David Dalglish - Dawn of Swords

“My questions stem from my own confusion, my Lord. You are God of Justice. Do these events not require a just response?”

Ashhur leaned forward, and it seemed the earth beneath them shifted when he did. A great gust of breath left his mouth, and he began tracing runes in the dirt with his massive finger.

“Do you trust your god, Jacob?”

“Of course.”

Ashhur’s voice took on a somber, dreamlike quality. “Then listen closely, my son. We have existed for an eternity, my brother and I. We have watched humanity in all its forms, in many worlds that even now twinkle in our night sky. When given a paradise, mankind squanders it each and every time. I have watched brother kill brother over something so beautiful as the love of a woman. I have seen pointless death, felt the ravenous appetites that feed it. I have seen great metal birds drop flames from their bellies, laying waste to the land. And yet even with all this destruction, all this sorrow, there remains a light in the heart of every man, woman, and child, the potential to love and be loved, to care for kin and neighbor alike, nearly divine in their passion for preserving life. My brother saw it as well.

“When Celestia offered Karak and me this land, we both agreed that we would find out for ourselves what caused such madness. We crafted man by our own hands, this time vowing we would not let our children squander the wonderful gifts we have given them. Karak and I may not agree on methods, but that is part of why we have chosen to partake in this mutual act of creation; to at last discover the right way to avoid the death and destruction that always seems to follow. And so I choose to lead my children toward a path of civility and nonviolence. We have no weapons; we have no aggression toward one another or any outsider. That is the way it will be. That is the way you chose , my son, when you joined my side.”

Jacob sighed. “You are right, and it all sounds as idyllic as the first time I heard you utter it. Yet the fact remains that the east has built an army, and your brother’s people do not live in any such peace as you describe. No one has heard word or tale of Karak in decades, my Lord. For all anyone knows, he has left this realm altogether.”

“He has not,” Ashhur said, and there was no questioning him. “He is still here, watching from a distance. I can feel him. He would not allow a grave act to be made in his name if he did not condone it.”

“So you’re saying that Karak knew of the attack on the temple and permitted it?”

“You must understand something,” said Ashhur, fixing Jacob with the stare of a father lecturing an indignant child. “Almost all who reside in the delta are his children. He created them, and he is free to punish them in whatever way he sees fit. That they fled to unclaimed land does not alter this fact. I may not agree with his methods, but I respect his decision…both as a brother and as a fellow deity.”

“And what if this new army doesn’t stop at the temple? What if Martin’s death was not a fluke, but a planned event? Please, I fear your brother is deceiving you. Neldar has had a ruling class in place for over forty years, yet we bicker among ourselves as to whether we even need a king. Now our most capable candidate for kingship has been destroyed, and if not for my protection, the other two might have perished as well. The Temple of the Flesh has been fourteen years in the making. Does it not strike you as convenient that their warning against the blasphemers occurs now , while we were there? Or what if your brother, watching from afar, doesn’t know all that his children plan?”

Ashhur cocked his giant head to the side. Arguing with a god was risky business, but Jacob trusted Ashhur to hear him out. He always had in the past and hopefully wouldn’t stop now.

“If there is any truth to your concerns, then they are worrisome indeed,” the god said. “However unlikely, I suppose it is possible that some of my brother’s children are deceiving him. Who commands their forces?”

“Vulfram Mori.”

Ashhur smiled. “Vulfram is a good man, honorable and fair. His family has guided the people of Neldar well since the beginning.”

“He has, and I agree that he is honorable,” said Jacob, resting his chin on his fist. “Yet the Crestwells were there as well, and I trust them far less. By my own eyes and ears I have witnessed their deeds, and I assure you, they do not hold the lives of humanity in high esteem.”

“My brother has dubbed Clovis Crestwell as highest among his children, his most dedicated of followers. He would never betray Karak or Karak’s children. Should he dare to do so, my brother would strike him down with a thought. Did you speak with Moira Crestwell while you were in the delta? I’ve heard she now lives in Haven.”

“Moira no longer considers herself a Crestwell, not since her father exiled her. She holds no love for her family, and they hold none for her.”

“I assure you, a father never loses his love for his child. If Clovis truly meant to destroy the entirety of Haven, he’d have made sure she left before it happened.”

Jacob ran both hands through his hair in frustration. “Then why was she there when the first volley of arrows hit? Vulfram warned that if the people of Haven have not renounced their blasphemy in three months’ time, he’ll return with Karak at his side. He did not say it, but the punishment would be death for all of them, I have no doubt. How would that be so different from the war-torn worlds you’ve told me about? What will happen if Deacon Coldmine convinces the people there to refuse? Will we stand by and let them be slaughtered?”

Ashhur fixed him with a hard stare. “Yes.”

“Even if they move on to us next?”

“They will not.”

“Yet I have heard rumors of a force gathering in the Tinderlands. What if that is the rest of the eastern army? If it is, what are we to do?”

Ashhur pulled a chain out from beneath his robe. A circular bas-relief of a lion standing atop a mountain dangled from it, looking comically small in the god’s huge hands. It was a pendant both he and Karak wore, a symbol of their cooperation.

“It is not. The pact between us is binding.”

“Humor me.”

Ashhur opened his mouth to answer, but the blackened pre-dawn sky lit up with a blinding radiance. From the heavens descended a white-hot comet, its tail spewing flames hotter than those from a dragon’s maw. The falling star soared over their heads and struck the Sanctuary. The building glowed brightly for a moment in the distance, and then the light dimmed, coming to rest inside the solarium. Brightness shone through the cracks above and below the shuttered windows.

As the early morning sky darkened once more, the god’s expression changed. For the first time in their entire meeting, Ashhur seemed to relax.

“I must go now,” he said and turned his back on Jacob. With long steps he strode down the hillock, back toward the Sanctuary.

“And what of my worries?” Jacob called out after him.

Ashhur paused ever so slightly. Amazingly, he seemed hurried, perhaps even annoyed. It was the first time Jacob had seen him this way.

“If you have concerns, I grant you leave to explore them. But do not act rashly, Jacob, nor betray my trust. If anything, these troubles only show that my brother’s way may not be the true path he believes it to be.”

With that, Ashhur turned around and continued his descent. With the considerable length of his strides, he made it to the Sanctuary in a fraction of the time it would have taken a normal man. Jacob stood unmoving, watching from a distance as his god reached the entryway. A feminine figure, glowing with the light of the stars, greeted him when he opened the door. Ashhur stepped inside, falling into Celestia’s embrace. The door closed, and Jacob saw no more.