Authors: Laszlo,Jeremy
Age of the Gods: The Complete, twelve novel, fantasy series (The Blood and Brotherhood Saga) (181 page)
Breathing in the sulfurous fumes with one great sigh, the goblin king blinked away the crust from his eyes and rose from the chair where those who passed him by thought he merely slumbered. Motioning to his guards, he strode out from his recess carved into the cavern wall and climbed down the shaft to the steady rhythm of picks and chisels beating upon the rock below.
Here was the richest vein they had yet found of quartz rock laden with gold. Day and night his goblins pounded the quartz to dust before using liquid metal to bind the gold together, extracting it from the white powder. The goblins had amazing knowledge of mining and extracting resources that Gnak found fascinating, and though he allowed them to mine the minerals that would create the coins of their future currency, his real reason for chasing this particular vein was not the wealth.
Even now he could feel the heat growing with each downward step he took within the shaft, and he knew that soon they would reach what he already knew laid beyond. Somewhere ahead was the molten core of the mountain within a great cavern of red and black. It was not only the natural source of heat they needed to moderate the temperature in their city, but was also the singular spot where they would recover all the molten metals to create for all of his people the weapons and armor they would require when Ishanya called upon them.
Entering the last leg of the cave, a great shout arose as a cloud of dust exploded down the tunnel. Recognizing the sign, Gnak ran in the goblin king’s body down the shaft towards the cave-in, wondering how many men he had lost. With an eerie glow upon the walls, the goblin king reached what would have been the end of the tunnel to find his team of miners standing upon a natural ledge where they peered down into a molten lake below them.
Heat poured from the molten surface below that roiled and bubbled noxious fumes, and as they stood there on the ledge they could feel the heated air whipping past them, gaining speed and momentum by the second as it climbed all throughout the caverns above. He couldn’t resist. He wanted to see the heated air escape the vents above.
With all his goblin cohorts’ attentions drawn to the view beyond, he took a risk he normally avoided and closing his eyes he shifted.
In a lair formed of nothing but darkness, there before him, atop a throne of living, twisted beings, Gnak looked upon his goddess as the tortured faces of the device moaned in silence their agony and despair. Dropping to his knees before the all-powerful being, he lowered his face to a floor he could not even see. So pure was the darkness around her that it had become a solid substance creating all that she wanted and altering to suit her will.
In skintight leather that clung to her every curve she rose from the wicked throne, a darkness shining off of her sculpted body that reminded him of the tar the goblins used. Only she could be so powerful as to make darkness shine.
Striding to where he prostrated himself upon the floor, she looked down upon him, a wicked smirk upon her face that spoke of mischievous deeds and twisted fantasies. Gnak wondered what he could learn if he had access to
her
mind.
“Stand, cowering mortal,” she demanded him.
Without even a single thought, Gnak scrambled to his feet in instant obedience. Looking upon her he was accosted by mixed emotions that made him both desire her and loathe her. Her beauty was unequaled among any of the races, and though he was drawn to drink in her every feature, he felt disgusted by the desire and fought against it as her own gaze swept over him with disgust.
“You have done well,” she stated simply.
Gnak relished in the praise but said nothing in return. If she wanted him to talk she would tell him to. He waited to see if she would speak further and remained unmoving, torn between the desire to look upon her and the need to look away.
“For your obedience I will create more champions among your people, though they, like you, are still ignorant. Prepare for the arrival of my other servants and learn well your abilities. If you were not so limited by your weak mortal brain I would give you more power. Yet even now you have not yet realized the power you have already been granted. Return to your pathetic plane and see to it that all is prepared. I grow impatient. The time is upon us.”
Opening his eyes, Gnak found himself still within the shell of the goblin king. His shift had not completed. The goddess had snatched him from his mortal shell before he could even make the switch. Shaking his head as a means to clear it, he thought about all that yet needed to be done in preparation and barked at those closest to him to send them back to work.
Promised more power and blessed champions, Gnak had been told that a war was coming and soon. He only wished he knew what ‘soon’ meant to an immortal. Though there was yet much to be done, he vowed his people would be ready and waiting when again the goddess called upon them. Turning, he strode back into the darkened cavern with his guards hot on his heels to make his rounds with the goblin slavers.
-End
Squinting against the blinding rays reflecting off of the blanket of snow on the ground, Seth listened to the crunching beneath his feet that came with every step. He imagined that each crunch was another life he had ended without the right to do so, and with every step his heart grew heavier. The sun ahead, then, must certainly be the personal hell he deserved for all he had done, awaiting him just beyond the horizon. These, and darker thoughts, had plagued him for the entire seven days he led his small army westward, towards the kingdom once owned and abandoned by the now dead, King Robert Sigrant.
Blinking away the dryness of his eyes, he licked his chapped lips and squinted into the sun he followed.
Following would be better
, he thought. He had never wanted to be a leader. Never even wanted to be
in
an army, let alone lead one. Leaving Valdadore with the mutated men, women, and children he had created had been hard enough. But this… this was altogether unfathomable.
The very first night they began to come, those who sought to follow him into some unknown future. Hundreds at first had rushed to join his meager ranks, and then more. They called him everything from a hero to the savior of mankind, and each time it made the pit in his soul bigger. Without even looking back he could count them. Seven thousand, three hundred and nine. Most were too young to even be on their own, yet because of the disease he had brought to Valdadore, because of his desire to protect himself from the pain of loss, he had made orphans of them.
He had done this, and it was his duty to them — to lead. Not that he wanted to, but he had to. For whatever twisted reason fate had seen fit to bestow upon him, they believed in him. They believed he was more than he was. They believed that he would lead them to some bright and glorious future where life would somehow again be good. But Seth couldn’t see it. Ahead, instead, he saw more fighting and more death.
It would come, Seth knew. War. Death. They both stalked him. He could feel their icy clutches upon his heart and taste their foulness in the air. He could not escape them. They were his fate. They were what had driven him from Valdadore, not Garret’s words. His brother’s pain, rage, and hatred had hurt Seth, but he had left to protect his brother and his home from himself. Shaking his head, he wondered how Garret fared. In their final moments together Seth had seen a change in his brother. For days, perhaps weeks, the king had approached a precipice, but with the death of Linaya he had tumbled down, and Seth could think of no way to save him. He couldn’t even save himself. His only option was to leave.
Telling himself for the millionth time that one day he would return, he lowered and shook his head. One day when he was stronger and when he could fix all he had done, he would return to his brother and repair that which he had broken. If, of course, love was something that could be repaired. Seth could only hope.
Feeling about him with his power, he again counted all those auras that now were so close to his bloated power that they were consumed within it. Seven thousand, three hundred and nine. Some were farmers, others had lived in the city. Two were red-robed mages, another was a healer, and more showed signs of godly blessings as well, though their talents remained a mystery. Unfortunately, Seth simply didn’t care enough at present to be intrigued by such a mystery, such was his self-loathing.
Further down the road behind them, another group rushed to catch up. Seventeen more. Scanning about them, he located no danger and simply let them come. There was no stopping them. No convincing them that it was folly to follow him. He’d tried several times, and never was he able to discourage a single soul.
“Do you plan to trudge on like this forever?” Sara broke the silence.
“Would you have me trudge on in another manner?” Seth asked, more out of habit than real interest.
“You’ve been either staring at the sun or your feet for hours. I get it, Seth, I do, but look at them. They have all come for you. They believe in you. I believe in you. I know it hurts, but this,” she said, gesturing to him with a flick of the wrist, “this doesn’t help anyone.”
“It isn’t supposed to help anyone. I have a lot to think about, and this is how I think.”
“No, this is how you attempt to punish yourself for things out of your control.”
“So it’s not my fault you are like this?” Seth snapped, gesturing at her the same as she had done to him.
“No, it is the fault of a goddess who gave you a power beyond your comprehension.”
“So I’m just too stupid to understand what I’m doing then, and that makes it okay to kill thousands?”
“That’s not what I said,” Sara defended.
“No, but it is the damn truth. Had I been smarter, had I looked deeper, had I studied harder and understood better that which I was getting myself into, maybe I could have prevented this!”
“Maybe,” Sara admitted, “or maybe this was Ishanya’s plan all along. Maybe she wanted you to make these mistakes. Maybe that is why she didn’t show you how to use your power. Maybe, somehow, this is all a part of her plan. She has had eternity to decide upon every detail, and if she can control virtually anything, then who are you to blame yourself? There is no way you can compete with power like that. Not as a person. Not even as the most powerful mage on Thurr. Only a god can fight a god and that’s what got us into this damned mess to begin with.”
“I should have told her no.”
“Should have, could have, would have… Anyone of us can make perfect decisions looking backwards, but that’s not what this is all about. What is important is looking back on the decisions we’ve made and using our mistakes and our pain to make better decisions in the future. Maybe that’s why they are following you. Maybe that is what they see in you. Maybe they see their past behind them, and their guts tell them that you will lead them to a better tomorrow.”
“Why the hell would they think that?” Seth asked, nearly spitting the words.
“Because I do. Because Borrik does. Because Jonas does.”
“Borrik and Jonas don’t count. I’ve changed them. I changed the way they think and understand. They don’t have a choice in the matter.”
“That isn’t true and you know it. Maybe their wolf side makes it easier for them to follow you, but they are men too. In their hearts they follow you because you
are
their leader. They follow you because you can make the world better. If you want to hurt… Fine. If you want to mourn the past and those lost to it… Fine. But don’t you mope along like a helpless puppy that’s been whipped for shitting in your master’s house. They deserve better than that,” she said, looking back over her shoulder. “I deserve better.”
Seth knew she was right. He was using it all as an excuse. Yes, he felt torn by the loss of Garret’s love. Yes, he was afraid to venture outside of Valdadore, not because he thought he could be harmed, but because
they
could. Even Sara and Borrik were susceptible. At any given moment something could happen and more would die. Seth would do what he could to protect them, but he wasn’t perfect. And that was the real problem. He had failed them and knew for certain that he would fail them again. He couldn’t keep them alive. Not all of them. Some of them would die and there was nothing he could do about it. No matter how much he wanted to beat Ishanya at her game, he was on the losing end. They were mortals. They were destined to die. How, was the only question.
Staring ahead once more, Seth blinked as the sun slipped lower and lower towards the horizon. They did deserve better. Sara certainly deserved better. Borrik and his other troops did too.
For more than twenty minutes Seth continued to trudge on without much concern for where he was going. Mulling over Sara’s words, he realized that she had said more than she intended, likely more than she understood herself. He had to build an army of the likes the world had never seen. He was sworn to. But Ishanya never said
how
he had to build the army. Why fight, when he could subdue and convert? Could he not just as easily build an army another way? Could one build an army without conquering or defeating nations and kings to do so? Seth grinned towards the horizon growing red ahead. She truly was his angel.
* * * * *
Walking beside her husband, Sara couldn’t help but wonder if she had pressed him too hard. Seth above all others had sacrificed over the last months. He had lost everyone he loved minus her, and it was mostly his own doing. Not to say it was his fault, but he had been forced to make impossible decisions and had paid for them dearly.
With his father and brother both lost to him, Sara felt that there was a void inside Seth that might never be made whole again. She doubted that this wound would be like the hole in his chest that had been miraculously healed. No, this one would fester and bleed for eternity if not kept under a watchful eye. If nothing else, this was something she could do for him. Sara would help to guide him out from his inner darkness and away from the turmoil eating at him from within. If she could help him find his way again, that would be enough. He, like her, had never been stronger. With such strength and power there still had to be hope. Sara had to believe.
Turning her eyes to the sky she watched the speck in the distance dive and climb on the currents of the wind, wondering what it must be like to be able to fly like Borrik and Seth. Though she was not too fond of Seth’s relatively new appendages, she understood their necessity and usefulness. It wasn’t that it made him less human, as he was already so much more than the rest of them. No. It was simply because he no longer looked like the young man who had been the first person ever to stand up to John for her. His appearance would take some getting used to. Inside, however, she could still see the good through the darkness. Even with his struggles, the will to do better and create better thrived within him.
Lightly reaching out to touch Seth’s forearm, she reminded him yet again to slow his pace. Like her, with every ounce of power he gained, he began to live faster than their human kin. To Sara it wasn’t noticeable when talking to Seth, but the army at their backs had trouble keeping up even when she was nearly certain they were barely walking. People seemed so feeble like this. She couldn’t help but wonder how they had survived so long, being as vulnerable and slow as they were. She couldn’t even imagine herself that way anymore.
Looking skyward still, she watched as Borrik made a noticeable dip that was irregular and began to study the lay of the land ahead. Though the sun no longer caused her immense pain, her wounds healing as fast as they appeared, she squinted against the dryness in her eyes that seemed impossible to relieve. It was better than her eyes boiling out from their sockets, she admitted, but still annoying.
Ahead, perhaps a few miles, a lone structure stood in contrast to the deepening crimson of the sky. There, in the distance, a watch tower stood as a solemn marker that this was the edge of Valdadore. This was the end of the kingdom they had called home their whole lives. They had reached Westgate.
Watching the tower grow as they grew ever nearer, Sara realized that what she was seeing was not the guard tower built to watch for an invading army or raid parties, but rather the decimated ruin that was just weeks ago a thriving guard post. Even now, torn and battered banners clung to what remained of the top of the tower, their frayed edges blowing in the cold winter breeze. Chunks of the walls were missing here and there and three sides of the tower’s peak were missing altogether. The signs of Sigrant’s passing were more than evident, and she could only imagine the fate that was met by any riders attempting to leave the post to warn of the oncoming invasion.
Ahead, Borrik flapped his mighty wings, propelling himself forward at incredible speed. Sara didn’t know what lay beyond Westgate. Sigrant’s kingdom was much a mystery to her. She could only wait and wonder what it was that Borrik was racing towards.
One instant Borrik was there, a dark stain in a darkening sky, and the next he was lost as if in a fog. Just as the sun and its light were lost to Sara, the sky let loose a flurry of snow that filled the air with bitter chill and a haze that was impenetrable to her.
Looking to her husband once more, she noted that his expression had changed. The worry and sorrow were still there, etched firmly into place with the pain that he had sustained. But now there was something else too. It was something she hadn’t seen in over a week. There, hidden in his expression, was determination. Sara turned away from him before grinning. She didn’t want to jinx it. Seth had found something to hold on to. She didn’t know what it was, or even what it entailed, but that didn’t matter. Seth was back. He was not better, but he was back. He was thinking. The gears inside his immense mind were turning and something inside him had finally sparked an emotion that didn’t drive him further into darkness.
Hiding her excitement, she looked back to the sky, searching for any sign of her husband’s second in command and guardian, just as a massive shadow settled down from above, separating itself from the darkened sky like a wraith wrapped in death’s essence.
* * * * *
Borrik settled to the earth, flapping his wings to slow his descent as clouds of white sprang up from the ground beneath him. Just ahead his master approached, but Borrik did not acknowledge him. Not yet. Instead, he prepared his captains for what lay ahead with a single image.
Ahead of the ragtag army was a moderately sized town. It lacked fortifications beyond a simple single story wall and a few archers’ towers, but that did not mean that it did not pose a threat. Inside, countless enemies could be hidden among the sprawling homes alit with torches. Thousands could be hidden there, though it would take far fewer to lay those that followed Seth now to waste. These were not soldiers. They were not armed or armored. Most of those who followed his master were but children, bundled in rags to stay warm and limping along on little to no food or drink.