[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


59. Ch 8: Dream Catcher (Part 5 of 8)

Days passed, and Sarashi was moved to a tent on her own request. People passed her in a steady stream, reassuring themselves of her relative well being. She heard the whispers and saw their hidden stares. Some mentioned the story of the lioness, a frequent tale told at Lishka's temple. The priestess had apparently told that particular story to Sarashi's group of renegades several times after their arrival.

“I wish she'd stop telling that story,” Sarashi grumbled.

Janko had helped her to the outer chamber of the temple, where Erar still laid. His wounds were still too raw to risk moving him to a tent and opening them, and Sarashi had to admit that the cool air within the stone walls was probably better for mending, than the summer heat outside.

Erar grinned. Despite everythin he was sitting up, propped against a wall, pale and with dark circles around his eyes. Griba was by his side, firmly asleep and lodged under one of his arms. She flickered her tail to show that she was aware of the company.

“Would you rather she told the story of how you turned into a tree?” Erar asked jovially.

“Most definitely not!” Sarashi's eyes were filled with horror. “Is that what she's been telling people? No wonder they've been staring! Don't people have any mind not to believe every stupid rumour they hear?”

Erar shrugged.

“They know you didn't grow leaves and roots, Loveling, but they like the story, so they tell it onwards,” he said. “It'll die out on his own at some point.”

“By the veiled I hope so,” Sarashi groaned and rested her head against her palms. When she looked up again, her eyes softened . “I heard you sent Griba to me.” Her voice was solemn, and she directed the next words at Janko. “And that you distracted the soldiers when I escaped. I owe both of you my life.”

Janko, who had been otherwise silent and absent minded, met her eyes. He looked down and away.

“Sorry we didn't get you out sooner,” he said quietly.

Erar reached out to hold his hand, not saying anything, and Griba's ears flickered.

“Fool,” Sarashi told him. “You couldn't have. That you attacked the soldiers at all, I won't forget it.”

“You could buy me something at the next market,” Erar mused, a thoughtful look on his face, playfully overdone. It did as intended and took away the attention on Janko. “Something that shows exactly how much I mean to you. Lots of jewels and everything.”

The distraction moved the conversation to other things, less serious, and warm in their shallowness. Janko still did not say much, but Erar was entertainment plenty. Both of them tired quick though, as they were still healing, and soon Janko helped Sarashi back to her tent.

“Is something wrong?” she asked him.

“Nothing important,” he muttered, and left.

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