“Our food tastes like ashes to them, it allows them to survive but they can not thrive on it. Often, they hibernate for centuries to conserve energy but they can not remain in that state forever. Once in a while, they have to hunt. The only food that can satisfy the hunger of a child of the night is human flesh…”
Helga-Vlada and Sereg, “Tome of Dark Creatures”
The Order of Hot Obsidian is an elusive thing. You will never find it unless you know exactly what to look for. And even then, all you can see is just the tip of the iceberg.
There is a famous ambasiath, known to Omnisians as Hansai Donal, a rebel, a romantic, and a powerful speaker. There are his ten children and their apprentices. Twenty one members in total. There used to be twenty-two when Gerdon Lorian, Sainar’s step-brother, was alive, but that was a very long time ago…
After having been scattered around Omnis for many years, the members of the Order had reunited again, ready to fulfil their oaths, but there was no unity among them. Instead of being a single ray of light meant to slash through the darkness, their moods were a swarm of wandering fireflies, harmless in their disconnection. Only Abadar and Orlaya remained unfased, the rest of Kangassks were full of doubts and worries rekindled by their father’s strange behaviour: after his latest speech, Sainar barely talked to anyone and averted his eyes often.
Had they known about the true purpose of their apprentices’ mission, it would have been the end of the Order, indeed. But they didn’t know. Soothed by their ignorance and by the enchanting beauty of the diadem forest, Sainar’s eight younger children did worry about their boys, of course, but, most of all, they were glad to be together again.
***
Mornings were still chilly, the kind of mornings that only poets and artists might enjoy.
That morning, two people met at the Temple balcony to watch the dawn together: Eugenia and Lar, the youngest of Sainar’s children, if, of course, you don’t count one Kuldaganian boy he had left and forgotten along with his mother…
Eugenia was twenty-three, Lar was thirty-one. They had been best friends since they had first met, one bright, sunny summer, when Sainar took little Eugenia from her mother and brought the little girl here, to the Temple of Life. Magrove forest was golden with ripe fruit; when the fruit fell on the ground, they sometimes burst, scattering their sweet, ruby-red seeds around.
Sainar and Gerdon went inside the Temple to talk about some important matters in private and left three-year-old Eugenia all alone in the yard. The unfamiliar place scared her even more than the unfamiliar man – the father Eugenia had never seen before he had appeared out of nowhere and taken her away from her home. No surprise that the little girl started to cry. But she stopped the very moment she heard Lar’s kind, lively, and very concerned voice say, “Hi! I’m your brother! Did someone hurt you? Just tell me and I’ll beat him up!”
Lar was eleven… Oh how long ago that day seemed now!
“Good morning sis!” Lar smiled at her, spreading his arms for a hug.
“Morning,” answered Eugenia, embracing her brother.
“Why are you up so early today?”
“I wanted to speak with a trader from Firaska, to learn something about our boys.”
“Any luck?” Lar looked her in the eyes. “I just know it: you’ve learned something interesting! Your eyes are shining.”
