Heirs of Destiny Box Set

by Andy Peloquin

  “So you’ve got everything we need to take them down?” Evren asked with an answering grin.

  Killian’s lips pressed into a disapproving line. ““Not quite. But what I do have is enough to form the beginnings of a plan.” He tapped a finger against the scribbles inked onto the pages of his book of secrets. “Not only to find Blackfinger, but to dismantle his operation from the ground up.”

  Evren’s jaw dropped. When he recovered, he spat out, “If you’ve had this all along, why haven’t you done anything with it?”

  “Because the time wasn’t right,” Killian replied simply. “I knew the Ybrazhe had someone powerful backing them. High-ranked Dhukari for certain, possibly even someone on the Keeper’s Council. Given what I found out about Councilor Angrak, I was right. Angrak’s related to Blackfinger—half-brothers from the same father. Either the Council didn’t know, or they simply didn’t care.”

  The blacksmith’s face hardened. “But now that Angrak’s been removed from the Nizaa board, the Syndicate has lost one of their chief backers and protectors. They’re vulnerable, and now is the time to make our move!”

  “And what move is that, pray tell?” Evren folded his arms. This is going to be good.

  Killian opened his mouth to speak, but whatever words had formed on his lips died when the door burst open and a young boy, no older than five or six, raced into the smithy.

  “Come quick!” the boy shouted. “It’s Issel, Rubal, Voris, everyone hiding in the safe house on the Slave’s Tier!”

  Killian was on his feet in an instant. “What? What’s happened? Did the Syndicate get them?”

  “N-No.” The boy’s face was white as a sheet, his eyes round as the fancy dinner plates Evren had spent hours polishing in Suroth’s mansion. “It’s the Rot. It’s got them. All of them.” He raised trembling hands to show Killian. “All of us.”

  Evren sucked in a breath as he saw the blue scabbed, pus-oozing blisters that marred the boy’s skin—not just on his hands, but all the way up his bare arms and shoulders. Horror writhed within Evren as blue flooded the boy’s veins like blue fingers that crept up his face.

  The boy coughed once, spewing a fine mist of blood. “Help…Killian!”

  With those words, he collapsed. Crimson leaked from his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears as he twitched weakly twice, then fell forever still and silent.

  Chapter Forty-Seven

  Confusion whirled within Aisha as she tried to understand why the spark of the Secret Keeper’s life hadn’t yet dissipated. With Radiana, the passage into Pharadesi had been instantaneous. The moment she had fulfilled her purpose—protecting her daughter—her energy had dissolved, her soul gone to join the Kish’aa in eternity.

  Yet Aisha could still feel the Secret Keeper’s spirit within her. Weaker now, lacking the overwhelming emotions that had flooded her as she spoke to Uryan, but still there. Pounding in the back of her mind like a nagging headache that refused to leave.

  No, not refused. Can’t. The spirits wouldn’t find rest until they had completed their purpose. Something was keeping Thimara bound to this world. But what?

  She tried to push past the pain as she followed Briana, Hailen, and their Secret Keeper minders down the short hall. The plain stone tunnel ran for thirty paces before opening onto a small suite of rooms.

  The chamber she stepped into gave austere a whole new meaning. The walls were bare, devoid of any decorations beyond smooth, featureless stone. The only comforts—and that was taking extreme liberties with the word—in the rooms were a desk with two chairs, twin beds of straw mattresses atop hard stone, and a small wooden armoire.

  “We will have furnishings brought in for your companions,” Ennolar told Briana in the silent hand language. “All of your needs will be provided for, as long as you do not attempt to breach the sanctity of the Temple’s secrets.”

  “I gave my word,” Briana’s fingers replied. “We will fulfill our end of the bargain.”

  “Very well.” Ennolar’s expression softened. “It is good to know you are safe, Briana. Your father would be pleased at your presence here. He...” He trailed off a moment, drew in a deep breath. “He was a great man, beloved by many.”

  “He always spoke highly of you.” Briana smiled. “Once, he actually told me he was pleased that you would succeed him as Arch-Guardian.”

  Ennolar shook his head. “That was a task I never desired, but one I now must bear to honor his memory.”

  “I, too, honor his memory.” Briana lifted her head. “His knowledge must not be lost to the world.”

  “Indeed, for Einan would be a poorer, darker place without it.” With a sad smile, Ennolar turned to leave the chambers. He paused at the door and half-turned. “Perhaps you may find that the life of a Secret Keeper is not as bad as you feared, child. Knowledge is, in its own way, a reward unto itself.”

  “Only if placed into the right hands. My father knew that, which is why he shared with me what he learned, or wrote it in his journal so I could one day follow his footsteps.”

  Ennolar nodded. “He was a wise man, your father. Though it was a choice that went against everything we believed, everything he believed, it may very well be that it turns out to be the right choice in the end.” He inclined his head then strode from the room, his shoulders stooped as if beneath a great burden. The rest of his Secret Keepers filed out behind him with that same eerie silence, and the door slid shut without a sound.

  Briana let out a long breath and turned to survey their room. “So this is home now.” She gave Hailen a smile, clearly forced. “Not so bad.”

  Hailen nodded, his grin equally strained. “Yeah, not so bad.” He glanced around and gave a little laugh, clearly forced. “And to think I came to Shalandra to escape a temple.”

  “At least we’re still alive.” Aisha tried to inject a hint of brightness into the gloomy atmosphere of the chambers. “And we’ve got your father’s journals and the Serenii artifacts.”

  Both Hailen and Briana’s faces brightened slightly.

  Aisha took the sack from Briana and, pulling it open, strode over to the bed. She tipped up the sack to empty its contents onto the bed when suddenly a jolt of power coursed through her. Energy rippled along her arms, down her chest, and into the core of her being with such force that it drove the breath from her lungs.

  “Aisha!” The cry from behind her sounded distant, faint.

  She dimly felt her knees strike the hard stone, everything around her had gone dark, a numb haze pressing in around her. One object remained solid, unmoving despite the whirling fog: a silver necklace that bore a black stone barely wider than her middle finger.

  Her hand seemed to move of its own accord, her fingers reaching out toward the obsidian-colored stone. The moment her fingers touched it, color flared to life within its depths. The smooth surface changed from a dull black to a familiar blue-white.

  But what surprised her most of all was the sudden feeling as if life had been sucked out of her. Not her own life, but the three sparks that burned within her. She could almost see the faces swirling in the stone’s surface—Thimara, Eldesse, and Osirath, staring at her with empty eyes and pleading expressions.

  Then suddenly she was falling back, collapsing atop Hailen and Briana. She gasped for air, her mind reeling. Sensation suddenly returned to her limbs and she could feel their hands gripping her arms.

  “Wh-What?” She blinked and shook her head, as if trying to shake the fog from her mind.

  “That’s what I want to know!” Briana’s eyes were wide, her face pale. “What in the fiery hell happened?”

  Aisha’s eyes went to the necklace, and to the stone. Once black, now a brilliant blue-white. “I…” She trailed off. She had no idea how to explain what had just happened. She didn’t even understand it. All she knew was that she could no longer feel the spirits’ presence inside her body. She studied her hands and found them normal. The sparks of the Kish’aa had gone, as if pulled out of her and into the stone. />
  “One second you were standing, the next you were on your knees,” Briana’s voice faded into the background. “It was like you were in a trance and…”

  Aisha reached toward the stone, everything else around her becoming a shapeless, silent blur as she stared at the dancing light. She clenched her teeth the moment before her fingers touched the stone, again expecting the agony. Yet there was no pain this time. The energy sizzled through her skin and shot up her arms, blazing along her veins and setting her nerves crackling. But no pain. Just…power.

  And clarity. She could feel the three distinct presences within the pendant: Thimara the Secret Keeper, Eldesse the chambermaid, and Osirath the guard. She could actually hear their voices as clear as if she’d just taken a full dose of Whispering Lily. Their emotions surged like a tidal wave within her, at once a part of her yet somehow separate, as if a barrier protected her.

  The moment she broke contact with the stone, the sensations retreated, the emotions faded, and the crackling energy diminished. She stared down at her hands, eyes wide.

  What is this stone?

  This time she lifted the necklace from the bed, nestling it in the palm of her hand. The voices of the three spirits echoed in her mind.

  “Vengeance,” whispered Thimara.

  “Forgiveness,” echoed Eldesse and Osirath.

  Suddenly, Aisha understood what the two wanted, as clear as if someone had shouted the truth in her ear.

  “They didn’t betray you.” The words burst from her lips. Her eyes fixed on Briana’s. “Eldesse and Osirath. They want you to know that. No, they need you to know that.”

  Briana gasped, a hand rising to her lips. “W-What?” Her words came out faint, shocked.

  “Eldesse and Osirath, they didn’t betray you to the Gatherers as you and your father suspected.” Emotions surged within her, not as strong as Radiana’s but equally impossible to ignore. Tears slid down Aisha’s cheeks—not her own, Eldesse’s. Osirath’s anger formed her fingers into a clenched fist. “They were killed by the Gatherers the night you were taken the first time. They tried to fight, both of them. But they were betrayed by Samall. He stabbed Osirath in the back, and Eldesse when she tried to scream to warn you. Even as Eldesse lay dying, she tried to fight Samall. They wanted you to know that. Wanted you to…forgive them.”

  Suddenly, the flow of words fell silent, as if a dam had been blocked off. She gasped, a long breath leaving her lungs with the force of a hurricane. Twin sparks of energy crackled along Aisha’s hands, danced through her fingers, then formed into little blue-white wisps in front of her eyes.

  They were so beautiful, the two of them. Eldesse with her lustrous locks, sharp nose, and twinkling eyes; Osirath’s strong jaw and confident smile.

  In that moment, she could almost see every detail of the life they’d lived: growing up among the Earaqi, falling in love as teenagers, living together, serving Suroth as husband and wife. Never father and mother—sorrow flashed through Aisha at this thought—yet with love to spare for their master’s daughter. Pride at watching Briana the child grow into Briana the young woman. A strong desire to protect her, to watch over her, to serve as her shield from sorrow and strong guard from danger. A love shared with each other, a bond so strong it remained unbroken in the beyond. Eldesse and Osirath remained intertwined in death, twin spirits joined by life. They smiled at her, gratitude filling their empty eyes, then faded away into nothing.

  Aisha drew in a long, shuddering breath, and the world around her suddenly swam into focus. She knelt on the floor in front of the sparse bed in that gloomy room within the Temple of Whispers. Hailen stared at her open-mouthed, and shock twisted Briana’s face.

  “H-How….” Briana seemed at a loss for words. Her eyes went from Aisha’s face to the silver necklace with its stone pendant.

  Aisha glanced down. The stone had lost some of its brightness, yet the blue-white light remained. She could still feel the spark of Thimara’s life within, her desire for vengeance. Yet Eldesse and Osirath had gone. They had passed on their message and journeyed into the beyond.

  And somehow, impossibly, this strange Serenii stone had helped.

  Her eyes lifted to Briana’s, and the Shalandran girl gasped. “Aisha, your eyes!”

  Aisha felt a moment of panic, a flutter of anxiety coursing through her. Hailen seemed to recover from his stunned surprise long enough to fetch a mirror from the armoire and hold it out to her.

  Looking into the polished silver, Aisha felt her heart stop. Specks of blue-white light swirled in her choclat-colored eyes. Faint, almost imperceptible unless she looked closely, but there. No mistaking it.

  Horror roiled in her stomach. She’d seen the same light in her father’s eyes, near the end, as the Kish’aa claimed his mind. At the time, she had simply written it off as a trick of the daylight or the twinkle her mother had claimed once shone in her father’s eyes before he accepted the call of the Umoyahlebe. But now, the truth was plain to see.

  She sucked in a deep breath and turned back to face Briana and Hailen. “There’s something you need to know about me.” Her gaze darted back and forth between them. “This may sound crazy, but…” Again, another long breath, this time to bolster her courage. She couldn’t hide it anymore, not after what had just happened.

  They deserved to know the truth.

  “I can speak to the dead.”

  Chapter Forty-Eight

  Kodyn felt a grim satisfaction as Lady Callista Vinaus personally shackled the chains on Angrak’s wrists. Just as the fat bastard deserves!

  A flock of black-robed Necroseti formed a wall of sable silk and linen behind the arrested Councilor, their faces dour. They had spent the last two hours trying everything—from Shalandran legal precedent to religious law to even trying to invoke the sanctuary of the Hall of the Beyond itself—trying to protect Angrak from reprisals. Councilors Madani, Tinush, and Natoris had intervened personally, their faces etched with fury as they commanded, cajoled, and shouted at Lady Callista.

  Yet behind the Lady of Blades stood a wall of black steel and hard glares that not even the Keeper’s Priests or their gilded guards could shatter. Twenty Keeper’s Blades dressed in full armor and holding drawn swords was all the support Lady Callista needed. The ranks of Indomitables that had once lined the Path of Gold for the ceremonial procession now stood silent, impassable witness to Councilor Angrak’s humiliation.

  Issa and Kodyn had watched the proceedings from just behind the line of Indomitables, close enough to hear everything, to see every drop of sweat that slithered its salty way down Angrak’s rotund face. Their smiles had grown wider as his expression went from shocked to outraged to infuriated to horrified to terrified. Now, he resembled nothing so much as a cat dragging itself out of a cesspool.

  All of this had taken place literally one step outside the temple threshold. One step more, Kodyn realized, and the Necroseti’s claim of sanctuary in the Hall of the Beyond would have held water. One step more, and Angrak would have been beyond Lady Callista’s reach, beyond the reach even of the Pharus.

  Yet Angrak never took that final step. Kodyn and Issa had arrived in time.

  Somehow, impossibly, they’d crossed the Artisan’s Tier and raced up the hill to reach Lady Callista. He shot an incredulous look at Issa. Her face was a mask of calm, yet she stood proud and tall beside him. The Keeper’s Blade had made the entire journey in full plate mail, with that two-handed sword that had to weigh at least twice as much as his own long blade. That was the sort of feat sung about in epic tales, accomplished by heroes of legend—not a trainee shorter than him.

  He and Issa stepped back as the ranks of black-armored soldiers parted to make way for Lady Callista and her prisoner. Councilor Angrak’s face was white, pinched with a mixture of fear, humiliation, and resignation. Callista Vinaus wore an expression that could have been carved from stone for all the emotion it revealed, yet Kodyn knew she had to be feeling as triumphant as he did.

  A g
rim smile twisted Kodyn’s lips. After what Angrak had done to Briana—evicting her from her father’s home the day after he died, humiliating her by physically stripping her of the trappings of her Dhukari rank—Kodyn hadn’t a drop of pity to waste on the man.

  But Angrak’s defeat was just the first step.

  With the fat bastard in chains, it’s just a matter of time before he gives up the information she needs to take down the Keeper’s Council. The Councilor faced charges of treason—according to Issa, he’d be lucky to keep his head from gracing a spike in Murder Square. What I’d give to be in that room when he starts to crack.

  The glum expressions on the faces of the Keeper’s Council and Necroseti in front of the Hall of the Beyond made their feelings on the matter all too plain. They’d been smug, self-confident the last time Kodyn had seen them, at Suroth’s funeral. The sight of their newest Councilor—almost Councilor, he told himself with a grin—being led away in chains had shattered their confidences.

  Councilor Madani, the head instigator, was the first to turn away. He whipped around in a flurry of black and gold, striding through the gates into the Hall of the Beyond. His fellow Councilors and entourage hurried to follow in his footsteps.

  Kodyn narrowed his eyes. Off to plan some fresh treachery or deceit. He had little doubt the Necroseti would descend upon the palace in droves. They would fight for Angrak’s freedom with every shred of their considerable political clout—they’d want him in their clutches, not spilling his guts under the tender ministrations of Lady Callista’s questioners.

  Angrak actually glanced at Kodyn as he passed. His face deepened to a scowl, his eyes narrowing to hateful pinpricks.

  Kodyn grinned and swept a mocking bow, as if to say, “You’re welcome, you bastard!”

  Issa snorted—amusement or disdain, Kodyn couldn’t tell from her stoic mask, which reminded him an awful lot of Lady Callista—and silently joined the ranks of the Keeper’s Blades that formed an escort around the Lady of Blades. There was no place in those lines for Kodyn, but he followed along on the heels of the Indomitables that brought up the rear.