Much has happened since I last wrote in this book.
First, came the catastrophe. The world has been split into pieces… though not physically. I do not completely understand, but it has been split. Saoirse, Kylar, and I have to help fix it – continuing mission from the gods.
I could hardly have asked for a more fortuitous circumstance. Not only is it in my best interest to prevent any plan that is capable of frustrating gods, but I will gain the favor of many of those gods in the process. Surely I’ll upset some, but any good alliance must have an enemy – the trick is to make sure to be on the stronger side of the conflict.
We found the device in Imblum. It was guarded by some very strange creatures. We were, unfortunately, unable to reach an understanding and we were forced to kill most of them – possibly all of them. I don’t recall being very thorough, but the fire may have killed any we missed.
Illikur, however, was more complicated. I have had an adjustable saddle made for Mathghamhain, and collected someone’s outstanding debt as payment for the saddle. I discovered that I am even stronger than I realized in Imblum. A single blow to a battle-hardened woman sent her to the floor, and this was with my bare fist.
Emboldened by my newly recognized strength, I resorted to violence as a distraction tactic more than once. I have boxed an armed guard while pretending to be drunk, and I have detonated an explosive in a stable to use stampeding horses as a diversion. However, most pertinently, I have killed someone – quite accidentally. Then helped kill several others quite intentionally.
By my hand the count of Imblum is dead, and with Saoirse’ help each of his personal guards as well. My intent was to cause a wound serious enough to inspire a retreat, but I underestimated the strength of my bow’s pull, and the arrow sank through his arm and into his chest.
We successfully destroyed the device, completing our divine mission, but in order to divert attention away from several possible scapegoats we made like we were Protaran assassins, and claimed credit for the kills as such. A war may come as a result, but a war was imminent anyways. And if my divine parent is correct, such a war may improve many lives in Protara. Certainly an acceptable outcome, if things really turn out that way.
For now, though, we need to beat word of this killing to Qad so that we can seek the next device in peace – then make our way out of Ka’Quania before anyone can hunt us down.