A Warrior's Path (The Castes and the OutCastes)

by Ashura, Davis

  He laughed harshly “You should be thankful you have never had to suffer one of Her visitations. She is like a razor scraping at your mind.”

  “And yet, She is the ultimate power in this world.” A fleeting look of hunger flitted across Varesea’s face.

  The SuDin wasn’t surprised by Varesea’s look of desire. From what he had seen, everyone who joined the Sil Lor Kum yearned for power of some sort. It was rather pathetic. They risked their lives and their good names, even the lives of their own families for something so ephemeral. Too many of the Sil Lor Kum were ravenous pigs, vainly seeking to satiate their gluttonous hunger.

  Varesea was like all the others – but in one critical way, she was unlike them. She too lusted for power, but her reason was different. She didn’t crave control; she desired safety. It made all the difference in the world as far as the SuDin was concerned. Rather than inspiring contempt, her situation – and he knew her lot in life all too well – aroused his compassion. Because if Varesea had been entirely as the others, he wouldn’t have been able to countenance even a moment in her bed, much less the ten years they’d shared as lovers.

  “So most believe,” the SuDin replied to her statement.

  “So most believe. But not you.”

  “Not me.”

  “Why is that?” Varesea mused.

  “We have battled Her for two millennia, and…” the SuDin paused, not sure he was ready to trust her with such a momentous truth.

  “And what?” she asked. “We have lost every time She has come against us.” A moment later, her eyes widened in alarm. “You can’t possibly think to defeat Her. It’s an unattainable dream.”

  “And yet, the dream you dismiss is the very reason I joined the Sil Lor Kum,” the SuDin said solemnly. “My only desire has and always will be to protect Ashoka.”

  “My SuDin you cannot defy Her. She crushes all who do. Remember: all the cities She has visited in times past. They are nothing but powder now. You’ll destroy yourself if you defy Her will.”

  The SuDin smiled at Varesea’s concern. It was touching. “I’m not ready to challenge Her yet, but with the Knife, I may have an opportunity to learn Her weakness as no one ever has.”

  “And have you learned anything thus far?”

  The SuDin smiled. “I have, and I believe it is quite valuable.” He smiled wider, a lupine grin. “Our Queen is utterly insane, just as the prior SuDins claimed. As they also said, She is easily deceived. In fact, She is quite stupid.”

  Varesea considered his words in silence.

  “Why do you bother?” she finally asked. “Your name has become a byword for humiliation amongst your Caste. In your other life, I have heard how members of your own House openly mock you at times. You hold your position by the barest of threads. Are any of them worth what you’ve given up?”

  The SuDin’s jaw clenched. He disliked any reminder of his disgrace. In his other life, he treaded thin ice. As far as he was concerned, he had been all but abandoned by both his House and his Caste. Despite this, he would protect them. Though he lived in the shadows now, working with people who were worse than a Chimera; though his soul had become incurably soiled; though all those proud Kummas of his Caste would gladly stake him out on the Isle of the Crows were he ever found out, he had no regrets. His fallen state was of his own choosing, and all he had done had been for Ashoka’s sake. He knew no other way to protect his city. But in the end his legacy would be cleansed; his sacrifices made manifest; and his name as revered and hallowed as that of mighty Hume. It had to be. He had given too much and lost even more for it to be otherwise.

  “I will be the one – and in time, all will learn of it – who convinces Her to bypass our city.”

  “You think it’s possible?”

  The SuDin shrugged. “I don’t know, but I have to try. I know others spit upon my name, but I have always been a loyal son of Ashoka.”

  Varesea smirked. “You murdered two people and stole their Jivatma, and for the past decade, you’ve enthusiastically shared my bed. Most would name you evil for the first and a ghrina for the last.”

  He grimaced and looked away. “The dead…I didn’t enjoy killing them, but it was necessary.” He turned back, and his gaze bored into Varesea’s. “I’ll murder a thousand more just like them, or even ten thousand, if it sees Ashoka safe.”

  “An unsettling philosophy,” Varesea said, sounding not the least bit troubled. “Kill whoever is needed to achieve your ambition.”

  The SuDin smiled and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “I would never harm you,” he said, pulling her close for a lingering kiss.

  Varesea pushed away. “Pardon me if I have my doubts.”

  The SuDin laughed. “You need never fear me.”

  “And what of us and our time shared?”

  “Perhaps I am every bit as depraved as my enemies claim,” he said. “Or maybe I’ve simply decided society’s restrictions are of only passing importance. I will save Ashoka, but in doing so, I will not deny myself life’s pleasures.”

  Chapter 15 – A Purchase of Sanity

  An ancient SarpanKum once questioned Mother’s orders, going so far as to label them nonsensical. No one now knows who he was. His life was ended on the spot, and his name expunged from history. The lesson did not escape the notice of his lieutenants.

  -From the journal of SarpanKum Li-Dirge, AF 2060

  “Why did you murder us, daughter?” Mother asked. Her voice was like sandpaper across Suwraith’s frayed thoughts. “Did we not love you enough?”

  Mother was long dead, but She refused to remain silent, always demanding answers to a question, which on most occasions, Lienna refused to acknowledge.

  Sometimes, however, it helped to respond.

  “I did what was needed. Your deaths were required for the greater good.”

  “The greater good? Is that why I was slain as well?” Her Father asked.

  “Yes,” Lienna answered. “And I regret it not.” It was a simple truth, and one She shunned facing, but tonight, for some reason, Her ancient dread of Her parents was quiescent.

  “Be cautious of the Baels,” Father warned, moving on to His favorite topic.

  Lienna smirked. Father was a fool, always counseling Her to be fearful of everything. What did She have to fear from anyone? She was the Queen of all creation, the most powerful being Arisa had ever known.

  “They are devoted to Me. They serve at My command,” Lienna snapped.

  “We once believed you served Us,” Mother reminded Her. “That you loved Us.”

  Lightning flashed, an echo of Lienna’s annoyance. “The Baels are as I wish them to be: they love Me as I never loved you.”

  Good. Such an ugly remark usually quieted Mother.

  “And do you love Me?” a softly sinister voice whispered.

  Lienna worked to quell Her sudden fear. It was Mistress.

  “Of course,” Lienna replied. “I am to you as the Baels are to Me.”

  Mistress chuckled, an ugly, mocking sound. “Then you would betray Me at every turn,” She said.

  “I would never…”

  “Be silent, stupid girl,” Mistress cut Her off, never having to raise Her voice. “Look to Me, upon the bosom of My fertile land where Your Fan Lor Kum propagate like lice. See how Your precious Baels conspire with Our enemies.”

  Lienna did as commanded, looking to the ground where She had last spoken with Her SarpanKum. She focused on the shallow vale wherein She had commanded the Baels earlier in the evening.

  Lightning crackled, and She hissed a stormcloud of outrage.

  Humans, and some not even properly Casted. The Human infestation sank ever lower into further abomination. There the parasites stood; proudly and fearlessly beside Her Baels. Why didn’t Her warriors attack?

  “Because they seek to betray You,” Father replied.

  “A fitting punishment,” Mother said. “You reap what you sow, Daughter.”

  “What now, girl?” Mi
stress Arisa asked in a derisive tone. “Will you wreak Your vengeance upon Your children?”

  “Yes,” Lienna hissed. “They were always meant for death anyway.”

  “Murder will not avail you Your problems,” Mother said.

  “And the Baels deserve life,” Father added.

  “You say this now…after what they have done? You’ve always warned Me against them,” Lienna cried.

  “The Baels will betray You, and it is just if they do so,” Father said, his voice buzzing loud and angry, a stinging of wasps in Her mind. “They betray You because You deserve no loyalty. They betray You because of what you have done with Your life, and the lives of countless others. They betray You because You are a wicked curse I wish we had never birthed!”

  “NO!” Lienna cried. “I am your Daughter. You must love Me. All must love Me.”

  “I am dead, Daughter,” Mother answered. “And whose hands are stained with My blood?”

  Mistress Arisa laughed. “You are weak and worthless. I give You the power to level mountains and You reply with mewling cowardice. You are a feckless fool. I should have ended Your misery ages ago.”

  Lienna trembled fearfully. “I can do what is needed,” She begged. “Please.”

  For the longest time, there was no answer. “You have never been able to do what was needed,” Mistress Arisa replied. Her voice sounded as if it came from a far distance. “In Your birth was born the flaw of Your unmaking. The Humans of no Caste demonstrate Your failure.”

  Lienna cried out in anger and sorrow. She had done everything – everything – the Mistress had demanded of Her. She had murdered Her parents, overthrown Humanity, and spent the past two thousand years hunting the vermin to extinction with no company but the clouds and the Chimeras and unknowing trees swaying in the winds of Her passage. And for what? This perpetual criticism where anything She did was met with abrasive ridicule.

  Enough!

  She howled a hurricane of sound as She poured all Her anger out into the sky and down to the ground, even into the Chimeras far below. Unknowingly, She filled them with Her unending madness. On and on it went. Distantly, She heard the screams rising from the camps of the Fan Lor Kum, but She was otherwise occupied.

  Her mind was quiet. There were no other voices.

  What was this?

  “Mother? Father?” She queried, hesitantly. Where was Mistress Arisa?

  For the first time in eons, Lienna was alone in Her mind, and Her mind was clear. She knew reality. Her parents were dead, and Mistress Arisa was simply a figment of Her madness. For the first time in centuries, Lienna remembered all events as they had actually happened. She remembered the murder of Her Parents, Her ascension, the Night of Sorrows, and all the cities She had sacked on that terrible evening of blood and death. She remembered Her madness, a timeless torment obscuring the truth. She had been blind. Cities long dead, She had thought still alive, and others still thriving She had thought desecrated long ago.

  So much of it had been wrong.

  And all the while the Baels had deceived Her, telling Her what She wished to hear, or even conspiring against Her wishes with their soft lies.

  Lienna screamed at their betrayal, pouring even more of Her anger into the Chimeras. This time She noticed their rising howl of desperation as Her madness took them.

  Yes. Let Her Chimeras serve as the vessels for Her insanity. Lienna did not care if they could think rationally. She only required their obedience. She smiled as further sanity returned to Her. Now, She could think and plan, and lo’ would Her Baels suffer…

  Her smile slipped. She saw with sudden alarm how the Chimeras were attacking one another in their crazed fury. Her madness was driving them to mindless violence. And She could feel how with every death, a very small portion of Her own sanity faded.

  No!

  The Chimeras couldn’t be allowed to kill one another. If they all died, so too would Her newfound lucidity.

  She hesitated, unsure what to do, but with each death, She felt the insanity overwhelming Her.

  Lienna screamed in frustration.

  She took the madness from the Chimeras, just enough so they no longer sought to slay one another. They still raged and snarled, but at least they were no longer leaping for one another’s throats.

  Her own clarity of thought faded, however. She could feel it slipping away like a wriggling eel through Her hands when She’d been corporal. The derangement Lienna had assumed back within Herself was an infection. It left Her confused and frightened.

  The voices would come back. She knew it.

  She would have to fight hard to remember they weren’t real.

  She sobbed, unsure if She would be able to do so.

  Once more, Her memories became jumbled, further clouding Her judgment, leaving Her uncertain as to what was real and what was false.

  But one thing Lienna remembered.

  The Baels would die for their betrayal.

  And after them, the Humans in their accursed cities, especially those of the no Caste. From where did they hie? The Oases? Or perhaps some hidden citadel, separate from the bulk of their vermin brethren?

  It didn’t matter. Not right now.

  She would find the truth of their making and eradicate the lot of them from the blessed skin of Mistress Arisa.

  She roared groundward, unstoppable as a tsunami.

  Chapter 16 – Protective Enemies

  A man aware of his own ignorance certainly has claim to a kind of wisdom. Sadder by far is the fool who believes he knows the truth when all he knows is a lie.

  -Sooths and Small Sayings by Tramed Billow, AF 1387

  Li-Dirge glanced at his crèche brother.

  Reg smiled back at him. He understood. The Humans hadn’t attacked. They had listened, and their leader, the Kumma from Ashoka, had, however reluctantly, even been willing to believe.

  It was the beginning of the dream prayed and hoped for by twenty-five generations of Baels, ever since Hume had taught them of honor and decency as well as mercy and love. With luck, perhaps both Humans and Baels could build on tonight’s events and find a way to achieve a greater peace with one another.

  Of course, there was the question of these Humans who called themselves OutCastes. They were a mystery. Who were they, and where did they come from? Their existence had been a surprise not only to the Baels, but also to the Ashokans, who quite obviously despised their half-breed brothers.

  Dirge didn’t know what to make of such animosity. Why hate those who were simply different through an accident of birth? It made no sense. Hume had explained all he could about the Castes, and how interbreeding amongst them was never allowed. Those who violated this stricture were immediately expelled from their city with the expectation of a quick death, but obviously, some had survived. While Dirge was well aware of the law, he didn’t understand the rationale for it. It seemed cruel and arbitrary.

  Li-Choke, a young Levner, handed the one called Lure Grey a flask of water and a strip of dried pangrill. The young Human had Healed most of the Ashokans and looked spent. Healing was apparently quite taxing.

  Lure sniffed the pangrill and took a tentative bite. He promptly spat it out. “Bleh! What in the unholy hells,” he spluttered, glaring at Li-Choke, who gazed back at him, surprise evident on his face.

  “It is pangrill,” Choke replied. “A delicacy amongst our kind.”

  “Well, it tastes like mint-flavored vomit.”

  Li-Reg chuckled. “And how is it you know the taste of mint-flavored vomit?”

  The one known as Rukh broke out in laughter, as did his fellow Ashokans, Keemo and Brand. Even the OutCastes, Jessira and Cedar, smiled. Only the acid-tongued and angry one, Farn, was immune to the humor.

  Lure glared at the others before eventually breaking into a sheepish grin.

  Dirge smiled. “Pangrill is made from the grasses growing north of Lake Nest – no finer grass exists on Arisa – and ground Chimera meat – the best is Phed – and dried in th
e sun for three days,” he explained. “Perhaps it is an acquired taste.”

  Lure Grey appeared discomfited. “You eat the other Chims?” he asked. At Dirge’s nod, he set the pangrill aside. “I don’t think I’ll be acquiring it.”

  Dirge shrugged. The stories spoke of Hume’s finicky feeding habits. Evidently, his behavior was one commonly seen amongst Humans. It was a perspective Dirge couldn’t understand. Once dead, meat was meat. Ur-Fels, Tigons, Braids, Pheds, even other Baels…Dirge had tasted them all. Once, he had even eaten Human flesh. It had been stringy and tough, but edible.

  Perhaps now would not be a good time to bring up such an observation.

  Reg chuckled. “The Tigons would…” he broke off and all the Baels shot to their feet, staring upward.

  Mother raged.

  She was furious, in a way Dirge had never before seen or heard. The sound of Her wrath was like bones ground to powder or flesh ripped to bloody strings. It was terrifying. The Humans were frantic, demanding answers for the Baels sudden agitation, but Dirge had no mind to answer. His attention was focused on Mother. He felt it when She poured out Her rage, down into the Fan Lor Kum camped some ten miles distant. A fearsome and incoherent howl roared across the Hunters Flats. It was the sound of pure, unreasoning hatred – a noise to raise the hackles on Dirge’s neck and cause fear to work its way down his spine. The Fan Lor Kum had gone insane. The feverish scream rose higher in pitch and volume before suddenly cutting off.

  But a new horror had arisen, and he gazed skyward in abject terror.

  Mother was awake, and She was aware.

  Oh, Devesh.

  The Baels. She knew they had betrayed and thwarted Her, time and again since Hammer’s fall.

  She thundered toward them, crying fiercely in outrage

  Li-Dirge turned toward the Ashokans, terror on his face. “Mother comes. She knows…”

  “Knows what?” Rukh asked.

  “Everything. She knows everything. Somehow, She has pierced the long millennia of Her madness and poured it out into the Fan Lor Kum. She knows we have betrayed Her. She comes now. She’ll kill us all.”