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They followed the road toward the center of Midras. The newer structures gave way to the more ancient ruins near the center of the city. They came to where the avenue ended in a circular plaza in the center of the town. Here it was evident by the carnage that the fighting had been the most intense. On the east side of the plaza, an enormous tree rose up out of the ground. It had once been part of a small garden in front of the doors entering the ancient temple. Now the gates into the ruins were missing, and the tree had overgrown the garden. Its thick roots had broken up the paving stones and cracked an ancient wall behind it. Broken scaffolding was strewn about where the recent attempts at restoring the walls and towers had fallen once more to the ground.

Syenna followed Aren into the shadow beneath the wide-spreading branches of the tree.

The road is ruined, Syenna commented as they quietly surveyed the streets leading to the north and south.

But with an organized effort, that western avenue may be suitable enough for the generals parade, Aren observed as he sat down at the base of the tree. The silence was getting to him as well. How long ago were these cobblestones put down, do you suppose?

They predate the Fall, Syenna said with solemnity. Avatars may have walked these paths.



Aren chuckled.

Do you doubt it? Syenna glared at him.

That there were Avatars or that they walked this road?

You choose.

Then both, actually. Arens smile was all indulgence. Myths to frighten small children into obedience and to make sense of the Fall to equally bewildered adults.

The Avatars brought us purpose and a better way! Syenna stated with unquestioning belief. They brought us the Virtues!

For all the good it did them or us. Aren chuckled, shaking his head. These legendary Virtues didnt prevent the Fall and, for all we know, they may have caused it. And what are these great, vaunted Virtues anyway? Everyone likes to talk about them, but no one seems to remember exactly what these Virtues were supposed to be.

They were lost to us in the Fall, Syenna said with conviction.

A rather convenient loss, Aren said. Something down the western street caught his eye, a flash of light on polished metal. And why is it that those who do remember them only remember Virtues that profit them? If they dont know a Virtue off which they can make money, then they seem perfectly willing to make up a suitable one that can. Our hope doesnt lie in the failed past, Syenna. It lies in the future of one voice, one truth, one thought, one purpose, and one destiny: that is us. Our destiny is the only one that counts.

Because you bring order to the world? Syenna asked.

Because we bring order to the world. Aren nodded.

This city brought order to the Midmaer Plain. It brought your straight lines, order, and purpose, Syenna observed with a toss of her head toward the ruins. Then she put her hand on the trunk of the tree. Yet this tree still stands here, Captain, after all the battles raged around it. Its roots break up the stones. Its branches push over the walls. This tree and the trees from its seeds will be here long after the stones have been crushed into sand and the walls erased beneath the enduring force of its nature. This wild and natural thing will always defeat the order of these walls, Captain, given enough time.

And yet our Obsidian sorcerers command nature itself, Aren countered. He was enjoying the challenge Syenna so often provided him. They shape it to our will.

Like the elves? Syenna cast a cool, dark eye in the captains direction. The lift of her brow indicated to him that she was fully engaged in their fencing words.

Aren scowled as he picked up a fragment of broken stone and tossed it casually across the plaza. What about the elves?

Your Obsidian sorcerers used their powers to shape them from enslaved humans, Syenna said as she leaned down toward him in the shade of the tree. They did the same to create the satyrs and the fauns. They have even unleashed magic to raise the dead from their graves. Who knows what they might try next? All of it done that they might more fully serve the cause of the Obsidian Light.

Whats your point? Aren fixed his vision on the bright flashes of light he could see down the ruined roadway they had just pa.s.sed over. It was getting closer.

My question is whether they have souls, Syenna said.

Souls? Aren looked up in surprise.

Yes, souls, Syenna reiterated.

Youre joking!

Is there something remaining in them that rebels against your control and your order, Syenna pressed on. Do they have a will of nature that makes them want to be rather than simply exist? These monsters your empire is shaping with their magic may become something more than just animals in a harness to do your bidding. If they can think, then what happens when they start thinking for themselves? They might think they dont want to follow your straight lines. They might determine a greater good of their own. Have you ever considered that"

Wait, Aren said, holding his palm up. He stood slowly, his eyes fixed down the road.

A lone warrior was approaching. He was clothed in the dark robe of a Midras Guardian. His hood was pushed back, revealing his shaved head. Aren knew from previous encounters that the tattooed sigils that began at the center of his forehead ran continuously to the back of his neck. They were supposed to delineate the miraculous capabilities granted to the individual Guardians by their priestess. The magic appeared to have failed this particular Guardian, as he was bleeding from a long gash at the side of his head, yet his ice-blue eyes remained fixed on Aren with a fanatic single-mindedness as he approached. His short sword bore similar markings to the tattoos down the blade. It flashed in the sunlight. The tip of it swung listlessly before the Guardian as he staggered toward the captain and his guide.

What does he want? Aren asked. Hes alone.

Guardians are never alone, Syenna said under her breath. She reached a hand slowly across her body to wrap her long fingers around the hilt of her sword. And they never come at you from the front.

Aren glanced around from where he stood by the tree.

He was startled to see a figure through the sundered temple gates.

There was a beauty about her despite the dark smudges on her skin and the haggard look to her face. She wore the tattered remains of a robe that showed her to have been a priestess of the lower ranks. Her dark hair was disheveled and in a hopeless tangle, but she carried herself with a clear, confident poise that beamed through her countenance despite her physical appearance. And there was a deep sadness about her too, which startled Aren. Her large, watery eyes looked back at Aren with a fixed, pleading gaze.

Aren watched as the woman shifted that gaze upward past where Aren stood. The strange priestess gave a start and then disappeared into the darkness of the ruins beyond the temple entrance.

Aren turned to follow the womans gaze to the rooftops on the far side of the plaza. A crooked smile came to his lips. I think we should be more concerned with whats at our rear. We might consider a hasty offering in their temple.

Syenna drew in a breath, her grip tightening on her sword. Must you always offend local customs everywhere you go?

Only the ones I dont know about, Aren said. Ready?

Yes.

Now!

Aren and Syenna turned as one, dashing past the tree toward the broken doors of the temple beyond. Aren had taken only three steps before he heard the whistling behind him. He dug in his booted heels and turned his shoulder into Syennas body, halting her flight.

A dozen arrows stabbed the ground in front of them, forming a curved pattern before the temple doors.

Go! Go now! Aren propelled Syenna ahead of him. The shafts of the arrows splintered under their boots as they rushed through the missing doors. Aren had already drawn his sword as he pa.s.sed into the ruins of the temple.

The hooting calls of the Guardians followed them as they plunged into the shadows of the hallway. Aren had once heard a pack of wolves on the Midmaer Plain as they pursued their prey. The sound of the Guardians was entirely too similar.

The ceiling overhead had collapsed in places, allowing spa.r.s.e sunlight, filtered through the ruins above them, to fall into the hallway. The hall ended in an empty alcove with branching hallways to either side. Syenna slid to a halt at the alcove, Aren nearly running into her from behind.

Which way? Syenna demanded.

The priestess glanced back at Aren from the end of the left hall, vanishing from view as she fled.

Shes gone this way! Aren called to Syenna.

Who? Syenna called back.

Aren was already running down the hall toward where he had just seen the priestess. She would know her way around these ruins, he thought. She knows the way out.

Aren could feel Syenna at his heels as he burst into the large open s.p.a.ce. He could only guess at its function. It was several stories high, and its roof was missing entirely. Two galleries ran around the second- and third-floor s.p.a.ces circling the room, each choked with vines that wound around the pillars of the colonnade.

The dark robed forms of several Guardians ran along both galleries overhead, searching for a way down to their prey. One of them stopped, pulling a bow from off his shoulder.

Aren glimpsed a flash of priestess robe in the dark archway to his right.

That way! he yelled, shoving Syenna toward the arch.

Again he plunged into the darkness after her. Syenna cried out. Aren heard the cacophony of her armor and weapons crashing ahead of him, and in moments he nearly fell himself as the hall suddenly ended in a steep, downward stair. He descended in quick steps.

Are you all right? he called, his eyes quickly becoming accustomed to the reduced light. There were fewer breaks in the ceiling here, making the available light spa.r.s.e.

Yes, Syenna called back to him from below. But I think Ive broken my pride.

Well, at least its something easily repaired, Aren replied. The calls of the Guardians sounded closer and louder in his ears. Keep moving!

Syenna was running in front of him. Theres more light ahead.

They pa.s.sed into a small circular chamber. The room was nearly thirty feet high, with a domed ceiling. Part of the dome had collapsed, allowing light filtered through leaves of vines and trees to spill into the room.

The Guardians! Syenna said in hushed tones.

I know, Aren whispered into the sudden silence. Their calls have stopped.

A second archway opened on the far side of the circular room. Syenna stepped through it, Aren right behind her.

He reacted instinctively to the motion to his left.

Arens blade rose, parrying the blow from the Guardian lurking at the side of the arch. Aren stepped back and then quickly thrust in riposte. He felt the blade slide along the Guardians armor and under his robes, but he followed up with his armored left glove to the Guardians face.

A quick glance revealed Syenna in a similarly desperate battle with a second Guardian. She had managed to draw both her sword and main gauche dagger. The dagger had trapped the Guardians blade as she slashed at him with her sword.

The Guardian before Aren staggered back against the ancient wall. The unstable structure shifted behind him, a number of remaining tiles tumbling down from the groaning ceiling overhead.

The Guardian tried to push away from the wall, but Aren kicked him hard in the chest, sending the man once again to stagger backward, shifting the wall stones even farther.

Syennas main gauche was still locked with the second Guardians blade. She twisted him around, her own back now to the opposite wall.

Aren could hear shouts of more Guardians approaching from the plaza beyond the entrance. He reached for the Guardian wrestling with Syenna and, gripping him with both hands, pulled him backward and away from his guide. Aren then threw him with all his strength across the narrow hallway and into the body of the first Guardian still struggling to regain his balance.

Aren reached out, gripping Syennas wrist as he plunged farther into the hall.

The weight of the two Guardians fell a third time against the wall. It gave way, the stones bowing out and then collapsing completely. The ceiling overhead cascaded downward, crushing and choking the entrance.

Aren continued to run down the corridor, Syennas wrist firmly in his grip. Faint light shone in shafts from the breaks in the ruins above them, bleeding into the hall where they were now being choked with dust.

The rumble of the collapsing ruin walls continued to be heard down the corridor from which they had just come.

Now, that wasnt so bad, was it? Aren laughed.

It wasnt so good either, Captain. Syenna coughed. I dont think they were out to kill us. I think they wanted to take you prisoner.

Well, Id rather they didnt. Who would find a route for the generals parade if they did? Aren smiled. The rumbling down the hall increased. All we have to do now is circle around through these ruins and The hall suddenly shook.

The stones beneath their feet gave way.

They were falling into darkness.

CHAPTER.

3.

The Blade Aren rolled over with a groan as much born of anger as of pain. He lay on his back for a moment, the broken stones under him pressing uncomfortably into his back despite the armor. He felt the warm wetness of his own blood on the side of his head. Nevertheless, he held still. He felt disoriented from the unexpected plunge through the weakened floor. The drop felt like an eternity, and he had no idea how far he had fallen.

His eyes were adjusting to the darkness. The filtered daylight of the ruins was bright compared to this subterranean night, yet the darkness was not complete. There was some light here, and Aren was already beginning to distinguish shapes emerging from the shadows that surrounded him.

Strategy depends on knowledge, he thought. A wise man waits; only a fool rushes into what he doesnt understand. He lay quietly for a moment, taking in his surroundings.

The faint glow from a series of globes gave scarce illumination to the ancient chamber around him. Each sphere had been mounted in ornamental frameworks on a series of columns that supported the dome of the ceiling. This vague light was further obscured under a layer of rust-colored dust. Still, it was enough; he could soon make out the extents of what had been an oval-shaped chamber beneath the ancient ruins. Almost directly above him, part of the dome had buckled downward, breaking through an upper gallery that looked down into the chamber. Debris from the collapse had fallen into a slanting pile. Aren, in turn, had fallen down the face of this debris and come to a halt on its slopes a few feet above the floor.

A ma.s.sive, dark shape sat atop a dais of concentric steps in the center of the room, but Aren was still having trouble making it out. He listened for the sounds of pursuit but was greeted only with silence. Satisfied, he slowly sat up.

Are you all right? Syenna said in a hushed tone. She stood, leaning against a pillar near the base of the debris from the collapse. Her right hand was clutched over a wound on her left forearm.

Yes, I believe I am, Aren replied, keeping his voice low. Just because he could not hear his enemy did not necessarily mean they were not listening. And you?

Well enough, although I would prefer to be somewhere else, she replied. There was something odd in her voice, something Aren had not heard before.

Why? Aren asked as he stood up, checking his armor and sword more out of habit than need. Once youve seen one ruin youve pretty well seen"

Because its a tomb, Syenna said, her voice sounding suddenly dry.

Aren was seeing much better now under dull light from the wall globes. The object in the center of the room was an enormous stone sarcophagus of dark granite inlaid with gold, jade, and cut gems. The ma.s.sive lid had been shifted off the stone box, lying across the stone stairs next to it. There appeared to be some sort of ornate figure carved into the lid.

So its a tomb. Aren shrugged. You once told me that before the Fall such things were common.

Not like this, Syenna answered. There was a quaver in her voice. Aren had never known her to be the least bit hesitant or concerned when death was on the line in battle and was surprised by her sudden nerves. She pointed at the base of the sarcophagus box. This is different. The symbols are Just look at the symbols.

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