Jackal Among Snakes

Sarikiz stared down at the four assembled elven gods. Then, in sudden motion, she lashed out fiercely and her foot descended on them with tremendous weight. Merata, Ghan, Ujin, and Gunlik and joined the strength of their projection to catch the attack.

“Stop it!” Argrave shouted out, stepping forth behind the gods. “If we wanted to fight, we wouldn’t have stopped to say ‘hi’ beforehand!”

Sarikiz looked at him, her golden dreads waving before her eyes as she half-crawled away from them. “Is refraining from a sneak attack doing me a courtesy?”

Anneliese stepped up with Argrave. “Even following that logic, you are being discourteous by attacking without provocation. It has been a thousand years, Sarikiz, and the cycle of judgment is here once again. Please, heed them.”

“A thousand…?” she said in disbelief, and then slowly settled onto her rear. “I’ve been… hah,” she laughed, shaking her head. “A millennium lost to me. Who are you two? You are not their kind—why do you speak for them?” Her radiant white eyes scanned them quickly.

Argrave looked over to the four. Ghan had collapsed to his knees from the blow, and Ujin helped him as Merata and Gunlik stood guard. Between Chiteng’s betrayal, Ghan’s injury, and the fact that he conversed with these people as… well, as people, the question about what was truly divine about divinity rose to his head. He supposed it wasn’t truly different from Heroes of Berendar, but at the same time it felt wholly so.

After a long while, Argrave answered, “They were a bit busy being kicked. That’s the only reason I spoke.”

“But we are here…” Ghan said hoarsely from his point of weakness. “We are here at his suggestion. We are here to end the last cycle. It’s the only way we can advance and fight this one, Sara.”

“Do not call me that any longer,” Sarikiz slammed her fist upon the ground with emotions still raw after a millennium. “Sara was a slave, and I am not.”

“It is just a name,” Ujin urged as she supported her husband. “The only name we knew you by.”

“That has always been the difference between you and I,” Sarikiz crossed her legs, and then placed her hands atop her knees. “You accept the name. I grow beyond it.”

As Argrave looked upon them, he felt a strange sense of déjà vu. They’re a family, he realized in his head. Might be a family as ruined as the Vasquers, but they’re a family. It’s like watching Orion and Elenore argue. Lord knows I’ve seen enough of that…

And as in all of their conversations, it seemed to be leading nowhere. That is, unless Argrave intervened.

“The two of you worked together to topple a tower. It collapsed. Why do you debate about the direction it fell, and what to do with the crumbling stones?” Argrave stepped between them, his glare giving neither leeway in this situation. “This divide between you came about for a simple reason. Sarikiz wanted to do away with the imperial structure of the empire. Ghan and his family wanted to preserve it. At the end of the day, it has dissolved completely. The empire is gone,” he finished loudly.

Perhaps his voice was small before the divine. But big or small, he was heard.

centaurs. You sought their freedom—their total freedom, unconstrained by any system or laws,” Argrave continued, pointing at her face. “Has your

who are you?” she narrowed her eyes,

that he was a king—doubtless the anti-imperial rebel wouldn’t take kindly to that. He straightened his back and then said, “I’m a little like you, Sarikiz. Erlebnis and Kirel Qircassia have teamed up to make a right mess of this continent. And me? I’m not content to let my people, let

tell how much you fabricate… but indeed, it was a dire struggle maintaining cohesion in our slave rebellion. A struggle that failed. A struggle that sent me into a sleep lasting one

words,” Argrave pleaded,

at Sarikiz. He took a deep breath in preparation and then said, “Sarikiz… you were right. I can admit that now, admit it freely. We were caught in delusions of grandeur, of seeking to recreate the empire we toppled with a new regime. And as a result, our people moved on from us. Yours stayed true to you even in your long slumber. There is…” Ghan closed his eyes and sighed deeply. “There is a lesson in that. And that lesson is one

her eyes, saying nothing as she let it wash over her. Then, quietly, she responded, “…you have had a long while to think on

began, but Argrave

shouldn’t argue,” Argrave shot him down. “Remember why

at him. “That man is rather bold to speak to you thusly. What has changed in my time absent? Are men so great that they demean even

is rather bold,” Merata finally spoke up with a sigh. “But nothing has changed, Sarikiz. Nothing at all. The world conspires against us.” His red eyes fell

learn of your intentions,” Sarikiz said

an internecine struggle, that he might harvest all he pleased from the now-ancient elven empire. My son… my son Chiteng wounded me, and

with one of

it comes at the expense of Kirel Qircassia. He builds the would-be empire of this age. And once more… let us fight

asked… has your conviction

the anarchist flag one last time, Argrave begged with his

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feet burst free of his shoes, polymorphing wider and flatter that he might run across the sand

of the sea. One, five, thirteen, fifty… they were innumerable. Their numbers had grown substantially since

said at once. “Doubtless you know the

them nodded. “We do,” it confirmed. “We witnessed

wound was already recovered, and with the dryads help, with the confines from the centaurs’ cavern…” he shook his head in faux despair. “Her dryads overtook them both as she fought me.

she doing?” the

I’m certain she intends to sabotage the alliance somehow,” he said, looking around frantically. “I’m at a loss. I

prayed Merata’s magic was similar enough to dryad magic the emissaries might not notice the difference, every one of the emissaries retracted within themselves, communicating what he’d said

we travel faster,” Dimocles asked hopefully. He desperately wanted spirits and shamanic magic both. The emissaries were incapable of using it,