Shane gently shook the child who was in his arms.Boy, get ready!You are in a dream!”
The boy frantically looked around the room as violet eyes opened and the words stopped.The little boy's body went limp when he looked at Shane, and Shane held him close as the boy began to violently shake.Miva stated, "so he can speak."Shane replied, "It would appear so," and then picked up the boy and carried him to Millere's room, glancing over at her.The boy slept through the rest of the night without a whimper while snuggled between the two adults thanks to her sorrowful smile and nod.Shane slept very little.He caressed the boy's head unconsciously while keeping his hand on it.Shane's thoughts were racing until the sun rose and the pitch-black night turned gray.They were now very close to Torkeln.Throughout the first half of the journey, Shane had asked the boy questions and received only muted responses.It was clear that speaking was only possible while asleep."How did you die first?"The boy made a reference to Shane's sword."Slashed with a sword?"A nod.“Where?”to the chest with the forefinger.“Then?”Shane was almost certain that the boy had figured out how he had died each time by interpreting his gestures.He decided that it was a sword blow, thirst, hunger, overeating, lightning strike, animal attack, rock crushing, choking, drowning, freezing, falling, and suffocation in that order.The boy curled into himself even more as more and more people joined them on the road as they got closer to the city. Before long, he was hunched over the saddle's pommel with his eyes closed.The pair on the horse were the subject of a lot of curious looks from the crowd, but no one dared say anything.If you didn't want to be imprisoned or worse, you shouldn't casually or snidely address a crown general.Miva pushed the wagon into the line that was waiting to be admitted when they got to the city gates; however, Shane only stopped Gorshan and moved him closer to him."I will take the boy to Ma'ikel, but you must wait.You can meet me at the palace if you finish before me.Simply inform the guards that you are my family, and they will transport you to a room where you can await my arrival.If not, I will locate you on the market.Millere received a brief kiss when he leaned over.She smiled as he whispered, "I love you.""I also love you."Gorshan was reined to the left by Shane as he trotted past the wagon and pedestrian line.He estimated that it would take at least an hour for his family to get through the gates because of the long line.Despite the curious looks he received from those waiting, he moved right to the front of the line.The two guards who were letting people in abruptly stopped what they were doing and stood straight as he got close.They were dressed in the same way as he was, but the colors were different.They wore the same white shirt and black boots, their coats were black with no embroidery, and their breeches were blue.As Shane maneuvered Gorshan around the wagon at the front of the line and returned the salute, they both put their right fists on their hearts and waited.He asked sternly, "Guardsmen, do you know if Ma'ikel is in the city?"One man said, "Sir, I believe so," looking straight ahead.General, at least he hasn't left through this gate."I'm grateful."They entered the city after Shane signaled for Gorshan to accelerate to a trot.People in the street quickly stepped aside to let the horse's shoes pass, their eyes widening at the sight of the boy in front of Shane. The horse's shoes rang loudly on the cobblestones.As he went by, he could hear the whispers, but he ignored them once more.He stayed on the main road and only looked straight ahead, but out of the corner of his eye he could see the shocked faces.He reined Gorshan in after about ten minutes and came to a stop at the bottom of a long flight of wide marble steps.He was quickly approached by a guardsman, who gave him a salute and then took the bridle.Shane whispered, "I do not want anyone to know about you yet, boy, so keep your eyes on the ground until I tell you otherwise," as he leaned close to the boy's ear before dismounting.Do you comprehend?”The boy nodded and cradled himself even more tightly in his coat.Boy, do not be afraid.I will ensure your safety.The boy was taken off the horse after Shane fell to the ground.He helped the boy stand up and put his hand on his shoulder to reassure him that he was safe and prevent him from running away.Shane said, "Take my horse to the stables, and make sure he is well taken care of," turning to the guard who was still standing at attention."Yes, General, immediately."After making a second salute, the soldier led the horse around the steps.As he led the boy to the steps with a hand on his shoulder, Shane said, "Come with me, boy."I will take you to a person who can assist you.The boy did not respond, but he did keep his eyes down, as Shane had requested.As they climbed the steps and came to a stop in front of the large wooden doors, the man did not miss the stares they were giving him.As he got closer, the guardsmen who were standing there snapped to attention and gave him a salute."Ma'ikel to see General Johnson.It is urgent.One of them said, "Yes, sir," and he quickly opened the right door.General, as far as I could tell, he was in the throne room.Shane said, "Thank you," and began to walk down the long hallway.Shane never forgot how beautiful the palace was, no matter how many times he visited it.White marble covered the entire palace, including the floor, walls, and hallway columns.The monotony was broken up by colorful tapestries scattered throughout the stone, which was streaked with various gray shades.The doors were the only other thing in the palace that was not white.The palace staff worked long hours to ensure that they, along with everything else in the palace, shone like glass because they were made of the finest gacha wood.Between the columns, a group of palace guardsmen in blue breeches, black boots, and white coats and shirts stood.As soon as he got close, they caught his attention and immediately returned to their watchful positions, hands on sword hilts and eyes scanning the area.When Shane noticed the boy shaking, he had already made it about half way to the throne room.He came to a stop and got down on one knee in front of him.He asked, "Are you all right?" while placing his hands on the boy's shoulders.Shane observed the boy's face as tears welled up as Violet's eyes glanced upward.A thin line of blood ran down his chin as he bit his bottom lip so hard.Shane extended a hand, gently prying open the lip, and then used his thumb to wipe the blood off."Are you afraid?Are they all swords?”Shane grabbed the boy quickly and held him close as he stood after the boy nodded.I promised you I would safeguard you, boy, and I will.Now, understand? Keep your face on my shoulder.As he wrapped his little arms around Shane's neck, the boy gave a second nod and buried his face in it.He tightened his grip and accelerated his steps because he could feel the tears running down his collar.They noticed two more guards standing at the door to the throne room.Shane came to a stop in front of them."Is Ma'ikel inside?"“Yes, sir, but he and the king are not to be disturbed,” one replied."And I am telling you to go let Ma'ikel and King Tomas know that General Johnson is here to see them and that it is urgent," said Shane with stern words.General, "I would, but the Anmah told me not to disturb them for any reason."This is not a typical justification.Go and inform them that I am here.Shane moved closer to the man as his eyes narrowed, "But, General..."Guardsman, you're not arguing with me, are you?Despite the boy's tense reaction to his harsh tone, he could not allow this man to continue acting disrespectfully.The man took a deep breath and said, "No, sir, General.I'll let them know you're here."Good decision."He took a step back and observed as the man slowly opened the door and entered.Shane slowly turned his head to see the second guard glancing in his direction."What are you examining?"The guard's eyes immediately moved forward.General, nothing."That is correct.Nothing.You don't know anything, you don't see anything, you don't hear anything."Unconditionally, General,"The first guard opened the door at that exact instant and held it open.General, "King Tomas and Ma'ikel will see you now,"Shane stopped after taking a single step into the room.The next time you are told to do something, may I suggest that you simply follow instructions?Unless, of course, you really want to spend the next six moons cleaning out the stables, which is unlikely.The man said, "No, sir...I mean, yes, sir, General," saluting.As the door closed, Shane turned around and walked down the red carpet to the throne in the front of the room.The two men he was looking for were seated at a large table to the side, and he gave them a quick glance around.While whispering to the boy, "Do what I do, but keep your eyes down," he detoured to them.Understand?”Shane lowered himself to his left knee, placed the boy on his right side of the floor, and bowing his head with his right hand on the sword's hilt at the boy's nod.“What, an hour in the city?And General Johnson, are you already scaring my guardsmen?Shane looked at the boy with a fixed smile.He was similarly situated;Even his right hand was resting on his left hip.He spoke smoothly, "Not more than fifteen minutes, Your Majesty, and I promise, the fright was not intentional."Additionally, I apologize for interrupting you, but this is truly urgent."Oh, Shane, for the sake of Yisu, get up, come with us, and tell us what you are doing with this child," they said.Shane got up.The general placed his hand on the boy's shoulder as he followed, but he did not move to join the men at the table."I need to speak with Ma'ikel alone, if you please, Your Majesty," I said.The king raised his eyebrows.Oh?And what exactly are you prohibited from saying in front of your king?"This boy, sire, is the subject.I regret that I am unable to say more at this time.King Tomas looked at the youngster in front of him and grinned.The king had curly brown hair that fell to his shoulders and sparkling brown eyes. He was a handsome man."Who is he?""Your Majesty, I am unaware.I hope Ma'ikel can assist me in that regard.The king's scowl got worse."Kid, look at me."Shane quickly stated, "He cannot, sire." as the boy stiffened.He has been instructed to ignore everyone.“What?Why?”"Sire, I regret not being able to tell you."General, "You cannot tell me
The morning sun had yet to crest the palace walls, but Frank stood at attention before General Mistri. His body was stiff, but his eyes were downcast. The boy next to him was in much the same position, but that boy stared straight ahead. Frank barely came to the other’s waist, but it was the latter who looked the worse for wear. Chatra Ricard had a split lip, a black eye, and a gash on his cheek that was steadily dripping blood. The knuckles of his right hand were also cut open. Frank had only a small knot on his left temple. Both boys’ clothes were torn and dirty from rolling around on the ground. The rest of the Chatra were in rank behind the two.“Head up, Ga’briyel.”At his father’s stern command, the little boy slowly raised his head and faced him. Jarda kept his face grim, but inside he was proud of his son. He knew that the older boy had started the fight, and he knew that Frank had had no choice but to defend himself, and he had done so admirably.“Which of you wants to tell
"Captain Phransa!” he bellowed as he advanced on the man.The captain spun from his position on the edge of the wrestling ring and snapped to attention. “General!”“I will speak to each and every Chatra, starting with the youngest. Send him to the quartermaster’s immediately after I leave.”“Yes, sir, General! It will be done as you say.”Jarda said not another word but swiftly marched to the quartermaster’s. He told the man that he needed the space, and it was instantly vacated. He positioned himself so that he faced the doorway, and he forced himself to relax. It was the older boys he was angry with, and he did not want the younger ones to be scared to talk to him. Moments later, a small boy walked slowly into the room and stood stiffly, his hand on his heart.“Chatra Dinton Sekara reporting as ordered, General.”“At ease, Chatra,” Jarda said softly, and the boy dropped his hand, spread his feet, and placed his hands behind his back.The general pulled two chairs from behind the cou
“Yes, sir, General!”The guardsmen conferred briefly, and then three disappeared. Three others stepped forward, and Jarda gently guided Dinton toward them.“Go on, Chatra. They will protect you.”“Yes, sir.” The boy fell into step with the guards, one on either side of him and the third behind him. All three had their hands on their sword hilts.The last four took up positions in the shadows of the room where they could not be seen. Tero was one of these four.“You are to make no sound while I question the Chatra,” Jarda told them. “It will be difficult when you hear what I know some of these boys will say, but you must control yourselves. I do not want the boys to know you are here until you escort them out.”“Understood, General,” Tero said, and Jarda heard the fury in his voice.Jarda stood facing the open door, and within a few minutes another young boy appeared in the doorway and saluted him.“Chatra Sylvain, reporting as ordered, General.”“Step inside, Chatra.”“Yes, sir.” The
Jarda took a deep breath. “Look at me, boy.” Glaucus’ eyes slowly came up, and Jarda saw tears in them, but whether they were from fear or guilt, he did not know. “I want you to know that you are the only one of the guilty ones who had the courage to tell me the truth. It does not mean that you will not be punished for your actions, but it does show that you have some integrity and honor in you.”The boy nodded, and his voice caught as he whispered, “Thank you, General. That means a lot to me.”Jarda tilted his head as he crooked his finger toward the shadows. Tero stepped forward with the other three guardsmen. Unlike with Juston and the other three, he merely gestured toward the door, and Glaucus saluted as the first tear trickled down his cheek.“I am sorry, General Mistri,” he whispered as he turned and trudged out the door.Tero started after him, but Jarda stopped him with a hand on his arm.“Let the others take him, Tero. I want to talk to you.”“Yes, sir.” Tero stood at attent
"I know,” the boy said with another heavy sigh. “I heard you and General Mistri talking about me.”Ma’ikel frowned when the boy referred to his father as General Mistri a second time.“Ga’briyel, come here, please.”The boy raised his head and then stood. He slowly walked to the table and sat down when Ma’ikel gestured to a chair. The man knelt down in front of him.“Ga’briyel, do you not consider General Mistri to be your baba? I know he considers you to be his son.”“But he is not my baba,” the boy said. “My baba’s dead.”“Your first baba died, that is true, but could you not think of the general as your second baba?”Frank cocked his head as if that thought had never occurred to him. “Can someone have a second baba?”“If you choose to, yes. You are very intelligent, Anmah, and you have amazed me today, but you are still a little boy who needs a baba and a mama. General Mistri and his wife can be those for you if you let them.”The boy nodded. “I suppose I could let them. Do you thi
Tomas sighed heavily. “Although I am sure that I will not like what I am about to hear, this break is welcome nonetheless.” He leaned against the large gacha wood table in the center of the room and faced the others. “So, what is it?”Jarda told the king everything that had happened that morning, from the fight between Frank and Ricard to the interrogations and confessions to the meeting he, Tero, and Phransa had had in his office.The king grew angrier by the moment as Jarda talked, but he stayed silent until the narrative was complete. By the end, he was pacing the length of the table and clenching his fists. Jarda was glad the scowl on his king’s face was not for him.“And you say this has been going on for a year, Jarda? How is that possible? How did no one know what was happening to these boys?”“I do not know the answer to that question, sire. All I can say is that the boys who did this were very careful, and they scared the younger boys enough that they told no one of the abuse
“Thank you, my son, but I do not think it will be. I appreciate the thought, though.”Elise moved close to them and hugged them both.“Can you do anything to make Baba feel better, Mama?”Jarda grinned when Elise looked at him with a twinkle in her eye.“I will do my best, little one,” she said.“Good. I do not like it when he is upset.”“None of us do, Ga’briyel. Now, off to bed with you.” Elise gave her son a kiss, and Jarda put him down.“Good night, Mama.”“Good night, my son. Sleep well.”When Frank disappeared into his room, Jarda stepped up to his wife.“And just how do you plan on making me feel better?” he asked, running his hands up and down her arms.“By having you focus on something else for a while,” she said, taking his hand and leading him to their room. She glanced back at him and smiled. “Hopefully for a very long while.”First light came with dark gray clouds that covered the sky and sun and cast a deep gloom over the training grounds. In addition, thunder rumbled om
"I am fine, Frank, but I am very hungry." She smiled up at him. "Just like you always are."He frowned and ran his hand over her hair. "Not always, Sophyra. Not after the Dirack." He took her hand and led her out of the room, shutting the door behind them to let his son sleep. They went down to the main room, and Frank eyes went wide when he saw Telantes sitting at the bar talking with Luija."Telantes, my friend. Why are you here?" Frank kept his arm around his wife but walked up to the Debaduta and clasped his forearm."I am here to tell you where you are to go next, Frank."With a skeptical look, Frank eyed his friend and tightened his grip. "Why did Yisu not just tell me Himself like before? Why are you really here?"Grinning sheepishly, Telantes released the Sainika's forearm. "That is one reason, Ga'briyel. I cannot lie; you know this. But there is a second reason. You and your family..." The spirit looked at Sophyra. "I hear congratulations are in order again, Sophyra. Another
"He is dead!" he announced, and the soldiers carried him into the same room as his supposed victim and laid him on the floor. Captain Panakari followed them, shooed them out of the room, and shut the door. "You can get up now, Captain Mistri." Frank opened his eyes, took his sword belt from the other captain, and stretched with a smile before strapping it around his waist. "There is a back way out of this room, Captain, but you must make your way to your inn on your own. Try not to let anyone see you, or they will know I lied, and then I will find myself in the noose."Frank held out his hand, and the other clasped his forearm firmly. "Thank you, Captain. I appreciate everything you have done for me tonight. Please know that everything I did was for the good of your people. They may not understand that, but it was. My family and I will be gone in the morning." He followed Captain Panakari to the door in the back of the room, and after it was unlocked, slipped out into the darkness of
"Benefits of being friends with a Debaduta, daemon!" Then Frank stopped talking, swung his sword, and began the deadliest dance known to man with the daemon in front of him. Dolsaya's eyes went wide, and he tried to flee, but Frank was too quick, and soon the daemon was backed up against his storefront. With a single swipe, Frank removed the daemon's head from his shoulders, and with several others, dismembered it. Then he turned to the daemon behind him and resumed the dance. It seemed as if it only took a few minutes before Kaysaya's head was rolling along the middle of the street, caught in a rut formed by hundreds of carriage wheels, but when Frank had hacked the third daemon to pieces, he realized that it was dark, his muscles ached, and he stank like rubbish that had been sitting in the summer sun for a moon. He looked around and was surprised to see several people standing on the wooden walkways watching him. Most had torches, and he walked to one, grabbed his torch, and applie
Adama grinned and slid out of their bed. He went to the chest of drawers and pulled out a white linen shirt, black breeches, and a red coat. He dressed himself quickly, and then looked at his parents expectantly. "Come, Baba," he said, excitement flowing from him and covering Ga'briyel, as he held out his tiny hand to his father.With a smile, Frank stood, held out his hand to Sophyra, who took it and joined him, and then took his son's hand in his. They went to the main room where Luija already had first meal on the table. The Debaduta was standing by their table, a worried look on his face."Are you sure about this, Ga'briyel? It will be dangerous at the docks. Two of the daemons have shops there, after all.""How did you know?" Sophyra asked him. Luija just looked at her, and she nodded. "Yisu told you, yes?""Of course He did, and I do not think this is a wise move to make, Sainika. The daemons will be waiting for you to bring your family out of the inn. I have a very bad feeling
“Nor should you, my child.” Frank looked at his son, forced his eyes to dim, and smiled. He sat down next to Sophyra on the bench she had chosen, pulled her close, and kissed her softly. “Later, my heart.” He groaned softly when her heat almost smothered him. “Please, Sophyra, stop. Not now.”She rested her hand on his thigh and began to trace small circles on it. “I will try, my love, but it will be difficult knowing what you have planned for later.” She smiled coyly at him as Luija entered the room with a platter full of food. He set it on the table, smiled at Ga’briyel, and spoke softly.“I would love to speak with your son later on, Sainika. I think we could speak together for several hours. You and your wife could retire early to your room, I think, if you would like that.”Grinning and letting his eyes flare once, Frank answered, “I would like that very much, Luija, thank you. I was going to ask you if you would watch him for a while.”“Watch him? There would be no watching, Ga’
“It is, but they know you are here, and they will block your ability to sense them. I will do my best to help you find them, but I am at risk if I leave this building, as well. I do not wish to be banished, and so I generally stay here. They know of me, of course, but there is nothing they can do about it.” Luija came around the bar, gestured over his shoulder, and walked toward the hallway that led off to the right of the main room. “I assume you would prefer a ground-level room, Sainika?”Frank did not move. “Why would you assume that, Debaduta?”The man smiled as he turned to face his newest boarders. “Stairs can slow you down if you need to leave the inn quickly, Sainika.”“Nevertheless, I would prefer a room above ground. Stairs may slow me down a bit, but I do not want anyone to be able to reach our room while we sleep. I will not risk my family like that, Luija. They are my life, and if I lose them, I cannot be responsible for what will happen.”Luija frowned at that last state
There were several villages through which they rode where Frank and Sophyra were given distasteful glares when adults saw the tiny boy riding alone on the large bay, but while Sophyra took each look to heart, Frank ignored them completely. He could not ignore Adama’s innocent question the first time it happened, however.“Baba, why is everyone so angry?”“What do you mean, my son?”“When we enter a town, people stare at me as if they are angry.”Frank smiled. “They are not used to seeing such a small boy riding alone without support. They do not understand that you are not like other boys, Adama, and they disapprove of what they do not understand.”“I could make them understand, Baba. May I try, please?”With a shrug, Frank acquiesced. “You may try, Adama, but I do not believe you will have much success.”They had stopped at the first inn they had come to, having been in the saddle and sleeping on the ground for the past four days and nights, and Frank dropped from his saddle, helped
"A fool am I?" Frank snarled. "And what is it that makes me a fool, Daitya?"The man laughed. "Anyone is a fool who tries to fight Sayatan and his sons."Ga'bryel grinned, but if a human had seen that grin, they would have screamed. "And yet I have killed three of his sons already, Daitya. Dismembered, they are rotting away as we speak, never to come together again. Soon they will be only bones." He shrugged as if it mattered not a bit to him. "I assume their souls are gone as well. That is what Telantes told me."At the name of the Debaduta, every Daitya recoiled. "That interfering spirit!" the spokesman said with a snarl. "He has been far too involved in your life, Sainika. Sayatan will deal with him in time. We may be able to banish him for a year or so, but Sayatan can destroy him as easily as you can destroy us.""Speaking of," Frank said, taking a step closer to the Daitya and readying his sword, "I am going to destroy you all right now.""You would fight unarmed men?""You are
Unknown to the kosmar, Frank was fighting her in his mind. When she stripped him and herself bare, he battled with the vision of her and forced himself not to react. Devina noticed this and growled softly. She tried everything she could to stimulate the Anmah, but he struggled through it all and kept Sophyra in the forefront of his mind. With his wife's face emblazoned on his subconsciousness, he was able to resist everything Devina did to him. She became more and more frustrated as time went on, and then Frank slowly became aware of a voice in his mind.Baba! Wake up! Fight her, Baba!At that, Frank opened his eyes, and Devina jerked away from him. When he slowly stood, she backpedaled until she was against the door of the room. "How?" she asked softly."My family," Frank said quietly. "They protect me. Even from myself sometimes." He walked toward the kosmar until his sword's tip was at her throat, and then he grinned without humor. Devina's eyes went wide, and she raised her hands