Mistborn: The Hero of Ages (67 page)

"I don't know, really," Spook said. "I just . . . Well, do you remember that question you asked me when you first got here ? We were standing by the lake, just over there. You asked me about faith. You asked what good it was, if it j ust led people to hurt each other, like Quellion's faith in the Survivor has done." Sazed looked out over the lake . " Yes," he said softly. "I remember."

"I've been thinking about that ever since," Spook said. "And . . . I think I might have an answer."

"Please."

"Faith," Spook said, "means that it doesn't matter what happens. You can trust that somebody is watching. Trust that somebody will make it all right." Sazed f rowned.

"It means that there will always be a way," Spook whispered, staring forward, eyes glazed, as if seeing things that Sazed could not.

Yes
, Sazed thought.
That is what I have lost. And it's what I need to get back
.

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I have come to see that each power has three aspects: a ph ysical one, which can be seen in the
creations made by Ruin and Preservation; a spiritual one in the unseen ener gy that permeates all of
the world; and a cognitive one in the minds which controlled that energ y
.
There is more to this. Much more that even I do not yet comprehend
.
57

YOU S HOULD KILL T HEM.

Vin looked up as she heard a pair of guards pass the door to her cell. There was one good thing about Ruin's voice it tended to warn her when people were nearby, even if it did always tell her to kill them. A part of her did wonder if, in fact, she was mad. After all, she saw and heard things that nobody else could. However, if she were mad, there would really be no way for her to realize it. So, she simply decided to accept what she heard, and move on.

In truth, she was glad for Ruin's voice on occasion. Other than Ruin, she was alone in the cell. All was still . Even the soldiers did not speak likely at Yomen's orders. Plus, each time Ruin spoke, she felt as if she learned something. For instance, she had learned that Ruin could either manifest in person or affect her from a distance. When its actual presence was not with her in the cell, Ruin's words were far more simple and vague.

Take, f or instance, Ruin's order that she kill the guards. She couldn't follow that suggestion, not f rom within the cell. It wasn't so much a specific order as it was an attempt to change her inclinations. Again, that reminded her of Allomancy, which could exert a general influence over a person's emotions.

General influence . . .

Something suddenly occurred to her. She quested out, and sure enough she could still f eel the thousand koloss that Elend had given her. They were under her control still, distant, obeying the general orders she'd given them before.

Could she use them somehow? Deliver a message to Elend, perhaps? Get them to attack the city and free her? As she considered them, both plans seemed f lawed. Sending them to Fadrex would j ust get them killed, as well as risk upsetting whatever plans Elend had for a potential attack. She could send them to find Elend, but that would probably just get them killed by the camp guards, who would be afraid they were bloodlusting. Plus, what would she have them do if they did get to him? She could order them to take actions, like attack or pick someone up, but she'd never tried something as delicate as ordering one to speak certain words. She tried forming those words in her head and getting them to the koloss, but all she sensed back was confusion. She'd have to work on that some more. And, as she considered, she wondered if getting a message to Elend would really be the best way to use them. It would let Ruin know about a potential tool she had that, maybe, he hadn't noticed.

"I see that he finally found a cell for you," a voice said.

Vin looked up, and there he was. Still wearing Reen's form, Ruin stood in the small cell with her. He maintained a straight-backed posture, standing almost benevolently over her. Vin sat up on her cot. She'd never thought that of all her metals, she would miss bronze so much. When Ruin returned to visit in "person," burning bronze had let her feel him via bronzepulses and gave her warning that he had arrived, even if he didn't appear to her.

"I'll admit that I'm disappointed in you, Vin," Ruin said. He used Reen's voice, but he imbued it with a sense of . . . age. Of quiet wisdom. The fatherly nature of that voice, mixed with Reen's face and her own knowledge of the thing's desire to destroy, was disturbing.

"The last time you were captured and locked away without metals," Ruin continued, "not a night passed before you'd killed the Lord Ruler and overthrown the empire. Now you've been soundly imprisoned for what . . . a week now?"

Vin didn't respond. Why come taunt me? Does it expect to learn something?

Ruin shook its head. "I would have thought at the very least that you'd have killed Yomen."

"Why are you so concerned with his death? " Vin asked. "It seems to me that he's on your side . " Ruin shook its head, standing with hands clasped behind its back. "You still don't understand, I see . You're
all
on my side, Vin. I cre ated you. You're my tools each and every one of you. Zane, Yomen, you, your dear Emperor Venture . . ."

"No. Zane was yours, and Yomen is obviously misguided. But Elend . . . he'll fight against you."

"But he can't," Ruin said. " That's what you refuse to understand, child. You
cannot
fight me, for by the mere act of fighting you advance my goals." "Evil men, perhaps, help you," Vin said. "But not Elend. He's a good person, and not even you can deny that."

"Vin, Vin.
Why
can't you see ? This isn't about good or evil. Morality doesn't even enter into it. Good men will kill as quickly for what they want as evil men only the things they want are different." Vin fell silent.

Ruin shook its head. "I keep trying to explain. This process we are engaged in, the end of all things it's not a
f ight ,
but a simple culmination of inevitability. Can any man make a pocket watch that w on't eventually wind down? Can you imagine a lantern that won't eventually burn out? All things end. Think of me as a caretaker the one who watches the shop and makes certain that the lights are turned out, that everything is cleaned up, once closing time arrives. "

For a moment, he made her question. There was some truth in his words, and seeing the changes in the land these last few years changes that started before Ruin was even released did make her wonder. Yet, something about the conversation bothered her. If what Ruin said was completely true, then why did he care about her? Why return and speak to her? "I guess that you've won, then," she said quietly.

"Won? " Ruin asked. "Don't you understand? There was nothing for me to win, child. Things happen as they must."

"I see," Vin said.

"Yes, perhaps you do," Ruin said. "I think that
you
just might be able to." It turned and began to walk quietly from one side of the cell toward the other. "You are a piece of me, you know. Beautiful destroyer. Blunt and eff ective. Of all those I've claimed over this brief thousand years, you are the only one I think j ust might be able to understand me."

Why
, Vin thought,
it's gloating! That's why Ruin is here because it wants to make certain that
someone understands what it has accomplished!
There was a feeling of pride and victory in Ruin's eyes. They were human emotions, emotions that Vin could understand.

At that moment, Ruin stopped being an it in her mind, and instead became a he . Vin began to think for the first time that she could find a way to beat Ruin. He was powerful, perhaps even incomprehensible. But she had seen humanity in him, and that humanity could be deceived, manipulated, and broken. Perhaps it was this same conclusion that Kelsier had drawn, after looking into the Lord Ruler's eyes that fateful night when he had been c aptured. She finally felt as if she understood him, and what it must have felt like to undertake something so bold as the defeat of the Lord Ruler.

But Kelsier
had years to plan
, Vin thought.
I . . . I don't even know how long I have. Not long, I
would guess
. Even as she thought, another earthquake began. The walls trembled, and Vin heard guards cursing in the hallway as something f ell and broke. And Ruin . . . he seemed to be in a state of bliss, his eyes closed, mouth open slightly and looking pleasured as the building and city rumbled. Eventually, all fell still. Ruin opened his eyes, staring her down. "This work I do, it's about
passion
, Vin. It's about dynamic events; it's about change! That is why you and your Elend are so important to me. People with passion are people who will destroy for a man's passion is not
true
until he proves how much he's willing to sacrif ice for it. Will he kill ? Will he go to war? Will he break and discard that which he has, all in the name of what he needs? "

It's not just that Ruin f eels that he's accomplished something , Vin thought, he f eels that he's overcome. Despite
what he claims, he feels that he's won that he 's de f eated something . . . but who
or what? Us? We would be no adversar y for a force like Ruin
.

A voice from the past seemed to whisper to her from long ago. What's the f irst rule of Allomanc y,
Vin?

Consequence. Action and reaction. If Ruin had power to destroy, then there was something that opposed him. It had to be. Ruin had an opposite, an opponent. Or, he once had.

"What did you do to him?" Vin asked.

Ruin hesitated, frowning as he turned toward her.

"Your opposite," Vin said. "The one who once stopped you from destroying the world." Ruin was silent for a long moment. Then he smiled, and Vin saw something chilling in that smile. A knowledge that he was right. Vin
was
part of him. She understood him.

"Preservation is dead," Ruin sai d.

"You killed him?"

Ruin shrugged. "Yes, but no. He gave of himself to craft a cage. Though his throes of agony have lasted several thousand years, now, finally, he is gone. And the bargain has come to its fruition." Preservation , Vin thought, a pie ce of a gigantic whole clicking into place.
The opposite of Ruin. A
force like that couldn 't have
destroyed
his enem y, because he would represent the opposite of
destruction. But imprisonment , that would be within his powers
.

Imprisonment that ended when I gave up the power at the Well
.

"And so you see the inevitability," Ruin said sof tly.

"You couldn't create it yourself, could you?" Vin asked. " The world, life. You can't create, you can only destroy."

"He couldn't create either," Ruin said. "He could only preserve. Preservation is not creation."

"And so you worked together," Vin said.

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"Both with a promise," Ruin said. "My promise was to work with him to create you life that thinks, life that loves."

"And his promise ?" Vin asked, fearing that she knew the answer.

"That I could destroy you eventually," Ruin said sof tly. "And I have come to claim what was promised me. The only point in creating something is to watch it die. Like a story that must come to a c limax, what I have done will not be fulfilled until the end has arrived." It can 't be true , Vin thought. Preservation. If he really represents a power in the universe, then he couldn't
really have been destroyed, could he?
"I know what you are thinking," Ruin said. " You cannot enlist Preservation's power. He is dead. He couldn't kill me, you see. He could only imprison me."
Yes. I figured that last part out alread y. You reall y can't read my mind, can you?

Ruin continued. "It was a villainous act, I must say. Preservation tried to escape our bargain. Would you not call that an evil deed? It is as I said before good and evil have little to do with ruin or preservation. An evil man will protect that which he desires as surely as a good man." But something is keeping Ruin from destroying the world now , she thought. For all his words about stories and
endings, he is not a force that would wait for an "appropriate" moment. There is more to
this, more that I 'm not understanding
.

What is holding him back?

"I've come to you," Ruin said, "because I want you, at least, to watch and see. To know. For it has come ."

Vin perked up. "What? The end?"

Ruin nodded.

"How long?" Vin asked.

"Days," Ruin said. "But not weeks."

Vin f elt a chill, realizing something. He had come to her, finally revealing himself , because she was captured. He thought that there was no further chance for mankind. He assumed that he had won. Which means that there is a way to beat
him
, she thought with determination.
And it involves me. But
I can't do it here, or he wouldn't have come to gloat
. And that meant she had to get free. Quickly.

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Once you begin to understand these things, you can see how Ruin was trapped even though
Preservation's mind was gone, expended to create the prison. Though Preservation's consciousness
was mostl y destro yed, his spirit and body were still in force. A nd, as an opposite force of Ruin, these
could still prevent Ruin from destroying
.

Or, at least , keep him f rom destro ying things too quickl y. Once his mind was " f reed" f rom its
prison the destruction accelerated quickl y
.

58

"THROW YOUR WEIGHT HERE,"
Sazed said, pointing at a wooden lever. "The counterweights will fall, swinging down all four f loodgates and stemming the flow into the cavern. I warn you, however the explosion of water above will be rather spectacular. We should be able to fill the city's canals in a matter of hours, and I suspect that a portion of the northern city will be flooded. "

"To dangerous levels?" Spook asked.

"I do not think so," Sazed said. "The water will burst out through the conduits in the interchange building beside us. I've inspected the equipment there, and it appears sound. The water
should
flow directly into the canals, and from there exit the city. Either way, I would not want to be in those streets lots when this water comes. The current will be quite
swift."