The warmth of the castle hit him when Kurgm walked inside. It felt like walking into a warm blanket after months of being cold.

They walked to the forge. People were all working, but there was no sign of Lord Grund.

“What are you doing here?”

Roshil’s head popped up from behind one of the furnaces. Goggles covered her eyes, but Kurgm still felt a chill run down his spine. He knew not to show it, but it was hard to look at Roshil sometimes.

“What’s wrong with her?” he’d asked after they’d met for the first time.

“Nothing. She’s just different.” That was all the explanation Master Ekla ever gave him.

“We’re here to speak with Our Lord High Artisan. Is he here?”

Roshil looked around as though she had forgotten there were other people in the forge.

“He was here a moment ago,” she said. “We were just talking about cross-stitching.”

“That was three hours ago, Apprentice Roshil.”

Lord Grund wheeled into view from around a corner. Unlike Roshil, his face wasn’t covered in sweat and ash.

Both Master Ekla and Kurgm stood at attention. Roshil went back to her work.

“What do you want?” he asked.

Kurgm found it odd how the other officers always greeted visitors with some version of “How may I help you?”, but Lord Grund had always greeted them with some form of “What do you want?”.

“Apprentice Kurgm needs glasses, My Lord.”

Grund wheeled around to face Roshil. “Apprentice Roshil!”

Roshil’s face popped up from behind the furnace again.

“What?”

“Drop that and follow me.”

“I’m busy!”

“Making a sword that would lose to a wet noodle! Drop it!”

Roshil barked something in what Kurgm guessed was the arcane language, then left her work on an anvil and ran over to them. Judging by Master Ekla’s reaction, he didn’t want to know what it was she’d said.

“Apprentice Roshil! Who taught you to say that?”

“She probably heard it from me,” Lord Grund said, already taking off toward another corridor.

Master Ekla closed her eyes, and, judging by the exasperated look on her face, counted to ten. When she finished, she and Kurgm trotted to catch up to Grund and Roshil.

Lord Grund led them to another room. It was small, with a line of shelves in it. Grund took a pair of goggles off the shelf and handed them to Kurgm.

“Put these on, then stare out the door.”

Kurgm did as he was told. He watched out the door, his eyes following the other people running around the forge, until Lord Grund told him to stop.

Grund took the goggles and glanced at them.

“Yup. You need glasses.” He handed the goggles to Roshil, who also looked at them and nodded.

“Apprentice Roshil, you’re supposed to be writing down those numbers, not agreeing with me.”

“How was I supposed to know if you didn’t tell me?”

“You ask.”

Roshil grumbled something, but took out a piece of paper and wrote down some numbers. Kurgm could barely make out that there were numbers on the goggles.

“I’ve got work to do. Apprentice Roshil will explain what comes next.”

Despite Roshil’s protests, Lord Grund wheeled around and left the room.

“I still have some questions for Our Lord High Artisan that Apprentice Roshil clearly doesn’t know the answers to.” Ekla turned to Kurgm. “You stay here until I come back.”

Kurgm and Roshil stood to attention as Master Ekla left the room.

“Did you know there were protests going on in the city?” Kurgm asked.

“No, but why wouldn’t there be? It’s not like the court’s perfect. Of course people will be upset about something.”

Kurgm frowned. That didn’t seem right to him. People shouldn’t be upset. The officers and masters all worked hard for the people.

“The thing about people is that they always think about themselves first,” Roshil continued. “If other people are suffering too, well they’ll get to it when they have time.”

“His Majesty isn’t like that! Our Lord True Knight isn’t like that! They’d give their lives to help the people!”

“They’re nicer than their counterparts in other kingdoms, but that doesn’t mean much. They’re still people. If you’re so worried about the state of things, go out there and protest with them. Tell Our Lord True Knight that it’s a big problem, but he probably already knows.”

Kurgm couldn’t believe an apprentice would have such disrespect for the people that cared for their kingdom. The officers loved every citizen in the court like family, that’s why they were chosen as officers. Didn’t Roshil understand that? Was it because she hadn’t grown up in the court that she didn’t understand?

“You’re wrong.”

“Then why aren’t the officers fixing it? I’ve been to enough places to see it’s the same everywhere. People protest, those in charge wait it out until people get tired and forget about it. Nothing changes.”

“You’re wrong!”

“A dragon attacked a farm. That’s what they’re upset about, right? That’s easy to deal with. Go kill the dragon for breaking the treaty!”

As she spoke, Roshil’s voice grew louder and her whole body shook.

“Are you two getting along?”

They both stood at attention when Master Ekla returned.

“We’re fine, Master Ekla,” Kurgm said. “There’s not a problem.”

“I hope not.” Her gaze moved between the two of them. “Apprentice Kurgm, we can go. You’ll have glasses in a few days. Apprentice Roshil, Our Lord High Artisan would like to speak with you.”

“What did I do this time?”

“Watch your mouth. It’ll get you into trouble if you’re not careful.”

“It’s only trouble if you can’t get out of it.”

Master Ekla’s exasperated face reappeared.

“Please tell me Our Lord High Artisan didn’t teach you that.”

“Nope. That’s from my father.”

Kurgm was becoming curious about Roshil’s father. He’d learned that not only had he taught her to pick locks, but also apparently had some lax views on morality.

“Of course he did. Is he keeping to his agreement with His Majesty?”

“Of course!”

“Good. I’d hate to see your father arrested.” She emphasized the last word, then turned to Kurgm. “Apprentice Kurgm.”

He turned to Roshil, but wasn’t sure what to say. It hadn’t been a pleasant conversation to him, but she seemed as optimistic as ever. Whatever had come over her was gone.

They left the forge, but Roshil’s words stuck in his head. His Majesty wasn’t like that.

“His Majesty isn’t ignoring the protests, is he?”

Master Ekla froze in place.

“You shouldn’t need to ask that. Actually, you shouldn’t be asking that at all. Of course he’s not. They’re working on fixing the supply shortages right now.”

“Okay. That’s… that’s what I thought.”

He heard himself talking, but he wasn’t sure he believed it anymore. Roshil must’ve been wrong, but she knew more about the world outside the court than he did. What if Skwyr was slowly becoming like other kingdoms? What if they’d only pretended to be above them?

“Is there something you want to talk about?”

Kurgm slowly shook his head, his mind elsewhere.

“We don’t have to be anywhere for a few hours. Get some rest, and make sure you eat something. I’ll find you when it’s time to go back outside.”

Kurgm nodded, still lost in his thoughts.

#VolumeOne #KeepingThePeace

Kurgm walked into the Temple of the Rising Sun, but didn’t stay in the main chamber. Instead, he ducked through a side corridor. It was small, but as he walked down it, the sounds of the outside world faded away, leaving him alone.

At the end of the corridor was a small room with a soft floor. At the other end of the room sat an altar with a smaller statue of the Goddess Olmgra smiling down at anyone inside. At her feet was a silver basin that caught the light of the room and seemed to shine in it. When he closed the door behind him, all sound from outside cut out.

Kurgm walked up to the altar and knelt down. He was alone in the room, so he spoke to her out loud.

“My parents always said you guided them through hard times. Even…” He closed his eyes until the screams faded. “You gave them hope that tomorrow would be better. Well… I could use some of that hope right now. I’m not sure if what we’re doing is working. My parents served the court. I grew up believing in that. I believe in the servants of the court, but…” He closed his eyes again. Mad ramblings of nonsense joined the screams and cries, but he pushed those down too. “I’ve believed in people before that let me down. I—”

A sound caused him to jump. He snapped his head to his right, and saw another door opening. A young woman, about his age, held a silver chalice in one hand as she closed the door with the other. She turned around and jumped when she saw him.

“I didn’t realize anyone else was here,” she said. “I can come back.”

“No, it’s fine,” Kurgm said. He motioned up to the statue of the goddess. “She hasn’t said much anyway.”

The girl smiled, then walked over to the basin. She tipped the chalice and poured water into it. Kurgm was certain she was the new apprentice at the ceremony that morning.

“Have… have you seen the protests outside?” Kurgm asked.

“No.” She shook her head, sending her carefully arranged curls scattering over her face. She grimaced and rearranged them again. “No, I hadn’t. Is that why you’re here?”

Kurgm nodded, thankful that there was someone else to talk to.

“I thought it would be fine, but then a friend of mine mentioned how it is outside the court, and now I don’t know. What if Skwyr ends up the same? What if all that talk about freedom and equality and acceptance meant nothing?”

“I’m just here to refill the cleansing water.” The girl eyed him as though she thought he might attack her. She glanced at the door. “I need to do other things too.”

“But if it is a lie, wouldn’t you want to know?”

“Can it wait until I’m finished?” she asked.

He backed up to let her get to the basin. She began to pour water into it from the chalice in her hands.

“My… some people lecture me for worshipping her, but that hasn’t stopped me.” She nodded at the statue. “We’ve had faith, and she’s sent angels to help us in times of need. That’s what the court is, isn’t it? Except they send knights instead of angels.”

“We’re not just soldiers, we’re peacekeepers.”

“You’re… you’re a knight?”

“An apprentice knight. Apprentice Kurgm.”

“Apprentice Sirshi.” She nodded politely.

“Are you a priest?”

“Rotating through the temples right now, yes. I have to learn about all of them, not just the one I intend to serve.” She frowned at him. “I’ve seen you before, haven’t I?”

“I come here every morning.”

She nodded, but furrowed her brow. After a moment, she returned to filling the basin. When she finished, she walked back to the door.

“As our goddess teaches us,” she said as she opened the door, “all will be well.”

“Thank you.”

She nodded again, then left the room. Before she left, she stopped.

“Good luck with your whole existential crisis thing.”

“Thank you. Good luck with whoever keeps lecturing you.”

She scowled for a moment. “Thanks.”

Kurgm looked up at the statue again. As nice as it’d been to have company, it hadn’t helped much. Having faith in the court was good, but he didn’t know if it was well placed. He’d always believed it was, but what if it wasn’t anymore? What if Roshil was right? What if Skwyr became like the other kingdoms?

He stood up, wondering if he could stumble upon Master Ekla. She might be able to set him straight. Or at least give him something to do to take his mind off his problems.

He bowed to the statue of the goddess, then left the room. He tried to keep his focus on where he was, if only to keep it off everything else. But before long he was back at the door to the castle.

He walked through the door. He barely felt the tingle of the magic doors anymore. When he stepped into the castle, he found the one person he wanted to see walking by.

“Apprentice Kurgm,” Lord Velal said.

Kurgm stood at attention.

“May I have a word, My Lord?”

“Only if you can do so while walking.”

He fell into step with Velal. He caught himself before he started explaining the last few hours, trying to figure out how to condense it.

“Have you been assigned protest duty yet?” Lord Velal asked.

“Yes, My Lord. That’s what I wanted to talk about. I talked with Apprentice Roshil earlier, and she seems to think the court’s not going to do anything.”

He criticized himself for naming Roshil. That could easily get her in trouble. Not could, would. He’d just outed her, and she was sort of his friend.

“I see. Not surprising, knowing her family.” He looked at Kurgm’s confused face, then added, “Both of her parents were betrayed by their respective kingdoms. That leaves a bitterness inside a person, so even after living here for so long, it will take longer for those scars to heal. So when she expects Skwyr to end up like them, it is only because she was taught to regard the kingdoms with distrust. Add to that her own history… I’ll only say that however scared those people are outside, Roshil is worse.” His face curled into a smile. “But I assure you, we are doing everything we can to restore peace.”

“They don’t think that outside.”

“They are afraid. As Roshil, you must forgive them what they say in the clutches of fear. People aren’t themselves when afraid.”

Kurgm let out a sigh he didn’t realize he’d been holding in. When he realized what he’d done, he straightened up again.

“Apologies, My Lord.”

“I’ve known you since you were born.” He winked at Kurgm. “I’ll let you get away with it this once. But don’t let Master Ekla catch you. To be honest, her dedication intimidates me sometimes.”

Kurgm pressed his lips together to force back a laugh.

“I’m glad to see you’re looking better. In the future, do remember that speaking out is welcome; it’s the only way we can know when something’s wrong. We do, however, discourage whining.”

They stopped walking. Lord Velal motioned down one corridor. “Now, I must be going. I believe you will be running into Master Ekla soon. Take care of yourself, Apprentice Kurgm.”

“Thank you, My Lord. You as well.”

He watched Lord Velal walk down the corridor, then turned and continued down his own path. All his life, Lord Velal had managed to find the right thing to say. He hoped that would be him one day.

#VolumeOne #KeepingThePeace

The next morning, Kurgm got to have breakfast. He’d ended up not needing to go on protest duty after the first round. The protesters had taken a break, but he’d been assured by Master Ekla that they’d be back. So far, he hadn’t needed to return.

As he walked into the hall, he spotted Sirshi sitting on her own. He walked over and smiled down at her.

“Is it alright if I join you?”

She stared at him as though she was surprised he existed.

“I guess,” she said.

“Thank you.” He sat down and put some food onto a plate. “Did you get everything done yesterday you wanted to?”

“Yeah.”

Kurgm began to get the sense that she wasn’t going to say much. They ate their food in silence for a few minutes before Aonva and Roshil showed up. Unlike Kurgm, they didn’t ask before sitting down.

“Got something for you.” Roshil handed him a case and sitting down next to Sirshi. “Worked on them all night.”

“She’s not kidding.” Aonva had taken a seat next to Kurgm, so she spotted Sirshi first. “I’m sorry. I’m Apprentice Aonva, and this is Apprentice Roshil.”

“Apprentice Sirshi.”

Kurgm took the case and opened it. He carefully took the pair of glasses out of it and put them on. The world came into focus. He could see faces across the dining hall. He could read signs posted on the walls. He could see!

“They’re great,” he said. “Thank you.”

Roshil beamed with pride.

Aonva shot her a significant glance. “And…?”

Roshil folded her arms and grimaced. “And I’m sorry if something I said yesterday upset you.”

“It… it made me think about everything, but I’m alright now.”

Roshil glared at Aonva for a moment, then put her head down on the table. She mumbled something Kurgm couldn’t hear as she shifted her arms around to make a pillow for her head.

“Sirshi,” Aonva said. “Are you a friend of Kurgm’s?”

“Not really,” Sirshi said.

“We met yesterday,” Kurgm said. “She’s a priest.”

Roshil picked up her head and looked at Sirshi as though she only just noticed her. “You look familiar.”

Sirshi met Roshil’s gaze for a moment, then looked away and moved ever so slightly away from her.

“Okay.”

Kurgm had the same feeling, like he’d seen her before. He knew he’d seen her at the temple, but it felt like he’d seen her lots of times before. Maybe he’d seen her around the castle.

“What’s going on with the protests today?” Roshil asked, putting her head back down.

“What protests?” Aonva asked.

“The people are annoyed with those in charge,” Roshil said. “Probably rightly so.”

“Roshil!” Aonva glanced up at the table where the officers sat. “Don’t say things like that. They work hard for us.”

“Our Lord True Knight said there was a problem with the trade routes, so the prices of food have gone up. I want to help, but… I’m not sure how.”

“Well…” Aonva looked down at her plate. “You could… at least, when there are big protests going on, when the knights join in, it tells the people that the knights are the same as them. Not just the knights, any servants of the court, really, but they see the knights more than anyone else. Historically, it always makes the people feel better and gives them hope that they’re making a difference. At least, that’s what I’ve read.”

Kurgm looked around for Master Ekla. He liked the idea of helping out, of walking with them. He wasn’t sure if they’d listen to him, but it was worth a try. Before he could do that, he’d need the day off, which was something he wasn’t likely to get unless Master Ekla let him.

He caught her attention and motioned her over to them. When he glanced across the table, not only was Roshil glaring at Ekla, but so was Sirshi.

“Apprentice Kurgm.” Ekla stopped next to them. “What’s so important it can’t wait?”

“I’d like the day off, please.”

“You’re her apprentice?” Sirshi said.

Ekla closed her eyes for a moment.

“Apprentice Sirshi.”

“Master Ekla,” Sirshi said through gritted teeth.

“You know each other?” Kurgm asked.

“You could say that,” Sirshi said.

Ekla closed her eyes, the look of exasperation she usually reserved for Roshil on her face, who she had avoided looking at, likely to avoid the headache she’d get by seeing Roshil with her head on the table.

“Apprentice Sirshi and I are sisters.”

“Half sisters,” Sirshi said.

“Does she stalk you too?” Roshil asked.

“Apprentice Roshil,” Ekla said. She opened her mouth, then closed it and turned her attention back to Kurgm. “Apprentice Kurgm, why do you want the day off?”

“I want to march with the protesters,” he said.

“To show solidarity,” Aonva added.

“Are you sure? Even after everything they said yesterday?”

“They’re just afraid.” His eyes involuntarily darted to Roshil. “We shouldn’t fault them for what they say when afraid.”

Ekla considered that for a moment. He knew she’d figure out he’d been talking to Lord Velal. His Lord True Knight had a way of talking that seemed unique to himself.

“Only today,” she said. “If there’s trouble, get out immediately. If it looks like things are going to turn violent, get out immediately. The knights on patrol should know who you are, so find one of them if any of that happens.”

“Thank you.”

“There are other ways you can help. You don’t have to do this.”

“I think… I think it’s what my parents would’ve done.”

Ekla let out a breath that almost could’ve been a sigh.

“You might be right about that.” Her gaze flickered to the others, then she turned and left.

“I’m sorry,” Aonva said in her soft voice.

“About what? Everything’s working out.”

“You said ‘would’ve’. When you told me your parents weren’t around, I assumed they were off somewhere, but…”

“What’s going on?” Roshil picked up her head. “Is Master Ekla gone?”

“My parents are dead,” Kurgm said.

“I’m sorry,” Aonva said.

“It’s… I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Then don’t,” Roshil said. “That’s what I do.”

Kurgm frowned. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

“That’s because I don’t talk about it.”

“My parents are both fine,” Sirshi said. “Can we talk about something else? Or better yet, everyone leave?”

Kurgm turned to Aonva and smiled. “Thank you.”

She found something interesting on the table and mumbled “You’re welcome.”

Kurgm wasn’t sure if it would work out, but he was determined to try. There was a lot that could go wrong, but he’d learned early on that was how life went.

#VolumeOne #KeepingThePeace

Kurgm walked into the city. Sure enough, the protesters were back, demanding that His Majesty answer for his perceived wrongdoings.

He watched them for a moment. How was he supposed to join in? Did he start marching with them? Should he ask first? Who would he ask? He tried to spot one of the people who’d spoken the day before, but he couldn’t see any of them.

He walked closer, trying not to look like he was walking toward anyone in particular. Someone must know what to do. Maybe if he asked someone.

When he got closer, people noticed him. They moved away from him, as though some spell repelled them.

Not a spell. They’re afraid of me.

“I want to help!” he said.

“Go back to the castle, knight!” someone shouted.

“We have a right to be here!” another one called.

“Leave us alone!”

“No, I don’t—”

People marched past him, shouting at him to leave them alone.

His shoulders slumped. He took a step back. Maybe he couldn’t help after all.

“Why are you sad?”

He looked around, then noticed not an adult, but a child. A boy, maybe a few years younger than himself, stood apart from the mass of people. The boy had skin that could’ve been from Nelaro or Alforn, Kurgm couldn’t tell. But most significantly, the boy had bandages wrapped around his eyes and scars on his face and hands.

“Are you okay?” Kurgm asked.

“I’m wonderful. Thank you for asking.” When the boy smiled, it was soft and kind, like there wasn’t a dark thought in his head. There was something familiar about him, but Kurgm couldn’t put his finger on it. “But you’re sad. Why?”

“I wanted to help. I’m not trying to stop the protests, I’m trying to join in. I agree, what’s happening is wrong, and His Majesty needs to fix it. The castle’s working on it, but until they do, I want to show my support.”

“Then come march with us.” The boy reached out and offered his hand. “Everyone is welcome here.”

A man came up beside the boy. Unlike the boy, Kurgm could tell the man was a native of Alforn. Something about him also struck Kurgm as familiar, but he couldn’t place that either. Maybe he had one of those faces. He was well kept and had a face that said “you can trust me”.

“Oshal, please don’t run off like that.” The man looked at Kurgm. “You were here yesterday, weren’t you? With Master Ekla.” He narrowed his eyes. “Except the glasses are new.”

“You know Master Ekla?”

“I should think so,” he said, putting a hand on the boy’s shoulder, who’d lowered his hand. “She saved our lives not long ago. You must be her apprentice.”

“Apprentice Kurgm.”

“Nice to meet you.” The man grabbed Kurgm’s hand and shook it. “I’m Daylarl, and this is my son, Oshal.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” Kurgm nodded respectfully, as Master Ekla had drilled into him to always do when meeting new people.

“All manners, I like it. Definitely her apprentice. I kept expecting her to come over here and give me a lecture about civil unrest or something.”

“But it’s our right to protest,” Oshal said. “People here are scared and angry. Some of them think His Majesty is hoarding food to save himself. Others think he’s behind the attack.”

“His Majesty would never do that!”

Kurgm found himself outraged by the mere thought of it. His Majesty King Fohra was regarded as the wisest king in decades. Kurgm truly believed he’d let himself starve before his people did.

“Settle down,” Daylarl said, glancing at the looks they were getting. “We know better. We’ve seen dragons before, and this was definitely a dragon attack.”

“That’s what happens to people.” Oshal’s mouth drooped a little. Kurgm was surprised how expressive he could be without eyes. “They get scared, and lash out. Don’t blame them for that. We must forgive people for what they say while in the clutches of fear.”

Kurgm smiled, remembering what Lord Velal had said. He was glad someone understood. He hadn’t known what to expect when coming out here, but he was glad he’d run into these two.

“Lord Velal told me that yesterday,” Kurgm said. “Have you met him?”

“It’s a long story, and there isn’t enough time to talk about it now,” Daylarl said. He motioned for them to follow the crowd.

Oshal walked slowly, carefully tapping a stick to find his way. The stick was quiet on the dirt. He moved with the people, never bumping them with the stick, as though he knew exactly where they were.

Kurgm looked from the pleasant smile on Oshal’s face to the grin on Daylarl’s. Something was familiar about them. He’d seen that smile before.

“Are you… are you Roshil’s father?”

“You’ve met Roshil!” Daylarl’s burst of energy nearly made him jump. “That’s wonderful. I was a little worried she wouldn’t make friends in the castle. Last I heard, she’d been assigned a different master, and I thought she might end up jostled from one to the next.”

Kurgm thought of her in the forge. She and Lord Grund were made for each other. They were both no nonsense, even with each other. It drove Master Ekla mad, but it meant her father’s fear would never be realized. She was happy in the castle, and it made Kurgm happy to think that she’d found a place there.

“My sister’s happy.” Oshal’s smile broadened. “That’s wonderful, if that’s true. Is it?”

Kurgm frowned, wondering what had just happened. Oshal said something with such certainty, but asked him if it was true. But he hadn’t said something, he’d said exactly what had been on Kurgm’s mind.

“You’re a weaver!”

“Keep your voice down,” Daylarl said. “Not everyone needs to know that.”

“Our Lady Grand Weaver says I have a gift for it,” Oshal said. “She already has a master picked out for me. Once the cold season ends and the flowers return, I’ll begin my apprenticeship.” He smiled a little wider. “Is my sister okay?”

“Yeah, Our Lord High Artisan took over her apprenticeship. I don’t know why, she won’t say. She doesn’t talk much to me, mostly to Apprentice Aonva, but I’ve never seen them apart outside the forge.”

Oshal smiled at this. Kurgm smiled back, glad he had found someone that accepted his help.

#VolumeOne #KeepingThePeace

After the Sun Welcoming Ceremony, Sirshi followed Master Moudren to the room where they kept the robes. She pulled off her own and put it away, then started back to the main chamber.

“Apprentice Sirshi, a word.”

She turned around and stood at attention.

“Yes, Master Moudren?”

“We’re glad to have you back in the temple,” she said. “With your permission, I’d like to discuss making you a permanent acolyte with Master Daktra.”

“Yes, Master Moudren. This is where I want to be.”

Master Moudren smiled, bearing a striking resemblance to the Goddess Olmgra.

“I’m glad to hear it. May Olmgra bring you a bright future, Apprentice Sirshi.”

“And you as well, Master Moudren,” Sirshi said with a bow.

When she returned to the main chamber, she found Kurgm waiting for her. She’d barely spoken to him in two months, occasionally seeing him and his friends at meals.

“Good morning, Sirshi,” he said with a smile. “You’re back.”

“Yeah, I’m here for another month or so,” she said, choosing not to mention Master Moudren’s offer to stay. “That’s what happens. Priests are rotated around, but I can pick sometimes.”

She walked past him and out into the castle. She noticed two things at once. The first was that he was following her. The second was that someone was waiting for him.

When Sirshi saw Ekla, any good spirits that she might’ve been in vanished. Any hope of the Goddess after the ceremony was replaced with anger.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, trying to keep her voice down.

“Waiting for my apprentice,” Ekla replied. “Good morning to you too, Apprentice Sirshi.”

How was it that everything Ekla said made her angry? Why couldn’t she keep her mouth shut for once and leave Sirshi alone? Sirshi figured she’d spoken first, but Ekla didn’t need to make it worse.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Master Ekla. I’ll try harder to be perfect like you.”

Ekla closed her eyes.

Probably embarrassed to even be around me.

“Do you have to talk like that?” Ekla asked.

“This is the way I talk.”

“That doesn’t mean there can’t be something wrong with it.”

“And you’re always perfect? Talking down to everyone like you’re better than they are? I’d rather talk back to people than down to them!”

“Calm down.”

“Why? Too embarrassed to be around your loudmouthed half-sister?”

Ekla glared at her, and Sirshi knew she was getting somewhere. Good. Now Ekla had an idea of what it was like for Sirshi to spend time with her.

“Yes.”

Something about the look on Ekla’s face made Sirshi think she hadn’t meant to say it, but her anger grew all the same.

“Fine!”

“Sirshi, I—”

Ignoring her half-sister, Sirshi stormed back into the temple, pushing past Kurgm on her way. Every thought in her head dissolved in the scalding heat of her anger. She wanted to calm down, and the only place she could do that was the Meditation Room.

To her luck, it was empty. In all the time she’d spent in the temple, there were few times she’d ever found someone else in it. Any other day, she’d wonder why, but today, such a thought didn’t stand a chance.

Why does she have to be that way? In her head, her own voice was a roaring flame. She didn’t dare scream inside the Meditation Room. She could barely see straight. This was why she avoided Ekla. Why did Kurgm have to latch onto her? She didn’t want friends! She didn’t need friends! Sirshi was fine with just Sirshi. She didn’t need anyone else. Apart from Master Daktra, and maybe Master Moudren, everyone lectured her eventually, claiming superiority over her. She was sick of it. Why couldn’t everyone leave her alone?

Her head whipped around the small room. Her limbs shook. She held her head in her hands to try to stay calm, but she was losing the fight for control.

Sirshi knelt in front of the Calming Basin. She thrust her hands inside. They hit the edge of the basin. It overbalanced and flew into the air. Through the storm of rage, Sirshi saw it strike the statue’s hand. She heard a crack.

The statue’s hand fell to the floor and landed with a thump.

The haze fell away and shock replaced it. She couldn’t believe what she’d done. Why did this always happen to her? Ekla made her angry, she lashed out, then she got in trouble. Little Miss Perfect got away with it every time. Their parents had never once punished Ekla.

It’s fine, she thought as she picked up the basin and returned it to its place. Water was everywhere. She grabbed a towel and dried herself off. I’ll find Roshil. She’s an artisan, she can fix it. I’ll go to the forge, get her to come here, she’ll fix it, and nobody will know.

It was never that simple. Sirshi was reminded of this when she turned around and found Master Daktra standing in the doorway.

“I can explain,” Sirshi said. “I was—”

“Go to the forge and fetch Our Lord High Artisan,” Master Daktra said. He made little effort to hide his disappointment. “After he’s fixed this, we’ll talk about your assignment to this temple.”

Sirshi couldn’t move. She struggled to breathe. What did that mean?

“Master Moudren said she wanted to keep you here. That she’d selected you as an acolyte for the Flower Blooming Ceremony next month. But now I don’t expect she’ll stay with that decision. She may not stay with either one.”

Sirshi’s world began to crumble. The Flower Blooming Ceremony was only held once a year to usher in the warm season. Being an acolyte at the temple, the acolyte for the Flower Blooming Ceremony, were the two things she wanted more than anything. And she’d almost had them. Almost.

But that didn’t happen. Not to her. Sirshi never got anything she wanted unless she took it for herself.

Sirshi left the Meditation Room. She didn’t look Master Daktra in the eye as she passed. She couldn’t. This was the way things went for her. There was no use assuming anyone stood up for you, that’s what she’d learned. No one was on her side.

#VolumeOne #ManagingAnger

Sirshi’s head was in a whirl as she made her way to the forge. She could almost hear Ekla chewing her out.

This is what happens when you aren’t responsible. If you were more like me, you’d be better.

“Shut up,” Sirshi growled. “Shut up and leave me alone.”

She didn’t want to think about what might happen after the statue was fixed. It was all Ekla’s fault! Why couldn’t she leave her alone? Sirshi didn’t want anything to do with her. If Ekla had let her be, none of this would be happening.

There were only a few people in the forge, considering how early it was. Sirshi looked around, but couldn’t see Lord Grund.

Instead, a woman walked up to her.

“Can I help you?” she asked in a tone that suggested that she wanted the answer to be “No”.

“I’m looking for Our Lord High Artisan,” Sirshi replied, keeping her anger out of her voice. “Is he here?”

“Whatever it is, I’m sure I can help. And you’ll stand at attention when addressing a master.”

Sirshi didn’t know where she found the restraint not to punch the woman in her stupid face. She’d already had enough of this from Ekla.

“Sirshi?”

Looking past the annoying woman, Sirshi spotted Roshil at one of the furnaces. Roshil gently laid down her work on the anvil in front of her and ran over to them.

“This doesn’t concern you, you little monster,” the woman spat.

Sirshi decided that if there was a person this woman hated more than her, it was Roshil.

“You’re not my master anymore,” Roshil replied. She smiled at Sirshi. “What can I do for you?”

“I’m looking for Our Lord High Artisan. The Temple of the Rising Sun requires his services.”

Roshil’s face lit up. “Those statues are so pretty! Do you know how hard it is to carve those? It must’ve taken them months!”

The more Roshil talked, the worse Sirshi felt, and the angrier she got at her sister.

The other woman opened her mouth, but was cut off by a voice that resonated throughout the forge.

“What do you want?” Lord Grund bellowed.

Roshil and Sirshi both stood at attention when he approached. The other woman did not.

“Master Udra, get back to work.”

She stood at attention when she spoke. “Yes, My Lord.”

“And within this castle, when an officer approaches you, you will stand to attention. Is that clear?”

Udra nodded. “Yes, My Lord.”

She turned and walked back to the furnace at which she’d been working.

“She was a good apprentice,” Lord Grund muttered. He turned his attention to Sirshi. “Temple need something?”

“One of the statues needs to be repaired,” Sirshi said, lowering her voice.

He nodded in a way that told her he understood exactly what had happened. Had other apprentices broken the statues?

Take that, Ekla! It’s not just me, so get off my back!

She also wondered how he knew she was from one of the temples, but chose not to ask.

He turned around and motioned for her and Roshil to follow.

“Not a problem,” he said. “I’ve fixed those statues loads of times. Easiest thing in the world if you know what you’re doing.”

“Why am I coming?” Roshil asked.

“I’m teaching you. That’s what I’m supposed to be doing, isn’t it?”

Roshil exchanged glances with Sirshi, then shrugged. Master Daktra wasn’t always the most hands-on master, but Sirshi liked it better that way. Better a hands-off master than to have someone standing over her every moment.

The three of them went to another section of the forge. This one had bins all across the wall, each one with a label. Lord Grund pointed to bins as Sirshi explained the damage. He asked her a few questions she couldn’t quite answer, but he seemed satisfied with the information she had. As he pointed to each bin, Roshil moved a ladder into place and took something out of the container.

After she’d packed everything into her bag, the three of them set off to the temple.

“Has this happened before?” Sirshi asked as they walked.

“It’s not usually the Temple of the Rising Sun, but people break statues all the time. The Temple of No Cares started making their statues out of cheaper materials after I refused to fix them anymore. As his temple’s name suggests, I don’t think Normtoch cares.”

“But you can fix it?”

“Of course, we can. Wouldn’t be with you if we couldn’t. It’s just the hand, so it’s not that hard to reattach. You didn’t shatter the whole thing. It’s hardly serious. And it’s good practice for Apprentice Roshil here.”

When they reached the temple, they went straight through to the meditation room. Master Daktra was still there. He unlocked the doors for them and let them inside. Sirshi noticed that Master Daktra avoided eye contact with Roshil.

Does everyone do that?

Sirshi looked at the statue with guilt, but it was soon replaced by anger. If Ekla hadn’t been there, none of this would’ve happened. Or if Kurgm hadn’t stayed behind to talk to her. She’d be eating breakfast right now, still excited about being chosen for the Flower Blooming Ceremony. Not that her parents would care. She’d known that when she’d chosen to be a priest, that they’d never be proud of her. No one was. Now not even Master Daktra was. What about Master Moudren? What would she say? She must know by now.

Lord Grund and Roshil inspected the statue. He kept asking Roshil questions, most of which she knew. It made Sirshi realize that he must really trust her. Or was this nothing more than another job to him? Maybe Roshil hadn’t made the mistakes Sirshi had made today.

Roshil took some of the items she’d collected out of her bag. One of them was a card she put on the stump on the statue. After muttering a few words Sirshi couldn’t understand, the card melted into the stump. Lord Grund handed her the broken hand, which Roshil took with great care. She rotated it to the right position, then placed it back on the stump. She muttered a few more words. When she finished, she took her hand away.

The statue looked like it did that morning. There were no cracks, no chips missing, no evidence that anything had happened to it.

“See?” Lord Grund said. “Good as new.”

Master Daktra bowed, and Sirshi followed suit.

“I am grateful, My Lord,” Master Daktra said.

“Don’t mention it. Apprentice Roshil did most of the work. It’s her you should be thanking.”

Daktra’s eyes darted to Roshil. “Yes… I suppose so. Thank you… Apprentice Roshil.”

Sirshi scowled at her master. Why was Master Daktra treating Roshil like that? Roshil radiated a feeling of discomfort, but Sirshi had always assumed the masters ignored it.

“Apprentice Sirshi.” Master Daktra turned to her. “Take today and tomorrow off while we decide what happens next.”

“It’s not like she’s the first one to break this statue,” Lord Grund said a