The ice on the ground created a blanket of glass that broke and splintered as they stepped over it. Parysatis led the way, sure-footed after years of hiking these treacherous trails. Gur-Rai followed, almost as confident but with the dexterity of a child taking their first steps. He watched the girl in front of him with silent curiosity as she raised her arm and let Tyche land.

"How much hunting do you get done with her?" Gur-Rai finally broke the silence. "Tyche's a sweet old girl, but it seems like a bow or a rifle would be faster."

"I catch as much as Aisha can in a day." Parysatis said without looking back at him. "And that is what got me my seat at the left hand of the Khatun. She saw that I have many skills, not just good aim."

"What exactly is your job for her?" Gur-Rai's arms shot out as he slid backward on icy ground, and he barely managed to steady himself.

"I am her eyes across the steppe." Parysatis said softly. "The Khatun cannot be in all places at once. But with Tyche's wings, I can see the edges of our kingdom and the crevices under rocks."

"She's got good eyes." Gur-Rai noted.

"As she should. I see through those eyes" Parysatis stopped and turned to him. "We shall start simply. You need to learn how to call your eagle."

"Can I text instead?" Gur-Rai chuckled at his own joke.

Parysatis did not laugh with him. "Your eagle is not a machine, you can't just plug a code into it and make it obey. You need to learn to speak to it in ways it understands the way it respects." She pointed down into the ravine beside them. "Go down there about 200 yards, and face me."

Gur-Rai silently complied, looking back at Parysatis only once. She was watching him closely, and he saw the purple glow of her eyes in the low morning light. She was beautiful, but in a reserved kind of way. The type of girl to admire from afar, to wonder about briefly, and then to never to see again.

He finally stopped where she told him and turned to face her. She held out her other arm, and he mimicked her with his. From far away, he saw her stroke her eagle's head softly, and then the glow of her eyes disappeared as she closed them.

Tyche leapt off Parysatis' arm and came swooping down the ravine, her caw echoing in the high hills only once. Gur-Rai flinched a bit as she came close, but forced his arm to stay steady enough for her to land.

And land she did, digging her claws into his sleeve, and he was happy he'd worn his armor for this. She ruffled her feathers and adjusted herself, and he saw the eagle's eyes were glowing purple, like Parysatis' had been.

Gur-Rai blinked, then reached out and gently patted the eagle on the head. "Good girl." He said softly.

The glow faded from Tyche's eyes, and he looked back up the hill to where Parysatis stood, her white hair blowing in the brisk wind. She held out her arm and made a noise like the coo of a pigeon and the screech of a fox all at once, and Tyche leapt from Gur-Rai's arm and soared back up to her mistress.

He lowered his arm slightly, and saw that she had not closed her eyes this time. Tyche's dark eyes remained so as Parysatis looked out towards where Gur-Rai stood, as though she were waiting for him.

He took a deep breath, thankful his siblings weren't watching this, and pursed his lips, replicating the coo-screech he heard Parysatis make. For a moment, the eagle did nothing, so he tried again, and again, and again.

Tyche leapt from Parysatis' arm again, and this time Gur-Rai knew to brace himself. He caught Tyche, letting her stabilize herself in his grasp, and when she finally did, he patted her head.

"There's a good girl." He said as he looked back up to Parysatis. She nodded to him slowly, gesturing for him to come back up the hill.

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Senuna shifted her weight onto her left foot and crossed her arms, looking up at Drakaina as the Khatun stared into her glass of vodka.

"Have you been pleased with what you see?" Drakaina asked. "My ancestor built this city, and his son, Ögedei Khan, fortified its walls. It has stood against all odds, even those from off-world

Senuna bobbed her head. "It's impressive what you've done here, I'll admit that."

That made Drakaina look up, curiosity in her eyes. "Impressive…is that all?"

"I haven't seen more than the city." Senuna said. "And you told me you have much more territory than that."

"The rest of it lies in villages and Elerium mines." Drakaina added quickly. "They are relatively scattered, due to their natural geographic location."

"Fair enough." Senuna still refused to sit, instead shifting back onto her right foot and putting a hand on her hip. "But I assume this means they get your protection, such as it were?"

"Of course." Drakaina stood up, tipping her glass back and draining the remainder of it. "Until their children can be trained to fight for us, we send our own to protect them. They repay us by sending their warriors when they are grown, who then fight to defend us."

Senuna bit her lip. "Do those kids get a choice?"

"They all choose to serve us." Drakaina said curtly. "I give them food, shelter and protection. In return, they give me their sword arms."

"And I thought I was a shitty boss~" Senuna chuckled.

Drakaina glared at Senuna. "I care for each of my warriors as a mother cares for her children. Do not accuse me of being callous."

"I'm a mother too…" Senuna hesitated before she uttered the last word. "…Well in any case, far be it from me to tell you how to do your job. But all my soldiers go onto the field having chosen to carry a gun."

"Is that why you sought help?" Drakaina retorted.

"You called me here, remember?" Senuna giggled. "I sought their help because, the Reapers, Skirmishers, Templars, and us? We have a common goal."

Drakaina moved back up to where her throne stood, but didn't lower herself, instead opting to just stand in front of it. "I am not here to debate ideologies with you. The last raid was very successful, but the rewards were minuscule compared to what we require."

"Okay." Senuna raised a brow. "And that is what, exactly?"

"There is a small outpost just south of Bürd, where we believe ADVENT is looking to build yet another city center. The people there have set up a small village and are receiving supplies. They are guarded by hybrids in armor."

"Oh how scary!" Senuna chuckled. "This almost sounds like one of our havens, and ADVENT attacks those all the time. This should be easy."

"Should be." Drakaina said. "It never is. I would like to borrow two of your Chosen this time."

"I knew you'd take a liking to them." Senuna giggled. "Konnie, again?"

"Her and her brother, the sniper. He can set up with my archers and offer range support." Drakaina hesitated. "Commander, how much do you know about her?"

"Who? Kon-Mai?" She sighed. "I didn't have access to her files when I was plugged in, if that's what you're asking. ADVENT had me thinking I was still back home, fighting aliens and taking numbers."

Drakaina sat down and leaned against the armrest of her throne. One of the skulls shifted under the pressure. "I thought you were used to manage all of ADVENT's network."

"I was." Senuna bobbed her head. "But it's…like a dream. Someone could call a file up from my brain, and in my sleep I could interpret that information as something completely different."

"So you knew nothing about the Chosen?"

"I didn't say that." Senuna stopped, then looked away. "I heard her speak to me a couple times, but I interpreted her voice as something else. Someone else. They were always connected to someone I knew once. Dhar-Mon…well. His voice is pretty distinct. But Konnie, not entirely sure what I saw for her." Senuna admitted. "The first time I really saw her was when she carried away Mox to one of ADVENT's torture facilities."

"So they do still participate in abductions." Drakaina nodded. "That is valuable information."

"Have you lost many to that method?" Senuna asked.

"No." Drakaina picked up her empty glass and held it up, the light refracting through broken crystals. "…Only one."

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"Mai!"

At first, Kon-Mai didn't even realize someone was calling her, until she heard footsteps directly behind her. She turned, and then slowed her brisk trek, allowing Aisha to catch up to her.

"Mai?" She raised a hairless brow.

"Yes, sorry. It…slipped out." Aisha bowed. "Kon-Mai. I wanted to check on you; are you doing alright after that lesson?"

"I am fine." Kon-Mai said curtly, turning away.

"You seemed really distracted after that first demonstration." Aisha continued.

"Perhaps I was. But it should not concern you." Kon-Mai scoffed. "I simply need a place to rest. Clear my head."

"Oh. Why didn't you say so?" Aisha chuckled. "I know a place actually. Come on."

Kon-Mai watched Aisha take up a long stride in front of her, leading her westward toward where the sun was setting. She hesitated, but then the woman turned back and waved her to follow. In the low light, the gentle embroidery along her hijab glowed a soft blue.

Kon-Mai followed her silently, the smaller woman keeping up a fast pace that Kon-Mai kept time with easily. Once outside of the city, she looked back once toward the blue glow, and the barren land around it.

"Do you not farm here?" Kon-Mai asked. "The only vegetation I see is the animal feed…"

Aisha shook her head. "As much as I would like to–I much prefer vegetables to meat, if I'm honest with you–it seems edible plants don't take well to this soil anymore."

"Anymore?"

"I heard they used to." Aisha elaborated. "When my parents were fleeing ADVENT they briefly settled down around here, near Khorgo, and there was some arable land there." She hummed a bit. "Sometimes I think about going back there and seeing if anything is left but…I have my new family here. As much as I want to look back."

Kon-Mai remained silent, musing on this for a moment. "If you did go back…" She finally said. "What would you hope to find?"

Aisha didn't answer her, and Kon-Mai abandoned the question when she looked around at the line of trees they suddenly stepped into. Larch trees with thick, needled branches reached out, covering the pale sky in a curtain of green.

"What is this place?"

"I come here to pray." Aisha said. "The other warriors, they don't mean to be rude, but they don't really understand why I still practice. I come here so they won't hound me for answers when all I want is a spiritual connection."

"I can appreciate that." Kon-Mai chuckled. "I often find my brothers in particular like to bother me when I am trying to meditate."

Aisha chuckled. "I'm curious, your eldest brother seemed like he was at least interested in religion, but what exactly does ADVENT practice?"

"Practice…is a strong word. I suppose the religion of ADVENT centered around the Elders, and thus any customs were woven into their government."

"But what else?" Aisha kept prying. "What do they teach you about how the universe works? Where do you think people go when they die?"

Kon-Mai thought for a moment, trying to recall old teachings from almost a decade ago. "They never told us."

"Never told you?"

"No. They never taught us of an afterlife. They only said there was the void, and if we failed them, they would throw us into nonexistence."

Aisha stopped walking briefly at that, faltering in her steps as she looked up in surprise. "Oh…like Buddhism? Was there rebirth?"

Kon-Mai shook her head. "If there was, it was not attainable for us."

"So you…would just die?" Aisha blinked. "That's…terrifying. I'm sorry."

"The idea of nonexistence never troubled me until I was staring it in the face." Kon-Mai retorted. "And even then I would have chosen that over what my parents would do to me for failure."

"And what would they do?" Aisha kept prying.

Kon-Mai's silence served as an answer, and the two came to a silent stop in a small clearing, where the trees formed a small circle.

Aisha settled down on her knees, facing Southwest, and Kon-Mai settled into her meditation pose beside her. Instead of closing her eyes, though, she watched Aisha instead, observing as she bowed, touching her head to the ground. Something tugged at the strings of her heart as she witnessed it, and soon she too closed her eyes.

They held that silent vigil until the sunlight fully faded, and the dim glow of orange clouds was the only light remaining. Surprisingly, it was Kon-Mai who broke the silence. As she heard Aisha get back to her feet, she asked "How does the Khatun feel about you practicing still?"

"The Khatun doesn't mind." Aisha shrugged. "Generally all her warriors are allowed to practice any religion they want. Many adopt Shamanic beliefs because, well, that's the majority and it's just easier."

Kon-Mai followed her demonstration and stood. "And you did not adopt them as well?"

"That's a long story, but no, I kept my own faith." Aisha chuckled. "When I first came to Karakorum, I had a really rough time assimilating. It may sound counterintuitive but keeping to the traditions I was raised with helped me during that time."

"This was after your parents…" Kon-Mai trailed off.

"Yes. I don't remember the event really well. My clearest memory is after it was all over, and I was on a black horse, and Monkh…" Aisha broke off again, her voice shaking as she said "M-Monkh was carrying me."

"Monkh?" Kon-Mai asked, suddenly blinking as though something was in her eye. Her temple stung for just a moment, and a shiver went up her back, all in such quick succession she herself hardly noticed it. "Who is Monkh?"

Aisha took a few steps, and then leaned back against one of the trees so she faced Kon-Mai. "She was the Jinong before me." She said. "I might have mentioned we were close but…it was more than that."

"More in what way?"

"She was almost grown up when they found me, and I was really young, extremely young. I had such a hard time adjusting to Karakorum, new people and language and food and it was all so overwhelming, I threw fits, I lashed out, and nobody would take me in, not even those who knew me." She crossed her arms over herself. "Nobody but Monkh."

"She adopted you?"

"She was more like a big sister than a mom." Aisha admitted. "But…yes. She took care of me. She encouraged me to keep praying because praying helped calm me. She never forced me to, she wasn't Muslim herself but…she always said it was important to remember the roots, especially those that gave me nourishment. She arranged for my meals to be caught, she sewed all my clothes and beaded my jewelry with her own two hands, and she taught me riding and archery and sword fighting. Nobody else believed in me. Monkh…Monkh believed in me."

Kon-Mai swallowed, and realized she was holding back tears. "Her loss must have been very hard."

Aisha nodded. "I regret so much from my childhood, but I most regret how much I took her for granted. I didn't realize how precious life was until…" Aisha bit her lip, and when she spoke again, her voice cracked. "I'm sorry."

Kon-Mai took a step toward the young woman, holding out a hand but hesitating to touch her. "I…I know how it feels to lose someone you loved, without ever being able to tell them goodbye, or how much they meant to you. It is a pain that sent me spiraling, I cannot imagine experiencing it as a child."

Aisha stepped forward and grasped Kon-Mai's hand, squeezing it. "Thank you…" Tears were streaming down her face now. "I just wish I could have thanked her."

"Perhaps you still can." Kon-Mai said. "If I have earned another chance, perhaps you will too."

Aisha shook her head. "It's a silly thing to hope for. And yet, I still do."

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The inside of the mine was not dark, but lit up in a rainbow of soft, glowing light. Dhar-Mon closed his eyes and felt the familiar hum of Elerium crystal radiating off his skin. Like a babe being swaddled, he felt comfort in this early memory.

Then he opened his eyes and composed himself, looking around at the miners around him. Most only payed him a few glances before squaring up their shoulders and returning to their work, running wheelbarrows full of sediment out and in and dumping them onto an assembly line, where more workers, smudged in dirt, sifted through the sediment and broke open geodes to get at the crystals inside.

He approached one of the miners, and they turned and gasped, startling backward and scrambling away, yelling something in Mongolian or…maybe Kazakh? He could not tell. Dhar-Mon only raised his hands in response, trying to demonstrate he was not there to hurt them.

Luckily, one of the others, an old man who looked as though he had seen years in the mine, seemed to understand, and stepped forward. Dhar-Mon slowly lowered his hands, and bowed low to the person who was by all means his elder.

The old man smiled a toothless grin. "Sain uu, khüü mini!" The man chuckled, and upon realizing that Dhar-Mon didn't understand him, broke into a sympathetic laugh. Dhar-Mon smiled awkwardly, looking around at the other miners that were still watching his hesitantly.

The old man beckoned Dhar-Mon over to the assembly line, where the others continued to sift through the silt and dirt, removing the Elerium from its earthen shell. He watched in curiosity as it was then sent down the line to be washed and sprayed, the dirt splashing over a young woman's face as she cleaned the glass-like rock.

"This is difficult work." Dhar-Mon said. "I sincerely hope the Khatun rewards you well."

The man either didn't hear him or didn't understand him as he led Dhar-Mon farther along down the line, where the clean Elerium was taken into mortars and pestles and ground into shining, powdery dust. Each time the pestle struck the glowing rock, sparks would bounce away, and Dhar-Mon would flinch.

The glowing dust, pulsating with irradiated energy, traveled along the conveyor line to the end, where two others began re-mixing it with a soft, white powder, almost resembling dry clay. Their careful hands mixed the sparkling Elerium with this clay, before it was shoved off the table into a vat of liquid that began to boil. Dhar-Mon was at first nervous about this unknown reaction, until he saw the fire burning under the vat.

"They are stabilizing the Elerium. To keep it from degrading." He rubbed his chin. "Fascinating. It seems to dampen the raw energy available but…" It made sense, if they were using it in things like jewelry, they didn't really need the Elerium to pack that much of a punch.

The old man patted Dhar-Mon on the arm, chuckling as he returned to his post, leaving Dhar-Mon to either stay or go. The Hieromonk wandered around the vat for a few moments, watching as the water boiled away, leaving a paste of glowing blue rock that settled heavily in the bottom of the cauldron. The mix was not perfect, but he figured it would be further distilled and refined and sure enough, a thin looking lad came over, dragging a wheelbarrow and stopping only to reach in and scoop the rock-paste into the wheelbarrow.

Dhar-Mon raised a brow as he saw that the boy, who looked no older than a teenager, was not wearing cloves around this hot metal. And with that exhausted look in his eyes, that was absolutely asking for trouble. Dhar-Mon reached out, and the boy startled a bit, but looked up at Dhar-Mon almost like he was in a trance. Dhar-Mon did not have to pull hard to get the spade away from him, and he rolled up his sleeves and began doing the boy's assigned work for him.

"I have many more scars than you." Dhar-Mon said. "And I would like that to remain the truth."

He wasn't sure that the boy understood him, but he did begin tearing up. Once the wheelbarrow was full, Dhar-Mon took hold of it himself and pushed it along, the boy leading him to where it needed to go.

They approached the yawning mouth of the mine, and inside he heard pickaxes ringing against stone, and felt the pulsing radiation from the barely exposed rock. He stopped for a moment, gazing down into the black mouth that continued on seemingly forever…

A scream echoed from down the tunnel, and for a moment all the miners stopped, but when Dhar-Mon dropped the wheelbarrow and began to run toward the noise, the boy stopped him, crying out in Mongolian and shaking his head quickly.

"Someone could be hurt!" Dhar-Mon insisted. "I must help them!"

"No!" Was all the boy said, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "No. No. No."

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Pratal Mox stared out at the sun setting over the icy mountains and yellow grass, where the horses stood and picked out what little bits of vegetation they could pull from the ground, and he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"You aren't going to be able to sleep until you face this." His wife said, moving her hand from his shoulder down around his waist.

"I am naively hoping it will not need facing." He said. "Vox Prima…I mean. Kon-Mai has not shown much interest in her past, and I am hoping we can leave this place before it shows interest in her."

"Even so. She has a right to know. And you have the power to tell her." Elena moved to stand beside him. "Look at how much good it's done Gur-Rai to have old friends and new friends again."

"Gur-Rai is…" Mox twiddled his thumbs. "He is different. His memories were not completely overwritten by Camazotz, he remembers things the others don't."

"And maybe Kon-Mai remembers too." Elena crossed her arms. "Or at the very least, I think someone in this camp does."

Mox sighed. "That is what I fear. What if they tell her?"

"Tell her yourself." She took his hand. "You've taken hold of your own fate time and time again, my love."

"I know, and I'm tired." Mox sighed. "It is not just my fate anymore. How do I tell Kon-Mai that I was the ferryman who led her to hell?"

Summary: The chapter begins with Gur-Rai and Parysatis going out to open field so Gur-Rai can train to become an eagle hunter. As it's his first lesson, Parysatis starts him off by just teaching him how to land the eagle on his arm, which he does with some difficulty. Back at Karakorum, Drakaina is meeting with Senuna to talk about the next mission, and Senuna briefly chastises Drakaina on her leadership methods.

After the training, Aisha catches up with Kon-Mai and invites her to a secluded spot, where she likes to pray. She tells Kon-Mai that her devotion stems from her parental figure, Monkh, encouraging her to maintain that which connected her to her happiness. Aisha also clarifies that Monkh was the previous Jinong before her, and that one of her earliest memories is waking up in her arms.

Down in the Elerium mines, Dhar-Mon meets several of the miners, who are all diligently working on mining Elerium to be used recreationally and in warfare. One old man shows Dhar-Mon around, and he sees the process by which Elerium is stabilized. While helping a young boy bring the processed sludge in for refining, Dhar-Mon hears a scream from deeper in the mine.

In Karakorum, Pratal Mox reflects on how much he knows about Kon-Mai's past. Elena encourages him to tell her, but he hesitates.

(Hello everyone, I'm so sorry I kept you all waiting, and thank you to the people who keep leaving reviews reminding me of his. I haven't forgotten my precious Chosen, life has just been tough recently but your support literally means the world to me. February just completely kicked my ass, starting with my cat passing away and ending with a slew of health problems that have left me pretty much out of commission until now. I'm not 100% better yet, but I am recovering and recovered enough to get this to you. I have NOT given up on the shark babies, and I'm still in this for the long haul!

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