An Ember in the Ashes
Page 124
Leave it to me, she said. I’ve no wish to murder children.
I peer out from under the stage, but it’s difficult to see through the dust. It seems as if the walls of the belltower have burst out, though in truth, the dust is from more than two hundred bags of sand Izzi and I spent all night filling and ferrying to the courtyard. Cook set each one with a charge and connected them together. The result is spectacular.
Behind me, the entire back of the stage is gone, the Masks beyond it unconscious on the ground, including the one who murdered my family.
The legionnaires are in a panic, running, shouting, trying to escape. The students drain out of the courtyard, the older ones half dragging, half carrying the Yearlings. Deeper booms echo from further away. The mess hall, a few classrooms—all abandoned at this time and likely collapsing at this very moment. A gleeful grin spreads across my face. Cook hasn’t forgotten a thing.
The drums beat in a frenetic tattoo, and I don’t have to understand their strange language to know that it’s a breach alarm. Blackcliff is pure havoc, worse than I could have imagined. More than I could have hoped for. It’s perfect.
I do not doubt. I do not hesitate. I am the Lioness’s daughter, and I have the Lioness’s strength.
“I’m coming for you, Darin,” I say to the wind, hoping it will carry my message. “You stay alive. I’m coming, and nothing’s going to stop me.”
Then I swing out from my hiding place and hop onto the execution stage.
It’s time to free Elias Veturius.
L: Elias
Is this what happens to everyone when they die? One second, you’re alive, the next, you’re dead, and then BOOM, an explosion that tears apart the very air. A violent welcome to the afterlife, but at least there is one.
Screams fill my ears. I open my eyes and find that I’m not, in fact, lying on a fair netherworld plain. Instead, I’m flat on my back beneath the very same platform where I was supposed to have died. Smoke and dust choke the air. I touch my neck, which stings something fierce. My hands come away dark with blood. Does this mean I’ll have a severed head in the afterlife, I wonder stupidly? Seems a bit unfair...
A pair of familiar, gold eyes appears above my face.
“You’re here too?” I ask. “I thought Scholars had a different afterlife.”
“You’re not dead. Not yet, anyway. And neither am I. I’m setting you free. Here, sit up.”
She puts her arms under me and helps me up. We’re beneath the execution dais; she must have dragged me here. The entire back of the stage is gone, and through the dust, I can barely make out the prone forms of four Masks. As I take in what I see, I understand, slowly, that I’m still alive.
There’s been an explosion. Multiple explosions. The courtyard is in chaos.
“Did the Resistance attack?”
“I attacked,” Laia says. “The Augurs tricked everyone into thinking I died yesterday. I’ll explain later. What’s important is that I’m setting you free—for a price.”
“What price?” I feel steel against my neck and glance down. She is holding the knife I gave her to my throat. She pulls two pins from her hair, keeping them just out of reach.
“These pins are yours. You can pick your locks. Use the confusion to get out of here. Leave Blackcliff forever, like you wanted. On one condition.”
“Which is...”
“You get me out of Blackcliff. You guide me to Kauf Prison. And you help me break my brother out of there.”
That’s three conditions. “I thought your brother was in—”
“He’s not. He’s in Kauf, and you’re the only person I know who’s ever been there. You have the skill to help me survive the trip north. That tunnel of yours—no one knows of it. We can use it to escape.”
Ten burning hells. Of course she won’t just set me free for the hell of it.
From the mayhem around us, it’s clear that she’s gone through considerable trouble to pull this off.
“Decide, Elias.” The clouds of dust shielding us from view are slowly starting to clear. “There’s no time.”
It takes me a moment. She offers me freedom, not realizing that even chained, even facing execution, my soul is already free. It was free when I rejected my mother’s twisted way of thinking. It was free when I decided that dying for what I believed in was worth it.
True freedom—of body and of soul.
What happened in my prison cell was freedom of my soul. But this—this is freedom of my body. This is Cain keeping his promise.
“Fine,” I say. “I’ll help you.” I don’t know how, but that’s a minor detail right now. “Hand them over.” I reach for the pins, but she holds them back.
“Swear it!”
“I swear on my blood, bones, honor, and name, I will help you escape Blackcliff, I will help you get to Kauf, and I will help you save your brother.Pins. Now.”
Seconds later, my manacles are off. The hobblers around my ankles are next. Behind the stage, the Masks stir. Helene still lies facedown, but she mutters as she shudders awake.
In the courtyard, my mother climbs to her feet, peering through the dust and smoke at the dais. Hag. Even when the world explodes around her, her main concern is that I’m dead. Soon enough she’ll have the entire damn school after me.
“Come on.” I grab Laia’s hand and pull her out from under the stage.
She stops, staring at the unmoving form of a Mask, one who escorted me to the courtyard. She brings up the dagger I gave her, and her hand shakes.
I peer out from under the stage, but it’s difficult to see through the dust. It seems as if the walls of the belltower have burst out, though in truth, the dust is from more than two hundred bags of sand Izzi and I spent all night filling and ferrying to the courtyard. Cook set each one with a charge and connected them together. The result is spectacular.
Behind me, the entire back of the stage is gone, the Masks beyond it unconscious on the ground, including the one who murdered my family.
The legionnaires are in a panic, running, shouting, trying to escape. The students drain out of the courtyard, the older ones half dragging, half carrying the Yearlings. Deeper booms echo from further away. The mess hall, a few classrooms—all abandoned at this time and likely collapsing at this very moment. A gleeful grin spreads across my face. Cook hasn’t forgotten a thing.
The drums beat in a frenetic tattoo, and I don’t have to understand their strange language to know that it’s a breach alarm. Blackcliff is pure havoc, worse than I could have imagined. More than I could have hoped for. It’s perfect.
I do not doubt. I do not hesitate. I am the Lioness’s daughter, and I have the Lioness’s strength.
“I’m coming for you, Darin,” I say to the wind, hoping it will carry my message. “You stay alive. I’m coming, and nothing’s going to stop me.”
Then I swing out from my hiding place and hop onto the execution stage.
It’s time to free Elias Veturius.
L: Elias
Is this what happens to everyone when they die? One second, you’re alive, the next, you’re dead, and then BOOM, an explosion that tears apart the very air. A violent welcome to the afterlife, but at least there is one.
Screams fill my ears. I open my eyes and find that I’m not, in fact, lying on a fair netherworld plain. Instead, I’m flat on my back beneath the very same platform where I was supposed to have died. Smoke and dust choke the air. I touch my neck, which stings something fierce. My hands come away dark with blood. Does this mean I’ll have a severed head in the afterlife, I wonder stupidly? Seems a bit unfair...
A pair of familiar, gold eyes appears above my face.
“You’re here too?” I ask. “I thought Scholars had a different afterlife.”
“You’re not dead. Not yet, anyway. And neither am I. I’m setting you free. Here, sit up.”
She puts her arms under me and helps me up. We’re beneath the execution dais; she must have dragged me here. The entire back of the stage is gone, and through the dust, I can barely make out the prone forms of four Masks. As I take in what I see, I understand, slowly, that I’m still alive.
There’s been an explosion. Multiple explosions. The courtyard is in chaos.
“Did the Resistance attack?”
“I attacked,” Laia says. “The Augurs tricked everyone into thinking I died yesterday. I’ll explain later. What’s important is that I’m setting you free—for a price.”
“What price?” I feel steel against my neck and glance down. She is holding the knife I gave her to my throat. She pulls two pins from her hair, keeping them just out of reach.
“These pins are yours. You can pick your locks. Use the confusion to get out of here. Leave Blackcliff forever, like you wanted. On one condition.”
“Which is...”
“You get me out of Blackcliff. You guide me to Kauf Prison. And you help me break my brother out of there.”
That’s three conditions. “I thought your brother was in—”
“He’s not. He’s in Kauf, and you’re the only person I know who’s ever been there. You have the skill to help me survive the trip north. That tunnel of yours—no one knows of it. We can use it to escape.”
Ten burning hells. Of course she won’t just set me free for the hell of it.
From the mayhem around us, it’s clear that she’s gone through considerable trouble to pull this off.
“Decide, Elias.” The clouds of dust shielding us from view are slowly starting to clear. “There’s no time.”
It takes me a moment. She offers me freedom, not realizing that even chained, even facing execution, my soul is already free. It was free when I rejected my mother’s twisted way of thinking. It was free when I decided that dying for what I believed in was worth it.
True freedom—of body and of soul.
What happened in my prison cell was freedom of my soul. But this—this is freedom of my body. This is Cain keeping his promise.
“Fine,” I say. “I’ll help you.” I don’t know how, but that’s a minor detail right now. “Hand them over.” I reach for the pins, but she holds them back.
“Swear it!”
“I swear on my blood, bones, honor, and name, I will help you escape Blackcliff, I will help you get to Kauf, and I will help you save your brother.Pins. Now.”
Seconds later, my manacles are off. The hobblers around my ankles are next. Behind the stage, the Masks stir. Helene still lies facedown, but she mutters as she shudders awake.
In the courtyard, my mother climbs to her feet, peering through the dust and smoke at the dais. Hag. Even when the world explodes around her, her main concern is that I’m dead. Soon enough she’ll have the entire damn school after me.
“Come on.” I grab Laia’s hand and pull her out from under the stage.
She stops, staring at the unmoving form of a Mask, one who escorted me to the courtyard. She brings up the dagger I gave her, and her hand shakes.
