31x02: Interlude
Thanks, Seonaid!
This week we have a Very Special Treat: A guest post from Jenber, providing us the wonderful, dark (and mysterious!) tale that is Mena's backstory. I should note that this was, essentially, as played: Twiggy actually asked Mena about her personal history during this session, which was when I (and Twiggy!) first learned it. Many thanks to Jenber for writing it up.
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31x02: Interlude
Mena suspected that Twiggy had something on her mind. The girl had been giving her curious sideways looks since dinner, and Mena knew from experience that when Twiggy wanted to know something, she generally did her best to find out about it. Better to have it out before her student exploded with the effort of trying not to say anything in front of the others. It was with that in mind that Mena waited until everyone had gone their separate ways to pack, and then knocked on Twiggy's door.
"I thought you might like some help packing your things and Rose's."
They packed in silence for no more than a minute before Twiggy dropped a pouch of sundries onto her bedroll and blurted, "Mena, can I ask you a question?"
Mena smiled to herself as she calmly folded a tunic: she'd expected to have to wait at least twice that long. "Always."
"You never talk about your past--and I don't want to pry--but at dinner you said that when we were fighting the Mother Superior you heard the voice of your mentor at the Keeper's temple. Was--well--who was he?"
Mena was silent for a moment. She'd expected that question. She'd even thought that she had a nice, pat answer that would probably satisfy Twiggy enough to put the matter to bed, at least for now. Just now, though, looking at the earnest young woman in front of her, Mena found that she herself was unsatisfied with the easy half-truth she'd prepared.
She sighed heavily. "Very well. You remember what I told you about my family,
back in the Ketkath?"
Twiggy answered as if reciting a lesson she'd learned by heart. "Your father's business partner cheated him and altered records so that it looked like your family was in debt. You were only four and your mother took you to the Keepers' temple so you'd be safe, but your parents and two older brothers were sold into slavery. You don't know where they are...and you don't want them to know that you became a Defier, but you didn't tell me why."
Mena's mouth twitched up in the fraction of a smile her students recognized as approval. "Just so. The why happened eight years after my mother left me with the Keepers and has directly to do with who my mentor was. It's not a happy story, mind, and I am not a hero in it. Are you sure you want to hear it?"
Twiggy nodded her head, just once. Mena picked up one of Rose's formal sovereign dresses, and as she folded it carefully along its long length, began to tell a story full of shadows and fire.
* * *
Brother Spark was supposed to be asleep. She would have been, too, if someone outside hadn't made such a racket as they approached the Keepers' temple. The moon was still high in the sky; dawn was still far away.
Perhaps if she just lay here quietly and ran through her lessons in her head that would put her back to sleep: the major export of Dar Karo was exquisite handcrafted items; the modern Alirrian Givers had been founded by Mother Amaryllis three hundred and forty-two years ago in Dar Pykos; the new king of Dar Und, Lukas von Volken, had so far cut down on crime in the city--mostly by being better at it than the criminals, which Spark respected as a strategy; fire required as fuel both flammable material and air; a proper set of martial forms should be performed with perfect attention to every muscle until one no longer needed to pay attention to any of them to achieve perfection.
Spark closed her eyes and tried to will herself to sleep. The soft murmur of voices floated in from outside and broke through her concentration. "Ehkt's balls," she swore under her breath, then glanced around to see that the other students were still asleep and hadn't heard her: Brother Shining, her favorite teacher among the Keepers of Light, didn't like his students to swear, and some of the others were tell-tales. Shining said that a mind that truly strove to reach intellectual excellence had no need of coarse language. Spark saw no reason why she couldn't do both, and anyway, the teachers among the Keepers of Flame swore about as often as they drew breath, so it seemed likely that Ehkt himself might be of two minds about it. Spark reasoned that until she chose to devote herself to either intellectual excellence as a Keeper of Light or physical excellence as a Keeper of Flame, she could probably get away with the occasional expletive, as long as she did it very quietly and didn't get caught.
"Brother Shining won't like that, you know." The voice was pitched low and was shockingly close to Spark's pillow. She started and twitched gracelessly into a defensive crouch that owed more to the constant repetitions of maneuvers in her various drills than to any real intention on her part.
"You wouldn't strike a cripple, would you? That would almost be worse that the swearing." The voice shook a little with the effort of holding back laughter. Spark relaxed and nearly toppled off her bed. It was Brother Kindle, her very best friend and frequent co-conspirator.
"What are you doing awake?" she whispered, half-accusingly. "Normally you could sleep through the whole temple coming down around your ears."
Kindle shifted his weight to lean more heavily on the sturdy stick in his left hand. He didn't like to use the crutch more than he had to, Spark knew, but sometimes the twist in his bad leg made it hard for him to stand for very long or move very quickly. "Voices outside, talking to at least three of the teachers. They woke me up. Something about them seemed...wrong."
Spark rolled her eyes in the dark. "How can voices seem wrong?"
"I don't know. They just...don't belong here. We need to go out and have a look."
Spark snorted, then froze a moment as nearby student shifted in his bunk. "What in the name of Ehkt's hairy hindquarters would we do even if they were up to something? I'm sure the teachers don't need our help to deal with a couple of strangers."
Kindle grabbed her arm with his free hand. "We can't just do nothing. If there's something bad happening, we have to at least try. If it's nothing, we'll come right back in and I'll give you my dessert for a week."
In the pale wash of moonlight from the dormitory window, Spark could just make out the concern on Kindle's face. It wasn't unusual for her friend to worry; frankly, sometimes Spark thought Kindle could be a bit paranoid. It
was unusual for him to instigate the kind of trouble they'd be getting into by sneaking out and spying on the teachers and their mysterious guests this late at night, though. Very unusual, actually. Their teachers always said that Kindle would be an exemplary Keeper of Light with his thoughtful approach to the world, while she would be better as a Keeper of Flame. Well, except for Brother Shining: he always said that she was every bit the thinker Kindle was, she just lacked the discipline that came naturally to her friend. He seemed to think it was something she could learn. She sighed. This was apparently not the night to start on discipline. There was luck for you.
"Okay. Let's go have a look. Remember, you said dessert for a
week." She swung her legs out of bed and pulled on shoes as silently as she could manage. She crept quickly to the door and eased it open as Kindle made his slower way across the room. The door closed noiselessly behind them, and the two young Keepers stood in the cool autumn breeze listening for voices. The sounds of heated conversation drifted out from the temple's main building, and Spark and Kindle snuck over to the closest window.
The window was closed and latched from inside. The talking inside wasn’t loud enough to be intelligible, but Spark recognized Brother Shining's voice among the jumble of sounds. He didn't sound happy.
"We have to look over the sill. Help me balance," whispered Kindle. Spark nudged a fist-sized rock out of their way and hooked one arm around Kindle's waist as they both stood on tiptoe to peer into the room.
At first, Spark couldn't see much of anything: the window was strangely dark. Then the darkness moved away and she realized that it had been a black hooded cloak worn by someone standing very near the window. As the figure moved away, Spark saw that there were several other people in dark cloaks standing throughout the room, their faces obscured by the shadows cast by the heavy hoods.
Brother Shining was shaking his head at one of them and saying something that didn't seem terribly friendly. The other teachers in the room were nodding their heads in agreement with Brother Shining, and one of the Keepers of Flame had, almost unconsciously, settled her weight onto her back leg in what Spark recognized immediately as a defensive stance.
Spark glanced at Kindle. "This is bad," she said. "Who are those people?"
Kindle shook his head. "I don't know. I just don't know. I need a minute to think."
Spark opened her mouth to reply but the words stuck in her throat as she heard Brother Shining shout loudly enough for his words to penetrate the thick glass of the window. "Ehkt's balls!" The absurdity of Brother Shining, of all people, being mad enough to swear nearly made Spark laugh out loud.
Then—with no warning—the room inside exploded into one giant mass of fire.
Spark heard Kindle scream, then realized she was screaming, too. Brother Shining and the others were on fire, and there was no way out of that room through the flames. "Do something!" Kindle screamed. Spark looked around frantically, and caught sight of the rock she'd moved away earlier. Maybe, if she was lucky....
Spark let go of Kindle and hefted the rock. Without stopping to think, she slammed the heavy stone against the window to break the glass and let Brother Shining and her other teachers--her brothers--out.
Fire requires air to survive.
As the window shattered, the fire surged out into the night in search of fuel. It found not only the night breeze, but also the tender skin of the two young keepers. Spark threw her arms up in front of her and felt the flames sear through her hands and forearms, making them blister and crack. Dimly, through the excruciating pain, she was aware of Kindle's initial scream, and then his quiet gasping.
She would learn later that he'd been clinging to the wall where she'd left him and hadn't been able protect himself from the fire. It had washed across his unprotected face and chest before subsiding back into the burning building. She would also learn that she had crawled to his side and deliriously tried to fight off the Keepers who had rushed out from the other buildings at the sounds of screaming. It had taken three Keepers of Flame to hold her back so that others could tend to Kindle, and they held her until she finally succumbed to the pain and a horrible, deep blackness.
Many hours later, Spark woke alone in the dormitory to find her hands and arms wrapped in bandages. The light of the day she'd missed was beginning to give way to twilight, and sounds of crying and angry voices drifted into her from all directions--the Keepers were mourning. An Alirrian Giver came to Spark's bed with a glass of water. "We're glad to see you awake, little one. Those burns of yours are healing, but they're going to need a bit of extra attention if we're going to prevent scarring."
Spark stared at the Giver as if he had suggested that she put on a pretty dress and worry about her hair. He seemed to guess that scars were the very last thing on her mind and had the grace to color slightly. "I know that doesn't seem important now, but scars can make your hands stiffen if you don't care for them properly."
Spark continued to stare at him. Finally, she croaked, in a voice still raw from smoke, "What happened?" Once the Giver had given her a few details--where she'd been found, how she'd fought to protect her friend, the sort of injuries Kindle had--she asked the worst question: "Where is Kindle?"
The Giver looked away from her. "I'll find one of the brothers to come talk to you. You drink that and try to rest." He stood and walked quickly away.
Spark clenched her fists, ignoring the waves of pain from her damaged skin. The Giver's behavior meant only one thing: Kindle was dead. And if Kindle was dead, it was her fault. She broke the glass and brought the fire down on them, she left him clinging to the wall unable to get away on his own. She had acted without discipline, and she had killed her best friend. Brother Shining would be so disappointed...he could never forgive her for this.
In an instant Spark realized that Brother Shining truly would never forgive her: he was dead, too. She was on her feet and out the door before she realized what she was doing. She made her way to the ashes of the temple and fell to her knees in a cloud of soot that rose up around her like an extra shadow. She closed her eyes and began to pray to Ehkt: for help, for some sort of penance, for forgiveness. She waited there, among the ashes, for an answer until the last of the light was extinguished from the sky.
No answer came. Spark knew why: Ehkt clearly did not want the prayers of a girl who hadn’t thought things through. Whose impulsive actions had killed her brother. Ehkt clearly did not forgive her. She would not bother him again.
Spark turned from the ruins of her temple home and began to walk steadily away. She did not return to the dormitory for her things. She did not say goodbye. She did not look back.
* * *
Mena looked up from the stockings she'd just finished folding. Twiggy had stopped packing and was gripping a silk scarf so tightly it seemed in danger of fusing to her hands.
Mena reached over and gently eased the crushed fabric out of the girl's fingers. As she smoothed it out, she continued, "I wandered for a few days until I ran into a group of Defiers. Defiers, as you know, all come to the sect because some catastrophe has broken them past all hope of repair. The one thing they have left is a desire to spend whatever life they have left pitting themselves against Sedellus's evil in whatever ways they can. So I studied the things that would help us thwart the Bitch. I learned that Sedellus is a harsh mistress who demands that her followers dare to defy her, and destroy themselves if necessary to stop her. I began to believe that any learning is meaningless if not used against Sedellus, and that strength without purpose will wither and die.” Mena added, almost to herself, “Fire cannot live without Air."
Twiggy managed a question. "Weren't you young to join a group like that? You were only twelve."
Mena gave a shrug. "I had to make a fair argument to the Sisters. But Defiers don't generally turn anyone away if they truly want to be there. Have you noticed that Defiers all have rather hideous names?"
Twiggy shook her head, puzzled. "Philomena' isn't hideous."
Mena chuckled. "'Philomena isn't my formal name. Defiers all take names that represent the event that brought them to the sect, to remind them of the reasons why Sedellus must not be allowed to go unchecked. My formal name is Dame The Searing. When I was told that my next assignment would be teaching a young noble girl and her brother, I adopted something less...menacing, so as not to frighten my students before I'd even opened my mouth. It seemed only sporting."
Twiggy was quiet for a long moment. "Dame Mena," she ventured. "I don't think you did anything wrong." Mena stiffened, but Twiggy went on. "You were trying to save your teachers, and Kindle wanted you to do anything you could to save them. It was an accident."
Mena folded a final pair of stockings. "Sometimes we mean well and do great harm anyway," she said softly. "Our intentions might be very admirable indeed, but we're still responsible for acting without thinking." She shook herself and tucked the stockings into the pack. "That's why I always insist that you do your research and think things through. There, I think that's everything packed up now." Mena moved as if to leave, but Twiggy spoke again.
"But that’s not my point. It’s not just that you’re not culpable, as the Justicars would say. It’s also that you did your best. You always tell us to do our best, and that’s exactly what you did under the circumstances. That means there's no reason for Ehkt to turn his back on you. And I think Brother Shining would agree with me, or he wouldn't have spoken to you when you needed him."
Mena stared open-mouthed at her student for a moment. Twiggy seemed to be oscillating between being very pleased with her point and being nervous about her teacher's reaction. Finally, Mena nodded sharply. "I'll have to consider that a while." She paused, then added, "Thank you, Twiggy."
With another fraction of a smile, Mena left Twiggy with a bed full of packed bags and walked back to her own room, full of tempting, dangerous thoughts of Ehkt and the kinds of fire that leave no scars at all.