Warrior of the Wild(16)

But then my father looked at me. Really looked at me.

“Rasmira, don’t waste our time. What is your real choice?”

I stared him down, held myself as high as I could. “Give me your ax.”

While much scoffing and laughing came from the villagers, my father listened. He took that ax from off his back, an ax that Irrenia and Ashari couldn’t hope to heft an inch off the ground, and handed it to me.

I took it. I lifted it high. And then I threw it. The ax embedded firmly into the nearest tree with a satisfying twang.

I couldn’t remember anything feeling so right. While I enjoyed jeweling immensely, I realized that I wanted this more. Especially with the way my father was now looking at me.

I said it again. “I will join the warriors.”

Father escorted me himself over to Master Burkin. As we walked, he said, “You’re to listen to Master Burkin in all things. If you can prove yourself, if you become the best, I will make you the next ruler of this village.”

All my father’s attention suddenly became mine. He watched over me, trained me, talked with me, loved me in his own way. Mother lost her husband to me. Because I was like him, he loved me more. And once she realized things would never be the same for her, she began to treat me the way Father did her.

I was ignored, ridiculed, held to different standards. I was always a disappointment to her.

I took comfort in my prowess with the ax, but that only drove me further and further away from her.

I did nothing to deserve my mother’s hate. How could I help the way Father reacted? I used to try to ignore him as he did Mother, hoping he would understand and start being kind to her again. But that only resulted in me being neglected by both of my parents, and I couldn’t stand that.

Apparently, I drove my mother so far away that she would rather lose her immortal soul than finish out her mortal life with me in it.

But not Father. I’m his pride and joy. He won’t send me into the wild with an impossible task. He can’t. He needs me to carry on his legacy. He needs me to be the next ruler. He won’t allow the council to assign me too harsh a task. It’ll be something difficult but doable. Something I can accomplish and, once done, return with glory.

Only that thought is what finally lets me drift off …



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I’M HYPERAWARE OF MY surroundings as I walk to the village square, my pack and ax strapped to my shoulders. Irrenia walks beside me, but she doesn’t say anything. What do you say to someone who’s about to go to their death?

I shake away the dark thought. Not death. Father will help me. He loves me. He’ll make the council see reason.

The air feels unnaturally cool this morning, raising bumps along my skin underneath my furs. I notice the coarse grass swaying in the wind, rocks skittering out of my path as I walk, the buzzing of insects in the early morning.

Irrenia places her hand on my arm and gives it a squeeze, offering me strength, as people start to stare.

“It doesn’t matter what they think. The goddess knows what really happened. You will not lose your place in her Paradise. Because your place is right next to mine. I cannot live happily if you are not there.”

“Thank you, Irrenia.”

“You will try, won’t you?”

“Try what?”

“To complete your quest. Whatever it is. Promise me you’ll try. You have to come home to me.”

She’s on the verge of tears again, so I say, “Yes, I promise. I’ll try.”

But even as I say the words, I wonder if I’m lying.



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“RASMIRA BENDRAUGGO, daughter of Torlhon, come forth.”

That’s the second time my father has addressed me this way. As though he is not Torlhon. As though I am not anyone or anything to him. It must be an act. It has to be. I kindle the hope inside me. He’s putting on a show, trying not to express favoritism before he gives me my mattugr.

It would seem that everyone has come out to watch my banishment. Kol, Siegert, Havard, and Torrin push their way to the front of the crowd. They share a bag of myrkva seeds between them, cracking the shells with their teeth and spitting them to the ground, as though I were some sort of summer play about to start.

How is it so quiet? Even children don’t speak as everyone stands in a semicircle in front of me. There is nothing but the crack, crack, crack of those damn seeds.

I step forward, turning bright eyes to my father.

“Rasmira—” There’s a hitch in his speech, his voice breaking for the briefest of moments to show his emotion.

I make the mistake of glancing to his left, where my mother stands. She tries to hide the smile on her face, but I see it clearly. She couldn’t be more thrilled by the whole situation.

“Rasmira,” he tries again, “you are my daughter. I taught you myself. You’ve had the best training under Master Burkin. You may be a woman, but you are held to the same standard as everyone else your age. You have had many female ancestors who have passed their trials. There’s absolutely no reason why you shouldn’t have.

“You made a statement by entering that maze. You told everyone that you had the confidence to succeed. That you deserved to be a warrior.

“You lied. And as my daughter, you’re being appointed a special quest.”