The King lost his crown
The Sisterhood lost its angel
And I lost my heart
I can hear its final beats. I can hear the blood splatter on the ground and feel its warmth on my frozen cheek. There is some pain, a dull ache in my chest and a weird tingling throughout my body. It was odd knowing I should be feeling more. I knew I should be screaming in agony, weakly grasping at the wound and praying for my life. But all I felt was relief that it was over. Though our failures had crushed us it was over. I turned my head to look at the Warlord, standing there with an evil grin on his face. He held my heart in one hand and the Bloody Knife in the other.
I nodded to him, acknowledging his victory before pushing myself up. I rolled off the altar and onto my shaky legs, grabbing its cold, stone edge to stop myself falling. Regardless I fell to my knees, too weak to support myself yet. My head drooped and I sucked in great lungful’s of air even as my brain told me it would do no good. This was not something I could avoid feeling. My body twitched involuntarily as my blood slowly drained out of my body. It reminded me of the rains back home as it pattered on the stone, a quiet yet constant noise, always there at the back of your mind.
As I adjusted to my new form the Warlord strode up the steps, cradling my heart in his hand. Above the altar was a golden ball as large as 2 fists held together. Sprawling script covered the surface of the ball, a single sentence in an ancient tongue repeated over and over. A hairline crack ran around its centre interrupted by a single word. The Warlord picked up the ball and whispered,
“Eulthas”
The word on the crack glowed briefly before the top of the ball swung open, the word holding the two halves together like a hinge. He dropped my heart into the open ball before pushing the lid back down. The 2 edges touched and flashed gold, the hairline crack and its word disappeared and the ball became a sealed globe. The script upon the surface began to run like wet ink, dripping off the globe and falling to the ground at the Warlord’s feet.
“It is finished.” he said as I finally pushed myself to my feet, “Enjoy your new ‘life’. I will be waiting.” He turned around and began walking down the stairs. As he passed me he tossed the Bloody Knife at my feet, its red blade clattering against the stone. I watched him descend the steps to the entrance of the Temple, meeting his eyes as he spared me one final glance before closing the door behind him.
I crouched down and picked up the Bloody Knife feeling the power trapped within the blade shift as it recognised its new owner. I looked at the blood covered blade in disgust as its power entered me and caressed my mind. I knew from experience there was no sentience in the blade or in the power it held. It was a simple blood covered pugio enchanted by some magic that allowed it to recognise its owner. I unceremoniously slipped it into my belt and descended the stairs after the Warlord.
Opening the door I emerged onto the wind swept cliff face the Temple was built into. A light rain brushed my face and I closed my eyes, glad that its touch had not changed. The new hollowness of my chest made itself known as rain entered through the gaping wound. Instinctively I turned my back to the wind to protect my inside. In truth the rain would evaporate quickly once it was inside, doing no harm, but I was still adjusting to my new form. The Warlord was nowhere to be found which I was thankful for.
I crouched down and summoned my wings. Great black, leathery fronds burst from my back, tearing through the fabric of my jacket and splaying out behind me. I was momentarily surprised by their appearance though the reason for the change was obvious. I glanced at my hands and saw they were already losing their pink flush and turning a greyish white. The change was taking hold extremely fast.
Turning back to face the storm I leapt from the cliff and took flight. I headed north to the fields of Uyar and Fort Autyr. I knew the ex-king would still be there. He would need to know what had happened after I had left. He was also the only surviving ally whose location I knew for certain. We would have to start gathering friends to us again. With my powerful new wings pushing me through the air I flew on, lost in thought.
***
Fort Autyr stood on the eastern edge of the Uyar plains. In truth it was so far east of the central plains it didn’t technically reside upon them. This had allowed the king to build the fort without the kingdom of Old Karthar being able to respond with military might despite the obvious threat it imposed upon their land. In the end it had never been used against Old Karthar in war. It had served a much more important purpose.
The fort itself featured a 5 metre high wall surrounded by a 2 metre deep moat built on top of a small hill which provided it with an excellent view of the surrounding area. It was over 100 metres long on each side and could be considered a large town based on the military population it had once held. The fort was a military masterpiece and one of the king’s proudest achievements. Looking down upon it I could only be glad it was where the ex-king had chosen to make his last stand.
I flew towards the fort with the sun opposite me, a dozen metres in the air and in plain view of the fort’s sentries. I had dropped my speed considerably, giving them plenty of time to see me and prepare. With my new appearance I couldn’t afford to come in fast and risk being mistaken for an enemy. Even so I could see a few archers lining the walls with their bows held at the ready. I came to a stop above the moat in full view of the archers, “Ker’tiaan returning from Karthas, reporting in.”
The archers stared at me slack mouthed for a second; surely unable to believe I was who I claimed to be. I could not blame them for their apprehension but I wasn’t in the mood to wait. Angling my wings slightly I flew forward over their heads and dropped down into the fort, my boots slamming into the stone floor. With a painful grinding my wings slipped back into my body now they were no longer needed. Ignoring the stares of the soldiers around me I took off heading straight to the keep.
***
Ricas was not happy to see me. It could have been a grin forming on his lips as I entered the war room but as soon as he spotted the black hole which dominated my torso that grin turned to a snarl. He was one of the few which knew the significance of my loss and the fact it signified our final gambit had failed. And my return meant more than simple failure, it meant we had completely lost. His generals, on the other hand, were too horrified by my appearance to dare approach me. None of them really knew what had happened to me and I could feel their looks of horrified curiosity.
“What happened?” he demanded. He had lost his crown but he hadn’t lost any of his royal presence or loyalty from his men.
“It is a long story. Are you ready to hear it?” I asked him. I was weary myself from the battle and flight and would have preferred to put off a full report. His look told me he needed to know now. I sighed and began my tale.
“After the loss at Uyar Eidas and I split off from the army to enact the final plan we had discussed. We headed to Eul to look for a mage to get us to Karthas quickly, hoping to get there before the Warlord could return to lay an ambush. Turns out Dekka and Kellan had had the same idea and were looking for a mage in Eul too. We met them by accident at the guild.”
“Unfortunately it turned out there were no mages in Eul willing to risk working with us and we made preparations to leave the city and head west on foot. It was then we had a stroke of luck. Rorak was returning from the south and had stopped at Eul on the way there. He hadn’t found any support for us, but he brought something better. The Dragonlord couldn’t reach us with his warriors so he sent us a phoenix instead.” That last piece of news brought a few gasps of astonishment and no small amount of chatter from the gathered men. For the Dragonlord to send a phoenix meant he recognised the threat the Warlord posed. At the very least Ricas could count upon an ally in the south for safe haven.
Once the chatter had died down I continued, “Hearing what had happened to the army at Uyar Rorak happily gave us the phoenix. Not wasting another second we flew it to Karthas, leaving Rorak behind to bring word of this to you. But it appears he hasn’t returned yet?”
Ricas glanced around, indicating one of generals to speak up. The Base Commander cleared his throat and rose up, “We haven’t had any visitors to the fort since we returned from Uyar. If Rorak was headed to us he never arrived.”
I frowned hearing that. Rorak was an older man but he’d spent his life travelling through warzones. He knew how to defend himself. If he hadn’t made it there was a very good reason why. Putting the thought from my head I went on, “The phoenix flew fast and we made it to Cretha not 3 days after the Uyar battle. We were sure we had beaten him back and went on the offensive. The few soldiers who had been left on guard were no match for us. Eidas and the phoenix killed most before we landed.”
“It was when we entered the keep that we realised something was wrong. Rather than being deserted we met with dozens of the Warlord’s elite guard. While they were little challenge for us as a group we couldn’t help but feel it was odd they were there. As a precaution we brought the phoenix in the building with us. Eventually we made a run for it and made it to the throne room.”
“Dekka offered to hold off the guards while we entered and we agreed, bursting into the throne room. It was there our fears were confirmed. The Warlord was waiting with a smile of his lips, an unknown mage standing to his right. Knowing we couldn’t back down we leapt to attack. Eidas and Kellan took the remnants of his personal guard, the phoenix leapt at the mage and I charged the Warlord himself.”
“It was fierce. We were all rested from the battle at Uyar but the fight through to here had cost us. Eidas had taken an injury earlier and the new foes pulled it open wider. One of the guards got an opening and he went down with a spear through his heart. Then ... Kellan lost it. She let her anger loose and went into a frenzy against orders. In seconds the fight was over, over 20 of his guard almost all by her hand.”
“She leapt to the phoenix’s aid and dropped the mage just as quickly. And then she joined me. Between the 3 of us we put the Warlord on the back foot, but he wasn’t an idiot. She was too offensive, left too many gaps in her attack and he got her with the Bloody Knife. From that point there was only one way her fight could finish. She tried to fight on but she couldn’t avoid his attacks and was dying slowly. I ordered the phoenix to get her and Dekka out of here in case she still lived but I don’t know where they went.”
“The phoenix flew out of there and left me to face the Warlord alone. We fought for an hour … but eventually he got me with the knife. So he gave me the choice.” I closed my eyes as I thought back to making that choice. Giving him my heart in return for this new life, but in turn giving him the power he craved, or denying him and continuing to fight to the death. “I gave him my heart and he took me to the Temple. He completed the Eulthas.”*
The room was silent as I finished my tale. Even though the generals didn’t know what I was they knew what the Eulthas was and how bad it was that the Warlord had it. I knew many of them now hated me for my choice but I would live with that. The Warlord could still be defeated even with Eulthas – even if it would be harder than ever.
The silence was broken suddenly as the room erupted in one voice. Anger and despair boiled over and these men, trained to hide their emotions by war, released what had built up over the last decade. Of them all only Ricas remained silent, simply sitting there staring at me with emotionless, green eyes. I returned his stare, ignoring the shouts and accusations thrown at me. We had never been friends, our alliance was one of mutual benefit and had never progressed further than that, but from that he knew I would never do anything to help the Warlord, I would never betray our cause.
“Quiet.” he said, a single word silencing the room. He stood and walked over to me, stopping just a foot away. For the first time I noticed what he was wearing. He had discarded his royal clothes, his cloak nowhere in sight and the crown was gone from his head. Instead he wore the close fitting blue double breasted suit of a general. Unlike his generals though, the normally silver edges of the suit were gold in colour as were the buttons and cuffs. He wore no cap revealing his well-groomed short, blonde hair. He had the jutting chin and wide face of his lineage rounded off by his sharp features.
“You are not the same man that left us, Tiaan. I can hear it in your voice and see it in how you hold yourself. Failing to kill the Warlord and losing your heart to him has broken you. ” He turned back to his men and broke the stare. An involuntary sigh of relief escaped my lips as he looked away. That sigh alone confirmed what he had said though I had already known it myself. I was a shell now, both literally and metaphorically.
“The north is lost to the Warlord now. We have no men and no lands to hold. We cannot survive here, too soon we will run out of food and water and starve to death. With Tiaan’s gambit lost we will need to move south before the Warlord comes for us. The Dragonlord has declared his support for us so we will head to his lands and hope we can join him before the Warlord turns his eyes upon him. Begin preparing the troops to move out. That is all. Dismissed.”
The generals saluted their lord and filtered from the room, many stopping to give me one last glare of hatred. I ignored the looks as I had before, turning to Ricas. We needed to plan our next move now his men had their orders.
“I need to find Rorak,” he started, looking at the map of the countryside, “The Dragonlord was swayed by his words once and I want him by my side when I plea for asylum.”
“I’ll fly to Eul and see if I can find his trail there, though I have little hope. If he didn’t make it here I think the Warlord’s agents must have hit him.”
“You’ll still search for him,” he replied with surprising authority in his voice, “Once you’ve found him you need to find Dekka obviously. That takes care of all our northern agents.”
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