sat at the table with a thud, the chair complaining in response. He stared at the roast and frowned.
“Problems with the negotiations?” Mother set a plate in front of him, then took his black hat.
Father rubbed his weathered face brusquely and pinched his eyes together. “Always troubles to deal with…” He sighed, glancing around the table. “A lost caravan, marauders in the desert, prices too high, Viceroy Lei playing politics again with the Order of the Dawn…”
He studied Talis. ”Someday these will be your concerns, son. To hold high the House of Storm.”
Father made it sound like he was an ox carrying a burden. Talis nodded, pretending he was interested.
As if responding to Talis’s expression, Father’s eyes lit up and he leaned in close to Talis. “What we need is a small band of warriors to send those marauders to the Underworld”-he sliced the air with his fingers-”a quick trip to Hell.” He slapped Talis on the back and laughed like it was the best idea ever.
“I’d like to fight them.”
“You?” Father raised an eyebrow. “Been practicing your sword techniques?”
“You could say that.” Talis smiled. “Mara and I won the Blood Dagger.“
“What!” Father’s face shone. “You two really won?” His brow furrowed. “Who did you fight?”
Talis groaned to himself. Father hadn’t even bothered finding out who he was fighting, like he believed Talis didn’t have a chance of winning. “We fought Rikar and Nikulo.”
“Rikar? Madam Cheska’s son? The cruel one?”
Talis nodded.
“Didn’t he hack off an opponent’s head in the training arena? He killed the poor chap…what an odd family.” Father shook his head. “And you say you and Mara beat him?” He scoffed. “Well I suppose the gods of luck favored you today.”
Talis flushed and clenched his fist. How could Father just dismiss his victory so easily?
“You won all the same. I suppose this calls for a celebration.” Father looked at Talis’s mother. “Let’s plan something. Invite Mara and House Lei, if they’ll come.” He chuckled. “And perhaps a few friends.”
“A party would be nice. It’s been too long since…” Mother’s voice trailed off as her face held a sad smile.
They remained quiet awhile, staring at the flames, until a flurry of pops from the fire startled them to attention.
“I suppose I’ll retire to the study.” Father stood and smiled pleasantly. “You did well, son. And you surprised me, you did. Not once did I suspect you’d win, but you did it.” He turned, and strode off, nodding to himself.
Later that night, around the hour that the dead call out to the living, Talis found himself unable to sleep, still feeling a buzzing in his stomach from winning the Blood Dagger. His father’s words of praise echoed in his mind. You did well, son. So Talis snuck out and stalked through the dark streets of Naru. He craved the crisp cold air and the solace of the quiet past midnight.
A meteor shot across the sky and Talis watched its trail fade into nothingness. Was it a message from Nestria, the Goddess of the Sky? He squinted, barely making out the observatory and the interconnected rings and spheres of the Temple of Nestria high atop the city. He spidered his way up the hill through back alleys and side streets, trying to avoid city guards and prying eyes.
At the bare temple grounds situated at the peak of Naru, the stars flooded through the blackness. Below, the city shone pale-grey in the light of the four moons hanging in the sky. Talis glanced around, trying to spot any temple priests observing the stars. But only silence possessed the bleak landscape.
Now was the perfect time to practice. He stared at the leaves racing across the ground, whipped up by the wind gusting in from the Nalgoran Desert far below.
He lifted his hands and sharpened his mind.
Remembering his training dreams, he focused on the leaves once more. Remember the wind, remember the feeling of power swirling through you, he thought. He stretched his long fingers towards the leaves, and exhaled a hissing breath through his teeth. There was wind from his breath, but not the kind that laid armies low. He bashed his fist on his forehead. Why couldn’t he do magic?
He tensed his face and shouted at the leaves, as if the leaves could be moved by the sound of his voice. Would he ever learn?
“I doubt that will work,” said Nikulo. Talis jumped, turning as Nikulo emerged from the shadows.
Talis flopped his arms at his sides. Bad enough he’d failed, but worse still that Nikulo had been skulking out here, watching his ridiculous attempts.
“What are you doing out here?” Talis frowned at Nikulo, and crossed his arms.
“Relax…we’re not in the Arena.” Nikulo glanced up at the Observatory. “I couldn’t sleep. My dad was furious that we lost the Blood Dagger. All he does is push me to win.”
Talis raised an eyebrow. “I couldn’t sleep either.”
“How is that coming along?” Nikulo flourished his hands. Why was he trying to help him?
“How does it look.” Talis sighed. “Nothing ever seems to work. I just don’t get it.”
“Keep at it.” Nikulo studied Talis, his eyes black pools of curiosity. “Nothing worthwhile ever comes easy. You and Mara won today…that surprised me. Soon you’ll be casting spells…just you wait.”
“You think so?” Talis wasn’t as sure. Three years he’d been in the Order of the Dawn and he still couldn’t do magic outside of training dreams.
“I’ll let you in on a secret. It took me four years before I cast my first spell. And that happened under the strangest circumstances.” Nikulo motioned him over towards the cliff’s edge, and they walked together, until they could stare down out over the vast expanse of the Nalgoran Desert. “I was assigned as a healer on a caravan, and we were attacked by marauders. I tended to a soldier’s wound, but couldn’t staunch the flow of blood. Something just flicked on inside and the next thing I knew my hands were glowing all red and I had this crazy feeling running through me. That was it. I’d used magic to save him.”
“Sounds so easy.”
“It’s not like that. I’d been doing training dreams for years with my Master. So when the time came, I think all that training just kicked in…”
Talis exhaled, more confused than ever. “I hope I’ll figure it out soon.”
Nikulo crinkled up his forehead and pointed at the sky. “That’s weird.” A slow-moving meteor was flying low. It left an enormous trail of smoke. But the meteor kept getting bigger and brighter.
It was coming towards them.
“What’s that?” Talis bent low as the meteor sped faster until it roared over their heads and towards the city. Great bursts and crackles of orange and yellow and blue flame scintillated around the core. With a dull thud it exploded against the vast dome of the Temple of the Dawn. Embers shot into the air like fireflies. He gaped, unable to move. After a few pounding heartbeats, he felt a shock wave strike his chest and a rush of heat knocked him backwards.
7. JISERIAN INVASION
Talis pushed himself up and stared at the explosion, his stomach clenched from the shock wave. Several smaller flaming meteors tore across the sky towards the temple dome. These were no ordinary meteors… Talis knew what it was, it had to be Fire Magic.
Someone screamed down in the city amidst a flurry of shrieks and shouts and shutters slamming open. Footfalls clapped on the cobblestone streets and figures raced through the dark while a plume of fire jetted across the sky. A deep, booming gong thundered out from the towers that kissed the highest point of Naru. The warning…warning of an attack. Why was this happening?
Talis and Nikulo stood gawking at the rippling explosions breaking out across the city. Overhead a flash of lightning singed the sky, shattering a guard tower. An enormous thunder cracked so loud Talis had to cover his ears.
As students of the Order, they were sworn to protect the temple at all costs. Talis and Nikulo jolted to action, dashing towards the temple. They reached the street, and snaked down the hill past soldiers burdened with steel armor, past citizens crying in terror at skies aflame, past howling dogs and cowering cats. Nearing the temple,
