[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


69. Ch 9: Where there is Smoke (Part 7 of 8)

Sarashi woke up. There was no gentle transitioning from sleep to consciousness, just a sudden and painful clearness of her thoughts and awareness of their situation. She sat straight up in the dark, her stomach quivering with after effects from yet another nightmare about being trapped, and slowly she reached up over her shoulder to touch the top of a scar. With a gasp, she stood up, eyes flickering around.

"I was just about to wake you," Tallo told her. "You were twitching, and it's been an hour."

Sarashi looked away from him after meeting his eyes shortly.

"It was just once," she told him, and dragged her fingers through the tangled mess on top of her head.

"I'm not asking for more," he replied with a shrug, as he settled down on the bare ground. "I'm going to get some sleep, unless you're waking up the others?"

Sarashi shook her head, chest swelling with relief. It was nice, not being asked to give more of herself than she wanted to. She caught sight of Mya and frowned. She was supposed to care most for the friends she had known longest, right? But Mya demanded so much of her, and asked too much. Sarashi could never be the person Mya wanted her to be.

With a sigh, she went to place herself better to take an hour's watch. She knew sleep would not return for a while after one of the nightmares, but if it did, she would change places with one of the others. As always the night drove her to introspection. It was why she hated long nights. The loneliness of them seemed to always surround her, no matter her amount of companions.

It could not have been more than half a sun mark later before Erar crouched beside her.

"Sar, I'm going to scout back the way we came," he said, pained. "I need to look for Griba, she's not well, and I think she's in pain. I'll check on the army too, n'hurry right back, and warn you if it's getting close, so you can all stay n'rest without worrying. But I need- I need to find Griba." There was something deeply frantic in his voice.

With her own loneliness so present, she could not refuse him.

"If you're well enough yourself," she told him quietly. "How's your wounds?"

"Mending," he whispered back. "The ribs hurt, but the scabs have begun loosening. I'd feel better to have my bonded back. She should have been here by now, I think."

She nodded.

"Thank you."

He kissed her cheek softly, leaving on foot.

Later she woke up Frekla for her to take the next watch, and went back to sleep. This time without nightmares.

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