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Chapter Thirty-Nine

Ahleen stood in the center of the Conclave, her hair pulled tight against her scalp.  Xahn had noticed that she changed her hair often and depending on who she was talking to and what the conversation was about.  He found it an odd habit.  Whenever she spoke to he or his father in private, she always wore her hair down.  Art of him wondered if there was some sort of human significance to this.

Today she spoke to the Elders; each represented one of the Tribes and each were concerned by the human settlements incredible growth over the past few seasons.  They had managed to build a city that stretched higher into the sky than any tree had ever grown, and they built it quickly.  He had seen it himself, though from a distance.  Alia had been terrified of it.

“…Which allows us through the modules, to quickly assemble buildings…”she was saying.  Though it was important and he needed to listen, Xahn found his mind wandering to other thoughts, like Alia.  She’d chosen him on her Stump Day and in only one week’s time, they would stand before his father together and say the words that would mate them for life.  He never even knew how she felt.  His father chuckled at him when he’d said that aloud.  Apparently, few men knew before they were chosen.

“..genetic codes to bring back the species lost…” he tried to concentrate on the unfolding drama below, but it was useless.  “After They came, we had no choice but to run-” Xahn stood, careful to make sure his father was not looking in his direction, then quietly made his way down the path.  He wanted to finish carving out the Louta so he could present it to Alia when they became mated.

“…To find a world that could sustain us,” Ahleen was saying as he set off for his workshop.  He was sure the Elders would work things out with the humans.  He had other things to worry about.

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Chapter Thirty-Eight

“Elias SanRian, my Lord,” Valenz said quietly.  “His name is on the rolls.”

It was the middle of the night and the boy’s personal guard detail slumbered softly in a chair next to the bed.  The Magistrate leaned over the boy, peering into the shadows covering his face.  With a tentative finger, he reached out and light touched the tip of his finger to his nose.  A quick pop/spark raised his eyebrows.

“That is not possible,” he whispered.  He could not see someone, touch them, test them and have them walk away – there would have been a spark, a sign just as there was now.  This made him more uneasy than he had been for a very long time.  “Has he shown any signs of improvement?”

“The Engineers do not like discussing him,” Valenz offered.

“No,” he whispered.  “I don’t suppose they would.”

“What little they would say is that they have repaired the damage, but his mind seems preoccupied.” Read the rest of this entry »

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Chapter Thirty-Seven

“We’ll be vulnerable until the next lottery and that’s a year away.  I don’t have enough men to maintain the patrols.”

“I understand, Captain,” the Magistrate said.  “How are the women assimilating?”

Shen snorted.  “Well enough.  There is a reason they had their own Keep, my Lord.  They are most… distracting to the men.”

“The men will have to suffer through,” the Magistrate said wryly.  “I’m sure it is a burden, but one they will have to bear.”

“That brings us to another point, my Lord,” Shen said.  Suddenly the man refused to look at him.  For the past hour he’d been raging like an animal, nostrils flaring, face flushed.  Now he looked positively ill.  Interesting, he thought.

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Chapter Thirty-Six

The Magistrate stared out at the bay and beyond the horizon, his eyes focusing for a moment on the mountains above Corrac’amor before coming to rest on the Tower of Valles so very far away.  It was an old thing, a gift they had said, to be able to See.  He never thought of it so.  Still, today, with a feeling of unease growing within him, it was a pleasant if momentary distraction to be able to see home so easily.

Turning from the window, he closed his eyes.  Beneath him, through the stone of the keep, down through the foundation and deep into the earth itself, he could feel the rumbling.  It troubled him.

Not for the first time, he found his feet moving on their own and had to stop himself from leaving the room and heading into parts of the Keep he alone remembered even existed.

A slight shifting in the air, imperceptible to anyone else, is his only indication that he is no longer alone.  Turning, he smiled at Valenz.

“He still slumbers, Lord.”

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Chapter Thirty-Five

Eli stood before a massive stone door.  Reaching out, he ran his finger along the intricate patterns depicting trees, bushes and grass.  It struck a chord in his memory, this image of a Great Forest.  He shook his head, trying to remember where and when he’d seen anything like this.  Even the tapestries along the walls of the Keep did not have the level of detail he saw here.

The Wall stretched as far as he could see left and right, the door set within the stone and ending just at the edge of the light above him.  It made no sense for it to be here.

“Have you gone through?” asked a voice.

“No,” he answered.

“You should,” said the voice.  He felt a hand press against his back, giving him a shove forward.  He lost his balance, toppling towards the door.  Raising his hands, he tried to stop himself from slamming face-first into the stone and found that he stumbled forward without ever hitting it.  Warmth spread across his skin and he lowered his arms to see that he was standing on an impossibly ancient stone, one of thousands forming a road twice as wide as any he’d ever seen.  Above him a blue sky replaced the canopy of leaves and a bright sun caused him to blink and squint.  Looking South, he saw that the road stretched nearly to the unfamiliar mountains on the horizon, cutting a swatch through the Great Forest surrounding him.  To the North, it disappeared into that same Forest, swallowed by trees older and larger than he was used to seeing. Read the rest of this entry »

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Chapter Thirty-Four

Narut touched Jaycn on the shoulder.  The older man had been nodding off as he sat his watch over Elias.  His friend slept like the dead, never moving, barely breathing.  Whatever the Engineers had done, it was slow working.  They said he would need several more sessions before he would be safe and on his way to properly healing.  Until then, Jaycn, Narut and the others had taken it upon themselves to watch over Eli.

“I’m fine,” Jaycn protested as Narut dragged him to his feet.

“You are not. You need sleep.  I’ll take this watch,” Narut answered him softly, but firm.  Jaycn grumbled as he left, but he did leave.  Narut settled into the chair beside Eli’s bed, wondering what the Engineers had done.  Everyone he talked to said the same thing; they were taken into a dark room and told to breathe deeply.  Soon, they found it difficult to keep their eyes open and the next thing they knew, they woke back in the infirmary, their wounds healing, pain lessened or completely gone.  The worse the wounds, the longer it took to be healed.

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Chapter Thirty-Three

The Magistrate walked beside Shen, Captain of Deisarch Dain.  Valenz trailed them like a shadow as they stepped into the room acting as a triage for all the casualties.  The attack had been coordinated and deadly and completely unexpected.  The men of the Militia had been slaughtered.

“I’ve lost nearly half my forces,” Shen continued.  He’d been talking for so long the Magistrate wondered how his voice hadn’t gone hoarse.  “And another half lie wounded or dying.  I know that the Engineers are helping, but…”

Devastating, the Magistrate thought, trying to ignore what the Captain was trying very hard not to say.  In truth, he couldn’t blame the Captain his distrust of the miserable little creatures.  If he had his way, they would be rid of them.  Of course, everything would fall apart inside of a year.  He stared at a dark skinned man sitting on the floor, trying to hold his intestines inside his stomach.

“Six months,” he muttered, not really seeing the man.

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Chapter Thirty-Two

Valenz watched from the parapets as far below, the Militia wagons brought in the wounded, dead and dying from the massacre.  He shook his head at the word, though he knew it fit better than anything else he could come up with.  From a distance, he’d observed the damage to the Wall, worse than anything he’d seen before and that was going back a ways.  They had nearly breached through to the far side when the retreat was called.

He shook his head again; that was applying military tactics and stratagems to something more animalistic and instinctual than strategic; like putting your hand in a flame, you pull it back because it hurts, not because it makes strategic sense.

“Valenz?”

Making his way back into the tower, Valenz walked over to the stone chair and waited.  The Magistrate sat rigid; his face could’ve been carved from the stone itself.  The battle with the Engineers had taken its toll on him but the end result was rolling in through the gates this very minute.  Again he shook his head, applying military terms to things.  It came from another life long, long ago.  You’d think he would’ve forgotten all of that by now. Read the rest of this entry »

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So.

Been a little busy lately.  Evermist is actually a done deal, but I always like to go through and edit episodes before they go live.  Sometimes I do this one chapter at a time, sometimes in groups, sometimes – not at all!

Right now, I’ve been distracted by my other writing project, Sam Kane, and by massive amounts of work at the day job and the podcast, so I haven’t prepped Chapters 32 and beyond yet.  To give me some time to get caught up, I’m going to take a little hiatus on new chapters for a weekish.

New chapters will return starting June 11th.

Thanks for continuing to read

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Chapter Thirty-One

In the Tower of Valles, where the walls are covered in cream and gold, a discordant note vibrated the very foundations as the Magistrate, high atop the Tower, staggered as if struck and cried out.  Spiraling to the floor, he collapsed into a heap of robes and lay there twitching; arms and legs refusing to respond.

Valenz appeared as if from nowhere, melting away from the walls and rushing to his master’s side.

“My Lord?  What is it?  What has happened?”

Eyes that could not see him stared unfocused at the ceiling of the room and a voice that was strained answered, “Evermist…  Take me…  Hurry…  Engineers…” Read the rest of this entry »

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