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Chris Evans
Opocket books
new york london toronto s ydney
B O O K O N E O F T H E I R O N E L V E S
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d A R k n e s s
F o R g e d
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F I R e
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o n e
Mountains shouldnt scream, but this one
did.
The agony o the rock vibrated
beneath the paws o a small, brown squirrel crouched
low behind a boulder near the summit. The rigidnight air thrummed in sympathetic harmony with
the mountain, blurring the light rom a shooting star
trailing crimson re across the sky. Shadows shattered
and reormed, their shapes subtly altered.
The squirrel sat up on its hind legs and looked to
the sky, its glittering eyes ollowing the path o the
red star as it burned across the sky toward the east.
Letting out a sigh, the squirrel shook its small head;
no matter how many centuries you had to get ready,prophecies always caught you o guard. The Stars
were returning to the world. It was a strange thought
or a squirrel to have, but not or the el-wizard that
had taken squirrel orm.
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Remaining transormed or the time being, the
wizard dropped to all ours and leaped to anotherboulder a ew eet higher up, stretching out his arms
and legs to take advantage o the loose olds o ur
between them. He landed on the next boulder hu-
ing or breath. It was denitely easier to fy going
downhill. He looked up to the mountain summit andshivered in spite o the ur that currently covered his
body. A group o trees dotted the peak.And Im just a
squirrel, the wizard thought, rubbing his paws together
or warmth beore continuing his climb.
The wizards tail bushed as he scampered closer tothe top. With each jump the ground elt increasingly
wrong. Something was changing it rom the inside,
and he knew what. The roots o the trees on the sum-
mit were clawing their way deep into the heart o the
mountain to eed on the rock. Until tonight, theyhad been contained, isolated on this mountaintop
where they could be controlled, i not destroyed. The
alling o the Red Star in the east signaled that was
no longer the case. A power not known in the world
since the beginning o time was returning. Power that
could either save it, or destroy it.
He concentrated on the orest, wishing he was
powerul enough to wipe it rom the ace o the
earth himsel, but knowing it was ar beyond him.He hoped, however, that his plan might help the one
who could. All the wizard had to do was steal one
small thing. And survive. Its why he had transormed
himsel. A wizard going into this orest would never
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return. A squirrel, on the other hand, had the slim-
mest o chances o surviving by going unnoticed.He hoped.
The wizard paused again in his climb to catch his
breath, watching it turn to mist and rise in the icy air,
drawing his eyes to the trees that clung to the rock.
No living thing should have ound a home there,yet the orest survived, its roots boring ever deeper
into the rock, suckling on the bitter ore it ound.
Leaves turned iron-black, the wind honing them
to a razor edge. Bark crystallized, growing translu-
cent to reveal the thick ichor pulsing beneath whilebranches withered needle thin, stabbing down at the
ground in the vain search or something feshier to
consume.
It was a orest, o a kind.
The mountain shuddered and sent chunks o rockcartwheeling down its side, as i trying to shake the
orest loose. Just in time the wizard hid in a crevice
until the avalanche had passed. He poked his head up
a moment later and prepared to make the nal dash
into the trees. It didnt look promisingarrowlike
twigs splintered against rock with a sound o ringing
iron as the trees now hunted among the shadows.
The wizard twitched his squirrel tail twice then
darted between the crystal trunks in a wild dash orthe center o the orest. Branches slashed down as he
dodged and scrambled or his lie.
Finally, out o breath and on the verge o exhaus-
tion, he came to the very center o the orest.
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There, on a ragged knuckle o granite, stood a
silver Wol Oak.He knew the Wol Oaks well, good nuts, but this
one was wholly unlike the tall, majestic trees in the
Great Forest o the Hyntaland on the plains below.
Those trees were tall and proud, their limbs strong
and supple in the nurturing sun. This tree sharednone o those traits, growing low and wide across the
rock, snaking its jagged limbs out in every direction to
ensnare its progeny in a thicket o wild, dark hunger.
Glinting, obsidian-shelled acorns covered the ground
beneath it.The orest was expanding.
The wizard elt the sudden urge to get o the
ground and climb somewhere high. He looked at the
trees around him and decided that the ground, as pol-
luted as it was, was still preerable. It was as he eared.Being this close to the silver Wol Oak was taking
its toll; he was starting to think like a squirrel. Wol
Oaks were the natural conduits or the raw, elemental
magic o nature, and among them the silvers had no
equal. This one surpassed even them.
Five hundred rings ago, this silver Wol Oak had
been a sapling cub in the birthing meadow o the
Great Forest, a new, young lie ull o promise. In
time, it would have towered above the tallest trees,a singular being o incredible, i simple power, rul-
ing and protecting the orest by infuencing all living
things around it. It had been that way since the begin-
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ning. Then the elves had come to the Hyntaland, and
everything changed.The wizard ought his most basic instinctsel
and squirrelto fee down the mountain. Not yet
though, not without getting what he came or. He
placed one paw in ront o the other and started to
move cautiously toward the silver Wol Oak, only tond his progress stopped because the more sensible
squirrel part o his mind had wedged his tail between
two rocks, saving his lie.
Black, hoary rost sparkled on the rocks, radiating
out rom the tree in all directions. A moment later,a piece o night detached itsel rom the rest o the
darkness.
The Shadow Monarch, el witch o the high,
dark orest, had come.
She stood beside the silver Wol Oak, the reeko cold, metallic power lling the orest. He sensed
more than saw. Her head turn and look toward him.
His breath roze in his lungs, his vision darkening
around the edges.
Her gaze moved on. He relaxed ever so slightly,
drawing in the tiniest o breaths. Frost glistened o
his whiskers.
The Shadow Monarch looked up to the sky, ol-
lowing the path o the allen Red Star. She reachedout to the tree. Anger, pain, desire, and something
more inused the two, twisting the very air around
them. Their madness wove together until their power
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was one and the same, staining everything. She then
wrapped Her arms around the tree, a dark thing cra-dling a dark thing, and the wizard sensed what he had
long eared: above all else, She wanted revenge.
The wizard raised his head, peering beyond his
whiskers to the black tableau a ew eet away. The
Shadow Monarch was looking down at a pool oichor beside the silver Wol Oak. The pool shim-
mered, revealing an image o the Great Forest to
the west o the mountain. Elves o the Long Watch,
ormed to protect the Great Forest rom Her mad-
ness, patrolled among the trees. For centuries nowthey had kept Her at bay, orever vigilant, keeping
Her and Her orest isolated high on the mountain.
It was a comorting vision. What happened next
wasnt.
Black fame fickered in the Great Forest, andelves and trees began to shrivel and die. Stars ell, but
wherever they landed Her orest was there, devouring
the Stars power and making it Her own. New trees
burst orth rom the cold earth like daggers o crystal
and ore. These trees spread, covering more and more
ground until no ree space remained . . . blanketing
mountain and desert, lake and ocean, in one dark
orest.
The mountain shuddered anew. A dierent imageormed in the dark pool. Soldiers now stood about,
their green jackets and iron muskets the unmistakable
hallmarks o the Calahrian Imperial Army, the sharp
edge o the human empire across the ocean.
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The image in the pool pulled back, revealing
more. There was a small ortress on a hill, vaguelyamiliar to him. Power fowed rom Her to the pool
and the image grew larger as She searched or some-
thing there. The wizard gasped as Her magic suddenly
washed over him. He struggled to keep control and
remember why he was here, knowing he was slowlylosing the ght as the magic o Her orest wreaked
havoc with his mind.
The shooting star blazed across the sky above
the small ort, then stopped, hanging there like a red
sun. The brilliance o its light grew until the ichorturned completely crimson. And then the light was
gone and no sign o the star remained, but something
had changed.
Slowly, silently, he inched out o his hiding place
and crept along the ground toward the thing he hadcome or. Every step was a cold needle in his paws,
but there, just a oot away, lay one o the silver Wol
Oaks obsidian-shelled acorns. It was close, but he
needed a distraction.
He concentrated, trying to draw magic rom the oul
power that coursed around him. Wincing with pain, he
sited it in his mind until he was able to cleanse enough
to perorm one small spell. It would have to do.
He ocused his thoughts on a tree on the otherside o the clearing, and or a moment it looked more
like what it should have been; brown and green and
healthy. The other trees attacked it at once, failing
and stabbing it in a furry o branches. The wizard
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lunged, grabbing the acorn between his paws and
stung it into his mouth. Cold lightning fashedthrough his head, but he managed to scamper back
behind a rock beore spitting the acorn out into his
paws where it steamed in the air.
The mountain shuddered again, a deep, mournul
sound. Rock sundered. Chasms opened deep into themountains core, laying bare its ancient past. Flames
o black rost leaped rom the darkness and high
into the night sky. Her orest dug ever deeper, delv-
ing more than rock, reaching back to an age long past.
Primal, red-throated roars not heard or hundreds oyears lled the air, and they were hungry. Another
voice rose above them, and the bit o the wizard that
remained in control shivered at the words.
You shall feed, too,She told them. Roots pulledmisshapen creatures rom the depths. They spilledorth in black heaps, a shambling mass o crooked
limbs and milky white eyes.
Go out in this world as you once did. Gatherto me those that bear my mark. Those others thatwould harm My realm . . . destroy.
Every ber in his body told him to run while his
luck held, but he had to risk one last look in the
pool. Like the Great Forest, tongues o rost re were
engulng the ortress on the hill, burning everything.Her trees breached the earth, their roots clawing,
searching or the star that had allen there.
Enough. He stued the acorn back in his mouth
and ran or his lie.
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The pain was overwhelming, but he had to get
back down the mountain with his prize. Every leaptook him urther away rom this inernal place and
closer to the one who now had a chance to stop Her.
When he reached the bottom o the mountain he
ound a nearby cave and crawled into it, spitting the
acorn out and collapsing in a heap, his body trans-orming to that o an el again. He let the pain and
exhaustion take him, driting into unconsciousness
with the satisaction o knowing he had succeeded in
the rst part o his task. When he was ully recovered
he would be able to deliver the prize in person.
High up on the mountain, the Shadow Monarch
stood watching. She saw the el-wizard collapse in
the cave. Creatures stood beside Her, waiting. Some
still bore the look o elves, though terribly twisted.They waited or the command to tear the wizard to
shreds. The command did not come. Instead, the
Shadow Monarch smiled.
Worlds shouldnt scream, but this one would.
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t w o
Asentry leaned against an abandoned bullock
cart, propping his musket against a shattered
wheel. The aded painted letters on the
side o the cart spelled out 35th footcalahrian
imperial army, not that he could read them, not thathe cared. He took a quick glance around the other
side o the cart and saw nothing, just a ew dots o
orange in the night where lanterns burned along the
ortress walls. It was as run-down as the cart. Only in
darkness did it still look ortlike, and even then the
ragged line o lanterns showed where parts o the
walls had collapsed through time and neglect.
He pushed his shako back on his head and ran
a sleeve across his sweaty brow while undoing thetop button o his uniorm. You could poach an egg in this
heat, he gured, then elt sick at the thought. There
was a time when hed scar down a horse steak barely
seared on the re and ask or seconds, but the heat
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o this place robbed a man o appetite, and not just
or ood.Honor guard my arse, he grumbled to himsel,
pulling a small carved pipe and leather pouch o
tobacco rom a jacket pocket. So the last Viceroy
was dat enough to get himsel killed here, so what?
What honor do they think were guarding now?he asked, knowing he would not get a satisactory
answer, even i he wasnt just talking to himsel. It
was like that in the army. Ask away, the sergeants
said, but youll never like the answer. Made a sol-
dier think there was little uture in thinking muchat all.
Shoulda had a better guard two years ago, might
have done him some good then, he said, chuckling at
his own joke. He tamped a thick wad o lea into the
bowl o the pipe with his thumb then with his lethand patted his uniorm or his fint and tinder box.
He stole another look back up at the ortress. He had
ten minutes, teen at the most, beore the sergeant
would come down to check on him. Time enough
or a good smoke, i only he could nd the fint. His
hand ell on something hard and square in a pocket
and he smiled. Pulling out the tinder box, he quickly
slipped the piece o fint rom inside and was about
to strike it when a glitter in the sky made him stop.He looked up into a ery light that roared into being
directly above the ort.
He screamed, dropping the fint and throwing an
arm across his eyes. Pure, red light radiated in every
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direction and then just as quickly, was gone. Slowly,
he let his arm drop, blinking to get his vision back.Everything looked the same as beore. The ort
still stood, the lanterns marking its walls. Had it been
a spell? He patted himsel all over and ound that he
elt the same, too. He remembered the fint and bent
over to look or it. Was that rost?He leaned closer, reaching down with his hand. The
air elt cool on his ngertips nearer to the ground.
The grass shriveled beore his eyes as the earth
cracked like a plate thrown to the foor. Something
black burst through the earth and latched on to hiswrist. He tried to all backward, but he couldnt break
ree o the icy grip. A shout roze in his throat as a
dark shape emerged rom the ground in ront o him.
Its ace was a jagged puzzle o shadow, but some-
thing about it looked amiliar.. . . V-Viceroy? he managed, his breath a pale
mist.
The thing that held him let go o his wrist and
grabbed him by the throat, liting him up until his
boots no longer touched the ground. The small pipe
and tinder box ell to the dirt and were immediately
covered in a cold, black rost.
Not anymore, Her Emissary said, letting go o
the dead body and moving toward the dots o orangelight up the hill. A orest, o a kind, began to grow
in its wake.
It began to hunt.
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There were many places you didnt want to be in the
middle o summer in the sweltering humidity o highnoon on the southern coast o Elkyna. The center o
the bazaar o Port Ghamjal topped the list. Heat oozed
through the streets like wet mortar, lling every crack
and crevice and slowing the pace o lie to a crawl.
Faltinald Elkhart Gwyn, recipient o the Ordero the Amber Chalice, holder o the Blessed Garter
o St. DiWynn, Member o the Royal Society o
Thaumaturgy and Science, and Her Majestys newly
appointed Viceroy or the Protectorate o Greater
Elkyna o the Calahrian Empire, was not amused.He should have been in the viceroyal palace hours
ago, but his carriage and procession were currently
stopped dead.
Malodorous cesspool, the Viceroy said, raising
a scented handkerchie to his nose. Smells bubbledand oozed in the sweltering cauldron o ve thou-
sand merchant stalls jammed into an area originally
intended to hold a th that number. Beasts o
burden were as numerous as the fies that swarmed
around them, buzzing black clouds surging several
eet in the air with every swish o a dung-crusted tail.
Cinnamon, raw meats, curdling milk, mustard, car-
damom, and the bitterly sharp tungam nut assaulted
the nose and watered the eyes and almost distractedthe marketgoer rom the underlying stench o sweat
and raw sewage.
The carriage door swung open and a lieutenant in
the green uniorm o the Calahrian inantry saluted.
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The market smells washed into the cabin and the
Viceroy ought the urge to gag.Sorry or the delay, your grace, but one o the
outriders horses knocked over an elkynans stall, and
the merchant wont let us past until we pay.
The Viceroy sighed behind his handkerchie. Is
that all? Fine, shoot him.The ocer blinked and opened and closed his
mouth. Sir?
To delay the Viceroy is to delay the work o the
Empire, which is tantamount to revolt. O course,
shooting a merchant in the bazaar as one o his rstacts as newly appointed Viceroy would cause no little
unrest in the country, he realized, and he was not
unhappy at the thought. It was time or the Empire
to orge a new path in the world even i Her Majesty
did not agree, and to do so he would set Elkynaafame.
The lieutenant coughed, clearly lost on the word
tantamount. The word revolt, however, registered
with him like a cannon shot. Your grace, I dont
think its as bad as all that! The murmur o a grow-
ing crowd indicated that it wasnt yet, but could be i
given the right provocation.
The Viceroy lowered his handkerchie and gave
the ocer a smile that showed teeth and not a hint ohumanity. Really? Bring me that news parchment,
he said, pointing to a tattered scroll o paper pinned
to the wall across rom the open door. The lieutenant
yelled at a sergeant, who quickly retrieved the parch-
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ment, handing it to the ocer who in turn handed it
to the Viceroy.Can you read this? the Viceroy asked, pointing
to the large black letters at the top o the scroll.
Its the Imperial Weekly Herald, your grace, the lieu-
tenant said slowly.
O the Calahrian Empire, yes. And below that?The lieutenant squinted. northern tribes stage
peaceful protest, a story by Her Majestys Scribe
Rallie Synjyn.
The rst twinge o a headache blossomed behind
the Viceroys eyes. The very idea o a reporter oevents struck the Viceroy as running counter to
everything he believed in. Spies or those in power
were one thing, but inorming the governed was quite
another. The masses did not need to know, only to
obey. Clearly, Her Majestys Scribe Rallie Synjyn wasa thorn that needed plucking.
The natives are growing restless. They have been
without proper leadership or too long. Order must
be restored. The state o aairs was indeed deplor-
able; things were not disorderly enough, a act Synjyn
and the Imperial Weekly Heraldcontinued to convey.
Two years ago, in a sop to Imperial brotherhood,
Her Majesty had appointed an el rom the Hynta-
land to oversee Elkyna. It did not turn out as HerMajesty wished. For one thing, the elkynan werent
actually elves, and harbored a deep resentment o
those that were. Three centuries beore, an explorer
looking or an eastern sea passage to the homeland
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o the real elves in the Hyntaland discovered a new
land by mistake. Convinced he really had ound theHyntaland, the explorer insisted on proclaiming the
natives el-kind, despite the act that the elkynan
were a somewhat short, stocky race that looked noth-
ing like elves and ar more like humans, though the
Viceroy deplored the idea.A second problem had been the previous Vice-
roys capricious, brutal, and above all, bloody reign.
An iron st in an iron glove. How . . . appropriate, the
new Viceroy thought, reusing to even entertain the
punthat the last Viceroy was murdered by the elcommanding the Iron Elves regiment, Her Majestys
colonial troops rom the Hyntaland.
The scandal had rocked the Empire. The elves o
the Hyntaland, once viewed as the Queens most loyal
colonial subjects, were now seen as the duplicitousbeings they were. The Iron Elves were disbanded,
their soldiers placed aboard a galley and sent south
across the ocean to the desert wastes, while their
ocer was court-martialed and cashiered rom the
service, but not, unortunately, executed. Evidence
apparently existed that suggested the previous Vice-
roy had in act been working or someone else. While
Calahr was mortied by it all, the elkynan rejoiced
in the Viceroys demise, and much o their growingresentment was defated. The urgency to appoint a
new Viceroy diminished, and it took considerable
maneuvering within the royal court or Gwyn to
nally secure the posting. In the meantime, the work
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o the last Viceroy had simmered in the heat with no
one to stir it up.Well, that was all about to change.
I expect to be in my palace within the hour,
Lieutenant. Someone is going to be shot in the next
ten seconds; Ill leave it up to you who.
The lieutenant saluted and closed the door.Orders barked out and the sound o metal ramrods
rattling in musket barrels sent up a cry among the
crowd. The carriage swayed as people ran.
Fire! The musket volley echoed o the mud
brick walls, ollowed by screaming. The carriage beganto move orward again, the squelch o things beneath
its wheels adding to the din. The Viceroy closed his
eyes and allowed himsel another smile. Things had
indeed changed.
Four hours later the Viceroy stood among the ruins
o his palace, looking or someone to blame. He
took a calming breath and surveyed his new home.
The palace was little more than a collection o
tumbled blocks o sun-dried mud. It reminded
him o a potters wheel let unattended, the wet
clay slumping and racturing as it dried into sot,
meaningless bits.
Shattered pieces o statues representing dei-ties once venerated now suocated under sheets o
lichen, slowly eating away at them until not even the
memory o their godliness remained. Had the pre-
vious Viceroy actually lived among this squalor? He
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considered that. The man hadbeen an el, one o the
races close to nature and all that rubbish.The lieutenant ollowed the Viceroys gaze. The
last Viceroy never took up residence here, your grace,
the lieutenant said, his voice quavering slightly.
Always o on some kind o expedition or other.
Searching or buried treasure, no doubt, the Viceroysaid. It was a poorly kept secret that the previous Vice-
roy had spent the bulk o his time, when not antago-
nizing the elkynan, tearing up the country in search
o magical artiacts. The el s search had ended, badly,
at the little garrison ort o Luuguth Jor.They say he was looking or signs o the Stars,
your grace, trying to nd where they had once been.
He had maps and wizards and everything to try and
nd them.
The Viceroy looked closely at the lieutenant orthe rst time. He had the look o a wax toy let too
long in the sun. Everything about him drooped, rom
his eyes to his stance. Middle-aged, only a lieuten-
ant, and assigned to guard duty in a backwater like
Elkyna, he was the epitome o the Empire today:
sot.
The lieutenant blushed under the Viceroys stare
and continued. You know, your grace, that old chil-
drens tale about how the Stars in the sky are reallyrom the ground, and that one day, when a red star
ell, the world would, well, end.
The Eastern Star? The Viceroy knew the leg-
end, had heard the rumor about the el s expeditions,
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and had thought it a case o too much sun and too
little brain, but now . . . The Stars are myth, pointso light o no more power than that el-witch in her
orest across the sea.
The lieutenant shook his head, a not insignicant
act o bravery or the man. Oh, no, your grace, the
Shadow Monarch is real. In act, theres some whothink, well, that the last Viceroy was working or Her,
on account o him being an el rom over there, like
Her . . .
The Viceroys eyes stared daggers, perected rom
practicing the look in the mirror.Are you suggesting Her Majestys representa-
tive was a traitor to the Empire? The rst rule hed
learned in the diplomatic corps was to never reveal
your true thoughts to anyone. Ever.
The lieutenant stammered, so ar out o his depththe pressure was making it hard to breathe. I-I meant
no disrespect, your grace! Its just that when Colonel
Osveen killed him
That will be all, Lieutenant, the Viceroy said,
oering the man another tooth-lled smile. I sug-
gest you put your imagination to better use by won-
dering what will happen i this palace is not restored
to a tting state within two weeks.
Two weeks? the lieutenant managed to squeak,his ace draining o all color.
Sooner, i you preer. Now, dont let me keep
you rom your work, he said, turning away as the
man saluted and stumbled o into the dark.
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The Viceroy walked toward what had been the
throne room, or perhaps, he wondered, had theymerely placed palm ronds on the foor and lounged
there like so many dogs? Natives, he thought, they
were the same the world over. The Empire was ar too
lenient in allowing them to keep their inerior cultures.
It was long past time or the Empire to exert itsel asit once had, bringing re and steel and civilization to
the unenlightened. Orcs, dwarves, elves, elkynan, and
the rest o the muddied races had been allowed to
thrive in this age o peace, poisoning the Empire rom
within and without. The Queens mercy would be theEmpires downall i something wasnt done.
As he walked, he considered the rumors o the
Red Star. He trusted rumors the way he trusted sharp
knives, and sought a way to grasp the point without
getting pricked. However, i the Stars were real . . .Thoughts o the Stars were pushed aside as he
entered his would-be throne room. Lanterns hung
rom iron poles in a circle. They cast a futtering, yel-
low light, creating the impression o lie where there
was only crumbling mud and stone. The once ornate
tile foor was spider-webbed with cracks and stained
with splotches o uzzy mold. Looking distinctly out
o place in the center o the room was a long, oak
conerence table with two wicker chairs around it, thesum total o urnishings the palace had to oer. The
chairs were o native design, ar too rustic or his
liking, but the table was unlike anything he had ever
seen beore. Its legs were carved to resemble those o
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a dragon, sinew and claw masterully reproduced. It
made the table look as i it were about to leap. Thetop gleamed with inlaid emerald leaves polished into
the wood in the shape o a dragons head, the mouth
wide open and staring up at him with two black eyes.
It made him eel he was being watched, a trick he
suspected was created by more than a simple wood-carvers skill.
Viceroy Gwyn sat down in a chair in ront o the
table and ran his hands along the surace, marvel-
ing at the smooth, tingling sensation that ran up his
arm. He deliberately placed his hand over the drag-ons maw then chided himsel or thinking anything
might actually happen. It was a marvelous creation.
He smiled. Well, well, it was the rst positive thing
the departed Viceroy had let him.
Change is coming, wait and see, he said quietly.It might have been a breeze playing with the lantern
fames, but or a moment, the table seemed to gleam
a little brighter.
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Konowa Swit Dragon didnt trust trees, not
since hed allen out o one when he was a
child o six years. His relationship with them
had only gotten worse since then. He spun around
quickly to ace behind him, alert or any sign omovement. The game path he ollowed was bare, the
trees to either side big, brown, green, and motionless.
Good. Something buzzed by his ear and he slapped a
hand against his neck then held it out in ront o his
ace to examine the kill. He grunted with satisaction;
at least one black fy would no longer torment him.
Thatll teach you, he said, wiping his hand on
the bark o a nearby tree. He grabbed the canteen
slung across his shoulder and took a drink, lookingaround at this strange, sweltering orest that was now
his home.
A miasma o sounds and smells assaulted him at
every turn. Bugs, birds, and urred-beasts twittered,
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chittered, spewed, cawed, oozed, growled, yelped, and
bit all day and most aggravatingly, all night. The treessecreted bucketuls o cloying sap, the smell every
bit as vile as a ormal palace ball hed once attended
at the height o summer years ago in the Calahrian
capital.
Between the stink and the racket there was enoughto make him despise the orest, but ate, it seemed,
wasnt satised with that. On top o everything else,
Konowa was certain the trees were watching him.
Worse, he had the growing suspicion that they were
trying to tell him something. He walked up to one,even reaching out a hand to pat it, but it looked and
acted just like a tree, being absolutely inscrutable as
it stood there.
Its just the heat, he decided, wiping the sweat
rom his brow. Elkyna was suocatingly hot in thesummer, humid in the snowless winter, and miserable
the rest o the year.
He was, as he had been or the past year, alone in
a orest.
It brought to mind the angry words hed shouted
all those years ago as he clutched his broken arm and
kicked the trunk o the tree that had let him all: I
hate the orest and I dont want to be an el anymore!
Decades later, that sentiment remained.Sighing, Konowa dropped the canteen to his side
and held his hands out beore him, palms up, won-
dering i he would ever hold his own ate again. He
looked closer at his hands. His natural tanned color
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was deepening to a hue close to the reddish-brown
bark o the trees around him. Great, he thought, Imturning into a bloody tree. He ran his hands through the
tangled thatch o long black hair on his head, hal
expecting to eel leaves sprouting there. Instead, his
ngers brushed against the tops o his ears, eeling
the point on the right, and ragged scar tissue onthe let where the point used to be. The mutilation
hadnt been by choice, but he wasnt overly upset with
the results. He had never been comortable with his
heritage.
Konowa closed his eyes and let the orest talk tohim. Nothing. He opened one to see i anything had
changed. A large, brightly colored snake wound its
way up the trunk o an old, bent teak, using the trees
faking pale-gray bark or grip. The snake paused,
turning to look at him. Its tongue darted in and outo its mouth testing the air. Konowa closed his eyes
again and ocused his thoughts on the snake, but all
he sensed was how oolish he was or trying. He gave
up and sought out the trees themselves.
They were nothing like the lean, straight pines
and rs or thick and limb-heavy oaks he had known
as a child. Here, everything curved, rom the trunks
o the trees to the creatures and vines that crawled
over them. Even the leaves were dierent, some wideand fat, others garishly green and bitter to the taste.
He tried a new approach. Youre an el, he reminded
himsel, born o the natural world; youre supposed to be able
to do this. He slowed his breathing and willed his body
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to relax, trying to let the orest inuse him with its
essence. Inuse? Essence? He shook his head. Thiswas pointless. Everything teemed with lie and all
had voices, yet he heard only noise, elt only chaos.
It had been the same the day he walked into the
birthing meadow to become an el o the Long
Watch. He remembered the mix o excitement andear as he entered the most sacred realm o the Hhar
Vir, the Deep Forest, seeking a sapling cub among the
tender green shoots to become his ryk aur, his bond
brother.
Let your spirit walk among them, and one shall call toyou, he was told, so he stayed in the meadow or ve
straight days without ood or water, waiting, hop-
ing. When the elves nally carried him out because
he was too weak to walk, no sapling cub had yet
called to him. The Wol Oaks, the very embodimento the natural world, had measured him, ound him
wanting, and rejected him. The thought still rankled.
Even the el-witch the elders told stories about to
scare wayward children had ound a sapling cub with
which to bond.
Knowing it was ruitless but trying anyway, he
now raised his arms high into the air and called again
to the trees around him. His only answer was a swarm
o gnats that few into his mouth. Exasperated andspitting bugs, Konowa lowered his arms and squirmed
inside the tattered and patched remnants o his uni-
orm. The Calahrian Imperial Army green had aded
to dirty white, and the knees and elbows sported
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ill-sewn patches o black leather rom his knapsack.
His musket, however, was in perect condition. Helet his let hand brush against the stock and smiled at
the cold and lieless eel o wood and steel entwined.
The weapon would work i he kept his powder dry
and the moving parts oiled, not i he elt in tune
with it, as the oath weapons the Wol Oaks bestowedon their ryk aurelves required.
A rumbling growl made Konowa turn. Jir, his
companion o the last year, and probably the sole
reason Konowa had not gone stark, raving mad out
here, stood a oot away, having sneaked up on Konowawithout the el hearing a thing.
Youre better at this than me, he said, lightly
rapping the bengar between the eyes with his knuck-
les. Jir snorted and shook his woolly head, staring
up at him with big black eyes. Jir was larger than adyre wol, larger even than a tiger, sporting a coat o
short, midnight-black ur streaked through with dull
red stripes. His head eatured a stubby, well-whiskered
muzzle and a urry mantle o thick hair that ran hal-
way down his back. At the moment, he was marking
his territory, orcing Konowa to jump back a pace.
A swarm o black fies rose up rom Jirs back as his
long tail swished menacingly around his hindquarters.
When he was done, Jir padded over on our big paws,rubbing against him and purring a deep, contented
sound that made Konowas body vibrate.
They were quite a pair, Konowa mused, scratch-
ing the bengar behind the ears. The eel o Jirs coarse
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ur reminded him o bark and he looked again at
the orest that had become his home. Cathedral lightell like shats o gold between the trunks as the sun
dipped below the tops o the trees. It was the kind o
moment his ather had urged him to commune with,
to nd his center and become one with the orest.
Konowa snorted. It was the kind o moment when hewanted a tankard o beer and a grilled sausage.
A light breeze sighed between the branches,
evaporating the sweat rom his orehead. Ater the
heat o the past two weeks, it was a welcome change
that would be even better once he and Jir were backin the hut with the door rmly in place. It was not
wise to be out in the open when the moon climbed
the sky.
Jir growled and shook his woolly head, indicating
hed had enough. Konowa lited his hand and movedo. Liting the stock o his musket out o the way,
he squatted with some diculty, his let knee twing-
ing in protest, a souvenir rom an orc lancer many
years beore. He grabbed a handul o dirt and sited
it through his hands, mimicking the actions o the
Hynta-elves hed watched all through his childhood
years. His hand tingled with the power o the natural
order, but he had no idea what to do with it. Konowa
shivered in spite o the heat, dropping the dirt as istung.
Lets go home, he said.
Jir stared at him with apparent disdain. Konowa
wasnt sure he didnt deserve it.
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They walked or several minutes beore he ound
a tree that hed notched earlier that day with hissmall hunting hatchet. Cutting a tree was as much an
act o deance as an aid to navigation. The elves o
his tribe would have been appalled to see him deace
a tree with a steel ax, but they werent here to guide
him.Feeling smug, Konowa lengthened his stride. He
took one complete step and pitched orward into an
unseen hollow.
Yirka umno! Konowa swore as he ell. He landed
with a thud. As he lay there catching his breath, herealized with some surprise that hed used a tribal
curse, invoking summer lightning, the orests most
eared natural predator. Im going native, he thought,
pushing himsel up to his hands and knees. He roze
halway up, coming ace to rear with the hindquarterso one severely agitated skunk dragon.
Yirka! Konowa shouted, scrambling backward as
the awul-smelling re burst orth. He began to roll
and beat at the fames, all the while gagging on the
stench. Jir growled and wagged his tail uriously at
the little black dragon and was no help at all. Konowa
rolled and beat out the last o the oul-smelling
fames, cursing all the while. He staggered to his eet,
wielding his musket like a club, ready to dash the ani-mals brains onto the orest foor, but the dragon had
already scampered o. Finally running out o breath,
he leaned his musket against a tree, unstoppered his
canteen, and poured the contents over his head.
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He stood like that or several seconds, his ace
dripping, his chest heaving, and his eyes dartingwildly rom side to side like an el possessed. When
the roar o blood in his ears quieted enough or him
to hear the perpetual hum o the orest, he fung the
canteen away. No sooner had he thrown it away and
watched it disappear among the trees than he realizedhed need it.
Konowa took stock o his situation. Aside rom
what elt like a bad case o sunburn, he was unin-
jured. His uniorm, however, was absolutely ruined.
He stripped o his cartridge pouch, shirt, boots andtrousers, leaving only his loincloth on as he gingerly
hopped rom oot to oot on the carpet o nettles
rom the bushlike tree he ound himsel under.
Ater a ew moments o that, Konowa decided
it was time to try something new. Thoughts o theclean, cool water by the hut spurred him to action.
Shooting a withering glance at Jir, he put his boots
back on ater careully brushing any clinging nettles
o his bare eet. Flies, gnats, and a dozen other bugs
he couldnt identiy were now buzzing about his
head, but none dared land; the stench o the skunk
dragon acting as the rst eective remedy hed ound
to keep them at bay. Picking up his musket, he hung
his soiled clothes and pouches rom the muzzle andrested the weapon on his shoulder.
What else can go wrong? he muttered, and
started to walk or home with Jir padding alongside
at a discreet distance.
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The unmistakable sound o a tree alling carried in
the twilight, and or the brieest o moments, Konowasensed pain. It was gone so ast he wasnt sure it had
happened, but when he looked over at Jir he knew
something wasnt right. The bengar stood sti-legged,
his ears straight up, muzzle sning the air.
Its nothing, Konowa lied, and kept walking,anxious to outpace the smell that clung to him. The
light was ading quickly now, and he wanted to get
back to the hut beore it was completely dark. The
sound o the orest changed at night, a subtle, grad-
ual shit that crept up on the unsuspecting . . . alongwith things that made no sound at all.
Konowa turned to scold Jir to get a move on. The
bengar was gone.
Jir, he called sotly. Jir had excellent hearing, but
that wasnt why Konowa kept his voice lowthe oresthad gone silent. The constant hum o lie that surged
through the trees was absent, the orest was preter-
naturally still, as i time itsel had ceased to exist.
Not good, Konowa whispered to himsel as he
tipped the clothes rom his musket and began to load
the weapon, just to be sae.
Cradling the musket in ront o his body, Konowa
checked that the fint was still secure, then hal-cocked
the hammer as his old regiments collect sounded inhis ears.
Heavenly spirits, who watch over us . . .
He shed out a cartridge rom his pouch with
his right hand, bringing the waxed paper tube up to
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his mouth in one practiced motion and biting the
end o.. . . guide us into battle and make sure our hand . . .
The gunpowder mixed with his saliva and he gri-
maced at its amiliar salty, bitter taste.
. . . that we might slay our enemy . . .
The weight o the small lead bullet pressedagainst his tongue, and he heard again the whip-
crack o regimental pennants unurled in a gusting
wind, the creaking timber o gun carriages, the whin-
nying o horses, the pounding o their hooves, and
the echoing barks o sergeants relaying their ocerscommands.
. . . destroy them as those that went beore us . . .
A tremor o anticipation coursed through
Konowas body.
. . . and keep our honored place as your aithul servants,
your harbingers o death. We are the warriors o the Hynta. We
ear nothing, or we are the Iron Elves!
Amen, Konowa said out loud, no longer alone.
He prepared the musket or ring to the cadence
o a sergeant long ago dead, killed by a swarm o
battle-crazed orcs in a land even more oreign than
this. Something cold and black touched Konowa
then, and he elt the presence o the lost souls o his
old regiment. He trickled a little gunpowder into thepan o the musket beore closing the hammer. Keep-
ing time with the past, he set the musket butt down
in ront o him and poured the remaining charge
down the barrel beore stung the lead ball and
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nally the paper cartridge ater it. Without pause, he
pulled out the ramrod slung beneath the barrel romthe our brass pipes that held it in place and tamped
down the wadding and bullet, all the while scanning
the orest. He replaced the ramrod and brought the
musket up to his hip, imagining the bristling line o
soldiers to his let and right and drawing comortrom their stoic silence.
He nudged the cock all the way back, the chunk
o fint held in its steel jaws glinting with purpose. He
stood like that or several seconds, his hands grow-
ing slick on the wooden portions o the gun. All tooquickly the nostalgia o the past bled away, leaving
him alone again in a strange land very ar rom home.
Another sound came rom somewhere to his let
and Konowa moved toward it, allowing his senses to
guide his eet as he kept his eyes searching the shad-ows ahead. The stillness o the orest hung like a
veil rom the branches, and the longer he walked the
harder it seemed to push orward. He had decided he
would only walk another ty yards when he stepped
into a clearing, and what had only been an exception-
ally bad day became a waking nightmare.
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Not more than thirty yards away across the
clearing crouched our rakkes around a
allen tree.
Four seven-oot-tall, boulder-shouldered, black,
scraggly haired rakkes all staring at Konowa withmilky eyes deep-set in scarred, leathery aces.
But rakkes were extinct.
What Konowa was seeing was impossible, yet
he knew they were rakkes. Hed seen the drawings
on stretched hides handed down rom generation to
generation, heard the ancient tales, even held a skull
o one o the creatures in his hands. They had lived
high in the mountain, coming down like nightall to
ravage the land below. The elves o the Long Watchhad hunted them down and destroyed them. Centuries
ago, and an ocean away.
Yet all o that meant nothing now. Four rakkes
were only thirty yards away rom him. They stood up
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as one, teetering slightly in this new bipedal stance,
like drunks one round away rom alling. Long, curv-ing claws slid out rom pawlike hands that hung
down by their knees.
The largest o them opened its mouth to reveal
long, yellow angs glistening with saliva. It screamed
a high, mewling cry and the other three responded inkind, shaking the orest foor.
It was a sound as cold and black as the depths o
time it should have been lost in.
Cawwnnnawahhhh . . .
Konowas chest heaved, his breath rushing out asorceully as i hed been hit with a cannonball.
The largest o the our rakkes had clearly said his
name. The creatures mouth contorted with the eort
as it struggled to pronounce it, its tongue more used
to moving around lacerated fesh than words.Cawwnnnawahhhh . . .
He should have run away. It was the sensible thing
to do.
Konowa red his musket, then ran straight at the
rakkes, screaming or all he was worth.
There was a loud crack, ollowed by a huge bil-
lowing cloud o acrid-smelling smoke fecked with
sparks as the musket bucked in his hands. The musket
ball passing through the chest o the rakke saying hisname with a wet thwack, blowing out chunks o eerily
white spine through the now gaping hole in its back.
Running hard, Konowa grabbed the musket by its
warm muzzle and swung the weapon in a smooth
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arc at a second rakkes head. The musket struck fesh
and bone, jarring Konowas arms and shoulders andcutting o his yell as he bit his tongue. The closest
rakke went down whimpering, its skull crushed like
an eggshell, one white eye pulped and oozing down
its cheek. Konowa laughed then, a habit he had in
battle, tasting the salty liquid o his own blood in hismouth. He swung a low backstroke at another rakke,
eeling the satisying crunch o bones travel up the
musket and into his own.
A set o claws whistled by his head and Konowa
dove orward, ducking underneath. His right shoul-der slammed into the body o a rakke, and he pivoted
onto his heels and brought the muzzle o the musket
upward with all his strength.
The rakke screamed as the steel barrel slammed
into its stomach, but without a bayonet on its end themusket only enraged the beast. The rakke wrapped
both massive arms around Konowa and crushed him
to its chest. Konowa was lited o his eet and swung
wildly through the air as he desperately tried to let go
o the musket and reach or the hatchet strapped to
his cal. He heard a crackand a bolt o lightning
exploded in his chest as one o his ribs snapped. His
head growing lighter by the second, Konowa nally
pried his hands ree and reached or the hatchet. Hisngers crawled along his leg in a weakening search as
the grip around his chest tightened.
He ound the handle, only to have it drop rom his
ngers as he was physically pounded into the ground.
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Konowas breath rushed out o him in a scream, and
he lay helpless on his back, waiting or the end tocome.
A pair o milky eyes came down to hover inches
rom his, and he could smell the putrid raw meat o
the rakkes last meal. Konowa smiled in one last act
o deance.Jagged white teeth fashed in ront o his eyes and
hot, steaming blood splashed across his ace.
When he ocused his vision again, all he could see
above him were stars. Konowa drew in a shuddering
breath and propped himsel up on one elbow.Jir held the rakke by the throat, shaking the mas-
sive beast like wheat in a storm. When Jir was satis-
ed it was dead, he opened his mouth, letting the
rakkes body all to the ground with a thump.
Three more dark orms dotted the clearing, andthe smell o blood and death thickened the air. Call-
ing on the last reserves o his strength, Konowa stag-
gered to his eet, using his musket as a crutch. Jir
looked up at him and bared his angs, a chunk o
rakke fesh hanging out the side o his mouth.
Easy, boy, Ill never be that hungry, he said, care-
ully sidestepping the eeding bengar to check that
the other three rakkes were once again extinct. The
large one that he had shot was clearly dead, the st-sized hole in its back already swarming with fies. He
could see the same was true o the second one he had
hit, and Jir was making a meal o the thirds innards.
That meant Jir must have also killed the ourth one.
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Konowa looked around or the body, spying one
crumpled twenty yards away. He limped toward it,but immediately saw that something wasnt right.
As he got closer he realized it was an elkynan
woman. So where was the ourth rakke? He looked
back at Jir, but the bengar showed no sign o unease
as it ate. The ourth creature must have fed and neverlooked back.
Konowa let go o the musket and stumbled the
last ew eet to the womans side, kneeling careully
while still holding his aching ribs. The woman lay
acedown, dressed in huntsmans garb o toughenedlinen dyed brown and green. Like most o her people,
she had dark skin, darker even than Konowas. With
only starlight and his own elvish eyes, Konowa could
just make out the intricate pattern o tattoos that
adorned her arms. A single plait o long brown hairwith dull-looking bits o pearl woven in it snaked
down her back and lay in a coil on the ground. Brac-
ing himsel or what he would nd, he grabbed the
body by the shoulders and gently turned it over.
Only the ingrained reactions o a warrior saved
him as a thin stiletto dagger few up. Konowa jerked
orward so that the fat o her palm, and not the blade,
hit the side o his neck. Beore she could thrust again,
Konowa butted the top o his head into the side oher ace and rolled out o range.
A startled yell pierced the meadow and Jir growled
in surprise, liting his blood-stained muzzle into
the air, spewing bits o meat. Konowa ought to stay
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conscious while he looked around or his musket.
He nally spotted it, but it was too ar away. Thewoman was already on her eet and advancing toward
him when she suddenly wobbled and sat straight
down, the stiletto tumbling rom her hand.
Konowas eyes went to the dagger. The blade
gleamed unnaturally under the starlight, and he real-ized it was polished wood, not unlike the oath weap-
ons o the Long Watch. He looked back at her and
waited a moment to see i dropping the dagger was
a ploy, but she just sat there, her eyes unocused. The
head butt must have done the trick ater all. Choos-ing caution as the better part o valor, he sat perectly
still and concentrated on regaining his breath. While
he did so, he studied the woman across rom him.
She was denitely no el. Konowa stared at her
alluring ace, drawn in by the almond-shaped eyes.He guessed she was no more than twenty, although
the elkynans exotic look meant matrons in their
ties could look much younger. Whatever her age,
her smooth, dark skin and ull lips were a wonderul
change ater having only Jirs urry ace to stare at.
And then there was the matter o her rather quick
refexes. Konowa tried to chuckle, the absurdity o
the day growing by the minute, but the eort sent
stabbing knives through his chest and he gave up.When the pain nally subsided to a more manage-
able level o agony, Konowa slowly stood. Speaking
Gharsi, the most common o the twenty-three lan-
guages spoken in Elkyna, Konowa hoped he could
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make himsel understood. I dont want to hurt you,
he said, well, again, anyway. Each word was a sharpstitch in his rib cage.
The sound o his voice jarred her back to sensi-
bility and her eyes narrowed. She scooped the dag-
ger rom the ground in one swit motion. Konowa
remained still, hoping she didnt have the strength tocome at him again. He wasnt sure he had any let to
end her o i she did.
Who are you? she asked, answering in the com-
mon tongue o the Empire, marking her as educated.
She risked a quick glance around the meadow. Andwhat are those things?
My name is Konowa, he said, slowly lowering his
hands. Those things . . . are rakkes. Creatures perverted
by a dark magic. They were supposedly destroyed a long,
long time ago. Suspicion made him cautious, despitethe pain. Their master was an el-witch . . .
Her eyes narrowed. I saw no el-witch, she said
coldly. She looked over at the dead rakkes scattered
about the clearing. So why are these things here,
now?
Konowa stared at her or a long moment beore
answering, trying to gauge her sincerity. He nally
decided she wasnt responsible or them . . . though
he hoped his reasoning went deeper than his immedi-ate attraction to her. I couldnt begin to guess, he
lied, reusing to contemplate why and how one o
them called his name. They shouldnt be. Theyre
supposed to be extinct.
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So you keep saying, she said, the skepticism in
her voice plain.Well, i somethings extinct it should bloody
well stay extinct, right? Konowa said, suddenly exas-
perated by it all.
She opened her mouth to say something else, then
paused, looking at him with renewed interest.Your name again?
Konowa, he said, eeling a sudden sense o dread.
Colonel Konowa Heer Ul-Osveen o the Iron
Elves?
I blood could reeze in this steaming cauldron oa land, Konowas did. Only minutes ago hed thought
his past was as dead as rakkes were supposed to be.
She looked up at him with eyes as green as the
orest around him, and he saw his doom in them.
The slayer o the Viceroy? she asked again,nally sheathing her stiletto and rising slowly to her
eet.
Among others, he said, sinking to the orest
foor.
She walked over and looked down at him. Ive
been looking or you.
She took a deep breath, brushed a strand o hair
rom her eyes, and rom within the hunting jacket
she wore pulled a thin paper scroll bearing a largewax seal, which she expertly broke with a ngernail.
Konowa closed his eyes and prayed or deliverance.
Konowa Heer Ul-Osveen, by royal decree as duti-
ully witnessed this day in the Greater Protectorate
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o Elkyna o the Calahrian Empire, you are hereby
ordered to resume your commission as an ocer inHer Majestys Imperial Army eective immediately.
Oh, and sir, she continued, a look o concern cross-
ing her ace, I strongly suggest that at the rst oppor-
tunity, you take a bath and put some clothes on. Your
time o communing with nature is at an end.Konowa sighed. I anything was to deliver him
rom this ate, it was probably out lost in the bloody
orest.
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No.
She let the scroll roll up with a snap
and kicked a nettle with her oot, send-
ing it bouncing toward Konowa and orcing him to
turn over onto his side. He winced with pain as tinyfashes o light popped and winked beore his eyes.
Despite the resh reminder o his ravaged rib cage,
he noticed or the rst time that she wore delicate-
looking sandals o woven green grass revealing por-
tions o her slender brown eet. She couldnt have walked
ar at all in those, he realized.
You will report to the nearest encampment at
once, she said as i speaking to a slightly dull child.
Besides, well be saer with the army than out here inthe orest with those extinctcreatures around.
He ignored the bait, ocusing instead on the act
that there was no tremble in her voice, no hint o
ear at all. Not even the sound o a bone snapping
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fustered her as Jir tore through a rakkes pelvis. Per-
haps, he conceded, what they say about women is true: Theyare tougher.
Is the army near? Konowa asked.
They were three days by horse to the south, on
the other side o the Jhubbuvore, she said, naming a
river Konowa vaguely remembered crossing years ear-lier. But that was over a week ago. Where they are
now I do not know. We should start at onceyou
are clearly in no condition to ght o any more o
those beasts.
A tree cracked just outside the clearing.Konowa jumped to his eet so ast it elt as i he
broke another rib. He stumbled to his musket and
picked it up, spinning in a slow circle as he searched
the edges o the clearing. Jir raised his muzzle rom
the inside o a rakke and growled in response.What is it? the woman whispered, the wicked-
looking dagger magically reappearing in her right
hand.
There were our rakkes, Konowa said, pointing
the muzzle o the musket at the bodies, but we only
killed three.
Surely your bengar killed it somewhere nearby,
the woman said, gesturing at Jir, who was looking
questioningly at Konowa.Turning to Jir, Konowa made a clenched st then
threw his arm out and opened his hand wide. Hunt,
he commanded. The animal rumbled a deep sound
and disappeared into the orest in a single bound.
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Will he nd it? she asked, coming to stand next
to Konowa even as she wrinkled her nose.Konowa kept his eyes on the trees, but was very
aware o her presence beside him. Heat roiled o her
like the open door o a smithys urnace. Then again,
it might have been the pain o his rib cage.
Maybe, maybe not. I that thing didnt lookback it could be a long way rom here. He spotted
his cartridge pouch on the ground and walked over to
it, deciding hed better reload while he could.
Youre not like any messenger Ive ever seen
beore, he remarked while gingerly ramming a newcharge and ball into the musket.
The womans eyes narrowed and the stiletto
fashed as she twirled it in her hand.
Messenger? I am Visyna Tekoy, daughter o
Almak Tekoy, governor o Hijlla Province and sup-plier to Her Majestys Imperial Army and the Outer
Territories Trading Company in these lands.
Ah, so your athers a sutler then?
A sutler! Do I look like the daughter o some rag
and bone merchant?
Konowa took a quick moment to run his eyes
over her again. Indeed you dont. Well, now, seeing
as weve established how your ather supports Her
Majestys troops, air lady, pray tell in what mannerdo you service them?
Visynas retort remained unspoken as Jir suddenly
leaped back into the clearing. He snied the air or
a moment and stretched, sheathing and unsheathing
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great curving claws that refected the starlight with
lethal intent. When he was nished he walked over towhere they were standing and lited a hind leg.
Visyna yelled in protest, quickly stepping out o
the way and into Konowas arms.
It means he likes you, he said. He reached over
and patted Jir on the head. The bengar began topurr and Konowa relaxed; the ourth rakke was long
gone.
Its disgusting, she retorted.
Konowa nodded and took a deep breath o her
dark hair, grimacing with the eort. He imagined itwas wonderully perumed, but the lingering odor
o the skunk dragon and Jirs enthusiastic attempts
to make hal the known lands his own deeated the
exercise.
I think you can let go now, she said. Your mus-ket is digging into me.
Thats not my musket, Konowa replied, bran-
dishing the weapon in his right hand in ront o her
while he kept his let around her waist. He pulled her
a little closer. You know, I did save your lie tonight.
In some parts, that sort o thing engenders a certain
amount o . . . gratitude.
Visyna stilled at the suggestion. Shes not so high and
mighty ater all, Konowa thought, suddenly concernedthat she might actually take him up on what had been
no more than a blu. A year in the orest or not, he
was in no condition or that. Visyna turned around
in his arm and aced him, her lips only inches rom
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his. He was still wondering what theyd taste like
when her st slammed into his stomach, sitting himsquarely on his backside.
You lthy pig! I am no harlot! And you, sir, are
no ocer.
Tears streamed down Konowas ace as he gasped
or breath and then he laughed, despite the pain.Youre right there, mlady. Im no ocer, not
anymore. He picked himsel up rom the ground or
the second time that night. He hurt rom head to toe
and suddenly there was nothing even remotely unny
about anything. You take that piece o parchmentwith you the next time you use the powder room,
because thats all its good or. The el on that scroll
no longer exists.
You really are him, arent you, Visyna said qui-
etly. You were the one who killed the Viceroy to saveyour people, and ours. She reached out a hand to
touch his ruined let ear, but Konowa pulled away.
You think Im a hero? Do heroes end up exiled in
a bloody orest? No, my lady, you have it all wrong. I
am one o the dyskara, the tainted ones marked by the
Shadow Monarch. Just good enough to ght or the
Empire, but never, ever to be trusted. A year o bit-
ter resentment fared up. Be araid, my lady. Molten
ore fows through my veins and daisies are poisonto me. I live in caves like dwarven olk and eat raw
meat o the bone. He ignored her crossed arms and
scrunched-up nose and pressed on, needing to vent
his anger at someone. You see beore you a spiri-
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tual descendant o the Shadow Monarch, the Horra
Rikaoath breaker, the orsaker o the orest, delvero the deep magic long ago lost to this world. Fear
me, O pure and righteous one. I was marked by Her,
ruler o the High Forest where trees grow in unnatu-
ral and vile ways, and elves have little patience or
asinine conversations.Jarahta Mysor! she yelled, swinging back her hand
as i to slap him.
Easy there, my lady, no need or that kind o lan-
guage. As ast as the anger had come, it bled away. He
tried a smile, but she wasnt having it. You have no ideawhat its like to suer under the oolishness o myths
and legends. I let the Hyntaland to get away rom all
o that, but it ollows me around like a plague.
Myths and legends? she asked, shaking her
head. They dont look like either, she said, pointingto the dead rakkes.
No, they dont, but it doesnt matter. You wouldnt
understand.
Really now? Visyna said, her voice sharp, her
eyes fashing. The story o the el-witch across the
ocean is well known even here. The Empire brought
more than oppression to my people, it also brought
stories o the Zargul Iraxa, as we call Her, Seeker o
the Darkness. She appeared to struggle or controlo hersel, then spoke again in a quieter voice. Your
ancestors orged a bond with the Wol Oaks. They
learned to harness the Wol Oaks great power, using
it to care or the natural order.
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I know the legend, Konowa said, sighing.
Have you seen this orest realm o the ShadowMonarch?
Konowa careully let out a breath in exasperation.
No, I mean, yes, but its just a bunch o trees.
You went up there, then?
Konowa wanted to say yes to end this conversa-tion, but looking into her eyes he ound himsel sud-
denly unable to lie. No, no one goes up there, but
that doesnt mean the legend is true . . . entirely.
Visyna made a ace then looked back at the rak-
kes. And these creatures?I honestly dont know, Konowa said, realizing
just how true that was. How did they know his name?
Maybe She did send them ater me, or, he said, sus-
picion faring in his mind, maybe She sent them
ater someone else.Visynas mouth ormed a perect O. Me? Youre
mad. Clearly, some elves can be in the orest too
long.
He took a step toward her. My senses are clear
enough to know something here doesnt make sense.
How is it you just happen to have a scroll calling me
back to service?
There are those who believe you can be o ser-
vice again. Many o my people consider you a heroor what you did, she said, a note o admiration
grudgingly modulating her voice.
That still doesnt explain you.
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Visyna looked as i she might take a swing at him,
then relaxed. Despite what you think, elves arentthe only people in tune with the natural world. I
have . . . a git, or nding things, so I was sent out to
look or you.
Alone? Konowa asked, reusing to believe any
o this.Not alone, she said quietly, lowering her eyes.
We were attacked by those things and I was cap-
tured, and you know the rest.
Konowa was certain that he didnt, not by a long
cannon shot, but he decided to leave it alone or themoment.
By the way, what did you call me there a moment
ago? I havent heard that one beore.
Visyna pursed her lips. Jarahta Mysor. It means
bloodless shadow.Konowa shrugged.
A being without soul, she said, an el not o the
natural world. You carry weapons orged in re, were
marked by Her, and serve the Empire that oppresses
my people. You have orsaken your destiny and have
turned your back on the ruarmana.
Konowa gave her a questioning look.
Trees. They are the bridge between the sky and
earth. Only trees reach both up to the heavens and downinto the bones o the land. Visyna brushed another
strand o hair rom her ace and stared at him with
intense curiosity. What isyournative name or them?
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Lumber.
Visynas eyes fashed with anger. You are moreiron than el !
He held up his hands or a truce. Look, as scin-
tillating as our conversation is, perhaps we could save
it or another time? The pain in his ribs was now a
steady throbbing that threatened to pound him rightinto the ground. Who knows what other beasties
besides rakkes are out here, and I dont want to be
around when they smell all this.
Visyna looked as i she wanted to say a lot more,
but held her tongue and began to pick up Konowasbelongings rom the ground, careul to avoid any
made o metal.
Konowa watched or a moment, then put the rem-
nants o his uniorm back on, grabbed those items
she wouldnt touch, and tramped straight into theorest without looking to see i she would ollow.
He knew Jir would come along when he was done
eating.
Ater several minutes he took a quick look over his
shoulder and was surprised to see her only a couple
o paces behind him. She moved with the assuredness
o an el o the Long Watch. Konowa wondered just
what would make a woman so clearly enamored o
nature serve the Empire, the largest single destructiveorce in the world. He chose not to dwell on his own
reasons; he was in enough pain as it was.
It didnt take long or Konowa to realize he was
hopelessly lost. Chances o nding his hut tonight
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were as remote as the chances o his guring out just
where this day had gone so terribly, horribly wrong.Only this morning he had had the orest to himsel,
with just Jir and the damn bugs or company.
Now he didnt know what to think about any-
thing.
The reappearance o extinct creatures, Her extinctcreatures, speaking ones name, along with a royal
decree also with ones name, had a way o changing
ones outlook on lie.
Looking back to see that Visyna was still close
behind, he pushed on through the trees, holding hisribs and cursing each step. He consoled himsel that
i this was the worst lie could throw at him, things
could only get better rom here.
Konowa chose to believe that lie or as long as he
could. He succeeded or an entire day.
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Now dont tell me you didnt see that,
Private Yimt Arkhorn whispered, peering
into the night rom around the trunk o a
bulbous wahatti tree. Fat, broad leaves like the ends
o paddles hung down rom the wahattis branches,providing perect cover.
I cant see my hand in ront o my ace, Pri-
vate Alwyn Renwar said, eeling in the dirt or his
spectacles, once again cursing his decision to join the
Imperial Army. Deemed marginal or rontline duty,
Renwar had been unceremoniously transerred to
about the arthest-fung outpost one could draw
the Protectorate o Greater Elkyna. As i that wasnt
bad enough, when he got there he ound he had beenassigned to one o the rear-echelon guard battalions,
with the noble task o watching over the wagon trains
o the Outer Territories Trading Company. The ood
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was terrible, the discipline erocious, the duty alter-
nating between long stretches o numbing boredomand short, sharp bits o sheer terror (like now), and
women most certainly did not fock to his side.
Alwyn despised the army, all three months o it
so ar. He was thousands o miles rom home, sweaty,
miserable, and scared, and partnered with o all peo-ple a dwar who appeared to be a couple o batwings
short o a potion.
I never should have taken the Queens gold,
Alwyn muttered, the enlistment coin long since spent,
on what he couldnt remember.Quit your nattering and look, Yimt ordered,
spitting a stream o crute juice onto the ground. The
rock spice made a sizzling sound as it bubbled on the
dirt. Its a shadowy thing, real big like.
I still cant nd my specs.You dont need specs to see it. Its a sight bigger
than Her Majestys twin jewels and the cushion she
rests them on, Yimt said with a lecherous grin.
I shouldnt even be here, Alwyn said, patting the
ground rantically. Piquet duty or a month and or
what? I didnt do anything. Youre the one that acci-
dentally bayoneted then cooked andate the ocers
goose. All I had was a drumstick.
Quit your griping, Ally, Yimt said. Squadmates got to stick together. An like I told that ocer,
that goose o his came at me with a right wicked look
in its eye. I was deending mysel, I was.
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Theyll write you up in a dispatch or bravery
uncommon, Alwyn said, now scrambling around onall ours.
My mum would like that. Here, Yimt said,
shaking his head in disgust, its or certain there aint
no elves in your amily tree, with the pair o eyeballs
you got. He reached out a thick-ngered hand andpushed a lea to the side. The thing is right there,
seventy paces and no more. Have a swig o this drake
sweat and take another look.
Alwyn put his hand down and elt his spec-
tacles . . . covered in gritty crute juice. He quicklybued the lenses against his coat sleeve beore the
crute ruined them and put them on, staring with
some trepidation at the proered canteen.
The canteen was typical army issue, made o wood
in the shape o a small drum, a large cork stopper atthe top. What wasnt typical was that it appeared to
be glowing.
Go on then, itll clear up your sight right
proper, Yimt encouraged, shaking the canteen in
ront o Alwyns ace. Drops o the liquid sloshed
out and hissed when they hit the ground. The sound
reminded Alwyn o a snake and a new, horriying
thought occurred to him.
You checked that we werent over a viper nest,right? Alwyn asked, his bowels clenching. He still
woke up shaking sometimes, remembering the writh-
ing mass o slick, black snakes that had come boil-
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ing out o a hole Yimt had assured him would serve
perectly well as a latrine.Its a wild land; you never know whats around
the next tree, or down the next hole, Yimt said, still
holding out the canteen. You heard the news crier
this morning . . . all that talk by the new Viceroy
about the Empire shining the light o civility amongthe heathen. Thats like taking a lit match into a pow-
der room, and guess who theyll be sending.
Alwyn didnt know what to think. A rider in
the employ o the Imperial Weekly Herald had come
into their camp on the outskirts o Port Ghamjaljust that morning, usually a cause or celebration
because it meant news rom home. This time had
been dierent, however, the crier speaking in high,
fowery language with veiled reerences to things
Alwyn couldnt begin to understand, and none oit sounded good.
You think the new Viceroy is up to something?
Alwyn asked, still staring at the canteen. Ater all the
problems with that el they had beore, I gured this
one would calm things down.
Ah, the naheeviteh o youth, Yimt said, shak-
ing his head. Things have been calm. There aint a
war going on anywhere, leastways not any big ones.
Let me tell you, lad, Ill take peace and boredom anyday.
But you dont think anything really bad is going
to happen, do you? Alwyn asked.
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Yimts voice became grave. Something bad
always happens. The trick is being as ar away rom itas possible when it does. You stick with me and youll
be ne.
It was the closest to logic he was likely to get. Alwyn
made the sign o the moon and stars, took the canteen
rom Yimt, brought it to his lips, and took a sip.Ack . . . ack, was all he could say or several
seconds ater the burning liquid roared down his
throat.
Flower snier, Yimt said, taking the canteen
back and pouring a healthy dose o the stu downhis own throat without even swallowing. Have
another look then.
Alwyn elt as i the top o his head had been
removed and molten lead poured straight into his
stomach, but his vision did seem clearer. He inchedhis way around the other side o the tree and poked
his head through the leaves. What, that big thing by
the ence?
Thats one o them water bualoes. Mercy, how
many times did they drop you as a baby? Look to
your let, there, see the shadow?
Alwyn strained his eyes and thought maybe he
did see something, but he couldnt tell what. Blast
his eyes. He took o his spectacles and rubbed thelenses on his jacket some more then put them back
on. Right, I see it now. By the third post.
By the quack in a ducks bill, you ound it. All
right, on the count o ve well shoot, Yimt said,
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pulling back the heavy iron lever on his shatterbow, a
two-and-a-hal-oot-long crossbow with two musketbarrels side by side. Each barrel was easily twice the
diameter o a regular musket and red an iron dart
the size o a grown mans thumb. As i that wasnt
destructive enough, each dart was lled with gun-
powder and a tiny use that was lit when the shatter-bow red, in essence making each projectile a small
cannon shell.
The dwar grunted and let out a deep breath as he
levered back the steel-reinorced wooden bow located
halway down the barrels. Alwyn edged away, hopingall the while that Yimt knew what he was doing.
What, were just gonna shoot? Alwyn asked, his
voice rising to a squeak. Hed heard about Yimt rom
other soldiers. The Little Mad One. Hed been in the
army most o his lie, starting out as a boy drum-mer at the age o thirteen. Back then, long beore
Alwyn was born, that was about the only way a dwar
could join the Imperial Army, that or the engineers,
the artillery, or a fint knapper. And here it was today
and Yimt was still only a private. Alwyn was begin-
ning to see why.
What i its an ocer out checking the piquets?
Alwyn asked.
Good point. Well shoot on three. Yimt broughthis shatterbow up to his shoulder and took aim.
Hang on, my musket isnt loaded, Alwyn whis-
pered uriously, shing or a cartridge in his pouch.
You really think its an ocer?
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Yimt turned and made a ace at Al