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Authors: Stuart Jaffe

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The Way of the Soul

The Way of the Soul

 

Book 6 of The Malja Chronicles

 

 

 

Stuart Jaffe

 

 

 

For All of You

Who Have Read and Enjoyed Malja

 

This series would never have lasted this long without you.

 

 

 

Chapter 1

 

Malja

 

Malja slid Viper off her back
and held the crescent-shaped blade low. She did not stop walking through the gray, dead woods but slowed her pace in order to pay closer attention to those that watched her. Three, maybe four of them. Noisy but determined. Either some kind of pack animals or some careless, stupid people.

A white-gray mist hung in the cold air, limiting her visibility. She hoped that this also limited her enemy’s visibility, but most likely, her enemy had evolved and adapted on this desolate world. She was merely an unwelcome visitor.

It had been a full year of playing the unwelcome visitor on world after world, always just missing her target — Harskill. Ever since he had attacked Carsite, an admirable country weakened by a war Harskill had created, Malja pursued any trace of him she could find. Mostly that consisted of using Tommy and the Artisoll to locate the magic signature left by Harskill’s do-kha, the black semi-living suit all Gate wore. It gave them power, enhanced their strength, and healed them when injured. It also was the only connection Malja had with her own kind.

Malja shook her head. She had to stay focused. Being Gate or finding Harskill or magic signatures — it all meant nothing if she failed to survive the coming moments. Whatever had been following her had grown bolder. She could hear the snapping branches on either side as the enemy closed in.

With an exuberant cheer, Fawbry rushed up from further ahead. “Hey, Malja! I found something.”

“Fawbry! Get down!”

In two seconds, her dear friend reacted. The first second, his face shifted from frustrated confusion to wide-eyed understanding. The next second, he dropped to the ground with the speed and agility of a person who had performed such a maneuver many times before — which, of course, he had.

Three creatures dropped from the trees. Two landed behind her. One in front. They had gray hides, blending well with their surroundings, and smooth, windswept faces. Two forearms, heavily muscled and disproportionately long, knuckled the ground, while it made an amusing waddle motion when it tried to walk on its stubby legs. Like fanged monsters carved from stone, these things looked thick and strong but somewhat useless.

But Malja wouldn’t let their appearance lull her into inaction. They certainly planned to harm her and had the belief they could succeed. So, Malja bolted forward. She heard the surprised grunts from the creatures and saw their hesitation. They had expected her to run for safety. They had to rethink their attack now.

The one in front of her reacted first — perhaps because it stood directly in her line. It crouched before springing into a full-on charge. Using its hands to propel forward, it soared across the ground with grace and skill.

As they neared, Malja dove ahead and tucked into a forward roll. The creature salivated as it dropped its arms, baring claws that had been hidden in its hide and coming in low enough to catch Malja as she tumbled. But when Malja came out of her roll, she did not strike nor stand nor race ahead — all of which would have resulted in being skewered by the creature’s sharp claws. Instead, Malja sprang upward, leaping high into the air.

The creature watched as she soared overhead. It barely reacted when she swiped with Viper, nicking it in the shoulder. As she landed, she planted her feet firmly and pivoted to the left.

She readied for another attack, but now all three of her enemy were on the same side of her. Much easier to deal with.

Snorting and grumbling, the creatures moved toward her. One had a patch of dirty gray hair. Another bore a scar along its chest. They looked like twisted versions of people, and Malja wondered if they had once been people who may have suffered from some catastrophic use of magic. That type of thing had destroyed her homeworld, mutating many of the survivors and creating a nightmare out of each day.

Lowering her fighting stance, she readied Viper for another strike. The creature at the front saw her shift in position and lowered itself in response. It knew how to fight — at least, on some level.

Displaying its sharp teeth, it barked at her. A rich, deep sound.

Then its head rocked to the side. All three creatures turned to their right. Fawbry, standing off in the distance, had pegged it with a stone. He had no hope of causing serious injury, but Malja understood that had never been his intention. He simply provided enough distraction so that she could attack with ease.

And she did.

With steady, controlled motions, she stepped forward and sliced off the head of the nearest creature with the inner-blade. The movement brought her body around. Not enough time to swing Viper back again. So she popped the next creature in the forehead with Viper’s hilt. The third creature had enough time to move in close — exactly what Malja wanted. She kneed it in the gut and cut its body with two fast swipes of her blade. Then she swung backwards, dispatching the third creature with Viper’s sharpened outer-edge.

Fawbry came forward. “Fantastic. You never stop amazing me.”

Malja pulled out a cloth and wiped Viper clean. Her hands shook a little, and she tightened her grip to hide the motion.
Just the adrenaline,
she thought, but that excuse had worn thin. This wasn’t the first time.

For months, she had noticed little tremors in her hands. That wasn’t all, though. Her muscles felt sore much of the time, and her body seemed to take longer to recover from injury. Worst of all, she often woke in the middle of the night with an urgent need to relieve her bladder.

Something inside her was failing.

As she finished cleaning Viper, Fawbry dug into his satchel and produced a dark red apple. Malja’s favorite. He offered it to her.

With a slight grin, she bit into the fruit. “You know better than to come running at me making all kinds of noise. Those things could have killed you.”

“If I worried about all the things that could kill me when I hang around you, I’d never step outside again. At least, not when you’re around.”

Taking another bite, she gestured deeper into the woods. “So what’s out there that got you so excited?”

“Another creature. I think it’s what we’ve been looking for.”

“We beat Harskill here?”

“No. He was definitely here before us, but well, you’ll see.”

Fawbry headed out and Malja followed. The dead trees stretched skyward like skinless fingers, each one threatening to close in at any moment. On the ground, Malja saw no evidence of fallen leaves. Perhaps this world lacked an Autumn. Perhaps it always looked this way.

Fawbry bore deep lines of worry on his face, and she wanted to ease his mind, to let him know that this time was different. This wasn’t like her obsession to kill her fathers, Jarik and Calib. She would not let her desire, her need, to find Harskill ravage her and leave her as empty and gray as this forest. She wanted to say all of that, but she had to remain focused — what if there were more creatures watching them?

“Over here,” Fawbry said, ushering her onward.

They came upon a large expanse that had been dug deep into the ground. It appeared that someone had been running an organized mining effort here long ago. The wide open pit had numerous ledges with wood stairs and a few ladders providing access deeper in the ground.

Two ledges down, Fawbry indicated a single wooden post standing upright in the ground. It looked like a message post. Malja had seen such things before on several worlds — a thick post that people could nail messages on for all to see. Except on this message post, Malja did not find a paper with important information. On this message post, she found a short creature tied tight with heavy rope.

Colored green and tan, it had hard skin like a form-fitted shell — four arms, four legs, and a tiny head with a row of black, beady eyes. As they approached, the creature snapped its bald head upward and stared at Fawbry. Not only its head, Malja realized, but the creature lacked hair everywhere. If not for its size — about half Fawbry’s height — Malja would have considered the thing to be an insect.

Then it spoke.

“Help. Please. I get down. Please. Help get down.” Its voice grated Malja’s ears with a high-pitched, gravel that sounded oddly like two voices speaking at once.

“When I found him, I was going to cut him down,” Fawbry said, “but then I thought you should see him first.”

It watched how Fawbry spoke to Malja and then focused on her. With a jerk of its head, it widened most of its eyes. “You Gate.”

Malja exchanged a concerned look with Fawbry. “What makes you say that?”

“Do-kha.”

Stepping closer, Malja pulled at her clothing. “You’ve seen this before?”

The creature’s head bobbed up and down. “Seen it, yes. Make it. Make it. That’s me.”

“You make do-khas?”

“Yes, yes, yes. Please. I get down. Please.”

Malja gestured to Fawbry. “Cut it down.”

Fawbry complied and the creature dropped down. With spry movements, it scurried before Malja and bowed. Despite its hard-shelled skin, its body made an unsettling sloshing noise like meat and organs dumping into a drainage ditch.

“Thank you. Thank you. You save me. Thank you.”

Malja looked away. “Who are you? What are you? Where are you from? You said you make do-khas. How? And how’d you get here? Who tied you up?”

The creature frowned and its eyes glazed over. Fawbry snickered. He stepped forward, placing a calming hand on Malja’s shoulder.

“You’re confusing him. This little thing reminds me of the griffles back in Corlin,” he said. “If you recall, I led them quite efficiently.”

“You conned them. And you only succeeded until I came along.”

“Regardless of how you see it, the fact remains that I have had plenty of experience dealing with little minds.”

Malja bit back a laugh. Instead, she stepped away and waved him on. “Good luck.”

Fawbry offered a sarcastic bow and then squatted so that the creature didn’t have to look upward at him. “My name’s Fawbry. What’s your name?”

The creature’s row of eyes closed up, leaving only the front four open and staring at Fawbry. “Plang.”

“Hello, Plang. I’m glad we could help you out.”

“Me happy too.”

“We’ve never seen a creature like you. Do you have a name for your kind?”

Plang’s eyes glazed over again.

Fawbry pointed to a tree. “Tree.” He pointed to a rock. “Rock.” He pointed to himself. “Man.”

Plang pointed to itself. “Groyle.”

“Groyle, huh? That’s a nice sounding word.”

In a harsh whisper, Malja said, “Ask it who tied it up?”

Plang eyed Malja warily. “Gate brought me. Gate tied me.”

Before Malja could demand another question, Fawbry scooted to the side to block the groyle’s view. “Don’t worry about that Gate. They’re not all the same. This one I’m with, she’s nice. Sometimes.”

“Yes, yes. Some Gate nice. Most Gate mean. Groyle know to be nice.”

“Where are the other groyles?”

“Yes, yes. All live at home. Work together. Make the do-khas.”

Malja stepped forward and Plang cowered back. “Ask it about that. Where do they make do-khas? How? It doesn’t look like it’s from this world, not colored green against all this gray, so where’s it from?”

Fawbry waved her back. “You’re scaring him.” He smiled at Plang. “Sorry. My friend is happy to know you make do-khas.”

“I make do-khas good,” Plang said. “I the best.”

“I bet you are. In fact, we’d really like to see where you make these do-khas. It must be a special place.”

“Very special.”

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