Dorjee didn’t hesitate. “You should treat with them.”
Nameless stood up straighter. The very idea was against every ounce of tradition. He didn’t even stop to think through the proposal. “We are going to be attacked. There is no need to treat with them.”
Dorjee yelled. “You fool! You sit here day after day and complain about how the clans can’t break from our histories, but when faced with an opportunity to do just that, it’s you who can’t break from tradition! Don’t you see that you’re no different?”
He didn’t give Nameless a chance to respond. “They have to know they are walking to their own deaths, but they do so anyway. Can’t you see the strength of will they possess? Can’t you respect that? You say every day that there is enough land for us all, and I agree with you. There is enough land for us all, including the people who were here before us. Why can’t you see that?”
The old man had gotten much bolder in the past cycle. Last fall he had practically been on his knees begging for mercy. It was the nightblade, the one who had cut him. Her influence had grown on him. He saw a different future than Nameless.
“No. They are attacking us, insulting every one of us. I will not treat with a weaker force. Even if I wanted to, none of the clans would agree. No, we will fight, and I will crush them once and for all.”
Dorjee hesitated for just a moment. “The Red Hawks will not answer your call.”
Nameless towered over Dorjee, but the clan leader didn’t back down. Nameless thought about drawing his blade and taking off the man’s head, but perversely, he respected the man’s courage. Dorjee spoke softly. “We have talked frequently these past few days. I know the clans are all you care about. It’s the same for me. But talking isn’t enough. We need to act, and that’s what I’m doing. My men will stay by their tents. If they have the audacity to actually attack our tents, we will defend them with our lives. But we won’t meet them in battle.”
Nameless was filled with rage, but he took no action. As much as he wanted to kill Dorjee, he had no right. He had given up command of the People. Nameless watched the old clansman disappear into the darkness.
Chapter 35
Ryuu felt as though it had been ages since he had last rested. He had been on the road for so long. The journey had been a wearying one, but it was nearing its conclusion. That evening they would meet with the rest of the blades and plan their attack. He only hoped it would be enough.
Parting from Akira had been difficult. It was hard to believe that only a few cycles ago, Akira had ordered the deaths of both Ryuu and Moriko, an order only rescinded at the point of a blade. Now the man was a friend, and Ryuu was convinced he was the only one strong enough to lead the Kingdom on its new path. He was a strong leader, and a moral one.
When he first rode into view of the assembled nightblades, Ryuu had trouble believing what he was seeing. They camped in a valley, hundreds of men and women, all dressed in black. As much as he looked forward to finishing his journey, he stopped for a few moments to take in the sight. He thought of the history of the Three Kingdoms. Nothing like this had been seen in the land for dozens of generations. Whatever happened in the next few days, they were going to make history.
Ryuu shook himself out of his reverie and rode down towards the nightblades. The first two people he met were Rei and Shika. They rode out to greet him, and he met them with a deep bow.
"It’s great to see you," he said.
Shika nodded. "It is great to see you as well. This is my first time in the land of my ancestors, and it is every bit as beautiful as I dreamed. If we live through this, I would like very much to explore all the land. And I don't think I'm alone in that feeling."
Ryuu thought he understood. For generations, the nightblades had been born, lived, and died on an island that one could walk across in less than half a day. By contrast, the Kingdom was enormous, full of varied geography and people. He had grown up here, and didn't think often about how fortunate he was, but he could understand how those who had grown up in a different place would find it incredible. It was a good reminder of what they were fighting for. There was much of the land he hadn’t seen either. Perhaps Moriko would be willing to travel with him if they made it through the next few days.
Ryuu and Moriko joined the rest of the nightblades. They were still on the move, hoping to cover a final league or two before they rested for the night. When they set up camp, it was several leagues away from the Gathering. Ryuu and a few other nightblades used their ability to sense at a distance to keep everyone informed as to what was happening. A handful of dayblades who had joined the expedition wandered the camp, performing what minor healing they could so the nightblades were well prepared for the upcoming battle.
He never spoke of it, but Ryuu felt everything coming to its conclusion. So many threads were coming together, it couldn’t be anything but fate. Akira and his men were on time, and they would launch their attack in the morning. The Gathering was in full swing, and although there were too many people for Ryuu to discern any details, he could tell the one thing that mattered most to him. Nameless was there.
That evening, before they retired, Ryuu spoke to Rei and Shika. "Our plan tomorrow isn’t complicated. Our purpose is to draw the hunters away from the Gathering and Akira's assault. We don't know for sure how many hunters they have. It could be an overwhelming force, or it could be that we actually outnumber them. There is no way of knowing. But make sure everyone knows this: the weapons tomorrow are real. All of them have spent their entire lives in training, but real combat is different. They need to keep their heads and fight with their utmost skill. The hunters have grown up in an environment where they need to fight to survive, just like Moriko and me. They are talented and strong, and I don't want to see anyone making the mistake of underestimating them."
Shika frowned. "So you aren’t planning on leading us?"
Ryuu shook his head. "I don't think it is my place. As welcoming as you all have been to me, I am still an outsider, and have no training in battlefield strategy. It is better that someone more qualified leads. Moriko and I are going to try to assassinate Nameless. Maybe, if we can cut the head off the beast, we'll have some leverage over the Azarians."
Shika nodded. “We expected you would want to do something along those lines. We’ll play our part. Don’t worry about that.”
The nightblades all stood, and Ryuu spoke to Shika. “Good luck tomorrow. The battle will be hard, but I know you’ll do well.”
Shika grinned. “Stop making everything sound so serious. I still have a duel to win against you, so don’t go dying on me.” Without another word, she turned and walked away to her tent. Ryuu laughed softly to himself. She was a woman who would never change.
Ryuu turned to Rei. “What will you do tomorrow?”
Rei looked down at her useless arm and then grinned at Ryuu. “Actually, I’m commanding the blades. Shika might be a better commander, but she wants to fight, and I’m not good for much else. I’ll be issuing commands from the back of the lines.” Her smile disappeared, and Ryuu could see there was more to her orders.
Rei spoke softly. “If things go poorly tomorrow, my orders are to run and hide. No matter what happens, I’m supposed to report back to the island and let them know what occurred here.”
Ryuu could see the orders chafed at her, but he understood their importance. The nightblades needed to know what happened. Rei could hide her presence, meaning she would have the best chance of escaping any wandering hunters.
"I think it is an excellent idea, although I understand why it upsets you.”
They stood for a moment in silence. Then Ryuu looked at Rei’s stomach and remembered there was something else he needed to ask. “Will you tell Akira?"
"When the battle is over. Until then, there's only one thing he needs to focus on."
Ryuu nodded, and Moriko wished Rei her own goodbyes. Then Rei also went back to the camp to start preparing for the battle the next day.
Ryuu took Moriko’s hand. There wasn’t much to be said. They found a clearing a ways away from the rest of the camp, and that evening they came together underneath the stars. He could sense and understand everything Moriko was. He could sense her fear, desire, love, and hate, and he understood the cause of each. She could do the same to him. When they were done, Ryuu felt a peace in his heart. He didn't know if they would live or die the next day, but his relationship with Moriko was strong once again, and if the end came, he could rejoin the Great Cycle with no regrets.
Chapter 36
It was a difficult decision, but Nameless decided to send only a few demon-kind to the battlefield. There were two factors influencing his decision. First, his instincts still told him something was off. The attack was too rash, and Nameless wanted to keep his demon-kind as his reserve. Second, the numbers of the demon-kind were being depleted too quickly, and there were groups of soldiers from the Kingdom who had proven adept at killing demon-kind. He wanted to risk as few of them as possible.
As the sun rose and Nameless walked towards the battlefield, he felt the pit of his stomach sink. For so long he had dreamed of a day when the People could be safe, a day they would be able to grow and prosper. They were strong, but this land was stronger than he had thought. He couldn’t allow more harm to come to the People. They had to survive. They had to grow. This land was the answer.
But at the same time, the world seemed to be against them. The divisions in the clans ran deep, and they needed to unite behind a higher purpose. While they argued among themselves, their opponents banded together, using the last of their strength to fight the invasion.
Nameless arrived at the battlefield and was disappointed by what he saw. The soldiers of the Kingdom should have been far outnumbered by the clans, but they weren’t. He wasn’t an expert, but the number of his fighters seemed to only barely outnumber those of their enemies. The Red Hawks’ refusal to fight had changed everything.
When he saw the troops of the Kingdom lined up against the clans, Nameless wondered if the People might fail. The troops they faced were outnumbered, but their banners snapped in the crisp autumn wind, and Nameless knew none of them would stop until they died. They were prepared to give everything, and he wasn’t sure the clans were. He looked to his clans. It would be a close, vicious battle.
Nameless wasn’t there to take command. They were back to the old ways, where each clan commanded itself. He was there to fight. He saw a man in fine armor across the field wave his sword and point it towards the clans. The screams of thousands of men, hungry for a fight, reached his ears. He memorized the armor of the man with the sword. It had to be King Akira. If Nameless could slay him, perhaps it would break the will of the troops they faced.
The morning sun rose bright, and Ryuu thought it somewhat ironic such a beautiful day would end up being so deadly. Under other circumstances, he would have gone with Moriko on a walk through the woods, enjoying the last warm days of autumn before the leaves began to fall.
But not today. Today the fate of the Kingdom and the Azarians would be decided. He had done all he could. He had brought the nightblades back to the Kingdom. Now it was no longer his responsibility. All he had to do was fight as hard as he could.
The nightblades met together in a loose formation. Ryuu and a few others knelt to the ground with their hands on the earth. Ryuu’s sense traveled the few leagues separating them from the Gathering, and in a few moments he learned everything that was happening. The battle was about to begin. Akira and his men were lined up against the clans of the Azarians.
Ryuu was surprised so few Azarians had come to fight. There were far more Azarians still in the Gathering than outside defending it. Ryuu couldn’t understand it, so he didn’t try. The Azarians thought about everything differently. More importantly, there were only a few hunters in the battle defending the Gathering. Most of the hunters were still within the Gathering, clustered together.
Ryuu couldn’t be sure, but he believed that Nameless suspected a trap. The man was smart and strong, and Ryuu wouldn’t underestimate him. As soon as they moved closer, he expected all the hunters would swarm in their direction. It was possible they already knew what the nightblades planned. It didn’t change their strategy. They still had to attack.
He felt the battle begin, and he waited nervously to see how the different groups would react. If there was a trap of some sort, it wouldn’t be long before they sprung it. The nightblades held their positions, but still nothing happened. The battle raged, and the clans in the Gathering stayed within the Gathering. Ryuu even felt a few clans leave the battlefield and return to their tents. It was almost as though they didn’t care about the Kingdom’s assault.
When Ryuu came out of his trance, he saw most of the nightblades were waiting on him. They were a patient people, but he could sense their eagerness. They had waited their entire lifetimes for this moment. Rei had been waiting for some sign from him. He walked up to her.
“I say we go. The time has come.”
She nodded. There was nothing else for her to say.
Ryuu stopped her just before she started shouting orders. “Be careful once the battle is joined. You carry a precious gift.”
She reached down and lifted his hand off her reins, gently. “I will. Do what needs to be done.”
Ryuu bowed. He was hers to command. He mounted his horse and rode into battle with the rest of the nightblades.
Akira stood in front of his men as the sun began to rise. After all the waiting it was time for the final push, their final effort. There was only one way forward. His words to Ryuu echoed in his mind. All they could do was all they could do.