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29 - The Sands

They hit the sands in no time. Mounds striped in shades of gray, thick crystal-like grains surrounded them. Krishani pulled Tyr to the crest of a mound and gazed at the oddly-formed dunes. Some were like crumbling sandcastles, while the rest bellied in peaks and valleys curling around each other. None of the mounds were very tall, but they created space for a curious game of cat and mouse.

Krishani descended the mound, winding along the solid ground between dunes. He twisted, zigged, zagged and got lost in the mess of it. All he wanted was to find the Flame and go back to Terra. He’d face Crestaos. He’d lose, but it was all he had left. After everything he’d been through, he wanted to look into the eyes of the enemy. He had to see for himself what Kaliel had seen at the top of the mountain. He had to know. Shouts rang out in the distance coupled with clanging metal.

“They’re near. Stop worrying,” Shimma said. She stuffed a blanket between them, bouncing along the back of the horse. Krishani hadn’t spoken to her since they left King Telper’s Court. His mind was clouded with other thoughts. Nerves raced through him as the shouts grew louder.

He rounded another dune and collided with a bald man on a black horse. The man wore a long tunic, a sheema loosely hanging around his neck. His skin was a deep gray. He raised his wide deep gray blade and swiped at Krishani. Krishani jerked Tyr’s reins to the left, narrowly avoiding the blow. The bald man rushed past him, hooves scuffing sand as the rider pulled his horse to a stop. Krishani glanced back. The rider swiveled, preparing to roughshod him.

A moment later, Krishani found more of them in the clearing. Crumbling sandcastles created a wall on the far side while the cat and mouse dunes loosely outlined the other side. The dark gray-skinned men rode in circles around a man on a white horse.
The man on the white horse brings death
, Krishani thought. Another beside him covered head to toe in black sat atop a pitch black stallion. Krishani did a double take. Ambrose. And Klavotesi, the Obsidian Flame.

Shimma slipped off the horse before the bald man rushed them. Krishani glance at her, but she shook her head and sprinted away, diving behind the nearest dune. He turned his attention back to Ambrose and Klavotesi, wondering what was going to happen next. The bald man galloped towards Krishani, but the boy continued moving left along the outskirts of the band. The bald man blended into the crowd.

Most of the thieves were thick burly men with shadowy gray faces and night-black hair. Their horses were the color of clouds on a stormy day. They wore the same loose-fitting black tunics and sheemas, some of which were pulled over their heads. They brandished an interesting armory of broadswords, axes and daggers.

Krishani pulled out his sword as Ambrose and Klavotesi pulled out theirs. He held it in his infected hand as the circle broke. The clanging continued. Krishani slashed at the air, trying to knock an unsuspecting rider off his horse. The rider slid to the right, but pulled himself back up and galloped in the opposite direction. It was a rough match of rider versus rider. As Ambrose and Klavotesi passed the riders they landed a blow. They were skilled. The thieves jeered, taunting Ambrose and Klavotesi, but none of them actually spoke real words. The fight continued, but both the black-hooded Flame and the man on the white horse hadn’t seemed to notice Krishani. He pulled Tyr around towards the sandcastles and jabbed at one of the men, landing a blow to the shoulder, strong enough to push the rider from his horse. The moment he landed on the ground the horse reared and kicked Tyr square in the side. Tyr stumbled back as the hooves hit him and Krishani jostled around in his seat, fighting to keep his balance.

Ambrose and Klavotesi gained on the thieves and knocked two more from their horses. Others climbed onto their horses and retreated into the dunes. Ambrose stood over one man who was clutching his leg. Ambrose glanced at Klavotesi who stayed on his horse, but rounded the man. It made Krishani dizzy. Wind kicked up grains of sand and carried them through the air. Ambrose held the sword at the man’s throat. Klavotesi raised his cloaked arm and Ambrose swiftly dug the edge of the sword into the man’s neck. Dark gray blood smeared the sparkling sand as Ambrose pulled the blade out and grasped the man’s hand. He narrowed his eyes and spat in his face before whispering the blessing and threw the man’s hand away.

Ambrose turned, but Krishani gaped at the wispy white smoke rising out of the body. Knots tightened in his stomach as he waited for the Vultures. Familiar pin pricks made shivers ripple up his spine. He pulled Tyr in circles, looking over the peaks of dunes. A glimmer of black retreated in the distance, black wisps drawing away from them. He frowned and curiously turned towards Ambrose and Klavotesi as Shimma moved into the clearing.

Ambrose mounted his horse when Shimma emerged from the dunes and he stopped. Ambrose wasn’t like the others. A white ruffled shirt pulled across his chest, accompanied by tights and black fitted boots. A short sword hung from his belt, and decanter dangled on a strap over his shoulder. Unruly gray hair waved in the breeze. He had a smooth but stern expression, his cheeks sagging a bit, but giving none of his age away. His mouth was stretched in a thin line, his eyes sullen. “Lady, you shouldn’t be here,” he said, pulling himself onto the horse. He glanced at Krishani, his eyes bewildered. “Neither should you!”

Krishani rubbed Tyr’s mane, trying to soothe him from the kick to his side. Krishani was unable to understand how Ambrose had warded off the Vultures so easily.

Klavotesi pulled beside Ambrose and they exchanged a glance. Ambrose stiffened and pulled his posture higher on the horse. Shimma stopped a few feet away from the body. She had the lantern in her hands. “State your purpose,” Ambrose said, his gaze hot on Krishani.

“We came to speak with Klavotesi.” Shimma’s voice wavered with hints of indecision. She glanced at Krishani. He had never seen a Flame as intimidating, strong, and deadly. Krishani refused to say they came to collect Klavotesi, he looked unattainable. He cleared his throat and forced Tyr to take a step forward. “I’m Krishani.” He nodded to Ambrose and only briefly met his eyes.

Ambrose’s eyes went dark. “You’re new.”

Krishani nodded, still trying to fathom the idea of Klavotesi. There was a faint glimmer of hope in the familiarity, but the feeling wasn’t a good one. He almost wanted to leave without him, except Klavotesi looked strong enough to take on Crestaos by himself. “Aye,” Krishani muttered.

“And what do you require of Kla?” Ambrose asked, his voice dripping with venom.

Shimma stepped forward. “Help.”

Krishani looked passed Ambrose to Klavotesi. “You know what has happened.” He knew enough about Flames to know Klavotesi could communicate with the others. He wasn’t exempt from their brethren, even if they were scattered across the stars. Their common bond strung them together.

Klavotesi leaned towards Ambrose and more words were exchanged though Krishani couldn’t hear them.

Ambrose slid off the horse and Klavotesi followed, his black robes flowing around him. He refused to remove his hood and show his face. He stood behind Ambrose, dark and threatening. Krishani contemplated, then dismounted Tyr and faced Ambrose.

Ambrose grabbed his right hand and grunted in disgust. “You smell like a Vulture.”

“I need his help.” He tried to keep the strain out of his voice.

Ambrose narrowed his eyes. “Where is your honor?”

Krishani gritted his teeth as Klavotesi pushed Ambrose out of the way. He reached out and grasped Krishani’s left hand. Krishani tried to see a face beyond the abyss inside Klavotesi’s hood, but it was impossible. An uncomfortable warm tingling sensation hit his arm. Closed his eyes, flashes of Kaliel flitted through his mind. It was like every memory was being drawn out of him and spun on a wheel. It made him dizzy and overwhelmed at the same time. After what seemed like forever, Klavotesi dropped his hand.

“Ambrose,” Klavotesi said. His voice was smooth and deep and it caught Krishani off guard. “I’m needed on Terra.”

Ambrose’s eyes widened. He narrowed them at Krishani. “You came here to take this Flame.”

Krishani’s eyes hardened, but he said nothing. It was an admittance of his guilt.

“Crestaos has risen,” Klavotesi said. He was as still as a stone statue, his stance showing that he was no Flame to mess with.

“And so you will go with him? He will be a Vulture before long,” Ambrose said, disgust coloring his tone.

Klavotesi held his ground. “Darkesh of the Valtanyana will be loosed on this realm. One hundred years, if I do not go.”

Ambrose let a hand fall over his face as he shook his head. “The Vultures will come back.”

“What?” Krishani asked. He frowned and stared at the body. “Why didn’t they come when you killed him?” He stopped. “Why
did
you kill him?”

Ambrose sighed. “I have been around a lot longer than you. Klavotesi saw his darkness and his future. If I let him go he wouldn’t stop. More would suffer. I ended him to end suffering.”

“And why didn’t the Vultures come?”

Ambrose looked at Krishani’s hand. “They don’t stay where they cannot be fed.” He turned and mounted his horse. It trotted towards Krishani, where he stood staring at the body. “Again I ask you, where
is
your honor?”

“My honor is in revenge.”

Klavotesi withdrew and mounted the black stallion. “We best be gone if you want me to clean up your mess.”

Krishani turned from Ambrose and mounted his horse. They trotted towards the winding path back to King Telper’s Court.

“Wait!” Shimma called.

Krishani glanced at the clearing. A mass of curly black hair and skinny limbs ran towards them, wearing a long plain black dress. When she was close enough, Krishani noticed she had white skin and light gray eyes. She knelt over the body, an expression of loss on her face.

Ambrose went to approach her, but Klavotesi was faster. The white-skinned girl fell onto her knees near the body and crystal clear tears fell from her eyes. She glanced up when Klavotesi neared her, fear crossing her expression.

“What is your name child?” Klavotesi asked.

“Aulises,” she replied. Her voice was like chimes carrying through the wind, soft and innocent.

Klavotesi took her hand. “Accept my apologies. You’re my charge now. I have executed your uncle.”

More tears ran down her face. She came to her feet and Klavotesi helped her mount the horse, then got on behind her. He glanced at Ambrose. “Tell Telper and Havelir where I have gone. I will return when this is over.”

Ambrose nodded and took off through the paths winding around the dunes.

Shimma lifted the lantern. “I used this to arrive here,” she said, clicking the last symbol into place. The orb grew until everyone was encompassed by it then quickly pulled into the nothingness of the rift.

Krishani was so shocked his bones ached with familiar longing and melancholy. He fell silent the moment the girl emerged from the dunes, his eyes pouring over her delicate features. The frame of her body, the shape of her face, her lips, her ears. If it weren’t for the black hair and the dress he would have sworn he knew her.

She reminded him of Kaliel.

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