Domire and Tido stalled. Good-hearted Misolfa spoke up first. “Of course! We would love to let you go first, wouldn’t we, boys? I mean, we will all just be sitting here for the next eight weeks anyway, right? It doesn’t matter so much what order we go in.”

Domire said, “Um, yes, that is fine. Misolfa’s right, there’s no problem.”

“Well,” Tido said, “I guess that’s okay, but can I go next? I mean, if it doesn’t matter so much.” He looked at his siblings.

“Alright, then!” Misolfa said, beaming. “Then Domire and I can just wrestle it out for the third rotation. Or just flip a coin. Maybe we could…”

Valkyr interrupted her. “Okay. Right. If you’ll excuse me, I want to get started right now. I’m sure I’ll find my way about the cavern quickly enough, and somebody can slip me my dinner later.” She turned to go and Aton grabbed her wrist.

“Wait, Valkyr. I admit I feel somewhat down about not beginning my own adventure here, but I am glad for all of you. Good luck, sister, and I’ll see you on the other side.” He offered her an embrace, which she took quickly before turning and heading down the hallway. She turned into the first door she came to on her right and closed the door behind her.

Pascho stepped closer to the group. “…You all look like you’d be interested in a tour of the house. You were all looking every-which-way, so I will go ahead and show it all to you, of course leaving the entrance to the cavern last. Come see the kitchen first.”

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Valkyr smiled to herself. She was ready to begin.

Turning to look at the wooden doors, Valkyr paused and thought. She had descended a steep, narrow path in a rocky corridor to arrive in the chamber where she now stood. Three doors waited for her here, lit by several lanterns that did not flicker. She spared the lanterns barely a glance to wonder when they were lit and why they did not flicker as they should, then focused on a long, recessed cavity in the wall. It held four sizeable packages, carefully wrapped and bound in leather and twine.

Valkyr stepped towards one of the bundles, sensing the release of her impatience drawing nigh. This package was clearly hers. It shaped roughly like a bow, though it had a lump in the center. Despite the obvious, these clues were not what told her this was her package. She knew. She could feel it, ever since stepping off the Fassendais. She knew where to find it. It was part of her, and it could not be hidden from her.

After a moment’s pause in anticipation, she reached a hand out and pulled at the twine. As she pulled and unfolded the leather wrapping, Valkyr found her bow. Nearly as tall as she and with a sinuous double recurve, it made her feel her heart racing again. It was beautiful. It appeared to be made of metal, though she couldn’t say what type. It did not even seem to stay the same color as she looked at it. At first it seemed purely colorless, silvery. Then it took on a slightly golden hue. As she stared, she thought it even looked bluish. It was covered in intricate designs, all flowing smoothly from tip to tip. Too intricate to etch or carve, she thought. Most importantly, it was hers.

“Wasp,” Valkyr named it in that moment. With it she could sting from above.

More than eighteen Turns unused—no, that’s not right. Eighteen back on Tasala. Here on Harrval it has been over twenty-two Turns. Either way, seventeen Years, and there is not a speck of rust on it. Valkyr picked up the bow and plucked the shining bowstring. It did not need to be strung or relaxed. It gave a quiet but sharp twang and oscillated, singing its vibrations through the shaft of the bow and into her hand.

Next to where the bow had lain was a quiver filled with arrows. The arrows in the quiver had two different shapes and colors of fletching. Valkyr removed an arrow with golden fletches that curved back in towards the nock at the back of the arrow. It was light, about three feet long, with a flat golden head that curved back to meet the shaft, as the fletches did.

Valkyr started bouncing on the balls of her feet, unable to contain the energy she felt. Quickly she grabbed the quiver and ran the five paces to the three doors on the opposite wall of the chamber. She threw the middle one open and saw a training room filled with dummies for skewering and pummeling. She may return here, but it was not what she sought right now. She opened the door on the left and found a much larger chamber.

The chamber was long and narrow. It was probably some 30 yards from side to side, but it must have stretched some three hundred yards long. It receded into the darkness at the far end, showing hay bales at several points along the way. How long had these chambers been prepared for her and her siblings to come train? No matter.

Valkyr found a table to set her quiver on and brought up the arrow she had in her hand. Deftly she nocked it, drew the bow and aimed, and released. The arrow flew towards the far end and hit the target she had chosen, driving halfway in. This bow was the best she had ever held. She needed more of this feeling. She drew another arrow from the quiver, this time one with silver fletches that pointed back away from the shaft, rather than curving in to meet the nock. Likewise, the head had wicked reverse-pointed barbs that would prevent a wounded enemy from removing the arrow easily. She nocked it, pulled the bowstring, and let the second arrow fly. More.

She grabbed the nock of a third arrow and pulled on it, struggling a little to get it out of the quiver because of the angle; she had not pulled far enough out. Impatiently, she slung the quiver over her shoulder and whipped the third arrow out. She could push the bounds of possibility of accurate speed volleys with this bow and these arrows. At the very least, she would try.

Domire, Valkyr, Misolfa, Tido, and Aton took position in a straight line facing their parents, backs toward the Thallenrose, and knelt on one knee. Together they bowed their heads and uttered in a loud voice, “Kindred and people of Grendhill, we have been commissioned at this time with taking the next step to prepare ourselves to protect this land. We Depart now and will return with the might of Aguneg’s Promise in our hands.”

As Reedl approached, the five siblings rose, turned, and stepped onto the Thallenrose. They made room for Reedl to stand in their center and faced outboard around him, facing outboard toward the crowed on all sides. They each saluted the crowd in their own way, presenting their weapons ceremoniously. Aton held his dao crossed in front of him.

Reedl spoke, “Hexti miti Harrval conti pondere!” The world around the six of them vanished.

Aton reflected internally as they flew. The group had not been touching each other when they launched and so he was unable to see or interact with Reedl or his siblings. He was completely alone for a few minutes.

The oath he had just uttered to the people in the square felt like an empty promise. He supposed it was true enough. Aguneg’s Promise to Grendhill had created the Farella’s weapons. The Sagewoman was a particularly talented one, according to legend, and had somehow been able to confer some of her supernatural gift upon Gren Farella all those generations ago. He hadn’t become a Sageman, nor had any of his descendants, but the gift of the Royal Arms and the talent the Farellas displayed had proven hereditary, and tied to the throne. The King and Queen’s children were born with them, but the princes and princesses who did not inherit the throne did not confer the gift on their children. The Farella dynasty did have the intelligence of the Sages, proof enough that the weapons and talent came from Aguneg’s Promise. Sages were always intelligent. Not genius level, but you would never come across one who was not smarter than average. There was their health as well. The Farellas, like Sages, were almost always in excellent health until an age when the years would finally catch up to them and they suffered the weakness of seniority. It seemed no disease could keep up with them until then.

Aton had not been granted a weapon at birth, and because of that he felt different, apart from his family. However, he had unmistakably been given exceptional prowess. He had dexterity and speed seemingly superior to anyone he had ever met, excepting within his family. Even with them, they could only best him with their respective weapons of specialty. He had every mark of Aguneg’s Promise except the most obvious and visible one. He had no weapon of his own.

Exactly what was Aton Departing for? The view? The stars flying towards him certainly were a sight he always looked forward to, but even that inspiring sight seemed inconsequential in view of the task his siblings had. What was he supposed to retrieve that he did not already have?

Domire had his sword to meet. He had fought and trained with all types of swords, but now he would meet his own. He would certainly find it the ideal length and balance for him, and even styled in a way that would match his personality. Valkyr would surely feel like she were meeting her soul mate or reuniting with an old friend when she held her own bow for the first time. Misolfa and her hammer. Tido and his axe. They would all have a very meaningful two weeks in isolation. They would all Return with an extra glow in their cheeks.

Aton was competent, but he was different. He would come back to Grendhill just the same as he was when he left.

 

“Aton, you have been a unique case your whole life,” Domido said. “Yes, you have trained with your brothers and sisters, studied with them the business of the Farella heritage and way of life. You have done your part to learn everything expected of you as a Farella. And yet you have been different.”

King Domido directed himself to the crowd. “For centuries and generations, since the founding of this nation, my family has ruled in Grendhill. We take no credit for the benevolence and bravery of our progenitor, but we have inherited a legacy to adhere to principles of concern for others. Furthermore, due to the declaration of one of the wisest sagewomen in history, we have inherited the unnatural attribute of possessing a weapon since birth, along with it the responsibility to guard this land against its enemies.

“For centuries, our ancestors have stood ready to defend what the first King of Grendhill united. We have the advantage, by no virtue of our own, of marvelous weapons that don’t grow old or rusty. We have been charged to remain ready to use these weapons against your enemies. As you have just witnessed, Domire, Valkyr, Misolfa, and Tido are prepared to take up the weapons that have belonged to them since birth.

“Aton is different, as you already know. Aton was born with no weapon. However, Aton is still most definitely one of us. It is customary among our people to try to have a sageman or sagewoman present at the birth of our children and tell us their Impressions of the babes. I expect most of you were told what Impressions were read of you at birth, giving a hint of what kind of person you would grow up to be.

“Such is the tradition in the Farella house. We recorded the Impressions of Domire, of Valkyr, of Misolfa, and of Tido. We have identified the named traits that each of them bears within, and have watched as these traits begin to form in their personalities. The sageman had no Impression of Aton. He told us there was a chord shared with the rest of our family, but he had no distinct Impressions. Some might be frightened of this.”

King Domido looked at his son, Aton. “Aton, I like to think this leaves you with great freedom. I have watched you train, study, and apply yourself with great diligence and determination. You studied multiple weapons, keeping your horizons broad. You have shown us your choice that you will be a man of honor and wisdom, worthy of the Farella name. Though your brother Domire and I can best you with a sword, Valkyr with a bow, Misolfa with a hammer, and Tido with an axe, you have distinguished yourself in skill and speed above all others. You carry an aptitude for whatever situation you find yourself in, particularly with any weapon you may be wielding.”

Domido neared the end of his remarks. “People of Grendhill, Aton Farella has matured in his training, and is as ready as I can prepare him for any new challenge or possibility his path may present to him. Aton, you may Depart to find your way.”