The Hero of Ages

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  Vin looked back. Finally, she spoke. "How long do you think th1at you can keep Elend placated? If you know anything of him at all, then you will realize that he is a king first, and a man second. He will do what he needs to do, even if it means my death. "

  "Eventually, perhaps," Yomen said. "However, for now, the stall is effective. They say that you are a blunt woman, and appreciate brevity. Therefore, I will be straightforward with you. My purpose in capturing you was not to use you as leverage against your husband. "

  "Is that so," she said flatly. "Why did you capture me, then?"

  "It is simple, Lady Venture," Yomen said. "I captured you so that I could execute you. "

  If he expected surprise from her, she didnt give it. She just shrugged. "Sounds like an unnecessarily formal term. Why not just cut my throat while I was drugged?"

  "This city is a place of law," Yomen said. "We do not kill indiscriminately. "

  "This is war," Vin said. "If you wait for discrimination before you kill, youll have a lot of unhappy soldiers. "

  "Your crime is not one of war, Lady Venture. "

  "Oh? And am I to know this crime, then?"

  "It is the most simple of all crimes. Murder. "

  Vin raised an eyebrow. Had she killed someone close to this man? Perhaps one of the noble soldiers in Cetts retinue, back a year ago when shed assaulted Keep Hasting?

  Yomen met her eyes, and she saw something in them. A loathing that he kept hidden behind the calm front. No, she hadnt killed one of his friends or relatives. Shed killed someone far more important to him.

  "The Lord Ruler," she said.

  Yomen turned away again.

  "You cant honestly intend to try me for that," Vin said. "Its ridiculous. "

  "There will be no trial," Yomen said. "I am the authority in this city, and need no ceremony to give me direction or permission. "

  Vin snorted. "I thought you said this was a place of law. "

  "And I am that law," Yomen said calmly. "I believe in letting a person speak for themselves before I make my decision. I will give you time to prepare your thoughts—however, the men who will be guarding you have orders to kill you if it ever looks like you are putting something unapproved into your mouth. "

  Yomen glanced back at her. "Id be very careful while I eat or drink, if I were you. Your guards have been told to err on the side of safety, and they know that I will not punish them if they accidentally kill you. "

  Vin paused, cup of water still held lightly in her fingers.

  Kill him, Ruins voice whispered. You could do it. Take a weapon from one of those soldiers, then use it on Yomen.

  Vin frowned. Ruin still used Reens voice—it was familiar, something that had always seemed a part of her. Discovering that it belonged to that thing . . . it was like finding out that her reflection really belonged to someone else, and that shed never actually seen herself.

  She ignored the voice. She wasnt sure why Ruin would want her to try killing Yomen. After all, Yomen had captured her—the obligator king was working on Ruins side. Plus, Vin doubted her ability to cause the man any harm. Chained, lacking offe1nsive metals . . . shed be a fool to attack.

  She also didnt trust Yomens comments about keeping her alive so that she could "speak" in her defense. He was up to something. Yet, she couldnt fathom what it might be. Why leave her alive? He was too clever a man to lack a reason.

  Giving no hint of his motivations, Yomen turned away from her again, looking back out his window. "Take her away. "

  By sacrificing most of his consciousness, Preservation created Ruins prison, breaking their deal and trying to keep Ruin from destroying what they had created. This event left their powers again nearly balanced—Ruin imprisoned, only a trace of himself capable of leaking out. Preservation reduced to a mere wisp of what he once was, barely capable of thought and action.

  These two minds were, of course, independent of the raw force of their powers. Actually, I am uncertain of how thoughts and personalities came to be attached to the powers in the first place—but I believe they were not there originally. For both powers could be detached from the minds that ruled them.

  55

  IT TOOK ELEND MUCH LONGER to get back from the village than it had taken to get there. For one thing, he had left a lot of his coins with the villagers. He wasnt certain how much good money would do them in the coming weeks, but hed felt that he had to do something. They were going to have a rough time of it the next few months. Their food stores nearly depleted, their homes burned by koloss, their water sources contaminated by ash, their capital—and king—besieged by Elend himself . . .

  I have to stay focused, he told himself, walking through the falling ash. I cant help every village. I have to worry about the larger picture.

  A picture that included using a force of koloss to destroy another mans city. Elend gritted his teeth, continuing to walk. The sun was creeping toward the horizon, and the mists had already started to appear, lit by the blazing fire of red sunlight. Behind him tromped some thirty thousand koloss. His new army.

  That was another reason it took him a bit longer to get back. He wanted to walk with the koloss army, rather than jumping ahead of them, in case their Inquisitor appeared to steal them back. He still couldnt believe that such a large group hadnt been under any kind of direction.

  I attacked a koloss army on my own, he thought as he slogged through a patch of thigh-deep ash. I did it without Vins help, intent on defeating their Inquisitor by myself.

  How had he thought to fight an Inquisitor on his own? Kelsier himself had only barely been able to defeat one of the things.

  Vin has killed three now, he thought. We took them on together, but she was the one who killed each one.

  He didnt begrudge her the abilities she had, but he did feel occasional glimmers of envy. That amused him. It had never bothered him when hed been an ordinary man, but now that he was Mistborn too, he found himself coveting her skill.

  And even with her skill, she had been captured. Elend tromped along, feeling a weight he couldnt shake. Everything just seemed wrong to him. Vin imprisoned, while he was free. Mist and ash suffocating the land. Elend, despite all his powers, was unable to do anything to protect the people—and the woman—he loved.

  And that was the third reason that he walked ploddingly with his koloss, rather than returning immediately to his camp. He needed some time to think. Some time alone. Perhaps that was what had driven him to leave in the first place.

  Hed known that their work was dangerous, but hed never really thought that he might lose her. She was Vin. She always got out. She survived.

  But what if, this time, she didnt?

  Hed always been the vulnerable one—the common person in a world of Mist-born and koloss. The scholar who couldnt fight, who had to depend on Vin for protection. Even during the last year of fighting, shed stayed close to him. If shed been in danger, hed been in danger, and there hadnt really been time to think about what would happen if he survived and she didnt.

  He shook his head, pushing through the ash. He could have used koloss to force a trail for him. For the moment, however, he wanted to be apart even from them. So, he walked ahead, a lone figure in black on a field of solid ash backlit by a setting red sun.

  The ashfalls were getting far worse. Before hed left the village, hed spent a day having his koloss clear the streets and rebuild some of the homes. Yet, with the rate at which the ash was falling, the mist and even the possibility of other wandering koloss were becoming secondary problems. The ash. It alone would kill them. Already, it buried trees and hills. It was up to his waist in places.

  Perhaps if Id stayed in Luthadel, he thought, working with my scholars, we could have discovered a way to stop this. . . .

  No, that was foolish. What would they do? Plug the ashmounts? Find a way to wash all of the ash out into the sea? In the distance ahead of him through the even
ing mists, he could see a red glow in the sky, even though the sun set on the opposite horizon. He could only assume that the light to the east came from fire and lava rising out of the ashmounts.

  What did he do about a dying sky, ash so thick he could barely move through it, and erupting volcanoes? So far, his way of dealing with these things had been to ignore them.

  Or, rather, to let Vin worry about them.

  Thats really what has me worried, he thought. Losing the woman I love is bad enough. But, losing the one I trusted to fix all this . . . thats truly frightening.

  It was an odd realization. The deep truth was, he really did trust Vin as more than a person. She was more like a force. Almost a god, even? It seemed silly, thinking about that directly. She was his wife. Even if he was a member of the Church of the Survivor, it felt wrong to worship her, to think her divine.

  And he didnt, not really. But he did trust her. Vin was a person of instinct, while Elend was one of logic and thought. Sometimes, it seemed she could do the impossible simply because she didnt stop to think about how impossible it really was. If Elend came to a cliff, he stopped, gauging the distance to the other side. Vin just jumped.

  What would happen on the day she didnt reach the other side? What if the events they were tied up in were bigger than two people could hope to solve, even if one of those people was Vin? As he considered it, even the possibility of discovering helpful information in the cache at Fadrex had been a slim hope.

  We need help, Elend thought with frustration. He stopped in the ash, the darkness closing around h1im as night proper finally fell. The mists swirled.

  Help. So, what did that mean? Help from some mysterious god like the ones that Sazed had once preached about? Elend had never known a god other than the Lord Ruler. And hed never really had faith in that creature—though, meeting Yomen had changed his perspective on how some people worshipped the Lord Ruler.

  Elend stood, looking up at the sky, watching the flakes of ash fall. Continuing their silent, yet ceaseless, barrage against the land. Like the raven feathers of a soft pillow used to suffocate a sleeping victim.

  We are doomed, he thought. Behind him, the koloss stopped their march, waiting upon his silent order. Thats it. Its all going to end.

  The realization wasnt crushing. It was gentle, like a final tendril of smoke from a dying candle. He suddenly knew that they couldnt fight—that everything theyd done over the last year had been pointless.

  Elend slumped to his knees. The ash came up to his chest. Perhaps this was one final reason why hed wanted to walk home alone. When others were around, he felt as if he had to be optimistic. But, alone, he could face the truth.

  And there, in the ash, he finally just gave up.

  Someone knelt down beside him.

  Elend jumped backward, scrambling to his feet and scattering ash. He flared pewter belatedly, giving himself the tense strength of a Mistborn about to attack. But, there was nobody beside him. He froze, wondering if hed been imagining things. And then, burning tin and squinting in the darkness of the ashen night, he finally saw it. A creature of mist.

  It wasnt really composed of mist. Rather, it was outlined in mist. The random shiftings suggested its figure, which was roughly that of a man. Elend had seen this creature twice before. The first time, it had appeared to him in the wilderness of the Northern Dominance.