Infinity Blade 01- Awakening

might happen if he actually killed the God King. He hadn’t dared hope, but he had allowed himself those dreams. He’d imagined triumph, celebrations. He’d imagined exulting in his victory. Oddly, he didn’t feel exultant. Instead, he just felt free .
    Being the Sacrifice had dominated everything he’d ever done. But that was done with. Finally . Finally he could figure out who he was—the person he could be when he didn’t have this terrible duty weighing him down. He hesitated, then fished a small woodbound book out of his pocket. His mother had given it to him and told him to record his thoughts each night as he traveled to the God King’s castle.
    His mother and he were among the few in the town who could read. The Sacrifice had to be literate. Siris wasn’t certain why—it was merely tradition. He hadn’t considered it an arduous requirement; reading and writing had come easily to him.
    The logbook was empty. Siris had never written in it, and felt foolish for ignoring his mother’s suggestion. He hadn’t been able to force himself to do it. He’d been marching to his death, determined to avenge his fathers who had fallen to the God King’s blade. Not by killing the creature, but by fighting him, by proving that—despite what he may think—the world was not completely his.
    Siris’s mother had included a charcoal pencil with the book. Siris raised it and turned to the first page. There, in bold letters, he wrote one sentence.
    I
hate
fenweed soup.
    The door opened, and Siris turned to face the town’s elders. Master Renn stood at their forefront, a short, bald man with a round face and red ceremonial robes now faded with age. “Siris,” Master Renn said. “We were wondering . . . what it is you intend to do next.”
    Siris thought for a moment. “I intend to visit my mother,” he said. “I’d assumed she’d be in the town, as it’s midday. I should have gone to her hut first.” She lived outside of the main cavern, in the open air.
    “Yes, yes,” Master Renn said. “But after that . . . ?”
    “I’ve given that a lot of thought, master,” Siris said, tucking away the book. “And . . . well, I’ve come to a decision.”
    “Yes?”
    “I’m going swimming.”
    Master Renn blinked in surprise, then turned to the other elders.
    “After that,” Siris continued, “I’m going to eat an everberry pie. Do you realize I’ve never tasted everberry pie? I was always on too strict a diet to eat the pies during feasts. A warrior cannot afford such frivolity.” He rubbed his chin. “Everyone says everberry is the best type of pie.”
    I hope I like it, he thought. I’d hate to have spent all of these years envying everyone else for nothing.
    “Siris,” Master Renn said, stepping closer. His eyes flickered toward the corner of the small room, where Siris’s armor lay piled, bundled inside his cloak—which doubled as a pack. The Infinity Blade rested against the pile. “Did you really do it? You didn’t . . . just sneak in and steal his sword, did you?”
    “What?” Siris said. “Of course not!”
    The fight flashed in his mind. Sword against sword. The God King’s voice, commanding, dismissive—yet surprisingly honest. It had been an unexpectedly honorable dual, after the ancient ideal.
    “And the others?” Master Renn asked. “The other six members of the Pantheon? You killed their king. Did you face the others?”
    “I dueled some captives in the dungeon,” Siris said. “I think they might have been important, but they didn’t look like members of the Pantheon. I didn’t recognize them, at least.”
    Master Renn glanced at the other elders. They began shuffling, uncomfortable.
    “What?” Siris demanded.
    “Siris,” Master Renn said, “you can’t stay here.”
    “What? Why not!”
    “They’ll come hunting you, son,” Master Renn said. “They’ll come hunting for that .” He looked toward the sword again.
    “All Deathless covet the Infinity Blade,” Master Hanna said from behind Renn. “Everyone knows that.”
    “They’ll be angry,” Master Hord said. “Angry at you, for what you’ve done.”
    “We can’t let you remain in the town,” Master Renn said. “For the good of us all, you have to go, Siris.”
    “You’re exiling me?” Siris said. “Hell take me . . . I saved you. I saved all of you!”
    “We appreciate that,” Master Renn said.
    Several of the others didn’t look like they agreed. Just a week before,