Mistborn: The Hero of Ages (82 page)

"But Ruin, his mind was focused there," another kandra said. "And so, his power tended to coalesce there. Much more of it, at least, than that of Preservation." "But not all of it," another one said, laughing.

Sazed cocked his head. "Not all of it? It, too, was spread out across the world, I assume ? "

"In a way," Haddek said.

"We now speak of things in the First Contract," one of the other kandra warned. Haddek paused, then turned, studying S azed's eyes. "If what this man says is true, then Ruin has escaped. That means he will be coming for his body. His . . . power." Sazed felt a chill. "It's here ?" he asked quietly.

Haddek nodded. "We were to gather it. The First Contract, the Lord Ruler named it our charge in this world."

"The other Children had a purpose," another kandra added. " The koloss, they were created to fight. The Inquisitors, they were created to be priests. Our task was . 168 201

diff erent."

"Gather the power," Haddek said. "And protect it. Hide it. Keep it. For the Father knew Ruin would escape one day. And on that day, he would begin searching for his body." The group of aged kandra looked past Sazed. He frowned, turning to follow their eyes. They were looking toward the metal dais.

Slowly, Sazed stood, walking across the stone floor. The dais was large perhaps twenty feet across but not very high. He stepped onto it, causing one of the kandra behind him to gasp. Yet, none of them called out to stop him.

There was a seam down the middle of the circular platform, and a hole perhaps the size of a large coin at the center. S azed peered through the hole, but it was too dark to see anything. He stepped back.

I should have a little le f t,
he thought, glancing toward his table, with its metal-minds.
I ref illed that
ring for a few months be fore I gave up on m y metalminds.
He walked over quickly, selecting a small pewter ring off of the table. He slipped it on, then looked up at the members of the First Generation. They turned from his querying look.

"Do what you must, child," Haddek said, his aged voice echoing in the room. "We could not stop you if we wished."

Sazed walked back to the dais, then tapped his pewtermind for the strength he had stored in it over a year ago. His body immediately grew several times stronger than normal, and his robes suddenly felt tight. With hands now thick with muscles, he reached down and bracing himself against the rough floor shoved against one side of the disk on the floor.

It ground against stone as it moved, uncovering a large pit. Something glittered beneath. Sazed f roze, his strength and body def lating as he released his pewtermind. His robes became loose again. The room was silent. Sazed stared at the half-covered pit, and at the enormous pile of nuggets hidden in the floor.

"The Trust, we call it," Haddek said with a soft voice. "Given for our safekeeping by the Father." Atium. Thousands upon thousands of beads of it. Sazed gasped. "The Lord Ruler's atium stockpile . . . It was here all along."

"Most of that atium never left the Pits of Hathsin," Haddek said. "There were obligators on staff at all times but never Inquisitors, for the Father knew that they could be corrupted. The obligators broke the geodes in secret, inside of a metal room constructed for the purpose, then took out the atium. The noble family then transported the empty geodes to Luthadel, never knowing that they didn't have any atium in their possession at all. What atium the Lord Ruler did get, and distribute, to the nobility was brought in by the obligators. They disguised the atium as Ministry funds and hid the beads in piles of coins so that Ruin wouldn't see them as they were transported in convoys f ull of new acolytes to Luthadel."

Sazed stood, dumbstruck.
Here . . . all along. Just a short distance f rom the very caves where Kelsier
raised his arm y. A short journey from Luthadel, completely
unprotected all these years.
Yet hidden so well.

"You worked for atium," Sazed said, looking up. "The kandra Contracts, they were paid in atium." Haddek nodded. "We were to gather all of it we could. What didn't end up in our hands, the Mistborn burned away. Some of the houses kept small stockpiles, but the Father's taxes and fees kept most of the atium f lowing back to him as payments . And, eventually, almost all of it ended up here ." Sazed looked down.
Such a fortune,
he thought.
Such . . . power.
Atium never
had
fit in with the other metals. Every one of them, even aluminum and duralumin, could be mined or created through natural processes. Atium, however it had only ever come from a single place, its appearance mysterious and strange. Its power had allowed one to do something unlike anything else in Allomancy or Feruchemy. It let one see the f uture. Not a thing of men at all, more . . . a thing of gods. It was more than j ust a metal. It was condensed concentrated power. Power that Ruin would want. Very badly .

TenSoon pushed toward the crest of the hill, moving through ash that was so high that he was glad he had switched to the horse's body, for a wolfhound could never have moved through piles so deep. The ash f ell strongly where he was, limiting his visibility.
I will never make it to Fadrex at this rate,
he thought with anger. Even pushing hard, moving in the massive horse's body, he was moving too slowly to get far from the Homeland.

He finally crested the hill, his bre ath coming in puff ing snorts out the horse's snout. At the top of the hill he froze, shocked. The landscape before him was burning. Tyrian, closest of the ashmounts to Luthadel, stood in the near distance, half of its top blown free from some violent eruption. The air itself seemed to burn with tongues of flame, and the broad plain in front of TenSoon was clogged with f lowing lava. It was a deep, powerful red. Even from a distance, he could f eel the heat pushing against him.

He stood for a long moment, deep in ash, gazing upon a landscape that had once contained villages, forests, and roads. All was now gone, burnt away. The earth had cracked in the distance, and more lava seemed to be spilling out of it.

By the First Contract,
he thought with despair. He could detour to the south, continue on to Fadrex as if he'd come in a straight line from Luthadel, but for some reason, he found it hard to get up the motivation.

It was too late.

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Yes, there are sixteen metals. I find it highly unlikel y that the Lord Ruler did not know of them all.
Indeed, the fact that he s poke of several on the plates in the storage caches meant that he knew at
least of those.

I must assume that he did not tell mankind of them earlier f or a reason. Perhaps he held them back to
give him a secret edge, much as he kept back the single nugget of Preservation's body that made men
into Mistborn.

Or , perhaps he simply decided that mankind had enough power in the ten metals they already
understood. Some things we shall never know. Part of me still finds what he did regrettable. During
the thousand-year reign of the Lord Ruler, how many people were born, Snapped, lived, and died
never knowing that they were Mistings, simpl y because their me tals were unknown?

Of course, this did give us a slight advantage, at the end. Ruin had a lot of trouble giving duralumin
to his Inquisitors, since the y 'd need an A llomancer who could burn it to kill before they could use it.
A nd, since none of the duralumin Mistings in the world knew about their power, they didn 't burn it
and reveal themselves to Ruin. That left most Inquisitors without the power of duralumin, save in a f
ew important cases such as Marsh where they got it from a Mistborn. This was usuall y considered a
waste, for if one killed a Mistborn with Hemalurgy, one could draw out only one of their sixteen
powers and lost the rest. Ru in considered it much better to try to subvert them and gain access to all
of their power.

72

IT BEGAN RAINING
just before Vin reached Luthadel. A quiet, cold drizzle that wetted the night, but did not banish the mists.

She flared her bronze. In the distance, she could sense Allomancers. Mistborn. Chasing her. There were at least a dozen of them, homing in on her position. She landed on the city wall, b are feet slipping just slightly on the stones. Beyond her stretched Luthadel, even now proud in its sprawl. Founded a thousand years before by the Lord Ruler, it was built atop the Well of Ascension itself. During the ten centuries of his reign, Luthadel had burgeoned, becoming the most important and most crowded place in all of the empire.

And it was dying.

Vin stood up straight, looking out over the vast city. Pockets of f lame flared where buildings had caught fire. The flames defied the rain, illuminating the various slums and other neighborhoods like watch f ires in the night. In their light, she could see that the city was a wreck. Entire swathes of the town had been torn apart, the buildings broken or burned. The streets were eerily vacant nobody fought the f ires, nobody huddled in the gutters.

The capital, once home to hundreds of thousands, seemed empty. Wind blew through Vin's rainwetted hair and she felt a shiver. The mists, as usual, stayed away from her pushed aside by her Allomancy. She was alone in the largest city in the world.

No. Not alone. She could f eel them approaching Ruin's minions. She had led them here, made them assume that she was bringing them to the atium. There would be far more of them than she could f ight. She was doomed.

That was the idea.

She launched off the wall, shooting through the mist, ash, and rain. She wore her mistcloak, more out of nostalgia than utility. It was the same one she'd always had the one that Kelsier had given her on her very f irst night of training.

She landed with a splash atop a building, then leaped again, bounding over the city. She wasn't certain if it was poetic or ominous that it was raining this night. There had been another night when she had visited Kredik Shaw in the rain. A part of her still thought she should have died that night. She landed on the street, then stood upright, her tasseled mistcloak falling around her, hiding her arms and chest. She stood quietly, looking up at Kredik Shaw, the Hill of a Thousand Spires. The Lord Ruler's palace, location of the Well of Ascension.

The building was an assemblage of several low wings topped by dozens of rising towers, spires, and spines. The awful near-symmetry of the amalgamation was only made more unsettling by the presence of the mists and ash. The building had been abandoned since the Lord Ruler's death. The doors were broken, and she could see shattered windows in the walls. Kredik Shaw was as dead as the city it once had dominated.

A figure stepped up beside her. "Here?" Ruin said. " This is where you lead me ? We have searched this place."

Vin remained quiet, looking up at the spires. Black fingers of metal reaching up into a blacker sky.

"My Inquisitors are coming," Ruin whispered.

"You shouldn't have revealed yourself," Vin said, not looking toward him. "You should have waited until I retrieved the atium. I'll never do it now . " "Ah, but I no longer believe that you
have
it," Ruin said in his fatherly voice. "Child . . . child. I believed you at first indeed, I gathered my powers, ready to face you. When you came here, however, I knew that you had misled me."

"You don't know that for certain," Vin said softly, voice complemented by the quiet rain. Silence. "No," Ruin f inally said.

"Then you'll have to try to make me talk," she whispered.

"
Tr y?
You realize the forces I can bring to bear against you, child? You realize the power I have, the destruction I represent? I am mountains that crush. I am waves that crash. I am storms that shatter. I am
the end.
"

Vin continued to stare up into the falling
rain.
She didn't question her plan it wasn't really her way. She'd decided what to do. It was time to spring Ruin's trap. She was tired of being manipul ated.

"You will never have it," Vin said. "Not while I live . " Ruin screamed, a sound of primal anger, of something that
had
to destroy. Then, he vanished. Lightning flared, its light a wave of power moving through the mist. It illuminated robed figures in the blackened rain, walking toward her. Surrounding her.

Vin turned toward a ruined building a short distance away, watching as a figure climbed up over the rubble. Now lit only faintly by starlight, the figure had a bare chest, a stark rib cage, and taut muscles. Rain ran down his skin, dripping from the spikes that sprouted from his chest. One between each set of ribs. His face bore spikes in the eyes one of which had been pounded back into his skull, crushing the socket.

Normal Inquisitors had nine spikes. The one she'd killed with Elend had ten. Marsh appeared to have upward of twenty. He growled softly.

And the fight began.

Vin flung back her cloak, spraying water from the tassels, and Pushed herself forward. Thirteen Inquisitors hurtled through the night sky toward her. Vin ducked a flight of axe swings, then slamme d a Push toward a pair of Inquisitors, burning duralumin. The creatures were thrown backward by their spikes, and Vin accelerated in a sudden lurch to the side.

She hit another Inquisitor, feet against his chest. Water sprayed, flecked with ash, as Vin reached down and grabbed one of the spikes in the Inquisitor's eyes. Then she Pulled herself backward and fl ared pewter.

She lurched, and the spike came free. The Inquisitor screamed, but did not fall dead. It looked at her, one side of the head a gaping hole, and hissed. Removing one eye-spike, apparently, wasn't enough to kill.

Ruin laughed in her head.

The spikeless Inquisitor reached for her, and Vin Pulled herself into the sky, yanking on one of the metal spires of Kredik Shaw . She downed the contents of a metal vial as she flew, restoring her steel. A dozen figures in black robes sprang up through the falling rain to f ollow. Marsh remained below, watching.