Chapter (Arc 4) (Book Two) 93: A New Dawn Breaks

Chapter (Arc 4) (Book Two) 93: A New Dawn Breaks

Wake up, Princess Mina Hiranya commanded, standing with her arm on her hip and her chest puffed out. From her haughty expression to her upturned chin, her every feature exuded an aura of overwhelming superiority.

Were a commoner to see her, theyd prostrate and grovel, even in her disfigured state.

Wooden limbs had replaced her disfigured ones, and while she hadn't gotten used to walking on a peg leg, she didn't need walking skills for what she was about to do.

The four-armed demon slowly opened his eyes. He said nothing, leveling a stare that made Mina take a reflexive half-step back, nearly falling over due to her peg leg.

The enormous chains that bound his arms, neck, and ankles each weighed as much as a man, and yet they jingled lightly as he shifted his body to a lounging position, barely interfering with his motions. Thick, sturdy steel beams separated the demon from the princess and her cadre of knights and mejai.Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

Too much gold, the four-armed giant said from within his oversized dungeon cell, eyeing the half-dozen knights in full plate that ringed the princess. He paid the other six mejai that stood before him no mind. Gaudy and hollow. That face you wear? Fake. That image you project? False. What are you, really? the giant thundered, cracking his thick neck.

Disregard his empty threats, princess, a man said from beside Mina. A Mejai of Realms, and one of the finest in Hiranya. The giant speaks grandly, but look at him. He has not a shred of power left.

Half giant, the demon corrected. True demon giants would never fit in your tiny halls.

Tall tales! the Mejai of Realms replied.

Mina ignored the mejai. You speak as if you know me, half giant. Yet we have never met.

Girl, after four hundred years, a demon learns a thing or two about wearing faces. Why have you roused me from my slumber? Speak.

By all rights, Mina was the authority figure here. She was not the one bound in heavy chains, nor was she subdued by an obedience collar that suppressed her powers and shocked her when she misbehaved. She was the princess of this kingdom, surrounded by some of the most powerful mejai and warriors the kingdom had.

And yet, to all in the room, it felt as if it were the opposite. They felt like vassals prostrating before a god. The blue and gold tribal tattoos that covered every inch of the giants body only amplified the image. They spoke of an arcane power. A power lost to time, from an age long forgotten.

Your fear! the demon roared, his black beard jostling from the wind of his breath. I can taste it. Good. Shake! Tremble! Know your place, humans. For it is a low place, far below my kind. Tell me, what happened to your arm?

Enough! Mina shouted, cradling her wooden hand. I come bearing a gift. And an opportunity.

Oh? Do you, now? Speak. I shall hear you, two-faced girl.

For sixteen years, you have rotted away in this dungeon, unable to use your powers. Unable to even stand. My gift is a taste of the outside world.

Oh. So generous of you. No, truly, you impress me with your hospitality. Your food is far superior to anything Ive tasted in the demon realm. Tell me. Why should I leave? the black-bearded giant demanded.

If it is food you want, you shall have all the food your belly can fit, Mina said, smiling. But what about combat? Surely you itch to use those great powers of yours? Demons crave combat, after all.

What do you know of us, girl? What do you know of our culture? Nothing. Do not deign presume otherwise.

I want you to hunt an Ashborn.

Until now, the demon had lazedbored. His speech had come slowly. Regally. But the moment the princess mentioned the Ashborn, he sat up, his head nearly hitting the ceiling.

Ashborn? Speak. Now!

Kinjal was out of the question. While they were Hiranyas enemy, they detested demons and Ashborn even more than Hiranya. It was too dangerous.

When hed met Lord Janaks avatar at Valaka Amarathe lost outpost of the gods deep beneath Dahathe god had told him to seek the Pagan Order.

Vir trusted Janak, but every story hed heard of that place had been negative. Hed even seen demon slaves being shipped to the country on Bakuras ship.

The safer option was to first head to the Rani Queendom. Known for its open borders, economic prosperity, and stable, fair rule of law, Rani was said to be a utopia. More importantly, Hiranya held no authority there, which made it difficult for them to pursue him.

He kneeled on the sand beside the pond and traced a general map of the area with his fingers. Riyan had drilled the entire Known World into his head, forcing him to write out all the countries, major cities, and even large towns. Vir had resented the man for it at the time, but now? He wished he could apologize to Riyan. The information was worth its weight in seric.

Rani was a large country with many cities and towns, the closest of which was Parul on Hiranyas southern bordera stones throw from Daha. Vir drew the various cities, placing them at approximately the correct distances.

To get there, Vir would have to travel either to the Daha-Saran highway, or to the access road that led to Brij. Then hed break off from the road, swinging south of Daha before crossing the border. He estimated the distance at around 550 miles, all told. Itd be quicker going through Daha, but he dared not risk going through the city after recent events.

That was certainly the most logical option. It was also the one princess Mina would assume hed take. While Vir doubted Hiranya would pursue him to Rani, it seemed foolish to take chances.

Vir drew a series of chevrons representing the North Legions mountain range, which ran north-south, bisecting the sliver of western Rani from its larger eastern half. He moved his finger farther south on the sand and drew an X on the west coast, west of the Legions. Zorin.

It was a small port town to the west of Rani, and much further south than Parul. Vir estimated it at over 700 miles from his current position. Ashvas could gallop at forty miles an hour for a few hours at max, and could sustain a trot at half that speed. But on the terrain hed traverse, Vir doubted Bumpy could manage half that. At ten miles an hour, even with a full eight hours of travel a day, it would take him nine days.

Still, there were three reasons that made Zorin appealing. First, Rani shared a border with the Pagan Order, and Zorin was just a hop away from the Pagan Order capital of Balindam. He could gather information there before deciding to enter the Voidlands.

Second, Hiranya would never suspect him of taking that route. No one in their right mind got anywhere even close to the Pagan Order. There was a reason an entire mountain range separated the country from most of Rani.

And lastly if Vir did venture to the Ashen Realm at some point, he could travel southeast to Avi, Ranis capital, and from there east to Matali, which shared a border with the Ash Boundary. Matali had been in decline, and their borders went unpoliced. Their garrisons on the Ash Wall were understaffed, and Vir figured hed have a far easier time sneaking past the wall there than at Kinjal or the Altani.

And after that what then?

That was where all the maps stopped. Hed be in a land where abominations like the Prana Swarm were common. A land from which the few humans who braved it ever came back. All this without a map, and with no idea of where or how far he needed to go.

He could scarcely believe he was even considering it. Until recently, it may as well have been a myth to him. A place to be feared, but never something that would involve him directly. And now Im thinking of going there. Voluntarily.

Not without a lot more information and preparation.

Vir circled the X in the sand around Zorin, just as Neel bounded up to him, tongue lolling.

Well, itll be arduous, but at least well have a cool breeze on our faces, wont we, Neel? he said, scratching his friends belly.

Having a destination was good, but it was only the beginning. A journey of 700 miles was out of reach with the supplies he had on hand. His water would last a few days, but Vir expected to find rivers as he traveled south. It wasnt water that was the issueit was food. While Bumpy could graze on the Ranian fields, Vir could not. Nor could Neel. Besides, he needed weapons. With only his boot blade, he felt naked. He'd need to pick up something along the way, at least until he could buy another katar.

The only towns along the way were Daha and Brij. Daha was out of the question, and even Brij gave Vir pause, but he had no choice. Hed have to resupply there before continuing on.

Alright boy! Lets head out.

With his waterskins filled, Vir mounted Bumpy and charted a course for Brij.

Fate, it seemed, wanted him to return to his village one last time. Vir doubted hed ever see it again.