It all sounded wonderful in theory. Assuming they survived the next few months.
Elend rubbed his eyes, then dipped his pen and began to scratch new sentences at the bottom of the document.
The Lord Ruler was dead.
Even a year later, Vin sometimes found that concept difficult to grasp. The Lord Ruler had been ... everything. King and god, lawmaker and ultimate authority. He had been eternal and absolute, and now he was dead.
Vin had killed him.
Of course, the truth wasn't as impressive as the stories. It hadn't been heroic strength or mystical power that had let Vin defeat the emperor. She'd just figured out the trick that he'd been using to make himself immortal, and she'd fortunately-almost accidentally-exploited his weakness. She wasn't brave or clever. Just lucky.
Vin sighed. Her bruises sion might have been unearned, but it had helped keep Elend alive. Though dozens of warlords squabbled in the land that had once till throbbed, but she had suffered far worse. She sat atop the palace-once Keep Venture-just above Elend's balcony. Her reputatbeen the Final Empire, none of them had marched on Lulhadel.
Until now.
Fires burned outside the city. Straff would soon know that his assassins had failed. What then? Assault the city? Ham and Clubs warned that Luthadcl couldn't hold against a determined attack. Straff had to know that.
Still, for the moment, Elend was safe. Vin had gotten pretty good at finding and killing assassins; barely a month passed that she didn't catch someone trying to sneak into the palace. Many were just spies, and very few were Allomancers. However, a normal man's steel knife would kill Elend just as easily as an Allomancer's glass one.
She wouldn't let that occur. Whatever else happened- whatever sacrifices it required-Elend had to stay alive.
Suddenly apprehensive, she slipped over to the skylight to check on him. Elend sat safely at his desk below, scribbling away on some new proposal or edict. Kingship had changed the man remarkably little. About four years her senior-placing him in his early twenties-Elend was a man who put great stock in learning, but little in appearance. He only bothered to comb his hair when he attended an important function, and he somehow managed to wear even well-tailored outfits with an air of dishevelment.
He was probably the best man she had ever known. Earnest, determined, clever, and caring. And, for some reason, he loved her. At times, that fact was even more amazing to her than her part in the Lord Ruler's death.
Vin looked up. glancing back at the army lights. Then she looked to the sides. The Watcher had not returned. Often on nights like this he would tempt her, coming dangerously close to Elend's room before disappearing into the city.
Of course, if he'd wanted to kill Elend, he could just have done it while I was fighting the others....
It was a disquieting thought. Vin couldn't watch Elend every moment. He was exposed a frightening amount of the
time.
True, Elend had other bodyguards, and some were even Allomancers. They, however, were stretched as thin as she was. This night's assassins had been the most skilled, and most dangerous, that she had ever faced. She shivered, thinking about the Mistborn who had hid among them. He hadn't been very good, but he wouldn't have needed much skill to bum atium, then strike Vin directly in the right place.
The shifting mists continued to spin. The army's presence whispered a disturbing truth: The surrounding warlords were beginning to consolidate their domains, and were thinking about expansion. Even if Luthadel stood against Straff somehow, others would come.
Quietly, Vin closed her eyes and burned bronze, still worried that the Watcher-or some other Allomancer- might be nearby, planning to attack Elend in the supposedly safe aftermath of the assassination attempt. Most Mistborn considered bronze to be a relatively useless metal, as it was easily negated. With copper, a Mistbom could mask their Allomancy-not to mention protect themselves from emotional manipulation by zinc or brass. Most Mistborn considered it foolish not to have their copper on at all times.
And yet... Vin had the ability to pierce copperclouds.
A coppercloud wasn't a visible thing. It was far more vague. A pocket of deadened air where Allomancers could burn their metals and not worry that bronze burners would be able to sense them. But Vin could sense Allomancers who used metals inside of a coppercloud. She still wasn't certain why. Even Kclsier. the most powerful Allomancer she had known, hadn't been able to pierce a coppercloud.
Tonight, however, she sensed nothing.
With a sigh, she opened her eyes. Her strange power was confusing, but it wasn't unique to her. Marsh had confirmed that Steel Inquisitors could pierce copperclouds, and she was certain that the Lord Ruler had been able to do so. But... why her? Why could Vin-a girl who barely had two years' training as a Mistborn-do it?
There was more. She still remembered vividly the morning when she'd fought the Lord Ruler. There was something about that event that she hadn't told anyone- partially because it made her fear, just a bit, that the rumors and legends about her were true. Somehow, she'd drawn upon the mists, using them to fuel her Allomancy instead of metals.
It was only with that power, the power of the mists, that she had been able to beat the Lord Ruler in the end. She liked to tell herself that she had simply been lucky in figuring out the Lord Ruler's tricks. But... there had been something strange that night, something that she'd done. Something that she shouldn't have been able to do, and had never been able to repeat.
Vin shook her head. There was so much they didn't know, and not just about Allomancy. She and the other leaders of Elend's fledgling kingdom tried their best, but without Kelsier to guide them, Vin felt blind. Plans, successes, and even goals were like shadowy figures in the mist, formless and indistinct.
You shouldn't have left us, Kelt, she thought. You saved the world-but you should have been able to do it without dying. Kelsier, the Survivor of Hathsin. the man who had conceived and implemented the collapse of the Final Empire. Vin had known him. worked with him. been trained by him. He was a legend and a hero. Yet, he had also been a man. Fallible. Imperfect. It was easy for the skaa to revere him, then blame Elend and the others for the dire situation that Kelsier had created.
The thought left her feeling bitter. Thinking about Kelsier often did that. Perhaps it was the sense of abandonment, or perhaps it was just the uncomfortable knowledge that Kelsier-like Vin herself-didn't fully live up to his reputation.
Vin sighed, closing her eyes, still burning bronze. The evening's fight had taken a lot out of her, and she was beginning to dread the hours she still intended to spend watching. It would be difficult to remain alert when-
She sensed something.
Vin snapped her eyes open, flaring her tin. She spun and stooped against the rooftop to obscure her profile. There was someone out there, burning metal. Bronze pulses thumped weakly, faint, almost unnoticeable-like someone playing drums very quietly. They were muffled by a coppercloud. The person-whoever it was-thought that their copper would hide them.
So far, Vin hadn't left anyone alive, save Elend and Marsh, who knew of her strange power.
Vin crept forward, fingers and toes chilled by the roof's copper sheeting. She tried to determine the direction of the pulses. Something was ... odd about them. She had trouble distinguishing the metals her enemy was burning. Was ?bat the quick, beating thump of pewter? Or was it the rhythm of iron? The pulses seemed indistinct, like ripples n a thick mud.
They were coming from somewhere very close On
tf>e rooftop ... Just in front of her.
Vin froze, crouching, the night breezes blowing a wall of mist across her. Where was he? Her senses argued with each other: her bronze said there was something right in front of her. but her eyes refused to agree.
She. studied the dark mists, glanced upward just to be certain, then stood. This is the first time my bronze has been wrong, she thought with a frown. Then she saw it.
Not something in the mists, but something of t
he mists. The figure stood a few feet away, easy to.miss, for its shape was only faintly outlined by the mist. Vin gasped, stepping backward.
The figure continued to stand where it was. She couldn't tell much about it; its features were cloudy and vague, outlined by the chaotic churnings of windblown mist. If not for the form's persistence, she could have dismissed it-like the shape of an animal seen briefly in the clouds.
But it stayed. Each new curl of the mist added definition to thin its body and long head. Haphazard, yet persistent. It suggested a human, but it lacked the Watcher's solidity. It felt... looked ... wrong.
The figure took a step forward.
Vin reacted instandy, throwing up a handful of coins and Pushing them through the air. The bits of metal zipped through the mist, trailing streaks, and passed right through the shadowy figure.
It stood for a moment. Then, it simply puffed away, dissipating into the mists' random curls.
Elend wrote the final line with a flair, though he knew he'd simply have a scribe rewrite the proposal. Still, he was proud. He thought that he'd been able to work out an argument that would finally convince the Assembly that they could not simply surrender to Straff.
He glanced unconsciously toward a stack of papers on his desk. On their top sat an innocent-seeming yellow letter, still folded, bloodlike smudge of wax broken at the seal. The letter had been short. Elend remembered its words easily.
Son,
I trust you 've enjoyed seeing after Venture interests in Luthadel. I have secured the Northern Dominance, and will shortly be returning to our keep in Luthadel. You may turn over control of the city to me at that time.
King Straff Venture
Of all the warlords and despots that had afflicted the Final Empire since the Lord Ruler's death. Straff was the most dangerous. Elend knew this firsthand. His father was a true imperial nobleman: He saw life as a competition between lords to see who could earn the greatest reputation. He had played the game well, making House Venture the most powerful of the pre-CoIlapse noble families.
Elend's father would not see the Lord Ruler's death as a tragedy or a victory-just as an opportunity. The fact that Straffs supposedly weak-willed fool of a son now claimed to be king of the Central Dominance probably gave him no end of mirth.
Elend shook his head, turning back to the proposal. A few more rereads, a few tweaks, and I'll finally be able to gel some sleep. I just-
A cloaked form dropped from the skylight in the roof and landed with a quiet thump behind him.
Elend raised an eyebrow, turning toward the crouching figure. "You know. I leave the balcony open for a reason, Vin. You could come in that way, if you wanted."
"I know." Vin said. Then she darted across the room, moving with an Allomancer's unnatural litheness. She checked beneath his bed. then moved over to his closet and threw open the doors. She jumped back with the tension of an alert animal, but apparently found nothing inside that met with her disapproval, for she moved over to peek through the door leading into the rest of Elend's chambers.
Elend watched her with fondness. It had taken him some time to get used to Vin's particular... idiosyncrasies. He teased her about being paranoid: she just claimed she was careful. Regardless, half the time she visited his chambers she checked underneath his bed and in his closet. The other times, she held herself back-but Elend often caught her glancing distrustfully toward potential hiding places.
She was far less jumpy when she didn't have a particular reason to worry about him. However, Elend was only just beginning to understand that there was a very complex person hiding behind the face he had once known as Valette Renoux's. He had fallen in love with her courtly side without ever knowing the nervous, furtive Mistborn side. It was still a little difficult to see them as the same person.
Vin closed the door, then paused briefly, watching him with her round, dark eyes. Elend found himself smiling. Despite her oddities-or, more likely because of them- he loved this thin woman with the determined eyes and blunt temperament. She was like no one he had ever known-a woman of simple, yet honest, beauty and wit.
She did, however, sometimes worry him.
"Vin?" he asked, standing.
"Have you seen anything strange tonight?"
Elend paused. "Besides you?"
She frowned, striding across the room. Elend watched her small form, clothed in black trousers and a man's buttoning shirt, mistcloak tassels trailing behind her. She wore the cloak's hood down, as usual, and she stepped with a supple grace-the unconscious elegance of a person burning pewter.
Focus! he told himself. You really are getting tired. "Vin? What's wrong?"
Vin glanced toward the balcony. "That Mistborn. the Watcher, is in the city again."
"You're sure?"
Vin nodded. "But... I don't think he's going to come for you tonight."
Elend frowned. The balcony doors were still open, and trails of mist puffed through them, creeping along the floor until they finally evaporated. Beyond those doors was ... darkness. Chaos.
It's just mist, he told himself. Water vapor. Nothing to fear. "What makes you think the Mistbom won't come for me?"
Vin shrugged. "I just feel he won't."
She often answered that way. Vin had grown up a creature of the streets, and she trusted her instincts. Oddly, so did Elend. He eyed her, reading the uncertainty in her posture. Something else had unsettled her this night. He looked into her eyes, holding them for a moment, until she glanced away.
"What?" he asked.
"I saw... something else," she said. "Or. I thought I did. Something in the mist, like a person formed from smoke. I could feel it, too, with Allomancy. It disappeared, though."
Elend frowned more deeply. He walked forward, putting his arms around her. "Vin, you're pushing yourself too hard. You can't keep prowling the city at night and then staying up all day. Even Allomancers need rest."
She nodded quietly. In his arms, she didn't seem to him like the powerful warrior who had slain the Lord Ruler. She felt like a woman past the edge of fatigue, a woman overwhelmed by events-a woman who probably felt a lot like Elend did.
She let him hold her. At first, there was a slight stiffness to her posture. It was as if a piece of her still expected to be hurt-a primal sliver that couldn't understand that it was possible to be touched out of love rather than anger. Then, however, she relaxed. Elend was one of the few she could do that around. When she held him-really held him-she clung with a desperation that bordered on terror. Somehow, despite her powerful skill as an Allomancer and her stubborn determination, Vin was frighteningly vulnerable. She seemed to need Elend. For that, he felt lucky.
Frustrated, at times. But lucky. Vin and he hadn't discussed his marriage proposal and her refusal, though Elend often thought of the encounter.
Women are difficult enough to understand, he thought, and 1 had to go and pick the oddest one of the lot. Still, he couldn't really complain. She loved him. He could deal with her idiosyncrasies.
Vin sighed, then looked up at him, finally relaxing as he leaned down to kiss her. He held it for a long moment, and she sighed. After the kiss, she rested her head on his shoulder. "We do have another problem," she said quietly. "I used the last of the atium tonight." "Fighting the assassins?"
Vin nodded.
"Well, we knew it would happen eventually. Our stockpile couldn't last forever."
"Stockpile?" Vin asked. "Kelsier only left us six beads."
Elend sighed, then pulled her tight. His new government was supposed to have inherited the Lord Ruler's atium reserves-a supposed cache of the metal comprising an amazing treasure. Kelsier had counted on his new kingdom holding those riches; he had died expecting it. There was only one problem. Nobody had ever found the reserve. They had found some small bit-the atium that had made up the bracers that the Lord Ruler had used as a Feru-chemical battery to store up age. However, they had spent those on supplies for the city, and they had actually contained only a very small bi
t of atium. Nothing like the cache was said to have. There should still be, somewhere in the city, a wealth of atium thousands of times larger than those bracers.
"We'll just have to deal with it," Elend said.
"If a Mistborn attacks you, I won't be able to kill him."
"Only if he has atium," Elend said. "It's becoming more and more rare. I doubt the other kings have much of it."
Kelsier had destroyed the Pits of Hathsin, the only place where atium could be mined. Still, if Vin did have to fight someone with atium ...
Don 7 think about that, he told himself. Just keep searching. Perhaps we can buy some. Or maybe we'll find the Lord Ruler's cache. If it even exists....
Vin looked up at him. reading the concern in his eyes, and he knew she had arrived at the same conclusions as he. There was little that could be accomplished at the moment; Vin had done well to conserve their atium as long as she had. Still, as Vin stepped back and let Elend return to his table, he couldn't help thinking about how they could have spent that atium. His people would need food for the winter.
But, by selling the metal, he thought, sitting, we would have put more of the world's most dangerous Allomantic weapon into the hands of our enemies. Better that Vin used it up.
As he began to work again. Vin poked her head over his shoulder, obscuring his lamplight. "What is it?" she asked.
"The proposal blocking the Assembly until I've had my right of parlay."
"Again?" she asked, cocking her head and squinting as she tried to make out his handwriting.
"The Assembly rejected the last version."
Vin frowned. "Why don't you just tell them that they have to accept it? You're the king."
"Now, see," Elend said, "that's what I'm trying to prove by all this. I'm just one man, Vin-maybe my opinion isn't better than theirs. If we all work on the proposal together, it will come out better than if one man had done it himself."
Vin shook her head. "It will be too weak. No teeth. You should trust yourself more."
"It's not about trust. It's about what's right. We spent a thousand years fighting off the Lord Ruler-if I do things the same way he did, then what will be the difference?"
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