A World Without Heroes
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“You remember all of your lives,” Jason said.
“Every moment until every seed has dislodged and become separated from my senses. Nine times I have perished in combat. Five times I have allowed my life to be taken, because my body was nearing the end of its usefulness and I wished to start anew. Once I drowned at sea. Once I fell to my death scaling a cliff. And my First Death.”
“That must feel strange, becoming an infant with all of your former memories,” Rachel realized.
Jasher laughed as if the idea were absurd. “No, we are reborn into the prime of adulthood, the age at which we first die. Our First Death is a ceremony held around age twenty.”
“How long can your seed survive unplanted?” Jason wondered.
Jasher shrugged. “The amar can lie dormant for years. But eventually the seed would perish.”
“So if Maldor wants to truly eliminate you,” Jason said, “he would have to kill you and then destroy your seed.”
Jasher’s eyes flashed. “The destruction of an amar is the unpardonable sin. He who commits such an act incurs a death penalty, to be executed by the Amar Kabal, who from that moment onward will stand united as his enemy.”
“I take it people don’t usually destroy a seed,” Rachel surmised.
“Not often.” Jasher winced softly, as if the thought caused him pain. “On the brighter side, the hand that preserves and plants an amar may request virtually any service in return.”
“You called yourself an exile,” Jason remembered. “Are there others of your people wandering like you?”
Jasher shook his head. “Very few. I was cast out of the Seven Vales because I chose to oppose Maldor. My people enjoy independence from his tyranny. He respects their might and leaves them in peace, untouched by his corrosive influence, so long as they do not interfere with his efforts to dominate the other kingdoms. My rebelliousness endangered their peace, so they disavowed me.”
“Then can Maldor kill your seed?” Rachel said.
“Not without incurring the full consequences of the unpardonable sin. There are no exceptions to our vengeance on that matter. If it could be proven that he was behind such an act, the Amar Kabal would rise against him, even though I am an exile.”
“Why do you fight Maldor?” Jason asked.
Jasher looked into his eyes. “He committed the unpardonable sin.”
Jason scrunched his eyebrows. “Then why don’t your people oppose him with you?”
“To avoid a war Maldor pretended that the perpetrator of the crime, a displacer named Fronis, acted alone and against his orders. The Amar Kabal are not great in number, but there are mighty warriors among us, and our dead normally rise to fight again. Maldor has reason to fear us. He delivered Fronis to my people. The displacer, having been betrayed by his master, professed he was carrying out orders, but my people closed their ears and their minds and exacted their revenge on him alone. I confirmed through a trusted source that Maldor himself gave the order to extinguish the amar of my brother, Radolso. I testified to what I had learned, but since I myself did not witness the order, and since a war against Maldor could bring about the end of the Amar Kabal, my testimony was ignored. Therefore I seek my vengeance alone.”
“So you’re trying to kill Maldor?” Rachel asked.
“Yes. I bide my time, harassing him, slaying his servants, while I seek an opportunity to take his life. I must not fail, or else his sin will go unpunished.”
“Are you seeking the Word?” Jason asked.
“I am not. Eldrin designed his races to have little aptitude for Edomic. There is a prophecy among us, spoken by Darian the Seer, that when the Amar Kabal seek to speak Edomic, it will mark the beginning of our downfall.”
“But you want to help us,” Jason confirmed.
“If you can obtain the Word and use it to destroy Maldor, my vengeance will be complete. I do not need his blood on my sword.”
“You also helped Galloran?” Rachel asked.
“I was not present when he was taken. He had sent me on an errand. I would like to believe that had I been present, he would not have fallen. You have four of the six syllables?”
“Yes,” Jason said. “How did you know?”
“An educated guess. I know where the fragments are located, all save the second. Long ago Galloran described to me the location of the Pythoness in the Sunken Lands. We will find her.”
“The second syllable is in a place called the Temple of Mianamon,” Rachel said.
Jasher grinned. “Then we know our destination after the Sunken Lands. I know of the Prophetess of Mianamon, but have never visited her temple. It lies deep in the southern jungles, beyond the limits of civilization. Let us hope the Pythoness can enlighten you. They say she has the true gift of prescience.”
Jason scratched with his fingernail at a piece of meat in his teeth left over from dinner. It had wedged in there tightly.
“How did you two come to oppose Maldor?” Jasher inquired. “Galloran led me to understand you are Beyonders.”
Jason and Rachel took turns explaining how they came to Lyrian, and how they crossed paths at Galloran’s ruined castle.
“In the end,” Jason summarized, “Galloran encouraged us to pursue the Word. He basically challenged us to be heroes. With Maldor already after me I’m not sure I had any other choice.”
“Do not dishonor your involvement,” Jasher chided. “For each of us destiny is a blend of potential, circumstances, and choices. You could flee and hide. You could bargain with Maldor. You have chosen a heroic path. Walk it without apology.”
“I guess that makes sense,” Jason admitted. “For what it’s worth, I think I’ve finally really accepted the challenge.”
“Me too,” Rachel agreed.
“You have enjoyed much success,” Jasher said. “Surely Maldor has offered you attractive alternatives by now.”
“I got invited to Harthenham,” Jason said.
“Ferrin hinted he might be able to help us get home,” Rachel added.
“Yet here you are, toiling in the wilderness,” Jasher emphasized. “The two of you picked the right road, even though it is the most difficult. This is the essence of heroism.”
“You would know,” Rachel said. “You walked away from your people to do what you felt was right.”
“I have lived many lives,” Jasher said. “I know myself. I could never have found peace while ignoring the crime against my brother.”