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  • A Thousand Years of Hope Ch 14

    Christophe and Landi stood. Their gazes wide for different reasons as they took in Tani.

    “It is you,” Landi said in greeting, moving away from the island table, coming to face Tani. “You are Ryuzo?”

    Tani smiled.

    “Yes. It has been a long time, young Landi,” Tani said. “How have you been?”

    Landi took a few steps forward and took Tani’s right hand, holding it with both his hands as he studied Tani.

    “Extraordinary thanks to your help. You haven’t aged one bit,” Landi said.

    “What are we missing?” Nora asked, looking to her husband. “Christophe? Why are you standing there like a statue?”

    “Excuse me, it’s not everyday one gets to meet an Ekho in ones home,” Christophe said.

    Tani chuckled, glancing at Dante, who winked at him.

    “When did you meet Landi?” Nora asked.

    “He was a very young man when we met,” Tani said, not making an effort to remove his right hand from Landi’s hold.

    The grandmaster watched him with wonder. His eyes bright with recognition.

    Tani sifted through his vast memories, until his stint with Landi in Andalusia in the late eighteen hundreds returned to him.

    “We met when I was fourteen,” Landi said.

    Dante let out a short impressed whistle and walked around them to sit at the island table.

    “Grandmaster, were you ever that young?” Dante asked.

    “Even younger,” Tani said, smiling at Landi when the older man grinned back at him. “As reckless as you, Dante. He almost burned down an inn over brutal treatment by a gang leader at the docks where he lived at the time.”

    Landi chuckled and let go of Tani’s hand.

    Christophe pulled out a chair next to Dante at the island table.

    Nora then guided Tani to the island table and he sat next to Dante. She hurried to the cooking range to get him a glass of tea.

    Landi sat across Dante and Tani with Christophe joining him.

    “Why did you almost burn down a building, Grandpa?” Christophe asked, taking the glass of tea Dante pushed toward him.

    “Our family was going through a hard time,” Landi said. “My father passed away and we had creditors who wanted our very life. I had to protect mom, so I tried my best to make money and sometimes it wasn’t enough so I broke the law. Until I met Mr. Ryuzo. He changed my life.”

    “Please, Mr. Ryuzo sounds so formal,” Tani said, getting comfortable in his seat. “Call me Tani.”

    “I think we need to know more about this encounter. Don’t you think so, Dad?” Dante asked, accepting a glass of tea from Nora. He passed it to Tani and waited for the second one.

    “I have read the stories in your grandmaster’s journals,” Christophe said, sipping his tea. “Still, reading is not the same. He tells the story better.”

    Landi let out a soft sigh and looked at Tani.

    “There is not much to tell. I was born in a shabby house in the Seville docks in Andalusia. My dad worked in cargo ships, and often took voyages so we lived where he could find work. He had moved our family from Ottoman territory, hoping to escape the life of a farmer and make a fortune in a different region. The only work he could get easily was working on ships. He made good money, but he was not very smart with our family’s finances,” Landi said, shaking his head.

    “When he was not on long voyages, he ran destructive vices: drinking, gambling, and women…,” Landi sighed. “There was no way to cure him. Mom tried and failed too many times. She did her best to keep my younger sister and me safe. Mom worked in the laundry of a successful inn. She kept money aside to sustain our lives and pay rent. We tried to hide what she saved, but it didn’t always work out.”

    “Your father found it,” Dante said, tensing in his chair.

    “Most times,” Landi said, shadows in his eyes as he remembered his distant past.

    “Was he violent?” Dante asked, his tense tone drawing Tani’s gaze.

    “When he was drunk,” Landi said with a shrug, looking at Dante. “It’s in the past.”

    “Either way, I’m sorry you had to live through that kind of situation,” Dante said, sitting back in his chair.

    Tani placed a hand on his right knee and warmth flooded him when Dante reached down to cover his hand with his right one.

    Landi studied Dante for a moment, and then his lips curved in a smile at the clear sympathy in Dante’s gaze.

    “Don’t dwell on it,” Landi said. “I don’t. In any case, Dad died after fighting with a man he owed money in a pub. His creditors soon came knocking at our door after his funeral. I had to start working to make money to help mom. The best place to do that as fourteen-year-old kid was doing odd jobs at the docks.”

    “We lived along a stretch dominated by a powerful gang that had its hands on liquor imports and all the pubs along the docks,” Landi said, staring into his tea. “As I said earlier, I was very angry at fourteen. Easy to trigger, and full of fire. A fire my mother called the devil’s gift because she had no idea why I had it in me. She tried her best to love me despite my strange gift. Still her discomfort with it made me angrier.”

    “We had to live. I had no scruples in making sure we had money for food. I overstepped and crossed multiple members of the gang, and even stole money from their leader if an opportunity presented itself. One bad night, the gang boss caught me thieving from one of his clients, and he made mom pay for the interest with money she had saved for our rent. Mom was at her wits end with me. She cried for a night and a day. So…I left the house the next evening determined to make the gang boss pay for making her cry.”

    “Not stealing would have made her cry less,” Nora pointed out, placing a platter filled with cured meats, tomatoes and lettuce, white cheese cubes, eggs, and more on the table. She handed Dante a glass of tea, and patted his shoulder.

    Tani studied the platter of food excited by the spread. He smiled at Nora in thanks when she handed him a plate and cutlery.

    “Stealing was the easiest way to keep our family living day-to-day, or so I believed,” Landi said, continuing his story. “In any case, I set about getting that gang boss back for making mom cry. I decided the best way was to burn down his most popular pub, which was where he had his office. I waited until it was late in the night. You see, I was skinny enough to slip through the alleys without people noticing me. I found the right spot to start the fire on the bar and lit up a beam with my magic, and…”

    Landi made a wave with his hands, soft harmless sparks falling from the tips of his fingers.

    “My fire died in a vacuum,” Landi said, shaking his head. “It shocked me because I had never experienced something like that. The fire always came when I wanted it. I looked up and Mr. Ryu—I mean, Tani was leaning on the wall opposite watching me. I thought he was one of the gang boss’s men. Though with his clean cut style of dress, he couldn’t have been.”

    “You tried to put me on fire,” Tani said with a short grin, as he took a slice of homemade bread, and covered it with a thin layer of cottage cheese. He took a bite, his gaze on an embarrassed Landi.

    “There was no chance I would manage it,” Landi said with a soft voice. “You turned my fire attempts into grape vines. Told me I should rethink my choices. That I should work to get my family to move back to our true home and start a new.”

    “I just wanted to give you a new school of thought,” Tani said, swallowing the delicious bread. He sipped his tea. “Had you continued as I found you, I fear this present existence would not have come to be.”

    Landi studied him, and then agreed with a single nod.

    “Yes. You are quite right,” Landi said. “The vines you made from my fire started this vineyard. I have always wanted to thank you for helping my family back then. Your support saved us, helped us return here to Artri.”

    “It was my duty,” Tani said, placing his slice of bread on the plate and sat back, his gaze on Landi.

    “Is it because of the promise you made to the original Durante?” Christophe asked, watching Tani openly.

    “No.” Tani shook his head, the importance of his meeting with Landi suddenly filling him.

    “No, that is not why I came for you, Landi. I was working under the Elderwood Conservancy. We were hidden in those ages, still are in a way. We are known now among modern scholars because we try to help heal the environment and protect wildlife. However, the core reason why Elderwood exists is to watch over the Ekho-blessed children in the mortal realm. Creating sanctuaries for the children powerful heretics insisted had the devil’s gifts, as you say,” Tani said. A deep frown creasing his forehead. “I was sent to check your case because of a rumor that there was a child who started fires when he was angry. I had no clear information on you until you wanted to burn down the bar.”

    “Oh,” Landi frowned. “So, it is not because of my connection to Durante? I heard you are sworn to protect his generations.”

    “I am sworn to this promise, but no, that is not why I came to you. Durante’s line had no power when you were young, Landi. His bloodline was pure mortal. You changed it though when you met your wife. She belonged to Durante’s bloodline.”

    “Wow,” Christophe said, his gaze shifting to Landi. “Here you thought it was because of our Artri bloodline.”

    “It seemed like it should be,” Landi said, shaking his head as he studied Tani. “Then…is it true our patriarch is a powerful ekho, a god of fire in the Ekho Realm?”

    “It is true. Kinon is his name,” Tani said, holding out his wrists. “Forger of these cuffs that ground me to the mortal realm.”

    “Is he a good soul?” Nora asked, her gaze on the cuffs on Tani’s wrists. “This Kinon who has blessed our Artri House with his power. Is he a good ekho?”

    Tani let out a soft sigh, and dropped his hands to his lap, a heaviness filling his chest. Dante responded to the sigh by taking his left hand and tangling their fingers. The warmth of his touch soothed the sting in his chest and he took in a lighter breath.

    “Your definition of good is different from mine, ours as Ekho,” Tani said. “In real truth, I am not old enough to pass judgment on Kinon, the Ekho god of fire. By all the rules governing my existence in the Ekho Realm, I am a deviant Ekho. One who has broken, defied, the accepted rules of our Ekho realm. So, I cannot answer your question, Nora Arturo.”

    The room went silent, and then Dante cleared his throat.

    “So, just how old are you, Grandmaster?” Dante asked. “Should I be calling the Guinness World Record? I’m very sure we are bound to win. What year were you born?”

    “You will do no such thing,” Christophe said, pointing a finger at Dante in clear admonishment. “This son of mine might actually attempt to do it.”

    Tani chuckled and glanced at Landi.

    “I should be a hundred and forty-seven or so,” Landi said. “The fire inside me keeps me young. It should be the same for those in our bloodline. We age slowly.”

    “How many are there like you?” Tani asked.

    “Our family is very old. Our bloodline dates back to the eleventh century. We here in this room are the last standing with power,” Landi said, his gaze lost in memory. “The first of our line was named Christophe Artri, he had a daughter named Nora Artri, and it continues. Those before me had passed on by the time we were able to return to Aretias Island.”

    “When my family returned from Andalusia, we only found my grandmother. Thank the fates for her. She helped me understand who I was, what I was. From her, I learned how to control my fire. She kept records of our family. It felt good to discover that a long line of Artri men and women had gifts like mine. I didn’t feel so alone, even though my power was decidedly stronger than all the others in our line were. I have helped document our line since then.”

    “How did you know your power was stronger than others?” Tani asked.

    “There were spells grandmother could not do and she was with power. I was stronger than she was, though that changed when Dante was born. He is stronger than Christophe and me. When my wife gave birth to our children,” Landi said. “I got one son and three daughters. My son had no magik in his blood because his mother was not ekho-blessed. The magik skipped the girls too, but that is common. However, it found my grandson because we made an effort to make sure his mother was ekho-blessed, Christophe, and his son, Dante. These two should have the same outcome with age as me.”

    “They should,” Tani said, with a thoughtful nod.

    Kinon had truly put a lot of thought into his interference. The question remained why.

    Had this been his intention to begin with?

    Tani studied Landi.

    Kinon had blessed the Artri nurturing a long line of warlocks. Then Landi’s father decides to break out of farming, ending up in Andalusia. He takes long voyages in search of a fortune, and Landi is born with the strongest power in the line. His bloodline then contributes to Dante’s current bloodborne warlock magik. It felt like a renewal of Ekho magik. Renewing the Artri line to keep it relevant.

    Tani bit back a scoff at the thought.

    For Landi to grow his power this much, then it should have been that his mother had an affair with Kinon. Landi’s mother would have no real knowledge of what Kinon was.

    Tani thought about the request to the conservancy to find Landi. It was also suspect.

    Could Kinon have pretended to be the owner of the inn…?

    Tani reached for his phone.

    “What is it?” Dante asked.

    “Now that I hear Landi’s story and remember his case, I have questions as to how Elderwood knew to find you in Andalusia,” Tani said.

    “Is it very unusual?” Dante asked.

    Tani wrote a message to Hera.

    ‘Visit the conservancy archives for me. Find case files for the Andalusia region, late eighteen hundreds. I need to know who sent the case to the conservancy. Also the lineage book with Artri House.’

    “Mm,” Tani said. “Not quite, we did get requests for odd occurrences around the world, but…Landi’s case was specific.”

    Tani’s phone pinged and opened the voice message from Hera.

    Sawa, Babu. By the way, the ghost of the fortress left a gift in the living room you should see. Tom and I have decided you should bring your new boyfriend to meet us. I’ll make him samosas with pepper.

    Tani grinned and glanced at Dante.

    “What are samosas?”

    “Triangle pastries filled with beefy yummyness,” Tani said. “Hera is a master with them. You’ll love them.”

    “Can’t wait to try them then,” Dante said.

    “Just so you know, she’s going to ask many questions,” Tani said, putting away his phone.

    “Does she know about our past?” Dante asked.

    “No,” Tani shook his head. “And, I would like to keep it that way. There are parts of my life that are difficult to share with Tom and Hera. Our long connection is part of that.”

    “I understand,” Dante said tangling his fingers with Tani’s left hand again.

    “Just how long has the Elderwood Conservancy existed?” Landi asked, sipping his tea.

    “Elderwood has been around in various forms since the thirteenth century. My uncle named it.”

    “Uncle?” Dante asked.

    “Mm,” Tani said turning to Dante. “He would have given you the tour when you came, but he had a pressing engagement. He’s my…guardian.”

    “Will I meet him too?” Dante asked. “Will he approve of me?”

    Tani chuckled.

    “I doubt he has a choice at this point. We’ve been—,”

    Tani broke off, biting his bottom lip his gaze on Dante.

    “He’s been part of us for a long time. He knows everything about you.”

    “Oh,” Dante said.

    “What kind of work does the conservancy do?” Christophe asked. “In this age.”

    “It has always protected your kind,” Tani said. “You’re not the only recipient of our care. Though, I wasn’t sure of your bloodline at the time. There are many like you who need our care, even now.”

    “Like my father?” Landi asked.

    “Your father was a mortal,” Tani cut in, studying Landi, wondering how to convey his suspicions without seeming callous. “If the power was in him, it remained dormant. Instead, he was a damaging force. I doubt anyone could have saved him from himself. Once his quest for fortune failed, it was not in him to return to his true family here, so he kept you and your mother in pain and poverty. In a way, he forged you.”

    Landi sighed and nodded in agreement.

    “I’ve always wondered if he had the gift.”

    “He did not,” Tani shook his head. His phone buzzed again and he reached for it to find a picture from Hera. It was the file he asked for and the book with Atri House’s lineage. They were on the desk in his private library.

    “Thank you. Will plan for you to meet Dante. Don’t give him a hard time. He’s my heart.”

    Tani messaged back to Hera and summoned the file and book to him. He moved his plate and teacup to the side so that the book and the thick folder could fall on the table. No one at the table flinched in surprise. They had clearly seen more elaborate designs of magik.

    “This book records your house and claims the current head of the house is Christophe Arturo.” Tani opened it to the fire element pages and held out the book to Landi. “I think it was recorded using hearsay. If you would help correct the record for future generations working in our Elderwood Conservancy.”

    “We will,” Christophe said, taking the book from Landi. He started reading the contents and paused. “This is fascinating. Are you saying Artri is the only lineage with fire?”

    “Yes,” Tani said. “There has not been any other. Any discovered anyway.”

    “Oh,” Landi said. “We’re so rare.”

    “I think your patriarch is very strict with himself. Your house should be the only one he created,” Tani said, opening the old file from the Andalusia period.

    He searched and found the name of the inn keeper who submitted a request to find Landi.

    It read, ‘Onnik Kinno.’

    Tani grinned at the god of fire’s clear originality.

    Onnik Kinno. First and Last name, each one an anagram of Kinon.

    Must you reveal Master’s clear lack of originality?” Artri whispered in Tani’s head.

    Not my fault he could not think up a good name for his mortal lover,” Tani replied. ‘Onnik Kinno.’

    Artri huffed and Tani bit back his amused laugh.

    Landi’s true father was Kinon, the god of fire himself. Tani sighed. Kinon must have been very invested in making Dante’s line strong to have renewed the bloodline.

    This…he would have to discuss with Dante later.

    He returned the file to his library and sat back in his chair to drink his tea. His gaze on Christophe and Landi who were busy counting down the number of generations they needed to add in the book.

    Dante used tongs to fill Tani’s plate with cheese cubes, grapes, toasted fresh bread and a mix of cold meats.

    “I have a question,” Nora said. She had settled in a chair at the head of the table on Tani’s side. “What is your Ekho clan, Tani?”

    “I am a hybrid,” Tani said. “Also, I’m a deviant Ekho sent to the mortal world to serve a sentence. My affiliations with any clan have ended at this point.”

    “Because of your beloved?” Dante asked, studying his plate of food with grat interest.

    “Partly,” Tani said. “I was still in the mortal realm even before my punishment. There are reasons for that too.”

    “Oh,” Nora said, nodding. “So, would you be willing to give us more information about the Ekho Realm?”

    “Yes,” Christophe said, looking up from the lineage book. “I mean, our institute is in dire need of information about your kind. What we know is like folklore. We teach it but it’s not the same as the offering truth. Is that something you would be willing to share?”

    “It would depend,” Tani said, accepting the fork Dante handed hi. “I might be a deviant but I am still sworn to the laws of our kind. They include not giving mortals too much information about our kind.”

    “It’s hardly fair,” Landi said. “Your kind has all the power. You come here and create the ekho-blessed. We now have to content with deadly parasites like Kara ot. Don’t you think it’s unfair to keep us in the dark about your kind?”

    Tani chuckled and sat back in his seat.

    “I suppose you are right,” Tani said. “Those in the Elderwood Conservancy have spent time with me and my uncle. What they know has been largely from dealing with us, and situations that crop through time. We handle the worst brought by the Ekho Realm. We don’t share the information with outsiders because it can also prove dangerous. I suppose it is because of Uncle Amu—”

    “Can we join the conservancy?” Landi asked. “Including us into Elderwood will mean you violate no agreements with your people.”

    “Who are us?” Tani asked, popping a grape into his mouth. “Artri House or the school you both run. The one that made Dante?”

    “Both,” Nora said, drawing Tani’s gaze.

    “Mom,” Dante started.

    “Artri House includes me,” Nora said, sipping her tea. “The institute does not. Tani, I saw how you were with Hera and Tom. Who is Hera to you?”

    “She is my ward,” Tani said. “Why?”

    “You respect her opinions,” Nora said. “I feel Elderwood does that for the women of our kind. I want to be part of it.”

    “Nora,” Christophe said, staring at his wife in shock. “You run Artri House, unfettered. Why would you say you are not included?”

    What did you do when I told you that Landi had placed a silencing spell on me?” Nora asked.

    Christophe stopped, his gaze shifting to Dante.

    Tani watched Dante sip his tea without pause. He decided to relax and enjoy breakfast too.

    “You did nothing,” Nora answered for Christophe. “Our son confronted Landi the moment he discovered the truth. So, I am no longer spelled thanks to Dante. This is why I am able to tell Tani that the Ekho I trade with is called Aero. He is from the Dragon Clan.”

    Tani placed his fork down and frowned.

    “Aero. I’ve know of him. He runs auctions across the world. Elderwood has watched him for some time now. The results of his auctions have been mostly harmless. But now with the wicked black weed…”

    Tani’s frown deepened in thought.

    The dragon clan was in peace with most clans in the Ekho Realm, but they were a cunning race. They were noble and ferocious. Dragon clan people loved wealth and precious jewels. They did not discriminate on the people they traded with especially if it meant attaining a coveted item. Which could mean Aero might have brought Kara ot for the right price.

    “Tani?” Dante touched his elbow.

    Tani met worried brown eyes.

    “Perhaps your grandmaster is right,” Tani said with a small sigh. “Our traits make us. In saying that, Aero’s dragon traits are important. He might have brought the black weed. I need to call in someone Dante. Do not lock them out.”

    “I don’t—”

    “It is your will that runs Artri House,” Tani murmured. “I won’t go with them, but we need to work very fast. Aero is dangerous. Trust me.”

    “I do,” Dante said. “Do what you need to do.”

    Tani smiled and turned to Nora.

    “Thank you for sharing the name with me,” Tani said. “I’ll bring someone who will help resolve this mystery. He can also accept Artri House and your school’s application to join Elderwood. I can only help you up to here. The rest is up to you.”

    Nora nodded her consent and Tani closed his eyes and reached out to Amu.

    ‘Uncle.’

    ‘Tani, where are you?’ Amu responded.

    ‘Please visit Artri House. Use me as an anchor to find it,” Tani said.

    Tani hesitated then clenched his hands into tight firsts as he added.

    You may bring the Ekho goddess of earth with you.”

    We’ll be there,” Amu answered.

    Tani ended the connection and swallowed down his annoyance with having to include Eren. The thought of helping the Septum left him angry but he could not leave the members of this house vulnerable.

    Dante’s warm hand covered his left fist. He looked up to find Dante studying him.

    “You okay?” Dante asked.

    “I’m fine,” Tani said, his heart skipping at the warmth in Dante’s eyes. He wished they were alone. He consoled himself with the fact that they would be sooner or later. Reaching for the tea glass before im, he took a sip. “Nora, the breakfast spread looks delicious. Atri House sure does have the best meals. Dante cooked last night and it was amazing.”

    “Meals are the soul of a house,” Nora answered. “It is good to have everyone in the house meet at the table to touch base.”

    “Meals are how you discover who has spelled who in the family,” Dante said, making Nora chuckle and Christophe and Landi scowled at him.

    “Then you serve tea after serious threats,” Nora added. “Grandmaster would know very much about such an incident.”

    “Really?” Tani turned his inquiring gaze at Landi.

    “Yes, Dante threatened to rip me to pieces with liquid silver on Wednesday. He wanted me to remove the spell on Nora. I did it and then Nora served us breakfast right here.”

    Tani chuckled at his beloved’s petty nature.

    “You have a mean streak, Dante,” Tani said, glancing at Dante.

    “I was protecting mom,” Dante said, holding out a piece of white cheese to Tani. “Try this, it’s delicious.”

    Tani took a bite and nodded in agreement, as he ate. He was sipping his tea when Amu and Eren shimmered in to the kitchen.

    The wave of white light that filled the kitchen surprised Nora. She dropped the butter knife she held to stare at the two Ekhos in her kitchen.

    Tani stood then, and Dante followed his gaze to Amu.

    “Uncle,” Tani said in greeting.

    “Tani,” Amu said, with a small nod in greeting. “So this is Artri House.”

    “Yes,” Tani held out his hand to a stunned Landi. “He is the eldest of the Artri line, followed by Christophe and his wife, Nora. They are Dante’s parents.”

    “Children of Kinon,” Eren said, her gaze fixated on Dante. “You…you’re the culmination of his power. How extraordinary.”

    Tani ignored Eren’s observations and faced Dante’s family.

    “May I introduce Amu Izuna, born of the Fox Lord Nua Izuna. He is brother to the fox goddess. He takes the last name Ryuzo in the mortal realm to honor my roots. She is Eren, the Ekho goddess of the earth. She is from the Immortal Clan and one of the Septum.”

    Landi, Christophe, and Nora stood to give their greetings.

    Dante’s came up much slower, his gaze on Eren.

    “She contributed to the cuffs on your wrist,” Dante said, still holding Tani’s left hand. “Why is she here?”

    Tani smirked, meeting Eren’s gaze.

    “It is unavoidable,” Tani said, moving closer to Dante. He squeezed Dante’s fingers. “We need her authority to control Aero.”

    “How should we address you?” Landi asked.

    “Amu and Eren,” Amu said, looking at the laden table. “Sorry for intruding during your breakfast.”

    “Not at all,” Nora said. “You are welcome to join us. Have a seat. I’ll brew some more tea.”

    “Thank you for the offer but not this time,” Amu said, shaking his head. “We have an appointment we must keep elsewhere. Cale waits for us.”

    “The god of calamity?” Dante asked with a frown. “Why would you associate with him?”

    “I would ask why we are associating with mortals.” Eren countered.

    Dante gaped at her.

    “These mortals are Ekho-blessed, guarded by Kinon,” Tani said, frowning at Eren. “I called you here because Nora Arturo has provided us with the name of the Ekho who visits this manor. He is Aero from the dragon clan.”

    “Aero, the owner of the Kur Auction,” Amu said, his right brow rising in mild surprise. “Why would he visit here?”

    Tani glanced at Nora and smiled when he saw her shiver with anxiety.

    “Uncle, you know Aero needs to source items for auction,” Tani said. “Artri House is filled with great magik. They will cross paths. It is not taboo.”

    “Of course,” Amu said, shifting his gaze to Nora, Christophe, and Landi. “Now that we know the possible source of the black weed, we can trace back his steps. We shall need help from the person Aero meets.”

    “That is me,” Nora said.

    Eren held out her hand.

    Nora walked around Dante and Tani to reach her. They shimmered out of Artri House the moment Nora touched Eren’s hand.

    “Don’t worry,” Amu said when Dante took a startled step forward. “They will be back shortly.”

    “Uncle,” Tani said, squeezing Dante’s hand. “Artri House would love to join the Elderwood network. Landi and Christophe also run a school they want to include. I told them you would hear them out.”

    “Artri House is included in our network without question,” Amu said, his gaze on Dante. “As it always is with one in his bloodline. His children and theirs after remain under our care.”

    Dante held out his hand to Amu.

    Amu took his hand in a firm handshake.

    “Thank you,” Dante said.

    “Don’t thank me,” Amu said, letting go of Dante’s hand after a moment. “I take care of what is important to Tani.”

    “I am grateful for your care,” Dante said.

    “Uncle,” Tani started.

    “The culprit responsible for the black weed is almost caught. We know where to start looking in order to resolve this incident. Leave the search to Cale, Eren, and me,” Amu said his gaze gentle when he looked at Tani. “The sand in the hourglass lessens. You should get on with it.”

    Amu was giving him time with Dante. Releasing him from the search for Aero so that the trial might end with no interference.

    “This is the last chance,” Amu continued. “Give it your all and make sure there are no regrets.”

    Tani smiled and stepped forward. He took Amu’s right hand, and pressed the back of it to his forehead. A show of respect for the man he considered his father in all the ways that mattered. He was keenly aware that his life would be miserable without Amu’s full support.

    Amu placed his palm on top of Tani’s head in gentle blessing.

    “Be careful out there,” Amu said. “I will let you know if any changes arise.”

    Tani stepped away from Amu, just as Nora and Eren returned to the kitchen. Nora sat in the closest chair when Eren let go of her hand and let out a relieved breath. Her eyes shining with excitement.

    “Mom, are you alright?” Dante asked, moving to Nora’s side.

    “I’m very fine,” Nora said with a happy grin. “The teleporting was exciting. Lady Eren is very powerful. She traced Aero’s comings and goings at the beach. We discovered he uses a ship that docks not too far from our beach and comes in. They’ll find out more.”

    “Mm,” Eren said, nodding as she turned to Amu. “I have marked his footsteps on the ground. I’ll be able to find him in this realm.”

    “You’re indeed of the earth,” Amu said. “Before we leave, there is the topic of Elderwood and this house. Mrs. Arturo, why don’t we get started on an agreement. Tani, don’t let us keep you here.”

    Tani looked to Dante with a small smile, relieved his uncle would take on the case with Aero.

    “You wanted to stop by your office,” Tani said, remembering Dante’s wish for time alone. “Do you still want to take the sabbatical?”

    Dante squeezed his mother’s right shoulder and moved away from the table to stand next to Tani.

    “Yes,” Dante said, taking Tani’s left hand. “I’d love it very much.”

    “Then,” Tani said, tightening his hold on Dante’s hand. “Let’s go.”

    Dante glanced at his family, gave them a short wave, before Tani enveloped both of them in bright gold light. Tani teleported them out of Artri House, heading to Dante’s apartment in Istanbul.

    ***

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  • Blades of Ashes Ch 2-2

    Arc 1- The Case of the Forged Silver Coins

    Chapter 2-2

    The sun shone on the surface of the lake, turning the water a beautiful azure. Azula held his breath, sinking deeper into the cold embrace of the lake water. The water was so clear. He could see the light shining on the surface of the lake. The rays fighting to light the deep depths below.

    Azula sank deeper.

    It was so quiet down here. A bubble escaped from his lips. Azula watched it travel to the surface above him. He grinned when the shadow of a boat covered the light.

    He waited a beat, enjoying the silence. Then an oar struck the surface, making ripples in the water. It seemed that someone was anxious.

    Azula kicked his legs, rising to the surface of the lake. He took in a deep breath when he could, and let it out, wiping water out of his face with his palms. He pushed his hair back and smiled at the two people leaning over the boat watching him.

    “Tell me, are you hiding fish traits? Are you searching for a treasure in this lake? Think carefully before you answer.”

    Azula grinned at the woman who smiled at him as she spoke. He trod water as he studied her familiar face.

    Alva was twenty-eight, a mother of two, and her strawberry blonde hair was filled with braids, thanks to her family. Her husband ran the smithy at the Doriel ancestral home, while she managed the ancestral house. She took care of Azula’s meals and mended his clothes. He grew up with her and knew her hot temper. Had endured spankings from her when she was sixteen and he was naughty. She was like his big sister.

    Azula truly could not afford to offend her.

    “If I say I’m looking for treasure, what happens?” Azula asked, dipping his head back into the water, and sweeping his hair back away from his face.

    “Then tomorrow morning, I’ll make sure Kalas gets men to drag this lake and empty it. Surely an empty lake will help you find the treasure faster,” Alva said.

    “Big sis, wouldn’t that mean I’m responsible for the loss of all the fish in this lake?” Azula complained. “Let’s say I’m hiding fish traits and feel at home deep in the water.”

    Alva laughed and Kalas held out his hand to Azula.

    “We need to get back,” Kalas said. “A message has come from your father. There has been another robbery.”

    Azula forgot his ploy to stay longer in the water and gripped Kalas hand. Kalas helped pull him out of the water, and he climbed onto the large flat passenger boat with a blue canvas shelter. He sat on a bench, took the heavy towel Alva handed him, and used it to dry off.

    “What does my father’s message say?” Azula asked, dropping the towel on his lap, knowing Alva would have brought it along.

    Azula took the dry white linen tunic Alva held out and wore it with practiced moves. He straightened the long sleeves to his wrists and stood. Alva handed Kalas the pair of clean white linen shorts and a pair of black trousers.

    “I’ll get the note,” Alva said, moving to the blue canvas canopy to rummage in the bag she had brought and left on a bench there, her back turned to them.

    Beyond the blue canvas canopy stood the oarsman steering the flat passenger boat to the private dock behind the Doriel ancestral home. He had also tied the little boat Azula used to come out to the larger one and it now trailed behind them.

    Azula removed the wet linen shorts he used for swimming, wiped dry, and took the white shorts and trousers from Kalas. He pulled them on with impatience, hopping from side to side.

    “Another robbery is bad for business. I’m guessing Papa wants me to deliver the next round, though we can’t keep losing shipments like this,” Azula said, finally pulling up his trousers.

    He paused to tie the strings on his trousers and tucked one side of his tunic into them. Grabbing the heavy towel, he did his best to dry his hair. The strawberry blonde hair was braided on the sides, and the top was tied with a leather strip to make a messy ponytail. The length of this ponytail fell down to his shoulders. His hair would feel damp for a while yet.

    Alva returned holding a folded letter and a long heavy wool dark coat with rabbit fur on the collar. She handed Azula the coat. He wore it because she worried he would catch a cold. He did not bother closing the wooden buttons on the coat and instead sat on the bench and took the letter from his father.

    Azula broke the wax seal on the cover of the letter and unrolled the note.

    There are traps on our usual routes. The cargo carriages marked by the enemy. Find a way to bring black ore to the city. Trust no one outside the clan. Make haste, the workshops in the city are running low. We will start losing income if we can't fulfill orders.'

    “Someone is out to defame our Sura,” Azula said. “These robberies do not seem simple.”

    Azula handed the letter to Kalas to read and picked up his wet linen shorts. Squeezing out excess water, he rolled them into a small bundle and slipped them into the bag Alva held out. He picked up the towel he had used, dried his hands and feet then placed the towel in the bag too.

    He sat and Alva passed him a pair of knitted black socks and his usual boots.

    “Taking a shipment to the capital with this climate is dangerous work,” Kalas said. “You’ll need Sennin and me with you.”

    Azula wore his socks, and sunk his feet into his warm boots. He tied the laces and sat up, his gaze on the surface of the still lake. The sun was still high above, but the depths of the lake were dark again. He frowned and shook his head.

    “No, you stay here with Magnus and the clan. I’ll take Sennin with me,” Azula said. “In case we run into trouble and need help, I can count on you.”

    “Very well,” Kalas said, his lips set in a hard line of disapproval.

    “Kalas, no matter what is going on in the capital, our most important asset is here,” Azula said, placing his hand on Kalas’s shoulder. “I trust you to protect our home.”

    Kalas gave him a swift smile and shook his head.

    “There is Lord Magnus,” Kalas reminded him.

    “Lord Magnus is the same age as my father,” Azula said with a wide grin. “He is strong, but I don’t expect him to run along the docks to push everyone to action. All he knows is how to give orders. You will make sure they are fulfilled.”

    “If he hears you say that about him, he will surely spank you,” Kalas said with a laugh.

    “He might but he knows I’m right,” Azula said. “He’s not young anymore. He needs you to push people around.”

    “Right,” Kalas said with a sigh, staring at the letter he held. “Twenty years old, and you sound like a veteran.”

    “I should grow up faster because our Sura Mountain is coveted by too many. Protecting this place and our family is not easy,” Azula said, squeezing Kalas’s shoulder. He stood up to watch the boat approach the dock behind his beloved home.

    “Our black ore is precious. Blacksmiths in the capital prefer it because it converts to iron bars with a higher percentage. I don’t have to mention how strong the steel made from our ore is. I can see why there are those who want to take it from us. Six cargo carriages stolen is no small feat.”

    “Our enemy is strong,” Kalas said, standing next to Azula, his hands folded against his chest. “We need a good plan.”

    “We need a genius plan,” Azula said as the oarsman navigated the boat so that the side of it stopped right at the dock.

    “I’ll tell the ten kinsmen to find you,” Alva said, as Azula stepped up onto the dock and turned to take her hand.

    “I will be in Yaitan’s workshop,” Azula said, once Alva was safely standing on the dock. “Don’t forget to tell Godfather.”

    ****

    Huga Nedin watched his locksmith break the last lock on the Sura cargo carriages. A sigh of relief filled the men around him as the door opened to reveal the pure burnt ore found only in the Sura Mountain.

    The five cargo carriages standing open in their hidden compound had carried enough to fulfill their plans. This sixth carriage would be shared out among the mercenaries in Huga’s team. It would fetch a handsome price when sold to blacksmiths outside the capital.

    “What do we do with the cargo carriages?” Lian asked, drawing Huga’s gaze.

    Lian was his most reliable man. He managed tasks without question. He would not ask about the cargo carriages without a reason.

    “Why?” Huga asked.

    “They are Sura property,” Lian said. “The clan is actively looking for them. This compound is hidden but there is no guarantee that it won’t be found. Our plan is still ongoing. We should discard the carriages in a place of convenience.”

    “Convenience, you say,” Huga said, smiling as he turned back to the open cargo carriage. He reached in and took a piece of the burnt ore.

    Yes, he had almost forgotten their true purpose at the thought of their incoming profits. This burnt ore had a larger role to play. Lian was right. The stage was coming along nicely, so why not use the carriages too.

    Who in the capital did not know what a Sura cargo carriage looked like?

    Huga chuckled.

    “Lian, you have the best ideas,” Huga said with a nod. “Find three men to help you move the cargo carriages. Leave them somewhere the Sura Clan is able to find them. Somewhere that works for the grander plan. The yard behind the warehouse they keep in the middle of the capital is a great place.”

    “Yes, Sir.”

    “Meanwhile, look out for another Sura cargo carriage,” Huga said. “We only needed six, but extra burnt ore is good for the pocket. They will be sending one out soon in order to cover the deficit. Now, everyone gets to work! Move this ore to our transport carriage.”

    ****

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  • A Thousand Years of Hope Ch 13-2

    Dante woke to sunshine flooding his bedroom, and the feel of Tani Ryuzo’s warmth in his arms. He lay still, taking in the scent of his own shampoo, mixed in with Tani’s clean scent. It filled his nostrils, permeated his cells, and his lungs, and filled his heart with joy. He could not remember feeling so content in his life.

    Tani shifted, snuggling deeper into his chest, and Dante smiled at the trust Tani was giving him.

    He rarely held his partners in his arms, not even Viola with whom he had children.

    Dante brushed his fingers through Tani’s red-brown hair and enjoyed the moment. They were on his bed, the covers wrapped around them after a night of hard sleeping. Tani breathed in gentle motion, deep asleep.

    Dante took the chance to sink his fingers into soft red-brown hair, allowing his fingers to memorize the texture of it between his fingers. He stroked Tani’s hair in absent movement and managed to uncover Tani’s right earlobe.

    The gold leafs lining Tani’s right earlobe drew his interest, and he shifted his fingers to the earrings. It took him only a second to discover the leaves were not earrings. They were part of Tani and could not be removed. They looked sealed into Tani’s skin. Five Elderwood leaves, their artisanship hard to copy, they looked real.

    Dante rubbed his thumb on the surface of each leaf, fascinated by their presence on Tani’s ear. Why five golden leaves on his ear? Did they represent something? Did he feel it when Dante touched them?

    Dante pressed a kiss on the top of Tani’s earlobe and leaned back to find Tani watching him. His breath caught when he looked into clear amber eyes. His cock filled in full appreciation when Tani pressed into him with a small smile.

    “Morning,” Tani murmured, burying his face into Dante’s chest.

    “Morning,” Dante said with a pleased grin, then whispered into Tani’s right ear. “I think I should let you know that I’m in trouble.”

    Tani leaned back, eyes wide with worry.

    “What kind of trouble?”

    “It’s very serious trouble,” Dante said, his tone grim.

    Tani frowned, and Dante grinned.

    “Now that we’ve spent this night together, I really cannot give us up. I slept so well, and then I woke up with you in my arms. It’s a gift. I have to keep you. Can I?” Dante asked. “You’re addictive.”

    Tani shook his head at Dante’s declaration and studied him for a moment.

    “I didn’t think you were so mushy,” Tani said, resting his head on Dante’s chest.

    “I can’t help it,” Dante said, running the palm of his hand over Tani’s back. Up and down, until Tani leaned back to look at him.

    “You’re not the only one addicted,” Tani said. “I love yo—this, I love this, too.”

    Dante smiled and leaned in to kiss Tani. Taking his lips in a sweet kiss that quickly turned possessive. The moment his lips touched Tani’s, he wanted more, wanted to feel Tani’s skin, explore, caress, and touch every inch of him. Discover what made Tani moan in pleasure and come apart in ecstasy. Tani returned his kisses with equal hunger. Dante wished they could stay in his bed making out the whole day.

    His phone buzzed on the bedside table and burst the bubble. He ignored it, kissing Tani, wrapping his arms around him, and rolling so he was on his back with Tani lying over him. Their kiss continued until they were both breathing hard. His phone started ringing again, this time in earnest and Tani broke their kiss to stare at the gadget on the bedside table.

    “Nora is calling,” Tani said, looking at Dante. “She seems determined.”

    Tani rested his head on Dante’s chest and let out a soft contented sigh. Dante sunk his fingers into his hair as he reached for his phone with his left hand. He answered the phone.

    “Morning, Mom.”

    “My son is finally awake,” Nora said. “I wanted to catch you before you decide to leave this morning. Your father is home. It will be nice to have breakfast together. I also have news from Aero. Will you come down?”

    “Yes, Mom. I am also bringing someone to breakfast.”

    “That sounds heavy,” Nora said. “I can’t wait to meet him.”

    Dante smiled as he hung up and looked down to find Tani watching him.

    “My family is downstairs,” Dante said, placing his phone on the bed so that he could wrap both his arms around Tani. “They want to have a meal together.”

    Tani nodded and held his gaze.

    “You want me to meet your family?”

    “Why not?” Dante asked, kissing the top of Tani’s head. “I want to introduce you to my family as my boyfriend. This way, they will not be confused. They’ll know what you mean to me.”

    Tani gave him a slow grin, his amber eyes shimmering for a moment with a beautiful ring of gold. His eyes were so beautiful; Dante took in a breath as his heart leaped in his chest. Tani lowered his gaze and shifted his head on Dante’s chest. Dante’s gaze caught on Tani’s right earlobe and he reached for the gold leaves.

    ***

    Tani closed his eyes and listened to Dante’s heartbeat. Tani’s heartbeat matched the rhythm. It was steady, assuring.

    “Your right earlobe is fascinating,” Dante said, his thumb stroking Tani’s right earlobe. “Why do you have five gold Elderwood leaves on your ear?”

    “They show my standing in my father’s family. To show that I’m his son,” Tani said, not liking the melancholy filling him when he thought about his father.

    “Your Dad?”

    “Mm,” Tani said, looking up to meet Dante’s gaze again. “Let’s not think about him. I don’t want to spoil this beautiful day.”

    Dante studied him for a moment then smiled.

    “Okay. It is a beautiful Thursday morning,” Dante said with a nod. “The best I’ve ever had. I lay here earlier, watching you sleep, and contemplated taking a sabbatical.”

    “Are you running away from work?”

    “It won’t be running away,” Dante said with a chuckle. “Just taking time off and spending a year with you. I don’t want to miss a moment with you, Tani. It occurred to me that I’m almost thirty-six years old. You are the first person in my life I want to give all my time. Maybe Viola was right and I am a cold bastard.”

    Tani’s heart skipped a beat and warmth filled his chest at Dante’s words. He had already given Dante all his time, his life. It felt good to have Dante want to give him back a little of the same. It was the first time his beloved had voiced even an intention of more than a dalliance.

    “I will cherish your time, Dante,” Tani said. “And you’re not cold, you’re filled with fire. She just didn’t know how to see it.”

    “Do you see my fire?” Dante asked, his brow rising in question.

    Tani sat up, his left hand resting on Dante’s chest. The warm fragment of Dante’s soul residing in his empty heart sent a pulse of heat through him. The gold mist swirling around Dante wrapped around his palm, responding to the obvious affection in Dante’s heart.

    Their connection was so very fragile, but promising. He wished there was more, but this felt enough for now. He had no words to describe the gift of having spent a night in Dante’s arms after decades of being without him. There were never sufficient words to describe this moment.

    He looked into Dante’s curious gaze and smiled.

    “You forget,” Tani said. “You singed me at our first meeting, Dante Arturo. I was so stunned that I ended up ankle-deep in marshland when I returned to Elderwood. You ruined a good pair of my favorite shoes.”

    Dante grinned, his lips curving in a handsome smile. Tani immediately wanted to kiss him again.

    “I promise to get you a pair to replace them,” Dante said, his grin turning into a short chuckle.

    Left with no defense, Tani kissed his beloved just to feel Dante’s smile on his lips and then scrambled out of the comfortable bed. Afraid they might linger and not leave at all.

    “I’ll wash up first. I can’t believe you have me meeting your parents when we haven’t been on our first date.”

    “It is part of my secret plan,” Dante said, making Tani pause at the bedroom door to look at him.

    “What secret plan?’

    “The plan to seduce you and keep you at Artri,” Dante said. “Before you showed up, I had planned on kidnapping you.”

    Tani laughed.

    “Does my staying here make me a willing kidnapee?” Tani asked as he opened the door.

    “Yes. Elderwood will have to be calling you to hear your voice,” Dante said. “I’m a very invested kidnapper and will entertain you until you forget you have them waiting.”

    Tani chuckled and shook his head.

    “Entitled warlock,” Tani said as he headed to the bathroom.

    “Dazzling Ekho,” Dante called back. “Come back to bed and make out with me all day.”

    “Your parents are waiting downstairs,” Tani replied and heard Dante let out a soft sigh.

    “They are clearly ruining perfect plans,” Dante complained.

    Tani smiled in amusement and closed the bathroom door.

    ****

    Thirty minutes later, they were both showered and dressed for the day. Tani had made friends with Atri, so he was able to teleport to his house for a moment for a change of clothes. He returned just as Dante was emerging from the bedroom.

    Dante stopped Tani by the door on their way out. He pressed him against the wall and kissed him making Tani chuckle, and wrap his arms around Dante’s shoulders.

    “We should stay in here,” Tani said, raining kisses on Dante’s face. “I love it in your suite of rooms.”

    Dante smiled and wrapped his arms around Tani, holding him close. He buried his face into Tani’s shoulder.

    “I agree.” Dante squeezed Tani tight, loving the fact that Tani was an Ekho and he seemed to love tight hugs, with no flinch at Dante’s strength. “But we should finish with my parents downstairs. My father must know all about the black weed in the olive grove by now. Mom wants to tell us about the Ekho she meets there.”

    Tani rubbed his hands over Dante’s back.

    “Dante. Let’s live your day today,” Tani said. “Tomorrow, we can live mine. I have lawyers to meet. Then we can deal with the rest after.”

    “Okay,” Dante agreed, pressing a kiss on Tani’s shoulder not making a move to open the door.

    Tani rested his chin on Dante’s strong shoulder. He rubbed his hand over Dante’s back, smoothing the pale blue shirt he wore. He liked the color on Dante. It brought out his eyes. Dante’s stomach growled and Tani chuckled.

    “Dante.”

    “Mm?”

    “You’re my beloved and I worry about you very much. We should leave your room so that you can have your morning meal,” Tani whispered into Dante’s ear.

    “I’m in love with the way you talk to me,” Dante said.

    Tani grinned when Dante let him go and took his right hand.

    “Let’s go eat breakfast,” Dante said. “The faster we get through it, the faster we can have time to ourselves.”

    Dante opened the door and led Tani out. They went down the stairs and Dante could not help looking back every few steps just to see Tani following him.

    “I won’t disappear,” Tani said when they got downstairs and Dante squeezed his hand, making sure to walk right beside him. “I’ve already thrown my lot in with you.”

    Dante stopped, bringing Tani’s right hand up to press a kiss on his inner wrist.

    “I just…I feel like I need a minute or two hours to process,” Dante said and then squeezed Tani’s hand, a kiss on his inner wrist. “Maybe twenty-four hours, or a few days…”

    “Months?” Tani asked, teasing.

    “Definitely months,” Dante said. “Years even.”

    Tani’s amber eyes gained a gloomy cloud that quickly disappeared. The shadow hidden behind the strange wall Tani was keeping up between them.

    Dante could not wait to break it down and discover what brought the shadows into Tani’s eyes. He wanted to obliterate it, replace the shadows with joy.

    “Your family fills the kitchen,” Tani said when they continued their walk along the hallway to the kitchen. “Your father doesn’t know I’m here, but your mother and the grandmaster might.”

    “Are you nervous?” Dante asked, surprised by the naked note of anxiety in Tani’s voice.

    “They are your family. Your closest ones. Of course, I’m nervous. What if they don’t like me for you?” Tani asked, anxious energy filling him as they approached the kitchen.

    Dante stopped their progress, brought their clasped hands to his lips, and pressed a kiss on Tani’s knuckles.

    “They should worry if you like them,” Dante said and kissed Tani’s right cheek. He clasped Tani’s hand tighter and did not give Tani a chance to think as he opened the kitchen door.

    Nora gasped when Dante and Tani walked into the warm kitchen. She sat drinking tea at the island table next to Christophe. Grandmaster Landi sat across them, arranging a salad plate.

    They all looked at Dante and Tani when Nora gasped.

    Tani tensed as Nora pushed her chair back and got up. Dante squeezed Tani’s hand as she crossed the room to meet them.

    “Dante,” Nora said, coming to kiss both his cheeks. “You look very happy this morning. Well rested. So very handsome.”

    “Are you saying I wasn’t handsome before?” Dante asked, giving her a scowl, as she let go of him.

    “You’re always handsome to me. I am only saying you look even more handsome this morning,” Nora said, turning to Tani. “Do I have you to thank for this change?”

    “I can’t take any credit. He got it all from you,” Tani said.

    “Aw, I like you very much,” Nora said, leaning in to kiss Tani’s cheek. “What is this?”

    She rubbed her thumb over a red spot on Tani’s neck.

    “I like kissing Tani,” Dante said, wrapping his arm around Tani’s shoulder, pulling him closer, making his cheeks fill with color.

    “Oh, that is the mushiest thing you have ever said near me,” Nora said and held out her hand to Tani. “You’re a miracle to have him announcing he likes you in our kitchen. Come, I’ll introduce you to Dante’s Papa.”

    Tani pulled his hand out of Dante’s and took Nora’s in a gentle handshake. She led him to the island table where two men stood looking at him, caught between shock and…surprise?

    Tani could not tell.

    “Christophe,” Nora said, leading Tani to the younger of the two older men. “This is Tani Ryuzo. He healed the soil in our olive grove. Dante is sweet on him.”

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  • Blades of Ashes Ch 2-1

    The Case of the Forged Silver Coins

    Chapter 2-1

    A majestic mountain stood in the middle of the Sura Island. Under this mountain, a series of tunnels existed. These tunnels were built in the hundreds of years the Sura Clan had called the island home. Generations came, passed their knowledge to the youngsters, and moved on. Youngsters grew up, taught their next generation. The cycle continued until mining and working with ore became a way of life for the Sura.

    The Sura Clan lived with deep loyalties to family. Theirs was a community based on family first no matter the situation. The members of the clan lacked for nothing. There were no restrictions on love and marriage, ambition or spirit. They supported each other without question.

    Hence, the Sura Clan nurtured skilled jewelers, tool artisans, weapon forgers, talented blacksmiths and many more. The only thing their chieftain, Marius Doriel, worried about was their small number compared to the other clans in the Lyria Empire. The Sura Clan was only two thousand, five hundred and twenty-three souls strong. Marius was in a constant bid to encourage marriage and child bearing to every Sura Clan member’s dismay.

    It was lucky the passionate chieftain had moved to stay in the capital for the sake of their trade.

    Marius lived with five hundred Sura people in the capital city. This group endured his constant nagging to procreate. Weddings were a usual practice during days of rest at Marius’ main home.  He even footed the wedding bill as long as a couple approached him with the intention to marry.

    The Sura who remained on the island had an easier time, as they lived as they wished. However, the marriage bug caught the Sura quite early. Every month, the assistant chieftain hosted a marriage ceremony at the main hall in the center of the Sura Village on the island. Everyone hoped their numbers would grow and allow Marius some peace of mind.

    Marius watched a young couple exchange rings before him and clapped when they smiled at each other before they kissed. He smiled wide too and nodded as the guests in his hall erupted into wild cheers, toasting the young couple’s happiness.

    The couple ended their kiss and their peers pulled them to the large circle made in the middle of the room for a dance. It warmed Marius’s heart to see a new pair start a family in his clan.

    “Have a drink, Marius,” Lasma said. “Come sit with me and let the young ones dance.”

    Lasma was his wife and they had been married for twenty-five years. They gave the clan two children. A girl named Alise who was the next chieftain. Alise was twenty-four years old. And their son, Azula who was only twenty.

    Of his two children, Marius worried about Azula most. His son was a skillful warrior and a talented blacksmith. Azula ran wild and preferred life at the Sura Mountain, swimming in the lake where their ancestral home stood, and eating sweet and sour chicken roasted by his dear godfather, Magnus.

    Marius sometimes blamed his second cousin, Magnus, for allowing Azula such unbridled freedom. He was convinced Magnus was the reason Azula shunned any attempts to civilize him. He could only dream of seeing Azula dress in formal robes and stand in a room like this without causing trouble.

    “Thinking about Azula?” Lasma asked, sitting next to him.

    “How did you know?”

    “You always have a frown when you think of Azula,” Lasma said, pressing the pad of her index finger on his forehead. “He is young, only twenty years of age. He does good work running our ancestral home and the mines without us. Give him time.”

    “I hope daily that he will be able to support Alise in her work.”

    “Alise is strong on her own,” Lasma said, her gaze shifting to their daughter across the room.

    Alise stood surrounded by the members of the chief’s council, two men and two women. They looked in deep discussion. Alise spoke and the others listened to her with rapt attention.

    “She grows to look like you every day,” Marius said, studying his eldest daughter.

    Alise, like everyone in the Sura clan, had thick strawberry blonde hair. It grew long and she kept it in a tight braided ponytail. She had green eyes, an oval face, fair skin and a slender figure. She was five foot three, but her personality more than made up for the lack of height.

    Alise was dressed in a beautiful light yellow dress with long skirts, and a gold knitted belt at her waist. The oval ilmenite jewel hanging at the end of the belt was the only indication of her station. Her smile was ready. Although when she was discussing business, it rarely made an appearance.

    “She is managing the clan’s affairs,” Lasma said, with a wistful smile.

    “Do you think she will choose her husband soon?” Marius asked, wondering when he was going to get to hold grandchildren.

    Lasma chuckled.

    “You told her you did not like Yemin,” Lasma said. “Alise and Yemin have been close for a year.”

    Marius let out a huff at the mention of the strong warrior who helped them run the workshops in the capital city. Yemin was tall at six feet. He forged the best swords, second only to Azula, but he was conceited.

    Marius worried he would make trouble for Alise, if they married.

    “Why can’t she choose Juya?” Marius asked, his gaze on the young man standing next to Alise. “He is smart, manages our accounts and can tell apart precious tones with a single look. He dresses well, and is part of the council so he understands Alise’s responsibilities.”

    “We are Sura, my love,” Lasma said, sitting back. She nibbled on carrot slice and smiled. “We follow our hearts when it comes to marriage. Don’t look down on Alise’s choice. She’s the only one who knows why Yemin is the right one.”

    Marius sighed and shook his head when Lasma handed him a fresh carrot stick from the platter on the table before them.

    “You’re right. Look at this, I’ve allowed you to turn me into a rabbit,” Marius complained as he ate the carrot slice.

    “I’m nurturing your health,” Lasmas said. “When Alise comes to you with Yemin, promise to give them your consent.”

    Marius grumbled but he agreed with a nod. The side door opened, and he turned to see his secretary rushing to him. He looked worried.

    “What is it, Torak?” Marius asked.

    Torak sighed as he came to a stop next to Marius. He was dressed down in leather trousers and a white cotton tunic. Noting the curious gazes everyone was giving him, he took in a deep breath and leaned in closer to Marius and Lasma.

    “There has been another robbery,” Torak said. “The third one this past week. This last one makes it six missing cargo carriages in total. We are running short of burnt ore here in the capital. The workshops are behind on orders. The robbers killed the drivers. We must plan two more funerals.”

    “Where is Yemin?” Marius asked.

    “Yemin is on the route doing his best to guide the search for the six missing cargo carriages. He is also handling the funeral arrangements for the two affected families,” Torak said. “He told me to mention that the thieves might have other motives. The carriages have not made it to Genad City.”

    A cloud of anxiety filled Marius’s chest as he glanced at Lasma. He was afraid Yemin was right. The uneasy feeling that had been plaguing Marius since the first robbery of their cargo carriages increased.

    “Send a message to Azula,” Marius said to Torak, holding Lasma’s gaze. “Have Azula escort the next shipment of burnt ore in person. Tell him to take precautions.”

    “Yes, Chief,” Torak said, starting to leave, but then he paused. “What about Yemin and the men on the route?”

    “Ask Yemin to concentrate on the funerals,” Marius said, his frown deepening. “They will not find the cargo carriages. Let Azula handle the robbery issue. When the funerals end, Yemin should bring me a report of how much black ore is left in each of our workshops. We need him here handling our failed orders.”

    “Okay,” Torak hurried off.

    Lasma took Marius’s left hand and squeezed.

    “This is not the first time we’ve encountered theft,” Lasma said. “But this episode is extreme and vicious. We also cannot find the cargo carriages. What do you think these thieves want?”

    “I’m afraid whatever it is does not bode well for the Sura,” Marius said, his gaze on Alise.

    As though sensing his unease, Alise excused herself from the council members and made her way to their table.

    “Another robbery?” Alise asked when she was close enough, keeping her voice low.

    “Yes,” Marius said with a grim nod. “We have now lost twelve of our seasoned drivers. The transport team is losing morale.”

    Alise leaned on the table. She picked up the tail of her gold belt and played with the woven gold. She bit her lip in thought, and then frowned.

    “Yemin suspects the ore thefts are tied to the cases of forged silver coins,” Alise said. “It’s a speculation—”

    “A dangerous one,” Marius said, sitting up straight as he studied Alise. “We cannot be implicated in silver coin forgery, Alise. Our clan will suffer enormous ruin.”

    “I know,” Alise said, shaking her head. “But what if the person robbing our black ore is helping the forgers? What should we do?”

    “Do the best we can to thwart the culprit’s plan,” Lasma said, answering for Marius. “Help the blacksmiths with inventory in all our workshops. Make sure the ledgers are completed. Melt any molds we have that make small coins. Your dad might need to visit the magistrate’s office to report this case.”

    Alise pushed off the table and started to leave.

    “Alise,” Marius said, making her stop to look at him. “Yemin is a good man. Ask him to visit our manor for a meal when he has finished with the funerals. Tell him he will like your mother’s sweet and sour chicken. He had better show up if you’re ever to help him braid his hair.”

    Alise smiled wide and ran to kiss Marius’s right cheek.

    Marius grinned with pleasure.

    “Thank you, Papa,” Alise said, then hurried away.

    Lasma squeezed Mariu’s hand, and Marius glanced at her.

    “Forging silver coins is treason,” Marius said, hoping to ease her concern. “If someone is plotting against us, we need to be careful. Anything could happen. You are right. It’s best to report the matter of stolen black ore to the magistrate. Then, I shall reach out to the old Draeya general from Naga County. He may have a solution.”

    “He is a good man,” Lasma said. “I’m more concerned for Azula. He will have to face these thieves on the way to the capital. Do you think he will make it?”

    Marius smiled.

    “Azula outsmarts wild tigers in our mountain. He designed the tracks that run our mines and even the cargo carriages we use. Azula might not catch the thieves, but they will not rob him,” Marius said, his voice filled with pride. “He won’t give them the chance.”

    “So much praise, I almost can’t believe you were worried about him earlier,” Lasma said, grinning.

    “Azula is Azula,” Marius said, his voice wistful. “I’ll be glad to have him in the capital. Maybe we can get him to wear a nice pair of clothes like Juya. I think Azula would look better.”

    Lasma chuckled.

    “Azula is more likely to kiss Juya for dressing that well.”

    “If he would make an effort,” Marius said, “Juya might think of kissing him too.”

    Lasma laughed then and shook her head.

    “I bet he is neck-deep in mud at the moment, making trouble for Magnus,” Marius speculated.

    “Or climbing trees, and ripping his tunics,” Lasma countered. “Poor Alva is constantly sewing his clothes.”

    “And Kalas and Sennin are always chasing after him, hoping he doesn’t break his legs,” Marius said with a sigh that descended into a chuckle. “I truly do miss him.”

    ****

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  • A Thousand Years of Hope Ch 13-1

    Anit Izuna returned to the Ekho Realm in a state of annoyance. The goddess of earth, Eren, left her with a bitter taste in her mouth. Eren’s words a pile of salt spread over her unhealed cuts. Tani’s predicament in the mortal realm always left Anit feeling incapable.

    She stood in the back gardens at the fox clan’s log house and stared at the thousands of apple trees she had planted these last thousand years. Thinking of Tani stuck in the mortal realm, unable to visit the Ekho Realm, or discover the extent of his abilities ate at her. Yes, she was the reason he was in the mortal realm to begin with, but in time, she would have returned him here. He was the next Fox Lord. His latent power greater than hers, even greater than her father, Nua Izuna.

    Tani was a nine-tailed fox at five hundred years of age. He was also blessed with Sunu’s gifts. In time, Tani would be capable of uniting the two clans and holding them together, becoming an everlasting Emperor. She hoped his reign would reduce the inequalities caused by the Immortal Clan’s absolute control of the Palladium Gates. Sahdrina was a just guardian, but she was still affiliated to the Immortal Clan.

    Shaking her head, Anit moved to the worktable laden with tools and sat on the bench. She shifted a few tools aside and paused when her hand touched the pot holding an Elderwood sapling. Tani’s shining eyes filled her mind’s eye.

    “You still can’t look at me.”

    Anit shuddered at the memory of Tani’s accusation and frowned at the Elderwood plant.

    Yes, Tani had inherited his father’s eyes, even his power presented in the same way as the Immortal Lord. She worried Tani would make a better Immortal Lord than a Fox Lord. Then his grudge against her grew, and she found a lot of herself in him. It was sad that she only managed to give him the bad parts of her soul.

    Now all she could think about was the ending of his calamity. She would know what to do for him, if he moved back to the Ekho Realm.

    She would have a chance to make it up to Tani.

    Shaking her head again, she stared at the Elderwood plant. She could not look at Tani’s eyes because they reminded her of her impossible love for Sunu Ryuzo. The most powerful Ekho in their realm. The man who saved her from an unprecedented misfortune. The father of her son. The one who kept half her soul safe, while she kept his. They were mated and separate.

    She let out a soft breath and closed her eyes when the constant pain of losing Sunu shifted in her heart, like an old friend. It should have eased in the two thousand years and change they had been apart. It should have, but the pain remained, grew and refined itself with every passing moment. She sometimes wished Sunu had not found her in the Zona Forest the night he saved her. They would have avoided this pain, but then…she opened her eyes and touched the petal of the small Elderwood plant. Without Sunu, she would never have gotten and loved their son, Tani.

    The memory of her first meeting with Sunu filled her mind, her thoughts lingering on the thick branches that had wrapped around her promising to squeeze life out of her. Sunu saved her but she never stopped to think of why she would be in such a position. So blinded by her love for Sunu, she had ignored the matter for some time.

    “Nela Bao,” Anit said.

    Nela appeared behind Anit. She was her most illustrious and loyal defender. She was the strongest in the Bao Sentinel Branch. The one who protected the oldest and the head of the sentinel branch. Nela was Anit’s confidant.

    “Lady Izuna, welcome back home,” Nela said in greeting.

    The only way Nela would know she wasn’t in, was if she had come looking for Anit earlier.

    “How is Gralia?” Anit asked, of the lands the Fox Clan called home.

    “The clan lands are calm,” Nela said. “Our capital city, Taesi, is sufficiently managed. The Inter Clan Court is commencing tomorrow for a period of thirty days to handle matters brought forward by the many ministries. They asked me to seek your attendance.”

    Anit nodded her agreement, caressing a delicate leaf on the Elderwood sapling before her.

    “As you make arrangements for my attendance, know that Amu will come to you for assistance,” Anit said, thinking about her brother, her son’s keeper. She wished she could have half her brother’s sense of justice. “Afford him anything he asks.”

    “Yes, Lady Izuna,” Nela said.

    “Is there anything else?” Anit asked, knowing Nela would not come looking for her for something as small as attending court. A note to the log house would have worked just fine.

    “My uncle asked me to convey a message,” Nela said, her tone hesitant. “I do not agree with it, but he is the head of our Bao Sentinel Branch. I am obligated to bring the message in confidence.”

    “What is his concern?” Anit asked, shifting so that she could look at Nela.

    “The Anael Sentinel Branch has been making unusual moves,” Nela said. “Our Bao has noted that the branch has retained the same man as head of the branch for nearly one thousand years. It is unknown the reason why it should be so when your office has mandated sentinel heads change every three years. Of late, those opposed to the continued reign of the same Anael leader have gone missing in mysterious ways. Their disappearances are tied to illness and/or accidents. My uncle is concerned.”

    “Why are you not concerned?” Anit asked, narrowing her gaze on Nela.

    “I believe the five sentinel branches have a right to run their houses as they see fit,” Nela said. “Our House of Bao has had the same head depending on strength and wisdom as guidance. We cannot dictate how the others choose to live.”

    “Hm,” Anit frowned and returned her attention to the Elderwood sapling.

    Eren’s suspicions about Kara ot in the Mortal Realm filled her head, and she bit back a soft curse. Mention of a problem among her highest graded officers made her unsure. She hated strife within her ranks most.

    “You are right but so is your uncle, Nela. A thousand years is too long for a Sentinel Branch Master. My father dictated a three-year term for each one. Someone has gone to great effort to keep the status of Anael’s current leader hidden from me. The Bao Sentinel Branch changes leaders depending on health and leadership capacity, even with your privilege of family. You house has had a hundred leaders in one thousand years. Your uncle is right to be suspicious of such unusual behavior. Your Bao branch shall investigate further. Tell your uncle he has my support.”

    “Understood, Lady Izuna,” Nela said with a swift nod.

    “Before you go, I have a task for you. The memory of the day I met Sunu is plaguing me,” Anit said, closing her eyes.

    She could picture the moment very clearly, as though it happened last night.

    “I was at a disadvantage three thousand and three hundred years ago. It was the first time it ever happened to me, but then I met Sunu and got distracted. I have always thought the goddess of fertility caused my misfortune in the Zona Forest. I thought it was the Immortal Clan weaving a plot for the sake of their future heir. Still, I cannot forget my misfortune.”

    “What was your misfortune, Lady Izuna?” Nari asked.

    “What was it indeed?” Anit sifted through her memories, searching for the moment when she felt Sunu’s power sing to hers for the first time. “It was triggered by a call for help from a desperate fox in the Zona Forest. Our fox clan lands share the forest with the immortal clan lands. The cry for help was unusual. You see, I felt the fox’s pain as though it were my own. When I arrived in the Zona Forest, all I remember is the strength of thick vines wrapping around me with a force I could not break. They were heavy with malice. I could not break them without Sunu’s help.”

    “Are you saying it was an attack?” Nela asked her eyes wide with shock.

    “Perhaps,” Anit said, with a frown. “Why have I not thought about this misfortune all these years? Perhaps being in Tani’s Elderwood triggered the memory. Seeing his pain or is it mine…”

    Anit trailed off, thinking about Tani’s disappointed gaze when he looked at her. The tilt of his head when she moved away from him at the sight of his eyes. The way he left his home, his sanctuary, because she was there. All of it was too much to bear. The pain should have triggered the memory.

    “It’s been a long time since I was in the Zona Forest,” Anit murmured. “I do not know what you will find, but I want to know what triggered those branches. The Immortal Lord bestowed good fortune upon them. They will have survived all this while. Trace the source of their malice.”

    “I will, Lady Izuna.”

    “Keep what you discover between us,” Anit said. “I will protect your mind from your uncle.”

    Nela gave Anit a short bow and shimmered out of the apple garden.

    Anit let out a soft sigh, and stood up, picking up the pot holding the Elderwood sapling. She headed toward the log house. She would find a place for it in the garden she kept in the middle of the log house. It was time to think of how she would heal the rift between her and Tani. She wanted him to return to his rightful place and learn how to smile without pain in his eyes.

    ****

    The Anael Sentinel Branch was third on the rank of importance to the Fox Clan’s log house. They handled policing of Gralia, with their efforts concentrated on the capital city, Taesi.

    The head of Anael was named Zal. His last name was not mentioned often, because it was similar to Lady Izuna, the Fox Goddess. No one wanted to call him Lord Izuna, it would seem as though he was married to Anit. No one wanted to bear the consequences of the insult. This was Zal’s greatest annoyance. Why? No one had ever stopped to wonder why his last name was Izuna too.

    Zal Izuna stared at a painting of Anit, the most powerful fox in their clan, a mix of envy and awe swirling inside him.

    Anit was three hundred and sixty thousand years old. He still could not believe she was ten thousand years his junior. She was the daughter of the previous Fox Lord, Nua Izuna. Nua gave her the right to succeed his leadership of the Fox Clan on the day Anit accumulated enough power to became a nine-tailed fox. She was one thousand years old. Already deemed remarkable and extraordinary by their clan’s elders.

    Most foxes in the clan only gained four tails at the most through their long lifetime. The more tails a fox had, the stronger it was. It took most of them tens of thousands of years to gain each one. Unless they were Anit or Amu, who was Anit’s younger brother. Amu had seven tails.

    Amu was three hundred and fifty-seven thousand years old, just three years younger than Anit.

    Compared to his extraordinary half-siblings, Zal had only managed to gain three tails in his three hundred and seventy thousand years of life. He was older than Anit and Amu by ten thousand years. He still could not measure up to them. Their difference in power was too clear.

    Anit and Amu were levels apart, which was probably why their father, Nua Izuna, had dismissed him as a mere servant of the people.

    The Ekho Realm’s fox clan was old and filled with troublesome and powerful magik. Bloodlines determined the weight and size of the magik, so the trouble always started with a fox’s lineage.

    Zal had spent tens of thousands of years studying why his power could never reach Anit’s level. It turns out his bloodline was his greatest weakness. To be Anit, he would need to be born of two powerful fox parents.

    Anit was born of the previous Fox Lord, Nua Izuna, and his beloved, Meljean. Meljean’s bloodline was as old as Nua’s family. Her ancestors had ties to powerful fox lords and goddesses long lost to the Ekho Realm’s timeline. Nua and Meljean’s powerful bloodline created Anit.

    There was no way to beat her strength. Thanks to her age, and her bloodline’s ability to accumulate power, she had joined the ranks of one of the most powerful Ekho in the realm, second only to the Immortal Lord, Sunu who was over four hundred thousand years old.

    Zal had no information on Sunu Ryuzo’s real age. The Immortal Clan kept his secrets well hidden.

    No one in the fox clan could beat Anit’s power. Well…perhaps there was one.

    Anit’s son, Tani Ryuzo. Another Ekho blessed with luck and infinite good karma. He was prime pedigree.

    What was it like to have the Immortal Lord as a father? Zal wondered with a wince.

    Zal hated the envy burning inside him. It was constant, unwavering. There was nothing to do for it but tend to the fire. He could at least console himself with the fact that he could call Nua Izuna his father.

    “Lord Zal.”

    “Yes?”

    Zal turned to look at the woman standing a few feet away. She was Tara, the vice head of the Anael Sentinel Branch. She rose up the ranks next to him. Now that he was the head, she worked right beside him as the vice. They had held same position for the past thousand years. With careful orchestration and iron will.

    “The Inter Clan Court has noticed Shugo’s disappearance. I’m afraid we have not been able to keep our movements as quiet this time. Election season at Aniel is approaching. We will have a few eyes on us. The Inter Clan Court is expected to convene tomorrow. What should we do?” Tara said.

    “Any word from the Mortal Realm?” Zal asked.

    “No,” Tara said. “There has been no tragedy with the mortal. Perhaps Lua is late making the delivery of black weed. I’ve met the Dragon clan’s Aero. He always has news of the hybrid Ryuzo. There has been nothing to report on Ryuzo’s return to the Ekho Realm. The mortal is living in his family home with no indication of returning to the Americas.”

    “Something’s shifted,” Zal said, with a frown. He had planned so carefully. Tani’s beloved always chose the mortal woman. If he refused to return to Viola, then the mortal would die at the hands of Lua. “Where is Lua?”

    “Our people have not been able to reach him these days. It looks like he has gone into hiding. I will ask Aero to find him,” Tara said.

    “Interesting,” Zal said, his frown fading. “Lua is quite shameless and hardly worries about being caught. Something must have happened if he is in hiding. Has someone noticed my plan?”

    “There is no indication,” Tara said. “The first to respond to suspicion would be the House of Bao. They are running as usual. The Fox Goddess has made no mention, and no sentinels have come by order of the Inter Clan Court.”

    “You are right,” Zal nodded, and let out a sigh. “I can’t wait for this to end. I was hoping a fight in the mortal realm for the mortal’s soul would occupy the clan for a time. Now, we must create a distraction of our own. Tell Aero to help find Lua. If he cannot find him, Aero will have to use the black weed spear himself if he wants to stay out of the Septum’s radar.”

    “I’ll send him a message,” Tara said.

    “Do it fast,” Zal said. “We need a commotion to distract them from our Anael House and what we’re working to achieve.”

    “I’ll take care of it, Lord Zal.”

    Zal watched Tara leave, and then turned to the portrait of Anit. His thoughts returning to the father he shared with Anit, and a past he wished was different.

    The previous Fox Lord, Nua Izuna was no saint, though the fox clan would fight Zal on the mere thought. Nua was a powerful man with a wandering eye before he mated Meljean. He dallied with women from the lesser fox clans often.

    One of those women was named Dran.

    Dran had enough power to keep her beauty, and run a cheerful inn in the picturesque district of Waterside Cross. Waterside Cross was found in the lower lands of Gralia, near the beach. Dran never dreamed of entering the Fox Clan’s great Log House hidden in the mystical Yesserin Mountain. No, she was happy with her life at Waterside Cross.

    When Nua spent two months at Dran’s family inn to fulfill a peacekeeping mission with the ocean folk in the lower lands, Dran grew infatuated with him. Though she knew Nua felt nothing for her, even as he spent time with her, her foolish heart could not resist his advances and she soon conceived.

    Two months ended too fast, and Nua soon left Waterside Cross.

    Dran asked nothing of him, though Nua presented her with a large chest filled with precious jewels to pave her way. They never met again. Nua returned to his life as the Fox Lord, and was soon after mated to Meljean, Anit and Amu’s mother.

    Dran gave birth to her child, a fat son she loved with all her heart. She was happy that he was born from Nua, but that was the extent of her ambition. She named her boy Zal and raised him in the small district of Waterside Cross. When her parents passed on, she took over the family inn.

    In time, Dran hoped Zal would do the same when it was her time to move on.

    Zal frowned thinking of his mother.

    Dran never understood his need for more. Not when he asked her if he could meet his father. Not even when Zal left Waterside Cross in search of his father. He could still picture her frown as she watched him board the magik coach to the capital city, Taesi.

    Zal moved from his mother’s small town to Taesi at the age of five thousand years. Ambition gripped him tight, fueled by the need to find and meet his Fox Lord father.

    Taesi was the capital city of Gralia, the Fox Clan Land.

    It was where all foxes who wanted more in the realm gravitated. Where the Inter Clan Court stood, and souls from the lesser clans came to stay and find work. Taesi was both majestic and pitiful, depending on which end of the city one ended up. There was good and bad luck, good fortune and bad. There were wealthy families and poor families, and some in between. All living in the grand city ruled under the Inter Clan Court, governed by the Fox Lord, Nua Izuna at the time.

    Zal arrived in Taesi in time to see the grand celebration arranged by the Inter Clan Court for his father’s marriage to Meljean. It was soon clear that to meet Nua, Zal needed power, or a connection to a powerful lord who could enter the sacred Yesserin Mountain.

    His grand wish looked impossible at the time.

    Zal made use of the precious jewels from his father to buy a modest house in the capital, and enroll into one of Taesi’s prestigious academies. His goal was to become a scholar and gain a place working under one of the Inter Clan Court’s many ministries.

    The Inter Clan Court ran Gralia’s main government. It handled finances, education, construction and works, medicine, magik registration and governance, and so forth. The court then answered to The Five Sentinel Branches.

    These Five Sentinel Branches were responsible for keeping the peace and mediated issues in the Inter Clan Court. The Five Sentinels were the closest post to the Fox Clan’s Log House. They had legitimate access to Yesserin Mountain.

    Ambitious foxes aspired to work in one of the Five Sentinel Branches. They were Sandu, Amyntas, Anael, Reima, and Bao. The Five Sentinels were considered guardians of the fox clan. They trained armies, policing sentinels, and managed border patrols. The sentinels provided relief when environmental events occurred. They fought wars when other clans challenged the fox clan boundaries.

    The Fox Clan’s Log House used their forces to accomplish tasks, as needed.

    The heads of these branches reported to the Fox Lord directly. Any capable fox could ascend to the leadership ranks in the Five Sentinel Branches. At some point before Zal, the Fox Lord insisted on three-year tenures for the top rank.

    With the exception of the House of Bao. Bao leaned heavily on family tradition, and the head was the oldest member in the family, supported by the strongest member of the family.

    Zal learned and memorized the hierarchy of power and forged a path to the Five Sentinel Branches. He studied hard and graduated with respectable scores. He made good friends with some of the plebes from elite families in his academy, so he managed a first placement into the Registry Department. From there, he worked his way up to the higher offices of the Inter Clan Court.

    It took him five thousand years to find a position affiliated to the Anael Sentinel Branch. It was a branch tasked with creating policing agents in the city, investigating cases, collecting and archiving information, and passing forward concerns to the Fox Log House.

    When Zal turned ten thousand years of age, Meljean gave birth to Anit.

    Zal had just qualified as a sixth level government official. He joined the Anael Sentinel Branch and became an inspector tasked with investigating cases brought forward by the Inter Clan Court.

    Days before Anit’s birth, Zal met Nua Izuna. It was the day he received his rank badge at the Fox Log House. The memory etched in his heart forever. His father might have left the leadership of the clan and moved on to traverse the realms ages ago, but Zal remembered him with clear memory.

    Nua stood at almost seven feet tall. He was strong, his body forged of hard muscle. Nua was dressed in a black sleeveless long tunic, dark breeches, and his feet in heavy dark boots. He wore his red haircut short, save for a long braid at the back that reminded Zal of a tail. His arms were thick with muscle as he crossed them against his chest.

    He stood on a short dais waiting to receive the new inspectors and hand them badges in preparation for work in the five sentinel branches. His sharp green gaze missed nothing.

    Zal remembered Nua’s presence engulfing the large hall. His power felt large enough to suffocate a roomful of mortals. It was easy to see how this man had suppressed the dragon clan’s fire during their last boundary dispute. The dragon clan dared not start another fight against the Fox Clan. Gralia’s borders were now secure.

    Each of the new inspectors stepped up to Nua, said their name and current rank. When it was Zal’s turn, he could barely get his name out as he faced his father.

    “What is your name?” Nua asked.

    “Z-zal.”

    “Last name?” Nua asked.

    “My mother did not dare give me my father’s last name,” Zal said, holding Nua’s green gaze with some trepidation.

    “She is a wise woman. I feel your blood calling to mine,” Nua said, stepping closer to Zal. He dropped his arms to his sides and leaned in closer to look into Zal’s blue eyes. “The blood is there, but not the power. I remember your mother. She is Dran. She remains a kind and sweet soul. I’m glad she has you to keep her company and look after her. Be good to her.”

    Nua stepped back.

    “You shall be Zal Izuna,” Nua said. “A son given to the clan, to work with them and live among them. Dran has raised you well if you have chosen to serve in the Five Sentinel Branches. May you find fulfillment among your equals.”

    Zal started to protest his father’s swift conclusion. He had hoped Nua would see more in him, but his father had already moved on to the next inspector.

    Zal scoffed at the memory of Nua smiling at the next inspector on the same line. Having dismissed Zal and moved on with a single nod. The encounter remained etched in his brain. It was the first and last time he met Nua Izuna. He never got another chance. Nua abdicated his position to Anit when she was ten thousand years old, and went on a pilgrimage with his dear mate Meljean. Zal did not know where he was now.

    Nua looked at him once and deemed him unworthy of entering the Fox Clan’s mystic Log House. Instead, he was only good enough to join ranks with those in the Five Sentinel Branch.

    Zal let out a soft sigh as he studied Anit’s portrait now.

    The painting on the high wall was one of the many found in the capital city, Taesi. They were in memorial halls, in the Inter Clan Court halls, in small shops and large ones. Every fox in the realm knew what Anit Izuna looked like, gave her respect at the mention of her name. They thought her a deity, placed in Gralia to guard the fox clan with her life. They expected her son to take over when he was old enough.

    Zal hoped to change that expectation in time. He bit his bottom lip to stop his smile at the thought of his coming triumph.

    The only weakness Anit had was in the mortal realm and named Tani Ryuzo. The son she could not control. A son Zal helped her abandon for nearly three thousand years now. His plans were developed quite well thanks to Anit’s unique flaw of holding a lasting grudge.

    If his plan were to play out right, Tani Ryuzo would end up in the Citadel in the Immortal Clan, or in the god of calamity’s domain. He would be too broken with loss to think of his birthright for centuries, and Anit would have no heir to take on the fox clan.

    Amu had long abandoned the ruling of the clan. Zal would be the only option left to take over from Anit. Anit would have no choice but to turn to him to take over leadership. He dreamed every night of entering the Fox Clan’s Log House as its master.

    Zal could not stop his smile as he looked up at Anit.

    “You’ll have no choice but to reach out to me, Fox Goddess,” Zal said with a small chuckle. “I will be the only relative you can turn to. Wait for me.”

    ****

    Sunu Ryuzo stood at the largest waterfall in the Citadel thinking about the night he met Anit. The memory lingered in his thoughts. Triggered by his strained bond to Anit. She had to be thinking about the past too.

    When Sunu first met Anit, he had thought the incident a machination of the Fertility Goddess. Helia was known to encourage love matches among those in the Septum. To ensure stability of their court, and make sure the Immortal Lord had an heir.

    Yet, the sinister way he found Anit would not have been Helia’s style.

    Sunu saved Anit’s life. He should not have needed to; she was strong enough on her own, that he had needed to save her made him pause. Closing his eyes, his memory returned to three thousand and three hundred years ago, on a moonlit night.

    Sunu walked in the Zona Forest after a grueling day of subduing disagreements between the god of air, Mizian, and Rianon of the water. Their fight had caused a major flooding event in a village in the mortal world. Sunu was not looking forward to Cale’s report on casualties in the Mortal Realm. It would be long and tedious trying to restore balance and push out misfortune in the village.

    Sunu walked through thick vibrant bushes, hidden under tall canopies. Birds chirped in their nests, the forest alive in the afternoon light. Sunu loved the rhythm of life pulsing in the thick wilderness. A thick vine slithered on the forest ground, brushing over Sunu’s dark boots. He glanced down, and the leaves of the thick bushes around him shifted away to show him the branches path.

    His long dark tunic caught on pine needles. He swept his hand to free the pine needles and a chameleon jumped on his dark sleeve.

    Sunu chuckled and touched the chameleon’s head. It changed colors from a muted green to match his dark tunic. Sunu changed the color of his tunic to a dark green and grinned when the chameleon stared at him with its large eyes and promptly turned back to its green color. Sunu returned the chameleon to a sturdier branch, his attention returning to the slithering branches on the forest floor.

    The branches were fast crawling in the thick foliage.

    Sunu followed them out of curiosity and found a thick cocoon made of thick vines wrapped around a body. All he could see between the branches was deep red hair. Surprised, Sunu reached for the closest branch, even as the rest tightened, strangling the person wrapped deep inside.

    Sunu frowned when the branches ignored his touch, and did not stop their task. It was rare. It meant the branches were under someone else’s command. Someone with deep malice.

    “Unwrap your prize, break the malice,” Sunu murmured. “I, Sunu, will gift you good fortune.”

    The branches tensed, tightened one last time, and then unwrapped their prize.

    Sunu traced his fingers on the bark of the branches as they retreated. Gold specks sinking into the branches as he made good on his promise. When the branches were gone, Sunu stared at the beautiful woman lying on a patch of stinging nettle, her soft skin mottled with red rashes. She wore nothing but her long thick red hair. The branches had ripped at her dress and torn it to pieces. Tears filled her green eyes when she looked at him, frustration and pain clear on her face.

    Relief flooded her when she could breathe again.

    Sunu fell in love.

    He never stopped to wonder why his beloved was wrapped in an air-robbing cocoon or why she was hidden in a thick forest to die. All he knew was that her name was Anit Izuna. She was a nine-tailed fox, and she made him happy. Their love was obsessive and intense. It grew fast and Sunu soon discovered that he had a great weakness when it came to Anit. He gave her part of his soul, as she gave him his, then…they made a life together.

    Everything else faded away and their child became all that mattered.

    Tani became their greatest joy, and their mightiest failure.

    Sunu sighed and focused on the moment in the Zona Forest. The thick branches heavy with malice wrapping Anit in a tight cocoon. The magik in the crawling branches felt dark, similar to the kind found in black weed. He had touched the branches, broken the malice and infused the crawling branches with good luck. Perhaps the malice clung to him, and fell on his child, tainting Tani’s future.

    The thought made him sick to the stomach. Cale was looking into Sahdrina’s concerns, which might help release Tani from his calamity. Still, the Zona Forest needed a deeper look. He needed to know who had placed Anit at a disadvantage.

    “Kinon.”

    “Lord Sunu,” Kinon said, coming to stand right next to Sunu.

    “The night I met Anit, there was malice in the Zona Forest. I cannot appear in the forest, as it will hide from me. You do well with tracking what darkness has touched. Do you think you can trace it? The tracks should still be there. I have never directed anyone to the spot where I found Anit. I need answers.”

    “Understood. I will go right away, Lord Sunu.”

    “Let’s keep this between us,” Sunu said, meeting Kinon’s gaze, he gave in to curiosity. “How is Artri House?”

    Kinon smiled.

    “Happy for now.”

    Sunu returned the smile.

    “I’m glad.”

    “Lord Tani is almost returning home,” Kinon said.

    “Cale thinks he won’t want to stay at the Citadel,” Sunu said on a soft sigh. “I gave it some thought, and perhaps my brother is right. I have decided to grant Tani a home of his own. If we clean the Zona Forest, I’ll build him a house there. It will be at the boundary of both the Immortal Clan and the Fox Clan. Anit won’t have reasons to complain. I will let Tani stay there as long as he wants. What do you think of this?”

    “It is a fair plan, Lord Sunu,” Kinon said. “I will get the members of the Septum to help.”

    “Tani’s house will be auspicious. He has only faced calamity, and I want him to heal. I hope they only bring good fortune befitting my son.”

    “I will make it clear,” Kinon said. “I’ll visit the Zona Forest now.”

    “Thank you, Kinon.”

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  • Blades of Ashes Ch 1-4

    Arc 1 – The Case of the Forged Silver Coins

    Chapter 1-4

    A month later, Raithion Maenaer stood next to his parents watching his second sister’s lavish wedding unfold.

    Guests filled the large front hall of his father’s new manor in the capital.

    There were familiar faces, relatives, and friends from Draeya. Those Raithion welcomed with a full smile.

    However, the unfamiliar faces, like the prime minister and his band of allies, those Raithion approached with caution.

    Each one of them attended the wedding to see the generous event prepared with the help of Basileus Dio’s full support. They wanted to get a glimpse of General Maenaer and understand the reason why the general was now favored.

    Noriel’s wedding was playing the part of introducing their Maenaer family to the capital.

    Raithion wished they could avoid the extravagance, but it was difficult to pull his father away from a chosen path.

    Noriel and her groom entered the large hall accompanied by the sound of melodic string instruments. They walked along the aisle formed between the seats, their steps slow and steady.

    Noriel’s wedding dress was made using the finest red silk they could find in the imperial workshops. The colorful butterflies embroidered by the palace embroidery were stunning. The most skilled Sura artisans created the gold pieces arranged in her long mink black hair.

    Festival managers in the imperial palace chose the assorted flowers arranged on stands in intervals on the path to the dais. The banquet to come after was prepared by the palace kitchens. This wedding fit the word extraordinary.

    Raithion could only hope his sister enjoyed extraordinary happiness in her marriage.

    Noriel’s groom was handsome in red. The palace had also prepared his wedding clothes. The red cloak on his shoulders trailed behind him embroidered with the same butterflies on Noriel’s train. The groom smiled hard at Noriel in clear happiness, holding her right hand with his left as they approached the dais.

    Raithion liked Noriel’s husband-to-be.

    Even though he was sure that some of the groom’s happiness came from the minor title he would receive from the Basileus. It wasn’t every day a common man became a viscount on the merit of marrying a Marquis’s daughter.

    Raithion sighed at the Basileus’s clear extravagant treatment of his family.

    Basileus Dio was painting a clear target on their faces and backs. The political class in the room watched Noriel and her groom with interest and intent.

    Raithion’s worry grew another inch.

    “Smile, Raith,” Thanir said next to him. “Noriel is watching you. She will be anxious if you don’t look happy at her wedding.”

    Raithion pushed away his misgivings and his lips curved into a smile when he met Noriel’s wary gaze. He winked at her, and she smiled. Her lips curved into a beautiful smile under the sheer red veil she wore. She clutched her bouquet of wild red flowers tighter.

    Raithion chuckled and glanced at his new brother-in-law.

    Hujan gave him an acknowledging nod when their gazes met.

    Raithion returned the nod knowing that he would now have to include Hujan in his list of important people.

    A list that included his mother and father, Thanir and Silveren. His younger sisters, Noriel and Soriel. His mother’s two brothers and their families. Thanir’s three sisters and their families, and his brothers in arms.

    Now, Noriel’s husband, Hujan would join their Maenaer Clan.

    Thanir and his wife, Silveren, moved to stand at their table arranged to the right of the dais. Hujan’s parents also stood at a table to the left of the dais.

    Basileus Dio stood at the highest point of the dais between the parents.

    Noriel and Hujan reached the front and stopped.

    Noriel held her husband’s left elbow tight as she looked up at the Basileus.

    Basileus Dio stepped down from where his chair was arranged on the high dais and faced the couple. He looked especially handsome in the midday sunlight. His Adertha brown hair was trimmed to his shoulders and fell in healthy waves.

    A gold crown that looked like woven leaves was wedged tight on his head.

    His tunic was red with gold embroidery on the hems. He wore fitting dark trousers that disappeared into handsome burgundy boots decorated with intricate gold metal engravings. A long rich burgundy overcoat topped the outfit. The length of it sweeping the ground. The embroidery on the hems and cuffs would have taken ages to complete.

    Basileus Dios wore his imperial clothes with ease. He looked comfortable in his own skin and rank. He faced Noriel and Hujan with unending confidence.

    “Lady Noriel Maenaer, are you willing to tie your fate to Hujan Draug for the rest of your days?” Basileus Dio asked, his voice solemn enough for the occasion. His voice rang in the large hall, holding the attention of all the guests in the room.

    “Yes, I am willing,” Noriel said, her voice shaky with nerves.

    “Lord Hujan Draug, are you willing to tie your fate to Noriel Maenaer? To protect her, the children you make together, and the family you forge for the rest of your days?”

    “Yes, I am willing,” Hujan said without hesitation.

    The strength of his voice as he made the promise settled some of Raithion’s concerns.

    “Bring the rings,” Dio said, his gaze shifting to the young woman standing behind Noriel.

    Raithion smiled as he watched his little sister, Soriel, hold out a small silver tray holding two green jade rings. Hujan took one and with Dio’s nod, slid the ring onto Noriel’s left index finger.

    Soriel grinned when Noriel’s hand shook when it was her turn. She murmured a few words to Noriel, and then stepped back behind Noriel. Dio’s gaze followed her and Raithion tried to ignore the Basileus clear interest.

    Dio returned his attention to Noriel, and gave her a clear nod. Noriel smiled as she slid the ring on Hujan’s left index finger. They clasped their left hands for all to see the union, as Dio spoke to the room.

    “I, Dio, Basileus of the Lyria Empire, do hereby bind your fates and declare you wedded. Two turned to one for the rest of your days in the viscount house styled Draug. Forever, Lady and Lord Draug to the empire. Hujan and Noriel, bow to your parents thank them for their care, and face the world as one from this day forth.”

    Noriel and Hujan turned first to Hujan’s parents and gave them a formal bow.

    They then turned to Thanir and Silveren and bowed.

    Raithion hid a smile when he saw his mother wiping away tears.

    Silveren nodded in approval when Noriel and Hujan straightened up and faced Basileus Dio. To Dio’s surprise, the couple bowed to him too.

    Then, Hujan lifted his wife’s sheer red veil over the crown of jewels in her hair, before they turned to face their guests as a married couple.

    Raithion clapped in congratulations. He grinned at his little sister, Soriel, who winked at him from her position next to Noriel. She was helping Noriel with the long train of her dress. She looked just as happy seeing Noriel find her place.

    An attendant brought Raithion a goblet filled with sweet wine made from grapes.

    Raithion was to make the first toast to his sister’s happiness and open the wedding’s festivities. He waited until Basileus Dio settled in the chair on the dais, and then the parents sat at their designated chairs behind their tables.

    Noriel and Hujan remained standing looking at Raithion with expectant gazes.

    Raithion took the goblet from the attendant and stepped up to stand on Noriel’s right side, facing Hujan. He held his new brother-in-law’s gaze.

    “My name is Raithion Maener. I am Lady Draug’s big brother. I stand here to thank you all for attending this happy occasion as my sister marries her beloved, Hujan Draug. Our family is most grateful to Basileus Dio for the kindness he has shown us.”

    Raithion looked to Basileus Dio and lifted his goblet in a toast.

    “Long live, Basileus Dio.”

    Raithion was glad when the room repeated the toast after him.

    “Long live, Basileus Dio.”

    Raithion gave the Basileus a formal bow, bringing his right hand to his chest, and bowing his head. Dio lifted his hand with an acknowledging nod in answer, releasing Raithion’s formality.

    Raithion continued his speech, knowing to keep it short when Noriel gave him a discreet glare.

    “I’ve looked after Noriel since she was born. I’ve been her guardian for twenty-four years now,” Raithion said, meeting Hujan’s gaze again. “It is difficult to know that she will no longer live under our Maenaer house. I must tell you, Hujan. I have considered stealing her away from you these last few months and hiding her away. You see, as the eldest in the family, I’ve been afraid our family will miss eating the delicious mint toffee Noriel makes. You would have to taste it to understand my concern for this imminent lack in our Maenaer house.”

    The room erupted into chuckles and Raithion grinned when Noriel threatened to pinch him. She looked radiant today, even as she attempted to glare at him and failed.  Her dark hair shone in the light, held in place by beautiful gold pins. Noriel made a beautiful bride.

    “Brother, you will always be welcome into our home for a taste,” Hujan said in answer to Raithion’s lament.

    Raithion let out a dramatic sigh and pressed his free hand to his chest.

    “I’m very relieved to hear you say so, brother,” Raithion said, staring into his goblet of wine for a moment.  “Still, I felt I had to let you know that I have worried about Noriel leaving our home and moving into a new one. Our family has protected her. Guarded her smiles and joys. We are a big family: our parents, my youngest sister and I, Maenaer uncles and aunts, our brothers in service, we’ve all given the best to Noriel. We hope she remains happy in every thought and action we take, now and forever.”

    “Your care has turned me into the luckiest woman in this empire,” Noriel said, looking at Raithion, her green eyes bright with tears.

    “We’re the lucky ones to have you,” Raithion said. “This brings me to the point of my speech, Hujan. You see, as a family, we agreed to come to terms with the imminent lack of mint toffee in our house.”

    “Raith,” Noriel said, her tone complaining, as everyone chuckled again.

    “This is because, I, being one of the many guardians of Noriel’s joys, cannot in good conscious keep her away from Hujan. Our family noticed how you make her smile and laugh. We chose to listen when she made the choice to stand next to you for the rest of her life. We understood that she has decided you are the keeper of her future. So, our Maenaer family can only support her wholeheartedly.”

    “Hujan Draug,” Raithion held his goblet up in a toast. “Today, you are wed to Noriel Maenaer. She enters your family, but you enter ours too. We give you a treasure, and we hope you cherish her as she is, as she will cherish you. I, Raithion Maenaer, promise to stand as your brother, as I am hers, and to protect your family’s happiness as I’ve always done for Noriel. A toast to your happy marriage.”

    Raithion drank the wine in the goblet until it ended. He turned the goblet over to show that it was empty. He then held out his right arm to Hujan and pulled him into a warrior’s hug.

    Hujan returned his hug with a wide smile and held Raithion tight before he let go.

    Raithion turned to Noriel and sighed when he saw tears in her eyes.

    “Don’t cry, Nori,” Raithion said and leaned in to kiss both her cheeks. “You make a beautiful bride.”

    “I love you, Raith.”

    “I love you too.”

    Raithion hugged her for a moment and then turned her over to her husband.

    The room erupted into applause as Raithion stepped aside to allow the couple to greet their guests as a married pair. An attendant touched his left arm, letting him know that Basileus Dio wanted a word with him.

    Raithion looked up to the dais and found Dio watching him with expectation.

    Raithion walked up to the dais and stood on the right side of the massive chair the Basileus was using.

    “Your love for Noriel is touching,” Dio said, his voice wistful. “I am jealous of her. You make me wish I was part of your Maenaer family when I hear your loyalty to them.”

    Raithion held his tongue unsure how to respond.

    Basileus Dio was a man he wanted to consider a friend, but their difference in status made the thought seem absurd.

    Dio was an emperor, a king of kings, so powerful that he could hold the fate of Raithion’s legion in the palm of his hand with a single word.

    They were unequal and could never be friends, only master and servant.

    Yet, Dio persisted in the pursuit of friendship. He had not given up since their first meeting. The first time Thanir brought him and his sisters to the palace to meet the Basileus. Dio called him brother that day. Raithion could only see the head of the empire.

    “Lord General Draeya, do you still not consider me your brother?” Dio asked, his gaze on Noriel and Hujan who were greeting the prime minister’s family.

    “You are Basileus,” Raithion said, his tone respectful.

    “Your tone suggests otherwise. I suppose it will have to be enough for now that I consider you my brother,” Dio said with a soft sigh. “Lord General, I have a task that is making me worry. I don’t want to send you out there in pursuit of Gesi Ajai’s accomplices but I can’t trust anyone else.”

    Raithion held his words again. He lived a life of orders. His commanders gave orders and he executed them to perfection.

    Basileus was the highest office in the land.

    Raithion had no choice but to follow the man’s orders.

    “Be at ease, Basileus,” Raithion said after a moment. “I promise to complete the task you give and return to give you a report.”

    Dio looked at him then, his dark gaze unreadable.

    Raithion wondered what Dio was thinking when a little frown creased his forehead.

    “It looks like we still have time before you consider me one of the ones close to you,” Dio said with a small smile. “I wish to earn your trust faster. I want the right to call you Raithion, Lord General. Or even Raith as your beloved sisters do.”

    Raithion lowered his head unsure how to respond to Dio’s words.

    “What is your order, Basileus Dio?” he asked instead.

    Dio cleared his throat and sat up in his chair. His right hand resting on the arm of his chair. The red jade ring on his right thumb was the absolute symbol of his station.

    “A message from one of your father’s people arrived last night. An unknown player is watching the Sura clansmen at the port on the southeast coast. I would like you to find out why and if possible capture one of these unknown players. I grow anxious thinking about the results of the counterfeiting case. Do you think you can manage this task?”

    “Yes, Basileus Dio,” Raithion said with a single nod. “I’ll head out this evening after the festivities and my sister’s wedding is over.”

    “Thank you,” Dio said, giving Raithion a small smile. “Be careful out there, I don’t want to have to watch your family worry about you. I will look after them while you are away.”

    Raithion nodded his agreement and started to step away but Dio continued.

    “If you are worried about eating mint toffee in your Maenaer house, I can have one of the attendants learn how Noriel makes it,” Dio said. “Then, your house will not be without it.”

    Raithion could not help his chuckle.

    “What?” Dio asked, glancing at Raithion.

    “Noriel learned her skill from our mother,” Raithion said, looking to his parents who sat watching their daughter mingle with the world as a married woman. Their expressions were a mix of happiness, relief, and sadness.

    “I told Hujan of the scarcity to remind him that Noriel would always have a place in our house. If he wrongs her, we’ll take her back.”

    “Do you think he understood your intention?” Dio asked, amused.

    “If he did not understand, I will help him understand if it comes to it,” Raithion said, making Dio laugh.

    The sound drew interested gazes. Raithion was quick to note the Prime Minister’s clear interest in him.

    “Now I truly want to make you my true brother, Lord General,” Dio said, when his laugh ended. “What about you? When do you plan to marry? Or do you want to take in your father’s choice for you?”

    “I don’t have plans to marry yet,” Raithion said, shaking his head. He never thought about marriage. “Lately, I have all these orders to carry out for Basileus Dio. When can I get married?”

    “It’s good to dream of having someone you can return home to, call your own,” Dio said with a soft chuckle. “Someone to guard your smiles and happiness, as you said earlier. If you have no time, I’ll take responsibility and help you find someone.”

    Raithion nodded his thanks. He had long understood that he was not one of the lucky ones who married for love. Like Noriel and even his youngest sister. His marriage would be designed to help defend Basileus Dio’s position.

    Raithion was part of his father’s promise to Basileus Rokas.

    Raithion clasped his hands at his back and turned his attention to Noriel and Hujan who were now heading down the aisle to the open doors. They would start a procession that would end at Hujan’s manor where a party would continue until the late hours of the night.

    “The wedding is done. Hujan and Noriel are bound. I know your parents planned a celebration to honor the accomplishment. Your guests will not be free if I’m still here. I should return to the palace,” Basileus Dio said, getting up. “The rest is up to you, Lord General. Your father will have the details of the suspects. I look forward to your news.”

    “I thank you for blessing my sister’s marriage,” Raithion said.

    “It was my honor,” Dio said, then stepped down from the dais and followed the couple out of the hall with a small smile on his handsome face.

    Raithion frowned when Dio reached the exit and paused next to Raithion’s little sister, Soriel.

    Soriel held her sister’s bouquet of red wildflowers and her own, which was full of purple flowers.

    Dio took a good look at Soriel, and then plucked a red flower from Noriel’s bunch.

    Raithion froze when Dio then tucked the flower behind Soriel’s right ear, his fingers brushing the soft strands of her jet-black hair out of the way.

    Dio winked at Soriel, who blushed hard and stepped back. The Basileus chuckled and then stepped out into the sunny afternoon.

    Raithion shuddered. It scared him to think of Dio making Soriel his Basilinna.

    Soriel was too young to take on that monstrous position. She had just turned twenty this year. The Maenaer family was not strong enough to cope with the pressure.

    Raithion needed a lot more power than he had now to be able to protect a Basilinna.

    Worried, Raithion glanced at his father. He was not shocked to find his father watching Soriel too. What did surprise him was the clear pleased anticipation he read on his father’s face.

    Thanir Maenaer’s clear ambition made Raithion’s heart shake.

    “Raith,” Silveren called to him.

    “Yes, Mom,” Raithion hurried down the steps of the dais to stand next to his mother.

    “What a lovely speech you gave,” Silveren said, taking his right hand, her fingers soft on his callused ones. She squeezed his hand. “I promise to make an even better one when you wed. I don’t know who will be deserving of you, but I am grateful you will not be leaving our house and will instead be bringing back someone. I’ll miss Noriel, but I’m glad she is married. Now, we just need to worry about Soriel.”

    Raithion grinned at her and relaxed at her clear joy. He decided to enjoy the festivities for the next few hours before he started the dangerous journey to the port on the southeast coast of Naga State.

    “Get a chair, child, sit next to me,” Silveren said. “Let’s have wine to celebrate Noriel’s wedding.”

    Raithion pulled a chair close to her and sat, accepting a goblet of wine from her. He pressed the rim to hers and sipped with a smile.

    Outside, the fiddlers started a lively tune as the procession started.

    Raithion toasted his sister with their guests for the rest of the afternoon.

    At midnight, he changed into his travel leathers, donned a dark cloak over his shoulders, and left Marquis Draeya’s manor in the cover of darkness. His most trusted legion brothers joined him after he left the capital city, led by Haedor. They formed a team of fifteen as they took the main road riding to the port found at the coast of Naga State.

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  • A Thousand Years of Hope Ch 12-2

    At Elderwood, Anit stood in the middle of Tani’s bedroom, taking in his personal space. The large bed in the middle of the room was neat. The closet was open, so she moved closer to find the room filled with tall racks. Tani’s clothes hanging on the racks, and a collection of the same type of shoes in different colors. Anit touched a black pair of Vans and smiled at her son’s little quirks.

    “Your presence here kicks him out of his home,” Cale, the god of calamities, said behind her.

    She pulled away her hand from Tani’s shoe with a sigh.

    “Which puts you in a bad mood,” Anit stated. “You enjoy filling yourself up with his sadness, don’t you?”

    “If that’s how you want to judge it, then I gain more with your presence here. Your pain is far more infinite than his,” Cale said, giving a satisfied sigh. “I don’t agree with you punishing Tani this way. You’re his sore spot. Stop giving him unnecessary pain.”

    “Cale, I don’t want to hear a lecture on how to treat my son from you,” Anit said, stepping away from her son’s peculiar shoe collection. “When is his calamity ending?”

    “The mortal is almost thirty-six years old,” Cale said, shaking his head. “Tani stayed away too long this time.”

    “A broken heart will do that to you,” Anit said. “It would be insane to expect him to carry the same feelings after so much pain. Whatever the outcome, you pull Tani out of the mortal realm before the Septum gets to him. I will lock him away in our lands. The next Fox Lord will not be a pawn for the Immortal Clan anymore.”

    Cale sighed.

    “What?”

    “Sunu has asked Tani be returned to the Immortal Clan.”

    Anit scoffed.

    “My son will take on his rightful title. He is the Fox Lord, the only one in millenniums past. I will not hand him over to the Immortal Clan.”

    “He is also the son of the Immortal Lord,” Cale said.

    “Your people forgot that part when they chained him to the mortal realm for a thousand years,” Anit said, her green eyes filled with anger. “You tell Sunu I don’t care what he wants. He watched me leave the Citadel when Tani was five hundred and did nothing to stop us. He shall endure his choices for as long as I draw breath.”

    Cale studied her for a moment, and then scoffed.

    “Meanwhile, Tani suffers between you and Sunu,” Cale said. “You think Tani is enduring his sentence for love because of a human in the mortal realm. You’re wrong. It is because of the lack of love forced on him by you, and Sunu. Don’t ever forget that truth. You should have afforded him more care. Amu and Eren are ready downstairs.”

    Cale left the room and Anit fought the urge to fling Tani’s shoes after him.

    What did the god of calamities know? Sunu betrayed her first. He abandoned her and Tani first.

    Closing her eyes, she took in a deep breath and let it out slow. Sunu would not get Tani to enter the Citadel.

    Tani belonged to the Fox Clan.

    Anit did not bother to go down the stairs. She shimmered out of Tani’s room and appeared in the living room where she had met Tani face to face for the first time in two and a half millenniums. She knew there were mistakes made, but Cale did not have to rub it in.

    Still, she would never forget how beautiful Tani’s amber eyes looked.

    Anit glared at Eren in the living room, and then sank into an armchair nearest the fireplace. She arranged her frock and rested her hands on the armrests.

    “What does the Septum want with my Fox Clan?” Anit asked of Eren.

    “Goddess Anit, Eren greats you. I heal the soils of our Immortal Clan lands. I would ask the Fox Goddess a question on the amount of Kara ot in your lands.”

    “The black weed is forbidden in my court,” Anit said. “I obliterate it as fast as it is detected. The weed is dangerous for the fox children born between mortals and those of our clan. Black weed infects them, bringing them unimaginable pain as it works to rob them of their abilities. We do not tolerate its presence in our lands.”

    “Are you saying you have allowed hybrid children to live in the fox clan lands? How is that possible?” Eren asked her eyes wide with shock.

    “We are not purists. It is not impossible in our lands to find children from the mortal realm,” Anit said. “Our fox clan does not punish our people for loving mortals when they visit the mortal realm. Our traits are strong. Children are natural consequences of a mating. When one of ours sires a child with traits leaning to our clan, we bring them back to our lands. It is acceptable to pull them out of the mortal realm in order to protect our Ekho Realm secrets. My council and I have worked hard to create guidelines on the matter. The Palladium Gatekeeper has the guidelines on our rules. She allows passage as needed.”

    “So, the foxes are visiting the Mortal Realm often,” Eren said, with a knowing nod.

    “You suspect one of our people of bringing the black weed to the mortal realm?” Amu asked, his gaze wide at Eren’s comment.

    “We can’t rule them out,” Eren said.

    “How bold of you,” Anit said, her voice heavy with annoyance at the audacity in the Immortal Clan. “My people are very careful. I just laid out to you how deadly the weed is to our children. Which of us would then dare to carry it around? How dare you look down on my people?”

    “Fox Goddess, I do not mean to disrespect you or your people. I am only pointing out that there is a break in the chain. This problem needs both our clans to find a resolution. The Immortal Clan is willing to help—”

    “Eren of the Earth. Our Fox Clan manages to solve problems without your help,” Anit said, slapping her right palm on her arm of her chair. “I have personally cleansed Kara ot from vast swaths of land not only in our Fox Clan but even in the Dragon Clan’s lands and the lesser clans’ provinces. How dare you imply we do less than your Immortal Clan?”

     Eren sighed and sat back in her chair. She had no words to use with this Fox Goddess. The woman somehow twisted her words no matter what she said. They seemed to have used up all their good fortune with her.

    “Eren,” Amu said. “What do you need from us?”

    “Access to the Inter Clan Court. Being one in the Septum, I do not know the members. I only know that the Fox Goddess has a large influence with the court,” Eren said.

    “I refuse to carry on the Immortal Clan’s chores,” Anit said, getting up. “Amu, don’t bring me out to handle such a small problem. I’ll go back to my planting now.”

    “Can’t you think of your son?” Eren asked.

    The Fox Goddess did not like her or the Immortal Clan so she was going to walk away without giving Eren a chance. Eren gave up on diplomacy and decided to sting the woman with words.

    “Every time there is an outbreak of Kara ot in the Mortal Realm Lord Tani is the first to know. He is the one to cleanse it, as his power demands it, unlike that of Cale. To cleanse black weed, the cuffs on his wrists have to come off. Surely, no one would wish such pain on their child.”

    Anit stopped her departure and her gaze fixed on Eren.

    Cale got up fast and stood in front of Eren.

    Eren frowned at his clear worry, and then felt the air pressure rise in the room and understood his concern. Cale started to shield Eren, but Anit waved her hand and pushed him away as though he were nothing, sending him to the living room entrance.

    At the same time, vines as thick as a hand pierced through the wood floors and wrapped around Eren in tight bands, giving her no chance to escape. Bright green leaves with sharp and deadly edges cut Eren’s skin on her arms and up to her neck.

    Anit used the vines to drag Eren closer so that she could look into her eyes.

    “You would dare poke at my weak point to get your way,” Anit said, her green eyes as turbulent as a storm in the deepest ocean. “Eren of the Earth, have you forgotten who placed those cuffs on my son’s wrists? Who voted to keep him here for loving a mortal? For daring to follow his Fox Lord heart, all because, he has Immortal Clan blood. You punished him for sharing his soul with a mortal and did not even care to ask me about it!”

    “Fox Goddess,” Eren started to say, and the vines around her tightened to the point of drawing a whimper of pain from her.

    “I loved your Immortal Lord with all my heart,” Anit said, the sneer on her beautiful face seemed to add to her power. She scoffed. “Your Septum conspired to pull us apart, saying a fox and the Immortal Lord cannot live in the Citadel. It will somehow make our clans imbalanced. Your Septum made it that I could not fight back. So, I left the Immortal Lord and took our son. The loss was difficult, and I dared to blink in order to mourn my sorrows, only to discover that you lot put my young son in a bind. Now, you, Eren of the Earth, dare poke at my inability to protect him after the criminal decisions you’ve placed on our shoulders. Do you not like living?”

    “You can’t kill me,” Eren said, straining against the vines wrapped tight around her.

    Anit laughed long and hard.

    “Oh, I know I can’t, but you are in the Mortal Realm. I can make you bleed so much that you will only be able to crawl to the Palladium Gates in order to heal. Don’t test me,” Anit said. “You’re the one who came to me to ask for help. I refused to help. You dared bring up my child. I retaliated. Don’t get the story wrong when you meet the Septum. I do hold deep grudges.”

    The vines disappeared as fast as they wrapped around Eren.

    The wood floors restored, Anit made sure to add her stamp in Tani’s living room.

    Anit then met Amu’s gaze for a full minute before she shimmered out of Tani’s sanctuary, her heart breaking at the thought of her son having to endure pain again.

    She left an Inter Clan Court badge on the coffee table next to Amu.

    Eren sank down into her chair and let out a long sigh after Anit’s departure. She reached up to touch the stinging cut on her neck and grimaced when her fingers came back with red blood.

    “She must be in a good mood today,” Cale said, coming back into the room. He sat in the armchair Anit had used. “Uncle Amu, should we thank you that she did not give Eren a thousand cuts?”

    “Eren, why did you mention Tani?” Amu asked, picking up the fox clan badge allowing entrance into the Inter Clan Court. “You should have given her a moment. We could have talked it out and gotten her to see your side. Anit does not take kindly to one who mocks her failures.”

    “Do you really think she was going to give us that badge out of kindness?” Eren asked, sitting back, her heart still beating too fast. “She hates the Immortal Clan. I should have realized it was incurable. When does one find Anit, and her son, Tani, in a good mood?”

    “It depends on who you are,” Cale said on a chuckle.

    “Cale.” Amu chastised.

    “Okay, I won’t tease Eren anymore. We should make use of the badge quickly and go to the Clan Court.”

    “Is this what you’ve been waiting for?” Amu asked.

    Cale nodded, getting up.

    “I have business in that court and we can only enter with her permission. Amu, sometimes you forget I’m also from the Immortal Clan.”

    “I truly do,” Amu said, narrowing his gaze at Cale. “What are you looking for in the Inter Clan Court?”

    “The same culprit you’re looking for,” Cale said. “We should go now.”

    Amu sighed and looked at Eren.

    “Cale is right. We should leave, otherwise Tani will never return home if you stay longer,” Amu said.

    Eren stood slowly, touching the cut on her neck once again with a hiss.

    “Why won’t it stop bleeding?” Eren asked.

    “Anit’s special power is nullifying our Ekho gifts in the mortal realm,” Cale said. “You won’t be able to heal that cut until you enter the Palladium Gates again. So, we should go.”

    “She’s so unreasonable,” Eren hissed, as they all left Elderwood and appeared in front of the Palladium Gates.

    ****

    At Artri House, Tani shifted on the large comfortable couch with the huge pillows facing the beautiful windows. He and Dante were watching the sun fade in the horizon. The sunset was especially beautiful this evening. He sipped his wine and returned his attention to Dante who sat next to him.

    Dante had changed out of his day clothes, and released his hair from the tight ponytail. He was now in a black t-shirt and matching sweatpants. His feet stretched out before him. He was the picture of relaxation.

    “Why did you study World History?” Tani asked, loving that Dante answered his many questions without hesitation.

    “I like learning about the past,” Dante said. “As you know our Artri House takes the education of its Ekho-blessed children seriously. Grandmaster Landi runs a successful institute in New York that trains those like us. Which also means he expects too much of the children coming from his house. The only outlet I had from the pressure was learning history. I liked discovering the rhythms of growing nations, people, cultures and languages.”

    “So what do you do all day when you’re not at Artri House entertaining a deviant Ekho?” Tani asked.

    “Hmm, not so deviant if you ask me. I was teaching the students you met today until two weeks ago,” Dante said. “My sessions with them are over. So, I’ve returned to my research work. We’re documenting an underground city discovered in Asikli. The dig is dated back to the Neolithic age. It’s an ongoing dig site. So far, we’ve uncovered painted churches and houses rebuild over time. It is slow tedious work, but I enjoy it.”

    Tani smiled at Dante’s clear infatuation with his day job. He could watch him talk about excavating dead cities forever. Sitting on a couch as the sun set and they shared a bottle of wine. This small pleasure was all he lived for when he could have Dante in his life.

    Why couldn’t life be this simple all the time?

    His heart squeezed tight and the familiar sting of tears at the back of his eyes had him blinking.

    “Tani?”

    Tani found Dante watching him.

    “You okay?”

    “Mm,” Tani nodded, bringing his glass to his lips taking a sip, he turned to look at the fading sunset in the distance. “These floor length windows are such a genius idea. You get a great view any time you take a look.”

    Dante placed his glass on the stool in front of them with their half-full bottle of wine. Dante closed the little distance they had maintained between them. He took Tani’s glass and set it on the stool too.

    “Look at me,” Dante said taking Tani’s left hand. “You were lost in thought a minute ago. I’ve talked myself thirsty this evening. You’ve just asked questions. Now, I have one for you.”

    Tani met Dante’s gaze then.

    “Ask,” Tani said.

    Dante cupped Tani’s right cheek and looked into Tani’s eyes for a moment.

    Tani’s heart thundered in his chest, wishing and hoping Dante would not ask him about his past. This was a beautiful evening and he did not want to think of their tragic past. It would ruin this…and he so wanted to hold on to this memory. Simply sitting here with Dante having a conversation.

    “Can I kiss you?”

    Tani bit his bottom lip and smiled in relief.

    “Dante, I have wished I could kiss you since the moment we met in the olive grove. I…”

    Dante leaned in and took his lips in a sweet short kiss that tasted of sweet rosé. He ended the kiss as fast as he started, but he did not move away.

    Tani kept his eyes open meeting serious brown eyes already wanting another kiss. Their breaths mingled and Dante’s gaze shifted to Tani’s lips. Tani took in a short breath, his heart racing again.

    “You are a dream to me,” Dante said, closing his eyes. “I’m half afraid I’ll wake up tomorrow and discover I’ve made up this encounter with you. Will you stay with me tonight? Let me hold you?”

    Tani breathed him in and leaned in to brush his lips on Dante’s cheek, smiling at the tickle of Dante’s beard on his own cheeks.

    “I’m already here with you there is no need to imagine it,” Tani said, closing his eyes when Dante brushed back his hair, sinking his fingers into his red hair and pushing it away from Tani’s face.

    “I’ve never been anyone’s dream. What do you picture about us?” Tani asked. “Will you tell me?”

    “I never thought anyone else a dream before you. When I saw you I wanted to experience everything with you,” Dante said with a small chuckle, shifting even closer so that he could wrap an arm around Tani’s waist.

    Dante maneuvered them until they were lying on the long couch, the pillows pushed and arranged for their comfort. Tani rested his head on Dante’s right shoulder, burying his face into the curve of Dante’s neck when strong arms rubbed down his back. Their feet tangled and Tani hummed at the warmth between them.

    “I never felt much before,” Dante said, his hand moving up and down Tani’s back. “But since I met you, I’ve felt helpless, jealous, angry, infatuated, almost all at the same time. It’s overwhelming.”

    “What kind of experiences do you want, Dante?”

    “Will you give them to me?”

    “Yes.”

    “All of them?”

    Tani grinned and leaned back to look into Dante’s eyes.

    Dante kissed him again on the lips. A lingering kiss, teasing, it warmed him up straight to his heart. He wanted more, because he did, he worried about how much time they had together.

    Tani ended their kiss and answered Dante’s question.

    “I will give you all of them,” Tani promised.

    Dante smiled.

    “Then, I’ll give you what you want too,” Dante said. “I have talked away the whole evening. I never gave you a chance to say what you think about us.”

    “You haven’t asked,” Tani said.

    Dante held his questions.

    “Are you scared to ask?” Tani asked when Dante kept quiet.

    “Yes.”

    “Why?”

    “Your memory is too long,” Dante said. “I’m afraid it is full of sad moments about us. I want to change those memories and fill them with good ones. So, I’ll wait a bit before I ask you what you want.”

    Tani bit his lip hard because Dante’s thoughtfulness threatened to undo the protective walls built around his heart. He swallowed the lump of emotion that rose up in his throat and let out a soft breath.

    “Then, you tell me a few things,” Tani managed to say. “We can do them while I think about what I will ask of you.”

    “Okay. I’ve already said the first one. I want to wake up next to you everyday,” Dante said.

    “I’m already here with you at Artri House for tonight, and tomorrow. I’ll try to make your wish come true, but it might not be daily. There is still Elderwood.”

    “Fair enough,” Dante said with a small nod. “If I’m welcome, I’ll sleep over at Elderwood with you then we can balance it.”

    Tani grinned and nodded in agreement.

    “What else do you want us to do?”

    “I want to make love with you,” Dante said, leaning in to breath Tani’s scent in. “Not yet though. When we get to know each other better. I don’t want our first time to feel impersonal.”

    Tani hid a smile. He did not remember their sex life being fast and impersonal. Their lovemaking was consuming in the best of ways. He missed being close to Dante. Loved their intimacy, it was the one thing they never got wrong.

    “Let’s not wait too long,” Tani murmured.

    “Then after our third real date.”

    “Is this our first?”

    “No,” Dante shook his head. “You came to me when you were upset. This, here, is me comforting you. Our first date should be fantastic and memorable. We can go on it tomorrow.”

    Tani grinned at Dante’s enthusiasm.

    “I can work with that,” he said.

    “With what?”

    “Fantastic and memorable,” Tani said, thinking Dante’s wishes were very easy to fulfill.

    “About earlier,” Tani continued, pressing his face into the curve of Dante’s neck, he closed his eyes, as the sting of his mother’s slap finally faded. “Thank you for making me stay here with you. I had an unpleasant encounter. I cannot explain it yet, but you’ve healed the sting that I thought would stay with me.”

    “I’m a great listener too,” Dante said. “Whenever you’re ready to talk about it, I’m here for you.”

    “I know,” Tani said, grateful that Dante had not pressed him on the details of his encounter with his mother.

    “Should we travel?” Dante asked. “Let’s see the world together…”

    Tani and Dante talked into the night, they mapped dreams of traveling together, places they could visit, Dante’s interests mostly. They fell asleep on the comfortable couch, holding each other in a tight embrace as though an inch between them would be too much to suffer.

    ****

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  • Blades of Ashes Ch 1-3

    Arc 1 -The Case of the Forged Silver Coins

    Chapter 1-3

    Three weeks later, Dio Adertha, the fifty-first Basileus of the Lyria Empire, paced the length of a small room waiting for an unexpected visitor. Each step he took was with purpose. He clasped his hands behind his back as he cultivated patience.

    Soon, his thoughts lingered on the past instead of dwelling on the waiting.

    Dio thought about his father, the previous Basileus.

    At the end of the Lyria Imperial Year 1335, the reigning Basileus, Rokas Adertha, abdicated his throne due to health concerns and made Dio the new Basileus.

    Then, on the first month of the Imperial Year 1336, a year into his reign, Dio was still learning the imperial court’s in and outs when his father called him to his residential chambers. He remembered the moment as clear as day.

    Rokas was ill but still able to move around on his own.

    Dio found his father sitting up in a chair by the large windows in his chambers.

    Rokas gave Dio a solemn cryptic warning that morning.

    ‘Beware of Witia,’ Rokas said. ‘The sugarcane state in the Southwest. If trouble starts, call on Maenaer of Draeya. He is your strength. Lean on his marquis house for support. His loyalties belong to Adertha. He shall help you stabilize the empire. Trust only Maenaer. Don’t share my warning with your retainers.’

    Rokas’s warning left Dio unnerved.

    More so when Rokas died two months later. His father was not one to leave unimportant words.

    Yet, Dio could not share them with anyone in his palace, not his secretaries, least of all his prime minister. Endless sorrow and worry descended on Dio.

    However, this worry started to fade, as the pressures of his role as Basileus grew heavier.

    Dio soon came to realize that the politics in his capital city of Genad had changed after his father’s death.

    A clear struggle for power was brewing between two powerful political parties: the prime minister’s libert, and the opposition party named populi.

    Populi had a hidden master, one that worried the prime minister.

    The two parties were locked in a vicious fight for control of important government offices, ministries, and industries.

    Dio could only focus on the constant tide of mediation between the two parties in his parliament. Soon, he forgot his father’s warning

    Two years passed in this constant turmoil.

    Until three days ago, on the sixth month of the Imperial Year 1338, when an interesting request for a meeting made its way to Dio’s office.

    A general with the last name Maenaer sent a note wanting to meet Dio and reminisce about the past.

    Dio had no reason to grant the request. He would have refused it but then he remembered his father’s warning. The name Maenaer filled him with speculation, and so, he agreed to meet the mysterious general.

    It was mid-afternoon.

    Dio stopped pacing and stood next to a white marble statue of one of his more illustrious ancestors. He studied the armor on the statue and wondered what his ancestor would say of the current rule in the kingdom.

    In his ancestor’s time, the people respected the strong warriors. A struggle for power between soft imperial courtiers would not exist. This ancestor of his would probably think the current Basileus had gone soft too.

    Shaking his head, Dio turned when the door opened and one of his bodyguards led in his strange guest.

    The older man who walked in was tall and filled with the aura of a seasoned general. He was dressed in a long black coat with a peculiar finish. The heavy fabric shone in the sunlight as he walked as though the black thread was inlaid with silver strands. Intricate silver wire designs decorated the cuffs and lapels of the general’s coat. His knee-length black books were made of fine leather, their soles thick, and durable.

    This old general looked in his late sixties.

    Yet, he stood tall, his back straight. His hair was the only part of him that showed his age. It was shoulder-length and as white as fresh snow. The long strands were held back with simple braids at his temple. The braids were tied together at the back with a silver clip to match the silver on the cuffs.

    Dio met the general’s gaze and surprise filled him when he looked into light brown eyes that looked at him with challenge. The general stopped a few feet away from him and lowered his head in a short bow.

    “Thanir Maenaer from the Draeya Clan greets the Basileus. I am honored you agreed to meet me.”

    “I’m more curious about you, General Maenaer,” Dio said, studying Thanir’s bowed head. “What is your relationship with Basileus Rokas?”

    Thanir responded by dropping to his right knee. He brought his right hand to his chest in a show of loyalty.

    “I owe Basileus Rokas a debt of blood. He saved my wife’s life when she was pregnant with my first-born son. In turn, I pledged my life to the Adertha House. He never gave me a chance to repay this debt when he was alive. He only made me promise to find you, Basileus Dio, two years after his death.”

    “Why?” Dio asked, a deep frown creasing his forehead. “Why would he ask you to find me?”

    “This subject will answer the Basileus with a story. Twenty-seven years ago, Basileus Rokas stayed in my clan’s home during a great flood in our small Draeya County in the Naga State. Our county is named after the lake that sustains our lands. When it rains, the river that feeds the lake overflows. Basileus Rokas visited our county to help us find a lasting solution.”

    “He tasked me with the job of constructing dykes, and dams, adding vegetation, and cutting terrace slopes to help us reduce damage. We even built a reservoir the county now uses for growing rice. While I was out working with his forces, my wife fell into danger when I was not home.”

    “Basileus Rokas saved her and my unborn son, going to great lengths to find skilled doctors to save her life when she went into labor. Soon, I returned home. Basileus Rokas awarded my clansmen for the good work of controlling the overflow of water. He styled my house a title, making this small official and his wife, Marquis and Marchioness Draeya.”

    “Basileus Rokas praised me for my service but I was too grateful for his unprecedented efforts to save my wife and child.  I swore a blood oath to protect his Adertha House should he ever need it.”

    “Lord Draeya,” Dio said. “My father valued officials who performed great feats for our empire. Please stand. I cannot be responsible for making your knees hurt in my hall.”

    Thanir dropped his hands to his sides and rose to his feet.

    Dio indicated for them to sit on the two armchairs a few feet away from the white statue.

    Thanir waited until Dio settled before he sat.

    “Four months before Basileus Rokas abdicated the throne to you, he wrote me a letter,” Thanir said, reaching into his coat pocket. He retrieved a tightly rolled paper tied with a red string. The royal seal on the paper was long broken.

    Thanir handed the letter to Dio and fell silent waiting for Dio to read the contents.

    Dio felt his heart squeeze in excitement when he recognized his father’s handwriting. The elegant strokes of Rokas’s handwriting, so sure and seasoned. His heart skipped with joy at the pleasure of reading his father’s words after a long time.

    Warm greetings filled the first paragraph of the letter.

    Dio noticed that his father called the Marquis by his given name, Thanir. They were old friends. Then, there was a paragraph asking about the Marquis’ children, and the oldest Maenaer son named Raithion.

    Dio assumed Raithion was the heir to Thanir’s title.

    After the greetings, came a paragraph of concerns…

    ‘…Thanir, I write you now at the sunset of my illustrious life because I worry about Dio's future. I worry about the Lyria Empire's future. People from Witia State have made troubling moves of late.
    If you remember, Dio's mother is a daughter from Witia. To my greatest worry, Basilinna Olneth has been tolerant of her brothers in Witia.
    In her complacency, she has encouraged her brothers to support a cobra-like courtier named Gesi Ajai. He is an ambitious man working against the Prime Minister in the Populi party. For now, he plots to join the imperial court in any capacity. I've been unable to stall his efforts, as there are no obvious reasons to do it.
    I'm also afraid Ajai has noticed my dislike of him.
    Adding to my suspicions, of late, I have developed stomach pains that leave me bedridden for days. The physician cannot find the cause, which has made me come to my own conclusions. I worry Ajai's ambitions are now targeted at the palace. I have no proof for you, only speculation.
    Dio is still young. He is twenty-five years of age. Two years younger than my adopted son, Raith. Dio has not chosen a Basilinna to bring into the palace. He tells me he hopes to marry for love. I worry Ajai might try to interrupt or manipulate his choices.
    Old friend, I never once wanted to take advantage of your blood oath. I have always considered you my brother. However, I am left with no choice. Allow me to invoke old debts, and ask you to protect my son when I'm no longer able. I hope I can remove Ajai from Dio's path before he has to take my place.
    If I fail, I ask you to take my place and help my son protect Lyria.
    Attached find an imperium to assist you in the hard work you will surely have to face in my absence.
    Use it if I'm gone and you discover Gesi Ajai making things difficult for Dio. I wish you and Silveren all the best. It is my hope and wish that my son, Dio, will find the same friendship I found in you with your son, and my adopted son, Raithion.
    I thank you in advance, Rokas.'

    Folded under the letter was an imperium with the imperial insignia, signed and sealed by Basileus Rokas Adertha.

    This imperium is given by Basileus Rokas Adertha investing power in the Marquis Draeya, Thanir Maenaer, and his family, to form a private army and have undisputable power to act in the defense of the Lyria Empire, and Basileus Dio. Maenaer will protect the empire's best interests as directed by Basileus Dio.

    Dio stared at the order for a moment caught between relief and fear. His father’s concerns were heavy and heartbreaking.

    Rokas’s last words finally gained meaning.

    Dio almost wished the order in his hands did not exist. That it did exist meant the empire was going to endure a period of turmoil. Worry and relief filled him up, fighting for dominance.

    He sighed when relief won over.

    Dio looked at Marquis Draeya to find the old general watching him with a wary gaze.

    “Who is Raithion? Does Marquis Draeya know that my father’s adopted son is my brother?” Dio asked, smiling at Thanir’s concerned expression.

    Thanir let out a relieved sigh and returned his smile.

    “Raithion is waiting outside with his younger sisters,” Thanir said. “We are walking around the capital in the pretext of buying jewels for my second-born daughter. Noriel is getting married. She is hoping for your blessings for her wedding. If you grant the blessings, we can then return to Draeya without rousing Gesi Ajai’s suspicion.”

    “Well thought out,” Dio said with an approving nod. “Tell me, Marquis Draeya, what made you seek me out?”

    “I have much to confess, Basileus,” Thanir said, and stood. He reached into a second pocket hidden in his coat and produced two more scrolls.

    Dio took the scrolls, making sure to hand back his father’s letter and the imperium to Thanir for sake keeping.

    Opening the rough scrolls from Thanir, Dio found two notes.

    “Counterfeit silver coins are creating sporadic unrest in the capital. The guards stationed in the exchange bureaus are doing their best to keep the citizens in check, but the tension is on the verge of breaking into protests. A solution is needed to handle the influx of counterfeit silver coins,” Dio read.

    He looked at Thanir.

    “I have received the same reports,” Dio said. “I ordered the Prime Minister and one of my generals to take the matter in hand. They have appointed an inspector general to take on the case. I understand they are collecting the counterfeit silvers with the intention of finding the source. When did their efforts lead to the point of clear upheaval?”

    “The exchange bureaus are confiscating hard-earned silver coins from the people,” Thanir said. “There is no easy way to soothe the people’s anger unless we stop the counterfeiting. This case has pulled me back to this capital. I need your authority to find the true culprit behind the counterfeiting case. This incident is not so simple.”

    “Other than damaging our economy to gain wealth as the courtiers often do, what else could be the goal?”

    “My suspicions are not solid enough,” Thanir started.

    “Marquis Draeya, tell me anyway,” Dio insisted. “I would like it very much if you were not afraid to share your opinions with me.”

    Thanir paced away from the chair next to Dio. He rubbed his forehead with his right hand for a moment. He stopped and seemed to make a decision before he turned to face Dio.

    “I have acted without permission and asked Raith to seek out answers. We have collected evidence that leads us to the conclusion that someone is working to destabilize the imperial court. Most of the counterfeit silver coins are forged using iron extracted from burnt ore mined in the Sura Mountain. This burnt ore is found on an island called Sura. The people living on this island are a clan of two thousand, five hundred and twenty-three strong. They call themselves the Sura Clan,” Thanir said.

    Dio sat back reviewing the same information from his days in the classroom under his tutor’s watchful eye.

    Sura Mountain once spewed liquid fire in the distant past. It had turned dormant for a long time. The people who lived on the island formed by the explosions had learned how to mine. They developed a strong clan filled with miners, refiners of metal, blacksmiths, and artisans.

    The Sura had a unique trait. They were all born with strawberry-blonde hair. The color marked by the sheen of gold and a mix of white. It was easy to identify them in a crowd. It was even easier to spot their talent while looking at the metal items they made.

    “The Sura are well known for their talent with manipulating metal. They run metal workshops that contribute to the creation of farming tools, and any items made with metal including jewelry,” Dio said. “The gold swords my father carried were crafted by one of their artisans and gifted to my family by their chieftain.”

    “Yes. The current Sura Chieftain is Marius Doriel,” Thanir continued, despite Dio’s comments. “Basileus Rokas granted the Sura Clan a home in the capital where Lord Doriel and his fellow clan work and trade. They manage three large smelting workshops in the capital city. They also manage a residence by the port on the Southeast coast of Naga State. That is where the burnt ore enters Lyria.”

    Dio frowned, studying Thanir, trying to understand why the general was fixated on a mining clan. They were common enough. He knew two other mining clans based in the State of Storait in the northeast, and there was one in Brusan State. The Brusan clan mined precious jewels, their value far more larger than the Sura.

    Witia State also had a gold mine, Dio thought. His grandmother’s clan managed one. It was how she managed to marry the Basileus.

    Naga State was the only state that did not provide mined products. Instead, they produced most of the rice in the empire.

    Why would the Sura island clan become so important?

    Thanir sensed his doubt.

    “The Sura Clan specializes in the development of steel. Our Draeya Clan has commissioned its seasoned blacksmiths countless times. They make strong swords, and other types of weapons,” Thanir said. “They are an important part of the empire. Their wealth grows, and their purpose changes depending on the client. If I were Gesi Ajai, I might want to curb their influence or take it over for myself. The workshops held by the Sura in the capital are on a granted lease. The lease agreement is controlled by the Ministry of Finance.”

    Dio stood too, his eyes wide with shock.

    His father had been worried Gesi Ajai was targeting one of the important ministries in the imperial court. The ministry of finance was a powerful weapon. The empire flourished in trade and agriculture.

    If a villain tampered with either…

    Dio hissed. Why had he not seen it?

    His father was right. His gaze shifted to the old general. Thanir Maener was the most valuable advisor Dio would ever have.

    “Marquis Draeya,” Dio said, considering what to do to make the man move to the capital on a permanent basis. “Do you live here in the capital city of Genad?”

    “No, we don’t,” Thanir said with a small chuckle. “My wife prefers a quiet life in our small Draeya County. We rent a manor in private residences on the outskirts of the capital. It has allowed us to move around unnoticed.”

    “I wish to disappoint your wife,” Dio said, moving to stand before Thanir. He met wary brown eyes. “Will you hold it against me?”

    “Basileus Dio,” Thanir said. “I disappointed her first by coming to you with this imperium. There was no choice. After what I have uncovered, I must fulfill my promise to your father.”

    “It is lucky we are in agreement,” Dio said, with a single nod. “I cannot make you an official in the government yet. The haggling parties in my imperial court are holding the reins of government. The prime minister’s people are running most of the important offices, like finance, laws and rites, and the collection of taxes. I cannot interfere with that wiry man either. The Populi party has gripped the ministry of agriculture with its hands. They are using it to win the people’s favor.”

    Dio sighed as he thought about his government. He wished daily for a stronger force. One that would come in and upset the delicate balance between the prime minister’s Liberat and the Populi.

    Shaking his head, he glanced at Thanir once more. Perhaps, Thanir Maenaer was the answer.

    “I wish to pull you into the spotlight using the offices I control. The military office and the government administration office,” Dio said. “Once I do so, I hope you are able to penetrate the swirling storm between these two political parties. Are you willing, Lord Draeya?”

    Thanir took in a deep breath and then nodded.

    “I’m willing, Basileus.”

    “Then, I’m relieved. We shall start by installing you as a military advisor in my office. This will give you a reason to enter the palace at will. It also allows you to grow acquainted with the courtiers,” Dio said. “As for the army forces my father helped you grow in your Draeya County…”

    “This matter is well organized, Basileus,” Thanir said. “I come to you with an offering. My eldest son, Raithion, joined the Naga State military when he turned sixteen. He forged relationships and grew his career in a clean manner. These past ten years have seen him rise in rank.”

    “Quite industrious,” Dio said, curious about his adopted brother.

    “At twenty-seven, Raithion has risen up the ranks with his own effort. He is a full-fledged general. He commands twenty thousand men within our Draeya County. The Naga State King has named him Lord General Draeya as he is the son of Marquis Draeya and comes from a military-grade family. He is the reason I have been able to collect the information on the counterfeit silver. I have held off his marriage in case it is of help to you.”

    “All the men under your direct command must be under Raithion’s care,” Dio said, impressed by Thanir’s ability to plan.

    “Yes, three thousand strong from our Draeya clan,” Thanir said. “Raithion will station them with me if I move to the capital. They will support you in any way you wish.”

    Dio smiled as he stared at Thanir. The heavy burden of dealing with his court had left him constantly anxious.  Even the attendants working next to him belonged to either Libert or Populi. If he could gain someone outside the circus…

    How wonderful! His father seemed to have found him a very valuable chess piece. It was better to hold him very close.

    When you move to the capital,” Dio corrected, excited by this turn of events. “Your presence in the capital will make it easier to look into Gesi Ajai’s movements. The faster we understand his plans the better. Now, for where you are to live in the capital.”

    Dio frowned in thought, and then grinned, snapping his fingers in excitement.

    “We’re in luck. A year ago, old Princess Andong died. She was my great-aunt. Her grand manor in the capital reverted to me, and it is mine to do with as I wish. I will present it to a meritorious officer.”

    “Thank you, Basileus.” Thanir brought his right hand to his chest and nodded his thanks.

    “You will find this manor useful. It has high privacy walls, discrete exits and is closest to my palace. I will have my retainers repair the property and make it Marquis Draeya’s official residence. I would also like to introduce you to the courtiers in the capital. It will please me to support your second daughter’s wedding.  I promise to officiate her wedding in person in your new home.”

    Thanir stepped back and gave him a formal bow, his head lowering an inch more than earlier in respect and gratitude.

    “Thanir thanks you for your gift to my daughter, Noriel. I look forward to serving you, Basileus Dio,” Thanir said.

    “No thanks needed, Lord Draeya. You are helping me more,” Dio said, placing a gentle hand on the older man’s shoulder. “Now, I will walk you out and you can introduce me to Lord General Draeya. I would love to meet this adopted brother of mine. The generals I have met so far are very stern. Is your son just as fierce? What does he like to eat? Do you think he will mind exploring the city with me? I have never had a brother before.”

    Thanir chuckled as they headed out of the little hall.

    “I will let him answer all your questions, Basileus.”

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  • Blades of Ashes Ch 1-2

    Arc 1: The Case of the Forged Silver Coins

    Chapter 1-2

    The capital gained a different mood as night descended. Wives with families rushed home to tend to their households. Husbands who cared hurried along with them. The bachelors and revelers made their way to the many restaurants in the city or to livelier establishments hoping to socialize and find good company.

    In the garrisons, officers changed shifts, wrote reports, and upheld peace and civility in the capital city of Genad.

    Standing on the balcony outside the Inspector General’s office at the Counterfeit Inspectors Unit, Raithion Maenaer watched an attendant in the inn across light lamps to ward off the night.

    The inn was one of the cleanest establishments in the capital. He knew the inn’s dining hall was packed with people having a meal. Others migrating to the second floor of the inn to watch the dancers, and listen to musicians play.

    Raithion knew because he had rented a room at the back of the inn for the time being. Anyone who discovered this would think it strange as he had a perfectly good home on the opposite side of the capital.

    However, he did not intend to draw attention to his presence in the counterfeit inspector’s unit because his work was confidential.

    “General.”

    Raithion turned to his left to find a tall thin man standing a few feet away.

    The man wore silver green armor, his helmet held in his left hand. The silver-green armor was the uniform used by the exchange bureau officers. It was hard to reconcile it with his most trusted friend.

    “Haedor, you look like when we were still green in the training fields at the Naga garrisons,” Raithion said, grinning at his friend’s immediate scowl.

    “Don’t remind me,” Haedor said, adjusting the collar of his green armor. “This thing is too itchy. I’ll be happy when we leave here. We brought back the last of the counterfeit silvers from the exchange hall an hour ago. The two inspectors who went with me are in the main hall busy writing reports on the day’s collection. The master assayer has been working on the counterfeit silvers. He has news.”

    “How much did you collect today?” Raithion asked, a frown creasing his forehead at the losses the people were experiencing.

    “We are at a hundred thousand silvers this evening,” Haedor said, his tone heavy with anxiety. “There will be riots if the forced confiscation continues.”

    “That is what the person behind this plot is hoping for,” Raithion said, abandoning his view of the city on the balcony, he entered the office. “The faster we can solve the source of these forged coins the better for the people.”

    “Your father is waiting for a report on the composition of the forged silver coins,” Haedor said. “We find the source of the materials used, and we will have the culprit.”

    “True,” Raithion said. He retrieved his sword from the top of the large desk and led the way out of the inspector general’s office. “Still, this case feels more complex than simply finding the source of the forgery.”

    “Could you be over-reading their intentions?” Haedor asked as he closed and locked the door, leaving it as they found it.

    Raithion wished he were, but his gut feeling told him there was more to uncover.

    “We have no evidence to show there is more than a simple intention to ruin the economy,” Haedor said.

    They walked along the wide corridor to a staircase that would lead them down to a main hall. The main hall was a simple room with three desks manned by three inspectors. Each desk was laden with reports of the unit’s findings on the counterfeiting case.

    The true Inspector-General would then send the reports to the military general in charge of investigations in the palace’s military offices. This general would then present them to the Basileus at the imperial court.

    Raithion acknowledged the two inspectors who were hard at work with a single nod. He walked tall and with purpose. None of them doubted his position as the Inspector-General. He crossed the main hall to a corridor in the back. Haedor following him close.

    This corridor led to the most important room in the unit: the assaying room.

    Haedor knocked on the door, and when he got a grunt in response, he slid the door open allowing Raithion to pass him first.

    Raithion entered the laboratory-like space with apprehension.

    The imperial assayer had a bad temper. Most of the inspectors in the main hall had long decided the assayer’s exposure to the various metals and chemicals in this room was the cause of his bad temper.

    Raithion thought otherwise.

    He figured the wizened imperial assayer simply did not like people and preferred hunks of metal.

    “Inspector-General has arrived right on time. I, Sinsa, have found the source of the metal you have been looking for.”

    “I had no doubt,” Raithion said, smiling at the old man standing behind a massive worktable.

    Sinsa was over seven decades old, though he looked younger. He was dressed in a black leather apron that protected his comfortable cream linen clothes. A black metal mask rested on top of his head. He usually slid it down to cover his face when he was working. The metal mask had slits where the eyes were located. The slits were covered with light gauze used to protect the eyes. It took some getting used to when Sinsa wore it and looked at him.

    Raithion was glad it was pulled up for the moment.

    Sinsa’s gnarled and callused index finger pointed to a balance scale on the worktable.

    Raithion smiled and moved closer.

    “The forger is very skilled,” Sinsa said, his voice tinged with admiration. “He used iron to form the core of the counterfeit silver coins. Then, he adds bits of low-quality silver probably melted from a pure silver coin to fool the eye. He then plates the iron with a coating of more low-quality silver. In time, this silver coating will fade. At that time, it will be clear that there is iron underneath, but I doubt he’s worried about that. It is fine artisanship.”

    “He is more concerned for the outcome of this plot,” Raithion said, studying the liquid metals on the balancing scale’s holders. They looked like liquid metallic blobs resting in fine small measuring trays. He knew nothing of their properties, so he could only trust Sinsa’s explanation.

    “What am I looking at, Master Sinsa?”

    “Once I discovered how the counterfeit was made,” Sinsa continued, “I decided to identify the source of the iron ore they have used. The forger is quite clever. He chose to use ore with a high concentration of iron.  There are traces of titanium. The core of it is unique. So much so, that I can tell that it is only found in places where liquid fire erupts from the earth.”

    “What does this ore look like in its original form?” Raithion asked, glancing at Sinsa, a streak of excitement at this low-key breakthrough racing down his back.

    Sinsa reached for a small wooden box on the worktable and handed it to Raithion.

    “The only source ore with this level of iron and titanium is called burnt ore,” Sinsa said.

    Sinsa took a step back from the worktable and sat on a high stool studying Raithion.

    “If I give you the name of the people who mine this burnt ore, what happens to them?”

    Raithion opened the small wooden box and studied the burnt ore sample. He picked it out and held it to the lamp light. It looked rough and dull to his eye, harmless.

    Yet, the forger who turned this into counterfeit silver had done irreparable damage to people’s lives.

    “Master Sinsa, the imperial mint is very strict with counterfeiting,” Raithion said. “No one can tolerate damage to the mint. Counterfeit silver coins are ruining people’s lives as we speak. Our empire would fall if we let it continue.”

    “What if the miners are not responsible for the counterfeiting?” Sinsa asked.

    “I am clearly holding a sample from their product. We will have to determine their level of involvement,” Raithion said, returning the small stone of black ore to the box. He closed the lid and handed the sample to Haedor.

    “Master Sinsa, the empire is not without laws. If the miners are innocent, naturally they will come out of this unscathed.”

    Sinsa scoffed and reached up to remove his metal mask. His silver hair was tied in a neat bun at the top of his head. His gnarled hands untied the strings of the helmet before he looked at Raithion.

    “The last miners involved in such a case ended up dead,” Sinsa said. “The Inspector-General responsible was not conscientious. He added them to the list of the guilty and an entire clan disappeared. Are you going to do the same, Inspector-General Maenaer?”

    Raithion paused at the way Sinsa emphasized the title.

    The assayer was not blind after all.

    “I want to promise you that I will be responsible,” Raithion said, meeting Sinsa’s probing gaze. “However, you must understand that we all answer to someone higher in the chain. Such a decision does not lie with me. The matter of counterfeited silver coins must end. I’m already holding a sample of their ore. You cannot protect them, Master Sinsa. I can only promise to try to minimize the damage and get this mining clan a fair trial.”

    Sinsa placed the mask on the stool next to him and studied Raithion for a moment.

    “Strange but your face makes me want to believe you will try to do as you promise,” Sinsa said. “You are right. There is no turning back now. I have no choice but to trust you. The clan’s name is Sura. They mine this burnt ore from a mountain in their hometown, though I cannot tell you where. They are the only ones I have ever seen with it.”

    Raithion frowned.

    “You’re saying this ore can only be found with the Sura Clan.”

    Sinsa nodded.

    “Yes. There is no doubt. However, you cannot blame everyone in the clan for the counterfeiting. There is probably someone in the clan who is diverting the burnt ore during transit.”

    “Probably,” Raithion nodded in agreement. “Thank you, Master Sinsa. I’ll make use of this information. Do not share it with anyone else.”

    “Not even the team of inspectors out there?” Sinsa asked, giving Raithion a critical glance.

    “Especially them,” Raithion said, the glint in his eye when he met Sinsa’s gaze had the older man sucking in air.

    “You’re more than you seem,” Sinsa accused.

    “If you say so,” Raithion said, and then turned away from Sinsa, ready to leave.

    “Wait,” Sinsa said. “Who are you? I truly doubt you’re the new Inspector-General taking over this unit.”

    “I am who I need to be for the moment. Today, I need to be the new Inspector-General,” Raithion said. “So, I am.”

    Sinsa kept quiet for a moment and then sighed in resignation.

    “Whoever you are, please do your best to protect the Sura Clan,” Sinsa said. “They are good people.”

    “We’ll have to see,” Raithion said, giving Sinsa one last nod.

    Raithion left the assaying room followed by Haedor. He did not stop until they were outside the building. Raithion took in a deep breath glad that he would not have to be here any longer. He had needed a sample of the original ore used to continue his quiet investigation. Now that he had it, it was time to return to his place.

    One of the attendants at the stables brought their horses around.

    “Where to?” Haedor asked when they mounted their horses and headed to the compound’s exit.

    “We go to see my father,” Raithion said, as he mounted his horse. “We need to report the source of the burnt ore and get permission to start an investigation into the Sura Clan. Send someone to clear out my things at the inn across the unit.”

    “I will,” Haedor said.

    Raithion gave the inspector’s office one last glance, his thoughts lingered on Sinsa’s request. The Sura Clan was indeed in trouble if they had chosen to counterfeit silver coins. He was not sure what he could do for them.

    Raithion urged his horse forward in the direction of the private manors on the outskirts of the city with a soft sigh.

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  • A Thousand Years of Hope Ch 12-1

    Tani frowned and Dante smiled, brushing a second kiss on Tani’s right cheek. Tani was cute when he was upset and unsure of himself. Dante decided to take advantage of the indecision. He led Tani to the front door of Artri House, and gave an approving nod when the house opened the door without his prompting.

    The manor felt empty.

    His grandmaster was out, and his mom was somewhere in the vineyard handling daily chores with the vineyard manager. His father had yet to arrive it seemed.

    The old grandfather clock in the main hall said it was fifteen minutes after four. Holding Tani’s hand tight, Dante led him up the staircase heading to the third floor where his suite of rooms was located. Dante opened the door to his rooms and turned to meet Tani’s gaze, knowing they were crossing an invisible line, one he wanted gone but needed Tani’s consent.

    Tani hesitated for a short moment, then he gave the subtlest of nods and Dante led him into his room. He closed the door, and they both stood at the entrance for a moment, Dante still holding Tani’s right hand. He used his left hand to sink his fingers into Tani’s wet hair.

    “You need a hot shower,” Dante said, then turned to lead the way into the bathroom on his right.

    Dante opened the sizeable shower stall and turned on the water, using his own temperature preferences. He stepped back out and turned to Tani who stood behind him seErming in deep thought.

    “Wanna talk about it?” Dante asked, letting go of Tani’s right hand. He stepped in closer and rubbed his hands up and down Tani’s arms, drawing his attention. He frowned when he noted the red mark on Tani’s right cheek. “You were smiling when I left you. Who ruined your mood?”

    “I don’t want to talk about it,” Tani said, shaking his head, and then looked at his wet shirt, and started unbuttoning it.

    “Okay, don’t talk about it,” Dante said. “I’ll make dinner for us, and we can spend the evening together. We can get to know more about each other.”

    Tani pulled off his wet shirt without unbuttoning it all the way and dropped it on the sink counter.

    “Sounds delicious,” Tani said with a small nod. He reached for the button on his trousers, and paused when Dante held his hands in place.

    “Thank you for coming,” Dante said, and smiled when Tani looked at him, amber eyes filled with surprise. “I’m really happy you came when I called, Tani.”

    Tani made a face at him, and Dante bit back a chuckle.

    “Take a shower,” Dante said, taking in Tani’s body naked as he removed his pants. “Have I told you how exciting it is to have you stripping in my bathroom? I don’t think I’ll forget this one for years. It is fantastic sexy.”

    Tani chuckled and picked up his trousers and boxer briefs. He shook them out and placed them on the sink counter. He blew a kiss at Dante before he entered the shower stall and closed the opaque glass door.

    Dante sighed wishing they were at a stage where he could follow Tani into the shower. It was a tragedy not being able to yet. He took Tani’s wet clothes and dropped them into the hamper. This was the second set of clothes he was going to have in his closet for Tani. The first set was from the day Tani healed their soil. Dante let out a happy hum and hurried to his closet. He found a t-shirt and comfortable grey slacks.

    Dante spelled them to fit Tani’s size and placed them on the sink counter. He found a towel and a new toothbrush. When he was sure Tani had everything he needed, he listened to Tani shower for a few minutes, then called out.

    “I’m going downstairs to the kitchen. Find me when you’re done.”

    “Okay.”

    Dante grinned and left his suite, heading downstairs. In the kitchen, he washed his hands and headed to the fridge. He took stock of the ingredients in the fridge and was happy to see his mother had the makings of chicken rice pilaf and a veggie salad.

    Dante pulled out shredded chicken in a sealed bowl, and another bowl with chicken broth. He carried them to the kitchen range counter and went in search of long-grain rice and orzo in the pantry. He measured enough of both to include his parents and the grand-master.

    Although, he and Tani would have a private dinner. No one was taking his time with Tani tonight.

    Besides, Tani did not look in the mood to socialize. His parents would have to wait until tomorrow for Tani.

    Dante wore an apron, washing his hands again, and got to work.

    Tani came downstairs when Dante was busy adding the required chicken broth to the sautéed rice and orzo. He looked calmer, and laid back in the borrowed t-shirt and sweatpants. His hair was dry and messy, as though he had finger combed it. A lock of it fell over his right eye, and all Dante wanted to do was reach out and pushed it back so he could see Tani’s eyes.

    Scents of cinnamon and all spice filled the kitchen.

    “It’s smells so good in here,” Tani said, walking on bare feet. He pulled out a chair at the island table, sat and watched Dante add a teaspoon of salt and then reach for the black pepper crusher. “You look at home in the kitchen.”

    “Mom made sure I knew how to cook,” Dante said, finishing with the black pepper. “She did not want to have a son who cannot take care of himself.”

    “Nora is admirable,” Tani said, with a small sigh. He rested his elbows on the kitchen table and watched Dante cover the pot, and lower the heat. “Do you have cousins?”

    “I do,” Dante nodded. “My mother has siblings. Two sisters who have made their lives in Istanbul. Between the two aunts, I have five cousins who now have made families and are living in Greece, and Spain.”

    “Do you visit them?” Tani asked.

    “Yes, when they have occasions they call us. Mom makes it mandatory to attend so I cannot ignore them. They all come here for family celebrations too. Artri House comes alive those times. Those days we have almost a hundred people in these halls. My mom loves it.”

    “Do you love it?” Tani asked.

    “Sometimes,” Dante said, with a shrug.

    Dante got a baking pan from a shelf under the kitchen range counter. He greased the pan with olive oil and spread out the pieces of shredded chicken on the pan. He turned on the oven and got to work sprinkling the shredded chicken with chopped cilantro, salt and garlic.

    “What do you mean sometimes?” Tani asked.

    Dante met his gaze and braced his hands on the counter.

    “I do try to avoid spending too much time in the festivities. It gets noisy and I find the level of affection I have for everyone is not at par with theirs,” Dante said, and then stared at the shredded chicken on the baking sheet. “Viola called me cold. She believes my emotions are locked away behind a cold wall. I agree with her. I was locked away.”

    “Was?” Tani asked.

    Dante glanced at Tani.

    Tani’s gaze set his heart dancing in a wild rhythm inside his chest. He had never felt this surge of excitement over a person before. Not even with Viola. He was happy just having Tani sit across him at the island kitchen table.

    “Dante?” Tani’s amber gaze filled with concern.

    Dante smiled and picked up the baking sheet. He opened the oven and slid the baking sheet in to warm up the shredded chicken for ten minutes. He set the timer and closed the door. Wiping his hands on the hand towel in his apron pocket, Dante returned to the stove to check on the rice.

    “Are you saying you’re free now?” Tani asked, not letting the topic fade away.

    “Perhaps,” Dante said, getting a clean spoon. He used it to scoop out a bit of rice to check doneness. “I might be thawing out because of you. I feel too much when I’m around you, Tani.”

    Dante walked around the island table to where Tani sat and held out the spoon of cooling rice.

    “Taste,” he said, and Tani studied him for a moment before he took in the spoon into his mouth, and ate the rice. “Is it good?”

    “Mm,” Tani nodded when he swallowed.

    Dante leaned on the chair next to Tani, holding the empty spoon.

    “You should have been a chef.”

    “No,” Dante shook his head. “I’d be a terrible task master. I would chase away all the staff with a bad temper.”

    Tani grinned and rested his chin on his right hand.

    “What were you like as a boy?”

    “Full of myself and out of control,” Dante said. “I had to learn how to control the fire inside me. There were very many near misses. Mom had her hands full. One summer, I burned the grapevines closest to the manor when I tried to roast potatoes in the firewood pit in the back garden. Nora gained a few gray hairs that day.”

    “Were the vines saved?”

    “No,” Dante shook his head. “We only managed to stop the fire from spreading to the rest of the vineyard. We had to uproot the damaged vines, restore the soil, and plant a new batch. Mom and Dad punished me to work with the crew for a month. I helped with the digging, no spells allowed to make it easier.”

    “It must have been an adventure.” Tani chuckled

    “I did not think so at the time,” Dante said, shaking his head. “It was the first time I understood how tiring tilling the land can be.”

    He moved away from Tani and returned to remove the rice from the stove.

    “What can I help with?” Tani asked, as Dante picked up the pot and placed it on a wooden board on the island table.

    “I just need to put the chicken rice pilaf together. Then we can toss a veggie salad together. Give me a minute, I’ll bring the salad ingredients to you,” Dante said, checking the oven timer. He had five minutes on the chicken.

    Dante hurried to the sink. He had rinsed the iceberg lettuce and cut the leaves into bite-sized pieces. He added in a mix of herbs he had chopped into fine pieces: sorrel, parsley, dill, and fresh mint, and mixed them in with the lettuce.

    Dante took the colander to where Tani sat, together with a clean glass salad dish.

    Dante then went to the fridge and brought out lemon juice squeezed by his mother into a small jug and a slice of white cheese. Closing the fridge, he got the salt container and the olive oil. He carried everything to Tani.

    “What’s missing?” Dante asked, leaning on the table smiling at Tani.

    “Something to mix everything,” Tani said.

    “Okay, coming right up.”

    Dante found a tablespoon, and the wooden spoon they used to mix salads. He brought them back to Tani and stole a kiss on Tani’s cheek. Tani smiled, and it felt like a little win.

    Tani took a small clean bowl from a pile on the island table and got to work. He poured about three tablespoons of olive oil into the bowl, adding a pinch of salt and half the juice in the jug. He used the tablespoon to mix the liquids together.

    Dante returned to the other side of the table.

    “Did you get to eat your roasted potatoes?” Tani asked, as he put the lettuce mix into the glass dish.

    “I did,” Dante said. “I had gotten them from the vineyard manager’s patch. They were very big, and looked delicious. So, I ate them in the evening when my mother thought I was repenting my sins in my room.”

    “You didn’t even share with her after burning the vines. Sneaky child,” Tani said.

    “I was determined to keep my roasted potatoes to myself,” Dante said. “If I offered them, then I would have to explain how I got them in the first place. I didn’t want my potato supply cut off.”

    Tani laughed then, and Dante paused in the act of chopping up parsley and dill to stare at him.

    “What now?” Tani asked, when he noticed Dante staring.

    He was pouring the mix of olive oil into the lettuce in the dish. He used the wooden spoon to toss the salad and make sure every bit of the lettuce was covered with olive oil.

    “I should find more funny stories to tell you,” Dante said. “I love your laugh.”

    Tani took a piece of lettuce and popped it into his mouth. He nodded in satisfaction and reached for the slice of white cheese.

    “Your childhood sounds so interesting,” Tani said. “I wish I could have seen it.”

    Dante started to ask if Tani had tried to see him when he was younger, then stopped himself. He did not want to see Tani sad tonight. Their past was already so difficult to deal with, better to keep things light, cheerful.

    “Did you have a girl or boy you liked during your teenage years?” Tani asked, as though reading his thoughts.

    “There was one,” Dante said, finishing with the parsley and dill. He got four stalks of scallions and chopped up the green parts only. He left them all on the chopping board and went to check on the warming shredded chicken. Opening the oven, he pulled out the baking sheet without an oven mitt, relying on his fire magik to shield his fingers. In any case, heat had never burned him.

    Placing the baking sheet on the cooker, he turned off the oven and the timer.

    “Who was he?” Tani asked.

    Dante stole a glance at him and found Tani concentrating on breaking pieces of white cheese and tossing them into the salad bowl. He bit back a smile, remembering his torrid infatuation with Ermin, a boy whose family lived by the docks. Ermin’s family ran a tourism business, taking tourists on boats to see the surrounding islands. Ermin was handsome, and loved the waters too much.

    Dante always found him on a boat dressed in swimming shorts and nothing else. He could not be blamed for wanting to find out what a kiss between them tasted like, or all the exploration they did with each other on the beach of a small tiny deserted island where Ermin liked to fish.

    Dante grinned at the memory of Ermin now.

    “He must have been something if he still has you smiling,” Tani said, pushing the salad bowl to the middle of the table.

    “He was,” Dante said. “Ermin was a summer fling I thought I would never get over. We were experimental with each other. He taught me how to kiss, and how to make my partner feel good. We had a lot of oral sex. I was young, excited to be getting off whenever I felt like it. Ermin denied me nothing. We celebrated each other until my mother caught us in the fertilizer storage room.”

    “What did Nora do?”

    “Of course she was shocked,” Dante said, opening the pan with the rice.

    Dante added the shredded chicken on top, and placed the chopped herbs on top of the chicken. He took the chopping board to the sink, thinking about his mother’s wide gaze when she opened the store and saw him coming as he clung to a shelf as Ermin sucked him off. He could not have stopped himself if he wanted.

    She truly chose the wrong moment to check on their fertilizer stock.

    “Were you scared?” Tani asked, studying him now.

    “No,” Dante said, placing the chopping board on the drainage rack. “I didn’t really care about it, but Ermin did. He was mortified. I guess I was scared of losing access to him. Nora left us alone and we cleaned up in the shower behind the store. We found her waiting for us at the back of the manor. She gave us both a glass of lemon tea and made us sit with her. She asked Ermin if he was serious about me, and he got scared and ran off.”

    Dante wiped his hands on his cloth and leaned on the sink counter. He met Tani’s gaze and shrugged.

    “Mom did not mind that I liked having sex with boys,” Dante said. “She just cared that the boy I was with was serious about me. He wasn’t. Ermin was terrified Nora would tell others about us. When the summer season ended, he moved to Istanbul.”

    “His loss,” Tani said.

    “Nora’s exact words to the whole incident,” Dante said with a small smile. “After that, Nora made my Dad have the sex talk with me.”

    Tani grinned.

    “Did he? What was it like?”

    “Christophe is not like my mother, or like the Grandmaster with many words,” Dante said. “He’s laid back with me. He took me out to the beach beyond the olive grove. He brought a pack of beer and a cooler filled with fish. We camped out, roasting fish, and he gave me my first beer. I told him I liked both boys and girls. I thought he would lecture me, but he gave me two rules. One, to learn how to commit when a relationship is serious, and two, to learn how to take responsibility if my partner gets kids.”

    Dante thought about his stint with Viola and his father’s eternal disappointment that his grandchildren were not Ekho-blessed.

    “I failed with the first rule, but I have learned how to take responsibility of the consequences to the best of my ability,” Dante said.

    “You’re a lucky man, Dante. Your parents are present for you, each in their own way. You should be proud of it.”

    Dante nodded, and wondered why he read a wistful note in Tani’s voice.

    “I am,” Dante said, pushing off the counter. He went to get two plates from the cupboard and two wine glasses. “Come serve food, Tani. We’ll leave the rest warming for Mom, and Grandmaster Landi. Dad might also be around, but I want to be selfish tonight and hide away with you.”

    Tani got up, bringing the salad bowl with him. They spent the next few minutes serving up plates. Dante cleaned up the remaining dishes and left the pot of chicken rice pilaf on the cooker. They sealed the salad bowl with cling film and left it in the fridge.

    Dante got a new bottle of a medium-bodied rosé from the wine cellar next to the pantry. He handed it to Tani, along with the pair of glasses.

    “I’ll carry the food,” Dante said, taking their plates and spoons now on a tray.

    “Where to?” Tani asked.

    “My rooms, no one will disturb us,” Dante said, leading the way out of the kitchen.

    Tani followed without question.

    “Artri House watches the happenings within its walls,” Tani said, as they went up the stairs. “Does it bother you?”

    “No,” Dante said. “I wouldn’t call it watching because that sounds creepy. I think of it as logging, like remembrance. The manor will let us know when something is amiss, or someone is in danger, or when an intruder comes in.”

    “That’s useful,” Tani said, as Dante’s door opened when he got close. “Very useful when you’re carrying stuff.”

    “Yes,” Dante said, taking their plates to a low table in the middle of the living area in his suite.

    His suite was his sanctuary. It was built with three major rooms. Two rooms on each side of the living area. Floor to ceiling windows filled the living area with natural light and a great view of the vineyard. Dante had decorated the space with an eclectic antique style. He collected pieces during his travels and brought them back to add to the comfort. His most exciting piece of furniture was the comfortable couch with large deep burgundy cushions facing the windows. It was the perfect spot to watch the vineyard, the olive grove beyond, and the seas in the horizon

    Dante could already imagine an evening spent sitting with Tani on the comfortable cushions watching the sunset.

    “My bedroom is to the right,” Dante said, pointing to the open door into his sleeping space. “The closed door on the left is a library/office/study/research room. I clutter it with a lot of paperwork on good days.”

    “What happens on bad days?” Tani asked, taking in the living area with an air of curiosity.

    “I fill this place with chests packed with artifacts and old papers. They spill over into this room, and my bedroom,” Dante said. “Mom calls them my obsession moments.”

    Tani placed the bottle of wine on the low table, and the wine glasses next to it. He reached for a cushion from one of the regular couches by the wall and dropped it on the floor near the table. He sat down and smiled up at Dante.

    “I can’t wait to discover those days for myself,” Tani said. “Let’s eat, Dante. I’m suddenly starving.”

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