Horsemen of Old by Krishnarjun Bhattacharya

Author:Krishnarjun Bhattacharya [Bhattacharya, Krishnarjun]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9788175994096
Publisher: Fingerprint! Publishing
Published: 2017-10-05T04:00:00+00:00

14

The first snowflake came out of nowhere. Gray watched it come down slowly, a little white ball of cotton that preferred falling to floating. His hand went up without his knowing and he took the snowflake in his palm. Cold. It was water now. He looked up, and saw the others falling.

‘So this is snow,’ he said, mostly to himself.

Zabrielle watched him with a smile. ‘The first time you are seeing snow?’

‘Yes,’ Gray said, gazing up at the red sky. ‘Always heard stories about the sky once being blue, about snow falling in the west and the north.’

‘Then you have not seen the sea?’

‘No. Seen photographs, though.’

‘Nothing can compare to the real sight, the smell,’ Zabrielle said. ‘One envies you.’

Maya looked at the snow as a good sign. It did mystify her for moments, but she was over it immediately. The snow meant they were near Frozen Bombay—they had spent days on the trail, and they needed to reach the city as soon as possible. The encounter with the Soul Hunters had left them jarred, however nonchalant even Maya pretended to be. They were vulnerable, and it seemed Victor Sen had an immense amount of resources at his disposal.

‘How the hell can Victor afford all these assassins?’ Gray had asked once, frustrated.

His question was relevant. Maya had wondered about this, but there were far too many secrets to Victor. The man had woven an aura of mystery around him similar to that around the Horseman—no one really knew his weaknesses, not the Gunsmith in his dying moments, not his own son in battle. Perhaps Victor Sen had prepared for this, perhaps he had savings—he seemed crazy enough to save for the Apocalypse. Or maybe he had stumbled upon vast treasures in his adventures. It was impossible to draw any concrete conclusions, and Maya did not want to discuss anything with anyone. There was a restlessness in her, something she grudgingly liked. It gave her the feeling of being alive, even if it caused her to withdraw from everyone and everything else.

As the days passed, she had only grown more sullen and withdrawn. Gray was still not talking to her, and Zabrielle being Zabrielle, she gave Maya her space, something Maya realised she appreciated. Fayne was in no condition to talk, but Maya felt he had grown distant since she had made her accusations. No, she walked amongst strangers, and apart from her magic, she really had nothing else.

Maya had been giving the magic practice. She practiced as she walked and before she slept—she had taken to walking apart and sleeping a little distance away from the rest of the group—she let the magic flow through her and do as it pleased. Sometimes she would lift small rocks from afar, sometimes she would create fire again. The dragon swept around her all the time, ready for her call. Its scales, in her mind’s eye, had grown darker. They were not a bright purple anymore.

As the nights got colder, Maya often called upon the magic to take away the cold from her body.

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