Chapter 246: Blessed Prophet (Three) (Maiya)
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Chapter 246: Blessed Prophet (Three) (Maiya)
I hate my life. Oh gods, I hate my life.
As so often happened lately, Maiya found herself wondering just how much Fate hated her for things to end up this way. The past week had been full of her most trying days ever, packed with blood rituals, ceremonial blood soakings, and other unspeakable obscenities.
When shed done her fire performance, shed hoped to gain enough bargaining power to haggle for her life. Perhaps even to be allowed to stay within the Children of Ash so she could avoid embarrassing herself in front of Ira.
In a stroke of cosmic irony, it seemed her fire gig hadnt even been necessary. It was just the cherry on topthat shed awoken at all after touching that tree trunk had been the true miracle.
No one who ever had ever lived. At least, not until her. The cult deemed those people to be scorned by the Prana Swarm, to be cremated and forgotten as soon as possible, lest their taint spread.
Who could have guessed theyd not only forgive her, theyd actually worship her instead?
Yes, it was all well and good that she was now a celebrity within the organization shed been tasked with infiltrating. The tone of Princess Iras most recent letter made it sound like shed jumped for joy at Maiyas success.
A genius! The most valuable asset in the Empire! Shed gone on and on praising Maiya for gaining such a high station within the Childrensomething no one in recorded history had been able to do.
While flattering, said organization was a cult of deranged blood ritualists, and Maiya had now become one of them. How quaint that she once thought the blood baptism was bad. If only shed known what was in store for her
It was a cruel irony that the more power Maiya gained, the more freedom she seemed to lose along the way.New novel chapters are published on
Back in Brij, shed been powerless, and yet, her only expectations were that she help with chores and that she diligently ply herself to her studies.
No swords hung over her head, ready to come down with one wrong move made. There was no royalty demanding she risk her life infiltrating a crazy cult. And there were no disgusting blood rituals.
Maiya looked at her blood-soaked hands, having just spread the innards of a dead Ash Beast around the Childrens temple.
I hate my life.
Who was it that said with power comes happiness? Whoever it was, Maiya wanted to wring their neck.
Yes, Maiyas bank account in Sonam had ballooned to a dozen serics. Shed been offered a place of her ownsomething of a small mansionwithin Sonams Royal Quarter, complete with a staff full of maids and butlers of her own. It even had a sweeping view of the vast city.
Or so she heard; shed never had the chance to see it.
What good was wealth and power if she couldnt even enjoy it?
After Bahurai, everyone had returned to the Childrens compound under Jatan Forest, just a stones throw from Sonam. So close, and she couldnt have been any further. Maiya hadnt had a single spare moment to slip away and return to the city.
The princess wanted to meet immediately, but Maiyas new Blessed Chosen duties had taken priority. Maiya had to make preparations well in advance, informing a half-dozen Rectors and even a few Vicarsthe highest level priests. Even then, the Children insisted she be accompanied by a guard. Shed agreed, only because she was planning to give them the slip the moment they entered the city.
Maiya was counting the days. Just a few more weeks, and she could visit home. She could see Neel again.
But before she could do any of that, she was to meet with a far more unsavory character, first. The Blessed Chosenthe ultimate leader of the Children of Ash. Their most hallowed member, second only in holiness to the great Prana Swarm itself.
Or at least, that had been the case until Maiya arrived. Now, she was suddenly a prophet, equal in status to the Blessed Chosen, and slated as the successor to the title, for which she was now being groomed.
The resemblance he bore to the Silent One was uncanny.
Did the Silent One know? Is that why he disappeared so suddenly?
Much to her worry, she hadnt seen her big friend in days; hed vanished the moment theyd returned from Bahurai. Not only did she fret over his safety, but hed disappeared at the worst possible momentwhen shed needed her friends the most.
Since there were no chairs or table, the two stood. An awkward way to have such a meeting, though Maiya supposed this, too, fit the nature of the organization.
Blessed Chosen, Maiya said in her smoothest voice, I apologize. It is an honor to meet you.
The man gazed at her with intense eyes. The same eyes as the Silent One. Except, with a predatory gaze shed never seen from her friend, the gentle giant. As if the Blessed Chosen were contemplating whether he could kill her right then and there.
He probably is. I represent a direct threat to his position.
Maiya didnt flinch.
Tell me everything. What happened to you back there. I need to know.
Er, alright Maiya said, her stage voice slipping. The Blessed Chosen was just about the opposite of everything shed expected. Shed been fully prepared to meet with a mad zealotthe maddest of them all. What shed gotten was a stoic, rational individual that didnt seem at all like he had any screws loose.
In a way, it was far worse. While she mightve recently gained authority within the cult, having a competent leader at the head of the snake would prove far more difficult to oust.
Ira, Im afraid this isnt going to be easy.
I that room, Maiya said, meeting and matching the Blessed Chosens own gaze. With the vines. When I touched that trunk, I blacked out. Though, its odd. I feel like there was more. As though I was waking from a dream. A long and terrible dream. Do you know what that was? What is its significance to the Children?
And why does this cult really exist? She didnt add. If this person truly was as capable as his demeanor suggested, shed have to play her cards carefully. The moment he suspected she was a spy would be the end of her.
You feel nothing, then? No different? Maiya thought she saw an earnest hope in his eyes. As though hoping shed agree.
I Maiya paused. Shed been about to say she was fine, and yet Even a full week later, something felt off. Wrong, somehow. Shed initially attributed it to the stress of recent events, but now she wasnt so sure.
So, you do, the Blessed Chosen said, before Maiya had replied. Apparently, her carefully hidden emotions had slipped onto her face. I see.
The Blessed Chosen hid his emotions well, though Maiya could sense the displeasure in his voice.
Is that bad? I deserve an explanation, dont you think?
You deserve nothing. They seem to have finally taken action. But all is not lost. Not yet.
They? What is he on about?
The Blessed Chosen looked like a man whod just been handed a death sentence.
Gears clicked in Maiya's mind, and her eyes widened. It was you, wasn't it? she muttered. You were the one who had them move the pool that would've cushioned our fall.
Before she could react, the Blessed Chosen had already left, his large frame slipping through the equally large door, leaving Maiya with more questions than ever before.
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Chapter 246: Blessed Prophet (Three) (Maiya)
I hate my life. Oh gods, I hate my life.
As so often happened lately, Maiya found herself wondering just how much Fate hated her for things to end up this way. The past week had been full of her most trying days ever, packed with blood rituals, ceremonial blood soakings, and other unspeakable obscenities.
When shed done her fire performance, shed hoped to gain enough bargaining power to haggle for her life. Perhaps even to be allowed to stay within the Children of Ash so she could avoid embarrassing herself in front of Ira.
In a stroke of cosmic irony, it seemed her fire gig hadnt even been necessary. It was just the cherry on topthat shed awoken at all after touching that tree trunk had been the true miracle.
No one who ever had ever lived. At least, not until her. The cult deemed those people to be scorned by the Prana Swarm, to be cremated and forgotten as soon as possible, lest their taint spread.
Who could have guessed theyd not only forgive her, theyd actually worship her instead?
Yes, it was all well and good that she was now a celebrity within the organization shed been tasked with infiltrating. The tone of Princess Iras most recent letter made it sound like shed jumped for joy at Maiyas success.
A genius! The most valuable asset in the Empire! Shed gone on and on praising Maiya for gaining such a high station within the Childrensomething no one in recorded history had been able to do.
While flattering, said organization was a cult of deranged blood ritualists, and Maiya had now become one of them. How quaint that she once thought the blood baptism was bad. If only shed known what was in store for her
It was a cruel irony that the more power Maiya gained, the more freedom she seemed to lose along the way.New novel chapters are published on
Back in Brij, shed been powerless, and yet, her only expectations were that she help with chores and that she diligently ply herself to her studies.
No swords hung over her head, ready to come down with one wrong move made. There was no royalty demanding she risk her life infiltrating a crazy cult. And there were no disgusting blood rituals.
Maiya looked at her blood-soaked hands, having just spread the innards of a dead Ash Beast around the Childrens temple.
I hate my life.
Who was it that said with power comes happiness? Whoever it was, Maiya wanted to wring their neck.
Yes, Maiyas bank account in Sonam had ballooned to a dozen serics. Shed been offered a place of her ownsomething of a small mansionwithin Sonams Royal Quarter, complete with a staff full of maids and butlers of her own. It even had a sweeping view of the vast city.
Or so she heard; shed never had the chance to see it.
What good was wealth and power if she couldnt even enjoy it?
After Bahurai, everyone had returned to the Childrens compound under Jatan Forest, just a stones throw from Sonam. So close, and she couldnt have been any further. Maiya hadnt had a single spare moment to slip away and return to the city.
The princess wanted to meet immediately, but Maiyas new Blessed Chosen duties had taken priority. Maiya had to make preparations well in advance, informing a half-dozen Rectors and even a few Vicarsthe highest level priests. Even then, the Children insisted she be accompanied by a guard. Shed agreed, only because she was planning to give them the slip the moment they entered the city.
Maiya was counting the days. Just a few more weeks, and she could visit home. She could see Neel again.
But before she could do any of that, she was to meet with a far more unsavory character, first. The Blessed Chosenthe ultimate leader of the Children of Ash. Their most hallowed member, second only in holiness to the great Prana Swarm itself.
Or at least, that had been the case until Maiya arrived. Now, she was suddenly a prophet, equal in status to the Blessed Chosen, and slated as the successor to the title, for which she was now being groomed.
The resemblance he bore to the Silent One was uncanny.
Did the Silent One know? Is that why he disappeared so suddenly?
Much to her worry, she hadnt seen her big friend in days; hed vanished the moment theyd returned from Bahurai. Not only did she fret over his safety, but hed disappeared at the worst possible momentwhen shed needed her friends the most.
Since there were no chairs or table, the two stood. An awkward way to have such a meeting, though Maiya supposed this, too, fit the nature of the organization.
Blessed Chosen, Maiya said in her smoothest voice, I apologize. It is an honor to meet you.
The man gazed at her with intense eyes. The same eyes as the Silent One. Except, with a predatory gaze shed never seen from her friend, the gentle giant. As if the Blessed Chosen were contemplating whether he could kill her right then and there.
He probably is. I represent a direct threat to his position.
Maiya didnt flinch.
Tell me everything. What happened to you back there. I need to know.
Er, alright Maiya said, her stage voice slipping. The Blessed Chosen was just about the opposite of everything shed expected. Shed been fully prepared to meet with a mad zealotthe maddest of them all. What shed gotten was a stoic, rational individual that didnt seem at all like he had any screws loose.
In a way, it was far worse. While she mightve recently gained authority within the cult, having a competent leader at the head of the snake would prove far more difficult to oust.
Ira, Im afraid this isnt going to be easy.
I that room, Maiya said, meeting and matching the Blessed Chosens own gaze. With the vines. When I touched that trunk, I blacked out. Though, its odd. I feel like there was more. As though I was waking from a dream. A long and terrible dream. Do you know what that was? What is its significance to the Children?
And why does this cult really exist? She didnt add. If this person truly was as capable as his demeanor suggested, shed have to play her cards carefully. The moment he suspected she was a spy would be the end of her.
You feel nothing, then? No different? Maiya thought she saw an earnest hope in his eyes. As though hoping shed agree.
I Maiya paused. Shed been about to say she was fine, and yet Even a full week later, something felt off. Wrong, somehow. Shed initially attributed it to the stress of recent events, but now she wasnt so sure.
So, you do, the Blessed Chosen said, before Maiya had replied. Apparently, her carefully hidden emotions had slipped onto her face. I see.
The Blessed Chosen hid his emotions well, though Maiya could sense the displeasure in his voice.
Is that bad? I deserve an explanation, dont you think?
You deserve nothing. They seem to have finally taken action. But all is not lost. Not yet.
They? What is he on about?
The Blessed Chosen looked like a man whod just been handed a death sentence.
Gears clicked in Maiya's mind, and her eyes widened. It was you, wasn't it? she muttered. You were the one who had them move the pool that would've cushioned our fall.
Before she could react, the Blessed Chosen had already left, his large frame slipping through the equally large door, leaving Maiya with more questions than ever before.
Chapter 246: Blessed Prophet Three MaiyaI hate my life. Oh gods, I hate my life.As so often happened lately, Maiya found herself wondering just how much Fate hated her for things to end up this way. The past week had been full of her most trying days ever, packed with blood rituals, ceremonial blood soakings, and other unspeakable obscenities.When shed done her fire performance, shed hoped to gain enough bargaining power to haggle for her life. Perhaps even to be allowed to stay within the Children of Ash so she could avoid embarrassing herself in front of Ira.In a stroke of cosmic irony, it seemed her fire gig hadnt even been necessary. It was just the cherry on topthat shed awoken at all after touching that tree trunk had been the true miracle.No one who ever had ever lived. At least, not until her. The cult deemed those people to be scorned by the Prana Swarm, to be cremated and forgotten as soon as possible, lest their taint spread.Who could have guessed theyd not only forgive her, theyd actually worship her instead?Yes, it was all well and good that she was now a celebrity within the organization shed been tasked with infiltrating. The tone of Princess Iras most recent letter made it sound like shed jumped for joy at Maiyas success.A genius! The most valuable asset in the Empire! Shed gone on and on praising Maiya for gaining such a high station within the Childrensomething no one in recorded history had been able to do.While flattering, said organization was a cult of deranged blood ritualists, and Maiya had now become one of them. How quaint that she once thought the blood baptism was bad. If only shed known what was in store for herIt was a cruel irony that the more power Maiya gained, the more freedom she seemed to lose along the way.New novel chapters are published onBack in Brij, shed been powerless, and yet, her only expectations were that she help with chores and that she diligently ply herself to her studies.No swords hung over her head, ready to come down with one wrong move made. There was no royalty demanding she risk her life infiltrating a crazy cult. And there were no disgusting blood rituals.Maiya looked at her blood-soaked hands, having just spread the innards of a dead Ash Beast around the Childrens temple.I hate my life.Who was it that said with power comes happiness? Whoever it was, Maiya wanted to wring their neck.Yes, Maiyas bank account in Sonam had ballooned to a dozen serics. Shed been offered a place of her ownsomething of a small mansionwithin Sonams Royal Quarter, complete with a staff full of maids and butlers of her own. It even had a sweeping view of the vast city.Or so she heard; shed never had the chance to see it.What good was wealth and power if she couldnt even enjoy it?After Bahurai, everyone had returned to the Childrens compound under Jatan Forest, just a stones throw from Sonam. So close, and she couldnt have been any further. Maiya hadnt had a single spare moment to slip away and return to the city.The princess wanted to meet immediately, but Maiyas new Blessed Chosen duties had taken priority. Maiya had to make preparations well in advance, informing a half-dozen Rectors and even a few Vicarsthe highest level priests. Even then, the Children insisted she be accompanied by a guard. Shed agreed, only because she was planning to give them the slip the moment they entered the city.Maiya was counting the days. Just a few more weeks, and she could visit home. She could see Neel again.But before she could do any of that, she was to meet with a far more unsavory character, first. The Blessed Chosenthe ultimate leader of the Children of Ash. Their most hallowed member, second only in holiness to the great Prana Swarm itself.Or at least, that had been the case until Maiya arrived. Now, she was suddenly a prophet, equal in status to the Blessed Chosen, and slated as the successor to the title, for which she was now being groomed.The resemblance he bore to the Silent One was uncanny.Did the Silent One know? Is that why he disappeared so suddenly?Much to her worry, she hadnt seen her big friend in days; hed vanished the moment theyd returned from Bahurai. Not only did she fret over his safety, but hed disappeared at the worst possible momentwhen shed needed her friends the most.Since there were no chairs or table, the two stood. An awkward way to have such a meeting, though Maiya supposed this, too, fit the nature of the organization.Blessed Chosen, Maiya said in her smoothest voice, I apologize. It is an honor to meet you.The man gazed at her with intense eyes. The same eyes as the Silent One. Except, with a predatory gaze shed never seen from her friend, the gentle giant. As if the Blessed Chosen were contemplating whether he could kill her right then and there.He probably is. I represent a direct threat to his position.Maiya didnt flinch.Tell me everything. What happened to you back there. I need to know.Er, alright Maiya said, her stage voice slipping. The Blessed Chosen was just about the opposite of everything shed expected. Shed been fully prepared to meet with a mad zealotthe maddest of them all. What shed gotten was a stoic, rational individual that didnt seem at all like he had any screws loose.In a way, it was far worse. While she mightve recently gained authority within the cult, having a competent leader at the head of the snake would prove far more difficult to oust.Ira, Im afraid this isnt going to be easy.I that room, Maiya said, meeting and matching the Blessed Chosens own gaze. With the vines. When I touched that trunk, I blacked out. Though, its odd. I feel like there was more. As though I was waking from a dream. A long and terrible dream. Do you know what that was? What is its significance to the Children?And why does this cult really exist? She didnt add. If this person truly was as capable as his demeanor suggested, shed have to play her cards carefully. The moment he suspected she was a spy would be the end of her.You feel nothing, then? No different? Maiya thought she saw an earnest hope in his eyes. As though hoping shed agree.I Maiya paused. Shed been about to say she was fine, and yet Even a full week later, something felt off. Wrong, somehow. Shed initially attributed it to the stress of recent events, but now she wasnt so sure.So, you do, the Blessed Chosen said, before Maiya had replied. Apparently, her carefully hidden emotions had slipped onto her face. I see.The Blessed Chosen hid his emotions well, though Maiya could sense the displeasure in his voice.Is that bad? I deserve an explanation, dont you think?You deserve nothing. They seem to have finally taken action. But all is not lost. Not yet.They? What is he on about?The Blessed Chosen looked like a man whod just been handed a death sentence.Gears clicked in Maiya's mind, and her eyes widened. It was you, wasn't it? she muttered. You were the one who had them move the pool that would've cushioned our fall.Before she could react, the Blessed Chosen had already left, his large frame slipping through the equally large door, leaving Maiya with more questions than ever before.
