Sometimes people try to destroy what they don't understand. Sometimes it works. Sometimes those things come back to bite them in the ass.
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Agata helped Kayin fill a tub with hot water. Kayin took a quick bath
before changing into some clean clothes. They were serviceable,
though no match for the finery of the mayor. “I think Fenrod missed
the valley,” Agata said.
“The valley is the safest place for us,” Kayin said. “We have
an easier time defending ourselves. It's also our home. We ran there
when we didn't have anywhere else to go. Now we choose to leave only
when we're curious and for the most part we are left alone.”
“There are some who fear you mean to use your powers to enslave
others,” Agata said.
“Our purpose now is to have and raise children in the service of
our Goddess and encourage those with our gifts to come forward
instead of hide away,” Kayin said.
“Fenrod said your Goddess is very demanding,” Agata said.
“She's not like the Guardians,” Kayin said.
“Why doesn't your Goddess help protect people like my da?” Yrian
asked. “Why does she let them die?”
“She expects us to fight our own battles,” Kayin said. “It's
not for Her to step in if we aren't worthy of her attention.”
“Wasn't my da worthy of her attention?” Yrian asked.
“Fenrod was, but again we don't ask Her to save us,” Kayin said.
“Our honor depends on standing up for ourselves and our families,
protecting all even if it means our deaths.”
“Da shouldn't have died,” Yrian said.
“You're right, Yrian,” Kayin said. “He didn't deserve to die
just because he was different. That's how the world works sometimes.
You destroy what you don't understand or frightens you. People can be
very ignorant when they want to be.”
“Yrian, when Kayin leaves, you and I are going to talk about why
men hunt those like your father,” Agata said.
“How many more will the bad men kill?” Yrian asked. “Why
doesn't someone stop them?”
“We're trying to,” Kayin said. She stretched out her leg and
lifted her trousers a little. “See the scar? I got that fighting
for that very purpose.” She gestured to the socket where her
missing left eye once sat. “This too. Ours isn't an easy life,
Yrian. Things are better now than they were a hundred cycles are. But
it's going to take a lot longer before we're seen as equals to
everyone else.”
Agata and Kayin talked about Fenrod for a little while before Agata
rose. “It's almost time for you to be at the mayor's house. I'll
show you the way. Yrian, stay here.”
“Yes mum,” Yrian said.
The two women walked through the streets. “Do you think it would be
safer for us in the valley?” Agata asked.
“Yes,” Kayin said. “Agata, it's possible Yrian has the gift.
There are those who would kill a child just to prevent him from
growing up like us.”
“Will you take us with you when you leave?” Agata asked. Kayin
nodded. “When do you want to go?”
“As soon as the meal with the mayor is over. I don't stay too long
in one place. For obvious reasons,” Kayin said.
“I'll put together some things as soon as I get home,” Agata
said.
“Good,” Kayin said.
Agata left her at the door to the mayor's mansion. Kayin knocked. A
servant answered. “May I help you?” he asked.
“Mayor Kolar invited me for the midday meal,” Kayin said.
“You must be Mistress Monette,” the servant said. “Mayor Kolar
is expecting you. Please come this way.”
She was led into a rather opulent dining room, far more suited to the
house of a noble. Algar was already seated at the table. “Mistress
Monette, welcome to my home,” Algar said. “Please, be seated.”
Kayin dropped into the chair that was pulled out for her. “You
provide a sumptuous meal, Mayor Kolar,” she said. “There are many
foods here I didn't expect.”
“You'll find, Mistress Monette, that just because we are small does
not mean we don't have our luxuries,” Algar said. “I trust the
valley has something similar for your people?”
“We tend to keep things simple, but I will admit that there are
days where we indulge ourselves,” Kayin said.
“Please, enjoy the wine,” Algar said as his servant poured it
into her goblet. “It's an old vintage, set down by my grandfather.”
“Thank you, Mayor Kolar,” Kayin said. She took a small sip. She
frowned and took another. Her eyes widened and she set the cup down.
“Is something wrong Mistress Monette?” Algar asked.
“Poison,” she gasped.
“Yes, I hoped you wouldn't figure it out so soon,” Algar said.
“While I am grateful you killed Siward, I can't have your kind
roaming my town at will. Fenrod was enough of a threat that I looked
the other way when he was killed. Since I can't do that with you, I
knew I would have to come up with a different way.”
Kayin gasped a few more times before breaking down into laughter.
“Mayor Kolar, I find your attempt to kill me rather amusing,” she
said as she stood up. “Mage made poison. That's certainly a new one
for me. It's easy enough to diffuse however, if you know what you're
looking for.”
“I see,” Algar said. “Well, I suppose it was worth a try.
Perhaps the others I've sent to kill Fenrod's family will have better
luck.”
Kayin spun around and hurried out of the house. She couldn't run fast
but she was already extending the tendrils of her power, testing the
weave for recent death. As she neared Fenrod's house, she heard a
scream. She cursed her leg and tried to increase her speed.
Kayin found the door splintered. She pushed past it to find four men
advancing on Agata and Yrian. “It'll be your bodies added to the
graveyard today,” Kayin said. She reached out and seized hold of
two of the men's threads.
She twisted and turned them until they were standing between the
others and Fenrod's family. With a tug on their threads, she forced
them to attack their comrades. Swords clashed and soon two of them
lay dead.
“Let us go,” one of those left standing said.
“No,” Kayin said. She turned him against the other. “Not until
you're dead.” A third fell. Kayin turned to the fourth.
“What are you going to do to him?” Agata asked.
“Him I'll spare,” Kayin said. “Carry this message back to your
mayor. Those who try to harm us or those we've sworn to protect will
soon find themselves under siege. Do not get complacent, for you
never know when we'll strike.” She gave him a shove with the weave
and he staggered out the door. “Agata, did you get your packs
made?”
“Yes I did,” the other woman said.
“Let's go. Before more show up,” Kayin said. Agata pulled on her
pack and lifted her son into her arms. Kayin led them out and onto
the road.
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