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When they finally arrived at their torchlit destination, they were surrounded by another crowd, reinforcing Aki’s impression since Pukkitunturi that the Northern Province wasn’t accustomed to receiving that many visitors. Most of the first onlookers were children; something very surprising to Aki, who was used to seeing a lot of senior people around her – teachers, officials, retainers and so on. And it wasn’t just because she grew up isolated as royalty, it was because the Clan of Stork valued wisdom and experience over youth, gradually inducing an aged population. The villagers on this northernmost glacier-covered fell, Blarjokull, wore the same clothing as those in Pukkitunturi. The main difference, it appeared to Aki and Temujin, was the bronze skin and dark mono-lidded eyes of the people here. It turned out that, in the northernmost corner of the world, the people’s hair was dark and straight unlike those of the Pukkitunturians, who were not too different from Aki in appearance.
“As much as we would like to provide you the information that you seek,” Chief Reijo orated, “there are two things that hinder us. First, the ill reputation of your companion precedes him. The red northern lights have given us fair warning of his arrival. It doesn’t bode well for our village to receive a member of the Clan of Salamanders.” Temujin tensed and a muscle in his jaw jumped. He knew precisely what the chieftain was referring to: the ancient match between Tamerlane and Gunnar, the representative of the Clan of Undina at the Gold Lotus Tournament. Tamerlane had been notorious for being a brutal fighter. “Temujin comes in peace,” Aki spoke. “He does not mean any insult to your clan by coming here. Like I said, we are both simply passing through and have business of great import that we need to see done.” “Be that as it may, the customs of the clan are iron, Aki-oujo, and I am merely a servant to the will of my people. As a future leader of your own clan, I am sure you can
The circular arena lay in the center of the village and was made of smooth ice. It was around thirty feet in diameter and surrounded by eight stalagmite-shaped ice pillars crowned with sputtering torches. Between these pillars stretched thin, highly transparent but durable panes of ice that served as barriers through which the audience could watch. These barriers curved away from the torches and went on to meet at the top to create a twenty-foot-high bubble dome that deterred fighters from jumping too high. Temujin stepped inside the arena through an opening in one of the barriers. After him, someone froze up the hole to lock him in. He walked to the center of the ring exhaling water vapor through the filter of his mask and feeling a lot of angry Undine eyes on him. He knew Aki stood amid them watching with a very worried expression, but he couldn’t remember where he had left her and he didn’t want to look weak or nervous by looking for her now. In his right hand, he carried the scyth
From his kneeling position, Temujin dug out his scythe from where it was buried. He did this by holding out his arm and projecting a horizontal cascade of blue fire. This melted a hole in the ice immediately around the scythe. Temujin tugged and the weapon flew back to him. Meanwhile, Magnar had continued his slide all the way to the end of the ring and, without decreasing speed, hurtled up the wall and then kicked off, executing a back flip that dropped him right in front of Temujin. He landed on one foot with surprising grace, bringing down his two swords with him. Fortunately, Temujin was ready and blocked both sword chops with his scythe and chain, which were still red-hot from all the flames. Magnar kicked off again and slid backwards. If his boot blades weren’t visible, it would seem as though he was levitating on ice. He may be huge but he wasn’t slow at all. On his mother element, he was as light-footed as a Stork Slayer. As though toying with Temujin, Magnar started spinni
“Konnichiwa!” a young Slayer stepped out of the crowd and greeted Temujin. “My name’s Aleksandr, and I’m the youngest child of Yuri Babor.” He was speaking in the pidgin language of the eastern lowlands in consideration of the foreigner. Surprisingly, out of all the denizens of Blarjokull, this Aleksandr, who was eighteen – younger than Temujin and only a little older than Aki – was one of only two who could speak the eastern tongue. Many other villagers had congratulated Temujin by shaking his hand, patting him on the back, or just calling out his name from the sidelines. The acceptance and complete reversal of attitude deeply pleased him. Who could’ve thought that he would put an end to the decades-long animosity between Salamanders and Undines? Magnar proved to be a real sportsman. He even lifted Temujin for some crowd surfing and a slight toss in the air; the second, Temujin would learn, was a taste of the northern festival custom of “blanket tossing”, in which hunters were ce
Mr. Yuri Babor brought his youngest son with him to the Gold Lotus palace every time he had a meeting with the Imperial Court and every day during the construction of the Treasure Vault. And every time he did, young Sasha would hang out with the Stork princess who was almost the same age. At the time, five-year-old Aki still had a father and the Age of Darkness (Ankoku Jidai) was nothing but a pale memory. The dust clouds that had choked the sun for a full thirty years tore apart and the world was able to breathe at last. As though to a miner emerging from a collapsed tunnel, everything looked fresh, newly washed and full of hope. It was indeed a new age. Pan-Terra was experiencing another resurgent spring. Verdant mother earth was back with a vengeance, and back for good. Previously all the plants and trees had lain dormant and stunted despite the prodding of the agrokinetic Clan of Gnomus. Aki, too, was still young enough to enjoy some freedom from her royal tutors. More importa
“You’re forgetting one very important thing. There’s one other option. We could just leave the system as it is. I’m sure it’s already perfect and my father has done his best to make it burglar-proof. Why do we need to make suggestions about its design? We could contribute to our parents and make them happy in many other ways. Safer ways.” “You should hear yourself talk. Are you really THE genius Slayer of the Babor family? The prodigy who could create arbalests at the age of four? You should probably change your family crest from beaver to chicken.” “I’m no chicken!” Sasha sat up from where he was lying. “Stay down!” Aki hissed and pulled him back down. “OK, if you’re really a Babor, then you’ll help me do this last thing and, that way, you’ll be able to help both our clans keep the Egg absolutely safe in perper… perpi… forever!” “I can’t even!” Sasha said despairingly. “What makes you think they even need our input?” “Because, Mr. Genius, they said they’re gonna be building the
“It’s a water maze,” Sasha muttered, mystified. “I should’ve known…” “How can you tell?” “See the floor? It’s sloping.” “Isn’t water good news? It’d melt the whole maze.” “Not these walls,” Sasha said, feeling the texture of the entrance wall with reverence. “This is perma-ice. Hard as diamond. There are almost no air bubbles inside the ice crystals. Our Clans combined their powers and spells to create this thing of perfection. No jutsu, fire or otherwise, is powerful enough to break it.” “Well, good thing water flows downhill. Let’s just make sure to stay on top.” “We can’t. It depends on the layout of the maze. And if I know my father, these walls shift to create various designs and give the illusion of having no beginning or end. You remember the musical box I gave you? There are magnets underneath this labyrinth.” “Great,” Aki said sarcastically. “Is there any good news at all?” “The good news is,” Sasha said with a smile and tried his best to look confident. “I’ve prepa