Summoner's Bond (The Endless War Book 4)
Summoner’s Bond
D.K. Holmberg
ASH Publishing
Contents
1. Jasn
2. Jasn
3. Ciara
4. Ciara
5. Jasn
6. Jasn
7. Ciara
8. Ciara
9. Alena
10. Ciara
11. Shade
12. Alena
13. Jasn
14. Ciara
15. Ciara
16. Alena
17. Alena
18. Jasn
19. Ciara
20. Alena
21. Alena
22. Ciara
23. Shade
24. Ciara
25. Jasn
26. Alena
27. Alena
28. Alena
29. Ciara
30. Jasn
31. Ciara
32. Alena
33. Ciara
34. Shade
35. Alena
36. Ciara
37. Ciara
38. Ciara
39. Alena
40. Alena
41. Jasn
42. Ciara
43. Shade
44. Ciara
45. Alena
46. Alena
47. Ciara
48. Shade
49. Alena
50. Ciara
51. Ciara
52. Alena
53. Jasn
54. Jasn
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1
Jasn
Power builds to the east. I feel it, though I don’t think others do. Protections have been removed that were meant to remain, and the few who understand cannot do anything to stop it.
—Lachen Rastan, Commander of the Order of Warriors
Jasn stood on the edge of the rocks overlooking the water crashing along the shore far below. There should be something soothing about the way the water struck the rock, and the way that the salt air drifted up to him, but he felt nothing but tension slamming into him with each wave, as if the ocean itself sought to torment him.
“You haven’t said much since you appeared.”
Jasn didn’t turn, but then, he didn’t need to. He would recognize that voice anywhere. It was one that he heard in his dreams, one that had tormented him for over a year, time where he had thought her dead. Now that he found her, and now that he knew that she hadn’t been dead, he no longer knew what he needed to do. Or say.
“What do you want from me?”
“You came to us. We did not seek you out.”
“Is that the way that you want to leave it, Katya? You would push the fact that I came here, rather than the fact that you let me believe that you were dead? Do you even know what I’ve done for the last year?”
“More than you would ever imagine.”
Jasn grunted. “I doubt that.”
She stood along the edge of the rock, close enough that he could smell the familiar fragrance that she wore, one that he once felt so exotic, and now he thought only of her betrayal. It could be nothing other than betrayal. Her hand reached for his, a hand that he once would have grasped eagerly, one that had once touched his face, his chest, all of him. It was her touch that he’d missed over the last few months. He had longed for it. Jasn stepped away from her. He swallowed and turned his back. “Don’t.”
Earth sensing told him that she hadn’t moved, but she didn’t attempt to come any closer. Thoughts raced through his head, the same ones that had when he’d first appeared. Had Cheneth known about Katya? Was that why the old man had sent him here? What kind of cruelty was that for him to know but say nothing?
“Jasn.” She said his name as she always did, that lilt to her words that managed to melt his heart.
He refused to respond this time. He would not let himself get caught up in emotion. That couldn’t be why Cheneth had sent him here. The old man wanted him to learn and had sent him to Hyaln not to reconnect with his lost love but to understand whether he could learn enough to be useful in the fight against Tenebeth. That was why he had come.
“Did you ever think of how I would respond?” he asked. “Did you ever worry about what might happen to me?”
This time, she did take his hand and force him to turn around so that he faced her. He met her dark, oval eyes. “Do you think I cared so little that I wouldn’t worry about what happened to you?”
“I went to Rens. For a year.”
“I know.”
“I wanted to die, but I couldn’t.” At least now he understood why he had failed at the one thing that he’d wanted most of all. The elementals had kept him safe, healing him for some reason even when he should have died.
“I know.”
“Lachen pulled me from it. He brought me to the barracks, where I learned just how much more there was going on than I had ever understood.”
“I know.”
Jasn sighed. “How is it you know these things, but you can’t know how hard it has been on me with your absence? How is it that you still live?”
“That’s not what you want to ask, is it?”
Jasn wanted to ask how she could have left him, how she could have abandoned the life that they were to lead, leaving him alone, broken. Had he not been called back to the barracks, he would have remained broken. In that way, Lachen—his old friend—had saved him.
“That’s the question that I need to ask,” he said. “Anything else doesn’t matter, not anymore.”
“I’m one of the Hyaln,” she started. “But you know that now.”
“Are you Enlightened?” Cheneth was, but Jasn didn’t entirely know what that meant.
“I am.”
“Did Cheneth know?”
Her eyes lowered slightly, the first real emotion that he’d seen on her face. Once, he had been able to read her emotion easily, but either the time away had removed that or he had never really known her. Jasn wasn’t sure which it was anymore.
“Cheneth was my assignment. He had abandoned Hyaln. We had to know what he intended.”
“And when you learned?”
“Then I was no longer needed. Cheneth serves Hyaln, if not in the way that he was instructed.”
“And Tenebeth? Do you know about him?”
“We know.”
“But do nothing.”
“We do what is necessary to understand.”
“Cheneth searches for who woke him. Did you know the answer to that?”
“Answers to those questions are not easy.”
Jasn laughed. “Not easy? That’s all you can say?”
She glanced over her shoulder, to the series of buildings rising up from the side of the mountain overlooking the sea. Hyaln. A place that he would have struggled to reach were it not for the draasin. “Hyaln has remained hidden, neutral, for a long time. We seek understanding and nothing more.”
“Nothing? You won’t act with Tenebeth loosed?”
“You don’t understand wha
t you speak about.”
“No? I’ve faced the darkness, Katya. I’ve nearly died. Others have died because of the darkness. I think Hyaln doesn’t understand the darkness.”
“We have those who study—”
“Study? You think you can understand Tenebeth? Cheneth has searched for answers, and even he isn’t certain how that power was freed.”
“And this is why you’re here?”
Jasn stood on the edge of the rock, feeling the pull of water far below, uncertain what to say. He had come here thinking that he would learn. Thinking that he might be able to understand why he could speak to water and why his healing allowed others to reach the elementals. But would he be able to stay, knowing what he did? Would he be able to remain here with Katya and learn what Cheneth needed of him?
“Who was your instructor?” she asked, breaking the silence.
“Alena.”
Katya smiled. “She would have been good for you. A lovely woman.”
Jasn thought of a dozen different words for Alena, but lovely wasn’t the first to come to mind. “She thinks you died while she taught you. Did that not matter to you?”
“Alena is strong enough that she would not struggle with my absence.”
“Absence? You make it sound like you were gone for a few days.” When Katya said nothing, he shook his head in frustration. “I thought you were dead. The others thought that the training had killed you.” After that, Alena had refused to take on another student, only acquiring Bayan out of necessity. And now even Bayan had been lost, abducted by Thenas. At least he and Ciara had stopped him. He wouldn’t hurt anyone else. And he wouldn’t attack the elementals anymore.
“There are things you can’t understand. You’re not ready for them.”
“No? There are things that you can’t understand. Do you know that I can speak to the elementals? Do you know that’s the reason I didn’t die?”
“Yes.”
The simplicity of her statement took all the anger out of him. She had known. If she were of Hyaln, then, of course, she would have known.
“Why did you come here, Jasn?”
He looked at her. With her olive skin and raven hair hanging down below her shoulders, she looked like the Katya he knew, but this wasn’t the woman he had loved. That woman would never have hidden such secrets from him.
He had thought that Tenebeth might have claimed Katya much like he had claimed Thenas. In some ways, this was worse. This was a betrayal and one that she had chosen.
The simplest answer was the best. “I came because Cheneth sent me.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Cheneth refuses to return, himself. He should not have sent you.”
“He thought that Hyaln needed to understand something from me and that I could learn from Hyaln.” Now that he was here, he wasn’t certain that last part was true.
“What would Cheneth think we could learn from you?”
He considered keeping what he could do from her, but if he did, how was he any different than her? How would that be any different than what she had done to him?
“I can speak to the water elementals,” he said.
She nodded. “When I was in Atenas, I suspected that. You had more talent than most with water, something that would only be explained by another connection to water.”
Had she told him, would it have changed anything? Probably not for him. He would still have gone to Rens, and still would have tried to do anything that he could to die. Maybe he would have understood how he became the Wrecker of Rens sooner. Or maybe he would have remained with Oliver, drawn to stay within the tower, learning the healing arts from his former mentor.
“My connection to water has another effect,” he went on. “Those I heal when tied to the elementals gain the ability to speak to the elementals.”
“That is not possible.”
He shrugged. “It’s what it is. Wyath. Thenas. Ifrit.”
“Wyath could speak to earth. He didn’t need any other connection.”
“Wyath can hear other elementals now, not only earth. I don’t think it’s the same for him, but it’s opened him to more than what he could reach before.”
Katya crossed her arms over her chest, the same disbelieving expression that she’d always had. “You can create a connection to the elementals?” When he nodded, Katya clasped her hands together and turned toward Hyaln. “Cheneth, you sneaky bastard,” she whispered.
“What?”
“Hyaln once claimed those with the ability to speak to the elementals, but it’s been many years since that has been true.”
“Who were they?”
“They were known as the wise.”
Wise. Olina had called herself one of the Wise. Jasn didn’t share that with Katya. He no longer knew what he could share with her.
“Few know why the Wise departed, and I suspect that’s why he sent you here. He thinks you can restore them to Hyaln.”
Jasn didn’t think that was true. Cheneth had sent him to learn so they could defeat Tenebeth, but if Katya needed to think otherwise for him to learn, he would go along with it.
Now that he was here, what choice did he have?
2
Jasn
I write my memoirs in the hope they outlive me. That hope is predicated on the belief that we will succeed in suppressing the shadows, though I am not certain we will.
—Lachen Rastan, Commander of the Order of Warriors
The inside of the castle was cold and drafty, with the air taking on a damp quality. After all his time in the barracks, Jasn no longer enjoyed such dampness, but what choice did he have here? The entire castle was drab, moreso than many places he’d visited, with nothing adorning the walls, not even a simple tapestry or painting, as he would find in Atenas. Nothing other than strangely wrought lanterns that glowed with flickering light. Not shaped, at least he didn’t think that they were, but they didn’t look like any sort of oil lantern either.
His boots thudded on the stone as he paced, waiting for Katya as she had instructed. A part of him wanted to refuse her, to tell her that after what she had done to him, he would no longer be bound by what she wanted, but he could not.
Jasn hated the way that he still wanted to see her again, the way that he longed to see her once more. After so many months of thinking her gone, it still seemed impossible that she was not.
A door opened near one end of the hall, and Katya and another man came out. She was dressed in a long, flowing gray robe, and the other man wore a white robe. He had a bald head and thick white beard, and when he saw Jasn, his eyes had a piercing quality.
“Rehnar,” Katya said as they approached. “This is Jasn Volth.”
“He is from Atenas.” The man’s voice had a sharp quality and one that sounded more impatient and irritated than anything else. “Why would Cheneth send someone from Atenas to Hyaln?”
“Not here, Rehnar,” she said.
The man coughed and covered his mouth. “Where then, Ilyana? Where would you have us go that would be better than this hall?”
Ilyana? Alena had known her as Issa. How many names did Katya have? And which of them was her real name? Probably none. If she really intended to keep secrets, she would not have used her real name at all.
“You should know that the halls where there are eyes you cannot see are not the best place for us to speak.”
Rehnar rubbed his hand over the top of his head and then sighed deeply. “What do you propose, Ilyana? Would you have us leave Hyaln so that we can speak?” He lowered his voice so that it had something like an airy quality, but Jasn still had no difficulty hearing him. Maybe that was intended. “You bring an outsider to Hyaln, and now you think that we should trust him?”
Katya glanced at Jasn, her eyes appraising as she surveyed him. “There are reasons to believe him.”
The man sniffed. “Fine. Show me where you think is safe.”
Katya led them through the castle, reaching the end of a long hall and a set of stairs that
led up. The stairs were narrow, with lanterns set deeply into the wall and made with a finery that contrasted with the rest of the castle around him. He expected to reach another floor, a landing where Katya would stop them, but they continued onward. Jasn’s legs burned with the strain, but Katya and the much older Rehnar seemed to have no difficulty with it.
Finally, she stopped at the top of the stair and pressed her hand onto the darkly stained door. Patterns appeared that reminded him of those used on the draasin pen, and Jasn suddenly understood this was where Cheneth had learned those patterns. He didn’t detect any shaping, but then, given what he’d seen of Cheneth, knowing that Katya would have much of the same skills, he shouldn’t really expect anything.
The door popped open with a sigh of released air. The other side was darkened, and lanterns sprung to light as Katya entered, a steady pale orange light that filled the room.
Jasn hesitated in the doorway. There was shaped energy here, but he couldn’t detect the source. That by itself wasn’t all that surprising, at least now that he’d spent some time in the barracks. He had grown accustomed to working around others with shaping ability that exceeded his own.
What did surprise him were the patterns along the walls. Swirls of patterns stretched from floor to ceiling, some with harder lines than others while some appeared to be nothing more than letters, though in a language that he didn’t recognize. Not Ter, and not Rens, but something else.
When the door closed, Katya turned to it and rested her hand on it once more. The patterns on the wall began to glow, and some even seemed to move, almost as if writhing. Pressure pushed in his ears—the kind that he remembered when first learning to shape—and he worked his jaw to release it.
“Do you really think this will secure us?” Rehnar asked. “The Khalan have ways of bypassing even these places.”
Katya nodded. “I think that they might, but then, they don’t yet know Jasn.” She turned to him. “Can you use water as a containment?”
Jasn frowned, thinking of what would be required. He’d seen Cheneth seal his room off often enough that he thought he could recreate such a shaping, but that wasn’t what she wanted from him. Katya asked about the elementals.