[Completed] Fire's Promise [Ashes of the Ylan #1] [A Rama Empire novel]

"I thought you'd kill me," she croaked. "Not much honour if you cannot keep your promises."

Within the world of Convergera, lies the lands of Rama. Though the Rama Empire has long since been disbanded, the Capital still stands as a symbol of prosperity. The Antirian wars are over, but peace is soon disturbed as disaster strikes.

Sarashi is raised on the Wild Plains, but in a culture where freedom is everything, she is tied down by fear and expectations. Her people wants her to embrace her mother's legacy, her own fury screams for vengeance and her heart aches to belong. But when the war between the Sapphire Empire and the people of Rama flares up again, she'll have to make a choice between what she wants, and what is expected of her.

"Both standing on two legs, eyes level, the lion tried to push her into the ground. Her heart beat like never before as it stretched its neck over the spear to reach her face with its teeth. Pain made her dizzy as she growled back, a fiery rage star


18. Ch 3: Ashes in the Wind (Part 5 of 10)

If the Veiled had meant the Rama to touch the sky, he would have given them wings. But the red stallion was unaware of this, as it bucked yet again, and sent Sarashi soaring. She hit the ground, managing to twist at the last moment to roll and prevent her skull from cracking. Covered in dust she got to her feet and glared at the beast.

She had spent all of yesterday getting him used to her, feeding him berries and brushing him with thistle heads, and by the end of the day he had accepted her being near, though he still sought to return to his herd,

Sarashi stomped and snarled, which made the horse return her glare and stomp in kind.

“Don't you dare!” she bit out.

The horse threw its head back and rose on its hind quarters, screaming a challenge at her, before dropping down on all four again and charging her.

Cursing, she threw herself out of his trajectory, and then turned to face him again.

His eyes rolling with fury, he surged towards her. He was big for his age, with strong lungs and long legs, though he still looked a gangly and coltish. Hovering on the verge of adulthood, it would not take long for him to gain Shar's bulk, and already getting trampled by him would be more than unpleasant.

This time she stepped aside as close as she could, grasping his mane and pulling. He turned and she gripped the lock at his forehead forcing him to keep circling her closely as she tried to keep her feet out of the way. In one hard motion, she swung herself onto his back. This time he did not buck, but instead tore round the pen in a straight gallop.

Sarashi kept her seat.

This was not about taming or breaking the horse. It was about getting him to tolerate her, and accept her directions, that was all.

When she stayed on, he kicked and threw his body around in blind rage, bucking again and almost throwing her off yet again. Sarashi had learned her lesson however and clenched her muscles at exactly the right time, preventing his success. The beast, because that was what he was, plunged himself against the woven walls, crashing through them with ease.

The Mahayan pens were always the same. Large woven mats of straw leaned up against a few rough hewn poles, more of a visual deterrent than an actual physical one.

Given his sudden freedom, the colt forgot about the girl on his back and took off running over the plains. He kicked out once or twice, but Sarashi felt the anger fade from his muscles and saw his eyes calm. She gasped as his ears flickered forward, and when she deliberately pulled at his mane and pressed with one leg, he shifted direction.

Sarashi laughed breathlessly.

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