Malcolm Tent
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Wish upon the Stars chapter 940
🕑 Added 2025-07-29 16:24:34 +0000 UTCThe first person to reach me as I left the arena was, to my complete lack of surprise, my wife, who hit me like a bulldozer and nearly took me off my feet, her arms clamping down around me so hard my armor groaned. “What the HELL were you DOING!” She bawled into my chest as she tried her hardest to squeeze me to death.
I didn’t have any arguments there. I hadn’t screwed up, a fight is a fight and that one had been a good one, but this was the most injured I’d been in front of her in the years we’d been together. Even if it was brief injury and I’d patched it up fast, seeing the person you love most in the world get eviscerated probably sucked about as much as BEING eviscerated, which, spoiler alert, sucked real fucking bad.
So I just held her, letting her press her face into my neck and ground herself in the knowledge that I was ok as she muttered random nonsense about what an idiot I was. I could feel her desperate fear through the bond, and I understood it. The mere thought of watching someone tear into my wife like Cyrus had done to me turned my blood to ice.
Eventually, I just stood up, liting her with me, and folded my wings around us for privacy as I walked us over to a bench to sit down. After about ten minutes, she came up for air, drying the tears she’d been very careful to try to hide before she let herself be seen by the others.
“Well,” she said in a rough voice, clearing her throat. “That was certainly dramatic. But we won.”
“That you did,” came a familiar voice. I turned to find Fade standing politely off to one side. He nodded at me in acknowledgement. “Well fought, little lord. You’ve got steel in your veins. That was a nasty injury, and healing or not, being able to fight through it shows that you’re not an easy man to put down.” He grinned humorlessly. “I respect that.”
My wife glared at him. “I suppose it must be an important quality for you to test for it so thoroughly. But let me make something clear. Now that we won and you’re on our side, if you ever put my husband in a position to be hurt for no reason again, I’m going to drop you into your own shadow and let you plummet through eternal darkness until you starve to death.” She gave him a hard, wintery smile. “Respectfully.”
“You should’ve let her fight,” Fade commented to me mildly. “She’s much scarier than you.”
“True,” I grinned. “But I didn’t want to traumatize the audience. I’m trying to make alliances here, not give everyone here permanent nightmares.”
We both laughed, and Callie pouted, despite me feeling through the bond that she was proud that someone like Fade recognized her as a threat. Because I could smell the truth, and he hadn’t been being nice or condescending. He’d meant that. And he was right.
“So, you proved yourself,” he said with an intense gaze. His steely grey eyes shone like drawn blades, the glint off the iris the next best thing to the edge of a knife. “I suppose that means I’m at your service, little lord. What would you have of me?”
Ellie bulled into the middle of my response. Literally, she physically interjected herself between us, glaring at the warrior distrustfully. “Don’t get so familiar with the little lord, captain flatware. He’s already got a bodyguard. I guess you’ll be more useful than that sneaky blabbermouth, but don’t get ideas above your station. The little lord is more than a Wyndham, and if you have bad intentions you’ll be praying the Wish Devil gets ahold of your soul before my master can get her hands on it.”
Fade looked unconcerned, smiling mildly at her provocation. “Peace, milady, I meant no offense. I offered only my service, in whatever capacity it might be required.”
“I appreciate the sentiment, Ellie,” I told her firmly. “But I’m the one who decides where he’s going to be assigned. Not you. I’m half tempted to partner him with you, but I feel like that would be more punishment for him than for you. Now that we’re moving into more official meeting territory, however, I WILL need my B-rankers on hand, at least the ones with the most combat power. Fade, you’ll be on bodyguard detail alongside Alanna. Ellie, I know you’re on assignment for my mom, so you and Felicity will stick with me too. Four guards doesn’t seem too overboard.”
My gaze flicked back to Fade. “Now, what can you do about setting up a few interviews? I understand you’re a power player here. How many B-rankers can you get on my side.”
“Less than you’d like,” he shrugged. “Being king of the hill rarely endears me to others. Not to mention your cousins have been making overtures for some time now. I can get use another two or three smaller factions, or at least arrange contact. Several of them are large organizations, though mostly heavier on the rank and file. More C-rankers than B. But the few B-rankers they have are excellent warriors. Quality over quantity.”
I nodded. “Set it up. The conclave starts tomorrow, and I want to go into the meeting with my roster as stacked as I can get it.”
With more than a thousand people in my entourage, I was already a force to be reckoned with, but at this point in the succession war, some of the higher ranked cousins had been active in this zone since the beginning and had a big headstart. I knew there was at least one or two B-ranked candidates, even if I wasn’t sure exactly where they were.
“It shall be done,” he said with a solemn nod. “If it wouldn’t trouble you, I’d prefer to meet this potential partner as well. I like to take the measure of a warrior before I trust them at my back.”
“You will, and we need to get your contract signed,” I agreed.
He sent one of his nearby warriors off to deliver messages and we all headed back to the boarding house. To my surprise, Fade looked…hungry. I raised a brow at him, not that he could see it. “Why do you seem so excited?”
“When I met you yesterday,” he said contemplatively. “I couldn’t see an ounce of the blade about you. Not in your stance, in your bearing, not even in your Path, despite how muddled it seems to be. But now, there’s something of the sword about you. It’s faint, only a whisper, but someone has sharpened an edge I didn’t know was there. Nothing so complete as real training. More like they gave you very detailed instruction on a VERY specific dueling related concept in preparation for your match.”
Which was exactly what Alanna had done. She’d essentially mimicked enough beginner combat styles (albeit ones cranked up a notch) so I could understand what I was up against.
He didn’t continue talking about it, considering that answer enough I supposed. But I got it. Fade was a sword maniac. He ate slept and BREATHED the blade. Honed steel was his very blood, and seeing what Alanna could do…
Those who advanced beyond their realm, especially at such a high rank, were astonishingly rare. Only her stranding in the dungeon and the suppression therein had pushed her to polish that skill as she had. Most Ascendants wouldn’t waste the time when they could just rank up. No wonder he was so excited. I wondered if he’d have been so willing to accept the loss if he hadn’t discovered that little fact about me. Or maybe he’d known from the beginning somehow. Maybe this whole thing was an excuse to set up this very fight.
I shook that thought away. Mythologizing my opponents (or allies) was as bad as underestimating them. Not everyone had been planning everything all along.
When we reached the boarding house, we found Alanna practicing in the training yard. Kind of. She was doing some kind of exercise, her blade drawn, poised outward and still as stone, held parallel to the ground. Leaves fell from above, landing on the blade, and she seemed to be trying to cut them on impact without moving.
Her eyes were closed, but they opened when we arrived. “Little lord,” she beamed. “Suppose you won? Though not easily. That armor is shredded. Seems like you might need some more instruction.”
“I think I’ll just buy better armor,” I told her dryly. “And cheat more. Duels are much less fun than they seem when you’re starting out. If I hadn’t had a point to make I’d have turned the whole arena into a lake of burning ash and drowned him in it. I’ll avoid fighting by the rules in the future. I don’t think it’s my thing.”
As exciting as the idea had been after so long, I found duels restrictive and annoying. I saw Callie beam at me in approval at that sentiment, and even Fade snorted.
I expected Alanna to correct me, but she just grinned. “Your first real lesson then,” she laughed. “You’re not a duellist little lord, don’t act like one. You proved your competence today, next time prove your wisdom.”
“I don’t think I have any to prove,” I said wryly. “Do you know where I could get some on the cheap? I’m low on cash what with the armor needing to be made.”
She laughed, then turned to Fade. “Can I help you, friend? You’re doing an awful lot of staring.”
“We are to be partners,” he said with a smile. “And before then, opponents, assuming you’re willing. I’d love to test the edge of such a deadly opponent.” He stared at the sword, held perfectly still in midair, split leaves falling around and over it despite the edge never moving even a micron.
She stared at him for a moment longer, then nodded. “Watch closely, little lord,” she said with a wolfish grin. “You could learn quite a bit.”
The two of them took up their positions across the yard. Not too close, I noticed, not as close as I’d have expected from a melee battle. I realized why quickly afterwards. Both of them had chosen manifestation when they were starting out. Alanna moved faster, her blade manifesting above her like a piercing rainbow, blurring into existence as she struck out at her foe.
Her Path was stronger. Mythical, not Legendary, and it was clear. To my surprise though, Fade didn’t seem bothered. He might not have broken through, but he was MUCH higher into B-rank than she was, maybe at the peak, and he had the Chronicle to show for it. His own manifested blade whirled up, deflecting hers with a spark through the ether. He followed up, and so did she, their blades meeting and clashing the air and space disturbed by the clashes.
They moved so fast the blade shadows overlapped, the entire training ground vanishing under waves of ripples and flashing metal. The swords sang as they clashed, the reports blurring together into a high, clear tone of victory and challenge, the hum of the steel singing of power and glory as the two blademasters attacked
Despite not being able to follow the specifics (this was well above my level) I triggered Dantalion and Piece of Mind. Inside my library, a parallel recorded the clash in a tome for me to study later, even as my main mind watched on in wonder.
They fought like that for hours, operating so fast, so seamlessly, that I was half afraid an eyelash in someone’s eye would be the difference between life and death.
Callie sidled up next to me, and I put an arm around her shoulder as we watched, awed at the spectacle. “You know,” I murmured in her ear. “This was definitely worth it. Gut stab or not.” She snorted, but didn’t agree. That was fine, I was feeling much better personally. At least for now.
Comments
Void
I think we are witnessing the birth of a new romance between sword maniacs.
LadyLark
Realization has struck! Benny: “No, no! What have i done! They’ll be sickly sweet forever! Nooooooo!” Consequences of forgetting that recursion is a real and dangerous thing.🤣🤣🤣
LadyLark
I think I’m okay with that. Though it does make them more dangerous if something awful happens to the other.
MillionLittleE
Man their recursion is making them into a sickening sweet married couple
