Darkness Rising (The Endless War Book 2) Read online

  Darkness Rising

  The Endless War

  D.K. Holmberg

  ASH Publishing

  Contents

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  1. Alena

  2. Alena

  3. Jasn

  4. Jasn

  5. Ciara

  6. Ciara

  7. Ciara

  8. Alena

  9. Jasn

  10. Jasn

  11. Alena

  12. Alena

  13. Ciara

  14. Ciara

  15. Alena

  16. Jasn

  17. Jasn

  18. Jasn

  19. Alena

  20. Alena

  21. Ciara

  22. Ciara

  23. Alena

  24. Jasn

  25. Jasn

  26. Alena

  27. Ciara

  28. Ciara

  29. Jasn

  30. Alena

  31. Jasn

  32. Ciara

  33. Jasn

  34. Ciara

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  Also by D.K. Holmberg

  Copyright © 2016 by D.K. Holmberg

  Cover art by Rodrigo Toledo

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  1

  Alena

  Most believe the Endless War nearly over. I have seen how Ter continues to press the attack. They would destroy all of Rens if they could, but for what purpose? What is it about Rens that Ter fears?

  —Lren Atunal, Cardinal of the College of Scholars

  Alena Lagaro crouched outside the circle of trees, the nearby draasin pen pressing against her sensing as she listened to the call of fire. The sound came to her distantly but pulled with increasing strength and urgency. No longer could she ignore it as she once had, but no longer did she hide it, either. At least she wasn’t alone with that ability, not as she had long believed.

  The draasin lapped at the water from the stream, tipping her large, barbed head toward the water and taking thirsty drinks. Being penned constantly was stressful for the elemental, but was necessary to convince others in the order that the creatures were still hunted.

  When finished, the draasin unfurled her wings and stretched long claws, raking them against the dirt. Alena would have to remember to remove the evidence of the draasin before she left, but the earth shaping—manipulating the element to erase any proof that the creature of fire had been removed from the pen—should be easy enough.

  The others think you take too long.

  The draasin’s voice came through her mind, pushing at her with an insistence that she couldn’t ignore. In the time since first hearing the creatures and learning she could speak to the elementals, she had managed to push back the overbearing volume of the draasin’s connection, but it still boomed through her mind, making it difficult to do anything else.

  Alena met the draasin’s eyes, a deep yellow glowing with the heat of the sun. Steam billowed from her nostrils, slowly easing from the creature and disappearing on the cool wind. The draasin was a captive here, but why did Alena feel as if she were the one imprisoned?

  I do what I can, she answered. Keeping the draasin safe is difficult work.

  The draasin snorted then, the heat and steam placing a strain on the shaping Alena used to shield her presence from others who might be nearby. Eldridge would notify her if she needed to worry, but she couldn’t risk someone like Calan stumbling near the pen and surprising her, especially not after what happened with his student. Calan was one of the few truly competent hunters, one who took almost a little too much pride in the hunt.

  Safe? Is that what this is? The draasin are meant to fly and to hunt. You would have us do neither.

  The draasin agreed to the protection, Alena said. After what happened in Rens…

  She watched this one, wishing she could know her name. The draasin knew hers, for all the good that did. They still called her by a different name, referring to her as Lren. She hadn’t learned what that meant, though wouldn’t be surprised if it was some sort of slight. The draasin might be more intelligent than most realized, and dangerous, but they could be cruel at times as well. None had given their name to her, as if naming themselves would grant her some sort of power over them.

  The draasin snorted again, this time sending a small streamer of flame from her nostrils. Alena marveled at the way the fire billowed out and around the draasin’s mouth, racing down the scaled side before fading to nothing, leaving only a faint fog hovering above the creature’s hide.

  We agreed for your protection, Lren, not ours. This will not be tolerated for much longer.

  You keep calling me that, but you’ve not given me a name by which to call you.

  Silence.

  After a moment, the draasin replied, You may call me Sashi. It is not my name, no more than Lren is yours. You know what it means?

  Alena sniffed. It was a word from Rens, but not one that she recognized. No.

  Then you should learn. Sashi. stood and stretched her wings, unrolling them as if she were about to take flight. If she did, how would Alena explain her escape?

  Alena held her hands out and shaped earth and water together, weaving them in such a way as to layer the shaping atop the draasin. For some reason, that soothed them. She still didn’t understand why, but when it came to the draasin, she didn’t understand nearly as much as she needed to. Cheneth knew more than most about the elementals, but then, the scholar probably had forgotten more than most of the other scholars even knew. His expertise was the reason he’d come to the camp, if not the reason he’d managed to assume control of it. He didn’t admit to it, but Alena suspected he sat high in the College of Scholars, possibly even as a cardinal. Maybe Eldridge would tell her if she asked.

  Sashi rumbled at her, and the long, curling tail flicked toward Alena. Any of the spikes could kill, each longer than her arm, but the draasin slammed them into the ground, a mark of her frustration. In many ways, Alena shared it.

  We need more time, Alena said, feeling a surge of temper. The last time she’d spoken to Sashi had been after Thenas attempted to kill her. Now there was something different about her. If it’s discovered that we’re not hunting the draasin here, others will come, and they will be like Calan. She sent an image of the wide, muscular hunter through the strange connection. Sashi recognized him—most of the draasin did, now that he’d killed nearly a dozen of them—and she flicked her tail again. Most believe the draasin attack Ter.

  Not by choice, Lren.

  None of the draasin had explain how they could be controlled, only that they were. It was one of the things Cheneth wanted her to learn, though Alena wasn’t entirely certain the draasin knew the answer.

  We protect each other, Alena suggested. It was mostly true, but she doubted the draasin saw it quite so clearly.

  There is not the time we once had, Sashi told her. Others come, and they will not bother to speak in the same way.

  Alena tensed. This was what she needed to learn about. Cheneth had asked her to find out all she could about what they referred to as others, and how it tied into the ability to control the draasin. The elementals had another term for them,
but none that Alena managed to understand.

  What do they want? she asked.

  The draasin do not know. Neither does the Mother, but you must be ready.

  How can we be ready when you’ve not given me enough to know how?

  Sashi snorted and leaned toward the water to take another long drink. A distant rumbling drifted through the shielding Alena had placed around the pen, telling her that someone neared.

  Alena stood and tipped her head toward the draasin, wondering when she’d ignore her and simply fly away. She could hide herself more easily than most thought and could disappear before anyone was aware she was gone.

  Sashi stretched again and, as if knowing her thoughts, drew out long claws that she raked across the ground, leaving deep gashes in the earth. Then she turned toward the draasin pen in the center of the nearby clearing and made her way back to it.

  Alena could only stare after the draasin. For one of the powerful elementals to fear anything caused terror to surge through her. The draasin didn’t even fear the warrior hunters of Ter, though Alena knew they had good reason not to. It wasn’t that the warriors couldn’t harm the draasin—seeing how competent Calan had become over the years was proof of that—but warriors first had to find the draasin, and doing so had become harder over time, especially since Rens had been essentially destroyed.

  Even with Rens destroyed, the stupid war still raged.

  No longer was the war the reason Alena was here. That had changed when she began to understand that the draasin feared the reason they were involved. Because of that, she feared as well.

  Reaching the pen, she found Sashi inside, backed against the wall, waiting. She watched Alena with narrowed eyes, the gold in them practically glowing and her quiet intelligence burning through. Alena placed the stone chains back around the draasin’s wings, slowly sealing the elemental into the pen and suppressing the heat coming from her. Stone countered the fire of the draasin in ways that Alena and the scholars still didn’t understand. Had it not been for the draasin, they wouldn’t have learned, and they never would have known how to use stone chains to capture them. In that way, the draasin had given Atenas the key to containing them.

  The draasin had given so much more, though. They had taught of fire, giving shapers like Alena tricks and techniques she wouldn’t have learned otherwise. How many shapers had studied for years and not discovered a way to create the heat veil the draasin demonstrated? Even something as simple as the wrappings of flame she’d learned, or the way to control heat, suppressing it so that she could approach fire much more closely than she otherwise could, had been learned from the draasin.

  What did the draasin get from the connection? Alena thought they received a sort of protection, at least an understanding that they were more than the violent creatures most thought them to be, but she wasn’t completely convinced that there wasn’t more. There had to be for the connection to make sense.

  Return soon, Sashi demanded.

  She sensed the concern through the connection to the elemental. As powerful as they might be, once the stone chains controlled them, no escape was possible. Now the draasin was truly at her mercy, a different sort of control than what those of Rens used on them. It was a position Alena didn’t enjoy.

  As soon as it is safe to do so. You will warn me if there is another attack?

  Did I not the last time?

  The draasin had, and it was the only way Calan had been prevented from actually killing the last elemental. She’d used a shaping to subdue it and had managed to convince it that she wouldn’t let Calan kill it. Masking her shaping, she’d deflected the angle of his blade enough that he hadn’t managed to sever anything vital, but Alena didn’t know how many more times she’d be able to do the same. Eventually a shaper as skilled as Calan would learn what she did, and how would she answer? She would stop the riders, but killing the draasin—the elementals—felt wrong.

  I will be ready, Alena promised.

  Sashi snorted softly and backed against the wall, lying down and wrapping her long barbed tail around her.

  Alena watched the draasin for a moment more before turning away. She passed quickly through the shielded barrier that prevented most within the barracks from learning about this pen. Only a few knew this place existed. She’d been surprised when Jasn had discovered it, but he was turning out to be more than she had expected. Not only was he a skilled shaper—and a quicker study than her last student—but he had other talents that she wanted to better understand. Cheneth suspected Jasn could speak to the elementals, and time would tell whether that was true or not.

  She hurried through the forest, not finding any evidence of the shaping that had disturbed her enough to return the draasin to the pen, and reached the small rise overlooking the valley the barracks spread across or the valley the barracks occupied. As she often did, she paused, listening to the sounds, using a combination of earth and water shaping to detect who might be in the camp. Most were students, only a few of whom would ever learn enough to pass on to the next step in their training, but there were a few other masters, and also the scholars.

  Alena started down the hill, sending a shaping of water pulsing toward Cheneth to give warning that she came his way. There were other ways to notify him, but this close, water was the easiest and most effective. Besides, she enjoyed the irritation she expected he’d have when she came, annoyed that she’d interrupted him again. Maybe he’d show her the way the page smeared, the letters worked on the sheet less clear because of her shaping. The first time he’d done that, she’d had to suppress her laughter. The man was stubbornly determined to make her into a scholar regardless of how much she abhorred the idea. Not that it mattered to Cheneth. As far as he was concerned, all she needed was more convincing.

  He met her at his door. Ink stained one cheek and his spectacles hung low on his nose, hovering on the brink of falling off. She nodded to him and glanced past, looking for evidence of anyone else, but saw only emptiness behind him.

  “You knocked?” he drawled. He shoved his glasses up onto his nose and stepped to the side, motioning her into his room. Like most in the barracks, it was sparsely decorated. A long, low cot was shoved against one wall. A wide table filled much of the space along the opposite side, and books were stacked neatly on top of it. One lay open on the table, a pen resting on its side with a dribble of ink spilled on the page. Alena suppressed a smile.

  When he shut the door behind her, she sealed it with air and earth, making certain that no one could hear their conversation. Using the trick of the draasin, she masked the shaping, twisting it in such a way that other shapers wouldn’t know what she did. There was risk in shaping that way, but less than one of the other hunters learning what she intended to share with Cheneth.

  “The draasin grow restless,” Alena said. Even now, she felt the presence of the draasin in the barracks. There was the smaller one used for training, and in the other pen, the larger one used to demonstrate their ferocity. Not many were given the chance to work with the draasin deeper in the forest. All flittered through her mind through the strange connection she shared with them, almost as if on a breeze. She only had to focus for that breeze to become a gusting wind, and then the draasin would push, driving through her ability to block them out. She wasn’t entirely certain she could, not completely.

  “Did you ever doubt they would?” Cheneth took a seat behind the table and motioned for Alena to follow suit. He picked his pen up and pressed his lips together as he considered the ink smeared across the page, looking up at Alena with a knowing frown. “We cage creatures of fire and ask for forgiveness. How long do you think we can expect that to last?”

  “I think the stone chains bind them completely. I have sensed the way it quenches their fire.”

  Cheneth pushed his glasses back on his face with a knuckle. “Chains they demonstrated for us. We know they’re more intelligent than believed; how certain are you that they didn’t deceive us with that?”

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sp; His question echoed a concern that she shared, if only distantly. Alena sighed. “How much longer do you think we can maintain this farce?”

  “This is no farce,” Cheneth said. His gaze skimmed across the writing on his page and he closed the book, setting the pen back into a jar on the table. “No more than what the commander would have of us. Do you think he desires draasin hunters as a farce?”

  “He seeks to destroy all of Rens.”

  “I would not be so certain. I’m not entirely certain what he wants. The commander is capable,” Cheneth said. There was a pause as he said it, and Alena suspected that it was difficult for him to admit.

  Cheneth had some shaping ability, though he was not of the order and had not trained in Atenas. Alena doubted that many knew or even suspected. When she’d first come to the camp, it had taken her a few months to realize Cheneth was more than he seemed. Even now, she struggled with seeing him any differently, as if he truly was the small scholar he feigned.

  “Capable? That’s all that you can say of him?” she asked.

  “We have yet to understand what he intends. There is more to that man than we’ve learned.”

  Alena leaned back in her chair and smiled. “He was raised and trained by the order. What more is there to know?”

  For the longest time, she’d thought the Order of Warriors the only way to learn of shaping, but that had been before she’d met Cheneth and before she’d discovered how little she had truly known. Now she wondered what else she might not know about and what else she might be able to learn if only she could find the right instructor. Cheneth would not reveal where he’d learned shaping, though the more she was around him, the more she began to suspect. If she could only find the secret to his lessons, to what he knew… she could be even more talented. Even the draasin had taught her things she had not managed to learn in Atenas.

  “Raised more quickly than any before him. Trained with strength that few match.” He nodded when she arched a brow at him. “Yes, even here we don’t come close to the skill that he possesses, and the shapers in the barracks are some of the best to come out of Atenas. He’s powerful, and stronger than he should be.”