The Wandering Inn

Book 8: Chapter 62: K

Book 8: Chapter 62: K

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Do you know why Orthenon was never one of my Seven?

Trey Atwood looked up, but just for a moment. He flicked his gaze up into that smiling face, eternally too youthful, despite the creaselines amid the red-gold hair. Dancing green eyes, like whenever he had some ploy.

A giant man, at least compared to the young man less than half his age. Thick arms and callused fingers currently holding a tiny piece of marble carved to look like a little Lizardperson riding aheron. A literal bird.

Since this was the knight piece in their game of chess, Trey Atwood kept watching the chessboard. Not least because Flos Reimarch, the legendary King of Destruction, had twice tried to switch pieces while Trey was distracted or using the loo.

That was him to a tee; he tried childish gambits, lost his temper, and got visibly frustrated when playing games where he felt he should be winning. Video games, that was.

He was a proper sportsman in games of skillor rather, what he considered to be games of skill. He would happily kick about a soccer ball and laugh no matter if he lost.

Chess nowTrey didnt respond, so Flos coughed.

Orthenon?

Hm? OhI, uh, dont know. Did you tell me? Was it because he refused?

Flos stroked his clean-shaven chin, smiling as he watched Trey push a pawn forwards. He placed his knight with a chortle, and Trey took it in a fork maneuver where he threatened the king and knight at the same time.

Check.

The King of Destructions face went flat. Trey tried not to laugh. Flos had only been holding the knight for the last minute. But Flos just folded his arms and sighed loudly.

I truly detest this game. [Strategists] level playing it? If I could gain one level as [King] for a thousand games

He hesitated and sighed louder.

I suppose I would make it my passion. You know, I played the Titan of Baleros, once.

Trey looked up.

Really? I thought you and he

Flos smile changed. That was one of the interesting things about him. You could read his smiles like a book, and often his face as well, but he had as many smiles as a library had stories.

This one was rueful. For a second, something sparked behind it, a sharp glitter, but he gave Trey a calm smile that told the young man he would only get the part of this tale Flos wanted to tell.

He visited me during my slumber. The audacity of it was enough to make me curious. We spokeI confess, I tried far harder then than I do now. Thinking, overthinkingbut I dislike these games.

Why?

Flos waved an idle hand at the board, poking pawns and other pieces dismissively. He moved a bishop over and took one of Treys pawns.

Theres no fun in a game a Golem could win every time. You told me thats what chess is, isnt it?

A solved game? Yes, but people still love it.

The King of Destruction rolled his eyes. He looked around, and Trey leaned back in his chair.

The sky was still cold and dreary, but no snow fell in Reim. Winter was ending, and Flos was planning his next movesbut the truth was, this was a break between wars. Trey had expected the King of Destruction to be antsy, and he was in some moments. However, he did know how to relax.

Teres and Orthenon were engaged in a spirited duel with actual blades. Trey used to watch anxiously, but the [Ruinbringer Steward] was too good for Teres to touch, and she was proficient herself with the blade by now. Besides which, they were both attacking the third member of the duel, Mars. She was laughing merrily and holding both off, using a shield while each took a single sword.

Gazi Pathseeker sat in the courtyard, above the others. She was sitting in a tree, branches currently barren, one eye on the fighting, another skimming around for spies or assassins, and two of the smaller ones on Trey and Flos. The young man shivered and pulled up the fur coat Flos had gifted him. The King of Destruction looked around and shook his head.

In every world. In ours, with magic and great beasts and dreams, and yours of machinery and technology and electricity, people still play such a simple, solved game.

Trey nodded reasonably, but he felt compelled to defend the worlds most popular board game.

But the skill and expertise required means that no person can ever win every game. Surely that counts for something.

The King of Destruction shrugged moodily.

It does, it does. I just prefer games with more variety. I feel as though the problem is

He searched for words, snapping his fingers lightly. Orthenon and Mars both glanced over at him, and Teres lunged for Mars stomach. The tip of her sword shot towards Mars bare fleshor the illusion of it

Venith Crusland, Maresar, and Calac Crusland appeared with hot drinks and food for an outdoor lunch. Calac was as stiff as a board as he bowed; Venith nodded to Flos, and Maresar stopped to grin at Teres; she was in a headlock, and Mars was messing up her hair and laughing as Teres protested loudly.

Flos finished his thought, waving with a smile to the others. More were coming, from Parasol Stroll to the Serpent Hunters; like other times, it was becoming a festival of his vassals. But he didnt rise just yet.

a game which has no elements of luck, out-thinking the opponent, doesnt appeal to me as much. Of course, Trey, before you speak, such elements exist. But the moment you told me a machine-thing could beat any person by the superiority of knowledge? I lost my interest.

He shrugged his big shoulders. Trey sighed. He peeked at Flos, eyed the board, counted his pieces, and replied with a deliberately straight face.

I just feel as though youre saying all this because Im going to win three games in a row, Your Majesty.

Flos face went slack for a moment. Venith gave Trey a sharp, amused glance, if somewhat scandalized. Calac stared at Trey with a look of offended horror.

The King of Destruction started laughing. As Trey knew he would. He threw his head back, guffawed, slapped his chest and the tablesending the pieces scatteringand Trey sighed, because that was probably deliberate. But he did laugh in an infectious way.

Ah, enough, enough! Youve beaten me; Im too simple for you, Trey, and you have travelling to do within the hour. But let us go back to Orthenon.

To Treys surprise, Flos didnt call the steward over. He and Trey ate at the table alone while the Cruslands dined, and Calac instantly went over to beg a duel of Mars. It seemed Flos really did want to tell Trey. He sat there, sipping at a hot tea with Trey, and looked into the middle distance. Flat Chandrar, dry Chandrar, stretched outwards, and Trey stared with Flos. There was still something hypnotizing about it. The feeling of endless spaceand pockets of surpassing beauty and magnificence.

Like Khelt. Like Ger, and Reim, for that matter. Great beauty, great tragedy.

Great war. Flos looked at Orthenon.

He is their match in levels. In wits. People call him my left hand, and they might as well call him my right hand too. You see how he can take over running my kingdom, and manages so much I do not?

Trey nodded. Flos glanced at Orthenon.

A surpassing [Steward]. But not one of my Seven. Do you understand why?

Trey didnt. He glanced at Orthenon, who had indeed arranged food for lunch and Flos schedule, was overseeing the training of [Soldiers], distributions of supplieseven with underlings, an incredible taskand had even sourced transport and Treys gifts. Although, Trey had come up with the items themselves. Flos nodded, smiling at Trey.

The answer, Trey, is because Orthenonby his own admissiondoes not do or add much that I could not do.

He instantly clarified as Trey gave the [King] a dubious look.

Make no mistake! He is far more capable of patience, organization, and whatnot than I. Buthe is not one of my Seven. Consider our game of chess. Drevish would have loved it.

Flos sighed with true melancholy. Trey thought of the [Architect]s head and shuddered, but he hadnt known Drevish. Flos had told him stories of the cantankerous old genius. NowFlos told him another.

Drevish was truly unlike me. All of my Seven are or were. They thought in ways I could not. Orthenon? He grew up in Drath, you know, but were a bit too alike. The others noweach one has an insight I lack.

Even Mars?

Flos laughed so hard he wheezed. Mars looked up as Flos pointed at her.

Mars! Mars, Trey just saidno, dont come over! Ill tell you later! Wonderful, Trey. But yes! Mars has an insight into war and battle I cannot have, for all my conquests and strife. She has faced armies alone, slain every variety of monsterthey were all like that. Drevish loved architecture. This twisted game of logic would appeal to him greatly. I can just picture him forcing us to play endless games, or making one of those giant chess-boards.

He shuddered at the thought. Trey saw Flos smile twist into melancholy again, but Flos spread his hands across the stone railings of the courtyard; it overlooked much of Reims city. He touched the weathered stone, which Drevish had probably laid himself.

I met him during the middle of my wars of conquest. Back then, I had one main army, not armies, and led them myself. I remember we took an extraordinarily tough keep; it was on a huge incline, and the bastards kept opening gates that sent boulders crashing down towards us. I didnt think much of it except to admire the design, but the next fortification we came to was a tower. It was just luck that Orthenon insisted on taking it; the entire damn thing collapsed when he was almost at the top. He broke a leg, and we lost some of our finest vanguards.

Trey listened as Flos recounted the tale. The [King] frowned, gripping the stone angrily, but then gently, checking his strength.

That was the worst direct casualties, but I kept running into more and more oddly-designed defenses. Sometimes quick alterations, sometimes month-long fortifications. Someone was selling their genius for almost nothing to my enemies. I was putting Gazi on finding whomever it was because I was getting tired of it all when Drevish asked to meet me one day. He came up to me, as bold as you like, and told me hed had his fill of counter-levelling. He had a lot of projects no one was willing to fund. If I gave him gold and supplies and capable staffhe would design my wonders.

The young man nodded. It was like many of Flos stories about meeting his best vassals. He beat them in combat, liberated them, or won their respect.

So you hired him?

Flos snorted.

After eight months of running into his designs? I broke four of his teeth and tossed him in the dungeon myself! He could be the most insufferableno, wait. Amerys could also be just as bad. Orthenons stubborn as two mules asses, and the temper on Queravia. Tottenval and his damn pranksGazi wont leave you alone, and Mars when she drinksthen theres Venith

He started muttering, trying to rank his vassals on levels of aggravation. Flos turned to Trey and shrugged.

I needed him. We reconciled after two years; remember, he was not Drevish of the Seven then, just one of the most talented [Architects] I knew. Thats a story for a later time. But I needed him, Trey. He saw the world in ways most of my other Seven did not. Organization. Logistics. Orthenon can create a supply line a thousand miles long. Drevish? He would hear about your industry, your manufacturing and factories, and change all of Chandrar. That was his genius.

Into the middle horizon Flos gaze strode, and Trey didnt know what to say, exactly. So he said nothing. He was learning Flos, even if they disagreed harshly.

So that is why I need Amerys back.

Flos got to the main point, abruptly, but as Trey knew he would when he started a story like that. He looked at Trey. The young man hesitated.

Do you have a plan?

The King of Destruction frowned. Tap, tap, tap went his fingers on the stone.

I am beginning to. The problem is my plans are not Queraviasor Drevishs. Nor do I like Orthenons, Gazis, or my other vassals. And yes, that includes Mars. Whose plan was terrible.

He looked ahead.

I have one. But it depends on certain factors. I am pleased by some things, though. Tell me about your trip. Is all ready? Do you require anything else?

Trey gave Flos a blank stare, because at the time it seemed like Flos was jumping from train-of-thought to train-of-thought. Trey instantly shook his head.

I have everything.

Do you want the damned chessboard? I feel as though Ill break another one, and it is quite a good set.

The young man hid a smile.

I dont need one, Flos. Both Fetohep and the Quarass have their own. Not that well play chess.

No?

Trey shrugged self-consciously.

I can never beat them, so we dont play.

Flos eyed Trey knowingly. Trey was a bit put out since he did like a good game of chess, and losing twenty times in a rowevery game of chess he had ever played with Fetohepstung.

But what were you supposed to do? An immortal king with patience and as much time as he wanted to perfect any game, and a reincarnating Quarass with the combined experience of countless lives?

Theres real geniuses. Why did you never ask one of them to be your Seven? Theyre not like you at all.

Flos snorted.

Work with that insufferable bag of skin and bones? The Quarassperhaps, but recall that the last two were different. They needed me less. The first was a practical Quarass. She aided me, took what I offered, and maintained her kingdom. The second was a matricidal fool who hated me like fire. This one

He sighed.

The Quarass always wants something. The problem is, she almost always wants to protect Ger. So motivating her is difficult, and threats are very unwise since the Quarass will remember them. They are intelligent. But youtell me. What did you bring them?

He looked at Trey, and his gaze, from amused to nostalgic, focused on Treys face.

Trey Atwood didnt notice the [King]s interest, or if he did, he thought it was no different than normal. He self-consciously brushed at his dark hair and coughed.

Unlike Teresa, he wasnt weathering, developing the warriors walk, or changing as visibly. He still looked a bit gangly and out of placea bit lost amidst giants.

Yet he was visiting both rulers; Fetohep of Khelt himself had offered Trey free visitation, a right notably not extended to anyone else in the courtyard. Of Flos vassalsthe King looked at Trey.

Only Tottenval and Drevish had ever earned that right, even in Reims greatest hour of might. As for the Quarass? She was inscrutable, but she too asked for Trey.

Because he could be charming. He was disarmingly charming, in fact. Likable. Not for humility alone, because he had a selfie of Fetohep of Khelt, the first picture of the undead king ever. Which, yes, was a low bar to setbut he had something else.

So Flos listened as Trey counted on his fingers.

I brought two books for the Quarass from the libraries, with Orthenons permission. Um, a bag of holding with some of the gardens suppliesagain for her, and for Fetohep, I brought one of the meringuesbut frozen so it holds its shape sort of. Were going there first so it should fit. And, um, uh

He hesitated, and Flos prodded him.

Go on. Ill just ask Orthenon. It cant be too embarrassing, can it?

He genuinely didnt know. Trey squirmed, scratching at one leg with the other.

A, uh, painting of you, Your Majesty. Not one of the good ones.

Flos blinked. He hadnt actually known what Trey had gotten for both rulers. He repeated Treys words slowly.

Youare giving Fetohep of Khelta picture of me? Could you tell me why these four gifts? Whywhy?

And that was the thing that fascinated him. Trey looked embarrassed, perhaps nervous Flos would be angry, but when he spoke, it fascinated Flos, so the King of Destruction listened in rare silence.

Well, theyre things they would want. I think, at least. I hope one of them will make them smile.

A picture of me. Fetohep. Has someone cast [Confusion] on me?

Flos rubbed at one ear, but only to pretend. He saw Trey smile and duck his head, but Flos watched his eyes. Heknew what he was doing.

Its nothing they asked fornot exactly. The Quarass likes books, and she mentioned you had some from, uh, conquered countries, and I said I could bring a few. So thats simple.

Why seeds from the garden? Or produce?

Trey shrugged.

Ger doesnt have bountiful fields. Some of the things were from Tottenvals era, werent they?

Flos felt a pang, but he answered quietly.

Yes. So for her fields.

She loves Germina. Anything for Germina makes the Quarass happy.

Not cakes, then? Not a bounty of sweets? The [Chefs] could make a hundred cakes. Why for Fetohepwho does not eatand not the Quarass?

Flos thought he had an inkling, but he saw Trey give him a blank look, and the [King]s heart leapt. BecauseTrey understood.

The Quarass wouldnt want a hundred cakes, even if I could bring them, Your Majesty, Flos. She cant share a hundred cakes in her capital. Seedscuttings

Of course. And Fetohep? A meringue and painting?

Trey folded his hands behind his back and tried to look innocent.

Umhe might burn the painting. Or, uhuh

Out with it.

I mentioned darts, and he said he had a magical set. But we had to leave, and Im sure hes set up some to play, so if I brought a target he enjoyed

The King of Destruction laughed so hard he thought hed crack a rib. He slapped Trey on the shoulder, delighted, and caught the young man before he went over the balcony.

Trey Atwood! You make me laugh too much! Go on, go on! The meringue thing? Why?

Like someone watching a [Magician], he turned to Trey. The others were watching enviously or curiously, but Trey didnt notice. He just swept back his hair with a hand, looking modestly pleased himself.

Its because its a good meringue, Flos. But, umits a complex treat.

Yes, the [Chefs] had a devilish time figuring it out from your recollections. So why? Ah.

The young man nodded.

Fetohep will want to take it and prove his [Chefs] can do better. No offense to Chef Yerinse, buthe will probably have a lot made, and itll be the talk of Khelt.

Of course. Prove Khelts superiority. You have thought through each and every gift. I imagine you even have an idea how to keep them entertained.

Flos gave Trey a huge smile, and he watched as the young man tried to brush it off, blushing. But he, like the Quarass, remembered that, and a little idea began to hatch in Flos head. Naturally, it required time. And Gazi had her own ideas, but when she laid it out for him

He knew who to pick. Of course, it wasnt that simple. Cunning plans never were. You had to work hard at it. Too hard, like true games of chess, and he would have rather relaxed. But plans

Trey could make plans.

Months later, Trey Atwood wondered if Flos Reimarch had been planning this all along.

If soFlos could have done a better job of it.

But hadnt Gazi had a hand in this plan? If soTrey had to believe in her, although if her plan was working, she was, right now, sitting underwater, tickling fishes, and she had been for at least a week.

Nohe hesitated. No, how long exactly had she said she would take to follow them? It didnt really matter.

They were not busting out Amerys right now. He had no idea where she was.

It was his second week of being at Wistram. Trey knocked on the door as he stood in the near-empty hallway, shifting from foot to foot and trying not to look suspicious.

Students went to each others rooms all the time. If anything, this was normal. If anything, Trey being nervous sold the scene: someone would suspect he was going to partake in semi-frowned upon Dreamleaf. Or a romantic escapade.

Given the owner of the room, Trey hoped for nothing of the sort. Indeed, a moment later Calac Crusland, or Carn Thustone as he was known here, opened the door.

Hello, Troy Atlas. Would you like to come in for our studying of spells?

The young man intoned with such a painful deadpan that Trey quickly shoved him inside the room. A little Lifesand Golem, Minizi, poked her head out of the hood of his robes as he hissed at Calac.

You suck at acting!

Calac instantly dropped his deadpan look and glared back at Trey.

I dont have the class!

You dont need a class to be halfway decent! Are we secure?

The other young man nodded. He pulled out a gleaming runestone and showed it to Trey.

I check every night that the wardstones are working.

Just dont show them around.

Calac rolled his eyes. He was not Treys preferred backup and co-conspirator. Trey didnt know Calac that well, but he remembered him from Venith and the first days of Flos campaign. Calac was hotheaded, impulsive, unlike his father and mother, whono, he was sort of like Venith in that sense.

The difference was that Venith had been rightfully angry at Flos, and when he got angry, it was with genuine exasperation.

Calac was just angry. He had a darker skin tone that was a mix of his fathers and mothers, and he had certainly inherited his parents gifts for combat. He was good with a sword, enough to be part of Wistrams club of weapon-using [Mages] already, could ride, shoot a bowand he had a chip on his shoulder the size of Reims palace.

He had dark hair and pale, off-white eyes that were faintly yellow. However, what always stood out to Trey was Calacs scowl. In most of their interactions he would be scowling at Trey and Teres, and it didnt take a genius to figure out why.

They were the King of Destructions companions. Calac was not. He was semi-disgraced in his own eyesor perhaps his parentsfor once interfering in the duel between Venith and the King of Destruction. Hehadnt proven himself.

This was his chance, but Trey still would have taken Teres. She was like Calac in some ways, though both would have resented the comparison, but she was his sister. You had to put up with family.

I am a [Lord] of Hellios. It makes sense I would have anti-listening runestones. Just maintain your cover. Youre the one hanging out with your kind.

You mean, Earthers? Afraid Ill turn on you?

Calac stopped halfway over to the map of Wistram he was drawing. Which was a stupid idea because entire hallways could change locationbut he had still made one, and drawn huge red Xs to mark where theyd searched. Which was another bad idea because they didnt need to find Amerys like a needle in a haystack, they just needed to ask someone where she was.

The young Crusland pivoted slowly, hand going to the sword that hung at his belt.

You had better not even joke about that. My father and mother and the [King] trust you. If you betray us all, youll condemn

Its a joke.

It hadnt really been, but Trey snapped and Calac shut up. The two young men glared at each other. After a second, Calac pointed at the map.

We dont know where she is. Have you been asking? Even hinting? I brought it up

Youre too obvious. You cant just ask someone where Amerys is!

Calac snapped back.

Why not? Youre too afraid to ask anyone a single question! Its a fair thing to ask where one of the Archmages is!

Just about her? Oh, look at me, Im Carn from Hellios, which isnt at all near Reim. Anyone know where Amerys is?

Trey lowered his voice and parodied Carns rough tone. Calac turned red.

We are on a schedule. Lady Pathseeker should be in position, which means we have to hurry

Were on a mission not to get caught!

Minizi climbed out of Treys hood. He caught her before she fellnot that it would hurt the Lifesand Golem, shed just bruise and reform her head, but he still felt bad when he saw itand he and Calac began to argue harder. Treys stomach hurt.

Go to Wistram, Trey. Take Calac. I cant send any artifacts or theyd notice. I have faith in you. Just like I have faith in the Quarass to cut your throat. Also, can you pay a visit to Actelios to heal Gazi?

Fucking Flos.

Get off! Get[Light Arrow]!

Damn you!

Minizi slowly ate a half-rotten slice of apple. Since she had no stomach, it just sank into her body, and she pulled it out, looking disappointed.

She was bigger, now, having been fed on milk, honeymetaphorically. More like Treys blood and sand for three weeks. She sat on the table since she had been told not to interfere, and watched as the two young men rolled about on the floor, throwing punchesand spells.

Calac threw punches. Trey ate punches, and threw spells since the other young man had him in height, experience, and muscle.

Magic was the great equalizer. In theory.

In practice, trying to fast-cast a spell while someone punched you in the face didnt work. Even with Gazis training, Trey got the worst of it. Calac pulled a punch as he sat on Treys stomach, raising a bloody knuckle. They were both angry, stressed, with no real progress, and they kept saying things they regretted.

Then Minizi decided enough was enoughor she wanted some of that sweet, sweet Trey-bloodand she leapt on Calacs back. Which wasnt really a problem because she was only twice as tall as a big cup.

The problem was she had his apple-knife and shed been learning how to stab rats.

It was very late at night, and Trey knew he was waking Calac up because the young man took a while to open the door. He probably hadnt expected Trey; theyd agreed not to meet until one of them found something conclusive.

Since he had, Trey didnt beat about the brush.

Alright. Ive found out Amerys is in Wistram. I even think we might be able to get a visit with her. Grand Magus Eldavins gaining in power.

Calac looked up. The first flash of hope entered his face. He hesitated and put a hand on Treys shoulder.

Good work.

He smiled. Trey looked at him and glanced over his shoulder. He saw Calacs map of Wistramwhich had gone through about twenty one revisions before being scrappedhad been replaced by a map of the war in Reim with the King of Destruction. Calac was plotting a slow course of Reims advances and retreats.

But he had two pins which were in gold. They were fairly close to each other, and Trey looked at them and thought about what they might mean after he caught Calac up on the mysterious Eldavin whod just blasted through the banquet hall.

Of course. His mother and father were fighting on the front. And here he was. Trey felt a pang and thought of Teres. They had both watched the Minotaurs beat Flos. Neither one said it, buthe decided to be nicer to Calac. If possible.

Four days later, Trey regretted trying to be nicer to Calac. The young mans scowl was met with Treys weary one. Calac held up the diagram.

Explain it to me again.

Calac

Call me Carn. We cant slip up, remember?

Trey rubbed at his face. Minizi passed him a cloth, and he wiped his faceand realized it was the inkrag. Trey closed his eyes.

Carn. Its past midnight. We have class tomorrow! This isnt part of thethe plan! Grand Magus Eldavin has a lecture!

On history. Teach me how to do the basic manaprojection again. I cant master it.

Youre a first-year student. No one has to master it.

Trey rubbed at his eyes and got ink in them. He cursed, and Calac handed him a water flask. He didnt look any more energetic. Trey happened to know he woke at dawn to practice with his sword, and apparently had a few admirersbut he was insistent. Calac spoke around a jaw-cracking yawn.

Trey noticed his plain room had gained some decorations. Calac had a military-style setup with a chest containing his gear, his armor and sword laid out, polishing kits, and that map of Reim, but hed started adding fresheners, and it seemed like he had begun sweeping up. Trey glanced around, frowning.

Did you have company? It smells like perfume.

Calac avoided his gaze.

Thats private.

You did. What?

The [Lord] flushed as if being found out were a huge source of embarrassment.

Its private. I dont ask about your private matters. Dont you have any common decency?

He was quite different from the other young men Trey knew about. Intrigued, Trey yawned as Calac tried to master the basic spellcraft again.

Nope. Youre still doing it wrong. Cant we call it a day?

Calac cursed.

No! I cant! Emirea can do this, and shes eleven! So can Goelv and Tov!

He named their friends. Goelv the Gazer boy. Emirea du Merrimom, the shy, young [Lady]. Tov, the Drowned Man who was half-slug.

She had tutors. Goelvs a Gazer, and uhTovs from the Drowned Ships. You literally had no magic practice. I did.

Calac just looked at Trey.

I dont want to fall so far behind that I cant talk with them.

It was such an honest, even quietly embarrassed statement that Trey stopped being grumpy and looked at Calac.

Ididnt think of that. Sorry.

The [Lord] brushed it off, but he didnt draw back. He was surprisingly genuine, and againthe fact that he was able to say that with a straight face outright was also different.

It matters to me greatly. You seem surprised I want to learn magic. I do want to learn. The mission comes first, but my mother tells me a bit of magic is as handy as can be for a warrior. Even my father says he would have used some spells if he had the aptitude.

Venith said that?

Trey was amazed. Calac shrugged, a bit self-consciously.

Theyre practical warriors.

I know. I just thought of Venith as not wanting to use magic. If they were fighting with swords

Why? Magic is fair. Just like an arrow.

I just thought hed not want to use any.

Calac raised one eyebrow.

Why? Ohyoure thinking of Terandrian [Knights]. My father isnt like that. Hes a warrior. A [Lord], but a warrior born. In battle, in war, theres no way to duel like that.

Trey was struck by his misconceptions. He ducked his head.

I guess not. Im sorry for assuming.

Calac seemed on the verge of making a pithy comment, but then just sat down on his bed and tried casting again. Slowly. Trey showed him, and Calac struggled to copy it. He spoke as he practiced.

Were different, arent we? I realize that more and more. I spoke with one of the EarthersGeorge? He wanted to know how to use a sword.

Really?

Trey saw Calac frown and bite his lip. Minizi tottered back to him with a wet rag. Trey picked it up, took one sniff, and handed it back.

Minizi, you put alcohol on it. Thats Calacs gin.

Thats a gift for one of my teachers!

The Lifesand Golem trudged off. Everyone was a critic. Trey turned back to Calac.

And? Did you teach him how to use it?

Calac hesitated.

He didnt really want to learn. I just realizedyou do come from a different place, dont you? These Terandrians are like that too. I met someone who challenged me to a duel. He had a silver bell and a rapier. Charles desomething or other. I told him I didnt duel for fun and he sneered at me.

He must have learned his lesson after the magical dueling incident. Trey nodded slowly.

Thats

Calac interrupted him.

I didnt finish. When I refused, he tried to provoke me with his sword.

Oh. Uh

Calac didnt look hurt. The [Warrior] gave Trey a sideways grin.

I kicked him in the groin and his friends accused me of cheating.

Trey had to laugh at that.

I think I know that guy. The Libertarians? Archmage Viltachs people?

The same. They claimed I couldnt use my feet or magic in a duel. Such strange Terandrians. And those Drakes! Messill cant stand Lizardfolk. Its

Calac stared ahead.

Bothersome. Does it bother you? It reminds me of Garuda tribes not being allowed to camp near cities. Only, they dont have reasons to fear thieves or anything like it here. Its just Lizardfolk. Yet the Drakes cant stand them, mostly.

The [Sand Mage] nodded slowly. He watched Calacs hands move and grabbed his shoulder.

You had it! Waitoh, sorry. Yes, it bothers me.

The [Lord] had a pleased smile of triumph on his face. He relaxed suddenly and flopped back onto his bed. He looked at Trey.

I will call that my victory. Thank you.

Trey nodded. Still, he lingered since they were talking about something interesting, for once. Calac sat up.

We are different, arent we? I didnt realize how peaceful your world must be. George asked me if I had ever used my sword or killed someone. As if it were a question.

Trey sombered. He twiddled his thumbs, not quite looking at Calac, and reached down. Minizi came up with a cloth dampened by water, and he dabbed at his face as she sat on the bed. Calac grimaced, but Trey assured him she wouldnt leave sand.

We are different. You know, most guys would tell everyone who they had over. People in Chandrar dont do that?

People in Crusland land dont do it. I dont speak for Reim or Chandrar.

Right. Sorry. I just meant

Calacs argumentative tone stopped suddenly. He raked fingers through his hair and looked embarrassed.

I know. I amdifferent. My mother is Lady Maresar. You know her class, right?

Er, [Bandit Lord]?

Calac nodded again.

And my father is Lord Venith Crusland. I know Ive been taught differently. Some things I learned my mother taught me aredifferent. Sometimes I wonder what other families must be like.

He lookednot anguished, not sad or longingbut just curious. Trey raised his brows.

I didnt know my mother. Me and Teres are twins. Everyones different.

Calac half-nodded.

Yesbut having a mother who can be more of a man than my father isodd. The first time I saw her use her Skillthe one which makes her look like a man? It was very strange.

Trey tried to imagine that. He tried not to smile. Calac just gave him a look.

Go ahead and laugh. She does. My mother is far too strange, and even I know it. My father? I cant live up to my father.

He sighed. Trey stopped smiling, guilty.

Im sure he appreciates

Calacs weary look silenced the words coming out of Treys mouth.

Dont say it.

So Trey didnt. They passed a minute in silence, and Calac went on.

My mother has peculiar notions of everything. Not necessarily right or wrong, but they confuse me greatly. You know that argument they had yesterday? Your Earthers and the Terandrians and Izrilians? Everyone got involved, but that one?

Trey frowned.

I dont knoh, that one.

The [Lord] gave Trey a meaningful look.

Exactly so. It isnt ashugely problematic to Chandrar. There are no laws for or against it in Reim. A man doesnt boast about his private life, anyways. My mother, on the other hand? She told me that, but for my father, shed be flipping a coin and kissing whichever came first. Then she tried to give me advice on what to do from all four possible perspectives and

He saw Treys expression and nodded.

That is my mother. Do you think its close to normal?

Trey decided the best thing to do was get Minizi and go to sleep.

When did Calac Crusland become a friend? Trey wasnt sure. It wasnt the first month. Perhaps it started the second.

But it probably continued on these nights. Through arguments and surprising insights. Stories from home, encouragement, one helping the other, like Calac giving Trey food after the worms incidentnot laughing

It was pleasant, then. Although Trey did realize something. It was how odd Wistram was. Calac had his own opinions as a citizen of Reim who had grown up on stories of the King of Destruction from his peoples perspective.

To everyone else, they were stories.

Hes back. Father says the King of Destruction is just a myth. I mean, he was. Mother said we didnt talk about himthat was when he woke up! Is he real? Carn, Troy, you come from Chandrar. Did you ever hear about him?

Emirea hugged Minizi as she looked at them, wide-eyed. Carn and Troy exchanged a slow glance.

Hellios was conquered by Flos. So naturally I saw him. That is, I saw his armies. Never the man in person. But he did conquer Hellios. In a flash. We never stood a chance. Though we tried, honored be our stone halls.

Trey didnt wince; Calac was getting better. All of Goelvs many eyes focused on Calac, and the Gazer sat forwards.

Truly. Did you ever lay your eyes upon the one called Gazi?

Tov, Astritha, Emirea, Trey, and Messill all looked at Calac. The young man hesitated.

Notup close.

But you did see her.

Trey looked at Goelv. The full Gazer boy was fixed on Calac, so much so the young man froze up.

Goelv. Goelv, youre staring!

Tov shook his shoulder, and Goelvs eyes snapped away. Calac unfroze with a sigh as the lesser paralysis effect wore off. Goelv ducked his head, bending at the waist.

I am very sorry, Carn. It just matters so much to me.

Do you like Gazi?

One of Goelvs eyes rotated in their sockets.

She is the most famous Gazer. Half-Gazer. Even in the jungles, they tell stories of her. Ijust wish to meet her.

Like meeting a story. Keep your eyes on the horizon and the tide, not on fables.

Tov snorted. Goelv looked hurt, and the Drowned Man hesitated before making an odd sign. No one took it too seriously; you hurt each others feelings, coming from different and varied places.

Calac and Trey exchanged glances over their now almost nightly study sessions. He had to work harder than the others, while Trey had personal lessons from Eldavin and communicated them to the others, but each of them had an interesting thing to add.

Calac was the swordsman, who actually could tell you if someone could just duck or swat a [Fire Arrow] spell down with a gauntleted hand. Emirea was the gifted young [Lady] who helped them refine their basic spell theory. Goelv? Eye magic, so powerful in that he could cast spells just by looking. Tov had the Drowned Peoples perspective and talked about magic hed seen or theory even Wistrams teachersaside from Eldavinfound odd. And Trey had Eldavins magic, and his strange tutors.

Its a story to us.

Astritha said reasonably. She was from Rhir, and less known to Trey, along with Messill, their Izrilian, but between them, every continentand Earthwas represented. She was seriousoften too seriousand was open about going back once shed graduated to support the battle against the Demons.

Messill, the Drake, just yawned.

Its all hyperbole. Trust meI actually think its Wistrams fault. They cooked up the story of him. Yes, there was a [King]. There still is. But hes not the only [King] out there, is he? Prove me wrong!

He looked at Carn. The young man raised an eyebrow.

He did conquer my homeland.

Yes, but if hes so dangerous, why is he losing to a bunch of half-rate nations? Not yours, Carn, but the ones out there.

Trey raised a hand. Calac just blinked at Messill.

Half-rate? You mean, like Nerrhavias Fallen?

Exactly. Never heard of it.

You meanNerrhavias Fallen. Half-rate?

Youre saying it like Im wrong. Okay, how big are they?

Bigger than all the Walled Cities controlled lands combined? Probably.

Messill stared at Trey. He looked around, then threw his head back and laughed, albeit with a trace of uncertainty. He gestured with his claws to the others.

See? This! This is what Im talking about. Theres no way thats true, Troy. Exaggeration. I know its big, but when they say millions of [Soldiers] in an army, its an exaggeration of what actually happened. Exaggeration. Now, lets go find a map and see how big this place really is. Im sure its big, but

And then came the Djinni. Thenit was serious. They had known they were behind schedule, but they had been enjoying themselves.

Thenthey made progress, and it stopped being a game again. Trey Atwood placed something down, and Calac just stared at it.

You met Amerys.

His eyes flickered up. Trey was pale, but smiling. He was trembling with nerves.

I did.

The [Lord] inhaled. He started and stopped half a dozen times.

Did you saywhat didis shcan we do it?

Trey looked at Calac. A sand-eye poked over the lip of the table, and both looked around. Viltach had upgraded Minizi with Trey so that she was now three feet tall and tougher. She carried her mithril sword and looked up at them. Trey inhaled, and felt his heart beginning to race. He turned to Calac, and the [Lord] waited.

After so longTrey looked at his friend. At the map, and the gold pins, all three of them, Maresar, Venith, and Teresa, at one space. Nerrhavias armies incoming. He thought of two conversations. When Flos Reimarch had approached Trey with his mad planand when Amerys had first met Troy Atlas.

Trey thought of the stakes, of Earth, the Earthers here. Wistram and their ambitions and how Wistram was. Eldavin. Teresa.

He looked Calac dead in the eye and shook his head, slowly.

I dont know. But we can gather the information and see what were up against. I know where it isI saw as much as I could, and Ill be back later. Solets get started.

Archmage Amerys did exist. She was alive, and in Wistram.

After her long absence from the academy and the public eye despite the King of Destructions return, people were beginning to spread rumors that she had died, like Drevish, the Architect.

They didnt know. Which amazed Trey; even in vaunted Wistram, rumors ran like water through the halls. Complete lies or misunderstanding where facts floated blissfully over peoples heads.

His pace was quite slow, which suited his companion. Also, Trey was able to ask questions and take his time. That would not be the case with the other two people who might have led him here. They were far, far more perceptive.

Nothat was unfair. Trey glanced sideways at the portly [High Mage] who could be as spry as you wantedin Mages Quest, the new magical-reality game Ullsinoi, Telim, and Aaron were pioneering.

Nor was he a bad man. If anything, he was Treys favorite [Mage] in Wistram, and that included Viltach, Eldavin, and all the others. Because Telim was splendidly uncomplicated when it came to morality. Not his interpersonal life, his mindjust the way he behaved. He didnt do things he needed to give reasons for. Everyone else Trey had met, from his sister to Flos to the Quarass, Gazidid.

Telim? He shuffled along amiably, his comfortable Super Silkworm robes swishing as he walked, a puff pastry filled with whipped cream in one hand. He offered one to Trey.

Another?

Thank you, High Mage Telim.

The man winked one bright orange eye at Trey and pulled another snackout of his huge brown beard. He laughed hugely at Treys expression.

Hah! Another one! Youve never seen my beard-trick before? Tiny bag of holding. You pull it outgreat party trick. Interferes with a regular one, obviously. Here.

He showed Trey the little bag of holding buried in the nest of brown hair. Trey took the pastry, grinning ruefully.

Thats amazing, High Mage.

He chortled happily.

You like it? I even made the Titan of Baleros laugh when I showed it to him. Back in the dayhe was a Named Adventurer.

Whreally?

Telims eyes glittered. He kept walking through one of Wistrams less-crowded hallways. He was a new member of the Terras faction, but Trey knew he was one of Wistrams [Mages] for life.

I met him. Youd be surprised how many people have visited Wistram, at least once. Him, Three-Color Stalker, monarchsnever the Blighted King or Queen, you understand. They seldom leave for fear of assassinations, but great heroes and people of stories have walked these halls. You came from Chandrar. What part, again?

ErHellios. Somewhere thereabouts.

Trey carefully replied. They passed by one of the libraries, and he marked it. The Comfy Library. So named because it had the best couches. No big reason beyond that. You went here to read for a long time.

Telim was nodding happily. He peeked inside, waving at some students and [Mages] who glanced up and nodded to him. For a second, Trey looked inside and saw towering stacks of bookshelves.

This was a library that Alexandria would have coveted. In places, the book stacks rose so high that Trey guessed one stack held upwards of ten thousand books. Ridiculous architecture done, he suspected, purely because it could be done.

It was certainly inconvenient for the students, who filed the books everyone liked to use on the lower stacks. To get up that high, you had to know levitation, have one of the super-ladders and a head for heights, or [Light Bridge].

You know, some [Aeromancers] and [Mages] love putting reading materials up there. Old Menisashe passed nearly twelve years back, lovely womanused to teach a class on telekinesis. Youd see poor students trying to pull books off the shelves each start of term. Alas.

Telim sighed fondly. Trey eyed a Garuda calmly flapping upwards to return a book.

What about Garuda?

Bastards. If I had wingsno, Id probably walk. It looks so tiring!

Telims laugh was nothing like Flos either. He had a huge belly laugh that was uncomplicated. Trey grinned with him. He rather admired Telims approach to life, which included raiding the buffet table without regard to anyone elses desires.

This was Wistram. So, amid this vast library, Trey saw a Lizardgirl happily curled up on a splendid couch three times her size, reading a book on her back. He thought he might miss it when he left.

It was a strange feeling, to look at Wistram like a spy or infiltrator. OrTrey swallowed hard and looked at Telims back.

An enemy.

He shook the feeling away. Not yet. They were close, Trey felt, to their destination, so he turned to Telim.

Hellios, but I came south to get to Wistram. I was close to Nerrhavias Fallen a lot of the time. I didnt know exactly where I was

Telim took it at face-value, without even apparently bothering to cast [Detect Truth]. Most [Mages] didnt in casual conversation, although Trey was warded. He nodded as he chewed down another pastry.

Earthers. Good that you landed there and not like the other poor children. Well, weve had quite a number of Nerrhavias Fallens nobility pass through. They have a competing academythe Hundred Thousand Tomesbut they do come. I daresay every species but Fraerlings send their people here. Im toldweve even had Goblins as guests in the past.

No.

Trey glanced at Telim, shocked. The [High Mage] gave him another wink.

Swear on my staff and balls. We even debated having Velanbefore he became Goblin King. It was a vote on the floor of the Councilnot that it had a chance of passing, but that was the feeling in the air. Monsters and heroes, Troy.

That begged a question. They rounded a corner, went down a ramp, and Telim began checking the giant fresco on the wall. Treys instincts began to perk up. The fresco was of some raging warand, with a chill, he realized it was of Crelers fighting people. A long war-mural that ended with them being pushed backwards.

What about the King of Destruction?

Telim slowed. His fingers traced across a hideous monster. Something bigger than an Adult Creler fighting a shining woman in armor. Trey had passed this wall before, but he hadnt realized how detailed the [Artist] had been. There were evennames. He peered at the woman as Telim hesitated.

Never him. I suppose thats part of your enduring curiosity, eh? When he was strongAmerys made overtures, but he scared us shitless. So no. After? Again, no. You knowyou never did say why you wanted to meet her so badly. I never had the instinct. Nor is this permissible, and you are keeping this secreteven to the others.

He turned a kindly eye to Trey, but a serious one. The young man hurriedly nodded.

I know. Grand Magus Eldavin made sure I understood.

Telim nodded.

Very good. Its not for the danger, as youll see. Its more students. Theyd come and try to talk to her, and rumorswell, Eldavins got the clout to authorize it. Hell be an Archmage within the month, mark my words.

Trey nodded. After so longeven Viltach had refused Treys requests. But one person had granted it, after looking Trey in the eyes and asking why.

Why?

The [Sand Mage] scrutinized the painting for a moment before answering, without looking directly at Telim. He made his voice as genuine as possible, which wasnt hard. You lied with the truth. He stared at the woman. Was shemoving?

Very slowly? Yes. Telim saw Trey jerk back. He smiled.

It moves, yes. You can see them fighting if you check back over the course of a week. Im told it nearly killed the [Artist] because they had to redraw the muraloh, countless times. Do you know who this is?

Trey looked at the image.

It saysMarquin the Radiant. Where do I know that name?

Telim grunted. He brushed at a bit of dirt on the mural and pointed at the woman battling the giant Creler.

Your history lessons, probably. This is Marquin, the first [Queen] of Calanfer. One of the heroes of the Creler Wars. One of the ones who took the fight to Rhir. She was given Calanfers lands as part of her deeds. Imagine that; even if Terandria was partly in ruins. The Eternal Throne of Calanfer, the entire kingdom started because of one womans ability to kill Crelers. You had to admire that.

Trey stared at the mural. Then glanced up at Telim. The [High Mage] was still watching him, and he was no fool. So Trey nodded.

Thats why.

To meet a legend?

The older man calmly took a bite of his snack. Trey met his gaze for a moment and slightly shook his head.

No. Not just that. To see if she is one. I saw the King of Destructions return. I want to ask her a question.

Ahh.

The [High Mage] nodded, exhaling in satisfaction. He patted Trey on the shoulder.

You have seen things, my lad. You dont talk of it, but Ive seen that look before.

Trey glanced up at Telim, and the older mans face was full of kindness. He swallowed and saw Telim look at the line on his throat.

Lies and truth, blended so closely he couldnt tell the mixture apart.

Yes.

Then mark this well. Not that you can enter alone. But remember it; this is one of Wistrams Hidden Hallways. One of six I know.

Slowly, Telim reached into his pocket and drew something out of his robes. It was a key. Treys eyes locked on it. He saw the strange head, with no teeth like a regular key, but a spade-like design. Made of bright, clear stone, paler and lighter than a sapphire, that shimmered as Telim inserted it into the lock.

The lock, which was a tiny bit of space next to the first [Queen] of Calanfers head. Trey blinked. The hole hadnt been thereTelim winked at him.

Hidden Hallways. Spell phrases. Keys. Secret activation requirements like dancing naked under the moonlight.

Trey smiled. Telim gave him an amused look. The young man wavered.

Wait, thats real?

Youve clearly never met the more twisted [Mages] of Wistram. Give a high-level [Exhibitionist] enough levels in [Enchanter]remind me never to show you how to get into that one.

So saying, Telim twisted the key, and Trey opened his mouth to ask if they needed to keep this secret, because they were standing in a hallway, and a student could just walk by and

Pop.

Aaaaaaah!

Telim nearly jumped out of his skin. He leapt back from Trey as the young man shouted.

Dead gods, Troy! Dont do that to me, lad! Its just minor teleportation!

Whatthat didnt feel minor!

Trey felt at himself. Telim rubbed at his neck, removing the key from the wall and putting it in his pocket. He patted the engraved keyhole on the blank stone wall and shook his head.

I forget youre not used to it. Im sorry. Wellhere we are.

They were on the other side of the wall. Trey looked around, still breathing hard. Then he stopped.

Uh, High Mage?

Telim looked around. He smiled at Treys expression and patted him on the shoulder.

I told you. The issues not Amerys getting free. Although, frankly, Im not getting into those politics. The Archmages are keeping her locked upits not something I like. But at this point its somewhat inevitable. Amerys being Amerystherell be blood if she gets loose. But itll be a vote or someone like Eldavin motioning to free her. Stay close to me and dont do anything stupid.

Trey stared up at the first layer of security, then at Telim. The [High Mage] looked up, slightly nervous despite his confidence they were safe. Both men stared up at the first Golem in the hidden area of Wistram.

The first Golem, about eighteen feettall, with a huge, conical head with multiple eyes set in every direction, and six arms, like some mythical guardian of Greece. Each one holding an enchanted blade.

And there were two Golems. Telim nudged Trey.

And those arent even the ones in Zelkyrs last test.

I didnt know Wistram had Golems like

Trey didnt take the Golems of Wistram for granted. Cognitathe serving Golemshe had definite feelings on them. But the biggest Golems who wandered the hallways were just made of clay, sand, steeltowering, but only eight to ten feet tallalready huge, but porters. Most were shaped like people, serving Golems.

These ones? Telim nodded slowly. He waved at one of the guardian-Golems, who didnt move, and whispered to Trey out of the corner of his mouth.

We keepor rather, Cognita keepsthe really dangerous ones far out of sight. Too many accidents.

Accidents?

Telims head turned. The man whispered to Trey.

If youre a drunk [Mage] who walks into a room and sees one of these staring down at you in the middle of the night? Believe me, youre going to need a new set of robes.

Two Golems. How tall again?

Calac interrupted Treys recounting. Trey just looked at him.

Eighteen feet.

Youmust be joking.

The [Swordsman] licked his lips. His look of excitement faded. Trey pointed to the first room he was outlining.

Im not. They looked liketheyre not made of steel.

The other young man brightened up.

Oh? Wood?

Trey hesitated.

Sort of a bronze-gold.

Soa magical metal.

Calacs head sunk into his hands. Trey nodded.

They have these strange gems on their elbowschests, legseverywhere. Each ones different. I asked Telim, and he said they probably each produce a spell or some effect. They dont have proper feet, either. Just giant poles and sort of hoof-like bases.

That doesnt seem like they should be able to stand.

The [Swordsman] muttered. He was trying to sketch a picture. Trey added his own clarifications, shaking his head.

Apparently its gravity spells. I saw some kind of rune work around the basesthey looked very sturdy. I didnt see them walk, but those, um, weapons? One had a spear, two swordsthe curved scimitar kinda flail, a shield, and some kind of short, wavy blade.

A kris. How did you see all of this?

Trey grimaced.

Wetook our time getting through there. Telim had to show them an amulet, and he verified himself by tracing some kind of sigil. It looks like this, but it was magical, so I cant tell what he actually did. He made sure we were safe, believe me. Apparently, they wouldnt jump straight to killing usunless we started fighting.

Calac swore. This was room one of Amerys security, not even counting the magical lock. Defenses?

Giant Golems.

Whats the second layer? Is that it?

Trey hesitated.

Wellwe pass through a hallway here. There are intersections, but I dont know where they lead. You see

this is a repurposed area. Hidden Hallways. Those Golems had to be moved here; few places in Wistram have security.

Oh. So this isnt normal?

Trey followed Telim closely in his steps. The [High Mage] looked at Trey.

Aside from an experimental area or one of the sealed portions? Dead gods, my boy! Hardly! All this security is different. New. Can you feel what were passing through now?

They were walking down some actually very nice hallways. Carpeted. Odd, actually; Trey didnt know if he liked the feel of actual carpeted floors after so much of Wistrams stone. It feltcozy, and he kept feeling as though he shouldnt be wearing shoes, but Telim assured him the carpets were self-cleaning.

Itfeels like the airs charged.

Telim nodded, waving a ringed hand around.

Ward spells. Theyll know were coming. You see, this is certainly not a normal secure area. I think this was actually a private club of sorts. Nice carpets, all these paintings of [Mages]and I dont know who they are.

He pointed out some [Mages], all of whom were grinning or smiling or nodding in their still portraits. They even passed by a dark room. Trey peered in. Is that

A taproom? Really?

Calac paused. Trey nodded.

I swear, it looked like it. It really is just a repurposed wing they converted to hold Amerys.

Whythis wing? It makes no sense. I would use the crypts or the upper floors. This is a nice place.

Trey agreed, but he knew the answer.

Telim told me that it belonged to Feors faction. The Centrists. They used to hold private gatherings withinas early as last year. They changed it to hold Amerys because it was convenient, hidden, and because theres a set of rooms that do something convenient.

Calac glanced up. He paused, his quill wet with ink.

Go on. When did you meet Amerys? Did they torture her?

Trey stopped him.

Wait. Theres something else

Frankly, the Golems and the ward spells are enough security. It is apparently a nightmare having to switch the guards, and no one likes guard-duty. Were [Mages]. Lazy. So they decommissioned the magical maze.

The

Ullsinoi set it up. Theyre experts in that kind of thing. I think they have one in their Hidden Hallwaynot that I know if they have one. Perhaps they have dozens. It would be just like them. Hey, if you lot are here, no pranks today!

Telim shouted randomly as he and Trey came to a clearly-new door set into the hallway. It seemed out of place, and some telltale stone and dust cling to the doorway made Trey suspect someone hadbuilt a door here.

Second door. Another lock. Instead of a maze that takes fifteen minutes to pass through and requires nonsense like walking through the third mirror on the left backwards while hopping blindly.

Why did you shout at Ullsinoi? Are they here?

Telim gave Trey a blank look as he inserted a second key. This one had a strange set of pointed teeth, but it was more like the real thing.

You never know. I do it whenever I think theyre here. Just shout and assume someones cloaked. Its worked twice in my life. Mind you, theyre smart. But you couldnt pay me to walk that maze every single timeso someone made a door. It works.

He opened the door, walked through, and shut it after Trey.

They replaced a master-illusionist maze witha door. And a stone wall.

Calac looked at Trey. The [Sand Mage] put a hand over his heart.

I swear.

The two looked at each other. Calac noted the door down after a second. He believed Trey, of course. It fit in completely with the [Mages].

And after that?

Trey swallowed.

After thattheres only the two guards. And Amerys.

The two [Mages] were clearly delighted to see Telim. After their initial argument, they relaxed and were as friendly as could be. Politics didnt trump friendship in this case, it seemed. One was actually a Dwarf, a rarity in Wistram. A tall Dwarf; he was five-foot-two.

Dead gods, Telim. I know you have some snacks! Fork them over! Do you know how boring it is, sitting here all day?

Read a book. Or watch a scrying orb. If you want my snacks, pay me.

The Naga slapped her tail on the ground as she bookmarked her novel.

We cant watch scrying orbs; were warded. Come on, Telim. Its a two-day rotation.

The [High Mage] staunchly refused to give up the snacks.

Thats what you get for joining a faction.

So says Mister Terras. Listen. Share some snacks, and lets play a game of chess or magic cards. Weve got a deck. Or else well be very upset, and the next time you go to raid a buffet, well put a motion in the Council banning [Mages] from taking more than a set amount of food each meal.

You bastards. Alright. Sages Grass Chiffon cake or Frost Fritters? Both fresh from today.

Both.

Youll have both over my dead body.

Is that a challenge?

The two [Mages] were certainly able to make good on Telims promise. Trey half-watched them the first time. The second, he noted the duo changed.

What didnt change was that the two [Mage] guards were good at fighting. Telim had told Trey that, but the young man saw it. He was no magical expert, though hed had teachers who knew combat like Parasol Stroll, Gazi, and the Quarass.

How did you tell a [Mage] who could hold themselves in combat apart from a powerful magic-user who might make simple mistakes apart?

Simple.

[Battle Mages] always had magic barriers. The Naga and Dwarfs were both different. One appeared as a shimmering field around the Naga. The Dwarf had glowing runes sewn into his robes. The Naga deactivated her barrier to levitate a fritter through and happily munch down on it. The Dwarf had no problem eating his.

Telim had no shields. He shook his head at them.

You have to wear barriers all the time? You cant even touch anything without deactivating them! How do you even play chess?

We dont, or we use magic, Telim. Dont kick up a fuss. Anything in our personal radius is within our barrier, so we can read books. I dont know how you lot cant be bothered to put on a simple ward spell all the time. What about accidents?

Its a pain in the butt.

The two [Mages] rolled their eyes at Telim and glanced at Trey.

That young man knows what were talking about. You know, I was walking down the street one time and someone hit a nail wrong. Freak accident. It goes flying straight at my cheek and guess what I had? A barrier. Dont you remember when that poor boy got hit in the face by that pot of hot soup? Barriers, Telim. Barriers

Listen, Yolv. I understand you. I counter with thisyoure sitting on the toilet. You reach for the roll of toilet paper. Barrier spell.

You arethats your reason?

Yes.

Trey barely listened to their argument. He only had eyes for the person in the room beyond. She sat in the padded room, bound from head-to-toe, and chained as well.

She had a mask-binding over her mouth, and her arms and legs were also bound. She looked like a prisoner in a mental asylum.

Even so. There she sat, eyes locked onto him. A stare that was unblinking. Two bright yellow eyes and a messy tangle of leaf-green hair. Almost like nothing at allnot the woman he had come here to see.

That was, until the two [Mages] opened the unlocked door and ushered Trey through the thick glass that looked out of the room. One reason why they had chosen this area to contain her.

The other? Trey walked forwards slowly and felt the air go dead.

Anti-magic containment. Not just thathe felt a strange tingling in his stomach. Telim looked at Trey and grimaced.

Ah, thats why. Nutrition rooms. Do you even feed her?

She bit the fingers off the last person who tried. And swallowed them.

Telim hesitated, a fritter halfway towards his mouth. He slowly put it down.

Im going to take that as a no.

In days before these, these rooms had been used for more than holding prisoners. In fact, Trey suspected that was not their purpose at all.

Configurable rooms, like the ones that they held the group-therapy sessions in. But unlike those rooms, which created false beaches or climatesthese were for a [Mage] to train.

Anti-magic to deaden your natural magic. Artificial nutrition so that you couldnt starve to death.

For meditation? Protracted study?

He didnt know. Nor could he think. Trey just walked forwards.

There she was.

Amerys.

The Archmage of Lightning. One of the King of Destructions Seven.

Amerys, the Calm Flower of the Battlefield.

She just sat there. Like an untidy silkworm. She even smelled a bitunwashed. Her hair was a mess, and she looked like shed been sitting like that for a long time. Trey saw just a woman, bound in chains.

Then one of the [Mages] guarding her called out.

Well have to unlock her mask, young man. But keep back; she bites. I dont know what you hope to gain, but youll be disappointed. Shes not pleasant company to be around.

The other added with a roll of her eyes.

She never was.

Trey looked back, then at Amerys. The woman didnt move. But as Trey went back to take the little key which unlocked her mask, he noticed something as he left and entered the room once more.

A curious tingle in his stomach. The feeling of unwelcome satiety, growing a tiny bit every moment.

Deadness, a lack of magic that made him feel like he had lost something. In truthit felt like home, in a sense, but even more oppressive. Magic was stifled here.

Yet the last thing had nothing to do with his own nerves or feelings of apprehension, anticipation. It was simplyTrey felt at his neck. Then his head. He realized what it was.

His hair was standing up on end. As he took another few halting steps forwards, he felt it grow stronger.

A static in the air. Acharge. So powerful that, even here, a dozen paces away, he felt all his hair stand up on end. Trey took a few more steps forwards and felt it grow stronger.

As if he were approaching a battery unleashing its current into the air. That was thrilling, not scary. It should have just beenwell, magical.

However, Trey didnt feel the static was an impartial force in the world. He hesitated. Glanced back at the [Mages].

Something wrong, lad?

Its a living legend, Telim. Give him a moment. Shell disabuse him of it in a moment. You should have heard what she said to that other poor boy. Aaron.

One of the [Mages] spoke dismissively. Trey looked at them. Then at Amerys. They didnt feel it from where they were.

He did. And he wonderedhow many times they actually stepped into this room. If they didnt have to feed her, and she didnt need to use the restroom? Maybe she turned it off. But he felt it.

The charge in the air was ominous. A crackling possibility. As if he were standing under dark clouds in the rain. On top of a hill. Waiting for a flash that would be the last thing he ever saw.

The static ran up and down his clothing. The womans eyes were locked on his.

Bright, yellow eyes. Like lightning itself. They stared straight at the young man, tauntingly. Daring him to come forward. Amerys tensed up a bit, like an evil lightning bug.

She was helpless. She was bound head-to-toe, and the faint electrical current in the air was all she could manage. Even soshe had yet to blink. Trey got the distinct impression she was smiling from behind her mask.

He slowed, stopped, and cleared his throat. She just stared at him as he reached forwards to unlock her mask. Whathe wondered.

What did she see?

It was a comfy cell, but it was still a box. With glass windows.

There wasnt time here. It passed by slowly. The lone occupant just sat there. Unsure how long had passed. Time dripped by.

You could go mad, here. Perhaps that was what they hoped would happen. If sothey were wrong. She passed time the only way she could. Waiting. Waiting. But she could wait forever.

Until something changed to break up hellish nothingness. And something did come.

A raised voice in argument.

Her head rose. A veil of hair parted, so she could peek up. What was this, now? A fat [Mage] she recognized was arguing with the two captors for today. She counted by their rotations. It was a heated argument, and they were all pointing at a fourth party. She made out their voices.

personally told not to allow this young man to

Archmage Viltachs orders. Directly.

A head rose, slowly, under quite a lot of weight. A mask on the face, chains and bindings. Because there was a second voice, one she knew. She would have laughed.

The [Mage], Telim, held his ground, impatiently waving his finger in their faces.

I quite understand that, you two. But let me vouchsafe this to you. Grand Magus Eldavin. Whos soon to be Archmage. You say Viltach? I say Eldavin. Let the lad through. Its the kind of thing a young man just wants to do. Meet a story. That fellow, Aaron, comes here all the time?

Yes, but Archmage

Eldavin.

But Vilt

Telim had a way about him. She would have laughed if she didnt have the mask on her face. He rolled over the two. He could do that when he wanted, but he never did. What a waste. The [High Mage] cheerfully interrupted the two.

Eldavin. Also Valeterisa, for what its worth.

A new Archmage? Who was Eldavin? She had heard that name once from her guards. The woman listened, but she heard no more nuggets to stir their minds. The guards looked at each other, and then relented. They beckoned the fourth person forwards, clearly content to pass on the trouble to someone else.

That was when she saw him. The womans eyes narrowed. She saw a young man, brushing his hair back, bowing to the two guards. He looked like nothing, and she sneered as she recognized him. Like the other boy, though they were different in appearance.

Children.

She waited as he came forwards, taking the key. He stopped, sensing electricity in the air.

Would he run from that alone? Noshe bared her teeth, waiting as he approached with key in hand.

Archmage Amerys? Hello. My name is Troy Atlas.

No response. She just stared up at him. Her eyes burned, but she didnt blink. Pain, the need to blink, these were all things you could control with a rational mind. And she wanted to unnerve him. She saw the young man lick his lips.

He felt like sand. Sand magic? He was no great [Mage]. A curious little boy. He went on, after a second, face too-earnest.

Im going to unlock your mask. I hope we can talk, Archmage. Is that alright?

She said not a word. Just waited. She could lie, unmoving, for hours, until they thought she was dead. If only that did anything other than scare them. However, right now?

She waited. The woman bore this boy no particular grudge. But shewas smiling behind the mask. The prisoner waited, very still, as he inserted the key into the metal section of her mask. At this, the [Mages] stirred. Telim glanced up as he was dealt a hand of cards. He raised his voice, cautioning the boy again.

Troywatch your fingers.

The two guards both glanced up as well. The woman grinned. She felt the key turn, heard the snick, felt the magical cloth fall from her face

And lunged. Her mouth opened and she bit in a flash.

He had been ready. But this Troy was too slow. She hadnt ever caught Aaron after that first time because he was careful. But the first time

He jerked his hand back past her face. So she turned her head and bit.

The hand jerked to a stop. He shoutedyankedand she felt her teeth grind over his skin. Stop. She was biting his fingers. Three. All the way down to

She tasted blood. What a familiar feeling. The [Mages] shot to their feet. So did Telim.

Troy! 

Let him go, Amerys!

The Naga warned her. The woman laughed. She was biting hard as the young man shouted, trying to pull her jaws off his hand. She had the ends of his digits in her mouth, locked by the teeth. He would never pry her mouth off with his other hand. She was staring up at him, through a bloody grin.

The other guards were threatening her. One had a wand aimed at Amerys. The Archmage laughed silently. They had put her in a box that sucked away magic, made her a prisoner. What are you going to do to me?

Torture me? Kill me? They were [Mages] of Wistram. None of them had the stomach for it. Not Feor, Viltachmaybe Nailihuaile, if she saw the clear gain.

She bit harder and heard a gasp of pain. She could feel the bones in his fingers vibrating. The woman looked up at him.

She wanted to see his face. What will you do? Youre going to lose your fingers. Will you scream, beg? She gazed up into his eyes gleefully. She saw his expression of pain, his eyes locked on her.

Archmage Amerys! Im not your enemy. Please

A bit harder. She saw his face go pale. Telim was striding into the cell, wand raised, but he was going to be too slow. She rather liked Telim. ButAmerys grinned and continued to bite.

Thenshe saw the young mans expression change. The look of surprise, pain, fearflickered. His wild brown eyes focused on hers and he inhaled. Then he lifted his other hand and put his first two fingers together.

If you bite my fingers off, I will cast [Spear of Light].

The woman halted. She did not snap bone. She hesitated, her mouth filled with flesh and blood. Telim halted.

Troy?

His hand was shaking, but he pointed the first two fingers of his right hand at Amerys temple. He met her eyes.

I dont know if I can cast it here. But if you take my fingers, I will try. Let me go. I havent done anything to you.

The prisoner looked up at the young man. She stared at him.

Curious. That wasdifferent. He was in pain. She could feel his hand shaking through her teeth. He was breathing hard, scared

But the fingers pressed against her temple were the only calm things. She stared straight into his eyes.

Ah. Now those lookeddifferent. He wasnt in disbelief or simply panicking. If anything, he was more terrified because he knew he was a second away from losing his fingers. Even so, he pressed the tips of his fingers into her forehead a bit harder, so she felt the nails dig into her skin.

Archmage Amerys. Dont. I want to talk to you. I am not joking. I have been here before.

What a simple, casual line. She blinked up at him. In genuine shock. The woman met his eyes. She hesitated

And then Amerys teeth loosened on his fingers. She spat out his hand, and her head jerked backwards. Telim grabbed him, reaching for a healing potion. He dragged Troy back as the other two guards aimed their weapons at her.

But Amerys ignored them. She just looked at Troy Atlas as he poured a potion over his hands and watched his skin regrow. As he glanced up and met her eyes.

What a strange boy. He said strange things. Familiar things.

I have been here before.

She wondered if it was just coincidence. Or if someone had told him to say that.

Perhaps that falsely confident faker. The woman who wore masks far deeper and more complex than any other. Layers of armor over a fragile soul. Yet also, the [Vanguard]. The warrior who broke armies across her armor. Could it be?

The womanAmerys, sat up as they bound her head back with spells. But she kept watching him. He didnt run or hide, even after nearly losing his fingers, and that made him different from Aaron.

For the first time in a long while, Amerys began to hope.

Archmage Amerys sat there, spitting blood out of her mouth. His blood. Trey thought she did it just to get the clean room dirty and annoy the other [Mages].

She lookedodd. Now that she was calm, she seemed completely different from the madwoman bound up, unblinking.

Her head was bound back by little strands of magic, but her eyes were locked on him. Scrutinizing him from head to toe.

A remarkable transformation. That static charge in the air was gone. The [Mage] in front of him waswell.

A [Mage]. When she spoke, her voice had that precision that made him think of an academic.

[Light Spear] is complementary with sand and glass magic. Why did you specialize in that?

He just looked at her, cradling his healed hand. It still hurt with phantom pain. Telim was keeping an eye on them as the other [Mages] returned to their card game, but they were all watching her. Listening in? Almost definitely.

Even so, Trey didnt run. Despite nearly losing fingers to her. Her voiceit was so at odds with her image of just a second ago. She seemedrelaxed.

No.

Tired. She lay there, bound from head to toe, and Trey thought she looked exhausted. Haggard. With a deadly core of wrathbut tired. Worn out from doing nothing.

It was a strange thought, until he looked around this cell and imagined being bound like this for a day. A week. Months.

A friend told me the magics went together. So have most of my teachers.

That was all Trey said. Amerys chuckled drily.

Yes. Logical magic. Why

She paused to cough. She couldnt wipe her mouth, so she licked her lips to catch the saliva. She glanced up at Trey and curled her lip.

Why did you listen? Because you thought it was your magic? Because you had no direction? Because you agreed? If it was their plan to teach you the best magic, abandon it. Run away from their designs.

Trey looked down at her.

Why?

Amerys tried to wiggle into a better position and ended up falling sideways. She glared sideways and looked at him with a wry grin. Look at me and laugh, it seemed to say.

Magic. Is magic a set of rules you follow? Or is it passion? Are we artists or bound by logic? Optimal magic. Complementary schools. Thatthat is magic for children who want to be the strongest. You know who I am. I did not gain my levels or class by pursuing the best magic for me. I cast the spells I loved again and again.

Trey walked over and slowly rotated her shoulder so she was lying against the wall again. The [Mages] watched him, but Amerys made no move to bite him.

You mean, lightning magic?

She met his eyes calmly and chuckled. It was a rasp, tired at first, but she seemed to grow more alert with every second of talking. More alive.

Youre doing it again. It makes sense for me to have a school of magic, doesnt it? I dont call myself a [Lightning Mage]. So I am not one. I do like lightning. Every intelligent [Mage] tells me its foolish to be an elementalist at my level. That everyone will specialize in anti-electricity wards. They say these thingswhile being ten levels below me. While never having lived through one war.

She spat again. Trey and Amerys stared at the red glob on the ground. Amerys shook her heador tried to with the bindings.

Do you know how they captured me?

No.

She exhaled slowly.

Three Archmages. They tricked me into a meeting, and I didnt have a chance. I was readynot for that. Lightning, specialty, has nothing to do with why I lost. So there is your lesson. Love your magic. If you have to choose between what is efficient over what you wantfollow your heart. No matter what they do to you, stay loyal to that.

She looked at him. Her voice was raspy from lack of use. She was bound like one of the Super Silkworms that had made Telims robes. Even so, Trey was reminded of the rest of them.

Is that a metaphor for why you supported the King of Destruction, Archmage?

Amerys rolled her eyes.

No, its a random aside. At least you understand what a metaphor is. Do you like light magic?

Yes, a bit. I do think itsneat.

She laughed.

Then there you are. However. I have answered your first question, havent I? They all ask me. Thats how I answered them, every damned year. Children with the same question. Children and Archmages. Why him? Why still? Is that what you came here to ask? Like that other boy?

Trey half-shook his head, fascinated. She wasnt like what he expected at all. The nearly biting his fingers offthat was unwelcome, unexpected, yet partly what he had imagined.

This?

He sat, cross legged, and Amerys watched him. Trey Atwood ducked his head. He wondered what to say. He had said one of the things he had meant to already. And he thought she had heard it.

I came here to ask you a question, Archmage Amerys. Thats true enough. And to see that you exist, I suppose.

Do they think Im dead, then? Or has Wistram leaked secrets that I live?

Her voice was dry. Trey heard a loud voice clear behind him and turnedthe Naga gave him a warning shake of the head.

No current topics.

He nodded. Amerys gave the Naga a baleful glare. Trey turned back to her.

Archmage, I just have one question for you. Today. If Im allowed, I might come back with more. But

He looked around the cell again. Inspected her bindings. There was no visible lock or key; just sigils drawn over where cloth wrapped around her. Treys heart sankand then Amerys shifted. She looked at him as she revealed something half-hidden by her legs.

A small lock, made of pure mithril. Trey looked at it, then at her.

I just wanted to hear your perspective. On the King of Destruction. Not why you joined him. But whether you think what hes doing is for the better or the worse.

Amerys blinked a few strands of hair out of her face. Trey couldnt see the [Mages] behind him, and he didnt know if they were listening. So he went on, keeping his voice level.

I have come from Chandrar. I cannot tell you what has happenedbut I did see the King of Destructions return. He makes war againor people make war against him. In the end, it doesnt seem to matter. There is always another war. Im told thats how it happened the first time. But I wasnt there. You were. Was it worth it? All of thisyour imprisonment. Bringing Reim back. Drevish, the Architect, is dead.

She twitched. Her eyes opened, and one of the [Mage] guards stood.

Is all of it worth it? If he had won, would it be for the better?

Amerys gazed at him strangely.

Youre asking me, one of his Seven. His most trusted vassals, whether I support what my [King] did?

She began to smile, but Trey just nodded. He felt at his fingers again, and rubbed at his throat. Amerys glanced at it.

I suppose its a silly question. I just wanted to know if you had any regrets. Any reservations. Or if you saw nothing wrong and would do it all over again that way.

The Archmage lay there, eyes flickering to him, past his face. She tried to stretch out her legs, grimacing. Three times she opened her mouth before she spoke.

You know, I wasnt there for the early wars. You have heard how Flos Reimarch first rose to power, havent you? His father passed, and Hellios invaded his kingdom. He was a boy who fought to save his people.

Trey nodded fractionally. Amerys licked her lips.

Well, he made those just wars at first. The Black Judgment. Hellios. Wars for people or causes. By the time we met, he was older. A young man, not a boy, and he began some wars to conquer. That was what drew some of us. Some for causes, for what he did, or people he liberated or fought for. Others for power alone. But I? I grew up in Chandrar. Not impoverished; it has many lands as rich as any you could dream of. But Chandrar aloneeven more than Rhirit has places where all that is left is sand and dust.

Amerys tone deepened contemplatively. Like a historian going back through the worlds timeline.

Zeikhal. The Great Desert. It has swallowed a hundred thousand nations. There are nations as old as time, that bear relics of great ages, and places where everything has been lost. I am a [Mage] and scholar. I am good at war and magic, unlike my peers, who understand neither.

She gazed past Trey and grinned at someone. Amerys went on, turning back to him.

I know his kingdom will end and most likely be forgotten, even if it spans half the world. I knew it before I joined him. But he instills loyalty in me for reasons beyond gifts. More than the fact that I rode with him across so many years. More than visions of kingdoms and power, or the backing to follow magic to its core. More than the fact that I relish grand battles where we live in the dance of spells!

Amerys was breathing harder, and he could see her pushing, trying to break free. She could not, and lay limply. Looking at him.

For one reason alone, I think his cause was right. For me. There are [Kings] and [Warlords] across this world. His kingdom was bigger than most. He is not a perfect man.

Trey whispered.

No.

She nodded, eyes fixed on him.

No. But when his Seven stood around him, and that one [Steward]it was not just him. It was the best of us. And though much time has passedthough we die, I still think it is right. That it is correct, if I could join him. That I will see my world change for the better if he triumphs. For one reason alone.

Trey waited. He sat there and felt like he knew what she was about to say next. Amerys took a deep breath. She stared him straight in the eyes.

He keeps his promises.

She heard nothing in response, but Amerys saw the young mans head dip for a second.

Yes. He does.

It was not the courtyard when they met again. The [King] was at war. However, he had made camp early, thrown up the royal tent, and he was waiting when Trey Atwood stormed in.

Im done. Shes a monster. Shethat place is monstrous. It must be erased. Youdid you know what you were sending us to? Have you seen it? Im done. This world. Chandrar? Its filled with nightmares. Nightmares and tragedy andIm leaving. Let Teres go with me.

He was shaking. White-faced. The [King] rose from his chair and put aside his cup. Water. He was on campaign. He had had a bit of winebut only to toast Gazi.

This was his second meeting of the day, already eventful. The camp was buzzing. For Gazi Pathseeker had returned.

With her mended eye. That was the talk on everyones lips. Or for the presence of the Quarass of Ger, who inspired her people arguably more than even he. The cunning ruler of the ancient Shield Kingdom with endless knowledge and tricks.

A surfeit of kindness, though. He saw it all over Trey. Flos looked at the boys throat, but his eyes did not widen markedly.

Gazi had told him everything. Trey saw his look and laughed.

Thats right. She cut my throat. She let me bleed to death in front of Gazi. Sheshes insane. Im done. Acteliosthat place is

His voice was raised, and he was sweating, red-faced, eyes shining. Hysterical. The King of Destruction stood there. Trey ranted at him.

Your entire continent is filled with villains and horrors! And you! Youre turning Teres into a murderer. I thought the Quarass wasis she even the Quarass? Or did we sacrifice someone to turn her into that? Why do I have to live through all of this?

Trey. Im sorry to hear of

Shut up!

Trey shouted at Flos. The King of Destruction saw the young man point a quivering finger at him.

Juststop. Im tired of being your pawn! I know this is your fault. You asked the Quarass to make me stronger. Well done. Someone else can put up with you and tell you its alright. I wont. Not anymore. Im tired of

He searched around aimlessly. His legs buckled.

Im tired.

He sat down, into one of the chairs in the tent. Trey stared at Flos Reimarch. The King of Destruction looked at him.

Slowly, the [King] raised a cup of water and sipped from it. Trey twitched. If he had his staff, he might have tried to cast a spell.

The [King] didnt shift his gaze from Trey, but he did find a chair and sit as well. He was so uncharacteristically quiet. Flos murmured.

The Quarass

She cut my throat!

Trey screamed at him. Flos Reimarch fell silent again. He kept drinking his cup and went to fill it with the pitcher. He offered Trey a cup, saw the young mans stare, and sat back down with his. He was three sips in, and Trey was about to explode, when he spoke.

Gazi tells me Actelios Salash stirred. She also informs me you have seen a terrible thing within. Which has to do with children from your world. Tell me what you saw.

The young man looked at Flos. He had a hand on his throat; the scar was a straight line, long healed, but he kept touching it.

Actelios Salash. Thats it? Nothing about me. Nor the Quarass?

Flos coughed as he took another sip and inhaled some water by accident. He pounded his chest for a second.

Would you like me to punish her? Or rather, try? What would you have me do? Cut her throat and let her heal? Kill one of her people? That would hurt more than if I were to stab her. She cut your throat. I did not ask her tobut I did ask her to help you. She has always been merciless when she thinks she must be. I am sorry. Nothing I can say will help. So.

He put down his cup and looked at Trey. The King of Destruction leaned his full weight on his legs as he hunched over in his chair.

Tell me about Actelios Salash. Tell me what you saw.

Gazis already told you everything. I dont need to entertain you.

Trey spat bitterly. The King of Destruction didnt move.

I want to hear your perspective. You saw what Gazi did not. You havea device with recordings. I would see that too.

Trey closed his eyes. He was tired, and angry at this [King] who was so blank-faced, so calm.

So watch it. I dontIm notwheres Teres? I dont want to do this, Flos.

Even so. Tell me.

Why?

The King of Destruction watched as Trey shot to his feet. Flos Reimarch motioned him down. Trey felt an invisible weight on his shoulder and snarled, shaking it off. Flos looked steadily at him.

Sit. Tell me what you saw. Tell me what they did. To your people. To children from another world. Actelios Salash has always had its darkness, but they balanced it with fairness of choice. They have always had horror, but it seemed to me they were people who walked with it. Now, Gazi tells me they are embracing it and falling into chaos. The Quarass shall speak to me after you, and we shall talk long of the future. But before thattell me. Tell me what you have seen, Trey, and whether there are men, women, and children in the Carven City or if there are naught but monsters left.

Treys head was hanging low. Something about Flos tone made him glance up. He breathed one word.

Why?

For answer, all the King of Destruction did was pick up his cup. He drank like he was preparing for a long journey ahead, measuring each sip. He spoke past Trey, staring at a map hanging on one wall.

When I conquered Actelios Salsh, my forces took Tombhome without a fight. The Shield Kingdom did not challenge me, for the Quarass did not. They agreed to tribute Reimbut they had nothing I wanted save soldiers, which I took and used sparingly. It was never my intent to slaughter foes who surrendered or capitulated to me. Monsters? I knew the Carven Citys reputation, but I met no monsters, only strange folk. Strange as Selphids. Besides whichnations have broken themselves trying to take Actelios Salash.

His eyes went to the map of Chandrar on the wall. There was a tiny speck along Zeikhal, and he stared at that.

It is a nightmare to face a foe that assails you like they can. I was told once that their forces when unleashed would fill the battlefield with soldiers who healed incredibly fast, were tough, fearless, and in vast numbers. Not an invincible force; far from it. Yet when led by a genius and armed with poisons of Gersupported by the immortal beings of magic and the might of the Garuda? Each Shield Kingdom was part of an invincible army. Four remain, and removing one from this world is said to be a task beyond wisdom.

He put his cup down and gestured at Trey. The young man just sat there, holding his throat, looking at Flos.

No one has ever managed to destroy the cityActelios Salash itself. Believe me, they tried. They tried and found the only way to keep it dormant was to consume it from the inside. I am told King Fetohep has pledged to investigate this matter, and the Quarass is deeply disturbed. We shall speak of that, and my enemies and allies alike will put aside their quarrels for it. But Trey. Tell me of the children. Tell me what was done to them.

The King of Destructions eyes were fixed on Trey. The young man shifted. He felt the hair rising on his neck.

Why?

Flos exhaled, slowly.

You know I keep the vows I make. For better or worse. I have seen Tiqr fall, but because I swore an oath, I kept it. Trey Atwood, you have served me well, and I give you little in return. I still need you. Gazi has a plan, and if you accept

Another plan. I knew it. Another

Trey half-stood, but Flos halted him.

I know. But it is to save Amerys this time. To rescue one of my Seven, she proposes sending youand herselfto Wistram. To the Academy of Mages.

Trey sat.

Thats insane.

Gazi has a plan. I have had my own, and it dovetails nicely. I think there is a chance. I know youbut again. We will speak first of Actelios Salash. Tell me whether there is anything to save. Tell me of the injustice done to the children.

Theyre still there.

All the blood drained from Treys face. He sat there, shuddering, and Flos nodded. Gently, he gripped his cup and it cracked.

Think long and hard, Trey. Even so, think hard as you might about the goodness you saw there. About anyone who did you a kindness. About any spark of humility or morality in them. Thenwe will make a promise. A mighty oath, the like of which I have made to each of my Seven. If it will save them, redeem those children, or avenge themI will slay Actelios Salash.

Trey looked up at Flos.

Youll slay the city? Just like that?

The King of Destruction looked at Trey, and the young man shivered at the calm green gaze.

We are at war with Belchan now, Trey. With dozens of nations, on the field or in writing. I keep my promises. It will not be tomorrow. It will not be this year. But while I live, I will march with that promise in my heart. I am good at few things. But destruction? They named me King of Destruction. I can deliver you that. So think very carefully, Trey. Is there anything left in Tombhome worth saving? Because if you tell me there is notwhen that day comes, nothing will remain.

The young man sat there, staring at Flos. The mad words tumbling lightly from the King of Destructions lips. Or seemingly lightly, because he meant every one.

Is there anything worth saving? Flos gently set the cup aside; it was leaking. He got up to fetch another one.

I can do nothing for your throat, Trey. There are healers, and you shall see one. Fetohep asks for you, and he is the better ruler than I. Nor will I force you to Wistram. You can leave. I do not know what Teres will do, but I cannot stop you. However. I need Amerys.

He poured himself another cup, and Trey one, and handed the young man the cup. Flos sat down.

I see the shape of this war. It will not be soon, but it will be inevitable without her. She is the [Mage] of my Seven for war. Without her or Tottenvalwe need her. That is all. It is cruel, to send you on such a task so soon. Not right away. Fetohep first. But think on it. First, thoughtell me.

He looked up at Trey as the young man sat. He found himself drinking water, the words tumbling from his lips. Not because Flos Reimarch could comfort him or help him confront his death. Nor because the King of Destruction would offer him solace or respite. Yet Amerys was right. Trey believed one thing about Flos, flawed though he was.

He did keep his promises.

So here they were. Trey looked at the simple map they had designed.

A magical key to the Hidden Hallway. Two vastly powerful Golems. Ward spells that would alert anyone of intruders.

A second magical door. Two [Guards] and Amerys shackles, with the keyon the person of the [Guards]? No, they had no idea where the key to her actual bindings was.

This was a task far beyond him and Calac. To be honest, even with their ace in the holeunder the waterTrey feared they were in deep.

I will give you what I can. But this task will require subterfuge, secrecy, not great artifacts. I will send more than you and Gazi alone.

Trey had wondered what that meant. He looked up.

Calac. Great.

The young man saw the look.

I know Im not much of an asset, Trey. But I will do all that I can for Reim.

Embarrassed, Trey shook his head.

Its not that. JustIm sorry. Meeting Amerys rattled me.

She nearly took off your digits. That would do something to anyone.

Trey flexed his hand.

Yeah. But not just thatI cant quite explain it. Its justwe break her out. Somehow. We defy the entire academy, bring her to Reim, and its war. Shell fight.

Perhaps she can turn the tide of the war. My parents told me each of the Seven grew stronger the more they could rely on each other. With Lady Pathseeker and Archmage Amerys

Calac trailed off when he realized that wasnt what Trey meant. The [Sand Mage] just stared at the map. All this to go back where they came from and continue the King of Destructions conquests.

Was it worth it? Sacrificing Wistram, for all its flaws?

Slowly, Trey looked up at the map and the three golden pins. He sighed. Of course, he already knew his answer. He had had months to think on it.

Nowhe turned to Calac.

We cant break her out just yet. We need a plan. Now we know where she is, roughly, and what we have to do. So. Lets get to work.

Wistram was a funny place. So full of strengths and inconsistencies. Each hallway, each area different. Some built with care to memorialize greatness, or for the art of it.

Others? There was a hallway that reversed gravity on you. New students would be told to hurry to class, run onto the tiny, scintillating sandstone tiles, and flip. Literally. The only reason there werent a dozen deaths each year was because the gravity didnt slam you head-first into the new floor.

In short, Trey Atwood knew that for every impregnable wall, some [Mage] had later designed a back door. He looked at Wistram like a puzzle you could take apart.

People were puzzles. That was why he liked history; he had wondered what these old figures were like. How they thought. You couldnt know.

People in this world? Flos, Fetohep, the Quarassthey all had depths. Trey understood them, but, he felt, superficially sometimes. Even sothat was how he approached this breakout.

Pieces of a puzzle, Calac. We find a solution for each part of the prisonand then we execute. We cant do it like Flos would.

That was what hed told Calac. To which the young man had given him his huge, confused frown that seemed so aggressive to Trey at first.

How would His Majesty do a breakout?

Trey had blinked, because wasnt it obvious? He knew Flos; it wasnt hard to guesson a superficial level, againhow it might go.

Hed steal the key as soon as he found out where Amerys was and had scouted out the place in disguise. Probably mug poor Telim. Then hed try to fight the Golems with his allies or just charge down the hall, ward spells or not. Hed break the other door and stride into Amerys cellprobably shouting at the guards, I have come for Amerys. Release her or challenge me. Then hed probably try to snap her chains with his bare hands.

That was definitely Flos. Trey had delivered all that with a wry lookand seen Calac look out a window with clear admiration.

Thats amazing. Were not capable of that, though.

Which said a lot about him. Which fascinated Trey. However, Wistram?

How would you take apart the Academy of [Mages]? It was easier than Khelt. If Amerys were in Khelt, they would never get her out.

Fetohep was too precise. Khelt was too orderly. Wistram, thoughTrey ate breakfast in the banquet hall, glancing around.

Calac had joined him, but he wasnt doing more than focusing on his plate of food. Later, hed walk the Creler-hallway all day, checking to see how busy it was each time of day. Trey, thoughhe was searching for Wistrams weak points.

Which wasnt necessarily the architecture, crazy [Mages] aside. If Wistram had a weak spot, it wasthem. 

People. Trey saw how they gathered up. It was the same, even with Terras new faction. They had simply squeezed over to make room.

There were the Libertarians and Viltachs people, Humans, Terandrians. The Archmage himself who walked among them, who many thought of as supercilious or even speciesist. He was not. He was, in fact, a craftsman, in his own way, kind and certainly enthusiastic about miniature Golems. Howeverhe was pure Wistram.

Not a likely ally. Trey drummed his fingers on the table and reached for a glass of milk.

Troy? Is something wrong? Youve been staring around all day.

Emirea saw the young man glance up. He blinked at her.

Nothing. Sorry, Emirea. Im just tired.

He had to be circumspect. Trey joined the conversation with his friends while observing more covertly.

Centrists wereused to bethe biggest faction with a majority of all species, but led by half-Elves. Feors lot. Another Wistram-for-life Archmage andTrey watched the old half-Elf murmuring to his underlings far more quietly than Viltach

Someone to stay away from. He didnt like Feor. Mainly because the half-Elf reminded him of the Quarass. He was too quiet; hed suspect a lot from Trey but never let on what he was doing.

Same with Verdan Blackwood. That old Archmage sat with a handful of Dullahans, an outsider, and very invested in Baleros and the Iron Vanguard. He was, Trey noted, another bad candidate.

It was the armor he wore. If dressing was personality, Verdan Blackwood exemplified it. Cautious; he didnt speak his opinions outright, and Trey knew less of him than Feor, for all he had been here the entire time.

On the other handthere were two faction leaders who were the polar opposite. Loud, outspoken, and one was useful. The other was not.

The less useful one was, ironically, Eldavin. He was a dynamo; he hadnt even stayed for lunch. He was striding off to do more great magic after eating for almost exactly twenty minutes, and a bevy of [Mages] followed him. He was friendly to Trey, knowledgeable, an outsider come to Wistram and clearly not happy with what he found, for all he had apparently been here long before everyone else.

The problem was that Eldavin was also as sharp as one of Nawals swords, and clever himself. Manipulating him? Trey felt, again, it was like a Fetohep situation. Easier just to ask him straight out and take your yes or no. But outwitting an old person like that

No. If there was a weak point in the Archmages and each faction, it was in the now third-largest faction. The Revivalists, filled with the youngest [Mages], students, the most outspoken, and led by Nailihuaile. The Star Lamia was in a laughing, loudly-speaking circle of them, and she was the center of it all.

She was not stupid, but she was willing to take more risks than the others. She wasnt necessarily impulsive, but she was ambitious. She sat with Beatrice, that Dullahan who never smiled, and Trey had heardhe turned and murmured.

Hey, anyone know a rumor about Archmage Nailihuaile? I heard she wasntnice.

His other friends looked up. Astritha raised her brows silently. Goelv, the Gazer, closed his mouth; he didnt like gossiping, probably because so much was done about him.

Tov, the Drowned Man, raised his brows.

Thinking about joining a faction already? I thought you were with Terras.

More likeI was wondering if I could get on her good side. You know, to get something enchanted?

The others nodded. Ah. You could trade favors, even possibly get the Archmage to make you something herself if the favor was big enough. Emirea sipped from her glass of Sages Water with a straw. She piped up nervously.

Um. I speak to the Libertarians sometimes. They like me. They dont like her. You know, she used to have another helper? I heard she was a [Lady] from Terandria. Montressa du Valeros. She did something that made Archmage Nailihuaile so upsetshe got Montressa exiled.

The other students stared at her. The older students were appalled. Trey saw Tov just raise his brows. After a second, he prodded Emirea.

Thats it?

Trey, however, liked that nugget. Nailihuaile held grudges. She also did things. Calac looked at Trey and leaned over the table.

I have a big secret. Ill share it with all of you.

The others turned to Calac with great interest. That wasnt something you did, but the young man was focused on Trey. He murmured.

I heard a rumor Archmage Nailihuiale hired the [Pirates] who attacked the King of Destruction.

Trey whistled and sat back. Tov blinked from Calac to Trey.

You didnt know that?

The [Sand Mage] glanced at Tov.

No. Is it open knowledge?

The Drowned Man rubbed at his hair where it met the half-slug section of his face, which was glistening slightly. He took care to keep his Human hand away, or itd be covered in a thin layer of mucus.

Gossip about something as big as that? The Illuminary was paid in Wistram-gold. They brag, you know.

How can someone say its Wistram gold, though? Its not like Wistram stamps it.

Messill interrupted. Tov gave him a calm look; the two didnt like each other too much.

Gold and artifacts, Messill. Its obviously from Wistram. Trust me. You dont guess about Drakes and politics, do you? Like our guests. Which city is that Drake from?

He pointed at a small group sitting apart from the rest of the body. Ostensibly guests, but isolated, watching carefully.

Two groups. Treys eyes flickered over, and Messill snorted.

Fissival. Obviously.

How do you know that?

Because only Fissival would send a delegation here. Alright, alright. I take your point. And you probably could tell us Depth Mage Doroumatas ship or whatever, right?

Tov nodded. He looked at Doroumata and herdaughters, who all had the same face if you saw past their veil. They sat in a group, dressed from head-to-toe in black. Tov bowed towards them slightly, though not one glanced their way. He lowered his voice.

Dont point. Its rude. Of course I know her ship. Everyone knows her ship. Be more respectful.

Or what?

Messill scoffed, pointing harder as if to prove Tov wrong. The young man ominously glared at Messill.

Or youll need a new finger. Ever been hexed by abyssal magic?

The Drake snatched his claw back, and Trey craned his head out from the table. Wait a second. He looked back at Calac, and the [Lord] raised his brows. Hed had the same thought.

Why are the representatives of Fissival and the Drowned Fleets still here?

Trey already knew the answer. He turned, and a young woman folded her arms.

Because they know about us. Dont worry, the other guests from the other academies are being kept in the dark. Why? Is one of them bothering you? Sometimes one of the Fissival Drakes comes around and tries to chat with us, but they usually get shooed off. The creepy Drowned Women? They just stare.

Elena and Trey stood in the Earthers private rooms. Which, Trey realizedwas another Hidden Hallway that even the [Mages] didnt know about.

One that Aaron had found somehow, and, in theorycompletely secret.

Lots of different groups are finding out about Earth, then.

You have no idea. Im worried whatll happen when the truth gets out. Wistram thinks theres someone looking for usbesides them. Of course, theyre still collecting us like trading cards.

Her scowl said it all. Thoughtfully, Trey went over to one of the Earth-themed snacks that was always stocked in these rooms. He turned his back to Elena as he spoke.

Good food, magic, safetyI didnt know what I was going to find here, but it was better than war and death in Chandrar. Monsters and [Slavers]

They really have lots of [Slaves] in Chandrar? I knew it existed, butreal slavery?

Elenas voice was uneasy. Trey looked over his shoulder and saw her appalled expression. He nodded slowly.

You have no idea.

The [Beautician] considered a response.

Fuck.

Trey turned back to the snacks.

Mhm. Wistrams better than that, isnt it?

To some. But its still a cage. Nor do I trust Wistram. Honestly, Troyif you dont mind it, Im glad. Itll wear on you, though. It does after months. If they left us alone I think Id enjoy it, but they keep prodding. Even Eldavin. I thought hed be fine, but suddenly hes asking us way too muchlike that conversation about nukes. I dont feel like this is a home.

Elena was weary. She represented a vocal part of the Earthers here. Aaron was on the other end; for all its faults, he seemed content to stay. Trey nodded carefully.

Where would you go if you could go anywhere?

He stood with her, as someone played some loud music from down the hall. Elena stomped over to the door.

Hey! Shut the door! Theres [Silence] spells on it for a reason!

The door closed, and she frowned back at Trey.

Honestly? Back to Terandria. I have afriend there. But if not for thatnot Chandrar from what youve said. Anywhere, though.

She looked past Trey.

You know Leon?

Trey made a face. Elena smiled slightly and brushed at her hair.

Yes, wellhe told us about where he came from. Liscor. Pallass. Invrisil. It sounds amazing. If even half of what he told us was trueI want to see it. I dont know why he left. Probably all the monster attacks, but that sounded like the inn he was staying at, more than anything.

Hm. Yeah.

The [Sand Mage] chomped down on an clair and felt like he was gaining weight. He turned back and caught Elena watching him.

Why? We havent made any concrete plans. Everyones full of hot air, like Saif claiming he could commandeer a ship if we enchanted his airsoft gun right. Most of us

She hesitated.

Most of us dont want to leave badly enough. Thats what I think the problem is. We talk about it, but theres only a handful of people whod really leave, even if we got a magic door right here and now. Do you want to leave?

Elena frowned at Trey, and he stood there, blank-faced. After a long second, the young man looked at Elena.

Yes. But I agreeat least half of the people here wouldnt go.

He glanced out the hallway as some of the Earthers walked by. Poor Sidney, who had seen too much, but who benefitted from Salas medicine and safety. Malia, the [Thought Healer] who was trying to create something with Elenas help. Caroline, the [Writer], whose works were reaching a wider and wider audience under her alias of Heartslayi. Erik Muller, the darling of the Aquais faction, the [Actor].

Even Flynn, who was carefully watching as Sidney held Pokey, the Needlehound dog, seemed to like it here. Trey turned to Elena and saw the [Beautician] was inspecting him carefully.

She kept her appearance up. Trey had known people who wore makeup, but Elena was a professionaland a professional with magical tools as well. She looked like a fashion model, and her hair had the unreal gleam that he had always assumed was photoshopped or something. Not a single hair out of place.

However, calling her just a pretty face was incredibly stupid, and it amazed him how many people did.

The Quarass would like her. The Quarass was an expert on poisons, disguises, assassinations, powder, alchemy, and everything else in the world, of course, but Ger was known for its incredible [Assassins] and poisons. Trey touched his throat as Elena nodded.

Half wouldnt go. Some people want to. Eunhe hates the Libertarians, but its not just that. Hes a [Student] but he wants to see the world, you know? Lamonts a [Sailor]; he likes the sea, for all his stories scare the hell out of me. Basils sworn never to go back to Chandrarbut Sang-min doesnt regret landing on Terandria, even though he saw fighting. There are some people Im sure would go. Including me. But we cant get everyone on board.

Trey just nodded. He picked up another clair, stared at it, and placed it down, carefully. He glanced at Elena.

Then if we left, wed need to make them choose. Youd never get all of them. The ones who leave would have to be certain and never hesitate.

The [Beautician] peered at Trey. Her eyes lit up with sudden interest. But Trey just packed a few more clairs into a little boxthen added more food. Then moreElena began to look concerned.

Please tell me youre not going to eat all that.

Trey was beginning to know the [Mages] on duty. There was a small rotation, and apparently they were being compensated for their time, but this was still an arm-twisting by their Archmages.

The Dwarfs name was Yolv. The Nagas was Texiasha. Yolv was from the Centrists, Texiasha from the Revivalists.

Trey offered them a box filled with snacks as Sala escorted him to meet with Amerys on his second visit, and their eyes lit up.

How thoughtful! And here I thought wed have to shake down Telim again. Sala, these young [Mages] are far better than we were. Or did you help arrange this?

The Selphids gaze was amused as she looked at Trey.

Dont thank me. Troy thought of it.

Just because I feel like Im disturbing you. And I remember you mentioning that you couldnt get snacks easily unless you brought them in

The two were greedily helping themselves. Yolv brushed at his beard.

Too right. Dont you worry, young man. Youre the most interesting thing all day while were on duty. Come as much as you wantbut Im afraid youre wasting your time. Brave of you to come back, though. Braver than most. Sala, did you hear what happened last time? Telim must have told you.

He winked as Trey blushed. Sala looked confuseduntil Trey entered the room, removed Amerys mask, and sat down.

Hello, Archmage Amerys.

Its you again.

She looked patiently amused, but her eyes flicked up and down Treys face. He? He offered her an clair.

Ah! You cant feed her anything.

Texiasha raised her voice, but Yolv muttered to her.

Shes not going to bite him a second time. Its justwhats this? Another Earth food?

Amerys blinked as Trey offered her an clair. She let him insert it into her mouth and chewed it slowly, savoring each bite. When she was done she licked her lips for nearly three minutes as Trey watched.

Thatis the first thing I have eaten in months. Youre back.

Ihave more food if theyll let me give it to you.

Amerys blinked at Trey. She nodded instantly.

Thats very kind of you. Do you want something?

Trey twiddled his thumbs. Conscious of the eyes on his back, he looked at Amerys. Why was he back and asking to see her? He was no Erik, who could play a part, buthe glanced back at the Wistram mages, blushed, and leaned over.

Archmage, if I trade you, um, some food, and bring it regularly, would you tell me a few secrets? Even ones other people know about. Maybe

Amerys yellow eyes flickered over Treys face for a second with bright intellectthen her face developed into a sneer. Behind him? All three Wistram [Mages] exploded into laughter, and Trey turned beet red.

However, it was approving. Texiasha pointed her tail at Trey.

The nerve of this young man! Trading food for? I love it.

Naturally, Amerys was less enthusiastic. She bared her teeth.

Keep feeding me and Ill consider it.

Which meant that Trey came by with more food and began taking orders from the guards on duty. Not just Yolv or Texiasha.

Its not that we cant bring food; its just that we dont know what the dish of the day is. We have to stay here. Two days in a row. Yes, there are toilets and places to sleep and we can practice magic and whatnot, but its just boring. And she only talks to you.

A rather chatty Dullahan confided in Trey as the young man unpacked buttered crab legs. He was a full [Mage] of Wistram, so he didnt have his peoples customary reserve. The Human woman nodded; one of Viltachs people. Trey casually paused as he brought out some napkins.

Oh. So you have to bring all the food here yourself?

The woman smiled at him. She had a scar running all the way down her leg; shed fought in Terandria and apparently was an [Arrow Magus].

Not at all. Someone does a delivery. Not Golems; we cant order them around all the time forand this is more delicate since Amerys was never stripped of her title. For caution, we get one of the younger [Mages] to do it, but they just grab whatever they can find. No decency to get the pick of the day, like you. The only one whos ever thoughtful is that young [Bard]. Whats her name?

Mena. Thats the one. Terras. I cannot wait for Telim to be shuffled into guard duty now that Terras is an official faction.

Imagine it. Ill visit just to laugh at him.

Trey smiled, and then looked concerned.

Umcould I use the toilet?

First left, down the hall. Mind the toilets. Use the one on the right unless you like the water features.

The Terandrian woman shuddered. The Dullahan turned to her.

Its civilized.

If I wanted a water spell in my toilet, Id cast it myself

Trey hurried down the hallway. He turned a corner, looked over his shoulder, and then gazed at the carpeted intersection. His breath caught. He took a few wary steps, looked over his shoulder againand began hurrying forwards.

No way. No way

Trey Atwood pulled something out of his bag of holding. He raised it slowly.

Calac Cruslands eyes were huge in his head.

You didnt.

Trey held the object out to him.

I did.

They didnt catch you? Or notice?

Calacs hands were trembling, and he refused to touch the object as Trey set it down and configured it. The young man shrugged.

Why would they? Even if the ward spells saw me heading down the hall and not to the bathroomI bet they thought I was just curious, and I only took a minute. Tops. Then I went to the bathroom, and they were none the wiser.

But they didnt detect?

Trey Atwood was still shaking with nervous energy. He thumbed the buttonpaused as he went back too far, and Calac stared at the odd face. The uncannyplace.

Trey switched back to a far newer picture without a word. Then he handed Calac the camera.

They can only detect magic.

He had taken a recording of the entire area. Calac saw the camera pan shakily as Trey hurried down the hallway. He paused in each room, just for a second, which meant they had to play and replay each image. Even so

It is a lounge area. Look at that. There is a taproom there! Even barrels still in stock. Is that some kind of magical game?

The two young men tried to pick apart each scene. Trey pointed at the strange, oblong shape that people could stand around.

Yep. Its deactivated. Some kind of [Mage]s game. And over there you can see where theyve just set up beds. Toilets are there

Calac caught Treys arm.

Wait.

He slowed the recording, and Trey noticed something that he himself hadnt seen the first time hed gone hurrying around. The swinging view of the camera stopped, and the two stared at a dark room, some kind ofindoor garden?

Yes! Although the plants appeared to be mostly dead. The room itself transformed into loamy soil just past the doorway, and Trey saw a lot of dead plant matter on the ground. Creeping vines up the walls

Looks like a greenhouse. Or maybe a private area for a [Green Mage]? A [Druid]? What a shame.

Calac was shaking his head. He stabbed the camera screen with a finger.

Not that. Trey. Look! Look!

The young man frowned. Then his eyes went round.

Greenhouses were a feature of both Earth and this world. Of course, in both worlds, people had learned how to artificially produce light to grow plants, but that was obviously something people did because there wasnt enough natural light or they wanted year-round coverage.

If you were going to build a greenhouseeven [Mages] didnt spend unnecessary effort. Treys breath caught.

Theres no way thats real.

Calac just gazed at him. Then at the light in the picture that the forgotten greenhouse would have benefited from with a bit of water.

Theyre [Mages]. They didnt even think of it. I bet you its real.

Maybe its camouflage. Maybe its warded too.

Calac nodded.

Maybe. But

They both stared at the light shining through from outside. Sunlight, coming through the glass ceilingand a transparent door that looked suspiciously like it was open to a neat little railing and slight terrace.

A balcony.

Finding a balcony in the huge, dimensionally-challenged academy was as difficult as could be, especially because, given the twisting and changing hallways, Trey and Calac werent sure where that greenhouse balcony was.

However, they could guess based on the rough position of the Creler-mural hallway. They went one floor up and began to find every open window, terrace, balcony, or exposed walkway they could.

It was at this point where Trey started working on the other elements of his plan. He already had a simple one for the guards.

They didnt eat all the food he brought; they were picky, and he was worried if one didnt eat and the other did and Trey just happened to be sitting there while one or the other mysteriously fell asleephed be in trouble.

They were high-level [Mages] who had seen fighting. Even if Trey got the drop on one, he was certain hed lose. Plus, he didnt want to kill them.

But they do finish their meals. And if someone were to slip a sleeping potion into their food

Youd need to persuade someone to put it in. And get a sleeping draught.

Calac pointed out. Trey told him about Mena, who was one of the Terras faction and, he happened to know, also a personal apprentice of Eldavins.

What if we helped her out? We give her some food to takeshe thinks were doing her a favor.

And the sleeping draught? I suppose we could buy one from an [Alchemist]thats not hard.

Done and done.

Trey showed Calac a little bottle and note with instructions on how to use it. Calac folded his arms.

How?

Malia and Sala. I told her I was having nightmares and trouble sleeping.

Trey felt bad about it, because the [Thought Healer] had instantly gotten him a strong sleeping tonic from Sala and kept asking him how he was doing. Calac was purely impressed.

Thatthat could work! The [Mages] would be out. That only leaves the balcony, if were skipping the Golems.

We shouldnt discount them. I dont know how were freeing Amerys; they only have the key to her mask that I saw. Maybe we just drag her out, but there are ward spells, that door

The secondary door theyd set up blocked off the rest of the hallways from Amerys cell. Calac nodded.

I need to do my part, then. Ill find that balcony.

You cant just climb down out of every window you see.

Trey pointed out reasonably. Calac smiled. He looked around Treys room and pointed at the camera.

All I need is that. I can check each spot in minutes if I record.

What, put it on a string? You have to manipulate the buttons. I suppose you could record it, but itll just spin around. It has to be angled, Calac.

The [Swordsman] frowned mightily. Trey was busy trying to recreate an image of the key. Could they pick that lock? He heard Calac walking around the room then exclaim.

Wait! What about

Trey turned and saw Calac pointing to something. Or rathersomeone.

Minizi, who was rather large at this point, raised her head. Trey and Calac stared at her, then the camera. She was four feet tall, and dangerous. Heavier, with all her upgrades. Calac turned to Trey.

Lifesand Golems. Shes just sand, isnt she? Does she have to be that big?

Night. Wistrams calm bubble of controlled weather created a glassy lake. The stars shone down in every color around the Academy of Mages.

Parts of Wistram were lit up. Laughing students at parties. Voices speaking from distant windows. But this section of Wistram was quiet.

A section of stone opened, and the image of plain, grey material flickered, revealing a hidden window. A hand thrust it openand then a little figure clambered onto the balcony.

A foot-tall Golem, with something strapped to her chest. A professional camera. She looked behind her, got a silent nodand then looked down.

It was a straight drop, but there was a lip of something below. The question waswhat? The Lifesand Golem looked around, saw no one watching. So she tensedand jumped.

Minizi leapt out a window, holding the camera. She didnt fall, but jerked to a stop as the rope tied around her waist arrested her fall. Slowly, the Lifesand Golem descended, rotating and aiming the camera.

A little red light flashed as the lens panned across the outside of Wistram. The Lifesand Golem peered around, aiming the camera for thirty seconds. Then she reached up and tugged on the string.

Once.

Calac Crusland lowered it further. He leaned against the window, ostensibly taking in the night air. He nodded as a [Mage] passed him without a word, and blocked their view of the right side of the windowsill. He fed more rope down from the spool he was holding until he felt two jerks. Thenthe rope began to swing.

What was she doing? Calac risked a glance and saw Minizi swinging herself back and forth. The Lifesand Golem reached out and grabbed the edge of a balcony.

Minizi! What are you doing?

He hissed, but dared not be louder because a laughing group of flirting male [Mages] following a few female peersCentaurs allwere trotting down the hallway. Calac could only stand and stare out the window, hoping there was no one there.

Then he felt three quick tugs on the rope and began to pull her up. He saw a smug little Lifesand Golem aiming a camera at him and exhaled as he reached out to put her in the rucksack.

Shes too intelligent. Are you sure she cant think?

Calac pointed at Minizi as she returned to her main body. The little Golem walked into her larger form, and larger Minizi stirred.

Trey frowned at Minizi. The angle of the camera was certainly good, and he saw her swinging towards the balcony.

I dont think shes stupid, but shes not a Sentient-class Golem according to the Quarass. Notyet. Calac. Have you seen this?

The [Lord] raised his head as he flopped back into his bed. Hed spent the last eight days and nights canvassing every window he could find. This was one balcony of many, and the cameras memory was filling up. Trey kept deleting all but their reference materialand the original pictures on the camera. He felt guilty doing it, but it was useful, and the [Mages] had confiscated his iPhone for inspection, which meant playing Flappy Bird and whatnot.

No. Is it?

He sat up as Trey silently showed him the footage. Calac took one look and cursed.

Trey, thats not the greenhouse!

No. But look at the stonework, Calac. Its changed to that interior wood designand the walls look like the stone of the balcony. Its not granite, or regular stone. Its got that odd green-tinge we thought was mold.

Iveine stone.

Calac whispered. He looked at Trey.

Im on it. Ill find out where this was and see if we can get access to that. If nothow are the locks coming?

Trey smiled. This too was done in part with his Lifesand magic. He showed Calac something.

Take a look.

There was a lock, an actual lock and tumblers on the table. Calac eyed it.

Where did you get?

I found a door and blasted it out. Dont worry, its just a cheap lock. And take a look at

Trey raised a finger, and Calac saw some rust-red sand gather around it. A little, plain key with two simple teeth appeared. A stereotype of a key, too large and, Calac was sure, not the key for this lock.

But then Trey poked it at the lock, and Calac saw the Lifesand ooze into the cracks. The key morphed, and Trey frowned.

The trick ismoving the tumblersaha!

He twisted the key, and Calac saw the mechanism move. He heard a click, and saw the bolt shoot out. Trey glanced up at Calac.

Locks picked. I wonder if Amerys lock needs that key?

The [Lord] was agog.

Ththen that just leaves the Golems. If we even have to fight them. The Golems and the ward spells. Then

In silence, the two young men looked at each other. Mages down. Both doors opened and Amerys locks. Balcony?

Calac found the balcony the next day. That just left the ward spells. And a distraction. Trey thought he had an idea for the distraction too.

Calac and Trey walked around the next day with a spring in their steps. A bit of swagger. Their friends noticed it. Of course, when asked, Trey just claimed hed learned a new spell, and Calac honestly said hed leveled up as a [Mage].

Neither one could tell the others the truth. Which was that they were taking apart Wistram like a jigsaw puzzle.

Its definitely the balcony. We land, we go inwe just need to bypass the wards. What are they? Do they [Detect Life]? Movement? Who do they report to, the [Guards]? If so, weve knocked them out.

I dont know. I also dont know if those two Golems ever patrol.

Trey leaned against the ballroom theyd found that looked straight down into a suspiciously plain little outcrop a floor down. Far, far below, they could see the surf meeting the cliffs, and Treys stomach sank a little.

Itssixty feet. We scale down with a rope. An enchanted rope. I barely got Minizi down far enough to photograph the inside the first time. But TreyI bet you we can put her down in the greenhouse.

Interesting. But not without a counter to the wards! I can try to figure them out next visit. Thats tomorrow.

Treys heart was beating fast. Calac was shifting from foot to foot.

Can you do it faster? The war isnt going well. His Majesty is injured, and the armies are approaching Reim.

Weve nearly got this, Calac. Just give me a day. As for ward spellswait. I have an idea. Let me do a bit of prep work. How are we doing on the distraction?

Calacs eyes glinted. He patted his side.

I was just about to do my part on that.

Calac Crusland casually strolled past one of the many doors in Wistrams hallways meant for residents to live in. There were entire wings devoted just to that, but this wasnt a space normally held by students or even [Mages].

This was the guest suite. The young man kept moving at a slow saunter, waiting as a trio of veiled young women slowly glided down the hall. They were one of the most notable guests of Wistram.

Drowned Folk. Half-Starfish Drowned Women.

Identical to their mother. Calac Crusland slowed down, glanced over his shoulder casually, and pulled something out of his pocket. He slid it under the door as he bent down to tie his shoes.

A little note. The young man stood up, checked himself, and went on his way. He was long gone by the time the door opened, a minute and a half later, and a face poked out, casting left and right down the hallway.

Miss Mena. Are you busy?

The [Bard] turned as she inspected the morning buffet table for the best picks she was placing into a pair of wooden boxes. Other [Mages] jostled her, reaching for food, but she calmly shoved back.

Hey. Quit it.

Youre the one pulling a Telim!

Its not for me, its a delivery. Shove me again and Ill web your feet. Oh. Hello. Isnt it Troy? Grand Magus Eldavin teaches you too!

She gave him a huge, beaming smile, and Trey ducked his head.

Thats right. Are you busy?

Im justthats it, [Sticky Webs]!

Mena swore, turned, and pointed at someones feet. There was a snigger.

[Dispel Magic]. You donthey, why isnt it dispelling. Wait, wait

Trey watched the confidence turn to panic as the [Mage] overbalanced, sending utensils, food, and everything else flying updown onto them.

The [Bard] gave him a superior look as she pocketed her wand. Trey stared at her.

[Dispel Magic] didnt work?

That was Grand Magus Eldavins teaching. The other students looked at Mena as she packed her food and levitated the two boxes after her. She nodded at Trey.

Im just doing a delivery. I can talk. Is there something the Grand Magus needs? I can go find him right after this.

She turned to him eagerly, and Trey saw the same look a lot of [Mages] had. It made himuneasy. It was the kind of pure adoration or loyalty that made him think of

The King of Destruction. Someone swept up in the cause.

Gazi looked like that. At times. But she was tempered by years of knowing Flos. This? Gazi was a Gazer, and she watched Flos with a hint of this passion. But this was closer to blindness.

Not Eldavin directly, no. Can I walk with you?

Mena visibly hesitated. She glanced ahead.

Im going somewhere private. Up till there is fine, but

Youre making a delivery to the guards. I know. Grand Magus Eldavin has let me visither.

Trey finished Menas sentence. The [Bard] turned to him, surprised, then smiling.

Of course you know. In that case, come with me. Do you know what hes planning for his Archmages coronation? I mean, ceremony? Its coming up soon.

Trey shook his head.

No more than anyone. Does he say anything to you?

Mena frowned.

Teura knows, Im sure. Shes had some of the older mages working hardbut I didnt hear more. Thats just gossip; dont repeat it. What do you think of her? Grand Magus Eldavin went to speak with her once, but he hasnt again.

I bring her food. And the guards.

Thats you whos doing it?

Mena exclaimed. Trey nodded and she laughed and slapped her forehead.

It all makes sense! The guards tell me someone else has been feeding them properly. Im glad someone does. You know, the other people doing deliveries dont even bother checking what they put in the boxes? One packed an entire loaf of bread in and eight raw carrots one time.

Really?

They were chatting as they came to the Creler mural. Trey slapped his forehead as Mena fished for the key.

You know what? I shouldnt.

She smiled sideways at him.

Dont be dramatic. Its not as if you dont have permission.

But the Golems. You know, the wards?

The [Bard] shook her head. She glanced up at Trey and bowed her head.

Archmage! No, its fine. I have an amulet, and the wards are spelled to ignore it, or thats what they said.

Trey smiled, but the back of his neck suddenly prickled. He casually turned his head, nodding.

Archmage Viltach. Good morning to you as well.

Troy. On anothervisit?

The Archmage of Terandria smiled as he passed by Mena and Trey. The young man nodded slightly, suddenly feeling a littlesweaty. Mena just nodded, brushing frazzled hair out of her eyes.

Just keeping them fed, Archmage.

Very good. Dont let me keep you. Troywe must speak about Minizi, later. Perhaps a dinner?

Perhaps, Archmage. I, uh, have a lesson with Grand Magus Eldavin late.

Viltachs expression changed. The friendly, bearded Archmage looked at Trey withwhat? Envy? Betrayal? Resignation?

Just a hint of it, for a second, and he nodded ruefully.

You do have to report to your Grand Magus. Another time, then.

He passed by, and Mena calmly turned the key in the lock. Treys stomach flutteredbut then they were standing in front of the Golems.

I dont know how you walk past them alone, even with the amulet.

She tugged it out of her robes and shrugged as Trey stared at it.

Its not exactly hard. They scare the older [Mages], and theyre unsettlingbut they wouldnt go straight to killing you. Honestly, they could open up this Hidden Hallway and no one would get hurt, even if they did wander in here. All these wards? The Golems? Hey, I showed you my amulet!

She waved an irritated hand as she walked forwards with the floating breakfast boxes, and the two Golems swung down swords to block her way. She lifted it again, and their glowing gem eyes flashed. The two arms rose, and Trey tried to unwet himself. Hed actually come close

W-what was that?

Mena strode on, heedless of the Golems. Trey thought he saw the hidden ward spells thanks to Eldavins tutelage, but all he could make out was a faint tracing of magic. Therethere

Theres one.

Mena pointed it out on the wall, and Trey nearly jumped out of his skin. The [Bard] smiled at him.

Youre beginning to see them, arent you? Good! Eldavin will be pleased. Even full [Mages] cant, but they werent taught by a real [Grand Magus]. These are the same ones as all the areas the old [Mages] want to keep private. Youre only a 1st Year, so you probably havent seen any.

No

The [Bard] winked at him.

Theres wine cellarsonly higher up. Private libraries with spell tomes, and so on. Older students try breaking in. The stupid ones get caught and punished, but the smart ones dont even bother dodging wards or security Golems. Just get one of these.

She flashed the amulet at him. Trey saw a circle, surrounded by eight different symbols. Elements? He thought he saw stylized representations of different elementalist spell schools.

Wait. Just that amulet?

Its keyed to most secure places. The trick is knowing whos set up the wards. If its a big factionthey share this amulet around. Now, if an individual [Mage] has secured a wing, all bets are off, but if its Centrist, Revivalist, Libertarian, or any of the main factions shared property

Really?

At this point, Trey and Calac were wondering why they had ever thought it would be difficult. Noit had been. They had come to Wistram not knowing what was what, and Trey had needed to find the right people.

Eldavin arriving was a stroke of luck, and without being an EartherMinizi was also invaluable. Lifesand, though Trey still hated to admit it, was beyond useful, and the Quarass had armed him with a trick that had gained Viltachs favor as well.

Hows the distraction going?

I think its set. We dont need long. So lets go over the plan.

Trey had just returned from a long chat, and his voice was scratchy, but he walked over as Calac laid out their blueprints.

Now, they had a full vision of the breakout. It went like this, as Calac summarized:

Archmage Amerys is being held in a magically-restricted room, here, surrounded by two experienced battle-mages. They have a magic door which blocks their way to the rest of the area, which is a converted lounge and private area. There are two ways in: one through the Creler-mural and two giant guard-Golems. Anotherthrough a balcony from the Dazeid Ballrooms and a sixty foot descent. There are ward spells throughout the area, but theyre apparently keyed to an amulet all advanced [Mages] have.

Trey nodded. He was shaking with anticipation and broke in.

The plan is simple. We have oneally who we signal a day in advance. At nightfallno

Calac corrected him.

Before that.

Trey nodded.

Before that, we have to be ready. So on the day of the event, Mena will deliver both [Mages] their food. We need to slow her down, maybe even delay her or hope shes doing a lunch delivery. That way theyre hungry. They eat the drugged food and are passed out by the time we arrive.

Calac traced a route through the map of Wistram.

We are in place in the Dazeid Ballroom and descend using ropes. We camouflage ourselves with spellsone of us needs to learn [Camouflage] or [Invisibility].

Just [Camouflage]. Even Eldavin couldnt teach me a Tier 4 spell that soon.

Calac nodded.

Or potions or scrolls. We land in the balcony, and one of us uses an amulet to bypass the wards and the other sticks by them. We get to the door.

He paused at the door.

Unlock it. Thats your job. We get to the guards and make sure theyre asleep and wont come after us. I can do that. Mother told me how to bind a [Mage] so they cant easily escape.

Trey nodded.

Then we try to free Amerys. If we cantwe go to Gazi and bail out the window. Straight down again. So two sets of ropes. Were on a ship. I bet you her sword can break the bindings.

Calac nodded. He scrubbed at his chin; he hadnt remembered to shave, so a light stubble was growing.

The main thing is we dont want anyone checking on the guards. We need a distraction. Which youve set up.

He turned to the young man, and the Earther sobered for a second.

Yes. I think so. Ive gotten it rolling, but itll be something, either way. Itll definitely cause a distraction. Its not nice, though.

He looked at Calac, and the young mans eyes flickered to the camera and then to Trey. He shook his head.

No. Its not. But just know that I appreciateyou doing it. They wont get hurt.

They wont. This is Wistram. They dont cast magic to kill.

Trey repeated that. He looked at the map, trying to put it out of his head. Did they even need a distraction? Too late now.

The only thing we cant account for arethe Golems. If they patrol, were dead. I need time to break that lock. We need to make sure they never leave that room.

The [Lord] nodded, but cautiously.

How do we do that? On another visit?

Trey shook his head. He looked around and saw a figure practicing her sword swings. Perhaps because she saw Calac doing it? She had no muscle to build, but he thought it suited her. Minizi looked up as Trey smiled.

I have a better idea. And itll help us finalize our plans.

Minizi checked herself. Harness in place? Check. Amulet? Double-check.

No camera this time. She had to move fast, and besides, Trey needed the camera for the other part of his plan; theyd already finished that.

Calac had a spool of enchanted rope in one hand, and he was checking Minizis harness. The Lifesand Golem peered down at the balcony.

Remember, Minizi, just go down, inspect the hallways, and come back up. Dont be spotted!

Can you see what she sees?

Calac murmured as the Lifesand Golem nodded repeatedly at Trey, almost impatiently. The [Sand Mage] grimaced.

Vague impressions at best. No ones teaching me Golem-magic, not even Eldavinbut I think shell be able to communicate to us if she sees the Golems on patrol.

How long do we leave her there?

Minizi leapt from the balcony, was caught by the rope, and smacked into the stone wall. Trey and Calac winced. Alright, when they did it? Dont do that.

The Lifesand Golems head slowly reformed as she carefully descended with Calac feeding her the rope. She wiggled, trying to swing herself towards the balconys railing. Trey shrugged.

Maybe an hour? Two? Just so we know they dont patrol. One hour would be fine.

We just stand here?

No, we anchor the rope with [Sticky Web] right outside the window and walk away. No onell see it.

They were on the far side of the academy, and even if some ship captain were sailing inCalac nodded. He was tense, but with excitement as much as anything else.

Minizi was halfway down. Trey turned to Calac.

You never did tell me how you got the amulet.

The [Swordsman] was embarrassed. He turned away.

Aan older [Mage] in the Libertarians likes me. We were practicing with the sword and I suggested she divest herself of things getting in the way.

Oh. Oh.

The [Lord] didnt look at Trey.

Im ashamed of stealing it from her. Even if she notices, though, shell just think I stole it, if she connects it to me at all.

He was a [Spy]! Trey didnt know what to say, but he knew that Calac was guiltier then he let on. Solemnly, he patted Calac on the shoulder.

Im sure its not hard to get a replacement. Lets just see about Minizi.

Calac nodded. He peered down; she was ten feet away from the balcony. He turned to Trey.

Do we signal her tonight if we dont see anything?

Treys mouth went dry at the thought.

Ino. We have to set up the distraction. Butin three days? In three days?

Calac looked at Trey, and the other young man returned his gaze of half-disbelief. Just like that? In three days?

Minizi jerked the rope once, impatiently. She was almost down and wiggling to get into hiding. Calac hurriedly spooled the rope down. Trey gazed out into the ocean.

Ill signal her myself. Sheshe told me all I had to do was find her, and shed come when I did. But in this case, I th

Calac was turning back to Trey. He lifted his hand, fed Minzi another foot of rope, and the air shook.

Whoom. Trey heard the sound and felt part of the rumble. Thena moment later, felt a flash of heat. A spray of smoke and dust and sand geysered up, and he recoiled. Calac stumbled backwards, line suddenly slack. Smoke billowed up as the two young men stared out the window.

What was

Trey leapt up.

Minizi!

He stared down in horror and saw the balcony below was filled with smoke, dustand a huge crater. Calac pulled at the rope and found a burning stump was all that was left. They looked at each other.

Then the klaxon alarm began to ring. From belowthe balconyechoing upwards. Trey and Calac heard a loud, and calm, and familiar voice of a [Mage] speaking.

Hello. This is Galei of Ullsinoi. Someones trying to break out the Archmage. They might be dead. Sound the alarm. Hello, if youre hearing this, they just ran into our traps. This is Galei of Ullsinoi. Someones

The two young men stared down in paralysis for a good ten seconds. Then they heard shouts of alarm from below. Someone threw open a window up and to the left.

What was that sound?

The two young men looked at each other and then Trey slammed the windows shut. They ran for it.

In his rooms, Minizi, the main body, sat up with a sudden jerk. The little sand-Golem looked around, and then folded her arms. She didnt really understand all of it. She didnt know the politics, the drama, the stakesbut she was certain of one thing from her trials in the depths of Wistram, clearing out trapped rooms. She could have told Trey and Calac that.

Theyd underestimated those twisted [Mages].

Theyd got got.

It was amazing how little the explosive trap and alarm was remarked on in the rest of Wistram. It was barely a footnote and even thenno one knew the reason why, only that an explosion had happened.

Which was normal life in the Academy of Mages, apparently.

Within Amerys prison though, things were a different matter.

Telim walked with Trey again, and the young mans heart was fluttering out of his chest. He did not want to be here. He shouldnt have been here, but like a fool hed kept up his regular visits to Amerys.

He clutched a basket of snacks like an alibi to his chest. Nor did he have the luxury of chatting with Telim to create anything like a relaxed atmosphere or a cover story.

[Mages] were all over this area. Two were casually lounging outside the Creler-mural zone. And the ones inside?

There were now six Guardian Golems, two in their original spots, two more in the hallway, and two on patrol. Telim stopped when he saw them.

Six? I didnt know we had six of them! This is a bit overkill, isnt it? Has something happened?

He looked at Trey, and the young man tried to seem as shocked as possible. Telim glanced around. He peered down the shag hallway currently being torn up by the huge feet and called out.

I say! Yolv! Has something happened?

The Dwarf [Runic Warrior] was standing in the hall, armored up and shielded behind his magical barriers, in discussion with no less than eight other [Mages]. IncludingTreys mouth dried up.

Galei, the Centaur of the Ullsinoi faction. Trey looked past him at an exasperated man and turned a shade paler.

Archmage Viltach was there too. He and a Libertarian were talking with the Ullisinois representative and other [Mages] assigned to this duty. Nailihuiale slithered out of a room and caught sight of Telim.

Whos this now?

The Centaur tilted his head and regarded Trey with a keen eye.

Troy Atlas, one of the Earthers, and Telim. Are you here for guard duty?

You will never get me sitting guard duty for days on end. Galei, Archmages. Has something happened with Archmage Amerys?

Viltach, Naili, and the other [Mages] exchanged looks. Viltach folded his arms, and Yolv coughed, spotting Trey.

This might not be the time for a visit, Telim. Something did happen. Were recreating the security on this floor. Which means, apparently, how many guards?

Lets call it an even twelve. You can play cards or something.

Galei spoke. The Centaur had an amazing mane of hair, silver grey, and a wicked smile over his kilt-like robes. He looked like mischief and had a balanced pair of spectacles on his face. Half-moon. No, he didnt need them, but hed added them after hearing stories of Earth.

He and another [Mage] who wore Ullsinois curious eye-sigil on their robes faced the other [Mages]. Instantly, one of the Dullahans present complained.

Twelve? Ullsinoi doesnt contribute its members. Were not having twelve guards, Galei. Or is it Galei-Taxiela? Am I even speaking to a person? You lot are as trustworthy as quicksand.

She went to prod Galei, and the Centaur laughed as she poked his stomach. He covered it protectively.

Stop that! You know, quicksand isnt actually that dangerous. Now, Freefall Quicksand is the stuff thatll bury you up to your nose in a moment. Wed contribute guardsbut its a matter of trust. Were willing to put in the magic, though. See?

He nodded and two more [Mages] came strolling down the hall. Treys heart sank. Because the lovely shag-and-wood hallway no longer led towards the improvised door which Amerys was imprisoned behind. One of the [Mages], a smiling Drake with fiery orange scales, clicked his claws

And the hallway devolved into a shadowy maze filled with smog. Labyrinthine walls thirteen feet talland, oh yes. Ominous cello music.

Dead gods.

Yolv took one look at the enchanted maze and turned to Galei. He raised a finger and pointed at the maze.

You put it back. You bastards! It takes fifteen minutes to get through that shit! I am not walking fifteen minutes to use the toilet!

True. Itd take you fifteen minutes to run.

Galei and the other Ullsinoi mages started cackling with laughter. Yolv just rolled his eyes.

Short jokes. Archmage Viltach, please, speak some sense into them!

Im still waiting to know what happened. Excuse me? Is Amerys free? Did someone try to break her out?

Telim waved a hand. Viltach glanced at Trey, and the young man kept his face as straight as possible. He sighed loudly.

We know what happened, Telim, roughly. This is privatebut it appears Ullsinoi, not trusting to our safeguards, has been trapping this entire area with spells in case someone were to attempt to free Amerys. They planted powerful spells that could have hurt our own guards

We were more clever than that. Its directional. You walk out for a breath of fresh air, you dont explode. Now, if you landso long as no one started hopping there, they were fine! Besides, youd spot it. Probably. Maybe. Nah, we hid it well.

One of the [Illusionists] remarked cheerfully. Yolv swore, and the other guards looked at the Ullsinoi [Mages] askance.

You didnt think to tell us? Weve been guarding Amerys

Galei interrupted calmly.

Poorly. You didnt think about the balcony. Dont get out of ityou didnt. Thats why we put a spell there; because were on your side. On the window, too.

What window? The [Mages] present refused to acknowledge Galeis point. They just glaredand Nailihuiale sighed loudly.

The point is that one of their spells went off, Telim. Which has led to Ullsinoi condescending to tell us how flawed our security is.

Galei cast a glance towards Trey. His eyes lingered for a second on the young man.

And he proves my point. Visitors. Even feeding Amerys snacks. You want to keep her prisoner? Do it properly.

Trey jumped as the Centaur pointed at him. Viltach frowned, and Telim muttered.

This is allastounding. Astounding! Ullsinoi, helping out directly? But the spellwhat happened? Someone did try to get in? Did they turn into silkap or what?

No. We know what happened. We did investigate, Telim. Despite what Ullsinoi might think, were not idiots.

Viltachs eyes rested on Trey for a moment, and the young man waited. This was it. He tried to think of something to sayand Archmage Nailihuaile sighed louder.

Emirea du Merrimom.

Huh? Treys mouth opened. Of all the namesTelim started.

Isnt that your friend, Troy? What about her? She tried to

Nailihuaile lifted a claw.

No, no. The poor girl. She was the victim. Apparently she feeds birds; the Merrimom estates. Poppingjays or some stupid things. Well, she feeds the seagulls here. She named one Beaky or something inaneI say that in past tense, because the child was happily watching her little friend fly around when it must have crapped on the spell or landed for a moment. Ullsinoi blew it into bits.

Treys mouth was open. Galei bit his lip, and the other Ullsinoi [Mages] looked away. Naili turned to Viltach and the others.

She came to me, screaming, with a handful of bloody feathers in her hands, and when I realized what had happened

It was too much. Galei and the other three Ullsinoi [Mages] cracked. His cheeks bulged, and they started laughing so hard the Centaur had to lean on a wall to stand up. One actually went over, she was cackling so hard.

Oh, forGalei! This is not a joke!

Viltach snapped. The Ullsinoi [Mages] kept laughing.

Thats hilarious! Dont glare at me! Its a damn seagull!

Galei was wiping tears from his eyes. Trey almost laughed himself. He felt his would be hysterical, though.

Poor Emirea. But the luck! One seagull fatality meant that no one had asked questions. HoweverViltach turned to the maze, and sighed.

I suppose we can rethink the security precautions.

Yes.

Galei stood upright, and glanced at Trey, Telim, and nodded to the hallway.

For instance, we can put more Golems in. Lets have all six guardian golems. More [Mages]. And turn off the false wall in the mural walk.

What?

Archmage Naili and Viltach looked at him. The Centaur sighed, his face expressing every level of weary resignation.

A wall to keep us all boxed in means reinforcements have to turn that key. It means theyre funneled in. Open this area up. Keep the Golems. Add more [Mages].

He smiled cheerfully as the other factions looked at each other.

Take my advice. Or dont. But trust meif you want to keep Amerys secure, youre going to need to sacrifice a few birds. Ohare those snacks?

He flicked his hand, and Trey jumped. Galei chomped down on a fruitcake and smiled. He turned to Trey and trotted past him.

The point to making a prison is to make it impossible to break out ofat least, if you want to keep someone inside. You lot are far too nice. People trying to break into my domain only get one shot.

He winked at Trey and dropped the fruitcake back in the basket. Silently, the young man stared up at him as Viltach sighed again.

Trey Atwood and Calac Crusland sat together. In silence. They had the warding stones up in their room, but they said not a word.

Minizi silently and expressively sucked down a thimble of Treys blood in the corner. She was rejuvenating her lost sand; even she couldnt reclaim it after it was blown to bits like that.

All their plans were in shambles. The layout of the prison was completely redesigned. Worse?

They were made. Maybe. Possibly? Trey kept thinking back to Galeis comments. But for Emirea, they would be caught.

And even if they werent, and they had a second chancewhat were they supposed to do? He didnt know. Worse, the veil had been stripped away and Trey realized how bad their plan was.

He just pictured it, again and again. Him and Calac landing on the balcony, all set to break Amerys out andboom.

He had no ideas and no more time. An army was marching on Reim to besiege it. Trey searched for the words to express how he felt. But it was Calac who did.

I let them down. Its arrogance.

Trey bestirred himself. The [Lord] was looking at his hands.

I didnt understand the King of Destruction. I thought I was better than I was. No wonder my father didnt trust me. This was my chance and

Were up against Level 50 [Mages]. Its just us versus the Academy. WeFlos himself said it was a long shot. He said there was limited help he could give, and that we might fail. I thinkhe was even testing to see if I wanted to stay.

Trey murmured. Calac looked at him and turned away, towards his window.

Were just fools. I dont think he believed that, Trey. I used to think you didnt deserve anything. Let alone his ear. But youyou came up with most of that plan. You had so much set up. I couldnt contribute enough. If I were better at magic, or thought things through

Neither one of us is good enough. Calactheres pieces. Were not sharing Amerys cell. We have to try again.

The [Lord] was staring at the three golden pins in Reims capital. He nodded.

We must. But were not good enough. Not us two. Not a [Sand Mage] with a Lifesand Golem and a [Lord] who knows the sword and a bit of banditry.

He looked ironically at Trey, and the [Sand Mage] nodded. The lights were dim in their room, and they sat in the dead of night. They had blown out almost every candle; it fit their mood.

Minizi sat, drinking blood. She had a gem for an eye, and bones of mithril. The Lifesand Golems sand eye swiveled to Trey, to Calac.

What was wrong with them? They were so silent. So still. So hopeless. All Trey had done when hed come back was go to Emireas room. She was still crying and mourning her friend, Beaky.

Trey had returned, lit a simple candle, and placed it by his windowsill. It guttered as it cast a long shadow over the room. Like despair?

They were so still, Minizi wondered if they were sleeping. But they did not, in her experience, sleep standing up. The Lifesand Golem saw Calac glance at the candle.

Then Trey.

It wavered. A single, burning glow now. It was very dark outside. The clouds covering Wistrams night sky. Parts of the academy glowed, but two statues and a little Golem sat in the room.

The candle. Minzi stared at it. She was aware of some things. She was aware of being unaware of things. Like the traps in Wistram that Trey and Viltach sent her to try and clear. She learned to dodge themsometimes by running into them two dozen times and finding a route by trial and error.

But she did learn. Context clues. Some were easy, like a bit of raised stone, a change in gradation that mortal people would miss, but was as obvious as the sun to a Golem.

Some things were harder. But thisthis was more of a common-sense issue, so it took Minizi a while to figure it out.

The candle moved and danced as the night air entered and left. It was just a candle, melting low, lower. But something was off about it.

The flame. Minizi really tried. The flame was no bigger or smaller than regular fire. It was not hotter or colder that she could tell. So what was it?

Ah. Perhaps it was simply that the flame was invisible. At least, to Minizis eyes. She saw the wax melting, but she did not see the flame, just the place where it distorted the air.

But that was fine. She had been made in someones image, but her eyes were sand. Her body was blood and sand, and the boy who had created her had many mixed emotions in his chest.

Desperation. A cold determination when he looked at the camera. Fear. Apprehension. Uncertainty.

And a growing feeling of

Expectation?

Minizis head tilted sideways on her body. Slightly oversized, like a bobblehead. A cute little being with a sword. Razor-sharp teeth.

She didnt know what she was based on, only that she was. The Lifesand Golem stirred as Calac and Trey looked towards the window.

The candle guttered out. Both boys sat in silence. But Minizi heard it.

The faintest sound in the world. Ascraping sound. Very faint. Metal on stone.

She rose to her feet. The little sand hand grasped her sword.

A claymore. Viltach, the other creator, had laughed when Trey suggested it. Fitting.

Why? Minizi stared at her reflection in the blade. Dreadlocks of hair around a huge, central eye. Four smaller ones over a mouth filled with pointed teeth. Four fingers on each hand.

That was allnot like Trey. Not like anyone, except for Goelv. But the eyes were different. Minizi touched her face.

She had no skin. Or rather, the sand detailing her didnt depict regular skin. Her fingers, her body had an oddsegmented quality to it.

Like armor. A flexible armor of banded scales, from neck to toe. The Lifesand Golem heard another crunch of something digging into stone and looked up. She raised her sword and heard something outside the window.

Like a rat. The really big ones. Minizi tottered forwards, ready to swing her sword and rightly end it. Trey started as the Lifesand Golem charged past him.

Minizi. Wait

The little Golem raised its sword with a strength that shocked Trey when he tried to stop her. A huge, pointed grin on Minizis face. She brought the sword down towards the windowsill

A hand caught the blade as it fell. The impact made no sound, save for the muffled thump. Minizi jerked backwards in surprise. She aimed her sword again, as the four-fingered hand flicked it back. Curious, stumpy fingers. Almost like

The Lifesand Golem saw a head rise over the ledge. Trey had frozen in place. Calac had left his chair and was half-kneeling, staring upwards. Minizi looked up, raising her bladeand stopped.

The hair was wet. The skin was a dusky orange, an alien tone again, save for one. Yet the head had dark brown hair. Andfive eyes.

Four small ones around a central eye, so large it dominated that odd face. The eye. Oh, the eye.

The pupil glowed. So did the iris. Under the darkness, the vast eye stared down at Minizi. The Lifesand Golem looked into that eye and saw the pupil was not one plain ring of color.

It was a kaleidoscope which changed subtly, running from a bright yellow to streaks of red. An eye with no visible blood vessels.

It locked onto her like a beam from a distant lighthouse, and the Lifesand Golem felt a strange presence. The other four eyes rolled around, moving up into the other beings skull, flicking left to Trey, Calac.

Moving in every direction, independently of one other. The dreadlocks swung, dripping with salt water, as the head rose higher.

Then came the body, slimmer, covered from head to toe in a strange, rust-colored armor. It looked cheapuntil you saw how it moved and flexed, perfectly. A suit that adhered to the wearers body without flaw, watertight, untarnished despite its long submersion in water.

Slowly, the Lifesand Golem backed up. She had never feared anything in her life. She had never been disconcerted or afraid, save for what Trey did.

Yet her reaction was completely different from his, the leap of hope and affection in his heart.

Like a giant, she rose, spilling softly into this room like a cat, stretching, adjusting the huge sword on her back.

A claymore. A huge weapon, but she moved easily with it, sliding through the window and landing. Looking around.

An eye. Focusing on Trey, pupil dilating, at Calac, and swiveling around. Then, in the darkness, Minizi saw the eye flick to her. She saw that curious face open.

Gazi Pathseeker opened her mouth, and her teeth were sharp as they glinted under the moonlight. She stretched, hand going to her sword as ocean water ran off her armor. Aching like a prisoner long buried under the waves.

She regarded her little replica with amusement and interest, and looked at her student. She smiled.

You look lost, Trey Atwood. Do not be. Now is the time. Time to break a flowers bonds. To set lightning free. You have found her?

Trey nodded slowly. The half-Gazer smiled. Minzi stared up and saw how to smile with her face. Like terror and delight. Like bottled carnage and expectation and wrath. Gazi smiled and nodded.

Then, I will free her.

Authors Note: I planned two chapters. Its probably three.

I make these plans, you see, and tell you, mainly because they always go astray. Perhaps I shouldnt; I dont always look for feedback, but just want to tell you where I am. Because the point has always been to balance speed and quality. The story matters, but the story is hard to tell because there is not one quality that makes it good.

Consistency? Yes. But I have taken time off to write chapters or re-write them when I know it is needed. Quality? Of course, but I cannot take years off to write each chapter.

Its a balance. So if I need to take longer with the end of Volume 8, I will. I hope not, but I am going to deliver what I can in the best way I can.

This is your side story vote. I am now going to mention two things: at the top of this page, I have linked the fan-podcast, No Killing Goblins. It has produced ten episodes, and I hope you would enjoy their recap of most of Volume 1 and commentary on the current volume. I do, despite the sass, and each episode is properly long, usually over an hour, I think. Thats TWI-quality.

I hope it is a success. Second, this is the arc you get because it won the poll. However, I have an announcement. Navah Wolfe is the next editor scheduled to revise a chapter, and there is one planned for roughly the 24th. I have an idea of what it may be, but like the Pisces Interlude, we may delay publication for the better.

We will see, but I think it may be Rabbiteater and the Terandria arcs. That is my announcement, my process, and my first foray into heist writing. I watched Oceans ElevenIm not sure if that counts as prep. It was good? Stealing a lot of money isnt the most compelling thing to me. Stealing a persons sort of fun.

See you next chapter! Well see what happens next and if I can deliver it well. Thanks for reading!

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