I walked to it, reached out to smooth my fingertips over the flat of the blade which I knew was still sharp, even after all this time. Yet, surrounded by ancient things, each with great and terrible stories of their own, my eyes went only to one. A dagger of gold, said to be dipped in Drukkar’s own blood and imbued with his vengeful power. Nevriam’s shield, who was the great protector of the southlands. The axe of Hari from the horde battles over three centuries ago. It was a small space, a square room with stone walls and ancient weapons hanging from carefully spaced steel brackets. The vault was dark and I lit the sconces on the wall with the torch I’d brought. A heartbroken female with a child in her womb. I would find comfort and safety in her arms and yet…I couldn’t help but feel like a fool. I’d been back at the temple for two weeks already and I had told no one. Though I tried to hide the way my belly was beginning to grow, I’d caught the Niva Kalliri’s speculative gaze on me just the morning before, when I was reaching to clean a window and my dress had plastered itself to me. But whenever they asked me about ‘the Vorakkar,’ as they called him, I said nothing, giving glib, meaningless answers. I recounted my brief travels across Dakkar for Trissa and Avala. I’d resumed my duties around the orala sa’kilan, even though I saw the way Kalloma’s eyes narrowed in worry. Inside, it was just as I’d left it a few days prior. Despite Kalloma’s urgings for me to stay, I knew that no one could convince me not to go.Īnd so I journeyed deep underground to the vault.Īt the door, I pulled the key from my dress and slid it into the lock, twisting that ancient, rusted thing until I heard it pop open. Then I was moving again, winding down the stairs to the vault below the atrium. Pausing for only a moment, I watched it dance and sway. I watched the dust trickle and glisten in the spear of light. We would have to ride fast and hard to reach the eastlands in time. Whatever she’d seen…it had perhaps shaken her more than my father’s strange and sudden death. I still didn’t know quite what she’d meant by it but I could hear the unwavering truth in her voice. That this would be our last chance to rebalance Dakkar. I couldn’t get Kara’s words out of my head. And in the morning, we would begin that final journey to the eastlands.
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