[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

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32. Ch 5: Widow's Crook (Part 1 of 7)

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Widow's Crook

The Wild Plains

(1249 p. CP)

 

Burned past recognition, the branch broke with a loud crack. Steam and smoke mixed above the dancing flames, and Sarashi watched her group with quiet intensity. Three hares hung on spits over the fire, roasting nicely in its warmth.

To her left, Mya turned the conies and made sure they did not scorch. Silent and diligent as always, she was still small of build and stature. Though her exterior was unchanged, the many hours of reading in Kheerl's hut had given her a new way of carrying herself. She raised her eyes to smile at Sarashi, her gaze no longer shyly darting away when Sarashi met it, and the Princess smiled back.

On the other side of the flames, Erar and Janko were nestled beside each other in their sleeping furs, and already drifting between consciousness and sleep. Mardik had been right that Janko was coming with her, but she too had been correct in assuming Janko would never leave Erar. Silver Song stood a few feet away from them, head hanging in sleep. Griba – Erar's bonded lynx – had curled up beside them. Her tail flickered every so often to show she was awake and on guard, despite her closed eyes.

Griba had been a shock to the group, all except Janko, who had already been introduced to her, and Sarashi who had seen her by accident that morning in the snow. Erar had offered no explanation for her, but they had accepted the feline without question, despite her gruff manner. She growled when anyone came too close to her, so people kept their distance.

The last two members of her newly expanding group had been a complete surprise. For some reason Rayla had decided to go with them, and had brought her sister along. Rayla was the youngest of the two, and even Sarashi had to admit that she was usually a sweet girl who laughed a lot, and had been proven deadly with the oaken staff she carried like a walking stick. Rise was older than the others in the group, and had seen more than twenty summers to date. She spoke harshly, but rarely cruelly, and had joined mostly for the sake of watching over her younger sister. They looked nothing alike, Rayla with dimples and round cheeks, Rise with marked cheekbones and a downward turned mouth.

An owl cried somewhere in the dark as the fire crackled again, and another branch broke within it. Mya lifted the spit with hares away, and started parting them with her knife. Griba's growl woke the men, and soon food was passed around the camp fire, shared between them all.

They had travelled together for a month now, greeting the other mountain tribes shortly, and then crossing back down on the plains. Every member of the group had their own horse, paid for by Kheerl's savings or gifted by Mardik from the Silver-Bearded Lynx's herd. Sarashi had protested, but they would hear nothing of it.

It had been almost half a year since Sarashi had last stood among the tall grass of the Wild Plains. Even longer since she had last seen Caeryn, and the tribe of Wild Horses. Soon it would have been an entire year since her battle with the lion, and she had nothing to show for it.

Erar passed her a hind leg from the neatly roasted cony, and she smiled at him.

Maybe not nothing, she thought sheepishly at herself. I have new friends.

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