miss being able to hold onto Aron, though. He’s decided it’s safest if I ride in the middle, so he pulls up the rear while Markos and Kerren ride ahead.
Once we cross the lake, we change out of our wet, cold clothing, and remount again. I wrap my cloak tightly around my body and give the tower one last, final look before it disappears as we head into the mountains.
We’re heading to Yshrem. To our destiny.
I’ve never been so damn scared in my life.
70
ONE MONTH LATER
I wasn’t expecting that the war would beat us to Yshrem.
We sit atop our mounts on the edge of a cliff and stare down at the plain below us. It stretches out for miles, and I almost expect to see more of the tiny villages along the roads that we’ve seen up until now. Instead, there’s a massive, white stone keep with a huge crenellated retaining wall. It butts up against a wide river, and on the other side of the river is an army.
In between them is a war zone.
Trenches are dug all along the river’s edge. A bridge that looks as if it used to cross to the other side is demolished in the middle. Spikes have been pushed into the ground to act as barriers and all over I see churned earth, scorched piles of ash that still smoke in the late morning sunlight, and in the distance, a field full of tents. Men crawl behind the barricades on the other side of the river, and even from here, I can see armor and spears. Flags flutter in the breeze, and as I watch, yet another rises behind a spiky barricade as if to taunt the cool-looking keep on the other side.
“What is this?” I ask, a little shocked. Part of me thought we’d show up to Yshrem—the capital city of the kingdom Yshrem which bears the same name—and maybe regroup a little before building an army. Clearly we’ve been beaten to the punch.
“It’s a siege,” Aron says, his gaze on the tableau below, eyes darting as he takes in the sight.
“But who’s sieging Yshrem? They’re the castle, right?” I raise my hand to my eyes, shielding the sunlight as I gaze at the massive fortress. On the far side of the wall, roads and fields lie spread and ordered in neat rows…but they’re empty and I don’t see crops growing. The last village we passed was completely empty and we didn’t know why.
Now I guess we know—they’ve all hidden inside the keep.
“Adassia,” Markos says, and Aron nods.
Over the last month, I’ve been given a crash course on Yshrem and Adassia history. They’re neighboring kingdoms, both conquered by the Cyclopae—who are barbarian warriors—about twenty years ago. Yshrem is fully under Cyclopae control, as their queen married the cyclops king, but it seems Adassia is not as big a fan. They’ve rioted in the past and fought against cyclops control before.
“Right. I guess that makes sense that they wouldn’t be happy.” I scan the army, at the bright red banners that fly over every tent and rise over multiple parts of the scarred up battlefield. My heart stutters when I see a familiar axe symbol. “Aron, they’re carrying your mark.”
“I see that.” His voice is flat. “That explains much.”
“What does it explain? Spell it out for us slow people.” Were they waiting for him? Did they know he was coming?
Have the Spidae betrayed us already? Is this all one big game?
“My last Aspect will be there, with Adassia.” He gestures at the sea of tents. “Why else would they war against a much stronger kingdom? They must have something—or someone—on their side to tip the scales in their favor.”
Hedonism Aron is there? I look at the sea of tents for signs that it’s him, but all I see is Aron’s symbol on flags, Aron’s symbol painted onto hammered breastplates. He can’t be wrong, though. The air feels charged, the troops a little too happy as they laugh behind their barricades. They’re laying siege to a hella big castle, but they act like they’re going to win. Even from here, I can tell there’s no tension in them. It’s like they’ve got this in the bag.
They would think that if they have the god of battle on their side.
You will meet your destiny in Yshrem.
Well fuck. They weren’t exactly wrong about that. Our “destiny” has already amassed an army when my Aron refused one. I bite back my sigh. Sometimes I wish Aron was