[Completed] Palacia Varius Savat [A Rama Empire short story]

“Ket Savat'Ilen Tekir, the saying went. The Goddess Ket Savat thirsts, and always for blood.”

Almost four centuries have passed since the Craft Plague, but in the underground palace of the Assassins' Goddess, magic still flourishes. The Blades of Ket Savat still exists deep below the streets of Ilianril, and carry out their work in the houses above.

Rohen is a Blade of the Goddess, and skilled at what he does. He is firmly devoted to his people and his home, but as the outside world changes, so does the one in the underground palace- How can you trust in a Goddess, when you no longer trust her people to do right?

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6. Part V

Werthius, or Werth as most called him, had the weekly chore of traversing the entire Palacia, to touch the lanterns in the hallways and relight them with flare magic. He was currently the only one with mage craft enough to do both that, and the work of Ket Savat. He was also Dania's craft teacher, as strong pupils, needed masters who were them equal. He had long since given up on teaching her the light spells for the Palacia though, as her talents clearly rested in the spellbinding of shadows, and not with light. She tended to blow things up, when she tried.

Rohen liked Werth, he was kind, but that did not mean that Rohen did not laugh at him, when the guy came out from a craft exercise with Dania, his beard scorched and still glowing embers on his tunic. And, when he heard Rohen's laughter, he shrugged in surrender and shook his head.

“I should have know,” Werth said, a glint in his eyes, as he went to change.

“I thought you stopped practising light spells?” Rohen said to Dania, when she came out looking sheepish a few steps behind Werth.

“Oh, we did,” she said. “Turns out anything heat related is off limits. Light, fire, lightning- anything that channels energy. Werthius thinks I'm somehow twisting the bonds in a way that causes it to build and then rupture.”

“Rupture?” Rohen raised an eyebrow.

“Explode,” Dania amended, narrowing her eyes. When she turned her head, just so, he could see the birthmark behind her ear. She had once told him that her mother had worn the same mark, and whenever he saw it, he wondered if Dania's children would carry it as well.

“Are you done with the lesson for now?” Rohen asked.

“I am. He wouldn't change unless we were done- too big a fire hazard to risk more than one tunic a day.” She looked at him. “Besides, he has a job tomorrow he needs to prepare for.”

“Good,” Rohen told her. “I'm in the mood for lunch on the balcony.”

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