Ceramic DM Round 2-3: RangerWickett vs. Rodrigo Istalindir.
The Two Winds
By Ryan Nock
“Tell me of the two winds.”
The aerial monastery of San Hwe Zu, a floating collection of graceful towers and arching bridges, whirled at the edge of a night storm. The speaker stood at the tip of the Darker Span, the furthest edge of the monastery, where none of the shamans within would see him.
A flare of white light beamed out from the darkness, illuminating the bridge, and amid the moaning winds of the storm, a throaty voice thundered.
*
“I am Doh Mwa Sy. None command me. Seek your answers elsewhere.”
“I bring payment for my questions.”
The speaker shoved a young boy onto his knees at the edge of the bridge, then looked up into the storm’s flashing eye. The beam of light swept down to examine the whimpering boy, then back up to the speaker’s face. The man’s face was covered in a white mask, featureless but for two eyeslits. The storm rumbled, displeased.
“A mask. You dare hide yourself from me? Tell me your name, fool, so that my dark winds may devour you.”
“Pilus.”
Doh Mwa Sy growled at the name. “What business has a Seren in Xaopin lands?”
“Is my payment sufficient, demon? I can easily get you others if you want. This is the son of the shaman who built this monastery and trapped you. He has a daughter, you know.”
The storm demon chuckled, and the boy cried out in fear, trying to crawl away. Pilus grabbed the back of the boy’s neck and held him.
“I approve,” said the demon, and the storm crashed in agreement. “You seek the path to eternal life, Seren?”
“Yes,” Pilus said, his voice resonant with desire.
The bridge shuddered, and the boy was pulled screaming into the storm. The scream ended abruptly, and then the bound storm demon Doh Mwa Sy spoke:
“It was said that a wonderfully cruel mage once sought to bind his spirit to the two winds, so as long as they blew, he could not die. The two winds refused, fleeing from their birthplace to the lands of North and South.
“The fierce North wind vowed not to yield except to the victorious cry of an enemy, and the cunning South wind pledged not to yield except to the anguished cry of a loved one. With this, they sought to never be bound, and that if one were endangered, the other would free its sibling.
“Enemies the mage had many of, but none loved this cruel man. Stymied, the mage abandoned his goal, and died a fool’s death many hundred years ago.”
“Where,” Pilus asked, “is their birthplace?”
“The mountains that separate north and south,” said Doh Mwa Sy. “Seek the mouth of the amber-scented winds.”
“Excellent,” Pilus said. “Now, I have one last task for you, and you may ask whatever price you wish.”
That night, the monastery of San Hwe Zu fell from the sky, and a storm ravaged the land.
* * *
At the border of forest and field, the brothers Lsi Pu and Lsi Nu Gon battled. Last night’s storm had brought great destruction, leaving only sparse trees with bare branches. The wheat fields beyond rustled with wild freedom under the strong southern breeze. No man or beast was witness to the brothers’ duel.
*
Lsi Pu, the elder brother, strong and square-faced with a short graying beard, leapt down from the high branches and swept a kick at his brother. Lsi Nu Gon, younger, slender, shaven, flew away and cartwheeled backward, weaving through a cluster of branches to avoid his brother’s attacks. He took cover behind the trunk and steadied himself as he cast a spell. The air around him whirled with light, and then he was gone.
Lsi Pu, having lost sight of his younger brother in the tangle of leaves and branches, kept in a fighting stance as he hovered from tree top to tree top. The magic he and his brother used to fly in their duels was advanced, but they had been two of the strongest apprentices of the monastery San Hwe Zu. They could remain aloft indefinitely.
A breeze pressed lightly down on Lsi Pu from above, enough for him to sense his brother’s invisible approach. The attack was too fast for him to dodge, so he swept his hands in two deflecting arcs. His right hand struck the oncoming thrust of Lsi Nu Gon’s kick, and the blow aimed for his face instead hit his chest. Lsi Pu’s left hand lashed upward, and he grasped at the loose leg of his brother’s pants, while his right hand twisted around the ankle of the leg that had just struck him. Lsi Pu commanded the winds, and he spun vertically, wrenching his brother past him and downward, into a patch of wiry branches.
Lsi Nu Gon coughed at the impact and kicked free, flying upward and away, seeking to turn his invisibility to his advantage again. But Lsi Pu spotted a few snapped pieces of branches and twigs caught in his brother’s clothes, and he followed them.
“Damned leaves,” muttered Lsi Nu Gon, and invisible hands brushed at the debris that was betraying his location.
Lsi Nu Gon was above the treetops now, nearly impossible to see against the gray vastness of the sky. Not wanting to continue a melee duel, Lsi Pu wove his hands in a dance to conjure the energies of the sky, and lightning flashed overhead.
“Come down, brother,” he called, holding out his hand, which glowed faintly with a crackle of electricity.
Something invisible moved beside Lsi Pu, and the snapping leather of a whip wrapped around his hand, wrenching it to the side. His lightning bolt discharged harmlessly into the air, and then a fist impacted his face. Lsi Pu shoved at his invisible brother and struggled to free his hand from his brother’s whip, but Lsi Nu Gon flew away, down toward the wheatfield outside the forest. The whip still enwrapping Lsi Pu’s hand dragged him along.
Lsi Pu managed a quick spell and slashed off the tip of his brother’s whip, and then he started another lightning spell. He saw the outline of his brother’s body, standing in the waving wheat. Before he could release his spell, though, he spotted the woman beside him.
“Brother, wait.” Lsi Nu Gon stepped free from his invisibility and held up forestalling hands.
Lsi Pu took a deep breath and dismissed his lightning, then descended to the ground as well. His brother laughed and slapped him on his shoulder.
“If you try not to use lightning so much, I’ll make sure not to hide so much. I don’t want to get that hurt. Fair?”
Lsi Pu smiled grimly. “Of course, brother. We’ll finish the duel later.”
The two brothers turned to the woman who had just arrived. She was fey, her form shimmering at the edges, indistinct from the golden wheat. Waves of brown hair fell across the shoulders of her white dress, and she smiled to Lsi Nu Gon.
Lsi Pu said, “You’re early.”
Lsi Nu Gon added, “And thank you for that. It is never too early for me to see my beloved Kya Besh Ko.”
She extended her hand, and Lsi Nu Gon kissed it. She asked, “Are you ready for your meal? I have it prepared at my home.”
Wind breathed cooly over them, and the strands of wheat swayed, as did Kya Besh Ko’s hair. For a moment, all three of them looked to the sky, bleak and gray.
“The storm?” Lsi Nu Gon asked. As he spoke, he wound up the damaged remains of his whip, and mended the weapon. “Were you harmed, beloved?”
She shook her head. “The storm would destroy trees, but merely frighten the fields. I know we had planned to eat in the forest, but the spirits there are disturbed, and it pains me to hear their weeping.”
Lsi Pu stepped forward. “Brother, we can certainly enjoy whatever meal she has prepared indoors as well as out. The wind will still be here when we’re done.”
The younger brother nodded, then hugged Kya Besh Ko. Lsi Pu looked away, hiding his frown.
Lsi Nu Gon reluctantly ended his embrace with the spirit of the fields, and he looked east. “We’ll walk there, my love. I know you don’t like to fly.”
“Thank you, Lsi Nu Gon. You’ll enjoy the food I’ve prepared.”
“Bread again?” Lsi Pu asked, stroking his beard.
“Of course.”
* * *
They ate warm breads with creamy oils and sauces, relaxing in Kya Besh Ko’s wooden home. Lsi Nu Gon listened as she played a koto, and Lsi Pu sat across from them, aligning black and white stones on the floor.
Outside, it began to rain just as Kya Besh Ko’s song ended, and the two lovers turned with interest to Lsi Pu’s creation.
“What is it, brother?”
“A puzzle,” Lsi Pu stated proudly. “If you can solve it, you’ll learn a secret.”
*
With a few quick brush strokes he painted the last few symbols on the white stones, then aligned them into a long grid. Two lines of black stones with white letters along the top, and two lines of white stones with black letters along the bottom. He watched with pleasure as the other two squinted in confusion.
Kya Besh Ko chuckled nervously. “I was never good at your puzzles, Lsi Pu. Is this another anagram?”
Lsi Nu Gon held up a finger. “Don’t tell me yet. It’s more complicated than that. There’s a pattern. You move forward or backward as many letters as the number over that letter says. Or that’s what I’m guessing.”
He sat back and put a hand on his forehead. “It’s too complicated for me.”
With a deep chuckle, Lsi Pu nodded. “You were close, though. And I won’t tell you.”
Thunder rumbled outside, and Kya Besh Ko stood to close a window that was blown open. As she pressed the window closed and lashed its binding, she asked, “Why do you make so many puzzles, Lsi Pu?”
Lsi Nu Gon laughed. “He had to be better than me at something. This was the only thing he could find. Kya Besh Ko, could you bring me my pipe, please?”
She nodded, but looked to Lsi Pu for an answer.
He swept the stones into a pouch, not meeting her eyes. “When the Serens invaded, we sent messages in code. We were not only warriors, Kya Besh. We had to outwit the Serens as well.”
She hesitated at the anger in his voice. “I’m sorry if I offended. You were very brave, even if you could not defeat the Serens. But we are able to live in peace here, at least.”
Lsi Pu did not speak for a moment, but then he took a remaining slice of bread, dipped it into butter, and took a bite.
“The meal was delicious, Kya Besh.”
Lsi Nu Gon nodded eagerly. “It certainly was. The scent of all this baking is wonder-”
Suddenly, the walls of the house began to shake. Thunder roared, and the ground trembled. Kya Besh Ko stepped away from the walls, looking upward, fear in her golden eyes.
“That is the voice of the storm from last night. Lsi Nu Gon, it has returned.”
A voice boomed from the sky, and the ceiling cracked under its force. “I am Doh Mwa Sy, one-time bearer of your accursed monastery.”
Rain seared through the rents in the ceiling, and an angered wind swept through the house. The house cracked, timbers tore away, and it was open to the sky overhead. A white beam glared downward from the blackness of the storm, sweeping across each of them, stopping on Kya Besh Ko. Black winds reached down like claws, grasping her, and she screamed.
Lsi Nu Gon leapt from the ground and flew to her as she was carried into the air, but the storm battered him away, its massive force driving him through the walls of the house. Lsi Pu moved to his brother, pulling him clear as the house disintegrated and fell upon them. Kya Besh Ko’s screams filled the air as the storm fled, and Lsi Pu stood in the ruined remains of the house, beside his unconscious brother, following the demon storm’s flight with his gaze.
“Brother, wake up,” he said. “The demon heads north. It is a fool if it thinks it can escape us.”
* * *
Lsi Pu tended his brother’s wounds and divined the path the demon took. Lsi Nu Gon studied what books they had on demons, hoping to find a way to defeat it and rescue Kya Besh Ko. Then news came of the destruction of their old monastery, of the deaths of many of their old friends and teachers. They left the next day, flying north to lands they had never seen, deep within the borders of the Seren Empire.
Lsi Nu Gon was distraught, and he did not talk much. Lsi Pu seldom talked normally, and so they flew mostly in silence, listening only to the winds that carried them.
After eight days, they found a new wind, blowing from the north, from a jagged line of mountains that Lsi Pu’s divinations had claimed to be the demon’s retreat. They landed in a canyon high in the mountain range, fearful of facing the storm demon in the sky. The air smelled sweet, and the ground was covered in soft green grasses, but there were no flowers to explain the scent. Butterflies floated everywhere around them, seeming curious of their presence.
*
“Don’t worry, brother,” Lsi Pu said. “We’ll find her. We simply need to find the right cave.”
“The demon,” Lsi Nu Gon stumbled over his words, then took a breath to steady himself. “What kind of cave can house a demon the size of a storm. And, even if we do find it, how will we rescue Kya Besh Ko?”
A woman’s voice fluttered out from the air somewhere near them, asking, “Who is Kya Besh Ko?”
The two brothers looked around, nervous. They were masters of the powers of the air, but they could not sense anyone invisible amid the butterflies.
“Do not torment me,” Lsi Nu Gon said. “Kya Besh Ko is the woman I love. Show yourself!”
Lsi Pu put a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Calm down. We should not make demands, especially not out of anger.”
He looked outward and addressed the unseen voice. “Whoever this is, she might know where the cave we seek is.”
The air chittered with a delighted laugh. “Gentleman never come to these parts. I am sorry for what has happened to this woman you have lost, but I thought perhaps you could help us. And it looks like we might have the same interest.”
The voice was humming from every direction, and Lsi Nu Gon spun, angrily looking for the speaker. “Why do you hide?”
The voice was close and whispering. “Most who come here, come to seek power. You may have secrets, and I can’t know if I can trust you yet.”
Calmly, Lsi Pu said, “Though I do enjoy a good secret, we have none that we would need to hide from you. You mentioned an interest. Has the same demon that we seek disturbed you?”
“Indeed,” the voice cried, and the wings of the butterflies seemed to clap with pleasure. “It disrupts the purity of the wind, and I fear it seeks to steal a power that should not belong to it. Can you defeat this monster?”
“We are warriors, dear lady,” Lsi Pu chuckled. “And my brother fights for the woman he loves. The demon shall not be an obstacle.”
The voice said, “Then we can help you.”
The butterflies began to flutter close together, whirling, melding, taking on a solid shape.
Watching, Lsi Nu Gon whispered grimly to his brother, “You’re far more optimistic than I.”
Lsi Pu whispered back, “No, brother. I simply lie better than you do.”
Soon the butterflies had stopped spiralling, and in there place was a woman, kneeling, draped in many-colored robes. She stood and tossed her head back, flicking her curling brown hair behind her. Her face was Seren, but she was still beautiful, creamy-skinned, as delicate as a butterfly herself. Lsi Nu Gon watched with wariness, but Lsi Pu beheld her with awe.
“My name is Danas,” she said.
“Lsi Pu, and my brother, Lsi Nu Gon. Danas, you’re a shapeshifter? Can you assume many forms?”
“Before, yes,” she said, then sighed. “But here, even though it’s beautiful and the air hums with magic, I am limited to the forms of natural creatures. In these mountains there live nothing but butterflies. And now, humans.”
Lsi Pu nodded slowly, understanding. “When we are finished here, would you be willing to leave this place, come with us? The magic of forms intrigues me. I certainly had not expected to find in this remote place a woman so beautiful, and so skilled in its powers.”
“Brother,” Lsi Nu Gon interrupted, “
my woman is still in danger. Now can this Seren woman help us, or is my beloved doomed?”
Danas bit her lip, then nodded. She flashed a brief smile to Lsi Pu, then turned and pointed slightly east. “Two mountains beyond is the cave that gave birth to the two winds. This amber-scented wind blows from its mouth. I can show you. Be careful, though. They say there is a great power hidden in the depths of the cave, and that only a strange prophecy can unleash it. You may have been lured here.”
“Accursed demon,” Lsi Nu Gon said, sneering. “Let us go.”
“Yes,” Lsi Pu said, smiling to Danas. “Let’s.”
* * *
The two brothers landed at the base of the steps leading up to the cave, and Danas’s fluttering form swirled beside them, returning to human form. The massive stone steps seemed cut for a beast hundreds of feet long, but they had no difficulty gliding over them. Lsi Pu carried Danas over the more difficult steps, and Lsi Nu Gon tried to hide his displeasure at his brother’s lack of concern.
At the top of the steps, warm, sweet air breathed out from the mouth of the cave. An old stone house sat just inside the shadow of the cave, and thunder rumbled out from it. Before they headed in, Lsi Nu Gon placed spells upon them to turn them silent and invisible, so only they could hear and see each other.
They advanced, reaching the door to the house. It had no windows and was only large enough for two or three rooms. A chimney on the roof released a faint line of smoke into the amber wind, and this close they could detect the faint scent of bread baking.
The ground rumbled, and the voice of the storm demon shook around them.
“You may enter. I am here to bargain, not fight. Not yet. I even have a meal for you.”
Resigned that their disguises would be of no use to a creature that was one with the air, they entered to the deep chuckling of the demon. Lsi Nu Gon went first, tense and ready to defend himself. Lsi Pu followed, glancing back to the beautiful Danas, who seemed to glow with anxiousness.
Within, a wide square room awaited, bedecked with tables of breads of all kinds. In the far corner, near the room’s only other door, sat a coiled black serpent of clouds. A single gleaming white eye stared out, casting a beam of light across them. When it spoke, the voice seemed far too deep for the small serpent form of the mighty storm demon.
“Partake, my foes. Your desired spirit of the wheat fields has provided this bounty, and I would have you enjoy it.”
*
Lsi Nu Gon started toward the storm serpent, but his brother put a hand on his arm to stop him. He shook free and pointed toward the storm serpent.
“Where is Kya Besh Ko?” he demanded. “And tell me why you have taken her, fiend.”
“She is in this very house, do not fear. And I have taken the fragile thing only because I was paid to do so. My freedom from your enslaving monastery, in exchange for this service.”
Danas gasped. “You enslaved this creature? Even a demon does not deserve-”
“It deserves far worse,” Lsi Nu Gon snarled.
Lsi Pu shook his head. “No, actually. Our mentors thought this creature too destructive, so they tapped its power, using it to keep their monastery aloft, to train us in the magic of the winds. It wasn’t cruelty, but intelligence. Make another’s power your own.”
Doh Mwa Sy laughed, and the house shook with thunder. “You speak like a demon yourself. Please, eat. Do not let it go to waste.”
Taking a step toward the demon, Lsi Nu Gon said, “Hand over Kya Besh Ko, and tell me who is your master.”
Lsi Pu picked up a small loaf of bread and tore off a piece. He ate it, then offered a piece to Danas. She was too nervous to accept, and Lsi Pu shrugged.
The storm demon writhed and chuckled. “I have no master, but the one who hired me is named Pilus, a Seren, and the one responsible for your monastery’s destruction, much to my approval. Worry not, for you shall have a chance to meet him. He told me he would be here soon.”
“Where is Kya Besh Ko?” Lsi Nu Gon demanded. He raised his hand and fired a bolt of energy at the cloudy serpent. It roared when struck.
“Brother,” Lsi Pu said, disapproval in his voice. “Again, you should not demand from those who are not yours to command. Here, have a slice of bread.”
“Lsi Pu,” his brother hissed, “will you not help me?”
“Yes,” Danas said, “aren’t you going to destroy the demon? He waits here at the key to the power of the two winds. He has no place in these mountains.”
A chuckle escaped Lsi Pu’s lips, and he stroked his beard. To the demon he said, “Doh Mwa Sy, what did you master want with the spirit woman?”
“He did not say,” the demon grumbled.
“Did he ask you to cook her and serve her to us?” Lsi Pu tilted his head toward his brother, and smiled.
“No.” The demon laughed boisterously. “That was my idea alone. I had thought at first that a roast would be best, but when I discovered she was nothing but wheat herself, I believe I improvised nicely.”
Danas gasped. “Gods, no.”
“Kya Besh. . . ?” Lsi Nu Gon faltered, and he looked to his brother for an answer.
Lsi Pu cut a slice of bread and bit into it slowly, smiling.
“Brother,” Lsi Nu Gon said, “tell me my beloved is alright.”
Lsi Pu shrugged. “She’s a little overcooked, actually.”
His brother choked and fell to his knees, weeping. For a moment, even the rumble of the storm was subdued. Then, Lsi Nu Gon consulved, screaming in anguish.
Danas started to step away, but Lsi Pu turned to her and whispered the word to a spell, stopping her movement. She whimpered and struggled to speak. Lsi Pu walked over to her and smiled.
“You shouldn’t be running away. You may not have been part of my plan, but I am certainly still interested in you. The teachings encouraged us never to overlook a potential ally, tool, or source of power.
“Doh Mwa Sy,” he said, “please take this woman, and that she does not flutter away.”
The demon thrummed with thunder, and it roared at Lsi Pu, though its voice was almost drowned out by Lsi Nu Gon’s screaming. “Who are you to command me, human?”
“Not command,” he said, shaking his head. He reached within his robes and pulled forth a white mask, featureless except for its eyeslits. “I do not command what I can ask. I can pay you later if you like, demon. But my brother and I have business to attend to.”
“
You are Pilus?” the demon said. “You tricked me.”
“Very sorry about that,” Lsi Pu said. “I do enjoy puzzles, even if no one ever solves them. Now, like the shamans who founded my monastery, I will not destroy you, but use you as a tool. I, however, intend to repay the services you render. Is that arrangement sufficient?”
Without a word, the demon’s form swelled, and it surged past him, picking up the paralyzed Danas and thundering out of the house, carrying her away. Lsi Pu watched his new servant leave, and then he turned to taunt his brother. Instead, he found Lsi Nu Gon standing.
“How could you, brother? You betrayed me, murdered Kya Besh Ko, murdered our mentors and friends. Have you gone mad?”
Lsi Pu shrugged. “Madness is relative. You stole Kya Besh from me, and to be fair I had not intended to kill her. But I have a new plaything.”
“Lsi Pu,” his brother cried, “why?”
“I always gave you puzzles, brother, and you never figured them out yourself. Anyway, I believe I’ll use ‘Pilus’ now. It’s a simple anagram, but sufficient.”
Lsi Nu Gon screamed and leapt at his brother. Pilus tumbled away and flew for the door, firing a lightning bolt back at his brother. Lsi Nu Gon ducked and took the strike on his arm, then lashed out with his whip, catching Pilus’s foot and stopping him from fleeing.
“You bastard!” cried Lsi Nu Gon. He clenched his fist and pulled the breath from Pilus’s lungs, wrenching it free in a gurgled scream. “I’ll kill you. Damn you for your riddles.”
Pilus struggled on the ground, his body jerking from lack of breath. He kicked free of the whip and tried to stand, but he sagged, suffocating. One hand to his throat, one reaching out for his brother, Pilus slumped, a faint smile on his face.
Lsi Nu Gon kept his grip on his brother’s breath for a minute more, overwhelmed by what he had done. Then he screamed, rage and despair mixing in his cry of victory. His brother had always mocked him, always flaunting his intelligence, always jealous of his brother’s greater magical power. Now finally he was dead, and for a moment, Lsi Nu Gon was happy. Then understanding overtook him, and he collapsed, staring at his brother’s lifeless body.
“Lsi Pu, I’m sorry. I’d give anything to bring you back. I’m sorry.”
He sagged to the ground and wept, while far overhead, the thunder of the storm demon faded away. He wept for several minutes, and then he heard something.
In the doorway, the sweet amber wind blowing across him, Pilus drew a breath, and he laughed.
Lsi Nu Gon looked up in shock, then in joy. “Brother, you’re alive!”
Pilus nodded, rubbing his neck and coughing softly. “I am. Are you alright, brother?”
“Brother,” Lsi Nu Gon gasped, putting his face in his hands. “I tried to kill you. I was confused. The demon, it-”
“It lied to you,” Pilus said, sympathy in his voice. “It deceived us, played upon our fears. But we both survived, brother. And we can go home.”
“To what?” Lsi Nu Gon spoke weakly through sobs. “Brother, you didn’t-? You didn’t actually work with the demon? Destroy the monastery?”
Unseen by his brother, Pilus smirked, but his voice condemned. “You tried to kill me, and now you want to blame me still? You have nothing left but me now, brother. Are you trying to drive me away, or leave me dead too?”
“No! Please no, brother. I’m sorry. Please, I’m sorry.”
“It will be alright.” Pilus knelt beside his brother and gently patted him on the shoulder. “Let’s put this behind us. We shall defeat the demon that killed Kya Besh Ko, that destroyed our mentors and friends, and then we will go home. Will you help me?”
“Yes brother.”
Pilus smiled and helped his brother to his feet, assuming an expression of concern. He turned to leave, but Lsi Nu Gon placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Brother, how . . . how did you survive? I thought I killed you.”
Facing away from his brother, Pilus put a hand to his chest. His heart no longer beat, but he could still breathe, as long as the two winds blew. This was yet another puzzle his brother would never learn the answer to. Without a reply, he looked up, and flew into the sky.