Dakshana was frozen. This was it, this was the end. Those other creatures - they had won. They’d trapped her in their game and now she was going to die here. Die in a world without true sunlight, without true warmth.
True warmth.
And suddenly she remembered fingertips ghosting up her spine. All it took was a little twitch of her finger, and suddenly Chadstone reeled back with a cry. His arm was on fire. He reacted quickly, hit the ground rolling to put it out, but by then Dakshana had a weapon, and the other soldiers were afraid of her.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Bare Hands
He bore no weapon, merely wore a pair of black silk trousers and delicate little slippers. His hair was long, white, tied back in a long braid.
Blood still dripped from a the gash on Dakshana’s face.
Chadstone bowed to her, expression serene, blue eyes hooded, almost sleepy. And then he drew one fist back for a strike.
What happened next was beyond comprehension. One moment Dakshana was on her feet, the next she was face-down on the ground, arm twisted up behind her back, disarmed. He’d done it all with lightning speed, with bare hands.
It was over.
Blood still dripped from a the gash on Dakshana’s face.
Chadstone bowed to her, expression serene, blue eyes hooded, almost sleepy. And then he drew one fist back for a strike.
What happened next was beyond comprehension. One moment Dakshana was on her feet, the next she was face-down on the ground, arm twisted up behind her back, disarmed. He’d done it all with lightning speed, with bare hands.
It was over.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Agincourt and the Forbidden City
More armor this time, standing in mud and listening to the twang of arrows through the air. Men drew bows as long as themselves and arrows punched through the shining metal armor. Astride a giant white horse, Chadstone looked like a sky-god. He wielded his sword like a demon. Dakshana screamed in fury when his blade opened a gash on her face, and she loosed an arrow.
Another battle, standing on the red pointed roof of a forbidden palace while men in furs and leather poured over the walls, arrows flying. Red pennants waved, and white-haired figure emerged.
Another battle, standing on the red pointed roof of a forbidden palace while men in furs and leather poured over the walls, arrows flying. Red pennants waved, and white-haired figure emerged.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Spin of the Universe
Her lips had barely brushed his before she thrust the sword through his chest, and she stepped back before the world around her dissolved and reformed once more.
What followed next was a dizzying array of battles. She was clad in golden armor that glittered like fish scales, standing outside a white city, and Chadstone, clad in silver armor, stood atop its walls, pennant raised high.
A cry rang behind her.
“Allah wills it!”
All it took to kill Chadstone was a single arrow through the throat. Then came another spin of the universe, and another battle shimmered into being.
What followed next was a dizzying array of battles. She was clad in golden armor that glittered like fish scales, standing outside a white city, and Chadstone, clad in silver armor, stood atop its walls, pennant raised high.
A cry rang behind her.
“Allah wills it!”
All it took to kill Chadstone was a single arrow through the throat. Then came another spin of the universe, and another battle shimmered into being.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
For This
Dakshana knew it was all over when Chadstone turned toward her. He approached with measured steps, blood dripping from his brow, his cheekbone, down the front of his tunic. The rest of his men still chanted, eager, waiting.
Dakshana brought up her sword. What was she supposed to do?
“Are you ready, mighty Valkyrie?” he asked.
“Ready for what?” Dakshana asked.
“To face your death.”
Dakshana had been ready for that since the beginning. But she smiled and twirled her sword. “Are you ready?”
“For what?”
“For this.” Dakshana stepped forward, lowered her sword, and pulled him into a kiss.
Dakshana brought up her sword. What was she supposed to do?
“Are you ready, mighty Valkyrie?” he asked.
“Ready for what?” Dakshana asked.
“To face your death.”
Dakshana had been ready for that since the beginning. But she smiled and twirled her sword. “Are you ready?”
“For what?”
“For this.” Dakshana stepped forward, lowered her sword, and pulled him into a kiss.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Berserker
He was a vision in white leather, a white fur cloak pinned at his shoulders. His smile was bright like the edge of a bone knife, and he carried the most massive sword Dakshana had ever seen. And it was engraved with runes, runes she could not read but that must have offered the strongest magic.
Then he whirled into the battle, swung his sword, took a man’s head, another’s arm, and was utterly unfazed by the splatter of blood and flesh marring his pristine whiteness.
His men cheered and gave a rousing cry, a word Dakshana didn’t know:
“Berserker!”
Then he whirled into the battle, swung his sword, took a man’s head, another’s arm, and was utterly unfazed by the splatter of blood and flesh marring his pristine whiteness.
His men cheered and gave a rousing cry, a word Dakshana didn’t know:
“Berserker!”
Sea of White
Dakshana was clad in furs and carried a metal sword, a small round shield. She followed the other men as they leapt off their long boat, charged up the pebble beach - and into a sea of white-haired men and boys who wielded their sword with deadly accuracy. Dakshana could smell the foul scent of strong wine on the men around her, and it made her dizzy.
Everything was white, the stones beneath her feet, the sky, the furs the enemies wore - how would she find him?
And there he was, on the edge of the battlefield, clad in white.
Everything was white, the stones beneath her feet, the sky, the furs the enemies wore - how would she find him?
And there he was, on the edge of the battlefield, clad in white.
Fine Red Mist
She turned to the man beside her and plucked his spear from him. Angry cries rose up around her in a harsh, guttural tongue. She drew back, aimed, and threw as hard as she could. The metal spike at the end of the spear lodged itself firmly in Chadstone’s throat. Blood sprayed, hung mid-air in fine red mist, rained down on the men below.
Chadstone’s eyes were victorious, and the world dissolved again.
Re-formed in a northern land. Land met sky and all was white, cold, even beneath furs.
Dakshana’s leader was massive and had a red beard.
Chadstone’s eyes were victorious, and the world dissolved again.
Re-formed in a northern land. Land met sky and all was white, cold, even beneath furs.
Dakshana’s leader was massive and had a red beard.
Blood Hungry
She saw Chadstone straight away, perched atop the biggest beast Dakshana had ever seen. It was larger even than a dire wolf, the color of stone, with ears like rugs and a nose like a snake. And the sound it made when it tossed its head -- Dakshana ducked instinctively.
The men around her held their line, and Chadstone remained atop his fearsome beast, long-haired and foreign, arrogant and coldly beautiful. The men gathered around his beast were a wild rabble in ragged armor, but they gazed at Dakshana’s troops eagerly, blood-hungry.
But Dakshana knew what she must do.
The men around her held their line, and Chadstone remained atop his fearsome beast, long-haired and foreign, arrogant and coldly beautiful. The men gathered around his beast were a wild rabble in ragged armor, but they gazed at Dakshana’s troops eagerly, blood-hungry.
But Dakshana knew what she must do.
Broke the Sky
The world reassembled itself in a field of long, tall grass. Dakshana was clad in more leather, a kilt to protect her legs, a sturdy breastplate studded with metal. And she carried a metal sword, short, but vicious. Her helmet was stuffy and hot, but the men around her didn’t seem to mind. And they had large feather plumes bursting from their helmets.
What was going on?
The commanders rallied their cries. “They come! Ready for battle!”
And there was a thunderstorm of footsteps as the men around Dakshana formed neat ranks, shields high.
A war-cry broke the sky.
What was going on?
The commanders rallied their cries. “They come! Ready for battle!”
And there was a thunderstorm of footsteps as the men around Dakshana formed neat ranks, shields high.
A war-cry broke the sky.
What Must Be Done
The boy with the spear in his chest remained suspended in the shadows of the dim cave, his expression frozen in one of horror.
But he wasn’t Chadstone, who had stepped out from behind the boy, still clad in enemy armor.
The spear slipped from Dakshana’s hands. Chadstone’s gaze was unreadable.
“I managed to buy us time between challenges,” he said, “but just this once. You know what must be done now, don’t you? What you must do to defeat the others.”
The boy with the spear in his chest was still bleeding.
Before Dakshana could speak, the world dissolved.
But he wasn’t Chadstone, who had stepped out from behind the boy, still clad in enemy armor.
The spear slipped from Dakshana’s hands. Chadstone’s gaze was unreadable.
“I managed to buy us time between challenges,” he said, “but just this once. You know what must be done now, don’t you? What you must do to defeat the others.”
The boy with the spear in his chest was still bleeding.
Before Dakshana could speak, the world dissolved.
So This
So this was betrayal. Dakshana let loose a battle cry and spun her spear forward. With a flick of her wrist, it was ready to throw, and she loosed it with all her might.
It pierced Chadstone’s heart with unerring accuracy, and Dakshana felt a vicious surge of victory.
“It was your trick after all, wasn’t it?” she shouted.
Chadstone stared down at the spear in his chest, at the bright red blood that spilled from the wound, and he looked genuinely surprised. “What -- what have you done? Dakshana --”
And the yellow sands around them dissolved.
Chadstone said, “You learned.”
It pierced Chadstone’s heart with unerring accuracy, and Dakshana felt a vicious surge of victory.
“It was your trick after all, wasn’t it?” she shouted.
Chadstone stared down at the spear in his chest, at the bright red blood that spilled from the wound, and he looked genuinely surprised. “What -- what have you done? Dakshana --”
And the yellow sands around them dissolved.
Chadstone said, “You learned.”
Driving the Point Home
“Chadstone!” Dakshana cried. “What --?”
“Survive!” he shouted at her. He swung again. The force of his blows was breathtaking. Did none of his dark-haired army notice the white-haired demon in their midst?
“Why are you --”
He locked spears with her, and he was so much stronger - he would prevail. Their faces were almost inches apart, and for one moment Dakshana was sure he was going to kiss her.
He whispered, “Survive,” and drove the spear home.
Dakashana broke free and stepped aside, but she felt the rush of air in the spear’s wake. He’d tried to kill her.
“Survive!” he shouted at her. He swung again. The force of his blows was breathtaking. Did none of his dark-haired army notice the white-haired demon in their midst?
“Why are you --”
He locked spears with her, and he was so much stronger - he would prevail. Their faces were almost inches apart, and for one moment Dakshana was sure he was going to kiss her.
He whispered, “Survive,” and drove the spear home.
Dakashana broke free and stepped aside, but she felt the rush of air in the spear’s wake. He’d tried to kill her.
Start Trying
“For Pharaoh!” someone yelled, and Dakshana’s fellow soldiers gave a rallying cry in return. Who was Pharaoh? Some sort of ruler or -- Chadstone nearly took her head off.
“Chadstone, what are you doing? We’re supposed to be helping each other - we must --”
His hand snaked out, caught her by the collar of her breastplate, dragged her forward.
“Survive, I know,” he hissed in her ear, and then he shoved her back. The light in his eyes was unholy. “So start trying to survive.” And he swung at her.
She blocked with the stave of her spear, but he pressed forward.
“Chadstone, what are you doing? We’re supposed to be helping each other - we must --”
His hand snaked out, caught her by the collar of her breastplate, dragged her forward.
“Survive, I know,” he hissed in her ear, and then he shoved her back. The light in his eyes was unholy. “So start trying to survive.” And he swung at her.
She blocked with the stave of her spear, but he pressed forward.
Battle on the Sands
The men surged forward, and Dakshana was carried along with them. The horses plunged into the thick of humans. Sand flew, stinging her eyes, making her choke. And then there were voices, foreign voices, and she realized that there were men in the horse-drawn buckets, men with swords and spears who were - killing the men around her.
She brought her spear up to fend off an attack - and came face-to-face with Chadstone, clad in enemy armor. But he didn’t recognize her, pressed viciously with his spear.
“Chadstone - what are you doing?”
His answer was in another tongue.
She brought her spear up to fend off an attack - and came face-to-face with Chadstone, clad in enemy armor. But he didn’t recognize her, pressed viciously with his spear.
“Chadstone - what are you doing?”
His answer was in another tongue.
Survive
“So, what’s the plan?” Dakshana asked. She tested the weight of her spear in her hand.
“Survive,” Chadstone said, and the cave around them dissolved.
The world that emerged was - sand. Yellow sand as far as the eye could see. Dakshana was - armed with her spear, clad in leather armor, and standing in ranks alongside men. Men who were also armed with spears and metal blades like Chadstones and didn’t seem to realize she was a woman.
Men fixed on the gaze of - things thundering toward them. Massive buckets that rolled forward, smooth, on wheels - and drawn by horses.
“Attack!”
“Survive,” Chadstone said, and the cave around them dissolved.
The world that emerged was - sand. Yellow sand as far as the eye could see. Dakshana was - armed with her spear, clad in leather armor, and standing in ranks alongside men. Men who were also armed with spears and metal blades like Chadstones and didn’t seem to realize she was a woman.
Men fixed on the gaze of - things thundering toward them. Massive buckets that rolled forward, smooth, on wheels - and drawn by horses.
“Attack!”
Another Curse
“How do we know they can’t hear every word we’re saying?” Dakshana asked.
“They can hear it - this is their world,” Chadstone said. His blue eyes were unfathomable. “They can hear what we say - but they cannot hear what we think. That is another curse beyond even the grasp of shadows.”
He was trying to tell her something, but Dakshana didn’t know what it was. She’d gone from wanting him to hating him to pitying him to -- what, exactly? She’d just shoved aside his confession in favor of daylight, and now what?
She had to trust him with her life.
“They can hear it - this is their world,” Chadstone said. His blue eyes were unfathomable. “They can hear what we say - but they cannot hear what we think. That is another curse beyond even the grasp of shadows.”
He was trying to tell her something, but Dakshana didn’t know what it was. She’d gone from wanting him to hating him to pitying him to -- what, exactly? She’d just shoved aside his confession in favor of daylight, and now what?
She had to trust him with her life.
Self-Trust
Dakshana’s eyes flashed. “They’re going to lose this time.”
Chadstone smiled. “Yes, they are. But first, we must play along. The answer will come in its own time.”
“How do you know?”
“I am one of them, youngest though I may be. They cannot help but leave the answer in the game and then laugh, cackle at how stupid the mortals are, that they cannot see the key to their own salvation. Whatever happens from here, Dakshana, watch for the answer. It will be the one you despise the most. But you’ll have to trust your instincts.”
“Trust myself?”
“Yes.”
Chadstone smiled. “Yes, they are. But first, we must play along. The answer will come in its own time.”
“How do you know?”
“I am one of them, youngest though I may be. They cannot help but leave the answer in the game and then laugh, cackle at how stupid the mortals are, that they cannot see the key to their own salvation. Whatever happens from here, Dakshana, watch for the answer. It will be the one you despise the most. But you’ll have to trust your instincts.”
“Trust myself?”
“Yes.”
Replica
“You’re not human,” Dakshana said. “You told me so.”
Chadstone cast a wary glance at their surroundings, and Dakshana did the same, switching her spear to her throwing hand.
Chadstone sketched a rune in the air, and for the first time, his magic felt -- nice. Dakshana’s eyes slipped closed, and she wanted to sway with the gentle thrumming the magic brought, but a cool hand on her chin brought her back to her senses, and she opened her eyes.
“I’m not human, but I’m the best replica they’ve managed. This is their favorite game, and it’s one they’ve never lost.”
Chadstone cast a wary glance at their surroundings, and Dakshana did the same, switching her spear to her throwing hand.
Chadstone sketched a rune in the air, and for the first time, his magic felt -- nice. Dakshana’s eyes slipped closed, and she wanted to sway with the gentle thrumming the magic brought, but a cool hand on her chin brought her back to her senses, and she opened her eyes.
“I’m not human, but I’m the best replica they’ve managed. This is their favorite game, and it’s one they’ve never lost.”
Completely Inhuman
“Not playing your game?” Her gaze was still burning with fury, but her grip on her spear loosened.
“We were never playing my game,” Chadstone said. It still burned in his chest, the fury, the blow to his pride, but this wasn’t about him, had never been about him.
“What do you mean?”
“Did it never strike you as strange, that I’m the only one of my kind who still looks human?” He tilted his head to the side, smiling, amused.
“All I’ve seen of the rest of your kind are their vicious eyes,” Dakshana spat.
“Because they’re completely inhuman.”
“We were never playing my game,” Chadstone said. It still burned in his chest, the fury, the blow to his pride, but this wasn’t about him, had never been about him.
“What do you mean?”
“Did it never strike you as strange, that I’m the only one of my kind who still looks human?” He tilted his head to the side, smiling, amused.
“All I’ve seen of the rest of your kind are their vicious eyes,” Dakshana spat.
“Because they’re completely inhuman.”
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