The Rashade': Chronicles of the Coranydas, #1

By Rebecca Tran

A young woman on an impossible quest. Darkness looming on the horizon. If she can't master her power everything she loves will die.

When a sinister mage murders Mara Coryanda's father, she trades her privileged existence for one devoted to vengeance by any means necessary. Soon her tireless quest leads to frustration.

The mage proves to be a formidable opponent, who will stop at nothing to ensure his master plan comes to fruition…unless Mara locates the magical artifacts that could twist fate and help her raise an army to save her homeland.

Will her quest prove to be too much to bear or will fate intervene on her behalf?

The Rashade' is an award-winning epic fantasy with fully a realized realized world, realistic characters, magic, and sword fights. If you enjoy strong female heroines or books like Deltora Quest and Game of Thrones you'll love this series.

Buy The Rashade' today to join the quest.

• Language: English
• Publisher: R Tran Books
• Release date: Jan 11, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386960362

Rebecca Tran

Rebecca Tran is an award-winning author, reviewer and blogger. She started writing when she was sixteen as self-prescribed therapy after her father passed away and hasn’t stopped since. Rebecca is also a pharmacist, and mother to two rambunctious girls and a Boston Terrier. If she ever has free time she likes combing resale shops to add to her teapot collection or quilting. Currently, she lives in her home state of Missouri.

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Chapter 1

Mara gritted her teeth and pushed her opponent with every ounce of strength she possessed. Overcoming her force, he pushed back causing her to lose footing. He wasn’t as skilled as she hoped he would be, but it was challenging enough. Mara blocked a lunge and tried to slash his side. Her opponent deftly jumped back out of her reach. He swung at Mara scoring a point on her abdomen. She conceded the point and the match.

Mara sheathed her sword and smiled at the man taking her hand. A Major that arrived with this man yesterday offered her a match for the next day. Mara obliged, never revealing it was exactly what she wanted. She stepped off the square accepting a towel from Kess. She’d lost on purpose, and his smirk told her that he knew it. She threw the towel aside and headed inside.

Purposely losing to a fifth rank Junior isn’t your style, Kess commented.

It is when it gets me a match with a Major who happens to be a sixth rank junior, Mara said, smiling slightly as Kess laughed.

You’re on duty this afternoon, Kess commented. Mara simply nodded as Kess asked, Drinks at Rex’s after? 

Mara sighed but agreed realizing that her friends would be there. She went inside as Kess headed back to the practice grounds.

REX’S WAS CROWDED THAT night, but Paul had a table for their small group in the far corner. Two serving girls were gathering close, more interested in him than doing their job. Paul smiled his perfect smile, flirting as normal. Mara paused at the door too aggravated to move. It wasn’t long ago that she tried to gain Paul’s affection and it had not gone well. The memory was still fresh and grating as it flashed through her mind.

MARA WENT TO HER ROOM after a long morning of practice. She pulled off her shirt and went to her mirror to inspect a new cut on her arm. As she washed the cut, her door opened. Mara looked up to see Paul slip into her room. He looked away as soon as he realized her shirt was off. Sorry, I would have knocked, but there was a Priestess coming.

Mara grabbed her shirt covering her breasts. Decent enough, she said. Look at this for me. She moved closer offering her arm.

Paul inspected the wound.

Just a scratch. He went to her armoire and retrieved her salve. After applying a small amount, Mara handed him a bandage, and he wrapped it.

Paul, do you ever think of me as more than a sister?

My best friend, he said, turning away as she pulled on her shirt. He glanced back when she remained quiet. That’s not what you were referring to, was it?

She shook her head. Now that we’re older I find myself wanting more. I don’t think of you as a brother anymore. She reached up and kissed him.

Paul gently pushed her away. But I still consider you a sister. I’m sorry, Mara. I can’t give you what you need. Somewhere, someone hurt you and you need someone to help you through it. That’s not me.

Paul, she started.

I’m not the one for you, Mara. He kissed her forehead and slipped out of her room. Mara pulled off the dirty shirt and threw it across the room, and then she threw a glass - anything to vent her frustration at her own stupidity.

KESS TAPPED HER SHOULDER, pulling Mara out of her memories. We’d better hurry, or he’ll give away our seats, Kess teased.

Thomas sat beside Paul, who was soaking up his fair share of attention. Garren was in the corner with a mug of ale, more interested in drinking than competing with Paul and Thomas. As she approached, the serving girls took no notice; one moved closer to Paul and Mara couldn’t bear to watch. She sighed, grabbed the girl’s arm and asked for two ales before sitting down. The other girl sat on the edge of the table exposing an ankle for either Thomas or Paul. She didn’t care which would take the bait first. Rex called the serving girls name from the bar, and she hurried away.

Thomas caught Mara grumbling as the girl left. Someone’s testy tonight, he commented.

I came to drink not to flirt, Mara said pointedly.

Maybe you should flirt some.

I have no use for men, she said, as she glanced at Paul unintentionally. Maybe I’ll steal one of your women. They all laughed at her. The serving girl scowled at Mara as she set down the mugs of ale. Mara returned the dirty look.  

I can see this won’t be a night for women, so we drink, Thomas said, noticing the crass exchange between the girls.

The night ran long, and Garren drank too much as usual. It was up to Mara and Kess to get him home. Thomas left hours earlier because he was on duty the next morning. Paul wanted to stay longer, and Mara couldn’t help but show her annoyance. Garren leaned heavily on Kess as Mara opened doors for them. Kess looked at her even as Garren mumbled about her rough treatment.

It’s not Garren you’re mad at, so go easy on him, Kess chided her.

He should know by now not to get slobbering drunk. He’s going to be an officer for Kern’s sake.

Mara, really, if you’re mad at Paul go tell him. Kess urged.

I’m not mad at Paul, she replied bitterly. Kess merely shook his head, and Garren was laughing.

THE NEXT MORNING, A trainee stood at the edge of her match. It was normal that they came to watch. This one, however, was waiting to speak to her. She was hoping the Major wouldn’t notice, but he did. He stopped the match mid-swing and stared at the young man. Did you need to speak with me? he asked politely, sensing the same thing Mara had.

No sir, with Mara, he replied. Mara sighed, excusing herself and sheathing her sword. A Priestess asked that I come get you. He pointed to a girl in a red dress standing at the edge of the practice yard. They never came into the yards or the barracks. Mara thanked him and went to meet the Priestess.

The Priestess was young and looked as though she’d just taken her vows. Kern doesn’t like women to fight as men, she said politely.

It was an admonishment Mara knew well. She heard it from every Priestess she spoke to. How about better than men? Mara said tartly.

The Priestess gasped, Blasphemous,

Mara sighed. What do you want?

The High Priestess wishes to see you, Mara, she said, leading the way inside.

Of course she does, Mara grumbled, and headed inside. Her match would have to wait.

Mara’s mother Coprek sat in her office shuffling papers. After making a neat stack, she handed them off to a Junior Priestess and dismissed her attendants. Her mother’s red hair hung down her back like a torch over her shapeless red dress. Her green eyes blazed in spite of her calm demeanor. Sword, her mother chided as Mara stepped into her office. She obediently removed her sword and placed it on the edge of the desk.

You wanted to see me, Mother? Mara asked quietly, hoping her mother would say what she wanted.

I did. I wanted to talk to you about your leave, Coprek said. Mara waited. It would do no good to rush her now. Why do you want to go on leave? Mara avoided the question knowing her mother would not approve. If you don’t tell me, I will see to it that your application is never approved.

Mara swallowed staring at the sun pendant her mother always wore. For the same reason, I trained to be a soldier and joined the League.

Revenge, Mara? sighed Coprek. I cannot condone murder!

Laran murdered my father while I was forced to watch. Breken was your husband too. Or have you forgotten that since you’ve remarried? She knew it was cruel, but her mother’s beliefs were keeping Mara from vows she’d made.

You’re angry, and I won’t rise to your bait, Coprek said, somehow still calm.

This is something I must do. I vowed long ago that I would avenge his murder.

I respect your vows, Mara, I do, yet if I release you and you kill this man then I have broken my own vows. Coprek got up to pace, folding her arms over her chest. I cannot do as you ask.

Then you leave me no choice. I will quit the League.

You can’t. It’s everything you’ve worked for.

Mara was pleased that her mother at least understood that much of her life. Being a member of the League was more important than she’d tell anyone, though avenging her father was more important than anything else. Her mother realized she was serious and stopped her pacing. Give me a week to think, Coprek requested. Mara nodded and stood to leave. Coprek stopped her. How will you find this man, Mara?

I have a name and a little information. It is enough to start with.

Her mother sighed as she left.

Coprek sent a Priestess after someone she knew would be able to advise her on her daughter’s situation. Mara’s teacher Tobar was a sixth rank junior who was now on his third class of students. He was capable and level-headed. He adored Mara since she was a girl, but he was a soldier. Their last discussion over Mara’s fate had not gone well. Tobar exerted his influence then, and she was sure that if pushed too far he would do so now. A single past mistake allowed a soldier a say in both her and her daughter’s life.

Tobar now stood in her presence once more. I can’t continue to stand in the way of Mara’s leave, nor can I condone her reasons for requesting it. When I told her, she said she would quit the League.

I believe her when she says that, replied Tobar, unfazed.

But what would she do then?

Seek her revenge as she has vowed to do.

If she is not a member of the League, she cannot carry a weapon. It is against the law for a woman to do so.

The League will take her weapon, and she will get a new one. She is very resourceful. If she gets caught, she will be brought before the council, eventually before you, for breaking the law. So, High Priestess, you must ask yourself if you can pass judgment over your own daughter for doing what she is bound by oath to do.

And you are sure she will do this?

I taught her since she was a girl. I have seen her overcome opponents not only bigger, but stronger than her by sheer will. She faces every challenge as if it is another step that will bring her closer to this one goal. I know she will do as I say if her leave is denied.

But if I let her go, a fate far worse than her committing murder may await her. Not only will she possibly die in this, but she may lose her afterlife. Coprek was lost, fearful even.

I will tell you the same as I did before you gave permission for her to serve her tour of duty. She will live up to her potential and surpass what any believe she is capable of.

That brings me as little comfort now as it did then.

If she were a man, she would have left her tour of duty an officer like her friend Paul. She is denied only because of her gender.

Thank you, Tobar. I will consider your advice.

High Priestess,

I know your desire on this matter, Tobar.

Mara slept poorly that night. The past haunted her dreams even more than usual.

BLANKETS THAT WERE once soft and warm now seemed cold and scratchy. The walls seemed to vibrate with the rhythm of the Healers incessant chatter. They always spoke about her but never directly to her, and it drove Mara crazy. She heard their words, ‘torn,’ ‘badly damaged,’ ‘scars’, ‘weak,’ but she couldn’t place them in order.

One old woman finally sat on the edge of the bed. The wrinkled hand smoothed the hair away from Mara’s face and eased the throbbing of the cuts on her face. Poor child. What monster could do this? she sighed. Mara saw the tears in the woman’s blue eyes. The Healers have done what they can, but they can’t fix everything. They say you won’t be able to have children. I know it’s a trifle now in one so young, but it will keep you from your calling.

The throbbing finally stopped, and the blankets stopped itching, giving Mara the courage to speak. I don’t understand.

You won’t be able to follow in your mother’s place. You cannot be the next High Priestess. She will marry again and have another daughter.

No, I don’t believe you. She can’t.

I’m sorry, dear. You may have lost your calling, but not your destiny, she said as she got up.

How can you replace me? Mara shouted at her mother.

I’m not replacing you, Mara, but I must have another daughter to be the High Priestess after me.

That’s exactly what I mean. You’re replacing me.

Mara, we’ve been through this. You can’t be High Priestess and if I don’t have another daughter not only does our family lose the succession, but we lose everything.

I don’t care.

The only reason you were allowed to train as a soldier is because I am High Priestess. A sister would fulfill my role, which can keep you in the League after me, explained Coprek. Mara folded her arms over her chest.

Kess confusedly stared at Mara. I thought you didn’t want to be High Priestess anymore.

I don’t, but I don’t want to be replaced.

Just because your mother is having another baby doesn’t mean she’s replacing you. I have a brother and a sister.

Well, just because you do, doesn’t mean I should, Mara said stubbornly. I hate her for replacing me.

Maybe you should be mad at the reason why you need to be replaced.

LARAN, MARA CURSED as she sat up in bed.

Chapter 2

Kess read the letter three times and still wasn’t able to believe it. Everything in his application packet had been impeccable. He crumpled the letter and threw it across the room. He heard Mara’s laugh and sighed, then he heard Paul’s voice and was instantly on edge.

Kess, have you heard the good news? Mara asked as she walked into his room. Paul stopped as soon as he saw Kess’ mood. Then he noticed the crumpled paper by his boot. He scooped it up and handed it to Mara. Denied? Why would they deny you? Mara asked.

I was just asking myself the same thing, Kess grumped. I had three letters of recommendation.

You can apply again in the fall, Kess, Paul encouraged.

No, I won’t apply again. That was already my second application.

You’re a great candidate, and if you gain a rank or two, I’m sure you’ll get into officer training.

You don’t get it do you, Paul? If I was from a better family, one with a long line of League members, or perhaps a little more money, I would have walked out of Salka an officer, just like you.

I’m sure there’s another reason.

There’s not. No one wants an officer with a second-hand sword and a horse that was a gift.

Kess –

No, I don’t want to hear it. It’s everything I’ve worked for, and I’ve been denied because my father is a farmer. Paul left without another word.

You shouldn’t be so harsh, Kess. He can’t help his heritage any more than you can help yours, Mara scolded.

You just don’t understand.

Of course I do. Why do you think I haven’t applied? She turned to leave but stopped. By the way, Paul is set to transfer as soon as there’s an opening in Raische.

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Mara sat on top a wall in the cool shade of an oak tree watching the activity in the practice grounds. The clash of steel and clack of wood from all around lulled her into drowsiness. A glimpse of red at the far wall caught her attention. She merely watched as the Priestess caught hold of a soldier and he scanned the yard. She knew what the Priestess wanted, but after a week of waiting, there was no point in rushing now. He searched the whole yard before approaching the wall. Finally, she spoke. I’m here, she said quietly, not moving. He looked up towards her, squinting into the sun.

Mara? he asked, unsure.

She moved so he could see her. It’s me, James. What does the Priestess want?

Your mother wants to see you.

Mara sighed and hopped down off the wall. He glanced up at it even as she walked away.

The Priestess gave her a look, and Mara waved off the admonishment she always received. The Priestess swallowed her original statement then continued. Is it normal for you to sit on walls?

Do you see any other shade? Mara retorted. She moved ahead, and the Priestess moved to follow her. I know my way to her office. Upon Mara’s tart remark, the Priestess fell back.

Mara stood at her mother’s door, unable to open it. She stared at the gold leaf sun symbolizing Kern embossed in the center and said a silent prayer. This moment would give her the answer she’d been waiting for, and she hoped she would not have to hand in her resignation. After removing her sword, she went inside. Her mother was seated in a side chair waiting for her with a pot of tea. Have a seat Mara. Mara sat down obediently. Thank you for being patient as I made my decision. Coprek handed her a cup of tea. I will allow you to go, but there will be a few conditions. Mara looked up expectantly. First, you are not going alone.

How am I to make a name for myself if I have a bodyguard? Mara was annoyed, and it showed.

I’m not concerned with your reputation. I am ensuring my daughter comes home alive. You will abide by my conditions or stay here. Her mother’s voice was business-like and took on the tone of her mother rather than that of the High Priestess. Now, where are you headed?

To Amira, why? Mara asked.

So I can make arrangements. How long will you be gone? Mara stared, unsure what her mother was up to.

I don’t know how long this will take, or where I will go after Amira.

Her mother sighed. No, I suppose you would not know.

If someone must accompany me, can I at least pick who?

Coprek smiled. All your friends have put in applications for leave as well.

All four of them? Mara was shocked.

Four? Try ten applications in all, but I know the four you trust most. Mara looked at her mother in amazement. Oh, I have my spies even in the barracks. So, who would you choose to go with you?

Paul, the answer surprised her, but not Coprek.

No.

You asked for my choice.

But I know you no longer look at Paul like a brother.

Mara was flustered, there was no point in fighting or denying what her mother saw, it would only make things worse. Who have you picked then?

Kessel Vaughn.

Kess is moody and near depressed.

He’s also one of your oldest friends and a fifth rank Senior. He has no commitments at the moment to keep him here.

And the fact that out of the four, he’s my third choice helps as well.

So, will you accept my decision?

Do I have a choice?

I will have a man I trust find you in Amira.

Wait, you’re sending someone I don’t even know.

I know him, that is enough.

Mother, you know how I feel about men. Mara was outraged now.

I know, Mara, but when I say he can be trusted, I assure you it's true, her mother replied calmly.

Mara sighed as all her options disappeared. Fine. What’s his name?

He will make himself known to you there.

But –

That’s all, Coprek dismissed. Mara was sure she’d just been tricked somehow. She should have been happy she’d gotten her leave, but now she’d have two men to deal with.

Mara went out that night after duty to celebrate with her friends. Everyone was seated at a table when she arrived. Thomas pushed her a mug of ale. I told them the good news.

She looked to Kess. And I suppose you already knew. She sat down putting her feet up on the table.

I spoke to General Baden this morning, and he told me that my leave had been approved, Kess said as if it were nothing.

You spoke to Baden? Thomas was surprised, as was everyone else.

Mara wondered what was really going on. Baden didn’t normally get involved in such ordinary matters. The question is why the Lead General of the League handled a simple leave. They all stared at her as Kess shifted uncomfortably. What did she offer you to be my keeper?

It wasn’t like that, Mara, Kess said defensively.

Still, she offered you something if you went. Otherwise, Baden wouldn’t have come personally. The other three were quiet now as she and Kess went back and forth.

She said if I kept you safe she would guarantee my entrance into officer training, Kess admitted. She’s worried about you, Mara. We all are. I was going anyway, I might as well accept her offer.

I’m going to bed. Annoyed, Mara left them. Kess called after her. She left anyway.

The next morning she went for a run then took a long, hot bath. It soothed her nerves enough to make amends with Kess. She knew it wasn’t his fault and he was right–he might as well get something out of the trip. Without her mother’s help, he may never become an officer. She went to the Barrack’s Master after her bath and called in a favor.

I THOUGHT IF YOU WERE going to be an officer, you should live like one, Mara told Kess, as she pushed open the door. It was like any other officer’s quarters. A double bed with a large wardrobe beside it, an armchair sat beside a fireplace. The only thing that made it different was Kess’ trunk at the foot of the bed. He looked at her, surprised. I moved your things over with a little help.

Thank you, he said politely.

What are you doing the rest of the day? Mara smiled mischievously. Come on, I’ll buy you lunch.

LATE THAT AFTERNOON, Mara led them down long flights of stairs that led to the libraries below the House of Kern. Kess followed rather nervously. They passed rows of books that were only lit by torches on the wall. Long tables were set in between the bookcases with dark candelabras on them. She led them to the back of the room and down another flight of stairs. The air grew cooler, and Mara had to light torches as they pressed on. At the base of the stairs, stone archways rose overhead like the bones of a great beast. More bookshelves were tucked into alcoves; those books were covered in cobwebs. It was obvious that the Priestesses rarely came down here. Further on, she went through a gated area using a small brass key on a string around her neck.

This is my mother’s private alcove. The oldest books are kept here.

And why are we here? Kess asked, running his hand over the spines of a row of books.

There are other secrets here. Mara went past a small table and candelabra to another gate. The key did not work in this lock, but it seemed as though Mara had been through it before. She put the tip of her dagger in the lock and jiggled slightly. The gate swung open easily. The room beyond was dark with no torch brackets for ten feet. She lit a torch then moved down the wall lighting three others.

The room had a vaulted ceiling with flaking gold gilding. Two tombs of marble sat in the center of the lighted area. Gold bands ran around the top of each tomb reflecting the torchlight. Kess read the first name, Taryn Coranyda. He looked up at her.

The first High Priestess, she explained.

Then who is that?

I still haven’t figured it out. The nameplate says Marius Coranyda. I think it’s her father.

Not her husband? That would make more sense.

Mara shook her head. Her husband’s name was Sorian.

There’s a date here.

It’s in the old system. I don’t know how it correlates to the one on Taryn’s tomb.  Mara ran a hand respectfully over the top of Taryn’s tomb as she went to the far wall. Kess wandered further back into the room, past the reaches of torchlight. He came back just as Mara pulled one of the torch brackets. Taryn’s tomb slid to one side I found this on accident. She shrugged.

What were you doing down here in the first place?

How do you think I avoided some of my lessons? she smiled. In a shallow dip of stone lay a long rectangular wood box. Mara removed the lid revealing a glistening sword set in faded red satin that was near rags. She removed the sword with reverence and held it up to the light. The steel glistened even after its long entombment. The tomb slowly began to slide back into place, and Mara moved out of the way.

There was a gold loop at the top of the hilt above the grip that had deteriorated, exposing the twisted gold beneath. A golden fairy sat at the base of the hilt, and her outstretched wings formed the guard, her tiny legs dangled over the base of the blade. One side had etchings of dancing fairies while the other was covered in ancient runes. Kess stared at it as much as she did. He only spoke when she moved.

You can’t take it.

Why not? It belongs to my family and no one else can use it.

It’s an artifact, he protested.

One that my mother would destroy because it is a weapon.

All right, you win, but there is another tomb back there. I think you should look at it, he relented. Mara stuck the sword through her belt and grabbed a torch.

I’ve never been back this far. Usually, I only light one torch. Further back was a smaller tomb, only two-thirds the size of the others. It’s so small. Lila Coranyda.

Kess looked at the dates. This says she died the same year Marius did. She was just a little girl. Look. Only eight years old.

A sister, maybe? Mara speculated.

Your guess is as good as mine, but she had to be important to be buried here with Taryn. Where is Sorian’s tomb?

He’s in the main graveyard with Cahira, the second High Priestess.

Why?

Mara shrugged. She moved around the room, but there were just the three tombs. We better go. I have to return the key.

Chapter 3

The next morning, Mara woke Kess up early. They went for a run around the practice yard then practiced forms for an hour. By the time she let him eat breakfast, he was starving, but she insisted he eat a light breakfast. Kess knew Mara was up to something but was unsure until she pointed out a Sixth Rank Junior that she’d sparred with on several occasions. She wanted him to challenge and wouldn’t take no for an answer.

As soon as he finished eating, he found the other Protector and asked for the match. The older man agreed raising a brow. Apparently, he didn’t think Kess was up to the task. Lucky for Kess, the Senior Protector hadn’t noticed that Mara sat beside him at breakfast. If he had, Kess might not have got the match so easily.

Two officers were gathered to judge the match, and it didn’t take long for Paul to show up as well. Even though he couldn’t officiate the match, he wouldn’t miss watching it. As Kess waited for his opponent to warm up, Mara gave him some last minute information. His name is Cable. He’s talented with a sword but too willful to make it into officer training. He favors brute strength over footwork and finesse, but don’t underestimate him. Kess eyed Cable. He was a rather large man. Mara assured Kess he’d be fine and shoved him onto the gravel square.

Cable moved to face Kess with an ugly scowl. He’d seen Kess speaking to Mara and realized this was her idea. Kess sighed and took his stance waiting for Cable to do the same. Kess swung first, touching Cable’s blade, which set him off. Cable swung at Kess, and he blocked. The blow made Kess’ whole arm tingle. Mara was right when she said Cable relied on brute strength. Cable managed a hit with the next blow as Kess’ arm regained its sensation. Kess redoubled his efforts focusing on his technique. He moved in and out of Cable’s reach, making it harder for Cable to use his strength. Cable swung hard, instead of blocking Kess jumped out of reach then sprang back into Cable’s guard scoring a point.

Now that Cable was moving around, he was tiring slightly. Those heavy strikes were harder when his opponent kept moving out of the way. Kess parried a lunge, but with Cable’s strength couldn’t manage a point. He danced Cable around making the bulkier man chase him a little. Cable took another mighty swing, and Kess stepped aside scoring another hit. He switched to the offense with a series of quick strikes that didn’t allow Cable to use his mighty blows. Cable lost ground under the onslaught. He was tiring too and left a hole in his guard. Kess saw Cable’s weakness and waited to press his advantage. Cable stopped at the edge of the square looking to regain ground. The hole appeared again, and Kess took the point with an easy lunge.

Cable was the first to congratulate him and scowled at Mara afterward. The Major and Captain that gathered for the match assured him he would be made Cable’s equal. Kess thanked them, not really paying attention. It was only when Paul spoke that he finally realized what occurred.

I thought you were crazy challenging someone two ranks above you, but I guess you proved everyone wrong. Mara tricked him.

Kess looked to Cable, then Paul. Two ranks?

Cable was just promoted last week to Sixth Rank Senior, Paul explained.

Damn her, she could have got me killed.

She didn’t tell you? Paul was near laughing.

I’m not stupid.

No, but we all thought you were. Paul patted him on the back. Kess went inside and gave Mara a mean look as she congratulated him.

Here’s another second-hand sword. Do with it what you will, Mara said, handing him her old sword.

Kess sighed, It’s better than mine. Thanks.

You’re welcome. She glanced at Paul before moving off.

Did her mother buy her a new sword? It looked expensive.

Family heirloom, Kess offered.

Paul laughed, No, really, where’d she get it?

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That night was a raucous blur of drinking that Mara barely remembered. She got caught up in her brother’s celebration and was now sorry she had. She awoke with a foul taste in her mouth and a pounding headache. Her body shook making her think she’d really overdone it. It wasn’t until she realized that someone was shaking her that she breathed easier. Focusing, she felt a hand on her arm. Danae was beside her bed, eager for her to get up.

Mara, it's past noon. Mara sat up abruptly and regretted it immediately.

Danae, I’m sorry. We were supposed to go for a ride this morning. She rubbed her head, the pounding was relentless.

Kess and Paul took me, she shrugged. Will you get out of bed now? Mara moved to the edge of the bed, and Danae wrinkled her nose. You smell.

Thanks, why don’t you have a bath sent up for me? Her sister ran out of the room. Mara went to the mirror in her armoire. Her hair was a mess, half in its braid the other half sticking out. She felt sick and needed to eat, but she needed a bath more. Danae was right - she did stink. She’d also slept in her practice vest and was now terribly uncomfortable. At least she’d taken her boots off. Danae returned as Mara pulled off her vest. Danae saw her sword on a chair by the window.

Oh, it’s pretty, she ran towards it.

Don’t take it out of the scabbard, it's sharp.

Where did you get it?

I found it, and where is a secret. Danae pouted.

Well, I like it even if it’s a sword. Mara snorted in amusement. The tub arrived a moment later as well as the first bucket of hot water. Sissy, mother said you’re leaving soon.

I am, just after your First Rights Ceremony.

But it’s tomorrow. I don’t want you to go.

I know, but I have to. I have oaths of my own to fulfill She nodded before getting up to leave.

Mara sunk into her bath letting the hot water soothe her stiff muscles. She smiled thinking about her sister.

Her mother smiled as she laid the baby in Mara’s arms. Mind her head.

I know, Mom.

Will you be all right for a moment? I’m going to change.

Fine. Mara watched her mother leave before setting her sister on the couch beside her. She unwrapped the blanket and inspected toes and fingers. Danae smiled and cooed. You are cute. Mara smiled. You’re different than me though. I don’t know how, but it must be that stupid Wallace. Always complaining. ‘Mara stop running. Put on a dress.’ As if I could face my classmates again if they saw me in a dress. Well, he may be your father, but he’s not mine. Danae continued to smile. You don’t have a clue what I’m saying, Mara sighed. I can’t hate you. It’s not your fault, really. You didn’t ask for my place. Kess is right. I’ll just hate the reason you needed to be born. Mara smiled. It was nice having a sister.

WHEN MARA FINALLY COMPLETED her part in the ceremony and returned to her room, she flopped on her bed, limp with relief. After a while, she went to her wardrobe and pulled out her bag. As she began to pack, someone knocked. She was surprised to see Danae at her door. She waited patiently in her pristine white robe with Kern’s gold sun embroidered down the lapels. Danae ran in and flung her arms around her sister. Mara was overwhelmed with emotion. She pulled Danae loose before bending down to be at eye level with her. Quietly, Mara asked, What’s wrong, Danae? Are you scared? I thought you’d be happy. You’ve waited for this day for many years. You were more eager than I was.

Through tear stained eyes, Danae looked at her sister and said, Of course I’m not scared! I’m just going to miss you. You can’t leave, Sissy. Nervously, Danae asked, When will you be back?

I may not be coming back, so give me a huge hug and pray for me. Can you do that? Mara choked back a tear before continuing. I love you, Danae. I’ll miss you.

I love you, too, Danae said as she threw her arms around Mara’s neck. When Danae pulled away, Mara turned her sister around and patted her on the butt, pushing her towards the door. One last thing, Danae said. Mother says goodbye and that she loves you.

Now go, I don’t like all this mushy stuff.

Danae turned, walked out of the room and shut the door behind her. Mara let out a sigh and wiped away the tears with the back of her hand. With one last look at the room she’d grown up in, she closed the door and headed for the stables.

Chapter 4

A mira. Mara read aloud from a red and white arrow that marked the correct path. The arrow pointed right.

I thought Amira was to the left, Kess said

Well, then you thought wrong, Mara replied.

Maybe the sign is wrong, and I’m right.

Kess, can’t you ever just admit you’re wrong? I won’t get mad. For once, I would like you to admit you’re wrong.

All right, I admit it. I’m – Kess was interrupted by a sharp scream. He looked to Mara who motioned him to follow.  She urged her horse Cole to a trot but slowed when they approached a clearing. She dismounted and peered around a tree. There were three big men, two were heavily muscled and held a young woman between them. The man holding her right arm had long brown hair, the one on the left had long black hair. All of them wore light leather armor and wrist guards. The third man stood a few paces in front of the woman, just far enough from her to keep from being kicked. His armor was tooled in an intricate pattern, and his hair was well kept and noticeably shorter. He shouted orders to the men, but she wasn’t sure what he said. Mara looked at the woman they held captive. She was tall and thin with the right amount of curves. She wore a light blue dress, with a white bodice and gold trim. Her long wavy blonde hair hung over her face and down her shoulders.  

Kess stood alongside Mara, evaluating the scene. He didn’t seem to like what these men were doing either. Mara motioned for him to make his way around behind them while she stepped into the clearing. I demand you to stop this at once.

The leader looked to Mara. If we don’t, what will you do, woman? You don’t really want to get your hands dirty, do you? I bet you don’t even have a weapon. He started to laugh, and the others joined him. She merely grinned and drew her sword. The men stopped laughing, but only for a moment. So, you have a sword. Can you use it? Perhaps we should run away, hey, men?

I am a sworn Protector and member of the League. I demand you leave this woman alone. You’ll only get one warning.

They laughed again.

Mara charged in, attacking the leader. He lunged forward, and she blocked. He was good, but no match for her and she knew she could beat him. She slipped through his guard and sliced his arm. Next, she forced him backward with a downward slash at his legs. With a flick of her wrist, she disarmed him and forced him to his knees. The men behind him moved forward when they saw their commander in trouble. Mara saw them move and Kess was still too far away to help. She backhanded the commander, sending him sprawling, and then engaged the other two men. The closest swung at her stomach. He was slow, and Mara easily slipped into his guard slicing his side. He clutched the wound as he fell back a pace.

The second man moved in more cautious. He lunged, and she batted his blade away. Steel clashed behind Mara as Kess took on the Commander who had struggled to his feet. Mara focused on the man before her. She elbowed him in the jaw, and he cursed at her, slashing wildly. She jumped out of the way easily avoiding the blow. The first man was back, and Mara managed to kick his bad side, knocking him away. The second man lunged again, and she parried. His blade went wide, but hers sank into his stomach. A knife whizzed past her as she pushed the man off her sword. The first man fell with a thud. Kess’ dagger protruded from his chest. The Commander lay at Kess’ feet gasping for air. He told the woman to look away and finished the kill, stabbing the man through the heart.

Mara cleaned her sword before cutting the woman’s bonds. The woman moved closer to Kess, wary of Mara, but stood tall and proud even as she worked the gag out of her mouth. She was six inches shorter than Kess with wavy blonde hair that hung halfway down her back. She was close enough that Mara noticed the woman had gray eyes. Mara had only seen gray eyes once before. They belonged to Laran. Flashing a large smile the woman couldn’t help mirroring it.

Thank you, the woman said, I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t come. My name is Wayette Trell.

I’m Mara Coranyda. This is my friend, Kessel Vaughn.

Everyone calls me Kess, he said pleasantly.

I don’t mean to be rude, but you have unusual eyes. Do they run in your family? Mara asked.

Yes, but that’s because we have a long line of magic in our family. Haven’t you met a mage before? They shook their heads. Well, all people with magic have gray eyes. Those two traits that are inseparable; the paler the gray, the more powerful the mage.

Mara’s mind was racing, though she didn’t show it as she moved onto more immediate matters. So, what did you do to those three men who captured you?

Nothing, they wanted me to join their army.

Their army? What did they want you for?

I’m not sure. They said they’d been all over trying to recruit mages.

That’s not the way to recruit people, Kess commented.

No, I guess not, Wayette agreed.

How did they manage to capture you? Mara asked.

I was careless. They managed to creep up on me last night as I sat on the porch. They tied my hands together and placed a gag in my mouth so I couldn’t cast. I don’t know why they picked here to stop, but when they pulled off my gag to give me a drink, I screamed. I don’t know what they were really going to do with me. I am grateful you stopped them. Where are you headed?

We’re on our way to Amira, Mara explained.

That’s my town. May I ride with you? Wayette asked.

Of course, Kess replied.

Once they were on their way, Wayette asked Mara and Kess where they were from.

Mist Valley. We lived in The House of Kern, Mara replied.

Wayette gasped in surprise, appraising them again.

I think she’s heard of it, Kess said.

Of course I’ve heard of it. You mean to tell me you actually lived there? Wayette asked. Kess and Mara, both nodded. You went to the League’s school there? she asked as she looked to Kess then Mara. Both of you?

We’re both on temporary leave from the League, Mara confirmed.

Your name sounds familiar. What did you say your last name was? Wayette asked.

Coranyda.

I can’t place... that’s it. You were next in line to be the High Priestess, but she doesn’t use a last name. Wayette said.

She doesn’t need to. High Priestess is enough.

But why become a Protector?

I had nothing better to do,