Dear readers, tonight with us is a young man on a quest to kill holy man with the blessing of a sun god. He is here to tell us about his enemy, about the struggles of slaves and masters, of light and dark. And of his own dark abilities.
Tell me a little about where you grew up.
What? Where am I? How did I get here?
You have been here, Kyris, with me. It’s safe, and we are just having a friendly chat. You were telling me about your childhood, where you grew up. What was it like there?
Yond? I thought it a grand city until I laid eyes upon Vigil. I see now it barely qualifies as a city in comparison. Life was hard when we first arrived. I had to beg and steal on the streets in order to feed myself and my sister, Jahna. But through shrewd scheming and an orchestrated robbery attempt, I was able to engender myself with Tasi and her grandfather, Baaz, an old pit fighter turned instructor. He took us in. I… I’m not sure why I’m telling you this. No one other than Jahna knows I did this. I haven’t even told Tasi after all these years.
It is fine, Kyris. You can trust me. You were not born in Yond?
No. I was born in Gailen. It’s a small village far to the east, past Yond, near the outskirts of the Imperium.
What was life like in Gailen?
It was… pleasant there, until it wasn’t.
Do you have any cherished memories from your time in Gailen?
Certainly. I remember my mother baking sweet spiced flatbread, and the divine smell of it. I remember my father hammering away in his work shed, and little Emin with his wooden blocks. But what I remember most was spending endless hours exploring the forest with Jahna.
What do you do now?
Do? What I must. What needs to be done.
And this includes stealing and killing?
Stealing, yes. But… Is this is about the job I did for Marlek? That was a fluke. Ask him about the jobs prior to Curunir. All performed flawlessly.Continue reading “Kyris of Yond (of Gloomwalker, by Alex Lang)”