Terry Simpson - Etchings of Power

“Why’d it have to come to that?” Danvir’s words were a hoarse whine. “What did you two do?”

“Us?” Ancel gave him an incredulous stare. “We did nothing. We heard the screaming and ran outside. When we got there we saw someone huddled over the merchant.” He glanced at Kachien. “The guards found us in the alley and thought we did it. Although Master Callan told them different, they wouldn’t listen. They tried to arrest us.”

“Why’d you have to fight?” Danvir moaned. “Look what you made me do.” He looked down at his hands, horror written across his face. “The King’s regiment could’ve easily settled the matter when they arrived. They would’ve known you had nothing to do with the killings.”

Ancel shook his head. Their encounter and flight replayed through his head. “You don’t get it, do you? At first, I thought they were just merchant’s guards. But in all the running here, I realized they wore the same armor and emblems as the King’s men. The Silver Spear, the Charging Boar, the Mailed Fist, the Leaping Hound, the Hunter’s Bow, the Executioner’s Axe. All the King’s men.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” Mirza said. “Why’d they think we had something to do with the killings?”

“They did not,” Kachien said. Her voice had its usual lilt, but she sounded much more in command, harder. Her gaze locked onto Ancel. “Those who seek you grew tired of me killing everyone they sent. So they chose to have the King’s guards do their work.”

“What?” Ancel couldn’t help his shocked expression.

“Who’s after him? Better yet, why?” Mirza asked.

“Neither is for me to say. I simply follow orders.”

“Listen, you whore!” Mirza snarled, utter disdain twisting his features. “When Teacher Calestis asked me-”

A slap rang out. Ancel hadn’t seen Kachien move. One moment she stood on the opposite side of the stream of waste, and the next, she was in front of Mirza, backhanding him.

“You will learn to respect me.” Kachien kept her hand raised for a moment before lowering it.

Charra released a low growl and shifted position slightly. Without thinking, Ancel reached out and grabbed a handful of fur.

Sullen-faced, Mirza rubbed at his cheek. “I–I’m sorry,” he muttered.

Charra strained against Ancel’s grip, but he held firm. “What were your orders?”

“To protect you even if it should cost me my life.” Kachien remained neutral, almost bored, as if reciting an instruction to continue travelling in one direction over another.

Danvir was still blubbering in the background about killing a man. His eyes shifted constantly, and they were blank, lost.

“Slap your friend,” Kachien said with an annoyed glance in the broad-shouldered young man’s direction.

“Why would-” Ancel began.

Another slap rang out. Mirza shrugged in response to Ancel’s glare. The muttering stopped, and Danvir peered down at them as if he woke from a dream.

Kachien stared at him, her yellow-brown eyes glowing in the dim light. “Do you wish to see your home again?” Danvir nodded. “Good. Then act like a man. You saved your friends’ lives. If not for you and the pet, they would be dead. Killing is never easy, especially not your first. Weather the storm. Think of the good you have done to save them.”

“Why did we need to kill them?” Danvir whispered.

“Because they were bad men. Evil. Their kind needs killing. You will soon see.”

Ancel couldn’t believe this was the sweet girl he had taken to. “Who gave you orders to protect me?”

“Shin Galiana Calestis.”

Danvir and Ancel gaped. Mirza had no reaction.

“She’s a Teacher,” Ancel blurted. “She hasn’t been a Shin in over twenty years.”

“If you say so,” Kachien answered, but her face left no doubt as to what she thought. “I shall tell you as much as I am allowed. Some time ago, Amuni’s Children crossed from the Rotted Forest. They-”

“So now you’re trying to convince us with some peddler’s tall story?” Ancel made the contempt in his voice plain.

“No,” Kachien said, “With the truth. They destroyed several towns and clans. Mine included. Unfortunately for me, I was sent to protect a boy and watch a man at a village named Carnas in Ostania.” Kachien’s voice wavered. “Because of that, when my people were massacred I was not there to die with them in honor. They were the second family I have lost.”

“What happened to this boy and man?” Ancel asked, oblivious to the change in her state.

“I failed to protect the boy. They took him. So I was summoned here and instructed to protect you. I was told if I failed again to take my own life.”

Ancel snorted his disbelief. “As simple as that?”

“Yes. Still, if you do not believe me about your teacher,” her eyes shifted to Mirza, “You can ask him.”

Ancel’s eyes almost popped out of his head. Then he remembered Mirza’s earlier outburst. The meek expression on his friend’s face said the rest.

Danvir stared as much as Ancel did. “Is it true, Mirz?”

Mirza fidgeted for a bit, then he squeezed his eyes shut, inhaled deeply, and opened them again. “Yes. I mean, I’m not sure of the bits about Amuni’s Children, but what she said about Shin Galiana is true.” Mirza’s body deflated with the confession.

Seeing his friend’s face was one thing, but hearing Mirza actually confess brought a sudden anger coursing through Ancel. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He balled his hands into tight fists, fingernails digging painfully into his palms as he tried to focus on anything other than hitting his friend.

“I–I wanted to. But I couldn’t. She ordered me not to.” Mirza scrubbed at his face again. “What was I to do? You tell me. Someone who you knew as a Teacher reveals they’re still a full Ashishin following the Tribunal’s orders. What choice would you have?”

“What’d she tell you to do?” Ancel’s lip curled.

“She said she knew how concerned we all were for how you’ve been lately, since, you know…” Ancel nodded. Mirza continued, “Well, she told me to make sure you met her.” Mirza gestured with his head to Kachien.

Mirza’s story made sense. He knows I love learning about Ostania. And that I can’t resist a challenge. No wonder he took the bet. His anger still smoldering, Ancel turned to Kachien. “So it was all a lie then? Everything between us?”

Kachien looked away. When she spoke, her voice was quiet. “Yes. At first.”

Ancel’s world crumbled. The colors he experienced the last few days swirled across his vision. They roiled all around Kachien and the others. Even the filth within the drain glowed. He closed his eyes and shuddered. Remembering what Kachien told him, he sought the calm he used when he trained by forcing all his emotions into the deep pools within his mind until they became a light buzz. A sense of emptiness filled him, and he opened his eyes.

Kachien tilted her head. “Do you remember what happened when we…” Her voice trailed off, and she looked at the ground.

Ancel’s answer slipped out before he could think. “Y-Yes, I do.”

“Well, the power you have, Amuni’s Children want it. They desire you enough to have brought whatever shadelings escaped with them into the Broken Lands back across the Rotted Forest. And whatever they want, the shade wants.”

“How could you know this?”

“I did not. Not until you told me, and I felt what happened at the river. Whatever power came alive in you then, someone else here must have sensed it before. Remember what I told you about controlling your power. About what my people practiced. I am not supposed to be telling you this much, but…” Her gaze rose to meet his once more. “At first, you were a task, and like most men, a slave to your lust, to your weakness for female flesh. The best way for me to get close to you was in the bed. The other part of what I did was to help you grow. By bringing out your emotions I could help your power along.”