The guard looked at Arran and Darkfire suspiciously. "You were invited by the Governor?" he asked, some doubt in his voice.
"We were," Darkfire said. "So are you going to let us in?"
The guard didn't answer, instead whispering something to one of the other guards, who quickly entered the gate.
Some moments passed in silence as Arran and Darkfire waited. Finally, a man emerged from the gate. Dressed in a blue silk robe and with his black hair elegantly coiffed, he looked like a high-ranking official or noble.
"Darkfire and Ghostblade?" he asked, a practiced smile on his face.
"That's us," Arran said curtly, slightly annoyed at the wait.
"Excellent," the man replied with a nod. "I'm the Governor's steward. Please follow me inside."
He stepped inside the gate, Arran and Darkfire following close behind him.
Within the wal
"Is something funny?" the young woman next to Arran asked, giving him a questioning look.Arran coughed several times, only partly succeeding in stifling his laughter. "My friend may have done something stupid," he said, his attention focused on the Governor's daughter as she entered the dining hall.Now that he got a better look at her, he saw that she was really quite beautiful — her flowing brown hair framed a well-proportioned face, and her dark eyes were large and alert.When she noticed Darkfire, her eyes lit up, and she immediately approached him, seemingly unconcerned with what the others in the hall would think.As she reached Darkfire, she cast a glance at the man who was sitting next to him — a wealthy merchant, judging from his elegant robe and slightly pudgy physique."Move!" she said in an unexpectedly firm tone that caused some looks of surprise among t
In the days following his meal with the Governor, Arran saw little of Darkfire. The steward had given Arran a room in the guest quarters that stunned him both with its luxury and with its decorations, but after that, the man hadn't shown himself again, leaving Arran to his own devices. While he understood that he had only been invited as a courtesy to Darkfire, Arran was still taken aback by how little his presence mattered here. He had a room and was allowed to attend the Governor's meals, but other than that, nobody even seemed to notice he was there. The first few days, he dutifully attended all the meals, hoping that he would unearth more information about what was happening beyond the border. Yet Amaya did not make a second appearance, and the other guests proved far less talkative. After two days, he decided to skip both the meals and the company that came with it, instead using his tim
Just getting out of the city took Arran frustratingly long, with the crowded and narrow streets making it slow and difficult to find his way.Yet after a time, the streets got less busy and the houses grew sparser, and finally, he found himself outside the city.Here, the roads were much quieter than the streets had been, though there was still a good bit of traffic, with farmers and merchants bringing goods to and from the city.As Arran made his way north, he relaxed a bit, enjoying the sunny countryside while thinking about the weeks that lay ahead.From what he had heard these past few days, he now understood that the situation in the Sixth Valley was far more complicated than he had expected. With several factions fighting for power, choosing the wrong novice to join could be disastrous — deadly even.Yet so far, Arran had only seen a handful of Shadowflame novices in
"Wait in line until it's your turn," the mercenary said. "They'll give you a badge once you're sorted." Without waiting for an answer he left, seeming glad to be rid of Arran.Arran looked at the man as he walked off, then shifted his attention to the line in front of him. From what he could tell, there were at least a hundred people ahead of him, waiting before a tent the size of a small house.Briefly, he considered leaving right then. Yet although he now knew that Stoneheart's army was real, he had only gotten a short look at the camp, and he hadn't learned even a single thing about Stoneheart himself.He sighed in annoyance, then got in line. Perhaps the recruiters would be willing to tell him more about the army and its leader.As he waited, he studied the people who were waiting with him. Most seemed to be farmers and villagers, much like the people he had grown up with in Riverbend. Just from
Arran read the letter in his hands, then tossed it aside. It held an invitation from a novice named Zehava, but it contained no time or other details, just mentioning the name and an address.Although Arran thought he could probably afford to ignore it, there was little point in offending a novice he didn't yet know. He would pay the novice a visit the next morning, he decided.After he got into bed, it took him some time to fall asleep, and as he lay awake, he thought about his forbidden Realm. Well over two years had passed since Master Zhao had sealed it, and still, the seal remained in place.Partly, this was a testament to Master Zhao's extraordinary skill. Although the lesser seals on Arran's Wind and Fire Realms had been torn away when Arran took ten Realm Opening Pills at once, the seal on Arran's forbidden Realm remained as strong as the day it was created.Yet the greater part of the story
"The three most influential novices in the city?"Arran understood that Darkfire was talking about Amaya, Stoneheart, and Zehava, although he was surprised to hear that Zehava was included in the list — from what he had seen, she lacked both Stoneheart's power and Amaya's cunning."You know about the conflict in the Sixth Valley, right?" Darkfire asked."I have," Arran said. "It's about the successor to the Patriarch, isn't it?"Darkfire shook his head. "It isn't. Or… it is, but it isn't.""You've lost me," Arran said. "Is it or isn't it?"Darkfire let out a frustrated sigh. "It's complicated," he began. "As Liane tells it—""Who's Liane?" Arran interrupted him.Darkfire raised an eyebrow. "Liane Tirrand. The Governor's daughter. The girl I've been… I didn't tell you her name?"<
Darkfire's DecisionArran looked at Darkfire in shock. There were many things he had feared could happen in Hillfort, but Darkfire changing his mind about joining the Shadowflame Society was something he hadn't expected."You're staying here? In Hillfort?" he asked again.Liane stood up. "I'll let the two of you talk in private," she said in a muted voice. She gave Darkfire a meaningful look, then left the room.For some moments, neither Arran nor Darkfire spoke, Arran still processing the news and Darkfire seeming almost fearful to say the words.Finally, Darkfire let out a deep breath. "I'm staying here," he confirmed. "At least for now.""Because of her?""Because of her.""You only just met her," Arran said. "And you spent years trying to be recruited.""You're right," Darkfire replied, an unc
It was early morning when Arran set off with Darkfire and Liane for the tournament. Their departure caused some consternation for the steward, who tried to foist a handful of guards on Liane, but the man relented when she pointed out that both Darkfire and Arran could each easily take on a dozen of his strongest guards.Arran looked around as they walked along the streets of Hillfort, and he saw that there were even more people than usual — something he'd previously thought was barely possible.The city held a festive atmosphere, and there were families walking through the crowd, all dressed in bright colors, many of them carrying baskets and bags.He could also see groups of young boys and girls, excitedly hitting each other with wooden swords in mock combat, with the occasional cry of pain when one of them attacked a bit too enthusiastically."The tournaments are extremely popular with the pe