James Wyatt - Dragon forge

Three drops of blood mark the passing of the Time Between. The three dragons are joined together in the blood, and the blood contains the power of creation. One drop is shed where the Dragon Above pierces the Dragon Below, the Eye stabs at the Heart. Blood joins them, and so begins the Time Between. One drop unites Eberron with the Dragon Below. Blood is drawn from a serpent binding the spawn of Khyber and the fiend that is bound. Bound they remain, but their power flows forth in the blood. One drop unites Eberron with the Dragon Above. The touch of Siberyss hand passes from flesh to stone, held within the drop of Eberrons blood. The Time Between begins with blood and ends in blood. Blood is its harbinger, and blood flows in its passing.

General Jad Yeven strode into Kelass study and stood at attention, waiting for his superiors acknowledgment. His eyes scanned the familiar room-the large oak desk with its sheaves of parchment, the bare plaster wall behind. Nothing was out of place.

Take off that face, Kelas snapped. I hate talking to dead people.

Yevens face changed-its distinctive nose smaller and hair growing out of the generals severe military cut. The changeling stood a little less erect.

What face would you prefer? he asked.

Haunderk.

The changeling sighed. He preferred changing in front of a mirror, especially for Haunderk. He wanted every freckle in place, the eyes just the right shade of amber. Those details could come later, though-as far as Kelas cared, the tousled sandy hair, pasty white skin, and light brownish eyes were enough. The generals bulky muscles melted into a wiry frame, and he compounded his slouch by losing a handbreadth of height. Haunderk took shape, and he found himself wrapped in the comfort of a familiar body and personality. The generals austere military uniform began to chafe.

Thats better, Kelas said, smiling. Theres the spy I trained.

Forcing his face into a smile was far easier than changing his entire appearance.

Kelas stretched, resting his feet on his desk and his hands behind his head. Have a seat, Haunderk.

Haunderk sat straight in the wooden chair across the desk from Kelas. The desk was almost bare-dark, polished wood, with only a single sheaf of papers off to one side. What had Kelas been doing when he entered?

I have learned nothing of Gavens whereabouts, Kelas said. You dont have any news?

Nothing. The last time I saw him, I expected him to either die or become a god. Detachment, he reminded himself-Haunderks face made it easier. Emotion would cause trouble. Suffering. Report the facts.

Kelas scoffed. And he lacked the sense to do either. Haunderk couldnt decide whether he agreed or not, so he said nothing.

What about the woman?

Rienne.

Yes. She didnt say anything about plans, goals? Dreams?

Haunderk cast his memory back over the time hed spent with Rienne, from Stormhome to the battlefield at Starcrag Plain. What stood out in his memory was not anything shed said, but her kindness to him, her acceptance-even once she knew he was a changeling. He realized that he didnt want Kelas to find her, then chastised himself for letting his emotions interfere with his work.

He decided on a straightforward, honest answer. At the time, they were both very focused on immediate concerns.

If I had any idea of the extent of Gavens understanding of the Prophecy, I would have given you different orders.

No, Haunderk said. It was important to bring the general to you at the moment of his defeat. If hed had time to repair his ego, he would never have cooperated with you.

A question tugged at the corner of his mind. Would he have been able to betray Gaven if Kelas had ordered it?

He stifled the question. He was a professional. He would do what he was ordered.

And how is General irBrassek now?

Haldren is firmly in our camp. Hes still driven by ambition, but he knows the best way to achieve what he desires is to work with us. Detachment, again.

Good. The queen still wants his head-and Yevens, for that matter.

She needs someone to hang, to appease the Thranes, Haunderk said.

And to show that shes still in control. If the other nations see Aundairs army acting without her command, it will seem as though we have already seized control.

That army took heavy losses at Starcrag Plain.

Kelas nodded. The Thranes did as well, or they might already have retaliated.

I wonder what makes Aurala angrier-the army acting without her command, or its failure.

Its not a bad situation for her. The renegade generals let her deny any responsibility for what happened. If theyd succeeded, she could have claimed credit. With their failure, she doesnt have to take the blame. Although shed be happier if she could bring the generals forward and punish them publicly.

Too bad I didnt bring Yeven in alive. And we still need Haldrens help. Haunderk was cold-hearted, efficient.

Kelas ran his fingers through his short black hair. I think its time for General Yeven to meet another untimely end, he said.

Easy enough for a man already dead. Just a question of how to do it. A trial and execution? Or an arrest gone awry? No regret.

We dont need to stage it. Ill report that our agents located him, he put up a fight, and we were forced to kill him. Weve kept his body preserved, so well wheel that out and the queen will have a renegade general.

And the illusion of control. It was a good plan, but for some reason it made Haunderk sad. Its done, then, unless theres anything else the general needs to do before his demise.

Kelas put his feet back on the floor and leaned forward on his desk.

No, he has served his purpose.

Haunderk felt his pulse start to quicken, and he took a slow breath to calm it. Keeping his voice steady, he said, You have another mission for me?

Its time to put the next stage in motion.

Haunderks hands went cold. Striking west. Youve found a pretext?

Thats your mission. I received a report this morning that something is brewing in the Demon Wastes. One of the chieftains of the Carrion Tribes is emerging as a sort of warlord. Hes conquering nearby tribes and uniting them under his banner.

Uniting them? The Carrion Tribes? Haunderk found that hard to believe. The tribes were constantly warring with each other. Many of the tribes leaders had the blood of demons running through their veins, and the tribes lived by violence-mindless slaughter, more to the point.

Apparently so. Clearly, this is an exceptional chieftain. We dont know much about him, or what he hopes to accomplish. Most likely, hes just looking for status and power in the Wastes. He might think to strike against the orcs of the Labyrinth.

The orcs were the only common enemy the Carrion Tribes shared. Haunderk saw where Kelas was heading. But if we can make him strike farther east

If he attacks the Eldeen Reaches, well have the pretext we need. An attack on the Reaches is a threat to Aundairs western border. Queen Aurala will be justified in sending troops into the Reaches to ensure the safety of our borders.

And my mission?

Go to the Demon Wastes. Find this warlord. Help him see beyond the Labyrinth. Goad him into attacking the Reaches.

Haunderk sat back in his chair, drawing another slow breath. The success of this mission was crucial to Kelass plans. But Haunderks survival was by no means a prerequisite for success. All his work required was that he let this warlord learn he was a spy from the Eldeen Reaches. And the most likely way for him to obtain an audience with the warlord was to be captured-and recite his lines under torture.

Then die.

He kept his face impassive. Is there anything else? Kelas smiled. It was a smile that had won over many enemies, softened much hostility. Haunderk felt nauseated.