
Dont bla her, Tenner said. Kids a creepy one.
You dont have to tell . You know I caught him watching sleep like four tis? Hes all like its such a curious thing, the way humans slumber.
alright, I must start barricading the doors and windows from here on out. I hope youre half as interesting as you seem, to keep his attention occupied for the whole winter.
Ill just pass him off to Prince, Sylas shrugged. Hes been purposefully stretching his dealing with stuff out. Its high-ti he beca a daddy.
you two are weird, Tenner said. Alas, tomorrow for the spar again?
Bring so kids along, Sylas said. And Ill drag Derrek over. We may as well start truly preparing them.
Very well. Till tomorrow then.
Till tonight. We drink, old man. Rember?!
Aye, aye, we drink...
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