Sword Sirens

  Sword Sirens

  Edmund Hughes

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  All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. All other names, characters, places, and events are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2019 by Edmund Hughes

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  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  I wouldn’t have been able to publish this book if it wasn’t for the support of my readers, my fantastic cover artist, Cherry-gig, and my dedicated editors. Inspiration for the story elements comes from a variety of places including (but not limited to) Fallout, Diablo, Final Fantasy, A Wheel of Time, Arcane Ascension, and The Demon Cycle.

  Contents

  Sword Sirens

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 15

  CHAPTER 16

  CHAPTER 17

  CHAPTER 18

  CHAPTER 19

  CHAPTER 20

  CHAPTER 21

  CHAPTER 22

  CHAPTER 23

  CHAPTER 24

  CHAPTER 25

  CHAPTER 26

  INTERLUDE

  CHAPTER 27

  CHAPTER 28

  CHAPTER 29

  CHAPTER 30

  CHAPTER 31

  CHAPTER 32

  CHAPTER 33

  CHAPTER 34

  INTERLUDE

  CHAPTER 35

  CHAPTER 36

  CHAPTER 37

  CHAPTER 38

  CHAPTER 39

  CHAPTER 40

  CHAPTER 41

  CHAPTER 42

  CHAPTER 43

  CHAPTER 44

  CHAPTER 45

  CHAPTER 46

  CHAPTER 47

  CHAPTER 48

  CHAPTER 49

  CHAPTER 1

  Aristial Stoneblood adhered to a single, hard rule when it came to sparring in the dueling cavern. He always took his shoes off, regardless of how unstylish it looked. He could feel the cold stone underneath his feet in all its gritty, damp glory, along with the spots where moss or mud had made the floor unexpectedly treacherous.

  Jarvis circled around Ari on the other side of the ring, which currently had more than a dozen other boys near their same age packed against the outer rope, shouting encouragement and jeers. It was distracting, ebbing and flowing in waves as the noise echoed throughout the massive chamber.

  The glowmoss had been carefully seeded across the ceiling of the cavern to ensure that it was one of the more adequately illuminated locations within Golias Hollow. The cave was well enough lit that Ari could see the expression on Jarvis’ face, though it was of little help. He’d fought most of the similarly aged boys in the community, and Jarvis was, outside of himself, the most unpredictable of the bunch.

  Ari took a step back, shifting his bare foot off a stone that was slick with condensation. Jarvis rushed forward, seizing the opening. He was tall, with the heavily muscled physique of a digger and a naturally bulky frame. Ari’s only physical advantages were his broad shoulders and lanky arms, but he was agile, and spun out of the way of the other boy’s tackle.

  There was no point in throwing a punch, given his current angle, but he managed to get hold of one of Jarvis’ wrists and lever his arm in a way that threw him off balance. Jarvis tumbled to the ground, one of his shoes fighting for purchase against the same slippery stone Ari had been wary of before.

  He hurried to press the advantage before Jarvis could get up. He’d taken two steps forward when a small, jagged rock clipped the side of his forehead, forcing him to hesitate. He looked in the direction the thrown stone had come from and saw Harris, the Hollow Lord’s son, smirking at him.

  “I was aiming for your shoulder, orphan,” said Harris. “Deepest apologies.”

  Ari rolled his eyes and wiped a spot of blood from the edge of his scalp. Jarvis was already pulling himself back to his feet.

  “I’d be more offended if I wasn’t so sure that you were telling the truth,” said Ari. “It’s common knowledge that you have the aim of a blind cave rat.”

  He couldn’t shift his attention over to enjoy the reaction of Harris and his easily bruised ego, but he still allowed himself a small smile. Jarvis was circling around him, and it was time to finally get serious. He feinted forward, forcing Jarvis to take a step toward the slippery section of rock, and then unloaded a fast volley of punches.

  How many times had he and Jarvis been pitted against each other before? He’d lost count. Ari had sparred against all of the boys in the cavern, back when they’d all been young enough for the fights to go either way. As he’d gotten older and better at fighting, the shame inherent in losing to an orphan had deterred most of his challengers.

  Jarvis had become a tool for the other boys, in a sense. A surrogate through which they could continue their childish games, despite the fact that most of them would never dare to harass him alone and to his face.

  He let himself draw from his anger as he continued his attack. Jarvis blocked the first few punches but took one of the subsequent ones across his cheek. Ari tried to follow through on the attack, but Jarvis got a hand on his shoulder and thrust his knee upward.

  The blow knocked the wind out of Ari and distracted him for long enough to eliminate any chance of dodging out of the way of the next rock that Harris threw, which clipped the tip of his left ear.

  Jarvis waited until Ari had recovered his equilibrium before pushing forward with his counter. Ari did everything he could to dodge rather than block the barrage of punches Jarvis threw at him, but it wasn’t enough. All of their fights usually ended like this. Jarvis had that option. He could, almost without exception, overwhelm Ari’s speed and mobility with a relentless display of brute strength.

  “Hit him in the face, already!” shouted Harris. “Here! We’ll make it easier for you, Jarv.”

  Ari had taken a few too many steps in the direction of the sparring ring’s edge, and he felt two sets of hands grab his shoulders and pull him against the rope. He gritted his teeth and tried, unsuccessfully, to pull himself loose.

  Jarvis punched him in the stomach twice in quick succession but didn’t aim for the face. Despite how often the two of them were pitted against each other, there was still a grudging respect between them. Unfortunately, that sense of sportsmanship and honor did not extend to the other boys. A few boos came from the crowd, along with a couple more rocks.

  “I win,” said Jarvis.

  Ari rolled his eyes. “And what a victory it was.”

  “Mud and blood,” said Harris. “I’m almost impressed that he still hasn’t learned how to hold his tongue. The Choosing ceremony will happen in a couple of hours, and it’s quite possible that this could be our last chance to show our good friend Aristial how much we value his wit.”

  Harris and another boy still held Ari against the edge of the ring, and he felt two more join in. He tried to struggle free, but they pulled him over the ropes in the time it took him to get a single arm loose. He realized what they were doing an instant before they reached the edge of the plateau.

  “Try not to land on your
head,” said Harris. “They say it’s best to curl up into a ball during this sort of thing.”

  Ari gritted his teeth and bit back his reply, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of hearing the frustration in his voice. He covered his head as they tossed him over, falling into an uncoordinated roll down the rough, rocky slope.

  Most of the caverns composing the sprawling, underground community of the Golias Hollow served several functions. As such, only the upper level of the dueling chamber was devoted to actual fights, with the space below reserved for several spacious silk worm enclosures.

  Each of the creatures was about the size of a large dog, completely deaf, but sensitive enough to ambient illumination that the glowmoss that the sparring ring needed could serve the secondary purpose of putting them at ease.

  Ari landed in the middle of a group of them, startling the bunch into letting out surprised, ugly squeals, along with a spray of premature silk. It missed him, instead striking the unlucky person who’d been tending to the creatures full in the face and chest. Ari winced when he turned and saw who it was.

  Kerys Weaver. One of the few people in the entirety of the Golias Hollow who Ari truly cared for. She was a petite girl with beautiful green eyes, straight blonde hair only slightly longer than a boy’s, and a heart melting smile that she always seemed eager to share with the world.

  This time, she was not smiling. She was covered in the runny, sticky substance that silkworms spray out of their mouths as a defense mechanism, and both of her hands were balled into fists.

  Gobs of it clung to her hair, her cheeks, her bottom lip, and even the cleft of her surprisingly full cleavage. Her dress had been soaked to the point of being almost sheer, and he could see the curve of her breasts and the points of her nipples in full relief. If Ari hadn’t been the one responsible, he might have drawn a leisurely comparison to what a girl looks when covered in a different sticky, natural substance, except multiplied by a hundred.

  “She looks good dirty, doesn’t she?” laughed one of the boys, from above.

  “It’s the only chance Aristial will ever get to dirty a woman!” shouted Harris. “Blame the orphan, Kerys, not us!”

  Ari heard the sound of footsteps as the group of boys who’d been harassing him ran off. He pulled himself to feet and winced as he took a closer look at Kerys. Her grey cloth dress looked as though it had been clean before the messy, unfortunate accident, and in the caverns that was no small feat.

  “Aristial… Stoneblood…” said Kerys, through gritted teeth. Her voice was high pitched and small on most days, and her current overflowing anger made it sound like a furious squeak.

  “Kerys…” said Ari. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t exactly choose to fall down here, just so you know.”

  “Well, now,” said Kerys, rolling her eyes. “That fixes everything, doesn’t it?”

  Ari smiled at her and shrugged his shoulders.

  “Don’t listen to what those bastards were saying,” said Ari. “I’m sure I’ll get the chance to dirty you properly someday. That’s why you’re so mad, right?”

  “Aristial!” shouted Kerys. “You stupid, boorish brute!”

  She hit him on the shoulder. Ari caught her hand and gave it a soft squeeze, glancing around the cavern. Most of the other enclosures were empty, and he didn’t see Mistress Tina, the overseer of the silkworms, around anywhere.

  “Come on,” he said. “I’ll make it up to you.”

  “It’s going to take more than a mug of root-ale to make this up to me, in case that’s what you had in mind,” said Kerys.

  Ari blinked and did his very best to act as though she hadn’t just guessed correctly.

  CHAPTER 2

  Ari pulled Kerys down one of the Hollow’s many winding passageways and through the stone masonry workshop, which was filled with the accidentally rhythmic chorus of more than a dozen hammers and chisels.

  Few of the crafters on duty glanced up from their work, which suited Ari just fine. There were no strangers in their community, and he expected to get an earful from any adult who saw Kerys and correctly guessed that he was the one responsible for her sticky state.

  They continued down another passageway, one that led past several residential nooks, each with a door curtain of oiled cave-goat leather. Kerys slowed her pace as she realized where he was taking her, and Ari had to look over his shoulder and urge her on with a nod.

  “Come on,” he said. “It’ll be fine.”

  “Ari, it’s a washing day, not a bathing day,” said Kerys. “The Hollow Lord will punish us for sneaking into the hot springs out of turn.”

  “What the Hollow Lord doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” said Ari. “He likes you. I’m sure he’d make an allowance, regardless.”

  He glanced her over again and had to force back a smile as he noticed a strand of premature silk hanging from one of her ears that she’d missed when she’d tried to wipe herself off. Kerys bristled under his attention, responding with a blush and a glare.

  “If you think he’d make an allowance, why don’t we simply ask him first?” asked Kerys.

  “In my experience, it’s better to act first and apologize later,” said Ari.

  Kerys rolled her eyes. “Your experience is that of a malcontent and a troublemaker.”

  Ari shrugged and pulled back the leather curtain that cordoned the hot springs off from the rest of the hallway. He gave Kerys a mocking bow, and after a couple of seconds, she sighed and headed on in.

  As tempted as he was to follow her, she did have a point. Sneaking into the hot springs on a washing day was a small offense, but a relatively selfish one that the community tended to make an unnecessarily big deal out of. It made more sense for him to keep watch, he figured.

  Less than a minute after Kerys had entered, his caution was rewarded. Mistress Chella, the Hollow’s lead wash woman, came into view at the end of the passageway. Ari heard her before he saw her, primarily because of the cart she was pushing, which was heavily stacked with iron pots and clay dishes.

  “Young Aristial,” said Chella, in a voice that sounded as ancient as she looked. “You have a suspicious aura around you. The hot springs are off limits today, as I’m sure you’re aware.”

  Ari scratched his head. “The Hollow Lord caught Jarvis and I rough-housing in the dining hall again. Assigned us both extra chores.”

  “Dormiar condemn you both,” sighed Mistress Chella. “If you have so much extra energy, you should spend it on digging. We could use the help.”

  “You’re right about that, of course, Mistress Chella,” said Ari. “And it’s a fair enough punishment, I must admit, but it’s stupid that Jarvis gets to sweep the main cavern, while I’m stuck on wash duty.”

  “Interesting…” said Mistress Chella. “Well, I suppose with your help, I can finish early today.”

  Ari nodded, thinking furiously.

  “Yeah,” he said. “By the way, Benowan was looking for you earlier. He said he had the morning free, since he finished setting up his part for the Choosing ceremony early. Mentioned taking a walk through the rainbow cavern.”

  “Benowan was here?” asked Mistress Chella. “Asking for me?”

  Ari nodded, feeling a little guilty about this lie in particular. Benowan was one of the oldest men in the Hollow, and he’d put off taking a new wife after his old one had passed away several years earlier. Mistress Chella, a widow herself, had been positioning herself to be the target of Benowan’s affections for as long as he could remember.

  “If I were to ask you to take the lead on washing, would you be able to handle it on your own?” asked Mistress Chella. “I would make it up to you, of course. You can put a few root-ales on my tab the next time you’re in the brewing cavern.”

  “Three root-ales, and we’ll call it a deal,” said Ari.

  Mistress Chella gave him a quick nod and hurried back down the hall. Ari breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t plan on taking advantage of her kindness and actually redeemi
ng her reward, but as he stopped to think about it, Benowan had been wandering about rather aimlessly earlier that morning.

  He pulled the cart of dirty dishes toward the leather curtain, then hesitated. There was a reason why bathing days and washing days were separate, and it was as much to preserve people’s modesty as it was to give the water a break to filter through the sponge rocks. On top of that, he was rather fond of Kerys, and respected her as a person too much to peep at her like a horny adolescent.

  But maybe… just a quick look. He did have to wash the dishes, now that he’d entangled himself in falsehoods.

  He pushed the cart through the curtain and tried not to gawk at what he saw on the other side. Kerys was naked in the water, and though the steam obscured most of the illicit details of her body, she was still a sight to behold, and then some.

  The other boys around Ari’s age often jested about the attractiveness of the girls in the community. Kerys was one of the few that none of them could find fault with. She had what many of them called a “wife body”, buxom and curvy in all the right places. Kerys was small, but her breasts and butt were amply sized in proportion to the rest of her, with that awesome buoyancy that most women were lucky to maintain for just a few peak years at most.

  “Aristial!” shouted Kerys, as she noticed his not so subtle staring. “What in Dormiar’s name do you think you’re doing?”

  “Calm down,” said Ari. “I had to agree to handle Mistress Chella’s wash cart to keep you from being caught.”

  “Keep me from being caught?” asked Kerys. “This was your idea!”

  “One way or another, I’m taking on extra chores for your sake,” said Ari. “Besides, I was only looking at you to make sure you hadn’t fainted in the hot water. Again.”

  Kerys set her hands on her hips, a posture that would have been a lot more interesting if not for the billowing steam.

  “That’s only happened a few times,” she said. “More to the point, do you really expect me to believe that as an excuse?”