Crucible of Fortune: An Epic Fantasy Young Adult Adventure (Heirs of Destiny Book 2)

by Andy Peloquin

  Crucible of Fortune

  (Heirs of Destiny Book 2)

  By Andy Peloquin

  Copyright. First Edition

  Andy Peloquin

  ©2019, Andy Peloquin

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  Any resemblance to persons, places living or dead is purely coincidental. This is a work of fiction.

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  Contents

  Crucible of Fortune (Heirs of Destiny Book 2)

  The Renegade Apprentice

  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

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty-One

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Chapter Forty-Six

  Chapter Forty-Seven

  Chapter Forty-Eight

  Chapter Forty-Nine

  Storm of Chaos (Heirs of Destiny Book 3)

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Storm of Chaos (Heirs of Destiny Book 3)

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  Chapter One

  The songs of the dead echoed loud in the hall of the Long Keeper, god of death. A mournful tune, as heavy and cloying as the incense that hung thick in the temple, underscored by a shrill chorus of flutes that grated on Kodyn’s nerves. Yet he forced himself to stand still, to remain a firm bulwark for Briana to lean on as she mourned her father’s death.

  Arch-Guardian Suroth, high priest of the Secret Keepers, servant of the Mistress, and member of the Keeper’s Council, lay silent and still atop the golden sandstone that dominated the center of the sanctuary. Death slackened his features and turned his umber skin to a brown as dull as the simple Secret Keeper’s robes he now wore. His strong hands rested atop his chest, a peaceful pose that belied the violent nature of his passing.

  He’d fallen in defense of Pharus Amhoset Nephelcheres and the rest of the Keeper’s Council. Nine Gatherers, members of the death-worshipping cult, had died at his hands before he succumbed to his wounds. Yet one look at Briana told Kodyn that her father’s courage or the heroism of his sacrifice meant next to nothing in this moment. She’d never known her mother, who had died giving birth to her. Now she had lost the most important person in her life.

  And Kodyn had no idea how to comfort her.

  He’d sat by her bedside as she wept, held her hand through her tears, feeling useless all the while. He couldn’t wipe the sorrow from her heart or the pain of loss from her eyes. Behind her pale features and vacant stare she fixed on the body atop the altar, she had to be wrestling against a seething ocean of emotions that he could only begin to understand. He had never felt as helpless as he did now, watching her suffer in silence.

  Aisha, his companion and fellow Night Guild apprentice, stood on Briana’s other side. She held Briana’s hand, lending her strength as well. Sorrow glistened in her almond brown eyes—she hadn’t known Suroth long, but she’d become close friends with Briana over the last few days.

  Now, the two of them were the closest thing Briana had to friends and family in the world.

  The music fell silent as High Divinity Tinush, the oldest member of the Keeper’s Council, stepped up toward the altar. Above his head, the stone-carved face of the Long Keeper stared down at Suroth’s body. The god of death had already claimed Suroth’s soul—all that remained was to commend his flesh to the Crypts.

  “Mercy, change, justice, vengeance, sorrow, joy, and eternity.” Despite his age, his voice rang out loud and strong, echoing off the sandstone walls, ceiling, and floor of the sanctuary atop the Hall of the Beyond. “These are the seven faces of the Long Keeper. Mercy, for death is just the first step toward eternal bliss in the Sleepless Lands. Change, the one inevitable constant. Justice for the deserving and vengeance against the wicked.”

  Tinush bowed his head. “Sorrow, for in passing we leave behind those dearest to our heart, yet with it comes joy in finding peace and rest in the eternity of the Long Keeper’s arms.”

  The hand he rested on Suroth’s pale forehead was spotted with age and tattooed with seven black dots. “Go into infinity, Suroth, secure in the knowledge that the world was a better place for your presence. May you find the peace you deserve.” With that, he bent and placed the ceremonial kiss on the dead man’s lips.

  The trilling of flutes and forlorn strumming of harps filled the sanctuary chamber once more, and singers took up a funereal chant. Kodyn felt a burden of sorrow settle onto his shoulders at the doleful lyrics. He glanced toward the double doors, which stood open to reveal the lines of people crowding onto the golden sandstone steps that descended the broad stairway carved into the southern edge of the Hall of the Beyond. The golden morning sunlight failed to drive back the pall that hung over the gathered mourners.

  Hundreds of Dhukari, Alqati, Zadii, and Intaji had come to see the Arch-Guardian off. For one so well-respected and revered, the funeral rituals would last hours until the early afternoon, when the Necroseti, priests of the Long Keeper, began the final journey to Suroth’s resting place. According to Nessa, Arch-Guardian Suroth’s household Steward, burial rites always took place at sunrise and sunset. The sun had already fully risen by the time the commotion in the palace after the assassination attempt had died down, so Suroth would be interred beneath the fading twilight.

>   That seemed an eternity away. He and Aisha had accompanied Briana just after dawn to the Hall of the Beyond, the temple to the Long Keeper, for the embalming and final blessing rites carried out by the Necroseti. She had sat beside the lifeless, pale-faced corpse that had once been the strong Secret Keeper, holding her father’s limp hand as the priests prepared him for an eternity in the Long Keeper’s arms.

  Kodyn and Aisha hadn’t been allowed entrance into the private room where the body was prepared—only the family of the deceased could enter—but they’d taken up guard in front of the door. Aisha, in particular, had scrutinized every priest that entered the room. After last night’s attempt to kidnap or murder Briana—he couldn’t know which the Gatherers had intended—she took her role as the Shalandran girl’s bodyguard with the utmost severity. More than a few of the lower-ranked priests in attendance had wilted beneath her furious glare.

  At the tenth hour of the morning, they’d undertaken the solemn procession up the stairs to the rooftop sanctuary, the more sacred chamber in the Hall of the Beyond. They had passed beneath the gold sandstone statue of the Long Keeper and laid Suroth’s body atop the ceremonial altar in preparation for the ceremony.

  Pharus Amhoset Nephelcheres had met them at the bottom of the stairs. “I owe your father my life.” Genuine sorrow had sparkled in his kohl-rimmed eyes. He’d even worn simple clothing, for a Pharus—a plain gold-threaded tunic over an ankle-length shendyt, with a narrow black mourning shawl draped about his shoulders and a finger-thick headband of solid gold, a far cry from his typically ornate headdress and conical crown. “He saved us all. I will not forget the debt I now owe him.”

  They hadn’t needed to hire dancers and mourners for Suroth’s ritual journey to his final resting place in the Keeper’s Crypts—hundreds of men, women, even children from the Artisan’s Tier, Defender’s Tier, and Keeper’s Tier had turned out to accompany him. Suroth might never have spoken a word, yet it seemed they had loved him nonetheless. Well-wishers had pressed condolences and kind sentiments on Briana. She could barely bring herself to nod.

  Now, as the people of Shalandra trooped into the sanctuary to bid farewell to Suroth, her red-rimmed eyes had a vacant stare, her brows hooded.

  The highest-ranked men and women in Shalandra stood silent vigil around the altar. Secret Keepers in dull brown, Warrior Priests in full suits of splinted mail, even Lecterns in long green-and-silver robes. The Venerated, the council formed of a representative from each of the twelve temples, watched over their fallen brother. Keeper’s Blades armed in spiked black plate mail and carrying huge flame-bladed swords took up position at the four sides of the altar. Callista Vinaus, the Lady of Blades and commander of Shalandra’s military herself, guarded Suroth’s head.

  Kodyn’s gut twisted at the black-robed priests that flanked the west side of the temple chamber. Six heavy-set men with double chins and sagging paunches occupied the front of their ranks. These Necroseti served on the Keeper’s Council. These were the men Suroth had died to protect.

  And Kodyn was all but certain they had a role to play in the Arch-Guardian’s death.

  Sorrow tightened Kodyn’s chest as a little girl, no more than three or four, slipped shyly up to the altar. She wore the simple brown headband of an Intaji, Shalandra’s artisan caste, and held a small stone figurine in her pudgy fingers. With a hesitant glance at Briana, she darted toward Suroth and set the statuette—the figure of the Mistress, goddess of secret trysts and whispered truths—on the altar next to him. One more treasure to accompany him on his journey into the Keeper’s arms.

  Briana turned away, a strangled sob escaping her throat. Aisha wrapped an arm around her shoulder for support and comfort.

  “I-I’m fine,” Briana said, barely above a whisper. “I just can’t…” She scrubbed the tears from her cheeks. “I can’t see him like this anymore.”

  “Of course.” Aisha nodded. “Let’s get you home.” They didn’t need to be here any longer—the Necroseti and the crowd of mourners would see Suroth to his final resting place in the Keeper’s Crypt.

  Briana allowed Aisha to escort her through the crowds, which parted to make way.

  One of the black-robed priests stepped toward her as if intending to have words, but Kodyn stepped in the way. “Whatever you have to say to Lady Briana,” he growled, “it can wait.”

  Councilor Madani’s kohl-rimmed eyes darkened. “Beware your tone, pup.” His thin mouth pressed into a tight line, which only made his hooked nose look even more like a vulture. “Your mistress has enough burden with the death of her father; I would hate to see her grieve an insolent bodyguard as well.”

  Kodyn straightened to his full height, looming over the priest. “You know where to find me, Priest.” He almost spat the words. “But remember that it was your Gatherers that did this, and the Pharus knows the truth.”

  Madani’s upper lip curled into a sneer. “We were in the Council Chamber when they attacked, beside the Pharus and the Arch-Guardian. The actions of those rabid dogs cannot be blamed on us. Perhaps, in a few years, your young mind will come to understand such intricacies.”

  Anger burned within Kodyn, but he pressed back on it, hardened it into a tight, bright core. Not at the insult—he could return the priest’s scorn a hundred-fold—but at the priest himself. The vulture-faced bastard had been behind the attempt to kidnap Briana the first time. Despite Madani’s protest of innocence, Kodyn wasn’t ready to believe that the priest had no hand in the attempt.

  Yet now wasn’t the time for accusations. Soon, Kodyn would be free to unleash his anger at these pompous priests, the ones truly responsible for so much of Briana’s anguish and loss. When that time came, woe to Madani and his cronies.

  “This will not go unanswered.” Kodyn fixed the Necroseti priest with a hard stare. “There will be vengeance. May the Long Keeper have mercy on the guilty, whoever they may be.” His tone of voice made it abundantly clear who he blamed.

  Madani bristled and opened his mouth to speak, but Kodyn turned on his heel and stalked down the broad stairs after Aisha and Briana.

  The view from atop the Hall of the Beyond was breathtaking, offering an unbroken view of the entire city. The four lower tiers looked like colossal stepping stones cut into the golden sandstone of Alshuruq, the mountain upon which Shalandra sat. Green and yellow farmlands spread out from the southern edge of the city.

  Yet the beauty faded beneath the pallor of his mood. At that moment, Kodyn had no eyes for gorgeous vistas or masterpieces of architecture. His mind was consumed by concern for Briana and anger at the Necroseti.

  The descent took them the better part of half an hour, each step downward accompanied by words of condolences from the people lining the staircase. Kodyn and Aisha supported the pale, tired-looking Briana until they reached the palanquin waiting for them on the Path of Gold.

  Aisha helped Briana climb into the litter, then glanced at Kodyn.

  “Go,” Kodyn told her with a nod. “She needs someone with her right now.”

  Aisha hesitated, as if wanting to say something. She seemed to think better of it and climbed into the palanquin.

  Kodyn climbed into the saddle of his horse and shot a nod to Rothin. “Let’s get her home.”

  The captain of Arch-Guardian Suroth’s private household guard called an order to the eight men he’d brought as the honor guard. They formed a protective square of gilded breastplates and stern faces around Briana’s litter, with Kodyn riding at the front, and began the long, slow march across the Keeper’s Tier back to the Arch-Guardian’s mansion.

  Kodyn’s eyes never stopped moving as he scanned the Path of Gold for any sign of danger. The Gatherers, a death-worshipping cult offshoot of the Necroseti, had been behind Briana’s kidnapping the first time—they’d hauled her north to Praamis, where he had met and subsequently rescued her. Now, they’d tried to kidnap her again, though it seemed they would settle for murdering her as well.

  Both times, the attempts had
been made on the Keeper’s Tier, the uppermost of the five levels of Shalandra. The Keeper’s Tier, home to the wealthiest Dhukari, was supposed to be well-guarded, with guards patrolling the broad avenues and taking up station at the single gate that gave access from the lower levels. Yet somehow the Gatherers had gotten past—or around—the black-armored Indomitables at the gate. Kodyn suspected the cultists used the secret Serenii tunnels built into the mountain. The same tunnels he’d intended to use to steal into the Palace of Golden Eternity to get his hands on the Crown of the Pharus.

  Right now, all concerns for his Undertaking took second place to Briana’s safety. He knew he’d have to figure out another way to get into the Vault of Ancients—without Suroth’s help, it would be near impossible. Worse, he had less than three weeks until the Serenii-designed locks opened the vault, then it would be re-sealed for another three months.

  But that’s a problem for after I figure out what our next steps with Briana are. He had to make sure she was safe. And that starts with getting her home.

  Worry tied his stomach in knots as he rode, and his hand never strayed from the hilt of the sword strapped to his waist. His Night Guild armor—quality leather treated with one of House Scorpion’s special alchemical potions—could turn aside most attacks, but Briana wore only a gold-and-white kalasiris with straps of white leather. Vigilance would prove her best defense at the moment; his sword would turn aside the attacks her ornate cloth gown could not.

  Relief flooded him when he caught sight of the high walls of Arch-Guardian Suroth’s mansion a quarter of an hour later, yet he didn’t truly breathe easy until the steel-banded wooden gate shut behind him and the bare-headed Kabili slaves set the litter down.

  Aisha leapt out before he’d fully dismounted, and one look at the tightness of her shoulders told Kodyn she’d felt the same nervous tension he had. Yes, she was taking her role of guardian very seriously.

  The Briana that emerged from the litter bore little resemblance to the young woman that had laughed and danced among the Dhukari in the Palace of Golden Eternity just a few nights earlier. She looked more like the Briana he’d rescued from the Gatherers: almond eyes red-rimmed from crying, her kohl streaked by tears, her hair rumpled. Yet sorrow hadn’t diminished her beauty; if anything, the evidence of her emotions only deepened her maturity and grace.