by Ivan Kal
Hanaru kept silent and didn’t answer. He hadn’t been asked a question, and he had no intention of trying to justify his actions.
“Do you know what your mistake was, little Weaver?” the Ancient asked.
“Yes, ancient one. I have underestimated my opponent. I miscalculated,” Hanaru answered.
The Ancient stayed silent for a few beats and then he walked closer, one of his arms grabbing Hanaru’s head and tilting it upwards. The Uvaramo had two sets of arms, and stood on two legs. They were only a little bit taller than the Gatray, but wider in the shoulders, and their heads were triangularly shaped with curved hornlike appendages at the top of the head. They had six eyes arranged in three rows of two, placed with the bottom pair being the closest together and the top pair the furthest from each other, making a V shape. Their skin was usually brownish, sometimes with a green tint.
The Ancient looked nothing like the other Uvaramo Hanaru had seen. He was taller, his arms and legs larger and with bigger muscles. One of his ‘horns’ was broken in half, and his eyes had a strange red color to them that Hanaru had never seen in a Uvaramo. He was intimidating, his very presence enough to make Hanaru weak.
“Yes, little Weaver. You underestimated your opponent. That is a good answer; had you given any other, you would’ve been dead at my feet now.” The Ancient’s voice rang clearly through Hanaru’s mind as he added, “To learn from one’s mistakes is to grow. And you have proven to me that you can learn, that you are not blinded by your failings.” The Ancient paused, apparently lost in thought. Hanaru felt a pressure move through his mind, looking through his memories, studying them closely. Hanaru didn’t even try to resist; he knew that it would have been hopeless.
Then Ancient’s voice returned to Hanaru’s mind. “Yes, you will do nicely, little Weaver. I have a mission of great importance for you, Hanaru, Weaver of the Erasi. Fail me, and it will mean your death. Succeed, and you will have a place by my side. Do you accept?” Ancient Garash asked.
Hanaru knew that there was really only one answer that he could give. “Yes, I accept, ancient one.”
*** END ***
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Rise of the Empire series
Olympus
Sanctuary
Out of the Ashes
Warpath
Inheritance
Onslaught
Table of Contents
Map
Timeline
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Epilogue