Nevertold: The Son
Book One in the Nevertold Series
The beast-like Valkys, great in number and with innate magical abilities, were unable to stand against the Children of Man’s artificial perversion of the world’s energy. After the tireless wars ended, a tentative peace settled over Nevold. Now, scattered to the far reaches, many beasts try to scrape out a living, but none so unique as the Manyari, creatures that exist from a forgotten union of Man and Valkys, not fully of both and without either side accepting them as their own.
But today, one tribe of Manyari has reason to celebrate. A rarely seen male has been born. Raised in his remote village of Orahai, Kemahni is unknowingly held captive by his sisters and mothers to be used for their continued salvation. His chosen guardian, Ashava, along with her companion, Tahdwi, fight to keep him safe, despite him vying to live his own life. His birth mother, Saleal, watches him grow, hiding the secrets of his true purpose and nature, while finding it increasingly difficult to fulfill her duty.
When Kemahni's friend Kiyadeh returns home after years away, trained but rattled by the outside world, he is unprepared for her arrival or what she asks of him. Few know his true purpose, and when the truth is revealed, a choice must be made between freedom and duty.
First Edition Paperback and eBook published July 21st, 2022
Audiobook Published May 11th, 2023
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And now I know... I was wrong.
The girl’s hazel eyes were unwilling to let tears fall, holding on with pained regret. The droplets that did emerge glowed brightly, overflowing from deep within her body, and puddled on the floor in pools of worldly energies as reminders of her recent mistakes.
“Everything is breaking. I can feel it,” she said in a half-whispered cry.
The words did nothing to heal her wounds, only serving to pass the time as her face glistened.
A band of crimson moonlight slowly danced across her cheek, as if dripping from the moon itself. The color reflected from the crystal sea that ran its meridian, appearing as if made of shifting, colored glass that almost seemed alive. Her long strands of auburn hair, styled to impress, grabbed the light and glittered its own color in response. The simple dress she had scavenged from her mother’s limited wardrobe was worn with her best effort and had taken the better part of an hour to fit the way she wanted, but the excitement of wearing it had disappeared hours ago, as she hid in the shadows of her workshop.
When the rest of her tears uncontrollably erupted, they carved lines down her face, branching burning streams that she barely felt. The worst of her pain was reserved for what she clasped tightly in her hands. Something she dared not let go, despite how it stung from the pressure. Not even when it cut into the soft skin between her fingers did she relent, with blood emerging as if secretly set free.
Her hands finally slackened, flowering open to the shine of a radiant crystal. It stretched the length of her palm—long, slender, and carved into a perfectly symmetrical shape. Flawless by any definition, energy swirled inside its walls in a misty cloud, charged with a piece of her soul.
She knew little of what she had done, if any of it could be reversed, or the consequences if she tried. She scoffed at herself for not being skilled enough to navigate through these new feelings and sensations, but she suddenly realized that the beautiful object she held was completely worthless, and finally let go.
The crystal tumbled, spun once in what felt like an eternity, before hitting the wood flooring directly on its tip. The impact sent a lightning snap that left a fissure up the entire length of the jewel. Like an open wound, it spread a lattice of many other tiny cracks until it was almost completely marred. It bounced and danced across the floor then, spinning on its own axis different from what would be normal. It took its final resting place just out of reach, then crushed down into the wood plank flooring with its own gravity.
The light that had called the crystal home lifted away in a ghostly wisp. The girl paid it no mind. The light waited, as if to give her the chance to reconsider. At any moment it was ready to rush lovingly back to her, shining a bit brighter when she finally opened her eyes, though she did not look to the wisp. She knew it was there, she could feel it, but her focus was on the marks in her hands from holding onto the jewel so tightly.
The wisp fought to remain as long as it could outside the safety of a proper vessel. When no salvation came and having nothing binding it to the world, it dissipated without flash or fanfare, silently disappearing forever.
The girl immediately stopped crying and became motionless. The last bit of tears dripped from her chin to the floor, and a soft breath of air escaped her lips. There she sat silently dead inside, ready for the gods’ undertakers to ferry her away.
When the sounds of happily approaching footsteps shuffling down the road broke through the eerie quiet, she did not react. When three rhythmic knocks on the door hit her ear, she did nothing.
“Hey, Tam,” a young man, about her age, announced as he entered the house with a basket overflowing with food.
He looked to have come straight from laboring in front of a fire, wearing modest attire, fitting of a man who spends days apprenticing as a blacksmith. Spots of ash and dust spotted his clothing with his hair a perfect mess that looked good on him.
“I brought you something to eat.” He smiled, still trying to find his breath. “Well, more like my mother sent you some food.”
In the low light of the room, his cobalt eyes had to adjust. He hadn’t immediately seen her, but eventually spotted her sitting quietly and thought nothing of it, continuing to the workbench.
“I swear she loves you more than me some days.” He feigned arm pain placing the basket down, “I’m sure she’d trade me for you, if she had the chance. She has enough boys, I’m sure she would love a girl in the family,” he started to ramble, “I mean who wouldn’t want you—,” he looked up from the basket frozen for a second, trying to recover. “For a daughter. I mean, I wouldn’t...not for a daughter, or a sister, cause that would be weird. I mean not for my mom! I know she wants a daughter like you. For me. Not for me! I mean she would trade. Funny right?! Right...”
He laughed nervously and scolded himself while the room fell silent.
“Umm, your mom told my mom that I’m supposed to tell you to make sure you stop for a while and eat something, so if you’re hungry...,” he said, embarrassed breath making his already lack of it worse.
He concentrated on emptying the basket, knowing the food delivery was his mother’s way of trying to help him. He didn’t mind, because he knew he could use the assist.
“I also made that part you needed,” he composed his next words and spoke slower, pulling the item from his pocket and setting it on the workbench.
Grasping at the darkness, he found the lantern he’d previously modified, per Tam’s instruction. A small ring around the base, set at a slope, rotated freely when he tested it. Inside the lantern’s glass housing was a series of metal tubes and wires that ran to a stand. He held up the lantern in the moonlight and put in the new part he’d made. It fit perfectly.
Searching the pile of parts on the table nearby, beneath the clutter he found an ordinary looking rock with a stony grey texture and small breaks in it to reveal a crystal structure beneath. There were three shallow chiseled lines etched in distinct patterns that he checked for accuracy. Once satisfied, he placed the stone within the lantern onto a holder designed for it.
Next, he gingerly placed the lantern on the bench and ran his finger across the stone’s surface as if to wipe it clean. He then hit a switch on the lantern’s base and it began to make a barely audible hum. After a few rotations of the stone, a single spark jumped off and ignited it, as if it was made of tinder. It stayed lit, independent of any fuel source.
As light slowly built in the room, it revealed the machinery and contraptions that lined the walls; edge to edge, top to bottom. An amateur Altician’s workshop, all built custom by him and Tam. The machines looked less than refined, thrown together with mismatched parts, but it was a working setup that would rival the efficiency of some of the best city-state facilities. A sanctuary where they could practice freely.
The boy finally caught his breath. “Sorry I came over so late, but I ran into scouts of the Grand Army at Last Town’s Crossing. Of course they stopped me, concerned for my safety and all. Didn’t want to let me pass when there obviously wasn’t anything going on,” he said with joking annoyance. “Supposedly there were some Valkys in the area making trouble, but I didn’t believe it. There hasn’t been Valkys sighting in years...so naturally, I wasn’t about to let that stop me,” he boasted and looked back at Tam, noticing the dress she wore.
It made him stare and immediately feel his face flush warmly. He swore it felt hotter than the fires of the furnaces he toiled in front of daily.
“You’re wearing a dress? You normally don’t...I like it.” He paused for breath again, wishing he’d taken more time to be presentable, but shook the idea since he’d never been cleaned-up around her before. Working as they did, neither one of them was hardly ever clean. “It looks...you look pretty,” he finished, at which he was surprised she said nothing.
The awkward silence became too much, and he changed the subject as quickly as he could.
“Uh, hey. So...your idea, the one that you told me about yesterday?” He placed the empty basket on the floor. “And I don’t want to know where or how you came up with it, but I was thinking...it could work. Maybe. I think you’d have to be crazy to try it, ‘cause I still don’t think you can define it so easily, like the other elements. But if what you say is right, you’d only need a large enough stone. Not even a stone, it would have to be all crystal really. And it would have to be perfect, and I mean perfect,” he urged, waiting for an expectantly happy response at having her ideas validated, but again he received nothing.
“Tam?” his voice rose with concern. “You’re not mad at me for saying you were wrong before, are you? Or are you mad ‘cause I went through the woods by myself? I’m fine, just look.” He patted his chest lightly. He’d gladly accept her lack of response as either anger or concern, but as he moved a few steps towards her, he realized she still wasn’t moving at all. It didn’t look as if she was even breathing.
All his selfish concerns disappeared. Not realizing her condition as soon as he’d entered tore at him harshly and sent a twinge crawling up the back of his neck. His legs couldn’t move fast enough, and he almost fell as he knelt near her. His knee hit the broken jewel, and it made a hollow, unsettling ringing as it rolled away. He caught a glimpse of it, the crystal with a long crack along its surface, and his eyes widened, trying to work out what he was looking at.
“Tam, what did you do?” he asked hastily.
“It’s gone, Keagan,” her softly spoken words escaped, barely including a glance from her lifeless eyes.
“What do you mean gone? What’s wrong?”
She grabbed her chest. “Empty...it’s empty...and he...I want him...to feel this...”
It was hard for Keagan to understand her as each word seemed to be harder and harder for her to speak, as if she couldn’t hold in air. She looked to the crystal, and her body swayed in its direction—drawn to it.
Keagan held her back and followed her eyes to the jewel on the floor. “No! You did it, didn’t you? Why?!”
“He was supposed to...I thought we were...,” she paused and took in enough air to say, “I want to make him suffer.” Those words came out effortlessly with a justified strength to curse the one she hadn’t named. It had a haunting sound that scared Keagan.
“Stay here, I’m going to get help,” he said and made sure Tam was sitting comfortably, but before he could fully stand, she grabbed him by the wrist.
“...help me,” she pleaded.
“I’m trying to, but I can’t fix what’s wrong with you. I need to find someone to—.”
Her hand rose to meet his face and she lovingly caressed his cheek. Keagan froze at the sudden and unexpected show of affection, and it admittedly made him swim with enjoyment. He’d waited a lifetime for her to show him an affectionate touch, and it felt better than he could have imagined.
The feeling lasted for a few beats of his fluttering heart, when suddenly it was stolen away by a sharp, piercing pain.
Tam had somehow summoned the crystal from the floor, to her hand, and lodged it in his chest.
Nothing in Keagan’s short life had prepared for such an immobilizing mixture of sensations. His only recourse was to look down to the point of pain, concreting the fact that it was the crystal that had been stabbed into him.
He became light-headed, and his vision blurred from the pain and inability to comprehend the situation. When he made an attempt to speak, his voice was absent, lost behind the surges of agony. He spoke with his eyes instead, giving Tam a terrified stare and silently pleading for mercy.
“You will help me,” she demanded with a growing intensity in her voice.
I’d do anything for you, he thought, in a moment of clarity.
Alterence, in all its complexity, was made simple by Tam, who used the crystal unaided by any machinery. With a thought and a light press of her finger, lines of energy snaked across the crystal’s surface, multiplying and configuring connections between hidden points.
In any other situation, it would have been beautiful the way she conducted the pulsating energy—like living art. The jewel flowered with renewed life and energy, and in that moment, Keagan’s friend, colleague, and unrequited love gave and took everything.
Affection and pain. Trust and betrayal. A battle forged in the tormented soul of one girl, and he would be the one to bear witness to her transformation. His soul was hers, forcibly torn from his body as he screamed with a previously unknowable pain, a sound that carried briskly throughout the night and echoed in the silence of the sleeping village.
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“The world only knows how to give.” - Great Mother Veacha
Third quarter of the Indigo Moon, Year 362 AA (After Alterence)
12th summer of the Orahai
Seven Steps Forest
With a slow, inaudible breath, she felt her lungs fill and held it while she moved, the young girl who was far beyond her seventh step. Far beyond what it took anyone unfamiliar with the aptly named forest to get lost in its dense and repeating foliage. But lost, she was not. Her controlled and eased exhale provided her comfort enough to settle herself for her next movement.
Relax, she told her body, most especially her racing heart. She shifted her entire weight to balance on her palms as she brought her feet forward. She looked far too young to be venturing out on her own, as she had been told countless times, but she didn’t like to listen. She wouldn’t let age be the factor that determined when she could become a hunter or a useful tribeswoman, not when she knew she was beyond capable.
She would not wait for someone to label her something that was instinctual and came naturally. Things like that indescribable feeling that made someone want to pray, made them want to capture their own dinner, and by their own means. It was satisfying. Exhilarating. And even when hunger wasn’t the drive, she could always find sport in the chase.
In the world of Nevold, she was Manyari, and that meant only her talent and skill mattered. For her people living in the wilds, it was simple. Live today so you might fight tomorrow, and so yesterday’s fights allow others to live today.
It was a deeply ingrained mantra not actively practiced by the child huntress. She let the others worry about the grander concerns of the tribe like revitalizing their lacking numbers. She simply wanted to hunt.
Barely into her eighth summer of life, she was already quite convinced that she’d never care about raising a child. Infants weren’t particularly appealing, slightly ugly if she’d had to say, and she was far too independent to have to be tied down to one. There was too much effort and care that went into raising one from what she saw.
She forgot about her people for the time being and focused her mind on listening for the slow footsteps of woodland prey and keeping herself concealed. Her full stalking posture had her nearly flat against the ground with arms and legs tight to her body. She mimicked the swaying brush when wind passed through, blending into the environment. It was a skill she liked to flaunt.
She adjusted her head ornament, the bone skull of a scaled Valkys, as it was too large for her without strapping through the eye cavities. Running parallel to the curve of the skull, where something would have normally sprouted if the creature was still alive, protruded her actual living horns, long and spiraling. They pivoted independently of the mask and moved in segments like tendrils, and were a muddied brown color. They billowed in the wind as she slowly shifted the skull again to fit tighter.
Her ears, long and with black fur covering them, twitched as they slowly crept out from hiding in the concave cavities built into the underside of her horns. They flicked in every direction, making no noise, and bounced eagerly as she moved. They took in all the sounds and vibrations from meters around as a reward, painting a view of her surroundings better than her orange, hazel-flecked eyes could see at times, impressive as they had the clarity and range that could rival most birds of prey.
She thoroughly enjoyed all the sensory gifts passed down by the Valkys side of her ancestry. They made her feel invincible. Proud, though arrogant, to be so fearless when alone in a forest that even the most seasoned hunters would be cautious in. She grinned large enough for her cheeks to pop out the side of the helmet.
Before moving on, she smeared more moss and dirt across the whole of the white bone helmet. She wanted to match that section of the forest, which had many small budding flowers everywhere. One larger flower in particular caught her eye and she placed it between her two horns. She would claim it was for camouflage, never admitting she’d put it there because she thought it was pretty.
She snaked her way through the forest undetected, not only because of her disguise or meticulous movements, but by how she seemed to effortlessly slip past objects. Her reddish-tan skin, with its occasional stripes and dots of darker discoloration, held the secret of her free movement. With almost unnoticeable scales that completely covered her there was little friction from her surroundings as everything seemed to bend away from her, like a creature moving through water. At the more vital parts of her body, scales had begun to grow bigger and more raised. Places like her shoulders, the sides of her neck, knees and elbows, her outer thighs, forearms, and on her right-side chest over her heart, all showed signs of change. And when the light broke through the branches, it made her skin shine a radiant, iridescent shimmer of reds and oranges.
Like her horns, her scales were another all-important trait passed down the long lineage that was usually forgotten. A lineage that existed long before Manyari were brought into the world, when Man and Valkys were not enemies and were able to form a bond that bridged two different peoples. So long ago it seemed like a fairy tale, no more real than the gods that slept and supposedly watched over all from above.
Her ears swiveled back and forth, suddenly facing forward as they honed in. A large buck-toothed rodent, with its uselessly small front paws and abnormally large back ones, hopped into her view, scavenging for food. A rahtani. An all too common, skittish creature that had the ability to replace their numbers as easily as they were diminished by predators. It cautiously pushed up onto its hind paws, which gave it several extra centimeters of height, to reach a branch with fruit.
The girl crept closer and unsheathed a dagger slung across her chest. Without moving, a spectrum of color swept across her as she instinctually changed the direction of her scales to make sure light wouldn’t reflect toward the unsuspecting animal. A slow straightening out of her limbs kept her perfectly balanced as she clawed fingers into the ground. Her muscles tightened visibly and it further redefined her outline.
I am a MIGHTY Valkys and I’m going to eat you, she thought gleefully.
On the brink of her attack, she relaxed suddenly, and one of her ears swiveled back. She knew without looking who had found her.
“Tahdwi,” she grumbled quietly, preceding the arrival of another Manyari child.
Tahdwi, her self-appointed best friend, had an uncanny ability to track and find her, with what she supposed was some sort of dark, yarik power. Tahdwi had appeared out of nowhere, dressed far more casually with a simple dress. Her hair, a nice earthy brunette, was artfully braided around the top of her head and horns. Compared to the single flower on the girl’s bone helmet, Tahdwi had a garden of different flowers woven into her hair and clothes. Her scales glistened with a more blueish-green accent to her naturally tan skin color.
“Ashava,” Tahdwi named her friend, skillful enough to not alert the rahtani.
“Not now,” Ashava urged, and retracted her ears back below her horns in a menacing way.
Still not looking at Tahdwi, she tried to stay the effective hunter and maintain her lock on her target.
Tahdwi’s ears wiggled happily enough that Ashava could hear them. She shifted back to stop her friend’s ears and push them back under her horns.
When Ashava returned to her lower position, Tahdwi followed and took a short breath.
“Ashava, you’ll never guess—” but Tahdwi was quickly silenced. Her eyes crossed as she looked down at Ashava’s hand covering her mouth. She smiled and joyfully pushed it away. “You’ll never guess what happened? There were more babies today,” the girl squeaked, as if the words were forced out.
“You didn’t even give me a chance to answer,” Ashava whispered as she shook her head. “So what?”
The rahtani stopped reaching for the fruit for a second and looked around. Ashava panicked and dug her feet immediately into the soft ground a little more, believing she’d lost her element of surprise.
“There was a boy!” Tahdwi practically howled.
Ashava flinched and watched her prey scurry away, along with a dozen other animals that were startled by Tahdwi.
“Tahdwi!” Ashava pulled her helmet off, and released the tangle of black hair that matched her ears. She turned to Tahdwi, visibly angry, but was taken aback by the big, happy-eared grin of the girl. It wasn’t until Ashava really processed the information that her scowl transformed into shock and amazement.
And secretly, excitement.
“A boy?! Nuh-uh.”
“YES!”
“Who was the mother?”
“Great Mother Saleal,” Tahdwi corrected.
“Right, right. And was there any like me?” Ashava curiously hoped.
“I don’t think so. No second-mother births. They all had the same father, remember?”
Ashava tensed the side of her face, but quickly cleared herself of the feeling of disappointment.
“Did you tell anyone else?”
“No...” Tahwdi sounded a bit offended. “You’re my First friend, most important! I wanted to tell you first.”
“No one?”
“NO!”
“Good!” Ashava pivoted masterfully on her heel, twirling like a dancer that she would never agree to be called. In the same motion she secured the helmet and dagger to her sling and aimed herself straight in the direction of their village.
Tahdwi admired the grace of the spin, until Ashava planted both feet and shot away with one powerful burst, starting their unfair race.
“Hey!” Tahdwi complained.
“Better hurry up, or I’m gonna see him first!” Ashava yelled over her shoulder, while vaulting over deadfall.
“What? Wait! That’s not fair!” Tahdwi said, now in full pursuit. “I’m the one who found out!”
“Come on, Tahdwi!” Ashava called back to her. “You’re gonna miss it!”
Tahdwi had no chance to keep up but tried her hardest. Through sheer will and burning muscles, she managed to catch up and locked angry eyes with Ashava, who laughed at the ugly face Tahdwi was making. Tahdwi didn’t stay mad long and eventually laughed.
Ashava slowed to a pace they both could maintain so they would see the boy together.
At the speed they ran, it would only take a quarter of the time to get back to the village. They followed the unmarked paths, past the boundaries between the forest and the clearing that opened up to rows and rows of crops reaching high for the midday sun. They were painted with colors from filtered sunlight through the canopy of huge petals that were tall enough that an adult Manyari could stand fully and still be shaded.
Ashava and Tahdwi each selected one of the cultivated paths between tall stalks as their racing lanes. Each time they would look at one another, they laughed, seeing different colors wash over them, and they soon forgot about the competition all together.
Out of nowhere, water rained from the clear sky, dousing the girls with increasingly heavy drops. They didn’t stop running, but did exchange a concerned look. There wasn’t a cloud to be seen, so they knew this wasn’t a surprise rain shower. They immediately peered through the thick canopy to the center of the field, where they saw the large boulder, the size of a small hut. Its decorations of paint and twisted rope designated it as the East watering stone, which functioned as a waymarker back home. Its glow was bright enough to be seen in the daylight as it spewed water haphazardly in random directions.
The large boulder had been set there before the field was even a crop, and took twenty Manyari to move. Outwardly, it was as normal as any other large stone, except it had crystalline properties that made it useful as a storing vessel for yarik—the world’s energy.
Being caught in the fields during watering times was a good way to get in trouble as yarik could be dangerous, regardless of the element. A stone of that size required near constant attention and focusing of its power, and turning it on or off was never a simple affair.
Ashava frantically looked for the fieldworker, but she failed to see one. There were consequences for abandoning a yarik stone, but it was evident that someone had left in a hurry.
The moment the village could be seen through the end of the field, a riled cheer erupted. News had traveled fast and Tahdwi’s secret wasn’t much of one anymore.
Ashava looked disappointedly at her friend, “Tahdwi!?”
“I don’t know how they could have found out!”
“Well, they know!”
“I didn’t tell anyone…” Tahdwi apologized.
Ashava grabbed Tahdwi’s hand and hurried to the center of the village. Absent of traffic, they furiously careened around corners and down the dirt paths that separated the rows of small, similar looking homes of their sister Manyari. The clamoring of voices billowed from just beyond what they could see, and grew louder as they reached their last turn. A stylish drift around the final corner and they found themselves at the outward edge of a crowd of Manyari, twenty deep and all women.
Before them stood the Chieftess’s hut with its forecourt where the announcement would most likely be made. A wall of women much taller than the two still growing girls screened anything from view. They decided to split and look for breaks in the crowd, but each time one would appear, it would be filled by a curious Manyari trying to see. Ashava grumbled loudly enough that it surprised those near her, who looked down, thinking they’d be faced with some sort of animal.
She became increasingly aggravated, not only with her inability to see, but how her lacking height did her no benefit. Being young meant she was shorter, but compared to other girls her age, she was also the runt. A fact only whispered about in close-knit circles as no one would dare insult her or her family. Most girls took victory in that they had already hit growth spurts, and would probably always be taller than her. More importantly, other girls already had their first experiences with yarik, where Ashava had not.
Ashava watched the people eye her oddly, but ignored them as she scurried away along the outside of the crowd in an increasingly futile attempt.
“I can’t even see the front,” she huffed under her breath. “Where did Tahdwi go?”
“I think she’s up there,” a girl of equal height, with plain dark features and horns that looked small for her age, informed Ashava. “Her mama came and got her.”
Ashava huffed again.
“I’ll stay with you,” the girl offered. “It’s nice here. Less people.”
“No, Deuna, I got to find a way to the front.”
“You sure?” Deuna asked bashfully.
“Yeah,” Ashava mildly answered.
“Ashava, this way!” Tahdwi’s hand appeared from within the crowd, grabbed Ashava, and pulled her in.
“Okay. Bye,” Deuna pouted.
Tahdwi navigated Ashava and herself through the towering forest of people, retracing her path. They squeezed in and out, between, and under, to quickly make it to the front, but not without angering a few along the way. Once there, they waited. Waited longer than they were ready for, considering how hard they fought to get there on time. It slowly wore on Ashava’s nonexistent patience.
“So, does he have a name?” Ashava asked.
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
Tahdwi hesitated and responded timidly, “I don’t know...”
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
“I didn’t have a chance to find out. I came to get you as soon as I heard.”
Ashava scoffed, listening to others who might know. The people around her began to clamor and discuss wildly about the rumors floating about, but nothing was answered. Most didn’t see when the two female Manyari Wind Riders exited the hut. Their armor, aerodynamic layered leather with finely carved bone helmets and intricate spears, made them look like a pair of Valkys waking from a den.
They looked around for a moment and then turned back to part the door. The Chieftess of Orahai finally emerged in a grand exit donning her most formal of head dresses, similar in structure to the skull that Ashava was frantically trying to hide. The Chieftess’s hair was beautiful highlighted brown, kept in a tight weave that fell over her right shoulder. It rested beautifully beside the patch of green scales, over her worn and slightly frayed shawl that had been passed down for generations. Its colors were muted, but against the drab browns and yellows of most everything around, she stood out as a woman of importance.
Her horns stood tall, bound together and held upright with a golden plate, exposing her ears which flared outward. When she spread her free hand to welcome her people, her outfit chimed with the sound of adorned stones hitting against each other. In her other arm was her own recent addition to her tribe. A baby girl, who she hushed as she began to fuss. The crowd took the direction as if for them and quieted themselves.
The Chieftess basked in the loving smiles of those who had gathered and took the moment to admire each of them. During her sweeping gaze, she spotted her daughter and summoned her to join her side. When Ashava didn’t immediately move, Tahdwi pushed her into the open area of the assembly. She stumbled and flushed with embarrassment, scrambling to hide the skull behind her. She strode to her mother, acting as if nothing was wrong in a painfully obvious attempt but eventually gave up and presented the skull to her mother as if it was a gift and bowed courteously.
“You’re in trouble,” the Chieftess said with a raised eyebrow and took the mask gently.
“I know,” Ashava accepted.
“Hold your sister,” she directed and placed the baby in her arms.
They both turned to face the crowd, one with a joyous smile, the other with a half-worried one. The Chieftess placed both hands firmly on her daughter’s shoulders and presented her family proudly. Ashava looked up as her mother squeezed her reassuringly.
“I didn’t expect something this important to stay secret for long, so I’m sure you know why I called you here.” The Chieftess smiled, which started a wave of smiles in response. “Yes, our family is a little bit bigger today!”
The crowd cheered, and she waited patiently until they calmed themselves.
“And what you have heard is true. Mother Saleal has given birth,” she paused for greater effect, “to a boy!”
Immediately, she was drowned out by the sounds of uncontained joy, letting it last for as long as their lungs could project their happiness. The voices eventually hushed to murmurs and she continued.
“Without question, we are all in her debt. You have all made this village a sanctuary, a place where we can survive, and that has not always been easy. But we stand here as proof that Manyari did not give up. That we few will continue to fight, for we are still here, and always will be. Today, we give thanks to her, for she is now and forever, Great Mother Saleal of the Orahai.”
For a third time, the crowd burst into uncontrollable cheers, the likes of which made the forest around them rumble. The two guards parted the doors again and the Great Mother walked out with the face of exhaustion and pride. The midwife had done her best to make her presentable, but sweat still covered her face and dampened her robes. Her dark blonde mane of disheveled hair was a mess held in wraps and stood out as the only different color amongst the shifting dark haired heads of the rest of the tribe. She scanned the happy faces, trying to give everyone a deserved ‘thank you’ before turning to her Chieftess.
“Thank you, Ejah,” Saleal smiled.
Ejah helped the Great Mother present her son to the world. Saleal gently cradled him in her arms, pulling the blanket from his face to allow him to see the sunlight for the first time. His small horns barely covered his small ears, getting lost in the already full head of short red hair. He hardly made a noise as he focused on her. The oceans of his blue eyes connected to the fields of her green and they spoke to each other before they would ever speak real words.
Ejah cozied up to the new mother and brushed the head of the child lovingly. She palmed his head and smiled gratefully as the child cooed.
“You made a beautiful child. And that hair,” Ejah said almost enviously. “You sure he’s yours?”
“Funny,” Saleal cracked an appreciative smile.
While they admired him, a small wisp of energy floated past, which only he saw. He grasped for it as it gingerly moved out of reach.
An older woman emerged as if secretly summoned. The Wisewoman of Orahai, with her silvery hair with an odd tinge of red that suggested it was once a vibrant color. Her gray scales ran the curve of her chin, small but noticeable. She was adorned like Ejah, but with a wardrobe far less faded and more decorated. Each trinket and piece of jewelry described a lifetime of work serving her people, though some would simply consider her to be a hoarder. She never argued the point, but did always find a use for everything she carried. It was her task to be prepared.
She calmly watched the newborn reach out for the wisp that she also saw, “This child is blessed by spirits,” she suddenly proclaimed.
The congregation took that as a cue to let out another resounding cheer, but Saleal didn’t let it enter her mind. All she could feel was love and pride for her boy, dreaming of all the greatness his future would bring.
You are my world now, was her truth from that moment, and it would be more real and meaningful than any breath she’d ever take again. Her life would be for him—with him. Now and for always.
The cheers continued and embraces were traded, not subiding until someone from the crowd asked, “What’s his name?!”
Saleal, admiring the tiny life in her hands, almost missed the question, but responded a curiously happy, “His name...?”
“Yeah?!” someone else confirmed the question, and then the audience forcefully hushed themselves and held completely still.
“His name,” she thought, looking to the sky. “His name is...”
-
"You are more yourself today, than you were yesterday or will be tomorrow."
- Blessing of the Seasons
First quarter of the Blue Moon, Year 367 AA
5 years later, 17th Spring of the Orahai
“Ke-mah-ni,” the young Manyari girl sang his name, crossing her arms and staring victoriously with piercing cyan eyes. “You lost again. You better not be letting me win.”
Kemahni, the sole son of Orahai, made an unappreciative thud against the ground when being pinned by the Chieftess’ youngest daughter, Kiyadeh, of his same age.
“That’s three times, Ke!”
“I’m not letting you,” Kemahni huffed in resigned defeat.
“Let’s play again then!”
“You always pick games you win. It’s no fun.”
“I won’t try as hard,” she lied.
She used Kemahni's chest to push off, but stopped when she felt an abnormal bump.
“What’s in your shirt?”
“Nothing.”
“What are you hiding? I wanna see it!”
“No, Yaya. Stop!”
She fought him against his will and pulled down his shirt to reveal his secret. Underneath was the formation of thicker, larger scales, above his sternum.
“You got your first hard scales? You got it before me? How? That’s not fair. How long have you had this?” she bombarded him.
“What’s going on?” Ashava suddenly broke into the conversation.
Ashava, Kiyadeh’s older sister, stood watching curiously as the two tussled. Kiyadeh stood quickly and pointed excitedly at Kemahni.
“Kemahni’s got—”
“Yaya, don’t tell her!”
Ashava looked sternly at her sister. “Kiyadeh, Mother’s looking for you.”
“But guess what Ke—”
“Go, you know she doesn’t like waiting.”
“Fine. Don’t go anywhere,” Kiyadeh finished at Kemahni, “and don’t tell her without me! I’ll be right back!”
Kiyadeh rushed away as fast as her tiny legs could carry her, to the annoyed head shake of her sister.
“What is she going on about?” Ashava asked to the nothing behind her.
Kemahni had bolted away, but she glimpsed him entering his family hut. She cracked an interested smile and slowly followed.
Inside, Kemahni flew past his mother, who almost mistook him for a rush of air as he zoomed into the back room.
“Kemahni?” his mother called.
Her voice scared him into frantically looking for something to drape over himself, since Kiyadeh’s roughness had stretched his shirt and left his scales visible.
Saleal came into the room with the faintest scowl of worry. “Kemahni, are you in here?”
The commotion near a chest in the back alerted her to his presence. She moved curiously around a partition of banded branches and found Kemahni struggling to find the hole of three different shirts, none of which fit properly.
“What are you doing?” Saleal asked in laughter as he fought the clothing. “Would you like some help?”
“No. I'm okay.”
“You don’t look okay,” she said, pulling at all the shirts.
“No. I can do it.”
She felt him resist, holding onto the last shirt as she pulled it away.
"I’m trying to help you.”
Once freed of the shirts, Kemahni crossed his arms trying to hide his chest.
“What’s wrong?” she asked sweetly.
“Nothing.” He shook his head. “I’m cold.”
“You’re cold?” she said doubtfully, feeling the warm morning through the doorway.
He nodded quickly.
“Then you should put one of these other shirts back on, but not all three.” She smiled.
He shook his head again.
“Okay, Mahi, what’s wrong?” her careful mothering tone asked.
Kemahni’s arms loosened and slowly dropped to his side.
Saleal beamed. “Your first hard scale. Seems like it came in overnight.”
“I don’t like it,” he grumbled.
“It's a perfectly normal and wonderful thing.”
Saleal helped him dress in one of the other shirts but lost her smile for the second he was obscured. Once the shirt no longer covered his face, she held his chin gingerly.
“You’re growing, Mahi. We all do, and when we do, we have a chance to be better and stronger. Don’t you want to be strong?” His head rose and his ears perked up from beneath his horns. “Like Ashava. She has big scales, and she is tough, right?”
“Yeah…” he agreed.
“Just think, someday soon, you’ll be able to beat her in a race. Maybe even today.”
“You think so?”
“I know so,” she said confidently. “Because you are Manyari, and Manyari do not fear…”
“We fight!” he cheered.
"Who we fighting?" Ashava added gleefully to the conversation as she walked through the door, feigning an attack posture.
Ashava, now into her thirteenth summer, strode confidently to meet mother and son. Her armored leather made her equally ready to fight anything real or dreamt up by Kemhani. The pair of yarik-less axes solidified her battle-readiness.
Saleal gave her a welcoming smile. "Good morning, Ashava."
“Gooood Morning, Great Mother,” she returned with enthusiasm.
“You’re looking well.”
She bowed her head. “Thank you. Feeling well!”
“You might need that today. Kemahni is full of energy and might give you a workout.”
“Thanks for the warning.”
They exchanged a hearty smile. Then Ashava felt an unexpected tug on her belt as Kemahni had snuck around without either noticing.
“Hey Ashava!”
“Hey Ke. You're getting good. Didn't even see you.”
“Look, look. I got my first hard scale today!” Kemahni boasted without acknowledging Ashava's compliment.
“Oh yeah?”
Kemahni pulled down the collar of his shirt and presented his scale proudly.
“Well look at that.” She tapped it twice. “Very nice. Guessing that was what Kiyadeh was all excited about?”
“Yeah.” He paused, but then grew a shockingly large grin. “But she’s not gonna beat me anymore, because I’m gonna be strong like you.”
“You think so?”
“Yup. Probably stronger,” he said, "but don't be mad. We can still play together."
“We’ll see about that,” she happily contested. Ashava rose to meet his mother. “I’ll take him now.” She ended with a bow and held out her hand for him to grab. “We’ll be back before sunfall.”
“Great.” Saleal returned a grateful bow and bent down to Kemahni. “Be good to your Guardian, and do as she says.”
“Yes, Mama.”
Saleal hugged him quickly, and let go with another solemn smile that Kemahni missed. She waved once, but neither noticed as they were already preoccupied planning their activities for the day. Saleal held the worry inside where no one could see, and let the joyfully bounding steps of the two leaving children be enough for her to return to her daily tasks and forget about her deep thoughts.
Meanwhile, Kiyadeh exited her home and turned to head deeper into the village. As she reached Kemahni’s hut, Saleal was exiting. Her eyes grew wide and she came to an abrupt stop when faced with the Great Mother.
“Where’s Ke?”
“He’s with Ashava.”
“No! They’re gonna leave without me!”
Without another word, she sprinted for the outskirts of town with the same panic as before.
“Be careful!” Saleal cried out, knowing the words probably wouldn’t reach her.
“Was that my daughter?” Ejah asked from down the road.
“Might have been, or some kind of runaway Valkys.”
Ejah held her straight face, unappreciative of the joke. “I’m gonna have to give that child direction soon if she doesn’t start taking responsibility and stop thinking everyday is for play.”
“She is a child. Let her stay that way for as long as she can.”
“We don’t have that luxury.”
“I suppose not,” Saleal barely spoke, as she looked far into the distance, toward the escaping Kiyadeh and her son far away.
***
On their way out of the village, Kemahni and Ashava took a route through the fields. They looked around before sneaking under the high canopies of flowering stalks. Kemahni tugged at Ashava’s belt.
“I want to fly,” Kemahni requested.
Ashava swayed her head. “This might be the last time, Ke. You’re getting too big.”
“No, you’re strong, you can always do it.”
“Probably,” she flexed childishly, “but when is it my turn?”
“When I get bigger?” He shrugged.
“Until then, I’ll show you how to do it right!”
Ashava surprised him and suddenly hoisted him into the air. He erupted in gleeful laughter and immediately extended his arms and legs to mimic a bird. They soared down the lane between the stalks, jutting from one lane to the next as they made their way through. While held aloft, Kemahni let his hands tap the stalks, making a rhythmic tempo. He nabbed one and it broke free.
He held his mock weapon and declared, “Look, Ashava, I’m a Wind Rider.”
“Then this is the longest jump anyone has ever done!” she said.
They both laughed and broke through the last line of the field. Immediately on the other side, Tahdwi was crouched, tending to newly tilled crops. She was looking in their direction, having heard their not so quiet playing.
Tahdwi had already begun to grow into a young woman with delicate curves, looking as she eventually always would—adult but forever youthful. She retained fair skin and a roundish face, and was skinny without much muscle definition. Her horns were close together back along the curve of her head, with her ears out and at attention. She let them sway in the gentle breeze that seemed to always follow her. The life nearby unnoticeably bent towards her, like how grass would brush gratefully at her ankles, or how a soft rain would hover above only to cool her on a warm day.
Ashava slowed, “Time to land, Ke,” and placed him down, where he dropped the stalk in his hand.
“Tawi!” Kemahni exuberantly shouted, still having trouble saying her name.
He ran over to her and leapt into her waiting arms. She embraced him with a long and tight hug, the kind he always expected from her. Kemahni pushed away long enough to squish Tahdwi’s checks together and kiss her appreciatively on the lips.
“Good morning, Kemahni,” she thanked him.
He hugged her again as she rose to greet Ashava with Kemahni cradled in her arms.
“Should I be jealous?” Ashava asked.
Tahdwi kissed Ashava on the cheek. “How about now?”
“Nope, not anymore.”
“Are you going to have a baby?” Kemahni asked the two.
Ashava and Tahdwi glanced embarrassedly at each other, but held their gaze for a lingering moment.
Ashava laughed, “Not anytime soon, but maybe one day. Maybe Tahdwi can with your help.”
“Why not you?”
Ashava paused and exchanged another look with Tahdwi.
“Because we all know she’ll be a better mother.” Ashava winked, and Tahdwi appropriately blushed.
Kemahni looked up at Tahdwi and nodded with a big smile, “Mama says that someday I get to help everyone!”
“Yes, and we all look forward to that someday.” Tahdwi nuzzled Kemahni affectionately before placing him down.
He hopped and skipped around with a newfound joy in his bounce. They watched him briefly, admiring the innocence.
“You know you would have made a good mother,” Tahdwi said.
“Maybe, but I think it’s best we focus on you fulfilling that role, and I’ll just be there to help.” They both watched him carefully disappear in and out of the field. “Honestly, I sometimes think it’s better that I can’t. He’s enough some days and can you imagine if I had a child?” Ashava shuddered.
“If they had your strength and fearlessness, I think they’d be okay. It’s what I admire about you.”
At that Ashava had to pivot to hide her beaming face. She looked back at the crops they had come through. “Fields are looking great.”
Tahdwi knowingly smirked and caressed one of the flowers. “They are,” she said but her face saddened when she noticed the broken stalk. “Oh, that is no good.” She moved quickly to retrieve it.
“Yeah, sorry. We might have gotten a little carried away,” Ashava said.
“You should take care with all life,” Tahdwi softly scolded, but let her smile immediately return. “It’s okay. This is how it is sometimes.” She beckoned Kemahni to join her.
“I’m sorry Tawi,” he said.
“It’s okay. I will show you how you can make things better.”
Tahdwi pulled the head of the flower through her hands to free the seeds. They tumbled into Kemahni’s waiting hands, as he awed at the amount that was being deposited.
“Endings don’t have to be endings,” Tahdwi taught, while she removed a single seed from his hand. “With love,” she carved a small hole for the seed, gently placed it, then covered it, “anything can grow.”
She rubbed one of her two crystal earrings, activating the yarik inside. Ashava and Kemahni watched with anticipation as Tahdwi bent down closer to the seed. She closed her eyes and spoke softly as a wind carried her voice.
Grow with my help
So I may too
A little of me
I give to you
She barely vocalized the words, yet both Ashava and Kemahni heard her voice as if it was said directly in their ear. Slowly, the ground shifted and out pushed the leading bud of the seed. Kemahni dropped to his knees, wide eyed at the sudden germination. Ashava cracked a proud smile and joined the two to look at the sprout.
“You really are amazing.” Ashava praised.
“Thank you.” Tahdwi blushed.
“I didn’t know you could do that!” Kemahni exclaimed.
“I didn’t do anything that it wouldn’t do on its own. I just gave it a little help.”
“I want to learn!”
Ashava and Tahdwi gave each other an incredulous look, but amused him nonetheless.
“You don’t need yarik to make the world move,” Tahdwi lovingly said, “you just need to believe in the bonds between us all.”
“Yeah, you’re already strong,” Ashava bolstered, then she winked with the eye he couldn’t see, “and hey, I can’t use yarik and that never stopped me!”
“Will you ever be able to use yarik?”
“No,” she chuckled.
“Why not?”
“Some things are just the way they are, and you can’t fix them, so you learn to be okay with them and not let them slow you down. Remember that: don’t let anything stop you from being the best you can be.”
“Nothing will stop me!” Kemahni sprang to his feet, saying, “I’m gonna be super strong!” and struck a powerful pose.
The girls laughed and watched him pick back up the stalk as a weapon, swing it around wildly, imitating how he thought weapon strikes looked. He lost himself in mock-battle, away from Ashava who thanked and hugged Tahdwi before leaving her to tend to the field.
“Alright, strong one, let’s see if you can beat me to the wall,” Ashava challenged.
Kemahni discarded the stalk again and hopped around Ashava ready to race, stopping to run in place as a means of intimidation. “If I win—”
“IF you win.” Ashava teased.
“You scared I’m gonna win?!”
Ashava raised a bemused eyebrow. “Terrified.”
"If I win, you have to carry me all the way back home."
"You’re really trying to break me with that aren’t you?" She grinned widely at the puzzled child, and turned him around. She patted him on the back and he jutted forward. “But first you have to win. First one to the wards?”
“Yup!” Kemahni gleefully agreed and planted his feet.
Ashava mimicked his posture, but only for show.
“Ready. Steady.” She paused.
Kemahni false-started twice before angrily turning to her, “Are you gonna say—”
“Go!” Ashava said as she launched in a quick sprint.
“Hey!” Kemahni cried, having no trouble getting traction and coming to full speed.
The competition took them out of the village and deeper into the fields. Eventually, the gap between Kemahni and Ashava grew distant, kept that way by Ashava, who smirked everytime Kemahni pushed himself to maintain his lead. When he looked back, Ashava slowed and placed her hands on her knees, reaching for him with feigning fatigue. He smiled in preemptive victory, crested the small hill, and used the downward slope to increase his speed.
The last few races had taught him to never stop running, not until he reached the goal. Not until he was victorious.
The moment he crested the hill, she grinned with great intent and took a wide turn around the base of the hill, accelerating quickly.
Kemahni’s steps and breath were heavy but his pace had not relented. He saw the top of the ward wall rise over the crest of the next short hill. The wards that comprised the wall were large wooden pillars spaced about twenty meters apart. Atop each carved and decorated pillar was a crudely shaped stone, brimming with yarik energies that stretched an invisible wall of blade-thin water between the wards. Distortions would intermittently appear to give the wall dimension, but only for a fraction of a second. From the other side, it reflected the trees to give the illusion of an everlasting forest that concealed their home.
Before the wall was the slow end of the Cascade River, a leapable river that ran down from the Shelf Mountains and swerved gently along the length of the ward wall. Lucky for him, there was no sign of Ashava, and his excitement swelled. He quickened as much as his already tired body could to race to the finish.
When the goal ward came into view, his face soured.
"No!" he said in disbelief.
All his joyous feelings promptly left when he saw Ashava leaning on the ward. She pushed off with one hand to greet his arrival.
“Took you long enough." Ashava said plainly.
“What?! How?”
“Yarik.”
“You liar!”
“I was so worried about losing, it just came to me. Pure force of will!” Ashava said in an obviously fake boast.
“You cheated.”
“I don’t need to cheat, and I don’t need yarik,” she smiled secretly.
Kemahni furrowed his brow and huffed in disagreement while he crossed the river, kicking the water to make big splashes.
“The race isn’t over till we both touch the ward."
Ashava stepped aside and waved Kemahni to pass. He shambled in defeat, and as he moved to place his hand on the wooden structure of the ward, he felt a spark of energy zip into him that he’d never felt before. The odd sensation surprised him, but he didn't pull away from it. It seemed to move back and forth in rhythmic intervals. It became slightly overwhelming, and he didn't let his hand linger, pulling it back slowly. The concealing wall between that ward and the next distorted, but not enough for either of them to notice.
Ashava hopped back across the river, beckoning Kemahni to follow. He did the same jump with a lot more effort in order to clear.
“You did good today. You were faster than I've ever seen you. I was worried for a moment,” Ashava feigned.
Kemahni took a moment to respond, returning his focus to what she’d said.
“No you weren’t,” Kemahni asserted.
“You’re right, I wasn’t.”
She laughed, and pulled him in close. She attacked his most ticklish spots, forcing him to let loose a roar of laughter. He squirmed until freed and tumbled away to catch his breath.
“One day, I’m gonna win,” he said between breaths.
“I have no doubt.” Ashava stood and looked briefly at the area. “Hey, let’s play Grave Walkers. I'll hide first.”
“You always make me be the Valkys first.”
“I like hiding more.”
“I like hiding too!”
“Okay, okay.” She conceded happily. She turned him about, patting him on the shoulder. “Go hide.”
Kemahni nodded over enthusiastically and sprinted away to find a hiding spot.
"Don't go too far and stay on this side of the river," she said with diminishing effort, doubting he had heard her before he vanished.
On a hill, just out of sight, the Wisewoman of Orahai was balancing on her staff, watching from afar as the two played. She leaned more into her staff to glimpse them until they disappeared from view.
Near her was a wisp of light that came into existence. It held the shape of an orb that was bigger than her head. It wavered listlessly in the air beside her, moving slowly toward the two in the distance.
The Wisewoman stepped to the side and waved an open hand. “Dearest spirit, would you be kind enough to watch over him. He is very important to us.”
The orb dipped once in what looked like a bow, then danced in between the grass until it was gone.
“What a wonderfully interesting spirit,” the Wisewoman spoke of the oddly energetic creature as it hurried away.
Back at the river, Ashava’s genuine smile grew larger the more she got excited to play. She sat quietly and crossed her legs, but before covering her face, she saw something out of the corner of her eye. Something small and imperceivable that she almost immediately dismissed as a catch of light from one of her scales. It didn't distract her as she fully closed her eyes and twisted forward to listen for Kemahni’s escaping sounds.
She tapped her foot, and softly counted, taking time between numbers. “One. Two. Three. Four. You better run more.” Her ears twitched. “Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Better hide, before it’s too late. Nine. Ten. Ten-one. Ten-two. You better do both, coz I’m coming for you!” She announced the last verse to be sure he would hear.
Her voice was clear, even in the hole beneath the giant boulder where Kemahni hid. He had dug it out over the past few times they played in this area and it was finally ready. If he hadn't won the race, he'd at least win this game.
Confidence rolled over him, feeling protected in his hideaway that Ashava couldn’t have known about. It felt as if there was an aura there that kept him secret. A sanctuary where nothing could touch him. He closed his eyes and wished his Guardian would never find him, having to stop himself from giggling.
Outside his hideaway, spirits began to gather, all seemingly curious of what he was doing. As if a beacon to Kemahni’s location, the boulder began to glow along unseen lines, and the spirits did the same in harmony. They danced about and then suddenly held still as the glow faded from them and the large stone.
Then all was silent. All was still, until the spirits moved in a group on one side of the boulder, facing the wards. Far off in the distance a very faint hiss could be heard, if one was listening close enough. It caused great alarm in the spirits as they scattered, fleeing in the opposite direction from the danger they knew was coming.
REVIEWS
Amazon Review - Kayla Brown
“This book was such a new take on the fantasy realm, and left me wanting so much more. The relationships between the characters is a living, breathing, entity that has soul and heart and makes the reader genuinely care for these characters.”
Amazon Review - AudioBookReviewer
“…M. R. Moraine builds a magical world that is revealed slowly throughout the story. Deliberate in building each character, the listener is surprised at the role Kemahni plays as nothing is given away. The author is clever and adept at holding the plot twists until the last minute changing the listener's feelings about different characters. Responsibility, completing one’s duty, and living one’s life are common themes throughout the book leaving the listener to wonder which holds the most importance…”
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