Kaelara grunted. “But how do we ensure that as we try to be kind, none of them rebel against us and fight us, using our benevolence as our weakness.”The crew kept silent, knowing the possibility of that. Leonard frowned. "That's a concern, Kaelara, and a valid one. That's why we must be the guardians of this power. We will need to intervene in conflicts, to mediate, and to bring about peace where it's desperately needed so we cannot be the one to endorse, talk less or instigate one."Imagine what we can achieve! We can be peacemakers, diplomats, and heroes. The legacy we leave behind will be one of unity."It was apparent that the effect of the coffer being so near had an impact on their thinking. The jewels in the box were so powerful, their energies altered even the darkest hearts. Its presence in the Shadowstar made Leonard more patient and, dare to say, loving. The crew began to outline their strategy. They discussed identifying warring planets and conflicts where their
Amidst the convergence, with unity, determination, and the combined efforts of both crews, they would be able undertake the formidable journey. “We have to work together with a shared purpose.The crew came down from the car, led by the aliens that followed them. They screeched to announce their purpose and the guards of the palace allowed them. The palace of such a beautiful city could not have been any other way. Though the walls were made of the same mud of the country, it was too meticulously set that it was unimaginable. The floors were tiled immaculately with a rare marble. Leonard observed it and decided that the planet uses only locally sourced materials to build. All the Planet's wealth was theirs. It will be difficult to convince this king to acquiesce in the new purpose. They reached the throne room where they were asked to get rid of any weapon that had escaped the palace gate security. Leonard started to recall their mission and how it led them to Fabian on Xylosia in
Matilda awoke with a gasp, a hand on her throat, cold sweat sliding down her back and pooling in the hollow between her mouth and chin. She’d had the nightmare before—that she was lying in one of those mass graves in city. And when she tried to pull herself from the tangle of rotting limbs, she’d been dragged down into a pile twenty bodies deep. And then no one noticed that she was still screaming when they buried her alive.Nauseated, Matilda wrapped her arms around her knees. She breathed—in and out, in and out—and tilted her head, her sharp kneecaps pushing against her cheekbone. Due to the unseasonably warm weather, they’d foregone sleeping in tents—which gave her an unparalleled view of the capital. The illuminated castle rose from the sleeping city like a mound of ice and steam. There was something greenish about it, and it seemed to pulse.By this time tomorrow, she’d be confined within those walls. But tonight— tonight it was so quiet, like the calm before a storm.She imagi
She wanted to leap from her horse and run to them, or to simply scream that she wasn’t a part of this prince’s court, that she had no hand in bringing them here, chained and starved and beaten, that she had worked and bled with them, with their families and friends—she was not like these monsters that destroyed everything. That she had done something, nearly two years ago, when she had freed almost two hundred slaves from the Pirate Lord. Even that, though, wasn’t enough.The city was suddenly separate, ripped from her. People still waved and bowed, cheering and laughing, throwing flowers and other nonsense before their horses. She had difficulty breathing.Sooner than she would have liked, the iron and glass gate of the castle appeared, latticework doors opened, and a dozen guards flanked the cobblestone path that led through the archway. Spears erect, they held rectangular shields, and their eyes were dark beneath bronze helmets. Each wore a red cape. Their armor, while tarnished, w
Matilda walked down a marble hall, her dress flowing behind in a purple and white wave. soldier strode beside her, a hand on the eagle-shaped pommel of his Gun.“Is there anything interesting down this hall?”“What else would you care to see? We’ve already seen all three gardens, the ballrooms, the historical rooms, and the nicest views offered from the stone castle. If you refuse to go into the glass castle, there’s nothing else to see.”She crossed her arms. She’d managed to convince him to give her a tour under the pretense of extreme boredom—when, in fact, she’d used every moment to plot a dozen escape routes from her room. The castle was old, and most of its halls and stairwells went nowhere; escaping would require some thought. But with the competition beginning tomorrow, what else did she have to do? And what better way to prepare for a potential disaster?“I don’t understand why you refuse to enter the glass addition,” he went on. “There’s no difference between the interiors
soldier shrugged. “The last time anyone bothered to count, it was a million. But that was two hundred years ago. I’d say maybe more than that, especially given the legends that a second library lies deep beneath, in catacombs and tunnels.”“Over a million? A million books?” Her heart leapt and danced, and she cracked a smile. “I’d die before I even got through half of that!”“You like to read?”She raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you?” Not waiting for an answer, she moved farther into the library, the train of her gown sweeping across the floor. She neared a shelf and looked at the titles. She recognized none of them.Grinning, she whirled and moved through the main floor, running a hand across the dusty books. “I didn’t know assassins liked to read,” soldier called. If she were to die now, it would be in complete bliss. “You said you were from Terrasen; did you ever visit the Great Library of Orynth? They say it’s twice the size of this—and that it used to hold all the knowledge of the w
The trees in the garden were gold and brown, half of the leaves already dead on the earth. Yet the day was so warm it could have passed for summer. Matilda took a seat on the rail, and waved at the guards with their crossbows aimed at her. Out across Rifthold, she could make out the sails of ships, and the wagons and people streaming through the streets. The green roofs of the city glowed emerald in the sun.She looked again at the five guards beneath the balcony. They stared right back at her, and when they slowly lowered their crossbows, she grinned. She could knock them senseless with a few heavy books.A sound flitted through the garden, and some of the guards glanced toward the source. Three women appeared from around a nearby hedge, clustered in conversation.Most of the talk Matilda had overheard yesterday was immensely dull, and she didn’t expect much as the women neared. They wore fine dresses, though the one in the middle—the raven-haired one—wore the finest. The red skirt
Matilda stood before the rosewood mirror, smiling.She ran a hand down her gown. Sea-foam white lace bloomed from the sweeping neckline, washing upon her breast from the powder-green ocean of silk that made up the dress. A red sash covered the waist, forming an inverted peak that separated the bodice from the explosion of skirts beneath. Patterns of clear green beads were embroidered in whorls and vines across the whole of it, and bone-colored stitching stretched along the ribs. Tucked inside her bodice was the small makeshift hairpin dagger, though it poked mercilessly at her chest. She lifted her hands to touch her curled and pinned hair.She didn’t know what she planned to do now that she was dressed, especially if she’d probably have to change before the competition started, but—Skirts rustled from the doorway, and Matilda raised her eyes in the reflection to see Philippa enter behind her. The assassin tried not to preen—and failed miserably. “It’s such a pity you are who you are