Chapter 77: Mirrors

Chapter 77: Mirrors

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 loomed over her home, 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 become the limp broodmother for their madness; will of Iron streamed 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 moment, 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 moment.

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 welcome her, and her babe. And for the first time since she could remember... she would rest, and not suffer.

**

Youve gotten remarkably good, Tenner praised with some 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 lamented 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 men put down the blades and walked to the nearby bench, sitting down. The small hall that Sylas managed to rip from Valen for some sparring was alight with several torches, though dim and dark still. Living in this place for decades. How did you manage it, anyway?

homes where you carve it, Tenner replied. And this place became my home.

A womanless home, 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 me. 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.

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 me, Id use and abuse everything I could to burn their house and their names and their legacies into oblivion.

Would you, though? Tenner suddenly quizzed.

Hm?

No, nothing. Thank you. For listening. Few do.

theres no shame 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 ashamed it happenedIm ashamed I was too stupid to have let it happen. Should have taken the coin and ran off. She wouldnt have judged me, that much I know.

sometimes, 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 me?

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 blame her, Tenner said. Kids a creepy one.

You dont have to tell me. You know I caught him watching me sleep like four times? 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-time he became a daddy.

you two are weird, Tenner said. Alas, tomorrow for the spar again?

Bring some 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. Remember?!

Aye, aye, we drink...