He had the church, as many of the Fulhar’s and Maean’s as could be spared, out in Rege, helping the populace, bringing them food, helping to repair and re-start a society that had been frozen for months. It would be slow, but within the year, he was sure Rege would capitulate to his demands; would become a protectorate of Rognia. With the extra troops, they would take Heyle easily, and Dhome and Dheme soon after. Riin and Maarin would be tougher to crack, but within five years, even they would fall, would turn and worship Ragn.
And then…if there was another continent across the sea…
Normally the storms were too great, but if music could calm them…
It would require funding, and time, but he was sure they could find a way across.
Another continent entirely to convert to Ragn; another continent of souls to save. He would be the greatest Maeiter the world had ever seen. Ragn would surely welcome into his arms when his time came.
But not yet. Not yet. There was still too much other work to do. First in Rege, then Heyle…
Still…build the army, find the scientists and musicians. Find a way across the ocean…it could be done. It would be done.
He rang the bell on his desk, and his manservant opened one of the large doors to the room.
‘Send for Stean,’ the Maeiter said, sitting back down in the worn wooden chair at his desk piled high with papers, as close to a throne as he would ever get, ‘tell him it’s urgent, and he will be well funded. He has work to do.’
The doors to the room closed with the same loud, ominous thud as they always did, as the Maeiter turned back to his desk, his reports, and his thoughts.
End
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David Alloggia
About the Author
David Alloggia was born and raised in Ottawa. Taught to read on a steady diet of science fiction and fantasy, The Fire and the Fog is his first novel.
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