Chapter B3C80 - Epilogue

Chapter B3C80 - Epilogue

Cerrys cheeks flushed with excitement as she found her place in the line. Despite promising herself she wouldnt, shed gotten up early this morning, rolling from her sheets at the first sign of light. Her mother had laughed and shaken her head when she realised who was in the kitchen making breakfast. She understood, after all, it had been the same for her. It wasnt easy to lie still on the day you became an adult!

Her mother and father were here now, somewhere in the crowd behind her, along with the families of every other person she knew from Shadetown who was Awakening today.

Shed hoped that Flynn would be able to make it but he was probably working, even though Master Almsfield had told him he didnt have to. It was difficult to keep a pout from her face. Being diligent was one of the things she liked about him, but it would have been nice if hed pulled himself away from those cores just for today.

No matter. The young woman shook her head and drove the negative thoughts out of her mind. Nothing was going to ruin her day today!

The line shuffled forward as someone stepped away from the crystal and another took their place. The young man was smiling slightly, so he must have been happy with his Class. That was good! Cerrys heart leapt in her chest and she clamped both her hands together to try and keep it still.

Dont get too excited! Just accept whatever comes your way!

Keep the line nice and orderly! No cuts! Hey! I said no cuts! Dont give me that look, young lady, Ive been running this event since before you were born, I know a cutter when I see one!

Old man Jissel was his usual self, marching up and down the line, swinging his cane at everyone who dared to put a foot out of place. When he came alongside her, his frown softened for a moment.

Cerry Tiln, all grown up! Where does the time go? I remember when your mother and father came for their Awakening.

Nice to see you again, Mr Jissel. Hows your wife, Gelda?

Taking too long to get out of bed, the old man harrumphed, says her hips hurt. As if mine dont!

Im sure shes just doing her best to take care of herself, Cerry said as tactfully as possible.

The old man looked as if he wanted to say something, then thought better of it.

Youre probably right. Im too busy taking care of other things. Like this line! Im watching you Jessup! You shift sideways again and Ill give you a reason to lean on that leg!

Everyone is just impatient is all, she tried to soothe him, knowing it was useless. Its a big day for all of us.

Of course it is! Im trying to help. A good Awakening goes ten times faster if people just stick to the line and dont make a fuss.

He spat to one side.

Bah. I may as well warn you now, youll need to register your Class today, so you might as well get it done before you leave. See over there, he pointed toward the edge of the square where several tents had been erected, marshalls patrolling in front. They have clerks in there who can perform the status reading for you, then you come back and hand it to me.

Today? Isnt there usually a three day wait?

There always had been before, she was sure of it. Her family was waiting for her to return so they could go and eat together. Father had booked a table at the Boars Knees! Cerry could taste their famous potato and gravy already.

Jissel brought his large eyebrows together in a fierce frown.

I dont know why, but theyre insisting on it. Breaking with tradition for no good reason! That three day grace period is our gods-given right! Who doesnt go out and get pissed after their Awakening? If you arent too hungover to function the next day, you arent celebrating right! Thats what the third day is for, getting all the blasted paperwork done. Anyway, its not my business if the authorities want to stick their noses in where they dont belong.

He reached up to pat Cerry on the arm.

Nice to see you again, girl. Good luck with your Awakening. Id best get back to managing these hooligans. Yes, that means you, Jessup! I couldnt give a hairy rat's ass if you're my grandson!

She gave him a small wave as he limped down the line, still hollering at his poor relative, and then it was time to take another step forward. Not long now! She was so close.

Calm down, Cerry. Dont get too carried away!

Honestly, she had played the same game as every other young person in the empire, trying to decide which was the perfect Class, the one that suited her best. Whereas others had flitted from favourite to favourite, wanting to be a slayer one day, to a merchant the next, then back to a slayer. The boys always wanted to be slayers.

Poise +2;

Skills granted level one:

Spirit Speech.

It burned in her mind, more than she expected. Were she connected to her body, she might have cried out, but as it was, she couldnt emit a sound as the Unseen engraved the Class upon her.

Bewildered, she tried to comprehend what had just happened. What did those words mean? What Class had she received?

It didnt make sense.

In a flash, it was over. She returned to herself with a start, staring in confusion at her hands pressed into the surface of the stone.

She withdrew them in a daze, then turned. To her left, Old man Jissel watched her, his kindly smile fading into concern as she didnt react. Unbidden, tears came to eyes, but still she didnt move, completely lost.

With a gentle hand, the old man drew her to the side and waved for the next person to step forward.

Its alright, child. No matter what, your life will go on, you dont have to worry, regardless how bad it seems right now, he told her softly.

He turned and glanced over his shoulder. Towards the tents, she realised. In that moment, a new fear was born in her heart. Was this Class illegal? It had to be. Surely.

So she would lose her Class. It was almost a relief, she didnt want this burden.

Then, a new fear was born.

People had been disappearing all over Shadetown for weeks. She would need to have had her head buried in the sand not to notice, to see the fear in the eyes of everyone she spoke to. Everyone knew someone who had been taken, and she was no exception. A terrible thought surfaced in her mind, and once she had acknowledged it, there was no hope it would release her.

Will it really end with giving up the Class? Normally, it would. But what about now?

She grew even more pale, and Jissel tightened his grip on her shoulder until she looked at him.

Dont worry about the registration right now, he told her. Head back to your family and Ill let them know to follow up with you later, alright? Remember, its never as bad as it seems.

With a gentle push, he urged her away, back down the line. One look at her face and those still waiting thought they knew what had happened. Sympathetic looks and words were sent her way, but Cerry couldnt bring herself to acknowledge them. Even Flynn, desperately trying to get her attention from the crowd, couldnt distract her from the terror rising in her chest.

What was she going to do?

~~~

All across the empire, the number of illegal Classes Awakened rose more than ten times. Dark Sorcerers, Death Mages, Rot Soldiers, Raven Eyed and many, many more. Classes not seen for hundreds of years, some not for thousands. Magisters were forced into the depths of their libraries to seek the records of some, coming up empty-handed at times.

Thieves and bandits proliferated alongside other, more mundane illegal Classes.

Despite their preparations, it was impossible for the Marshals, even with the help of the Church of the Divines, to catch them all. Many families awoke to find a child had slipped away in the night, vanishing into the darkness, a brief note on the kitchen table, never to be seen again.

Many were forced to abandon their Classes. Many others were taken for questioning, leaving anxious parents waiting for days, which turned to weeks, then to months, with no word of their children.

In a small mountain town in the far western edge of the Empire, the youth lined up to place their hands upon a very different Awakening stone, a stone that had once been a person. Here, there were no magisters, no priests, not of the Five, and the Classes received were just as rare, just as dark.

Bone Smiths. Flesh Tuners. Corpse Weavers.

And Necromancers.