Blade Asunder Complete Series Box Set

by Jon Kiln

  “Books, grandmother, some of them written in our language. It seems the Akkedis are not just treacherous and ignorant.”

  The Duchess approached her granddaughter, intrigued with Myriam’s find, as books were always a passion of hers. Suddenly, a number of boxes were pushed to one side and a shadowy figure emerged from behind them.

  Grabbing the Duchess around the throat, the figure pinned her body close to its own. Scared and panicked eyes stared out from a nervous face as the attacker scanned the people in the room. Myriam gasped as she recognized the one holding her grandmother.

  “Ghaffar! I wondered where you had got yourself to.”

  46

  Ghaffar was feeling pretty pleased with himself. The situation had looked hopeless. The human Queen’s protector was free, as was that cursed snake Perseus. He knew that if they caught him there would be no mercy. Hiding until an opportunity to escape presented itself to him seemed the best plan. When he heard female human voices, he could not believe his luck.

  “At last, I have found a use for you both other than draining your blood,” he said to them, menace in his tone. “I will allow you to sit on that box, Duchess, but I will be right behind you with a very sharp dagger, so I would not advise you to make any wrong moves as you will be first to go.”

  The Duchess did as she was instructed and sure enough, she could feel the cold body of a lizard man pressing on her back. This particular lizard man she hated very much. He had been the cause of all her recent troubles.

  “Ghaffar, should you not be protecting your Empress?” she asked of him.

  “You know only too well, if I go to my Empress then I shall only meet my death. I can hear what is happening on the streets. We are under attack, and no doubt from stinking humans. You are a wretched species, untrustworthy and dishonorable,” he spat at her.

  “Strange, those were my thoughts exactly,” the Duchess replied, very calmly, “whenever I thought of you, Ghaffar. You betray your people by not helping to save of your Empress, surely?”

  “I have been loyal, securing her the supply of blood that she needed for survival, and where did it get me? Nowhere!” he shouted, his voice echoing around the small chamber. “I should be running all of the mines by now, she promised me that, but no, I had to stay and babysit the human prisoners. Make sure their blood was not stressed, as it did not taste right if it was. Her precious supply. I should not even have been in this city had she stuck to her promises. Empty promises. It has all been for nothing.”

  “It appears you have much to be angry for, Ghaffar,” the Duchess teased him. “I’m surprised you didn’t take the opportunity to remove the Empress and rule in her place. Surely you have an army of soldiers?”

  “An army of imbeciles more like. Yes, that was my plan, to become her confidante, her right hand man, eventually, with me making all the decisions as she slipped into her dotage. But now, you have ruined all of that, you and your kind, savages. Still, perhaps I have a use for you yet. As my hostage you will take me from this city and to freedom.”

  “Is that not my dagger?” Myriam shouted out as she recognized Harkan, the knife that contained the stones of Berghein, the source of her family’s magic powers. “You wear my ring too, you greedy little reptile. I will have them all returned, immediately,” she demanded, knowing full well that Ghaffar would not comply.

  “Sorry, Queen Myriam, these gems are my ticket out of here,” he told her with great satisfaction. “But I promise you this, this dagger will be the death of your grandmother if you don’t do as I tell you. When Arriba returns, I will begin my plan to flee this place, so wait patiently and you will not be harmed. Not yet, anyway.”

  It seemed a long wait for Arriba. Myriam was beginning to think she would not return, maybe she had been captured by the invading army or even worse, was dead. It was some relief when the door opened and Arriba entered, carrying a bag full of food and blankets. She dropped her bag onto the floor at the sight of Ghaffar, and gasped.

  “Come in, Arriba,” Ghaffar demanded. “I have errands that you shall run for me. I am rescuing the human Queen and the Duchess, is that not kind of me?”

  Arriba knew this not to be true. Ghaffar would do nothing that did not directly benefit him. She would go along with it so she could stay close to the female humans.

  “Before I came in here,” he said, “I overheard the humans instructing their soldiers not to kill the women and children. They always were a sentimental race,” Ghaffar sniggered. “I want you to go find me a female Akkedis outfit. We will be a party of women, running through the streets. The Duchess and her granddaughter will wear cloaks, to disguise themselves. Now go, Arriba, come back with a female tunic and cloaks, quickly.”

  Arriba rushed out. She did not wish to leave the humans on their own with Ghaffar for too long. She had learned his true nature as she had witnessed him torturing Ganry with those dreadful insects. He was not to be trusted in any way and she must find a way to save the human Queen and Duchess.

  47

  Ganry let Perseus lead their small group. He knew this part of the Akkedis Empress’ chambers better than he did, having explored it as a snake when they were supposedly kept in chains.

  Perseus briefed them on all that was happening. The city was under attack from humans and the Suzzigon, Perseus’s kin. He told Linz that a troop of lakemen were also among the attackers, as were soldiers from the kingdom. This cheered everyone, boosting their confidence for the task that lay ahead.

  They followed Perseus’s lead through the dark passageways of the underground city. They were surprised not to have come across any Akkedis guards, as they’d expected fierce opposition.

  “Surely it will not be this deserted all the way to the Empress’ chamber?” Ganry queried.

  Perseus just shrugged and continued on.

  They found the throne room, unaccosted, the same room where Perseus and Ganry had their last battle and where the treachery of Ghaffar had been fully uncovered. It seemed an age ago since that day, when in fact, it had been only been weeks. The chamber was completely empty so they followed the route they had seen the Akkedis Empress take the last time they were here. It led directly to a set of large double doors.

  ***

  Empress Gishja, ruler of the Lizard lands had feared the worse. All her guards had deserted her. Personal servants had left too, and she was alone and at the mercies of whatever vile creatures invaded her city. When this was all over, her people would pay a very high price for their cowardice.

  She was not sure as to what was happening. Ghaffar had not been to her all day. Normally he came to update her on the state of affairs in her city and the mines. She had become intolerably weak these last few months, her great age finally taking its toll, but Ghaffar had promised to restore her health and extend her existence. All she needed to do was drink the blood of the D’Anjue family and her strength would slowly be restored.

  It had seemed so easy when Ghaffar had brought her the old Duchess. It had worked. D’Anjue blood restored her health, but when the old female could provide no more, her own condition had soon deteriorated. Drinking the blood, it seemed, was a double edged sword. It did work, but when it stopped she rapidly declined. That’s when Ghaffar had the idea to lure the rest of the D’Anjue family to the lizard city.

  When they had captured the four members of the D’Anjue family, she had blood aplenty and again it restored her, but her body needed more and more every day. Without the thick red juices, her condition quickly worsened, and now she had not had any for two days. Her body was weak and frail. Curse Ghaffar for this. She could have seen out her reign with dignity, or died fighting the invaders. Instead, he had reduced her to a weak, feeble and broken Empress.

  She could hear the sounds of battle in the city, but she had no way of knowing who would be the victor. The Akkedis soldiers would fight well to protect their city. She just hoped that it would be enough. Gishja cursed her weak body, confining her to this bed. If she was to
die, she wanted to die with her people, fighting the invaders.

  She heard someone approach, before the doors burst open. Sensing they were foes, she knew her time had come. There would be no begging for her life. She would die proud, smiling her defiance.

  ***

  All four of them drew their swords as they pushed open the doors to her chamber. The room seemed completely deserted, no soldiers, no servants, nothing. In the center of the room stood a large bed, and in the dim light of the chamber they could just make out the shape of a prone body. As they drew closer they each recognized the Akkedis Empress. Bereft of her blood supply for the last few days, she had declined quickly. Surrounding her, they realized that she was close to death.

  The Empress watched them keenly as they approached. “So, it has come to this, has it?” she said, staring Ganry in the eye. “I am to die at the hands of humans. How humiliating,” she laughed.

  “No, Akkedis Empress, you are to die at the hands of a Suggizon,” Perseus told her.

  She looked at him, her courage wavered for just a second. She knew the Suggizon were capable of killing a victim very slowly, by crushing it and swallowing it whole, gradually digesting it. That process could last for days.

  “I have no intention of consuming your evil body,” he mocked her. “The risk of contamination would be too high.”

  “This is to be my end then? The end of my glorious reign, at the hands of a filthy Suggizon. Do your worst, I fear you not. You are far beneath me, snake man, and I have no fear of you or your people. You deserved to be extinct. There cannot be many of you left.”

  “You think wrong, Gishja,” Perseus said, smiling. “We are many and we attack your city as we speak. Your soldiers litter the streets with their bodies and soon the mines, and your homes, will be ours. We will take those who survive and treat them as slaves.”

  Ganry, Linz and Hendon, all raised their swords up above the Empress.

  “It is time,” Perseus nodded at his companions.

  “For my Queen, and the Duchess,” Ganry proclaimed.

  “For my Uncle, Chief Clay, and all the lakelanders’ whose blood you have stolen,” Linz added.

  Hendon was the last to speak.

  “I seek my own personal revenge on you, for the malice you have inflicted on me, though I would not seek it on your people, for they have done me no harm.”

  With that, all three plunged their swords into the chest of the Akkedis Empress. She did not cry out or attempt to protect herself as the blades easily pierced her scaly skin.

  She lay there, still alive, breath escaping her mouth in short rasping gasps.

  Perseus raised up his sword in two hands, above the Empress’ prone body. “For the Suggizon, who you almost killed to extinction.”

  In one clean stroke, Perseus brought his sword down, the sharp edge cutting across her neck and separating her head from her body.

  It was done, all life had left the decrepit body. Empress Gishja’s cruel reign was at an end.

  48

  At the other side of the city to where Sampson led the Suggizon, the humans, commanded by Lord Parsival, were making progress into the Akkedis defenses. The Akkedis had fought hard but now they were losing ground.

  A separate force to Parsival’s, the lakemen, were attacking in unison, but these were less disciplined troops and answered to no commander. They were fierce warriors and had a grudge to bear against the Akkedis, built up over years of the Rooggaru feeding from their people and killing their great Chief Clay. They had not yet managed to find their new Chief, Linz, and as far as they were aware, he could already be dead. This made their mood even worse.

  They cut through the Akkedis with no mercy, not seeing their victims as living beings, only as the enemy. Kill or be killed was their mantra in this battle. Until they found their chief, they would murder everyone in their path, male, female, or child, no questions asked. They went from home to home, leaving no stone unturned in their frenzy.

  Bachov, a Kingdom soldier, had been attached to a Lakeland troop. He would not be party to the slaughter of innocents, and hated the random killing of everything. Killing Akkedis soldiers he had no problem with. A soldier knows of the chances of dying by the sword, but women and children? The lakelanders were killing indiscriminately, even putting young babies to the sword. These actions sickened him.

  He kicked open a door to an Akkedis home and quickly scanned the room. It appeared empty. As he was about to leave, he heard a muffled cry from a store cupboard. With his sword extended in front of him, he slowly advanced on the source of the noise.

  One hand on the store cupboard door, and his sword raised in his other, he quickly pulled open the door, readying himself to strike. He lowered his sword and his face softened as he saw a female Akkedis with a very young one, cowering in the cupboard.

  Bachov put his fingers to his mouth, indicating that they should be quiet. He had no qualms disobeying the order to kill everything living. It came from the lakelanders, so he did not have to follow it. Slowly, he closed the doors, just as a lakeman charged into the room.

  “All clear,” he said, walking away from the cupboard.

  “You lie,” the lakeman sneered. “I can see it in your face!” He pushed Bachov to one side and opened the cupboard doors.

  “Ha!” he cried as he spotted the Akkedis mother and child, raising his sword ready to strike. “They need to die.”

  Bachov reacted quickly. He could not watch on as this cruel lakelander slaughtered this woman and child. Bringing the hilt of his sword down onto the back of the attacker’s head, he knocked him unconscious.

  “I’m not sure if you understand me, but you must stay hidden,” Bachov instructed her, before closing the cupboard door.

  He grabbed hold of the lakelander under his arms and dragged him out of the home before leaving him in the street. Hopefully when he awoke, he would have no recollection of these events and even if he did, they may both be dead before the day was over.

  49

  Ghaffar was pleased his disguise was working well. It fooled both the Akkedis and the attacking forces. He had forced Arriba to lead the group from the front, with him at the rear. If they were to come across anyone, she was to show herself. Whoever stopped them would think they were a simple group of females trying to escape the slaughter. The motivation for Arriba was the fact that she was aware Ghaffar held a knife at the Duchess’s back, and one wrong move and she would be dead.

  His plan was to make his way to the bridge by the river. This is a good way out of the city, if he could just avoid capture by the Suggizon. He had not decided what to do with the hostages, as much depended on what happened during his escape from the city. It was difficult keeping hold of both the Duchess’s arm, and pressing the dagger into her back. Necessary though, for the human Queen would only do as he bid while he threatened the life of her grandmother.

  Already he could see the bridge. They did not have far to go now. Having hostages would prove useful and guarantee him safe passage. Once free of the city, he would kill Arriba and the old woman, and use Myriam as ransom to help him set up a new life.

  Killing Arriba could prove difficult, as she was a strong, young Akkedis female. In a face to face battle she could probably overcome him, so he would need to be sly when he murdered her. He was puzzled as to why she was helping the humans anyway. Akkedis are taught that self preservation is the only trait to foster. Pity and empathy has no place in an Akkedis’s life.

  At last they arrived at the bridge, unhindered. This could not have gone any better, and he felt his luck was turning just in time. The ransom for the human Queen would help satisfy his need for funds. His initial intention had been to reach the mines, but it was now far too risky. Instead, the Kingdom would pay a handsome price for the safe return of their monarch.

  “On to the bridge, Arriba, do as I say!” he shouted up to her as she began to climb the steps that led there.

  They paused at the top of the stairs while Gh
affar scanned the bridge for hostiles. He spotted a group of humans and Suggizon, recognizing two of the men.

  “Hendon, Hendon, we’re over here!” he heard Myriam’s voice shout out.

  So over confident in how his escape plan was going, he had been too lapse with her. He struck her hard across the face and she stumbled back, falling onto the ground.

  “Keep quiet,” he hissed at her, “or I will gut the Duchess, and then you.”

  He turned to Arriba who was still in the lead, and ordered her to keep moving.

  Arriba had also spotted the two human males who had been part of Myriam’s party. She was unsure if they had heard Myriam’s cry for help and was considering shouting out, when she saw them move towards the bridge. She smiled to herself. Ghaffar hissed at her to get moving, but she refused, standing stock still and awaiting for the arrival of the soldiers.

  Hendon was first on the scene. He was puzzled at first. He thought he had heard Myriam shout out, but these were a group of Akkedis females. As he looked at the one on the ground, she pulled back her hood, revealing herself.

  “Myriam, is that you?” Hendon said, shocked. “Are you hurt?” he asked, noticing blood trickling from her nose.

  He turned to the female who had struck her and instantly recognized that it was Ghaffar, dressed as the opposite gender. Furious with Ghaffar for striking Myriam down, he looked at him fiercely.

  “You odious little beast!” he yelled into Ghaffar’s face, spittle spraying from his mouth. “Your time has come. You have caused enough trouble for my family name.”

  Linz looked on in surprise at Hendon’s outburst. He had known him some time now, and they had faced many adversities together, but in all that time he had never known Hendon to lose control.

  Myriam and the females moved away from Ghaffar, to stand behind Linz and Hendon.