- Elemental Truth – Chapter 1
- Elemental Truth – Chapter 2
- Elemental Truth – Chapter 3
- Elemental Truth – Chapter 4
- Elemental Truth – Chapter 5
- Elemental Truth – Chapter 6
- Elemental Truth – Chapter 7
- Elemental Truth – Chapter 8
- Elemental Truth ~ Chapter 9 pt 1
- Elemental Truth ~ Chapter 9 pt 2
- Elemental Truth ~ Chapter 10
- Elemental Truth ~ Chapter 11
- Elemental Truth ~ Chapter 12
- Elemental Truth ~ Chapter 13
- Elemental Truth ~ Chapter 14
- Elemental Truth ~ Chapter 15
- Elemental Truth ~ Chapter 16
- Elemental Truth ~ Chapter 17
- Elemental Truth ~ Chapter 18
- Elemental Truth ~ Chapter 19
- Elemental Truth ~ Chapter 20
- Elemental Truth ~ Chapter 21
- Elemental Truth ~ Chapter 22
- Elemental Truth ~ Chapter 23
- Elemental Truth ~ Chapter 24
- Elemental Truth ~ Chapter 25
- Elemental Truth ~ Chapter 26
- Elemental Truth ~ Chapter 27
- Elemental Truth ~ Chapter 28
- Elemental Truth ~ Chapter 29
- Elemental Truth ~ Chapter 30
- Elemental Truth ~ Chapter 31
- Elemental Truth ~ Chapter 32
- Elemental Truth ~ Chapter 33
- Elemental Truth ~ Chapter 34
- Elemental Truth ~ Chapter 35
- Elemental Truth ~ Chapter 36
Disclaimer; Elemental Truth, the first of the Elemental Wars books, is in the final stages of editing. Hope you all enjoy it.
With Vieno’s warnings in mind, and her head feeling like her scalp was going to rip off, Xin followed the matronly woman to the waiting chamber. Though she’d felt almost dazzled by the dress Vieno had draped on her, the other women’s gowns, edged in gold and silver, made hers look far simpler. Vieno smiled at her, turned and left. The other women eyed her, like a cat would eye a mouse.
They were all taller than she was, darker complicated and heavily adorned with beads and things in their hair and dangling from their earlobes. They took her in, whispering amongst themselves and then dismissed her as a loud gong echoed. There were several low tables, men sitting on cushions on the marble floor and a crescent shaped table up on a dais. Lord Chiron sat at the center, to his left was a space that, as she hesitated, was filled by one of the elegant women. To his right sat Tier and Rale, a space between them. When they saw her they exchanged a look she couldn’t read before Tier motioned her to join them. To the space beside him. In front of all those people who watched her every move.
She made her way quickly, praying she wouldn’t trip on the skirts or the cushions that were lining either side of the tables. When she reached the dais she was shaking and she sank to the cushion between the men, locking her eyes on the plate before her.
“You all right?” Tier asked in a low voice. She glanced up at him trying not to see the people watching her. Both he and Rale had changed into more appropriate dinner wear, tunic and robes similar in style to the Delebeg people. It was odd seeing Tier without armor or weapons. Clothing change or not, he looked like a soldier in finery, which was oddly comforting.
“There are a lot of people here.” She whispered. Tier nodded and rested his hand on her knee, leaning over towards her.
“Pretend they aren’t there. You’ll be fine.” His voice was the barest whisper.
“Easy for you to say.” She glanced up at him when he squeezed her knee in a manner she guessed meant to be reassuring.
“They’re too worried with my title to see the people around them.” he squeezed her knee again and then removed his hand. Xin bit her lip looking back down at her plate feeling slightly bereft. She rubbed her forehead, what was she thinking?
“Just ignore them.” Rale murmured at her other side. “They’re too worried about impressing Tier at the moment.”
“I know, but it’s kind of hard to ignore them.” Xin did a quick glance around the room her stomach did a flop. Chiron watched her, his expression cold, emotionless. His eyes revealed nothing, Xin fought the urge to shiver and run, instead forcing a courteous smile.
“Is everything acceptable?” he hesitated. “My lady?” He said the last slowly, as if in doubt his gaze flickering past her. An attempted insult, she was certain of it. His expression gave nothing away but she could feel the tension in both Tier and Rale.
“Yes, my lord.” She forced her own smile, blinking several times vapidly. He wanted to play games? She’d played games with Matau aplenty. “It is unexpected to find such revelry so far from the Empire.” She smiled again, this time pleased to see the tension in his shoulders.
“Delebeg is the Empire, my lady.” he replied through gritted teeth.
“On the outskirts of, I suppose.” she said sweetly. Tier’s hand was back on her knee, gentle warning pressure. “It is a beautiful dining hall.” she hesitated before adding “My Lord.” Tier’s fingers dug into her knee almost painfully. Rale jabbed her in the side.
“Be nice.” Rale hissed at her.
Lord Chiron smiled coldly at her then looked towards the back of the room, clapping twice, loudly. Servants filed in, scantily clad men and women with trays of all sorts of food. Meats, roasts, fruits, jugs of liquids with fine goblets adorned huge silver trays, and with them wafted the rich smells that made her mouth water.
Though she felt a bit braver for crossing subtle insults with Chiron, as the noise in the room grew Xin longed for the little cove in Dhaul, for her small attic. Even the fortress chambers, anything but this hall with all its noise and so many people. Everyone from her village could have fit in this room. Rale handed her a small glass of water.
“Whatever you do don’t drink the wine.” he whispered.
“Why?” Xin glanced up and down the table, neither Rale nor Tier had any of it though Chiron’s clear glass was full of the pale purple liquid.
“The wine’s strong and I don’t trust Chiron.” Rale tapped the plate with his knife. “That red stuff is spicy, it burns. The meat should be pretty good, but anything that is red, steer clear of.”
Xin looked at him and nodded. “Anything else I should know?” she whispered.
“Chiron hates Tier. I think the feeling might be mutual.” Rale ate a bit, motioning her to do the same. Tier and Chiron were talking about some military issue. “Chiron will try to goad you or I into being rude. If we slip he can complain to the Emperor, which might give Tier some trouble.”
Xin nodded. She stared at the food her stomach doing flops. “There’s too many people here.”
“This is nothing.” Rale touched her hand. “The hall of the Imperial Palace is twice this size, so is the hall in Lorn. This,” he gestured to the hall. “Is small.”
Chiron slammed his hand down, startling everyone. Tier looked at him.
“A bit extreme, don’t you think?” Tier’s voice was bland.
“Whose hall is this, your highness?”
“T’was merely a suggestion, at the insistence of your general, Chiron. Nothing more. Nothing personal.” Tier sipped his water and made a motion with his free hand. “You’ve brought back some old traditions, I’ve only read about. Why?”
Chiron lifted his wine glass and sneered. “There are certain things we’ve let go of since the campaigns to expand began. Did you know,” he paused downing his wine. Xin glanced at Rale who was slowly shaking his head. “That in the days of our Great Grandfather women wouldn’t dine in the same room as the leaders?”
“Indeed.” Tier’s hand rested again on Xin’s knee. She considered batting it off, but restrained herself.
“Women are unclean, they say.” Chiron looked directly at Xin. “In the days of our glorious ancestors women wouldn’t even live in the same house as the men.”
“I’m sure the Seeress would find that truly enlightening, seeing as she is, after all, a woman.” Xin said sweetly, batting at Tier’s hand. The mention of the Seeress had an instant effect on both men. The blood drained from Chiron’s face, even Tier glared at her.
“The Seeress changed those traditions, and for reason.” Tier said. Xin batted at his hand again glaring. The gong sounded again.
“That’s the cue for the unclean women to leave.” A woman’s voice broke the strained silence. Chiron’s woman stood, tipping the plate of food in her hand over Chiron’s head, and let the platter fall to the ground with a loud, echoing clatter. “Perhaps you should ask the Seeress for clarification on this, tradition.” She snarled. She stormed down from the dais as Chiron spluttered. Tier released Xin’s knee, but gripped her arm as she prepared to stand.
“Go straight to the rooms they assigned you. We’ll talk once this mess is cleared up.” The cold tone in his voice sent chills up her spine. She nodded and he released her. “And keep quiet. Please?”
She took a deep breath. “Only because you said please.” She murmured. As she stood she caught the hint of amusement in Tier’s eyes and Rale had both hands covering his face, his shoulders shaking. As she left she felt almost lighthearted. Almost. She felt the weight of Chiron’s dark glare at her back as she left, and she wished Tier could have gone with her.
“You’re lucky we’re guests.” Tier said as he entered.
Xin half turned in the chair, heart pounding. How did the man, large as he was move so quietly? Vieno chuckled behind her.
“She’s got fire. I don’t think there was a person in there who disagreed with her. Many of the nobles, men and women alike are getting tired of Chiron’s ways.” Vieno said. The woman was removing the string of pearls and undoing the twisting braids in Xin’s hair.
“Chiron’s fuming. Serves the bastard right.” Tier set a tray down on the low table and made his way over. Xin looked back at the mirror watching his reflection. He grinned. “I think Rale cracked a rib laughing.”
“Chiron’s woman has created many public scandals.” Vieno set the pearls to one side, smiling at Xin in the mirror. “She embarrasses him constantly.”
“He’s an embarrassment to the Empire. That’s why he’s in Delebeg.”
Vieno paused. “True. Delebeg suffers for it though.”
Xin looked down in her lap, at her hands. “I’m sorry he was, aggravating me.”
“No need to apologize.” Tier said with a chuckle.
Xin glanced up at the mirror as he sat in one of the low chairs.
“Bastard deserved it.” He said.
“Tier.” Vieno admonished.
“Vieno, he was goading her, if she hadn’t snapped Rale would have or I. She can get away with it, we can’t.”
“Still.” Vieno finished and ran a comb through Xin’s hair. “He’s still your blood.”
“He and Maen are alike. And they know how to get under your skin.”
“Maen was never this aggravating.” Tier snorted.
“I’m sure he would find that interesting.” Vieno stepped back. “You finish your meal, I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Thank you Vieno.” Xin said quickly running her hands through her hair. Her head still felt tight and achy from having her hair twisted so tightly.
“Won’t you stay?” Tier asked smoothly. “There’s enough for all, including Rale if he decides to stop ogling Fatira.”
“No, I ate already.” She gave him a slight bow. “Goodnight children.”
“Children?” Tier asked archly.
“When I look at you, Tier, I still see the twelve year old boy trying to wield a battle axe larger than he was!” Vieno patted his shoulder as she passed by.
“That ended badly.” He snorted again. “And that boy grew up a long time ago.”
“You’re still alone though.” Vieno gave him a long look before curtsying and leaving.
“She cares a lot for you.” Xin observed. Tier looked at her nodding.
“She’s an amazing woman.” Tier motioned her over. “You can’t eat halfway across the room, Xin.”
Xin stood, made her way to the low chair across from where Tier sat and seated herself looking at Tier for a moment her stomach doing wild flops.
“I’m sorry Tier.”
He leaned forward shaking his head as he pulled the cover off the tray. “And I said not to apologize.”
“Chiron is drunk.” He lifted a plate and handed it to her. “He started drinking around the same time we arrived and, according to his servants, hasn’t stopped.”
Xin took the plate and sat back, crossing her legs under her. “Because of you being here?”
“More than likely. Chiron and I don’t care for each other.” He leaned back with a chuckle. “Like my brother, Chiron seeks recognition for deeds others have done.”
“And you don’t?” Xin asked after quickly swallowing a piece of meat.
“I have my reputation.” He shrugged. “It is enough to know my advice and experience is sought after, even if I am, officially, on vacation.”
They ate in comfortable silence, far more peaceful than the dining hall, though Tier did comment several times about Rale’s absence. Long after Tier left, Xin sat staring at the seat he’d occupied.
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