Viktor only had a few seconds to brace himself as the door flew open, revealing a man who somehow looked old enough to be someone’s kindly grandfather yet intimidating enough to make you rethink your life choices. Forgemaster Ivan’s white hair matched Father Gregor’s in hue, but that was the only similarity.
Forgemaster Ivan’s burly arms were said to rival a bear’s strength, and once they closed around Viktor. He knew there’d be no escape until the older man deigned to release him. Like all Fire Clerics, Forgemaster Ivan wore a large leather apron over his red robes, hiding any decoration that may have adorned his garments.
But despite spending most of his time in the forges, Ivan smelled like flour, and Viktor could already see some white streaks transferring from the other man’s clothes. He must have been in the kitchens. At least he’s in a good mood. Viktor awkwardly patted Forgemaster Ivan’s shoulder before gasping. “Greetings, Forgemaster”-
The older man released him with a scowl as he shook his finger under Viktor’s nose. “None of that! I have to hear my title over a hundred times a day from my underlings, and I’m sick of it! You are a guest and the closest thing we have to a Fire Cleric without the fire. So, you will call me by name! What brings you here, Viktor? Is the ground getting too cold for you to dig through already?”
“No, I can still take care of that. There’s no need for you to trouble yourself. I’m here on another matter…” Viktor looked at Nadia, smiling at her wide, panicked-filled eyes as she unconsciously tried to hide in her chair. Don’t be afraid. He’s a good man. Viktor held his hand out to Nadia, effectively diverting Forgemaster Ivan’s attention from himself. “This is Nadia. She’s going to be helping me perform my duties as a fellow Death Cleric. We came here to order some tools for her.”
Forgemaster Ivan smiled and patted Nadia’s head. “Welcome, Child! It's been ages since we’ve had a new Death Cleric. Have you picked your symbol yet?”
Nadia shook her head, but before she could say anything, Forgemaster Ivan gripped her upper arms and felt her muscles, making the girl squeak in surprise as he shook his head. “This isn’t good. No offense, dear. But you’re far too skinny to be a Death Cleric. How are you going to dig graves with these tiny arms? I doubt you’ll be able to do more than hold people’s hands and make tea… Not that there’s anything wrong with that, of course!”
Viktor almost laughed as he came to her rescue. “I will begin her strength training tomorrow. Today is all about introductions, getting her supplies, and some light lessons. I’m afraid Nadia can’t read or write yet, so I’ve been explaining the different symbols to her.”
Forgemaster Ivan shook his head and sighed but looked at Viktor so Nadia wouldn’t see the mischievous glint in his eye. “Is that so? I was hoping she’d have more skills, given the journey she must have had. But I’m sure you’ll make a fine teacher, Viktor… Assuming you’ve kept up your training, of course!”
Viktor kept his face blank, trying to see if Nadia was calming down. “I haven’t had much time to practice, but I did kill two ghouls the other day… Does that help you?”
“No! It does not! You should be practicing every day, especially when you never know when the next attack will come.” Forgemaster Ivan turned to Nadia, noting the open book before asking. “Do you know how to fight, Child? Have you ever had to defend yourself?”
Nadia shook her head, causing Viktor to tense. Don’t start talking about being a doll! “I’ve never been in a fight, but I promise to study hard so I won’t get in Viktor’s way!”
Viktor relaxed as Ivan laughed. “Do you, now? That’s wonderful to hear! Young people should never be afraid of working hard. It builds character! Now then, let’s do this properly, shall we?”
He turned to the still-open door and shouted. “KATYA! BE A DEAR AND BRING SOME REFRESHMENTS FOR OUR GUESTS. WE HAVE TOOLS TO MAKE AND LESSONS TO TEACH!”
Sister Katya poked her head through the door with a grin. “Way ahead of you, Forgemaster. Do our guests have any preferences?”
Viktor shook his head, and Nadia said the worst thing. “I don’t need anything, thank you.”
By the Paths, she’s done it now! Sister Katya looked to the Forgemaster, who sat down and smiled like he was about to execute someone. “Don’t worry about it, Katya. I trust your judgment in properly tending to our guests.”
Her expression remained pleasant as she bowed and closed the door. Nadia looked at Viktor and softly whispered. “Did I do something wrong?”
Forgemaster Ivan lightly smacked the top of her head. “Only just now. It’s rude to whisper in front of other people, young lady. You just promised you’d work hard, didn’t you? How are you going to do that if you’re starving?”
Nadia rubbed her head and stared at Forgemaster Ivan with confused eyes. “I wasn’t trying to be rude, and I’m not starving?”
Forgemaster Ivan shook his head and looked at Viktor. “This is another thing you must watch out for, Viktor. Young people are afraid of their bodies. They don’t understand they need to eat. I’m so happy you weren’t like this when Brother Dmitri found you.”
Viktor shrugged and lightly squeezed Nadia’s shoulder as she watched them. “I’m afraid my circumstances were different. I hadn’t eaten in days when he found me.”
And my village barely had enough food to survive after the taxing season. Nadia squeezed Viktor’s hand, prompting him to look at her. She smiled and pointed at the book. “I think I want this one, Viktor. The same as yours! Can I please have this one too?”
“Are you sure? There’s plenty to choose from.” Is this because I said I might make her memorize it? Practicing symbols is a good way to master one’s magic… Nadia nodded, moving closer to hug Viktor, causing Forgemaster Ivan to laugh.
“It sounds like she’s made up her mind, Viktor. And you know what has to happen now!” He turned to Nadia and patted her head. “It’s a good choice, Child. Don’t let Viktor fool you. Roq will serve you well, just as it serves Viktor well. Now that we’ve got that out of the way. Let’s see if your mana can be used for other things.”
Nadia frowned. “Other things? I thought I only had to see ghosts to be a Death Cleric?”
“You do. What Ivan means is that he wants to test you to see if your mana can branch into the other Paths… I should warn you that Mother Anya and Father Gregor will do the same thing. It’s always a good idea to study multiple things, Nadia. You never know when you’ll need to defend yourself or heal someone.”
“So… since we’re in the Fire Temple, we’re going to see if I can control fire?!” Nadia’s eyes sparkled, causing Forgemaster Ivan to laugh, but Viktor barely smiled. It would complicate things if she could do that. Most of the spells involving the dead are used for divination or polluting the land. What will she be like if she can cast fireballs?!
Forgemaster Ivan pulled out a metal bowl with rings made of ash and charcoal lining the edges. “Sadly, the odds of you being able to control fire is extremely low, Child. But there are other ways your mana can branch out. For example, you might be able to sense when someone is about to attack you or know when a storm is going to create a forest fire.”
Viktor watched Nadia’s face fall and chuckled. “You might discover that you have a talent for working with your hands, Nadia. Don’t let yourself get discouraged. My mana can only form barriers. If it wasn’t for Ivan coming over to beat me senseless. I’d be all but useless for anything else.”
Nadia looked at Viktor but quickly turned back as Forgemaster Ivan placed a brass coin into the bowl. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, Viktor. You’ve come a long way since then. And I’ll gladly come spar with you again once Nadia’s tools are ready!”
Viktor winced, already feeling his body throb as he remembered their last round. “There’s no need for you to do that, Ivan. I can pick them up later!”
“And try to escape again, no doubt. Relax, Viktor. The point of sparring isn’t to hurt or humiliate your partner. Its to help both of you to improve!” Forgemaster Ivan chuckled at Viktor’s groan as he turned his full attention to Nadia. “Alright, my girl. I’m going to light the coin on fire. Your job is to use your mana to keep it from melting. You must follow your instincts. There’s no time limit beyond the coin melting. And there’s no such thing as a wrong way to stop it. Do you understand?”
“Um… Am I allowed to touch the coin?” Viktor shook his head while Forgemaster Ivan raised a warning finger.
“Only if that’s what your mana is guiding you to do. Some people can touch the bowl during the test, while others need to back away. Do not try something unless you’re certain that’s what your mana is asking you to do. We have some of the finest healers outside of the Water and Life Paths. So you will be safe no matter what. Any other questions?”
“I… don’t think so?” She looked at Viktor, and he smiled.
“Everything will be alright. I know it sounds confusing, but it’s all about clearing your mind, Nadia. Have you ever meditated before?”
“No.” Viktor sighed. That’s one more thing I’ll need to teach her. But what should I focus on first? He could see Forgemaster Ivan smiling, a small blue flame circling his finger as he tapped the coin.
“You may begin, Child.” Nadia nodded, staring as the flame slowly enveloped the coin. Viktor kept staring between the bowl and Nadia’s face, but he couldn’t see any signs of her using her mana. Her face remained calm while the fire made her eyes sparkle. He looked at Ivan, but the older man kept his expression blank.
This isn’t a test one can fail. It’s just meant to help reveal any talents one possesses. Still, why am I so nervous? Everyone has mana. Most simply can’t sense theirs, and Nadia can see the spirit orbs. So it shouldn’t matter if she stops the flame or not! But it did matter.
The city depended on the clerics to function. So, the more talents one has, the faster one can climb the ranks and be trusted with more duties. Viktor knew it was a matter of time before he was invited back to tend the other two graveyards now that Nadia was here.
But he couldn’t do that if she didn’t have her mana under control. Not to mention the whole take over the city for her master thing… I wish I could sense mana… I wish I knew what to do! The flames devoured the coin, and Nadia still didn’t look tired. She rubbed her eyes and turned to Viktor. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I couldn’t stop the flames either. You did fine…” A knock on the door signaled Sister Katya’s return, giving a perfect excuse to think of other things as she brought in the refreshments.
Forgemaster Ivan insisted on showing them to the door himself. He patted Nadia’s head and threw his arm over Viktor’s shoulders. “You two need to relax. There’s nothing wrong with letting a coin melt. And this just means you’ll have to work on fighting once you toughen her up a bit, Viktor. I expect to see some improvements by the time I call on you.”
“Her strength training, meditation, and learning how to read and write will be our focus for now. I doubt she’ll be able to learn how to fight anytime soon…” Which means I’ll need to protect her in case ghouls or something worse comes along…Viktor stopped walking and turned to Forgemaster Ivan. “Actually, there was one more thing I needed to talk to you about, Ivan. Do you have some time?”
“Oh? Something else you say? What might that be, Viktor?” Viktor smiled reassuringly to Nadia. Please, let this gamble work.
“Nadia, I would like to speak with Ivan alone. Why don’t you go talk to Sister Katya for a bit? It won’t take long.” Nadia frowned, looking at Viktor like she thought he was going to pull a prank on her. But she shrugged a few moments later and turned for the front desk.
“Are you going to meet me there, or should I head for the door?”
“Just wait by the front desk, please. Thank you, Nadia!” It’s far too soon for me to trust her in town alone, but she hasn’t given herself away so far… Hopefully, Ivan can help. Nadia nodded, bowing to them before disappearing around a corner. Viktor folded his arms, already preparing what to say, but Ivan beat him to it.
“Is this about a commotion that happened in your graveyard, by any chance?” Viktor fought back the urge to groan as he nodded.
“It is.” I was a fool to think he wouldn’t hear about it. It's his job to keep the city safe! Ivan scratched his cheek as he hummed.
“And you wanted to talk about this without Nadia present? Is she unaware of the situation?”
Viktor hesitated. How much does he know? “She isn’t, but she already has enough to deal with. And we still have to visit Mother Anya. I simply thought this would be better between us.”
“And what exactly would be better between us, Viktor? I can understand wanting to protect her, but I’m not going to throw someone else into the fire to do that.” Viktor shook his head frantically, trying to laugh off the tension as a few Fire Clerics walked past.
“I never said anything like that, Ivan. I’m not accusing anyone of anything. I’m just…” What am I doing? Shouldn’t I be warning him about what Nadia could be? Isn’t that my first priority? Viktor looked at Ivan and held out his hands, palms up. “I’m just… I’m trying to figure it out. Yes, I told some men that it might be because of a Fire Cleric. But I called it a prank. The barrier wasn’t damaged, and the graveyard is fine… I’ll have to clean out some debris to make that area fit for use again. But that can be part of Naida’s strength training. I’m not asking you to do anything, Ivan.”
Viktor gulped under the forgemaster’s gaze, heart thundering in his ears and chest as Ivan looked him up and down. It felt like Viktor’s heart was in his throat when Ivan clasped his shoulder. “Viktor, my boy… Don’t ever become a soldier.”
“What?” Where’d that come from? Ivan chuckled.
“I’m serious. You wouldn’t last once you were given a hard order. You’re too honorable for something like that…” Ivan shook his head ruefully as he continued. “The report I received talked about a loud noise. Something crashed? And a group of locals went to check on you. Is that right?”
“Yes.” Who sent in that report? Ivan nodded as if pleased with something before turning serious again.
“There was a barrier around the gates shortly after that. Was that your doing?”
“Yes, but”- Ivan raised his hand, silencing Viktor immediately.
“You are free to protect the graveyards as you see fit, Viktor. That’s your right. But given there was no report of another attack, and there’s no record of anyone matching Nadia’s description entering through one of the gates last night. I can only believe that you put up that barrier because of her. Am I wrong?”
Viktor froze. What am I supposed to say? How did he know all this? Someone had to have tried to enter the graveyard last night. But who would do that? If it was a cleric, then they should have used a spell to… Viktor’s eyes widened as realization struck him. Nadia was outside my cottage all night. The barrier wasn’t meant to conceal her, so anyone using a scrying spell would have seen her!
Viktor wanted to run. He knew it was foolish, especially with the forgemaster in front of him. But it was what he wanted to do. As if sensing this, Ivan’s grip tightened around him. “Now… don’t you start acting like a rabbit, Viktor. You haven’t broken any laws, so calm down. You wouldn’t have brought this up unless you had a plan. What is it?”
“I… I was just going to tell you my suspicions. And ask you to look into it. Nothing more.” Ivan continued to study him, but he must have seen something he liked because he smiled as he shook his head.
“Is that all…? Well then. I can certainly do that. I don’t know who Nadia is or how she got here. But joining the clergy isn’t a crime, especially if she’s going to help fix the damage she’s caused. I will investigate the matter thoroughly, Viktor. You have my word. Was that all?”
“Y-yes… That was all… Ivan, I’m”-
“I know. You’re a good man, Viktor. The Paths have thrown a lot of things your way. But you’ve become the master of your fate. I truly believe that you’ll reach the rank of Father someday. Does anyone else know about this?”
“Probably. One of the locals heard about the commotion, but she didn’t know anything about Nadia… I need to do some research of my own. May I contact you if the need arises?”
“I’d be insulted if you didn’t. We have a sacred duty to protect the city, Viktor. That means we should be working together. Not trying to play tricks… The best advice I have is to keep an eye on Nadia and give her the benefit of the doubt. We can’t lock someone up for saying crazy things… No matter how much we’d like to. Nadia seems like a good girl. Perhaps she’s a victim, and the Paths have brought her to you.”
“I’d… like that. I won’t deny I have my suspicions, but unless she does something…” Do I want that to be the case? Am I watching her to see if she’ll become a threat? Did I stoop so low? They could hear Nadia’s laughter mingling with Sister Katya’s as they reached the front desk.
The two women were acting like lifelong friends despite having met that morning. Nadia beamed when she saw Viktor and ran up to him. “Welcome back! Did you two finish your talk? Sister Katya was telling me about her test. She stopped the fire right before her coin turned into sludge, so it still looked like a coin. Until you touched it, that ruined the effect. I wish I had done that with mine. I could’ve kept it as a good luck charm!”
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Viktor laughed, shaking his head before bowing to Ivan. “We’ll be taking our leave now, Forgemaster. Thank you again for your time.”
“Not at all. As long as you remember what I said and call me Ivan from now on.” He turned to Nadia and fake whispered. “I liked that idea. About using your coin as a good luck charm. How does this sound if you can land a hit on Viktor by the time I deliver your tools. I’ll make a good luck charm just for you. What do you say?”
Nadia’s eyes widened as she clapped her hands. “Really? But Viktor said we’re focusing on strength training first. How am I supposed to hit him if I don’t have any moves?”
Ivan grinned. “You don’t need any moves to land a blow. Being fast on your feet and thinking quickly will serve until you’ve received some training. Besides, strength training is important. I’ve no doubt Viktor will have you acting like a proper Death Cleric in no time. Just think of this as motivation, ok?”
Nadia nodded, excitement bubbling as Viktor mock-glared at Ivan. “If her sense of motivation is to hit me. Then what’s mine?”
“You get to enjoy watching your student take her studies seriously so she can win. And if you beat me when I drop off her tools. I’ll come by every week to warm the ground and help you train Nadia.”
Viktor wasn’t amused. “And while you have Nadia off training somewhere. You’ll want to beat me into the ground again. I don’t know what I did to make you angry, Ivan. But I am truly sorry for whatever it was.”
“If you don’t remember, then you’re not truly sorry. And don’t be ridiculous. You didn’t do anything. I’m just doing my part to make sure you, Death Clerics, stay in shape. You’d better hurry along now. If I know Mother Anya, she’s already expecting you and counting the seconds. I’ll see you both in a few days!”
Viktor and Nadia bowed before heading back into the streets. Nadia stretched her arms above her head as she stood on her toes. “That was fun. But the temperature felt like a living thing. Did I really do ok in there?”
“You did fine. We were going to have to see Forgemaster Ivan again, so take whatever he says about fighting to heart. We shouldn’t have to worry about tears forming in the barrier for a while, but we can’t let our guard down.” Nadia nodded, causally taking in their surroundings as more people began to shop.
“What’s the test at the Water Temple going to be like? Will I have to fill a bottle using my mind, or make ice, or”-
“I don’t know. Mother Anya keeps thinking up new tests. She says it helps the flow stay natural for everyone. And you’ll get some robes, herbs, and other things here as well. There’s no better place to shop than in the Water District. Their prices are higher, but the goods are always the best quality. I visit at least once a month if I can.”
“Wow, it must be amazing! What about the Life Temple test? How does someone become a Life Cleric?”
“Either be extremely adept at healing or using light spells. Life Clerics are the ones most people turn to for purification, weddings, births, and every other joyous celebration you can name. They are the opposite of Death Clerics, but we’re not so different at our core.”
“How so? Why are there so many other kinds of clerics here? Why do we live in a graveyard? Not that I’m complaining. I liked talking to the spirit orbs. It's fun, and they always say nice things to me!” Viktor sighed as he rubbed his temples. It’s good that she’s so enthusiastic about learning. But am I really the best one to teach her? Teachers should be a calm, guiding presence, and I can’t manage to keep my head straight for more than five minutes!
Viktor tried to remember what Dmitri had taught him. “All four Paths are represented here because the king wants everything to be balanced. But the other Paths revolve around the here and now. Our Path and the Path of Life are a bit different. People only think about Death when they’re approaching it. But a number of people have trouble enjoying their lives. That’s why the Path of Death is all about living life without regrets. But the Path of Light focuses on living righteously and trying to prepare one’s soul for the next stage in life. Have I talked about this before?”
“Hmm. I don’t think you’ve mentioned that last part. What happens after death? Does everyone become ghosts?”
“No. That rarely happens, even when someone is killed. Which is a good thing, considering Death Clerics wouldn’t be able to help the living as much if we’re surrounded by death… I’ll tell you more about it after we talk with Father Gregor. Stay close to me, Nadia. The Water District is like a maze. It’s very easy to get lost.”
“Ok, Viktor!” Nadia grabbed onto Viktor’s sleeve, eyes wide and smiling big as they entered the Water District, unlike the main market that leads to the Fire Temple and most items for sale. The Water District catered to the rich and nobility. Viktor kept his head up as he led Nadia forward.
Most of the merchants gave them a friendly greeting, and Viktor waved back to the ones he knew. But the professional smiles didn’t hide the disdain on many faces. No one wants to think about dying. But it's something we all must live with. Hopefully, Nadia doesn’t get caught up in anything.
Viktor barely hid his relief when the Water Temple came into view. Nadia’s eyes widened as she took in the several fountains, clean sidewalks, and pale blue walls that almost seemed to melt into the ground as they approached. The air smelled of water and growing things, giving one the impression of wanting to lie down and take a nap.
If they were here for fun, Viktor might have heeded its call and stretched out next to the wall. But Nadia’s hand on his sleeve kept him centered. He smiled at her before opening the door and almost got run over by several merchants rushing past. Nadia gasped but stayed close to Viktor as he unconsciously stood straighter and approached a man in a dark blue robe carrying a basket of herbs.
“Excuse me. Is Mother Anya in?” The man didn’t look up as he nodded and hurriedly vanished down the hall.
“That was rude. He didn’t even ask why we wanted to see her.” Viktor chuckled and turned down a different hall.
“Path of Water is all about flow. They believe in constant motion until you need to take a break. Hence, why they keep the grounds so clean over here, one of their favorite sayings is, “Time is money.” Since I asked if Mother Anya was in and not where I could find her, that man assumed I did and only answered what I’d asked so he could deliver the herbs to wherever he was going.”
“Do you know where Mother Anya is? This place kind of reminds me of my master’s domain. Except everything here feels… Soothing. Like it’s okay to close my eyes if I need to.” Viktor frowned at that. It doesn’t sound like the kind of place you want to go. Never mind being born there.
“I know where to find her. Mother Anya’s office is on the ground floor, so she can tally the inventory and still be close enough to look after patients.” A small crash sounded from a plain wooden door, and Viktor had to bite his lip to keep his laughter in check. “I told you, Nadia. The Path of Water is all about flow. And nothing flows quite like money. So, most Water Clerics are either merchants or expert negotiators. If they say, you won’t find something at a better price. They mean it.”
“So, they sell what the Fire Clerics make?”
“Sometimes. Like I said, their goods are of the best quality. So they work with the Fire Clerics to ensure everyone has a chance to buy things that will last.” They reached the door, and Viktor quickly rapped his knuckles against it. The response came immediately.
“Come in, and try not to step on anything!” Viktor squeezed Nadia’s shoulder and opened the door. If Forgemaster Ivan’s study had been messy, this room appeared to be a chaotic yet strangely tidy sphere. The walls are covered in maps and bookcases, while several stacks of papers fight for floor space, with several plants growing from pots and through the window.
Nadia stayed behind Viktor as they approached the desk and the woman behind it. She wore robes that suggested several shades of blue, from so pale they looked white to so dark they could have been black. Several symbols promoting health, balance, and prosperity decorate her shoulders, while her gray hair is held back in a neat bun.
She doesn’t look up. “Hello, Brother Viktor. Have you come for some more herbs or to take credit for the ghoul bodies you keep letting other people bring in for you?”
Viktor winced and bowed. “Greetings, Mother Anya. I’m actually here to introduce Nadia. She’s going to be learning from me, and”-
“And you need robes, herbs, an allowance for her, and a larger allowance for yourself. Did you already visit Forgemaster Ivan?”
“We did. I ordered everything she needs from there…” Mother Anya nodded and finally sat up, revealing a long form that covered the desk.
“Did you bring a receipt?”
“No. Forgemaster Ivan said he’d tell you after he delivered the tools. You know how he likes to give a final check before asking for payment.” Mother Anya sighed and turned to Nadia.
“Let’s get a look at you, then. Come here, dear. We need to take some measurements before we can proceed.” Nadia looked at Viktor, and he waved her forward.
“Go on. Don’t look so scared. She hasn’t bitten anyone yet.” Mother Anya snorted as Nadia stood before her and slowly circled the young girl.
“How old are you, Child?”
“I’m…” Nadia looked at Viktor before shrugging. “Nineteen, I think? We didn’t really keep track of our ages where I came from.” Viktor sighed in relief. Nice going, Nadia. Now she’ll think you’re from a village somewhere… We should probably come up with a name for one…
Mother Anya pulled out a cord with several knots tied at regular intervals from a pocket. “Hold your arms out straight and spread your legs a bit. I need to know how stretchy I need to make your undergarments. We’ll need to get you something else to wear. I recognize that robe. You mustn’t go around wearing a man’s clothes, Child. It sends a bad image to those who can tell these things.”
Nadia obeyed, reluctance clear as Mother Anya wrapped the cord around her head, shoulders, arms, and legs. Viktor blushed when Mother Anya began measuring Nadia’s bust and stepped toward the door. “I’m going to gather some herbs now, Mother. I’ll”-
“Get back in here and wait. It’s not like she’s naked, and I need to take your measurements as well.”
“No, you don’t. My robes are fine. We only came here to introduce you to Nadia, and”- Mother Anya turned and glared at Viktor, silencing him just as easily as she did the first time they met.
“You are a teacher now, Viktor. You’re expected to look the part. And it's not going to kill you to get some new clothes. Also, when do you want the carpenters to come?”
“Carpenters?” Why does she think we need carpenters? Don’t tell me she knows about the explosion last night?! Mother Anya sighed and smiled at Nadia.
“You can relax now, dear. We’ll get to your test in a moment. So, sit down while I talk to Viktor.” Nadia collapsed into a chair gratefully as the older woman turned to Viktor. “Yes, carpenters. As in people who make their living building things like furniture and houses. When should I send some over?”
“I know what carpenters are! I just don’t know why you want to send some. The well is fine, and I have plenty of firewood to last me a few months”-
“I’m sending some over so they can improve your cottage and make it easier for two people to live in!” Viktor’s jaw dropped. She thinks that…
“Um… Mother Anya. I think there’s been a misunderstanding. I never said Nadia was going to live with me.” Viktor tried not to look at Nadia, but his eyes sought hers as she stared at him.
“You don’t want me to live with you, Viktor?”
“I didn’t say that!” Why does she look so upset? She can’t believe that it's proper for us to live together… How am I supposed to explain it?! Mother Anya rolled her eyes and pulled a book from under her desk. The cracked leather spoke of its age when she found the page she wanted.
“Section four, paragraph three states that students must live close to their teachers in the clergy. In case of mana leakage, access to guidance, and allows all parties to weave their skills together in harmony.” She showed the book to Viktor, tapping the paragraph as she continued. “To put it simply, she has to live with you. There’s no other Death Cleric who can take on the role of her teacher, and she’s clearly comfortable with you.”
Mother Anya smiled at Nadia and chuckled. “Don’t take it personally, dear. He didn’t mean it in a bad way… Though you’ll have to make do with a single well. I’m not sure if the graveyard can support a second one without risk of contamination.”
Viktor reread the page until he felt like his eyes were spinning. Is that why I lived with Dmitri? I thought it was because he was the one who found me, and I was a child. He noticed Mother Anya’s gaze on him and blurted. “But, she’s a woman! Won’t that look bad in case she begins courting?”
Nadia shook her head and hugged Viktor’s arm. “I won’t go courting! I like being with you. I don’t need to do anything that will take me away from you… What if you courted me, Viktor? That would be fun!”
Viktor’s jaw dropped, disbelief clear on his face as Mother Anya chuckled. Is she serious?! “I just met you!”
Nadia cuddled into his side, standing as close as she could get. “I don’t mind. We can call it love at first sight!”
“I’m older than you!” By a lot if she’s serious about being born recently… At least she chose an age that looks reasonable. Mother Anya shrugged as she took back the book.
“There are worse things than being about ten years apart, Viktor. And it’s not like people aren’t going to suspect you two of being together anyway.” Viktor glared at her. I don’t need to hear that from you!
“Stay out of this, Mother! I don’t find this joke to be the slightest bit amusing!” Mother Anya laughed and began pulling sheets of paper from several stacks.
“My apologies, Brother Viktor. But the law is clear on this. The only reason the cottage wasn’t improved when Dimitri found you. Was because Dimitri spent most of his time at the other graveyards. And you know you can’t switch to one of the others yet. The nobility will fight to keep the Life Clerics there.”
Viktor sighed, removing Nadia’s grip as he stepped away and rubbed his temples. “Technically, they have no right to stop me. Tending graveyards is a sacred duty of Death Clerics. People wouldn’t want to see me in a hospital unless I’m getting treated, so why do they get to twist things to suit their wants?”
Not to mention, I had no intention of moving. Dmitri liked to travel between the graveyards, but we mostly slept in the cottage. That was our home until… He shook his head while Mother Anya shrugged, gaze firmly fixed on the documents in front of her. “Because they have money. And the king doesn’t care who tends the graveyards as long as it’s done properly. Which you’ll be happy to know that the ones Father Gregor selected have been doing a fine job. The barriers around them haven’t been breached once.”
That’s because they work in rotations of five and rely on gems to keep the barriers charged. It's not a bad system, but… “That is… good to know. But I will have to bring Nadia to the other graveyards soon. The dead will need to get used to her.”
“If you say so. But that’s something you’ll have to bring up with Father Gregor. Have you introduced her to him yet?” Nadia grinned.
“Mhm! I heard Madame Olga in pain after the funeral, so I went to check on her. Viktor found us in his cottage, and then Father Gregor came to see us! Madame Olga is such a nice lady. Can we go see her, Viktor?” Viktor shook his head, ignoring the look of disappointment on Nadia’s face and the smug expression on Mother Anya’s.
“Not today. You heard what Father Gregor said. He expects to have dinner after the introductions. So we’ll probably be there until well after dark. Maybe we can visit her the next time we do some shopping?” Nadia’s face lit up as she hugged him again.
“Thank you, Viktor!” He patted her back awkwardly as Mother Anya finished signing a form and took out a pale blue glass bowl.
“Then I’d better not keep you here. May I ask how Nadia did during Forgemaster Ivan’s test?” Nadia’s face fell as she approached the desk. Viktor tried to keep his fears from resurfacing as he remembered it. She didn’t do anything wrong, and every cleric needs to learn how to heal. It’ll be better if she can use water spells. It’ll help her be accepted.
“She… has no talent for the Path of Fire. I’m to begin giving her strength training tomorrow, along with some general studies like reading and writing.” Mother Anya nodded, pulling out another form and writing something down before picking up a pot with a collection of vines covered in spindly green leaves.
“I see. No matter. I’ll include paper and charcoal to help with her studies.” She held up the pot and looked at Nadia. “Do you know what this is, Child?”
“Some kind of herb?” Mother Anya smiled and stepped closer to Nadia.
“A very good guess. This herb is called Emer. It's used for many kinds of medicines, but it's difficult to grow. And the life expectancy of the leaves once they’re removed from the vines is short. Go ahead and take a whiff, Child. You’ll have to immerse yourself with herbs regardless of how the test goes.”
Nadia takes the pot, sniffing just above the tallest vine and smiling. “It kind of reminds me of mint and aloe. But it’s also… wild? Does that make sense?”
Viktor almost chuckled. I said the same thing when I first started studying herbs… So, her master’s realm has mint and aloe. That could be useful in figuring out what it is. Mother Anya took back the pot with a smile as she resumed her place behind the desk.
“That’s a fine comparison. And I believe I do know what you mean. Here’s how the test works, Nadia. I’m going to pluck a leaf and set it in some water. The leaf will begin shriveling instantly, but it’ll take about five minutes to completely dissolve into a fine powder. Your task is to prevent this from happening for as long as you can, using only your mana. Do you understand?”
“I think so. I just need to listen to my mana and let it guide me, right? Just like with Forgemaster Ivan’s test?” Nadia looked at Viktor, and he nodded.
“It’s exactly like that. Remember, this isn’t a test one can lose. Its only purpose is to help us know how we can help you grow as a cleric. You have nothing to be ashamed of, Nadia. Never forget that.” Nadia grinned and turned back to the bowl.
“Ok, I’m ready!” Mother Anya poured a thin layer of water into the bowl before placing a leaf in the middle of it. Viktor watched for any sign of Nadia using her mana, but once again. She appeared to only stare as the leaf turned to ash, making the water darken slightly.
Is she doing that on purpose? Surely Mother Anya or Forgemaster Ivan would have said something if they didn’t feel her using her mana. The older woman shrugged, placing the bowl on a window ledge before picking up the forms she filled out. “That settles it then. I’m not sure if her mana is meant for a different Path. But there’s no point in trying to teach her healing spells. Perhaps she’ll have better luck with barriers? You’ve certainly proven efficient at them, Viktor.”
Viktor bowed. “Thank you, Mother Anya. May I bring Nadia to the storerooms now? We can get her used to some herbs while waiting for dinner with Father Gregor.”
“Nadia is free to go wherever she pleases, as long as she doesn’t get in the way. But you need to get fitted for some new robes, Viktor. I’m not letting you leave until you do.”
In the end, Nadia’s mood was greatly improved, and Viktor had three new robes of his own to look forward to. At least Nadia doesn’t seem to mind her mana isn’t stretching into the other Paths. But I wish those two hadn’t bonded over my expense. Mother Anya was a force to be reckoned with, and Viktor could do little more than brace himself against her waves.
Not only were Nadia’s new robes going to have a bat emblazoned over her heart, but she’d asked for Roq to be stitched into the area hidden by the hood. Viktor wasn’t sure why, but he couldn’t think of a good reason to refuse. Nadia had been given a plain black robe to wear so the one she borrowed from Viktor could be washed.
Why does everyone act like I can’t wash my clothes? There’s a reason why black is so good at hiding stains! Nadia hummed as she followed Viktor to the Temple of Life. “That was fun. I’m sorry I wasted that leaf, though. She acted like it was very important.”
“You didn’t waste it. Powdered Emer purified in clean water is an excellent sterilizer. It won’t work against everything. But if you get scratched by a ghoul. It’ll keep the wound from becoming infected. It's also one of the cheapest ways to purchase Emer. Trust me. Mother Anya won’t let it go to waste.”
Luckily, she didn’t seem to know anything about what happened last night. Maybe I can keep it that way if we get that part of the graveyard ready by ourselves. It was a long shot. Mother Anya always seemed to know where every coin was and what it was being spent on.
Viktor didn’t like lying to his fellow clerics. But he wasn’t sure what the best course of action with Nadia was. As if sensing his inner conflict, Nadia lightly wrapped her arms around his and smiled. “Today is really fun, Viktor. I’m so happy I met you. I’ve learned so many things!”
“The day isn’t over yet. We need to replenish our herbs and medical supplies, not to mention purchase extra for you to study. I’m not the best when it comes to herbs, but I know the basics. So, we’ll mix different lessons as we go, ok?”
“Mhm! So what else are we going to focus on tomorrow?”
“Good question.” Strength training will be best to start early in the morning. She’ll work up a sweat and a healthy appetite. I suppose reading and writing should come next. Maybe throw in some meditation and end with another spar? He watched Nadia out of the corner of his eye, weighing options while remembering how Dmitri had trained him.
“I’ll figure it out as we go. I’m sure I’ll make mistakes, but since you’re my first student. We can learn together. What do you think?”
“I like it! My master didn’t explain anything outside of my mission. So, I’m really looking forward to this.” Her eyes widened, and she grabbed Viktor’s hand. “Learning with you, I mean. Not completing my mission. I want to spend as much time with you as possible, Viktor!”
It’s kind of cute how bad she is at lying… What am I thinking?! Viktor patted her hand. “I knew that’s what you meant. But remember what I said, Nadia. If I think you broke the law. I won’t hesitate to get the Fire Clerics involved. Forgemaster Ivan won’t go easy on you just because he likes you.”
“I won’t give you any reason to doubt me, Viktor. I promise!” Viktor sighed and nodded, almost smiling with Nadia as they took what they needed and headed for the district run by the Temple of Life.