Ashborn Primordial

Chapter 94: Guardian Of the Ash

Vir had taken the entire day to journey the hundred fifty-five miles from the desert oasis to Brij. Fifteen miles an hour was a slow trot for an Ashva, but Bumpys condition necessitated it. The trip had taken over thirteen hours, with several small breaks.

Though Vir loathed to remain in Hiranya even a moment longer than he had to, the journey south would be an arduous one. For him, but especially for Bumpy; he didnt want to prematurely wear his friend out. Luckily, the clouds set in around noon, easing the heat for the hardworking beast.

It was deep into the night now. Perfect for Vir. While Kamna mightve tailed him in the middle of a crowded city, out here in the middle of the night on open plains, none could hide from Prana Vision. Not when he was alert and ready.

Despite this, hed detoured several miles around the village, leaving Bumpy in the Godshollow to avoid detection.

Neel, protect, Vir ordered, pointing at Bumpy. Neel quietly woofed, setting his haunches down near the Ashva, keeping his head on a swivel.

Vir loathed to set foot in Brijit was the first place Hiranya would look for him, and Vir knew Mina would have spies lurking in and around the village. He shouldnt be here at all, but his journey required food, and as risky as it was coming back here, it was downright foolhardy setting out without proper provisions.

Daha mightve been an option, but Vir didnt know what the situation was like there. Hed have to pass through the checkpoint, and if Mina had seen through his disguise, she could do it again. It was a risk he didnt want to take.

I really just shouldve bought supplies before heading out, Vir thought, cursing himself. At the time, adrenaline pumped through his body, and the only thing on his mind was fleeing that infernal city.

Besides, there was another benefit to coming to Brij. If he could make it look like hed fled herenorth of Dahaitd throw off any pursuers the princess might send for him. Few would suspect him of doubling back to the south, after all.

Hoisting his rucksack, he alternated between Dance and walking, covering the half-hour walk to Brij in ten minutes.

As he approached his old home, which sat on the outskirts, Vir relied exclusively on Dance. Spies would no doubt expect him near his old home, so he was forced to. The Ash prana had fully recovered since hed depleted it months ago, but even so, he had to ration his activations given the affinitys dearth.

Though Prana Vision showed no signatures anywhere nearby, by relying on Dance, he ensured none would ever find him.

He paused inside the Shadow Realm to gaze at his old house, whose windows now shone with dancing amber light.

Someones moved in.

A surprise. Even ignoring the mess the prana gophers had made of the homes foundation, the house itself had been rickety at best.

Yet now, the half-rotted wood had been replaced, and the holes through which drafts used to flow were patched up. Whoever they were took better care of the place than Rudvik and Vir had before.

Rather than feel upset, Vir was happy for the house. Like him, it, too had received a second chance at life.

He continued to leverage Dance of the Shadow Demon to cover ground, disappearing into shadows only to pop up thirty paces away. He never truly exited the shadow Realm, thoughhed learned how to chain the ability together. As his arm exited one shadow, he began sucking the prana and blood in his hands up, reactivating the ability.

To an observer, they might see an arm or a head pop up for an instant, though thatwould be all. Vir would be gone again by the time they blinked.

He only started easing up on the ability once hed found shelter in the alleys of Brij. Here, the buildings hid him just as well as the shadows, and Prana Vision easily identified every human in the vicinity, even through walls.

His first stop would be the baker. Vir navigated the familiar alleys, rationing Dance where he could, disappearing into the shadows when he couldnt. Soon, he came upon the old bakers buildingthe only one in town who used to treat him with respect.

At least, he came upon what was left of it. The building had been burned to the ground, and now only blackened ash remained.

Vir ground his teeth. This was no accident; the buildings next to it remained untouched. Someone had intentionally torched this building.

Was it the villagers? Had baker Jaisal risen up after hed learned what happened to Apramor, Aliscia, and Rudvik? Or had the knights simply torched anyone whod been nice to Vir? To teach the villagers a lesson?

Vir didnt know, but he at least felt better knowing the blight that was Head Priest Harak no longer wreaked such havoc. No doubt princess Mina would find a replacement eventually, but until then, fewer tragedies would befall Hiranyans.

It vexed Vir that he couldnt eliminate the princess as well. While Riyan had used the wrong strategy to coerce Vir, he nonetheless bore the mans hatred of that princess. Perhaps it would take years, but one day, hed return to complete the job. Mina was a blight that needed to be eliminated.

Vir slunk back into the alleys and Danced into a nearby baker. This one hadnt been nearly as nice to him. In fact, the man shooed Vir away whenever hed gotten close. Itd made him less guilty when hed pilfered from the shops reject pile in the past.

This time, he didnt need to resign himself to the scraps. The man baked twice a week and kept his bread in a cooler in the backroom.

Vir helped himself, stuffing loaves into his sack. There were even a couple of layered honey crisp pastries, which Vir ate right then and there. He relished the sweet nectar as it went down his throat. A rare delicacy.

Even a dozen loaves wouldnt be enough to feed him and Neel on their own, but he figured he could pluck wild edibles along the way. Along with the dried nuts and berries he kept as emergency rations, it would suffice.

Vir turned to leave, then paused. Rummaging through his coin bag, he retrieved twenty coppers and laid them on the counter. It was less than the loaves market price, but the amount would cover the bakers cost.

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The man may have been rude to Vir, but he had a difficult time holding a grudge. Brijers were all a product of their environments. Theyd never known anything else. Theyd never had the opportunity to introspect. In fact, the village mentality actively discouraged that kind of behavior. Everyone inevitably ended up like everyone else, or else theyd be ostracized.

At the end of the day, they were just trying to make ends meet, and with winter on the horizon, Vir would feel bad if his theft robbed someone of a full stomach one day.

His next stop was the blacksmith, conveniently located across the street.

A single Dance shifted him from the baker right into the metalworkers shop.

Virs biggest issue right now was his lack of weaponry. Hed lost both his katar and his chakrams in Daha, and while Kalari and his Talents didnt make him defenseless, hed feel a lot better with some iron at his hip.

Unfortunately, the Brij blacksmith made things like Ashva hooves, fire pokers, and the like, rather than military equipment.

Vir combed the place, but there were no talwars or katars to be found. The best were some axes and a pair of long knives. He ignored the axeswhile Riyan had Vir train in a variety of weapons, hed quickly discovered that large, unwieldy weapons didnt fit him at all. Not to mention the axes here were all woodworking implements, and improperly weighted for battle.

He regarded the knives, running his finger along their blades. Mid-grade iron, but rust free, and decently sharp. They werent quite long enough to be daggers, and the thick blade profile was better suited for shaving wood than it was for piercing flesh, but theyd do.

Vir estimated theyd run around fifty coppers each, and since this particular blacksmith usually stayed out of Virs way, he left a silver behind as adequate compensation.

After tying their leather holsters on each hip, he Danced out of the building to a nearby alley.

It was only moments later that the calm stillness of the night was broken. First by bandy howls, then by shouts.

Memories of bullies cornering Vir sprung up in his mind, but he banished them. Bandies and shouts did not equate to bullying, he knew that.

Vir pressed on, sneaking through narrow roads where he could to avoid using Dance.

No! Please! Dont hurt me! Ill do it. I swear Ill do it.

The shouts turned into whimpers and sobs, and Vir knew his initial hunch had been right. Bullying.

Maybe it was a new family whod moved in. A rare occurrence, but not unheard of. New kids were preyed upon and ostracized, at least until the next new kid came to town. At which point, the bullied kid would be absorbed into the clique, becoming their errand boy or girl. It was a form of brainwashing; somewhere along the line, the bullied kid would learn to behave like the ones whod tormented them.

Why shouldnt I bully the new kids? After all, they did it to me. Im in now. Its my right.

They never thought about it, but Vir had seen it happen enough times to know how it all worked. Brief friends who eventually turned into enemies. This groveling boy would be no different. Another link in the chain, fated to repeat the endless cycle.

And so what?

Even if Camas gang was out bullying someone, what of it? That was none of his business. Causing a scene here was exactly what hed taken great pains to avoid. If Hiranyan spies were present, he could land himself in some serious trouble.

Whys this bothering me so much? Ive killed people! Whats bullying next to that?

Vir shook it off, putting one step in front of another, leaving the sobbing boy behind.

But then the boys sobs turned back into screams.

Vir sighed. His steps came to a halt. It was dangerous. Hed sworn to be more careful after outing himself to Mina in Daha. But he could use this as an opportunity to bait his pursuers. To hint at the fact that hed come here. A risky gambit to be sure, but if it paid off, itd buy him enough time to flee to Rani.

Besides, what use was staying alive if he couldnt stay true to who he was? What use was power if he didnt use it to right some wrongs in the world? Especially when they happened right before his eyes?

What good was saving himself if he couldnt proudly look himself in the mirror and see Rudvik and Apramor standing behind him, nodding in approval.

With heavy steps, he turned right back around.

I didnt mean anything by it! Sajan cried as he cowered from Camas bandies, which took turns snapping at his ankles.

Camass gang had brought the boy out to a dark alley. Late at night as it was, no one would interfere. Brijers knew better. Here, they could torment him with impunity.

Blood ran down his calfhe hadnt been fast enough to avoid them all. Sajan lost his balance and fell on his butt as the bandies circled around him.

Look, youre doing this to yourself, Sajan, Camas sneered. All Im asking is that you light a small fire. Its not much. Just one flame, and let it burn, yknow? If the house burns down, it burns down. Not like youre the one who did it. Right?

IIm sorry. I cant.

Now, now. Dont be unreasonable, Camas said, kneeling beside Sajan. Just say yes, and all of this will stop. Right?

Yep.

Uh huh, his goons echoed.

Otherwise Camas said, delivering a punch to Sajans gut, causing the smaller boy to double over in pain, Im going to have to hurt you until you do. So why not stop this? Dont make me do this, Sajan. Its all in your power.

Sajan burst into tears. IIll do it. IllW-wha!? The boys eyes went wide, his expression warping to one of horror. Aaaaaaah! He screamed.

Camas spun around on instinct, only to see half of his friend. Everything from her legs down was gone. Consumed by the ground itself.

H-help! the girl whispered. A moment later, shed vanished. Not one trace of her remained.

What demonic sorcery is this?

Camas whirled around. Y-you!? he shouted, pointing at Sajan. Youre doing this?

Before Sajan could answer, another of Camas lackeys disappeared.

Whats happening!? Camas wailed. R-run, you idiots!

He tore off at a sprint, but something tripped him. Something tripped all of them, sending them all to the ground.

One by one, they disappeared. Sucked into the ground.

Sajan smelled urine, and it wasnt his own.

P-please! Dont take me, Camas wailed, soiling his pants. He fell to his knees, clasping his hands together. D-demon of the night. Please! Ill give you anything.

Anything? a voice said, but Sajan could find no source. No one was around. Only Camas and he remained.

I-Ill do it, Camas whispered.

Leave the boy alone.

Yes! Of course!

Know that the Ash Guardian has occupied this village. And know that it reaps as easily as it takes. Do not anger it, for we may just reap your soul.

Camas turned white, nodding furiously.

Now go, the voice said as Camas lackeys mysteriously reappeared from the ground. Alive, and seemingly unharmed. Tell no one of what transpired tonight. If you do

Y-yes. We wont. T-thank you, Ash Guardian. Thank you! Camas said, scrambling away on all fours like a prana gopher. Only later did he realize he could walk.

The bully and his lackeys sprinted off into the night, leaving Sajan alone.

Alone with the demon of the night.

Dont let them bully you, a voice said from behind him.

Sajan nodded, not daring to turn around.

Dont join them.

W-will you take my life?

Not tonight. But if you cower before them again

I-I understand. I wont. I wont do their bidding. I swear to you!

And the next time you see someone in your position?

Ill help them! Even if it costs my life! Ill stop their bullying.

Ensure you do

W-who are you? Sajan asked, finally mustering the courage to sneak a peek behind him.

But his eyes found only a dark, dirty alley. He was alone.

Soon, a rumor blossomed within Brija demon lurked in its depths. A demon that only came out at night, who guarded the weak.

Days later, when Minas spies finally learned of the rumor, they found nothing. Only villagers and their idle gossip. After interrogating the kids, they did learn of an individual who leveraged the powers of shadow to accomplish superhuman feats, which they promptly reported to their liege.

But when Mina learned the trail had gone cold, all she could do was scream in rage. Virs trail had gone cold, and the crippled princess was forced to scour northern Hiranya for a ghost that was no longer there.

Meanwhile in Brij, the legend of the Ash Guardian spread like wildfire. First among the children, then by the adults. Of one who defended the weak, who protected those in need. The legend of the Ash Guardian would make bullies shiver in their shoes for years to come.

All thanks to the tireless efforts of Sajan of Brij.