Page 93 of Kingdom of Tomorrow
No, he hadn’t discovered what I’d done with the transmitter. Otherwise, I’d be in chains right now. “I can handle anything but more lies.” I forced myself to breeze past the admission about Cyrus.
The king waved to the throne. “Astan is a god and Soal’s greatest enemy. As Victors mentioned, the two are at war.”
Anger returned redoubled and wove between the fibers of my surprise. After all the deception and denials, the king had just admitted it. Just like that. As if I hadn’t spent my entire life scoffing at anyone who voiced such preposterous ideas.
“Ordinary people are ostracized for making such an outrageous claim,” I ground out.
“A necessary evil for the good of the world.”
“There’s no such thing as a necessary evil.”
He frowned, as if disappointed in my inability to see beyond myself. “You speak of what you do not understand, Miss Roosa.”
“Everyone is fond of saying that, but no one is willing to explain.” I was just furious enough to push, even if it got me into trouble. “There are some who’ve claimed Soal is the cure to Madness.”
He compressed his lips. “Ah, yes. I’ve heard the same. I assure you, they lie.”
I wasn’t so sure anymore. Didn’t know what to believe.
Maybe he read my uncertainty. “The eating of the stone and the drinking of the sap is what births glowers.”
I swallowed a humorless laugh. Well, well. Another fact Shiloh had gotten right. According to the reports he’d provided, glowers bore no trace of the Madness as we knew it. “To eat and drink of the Rock, they must crack into it. An impossibility, I thought.”
“It is and it isn’t. Only glowers can do it. We have yet to replicate their method.” The king strode forward. “Once, Astan ruled Theirland with his wife, Briar. I’m sure you’ve noticed the statues sprinkled around the compound. They represent the most trusted members of their council before Soal decimated the entire realm, forcing them into hiding and hibernation. Astan says a time is coming when the old gods will awaken and the final battle will erupt. That’s why Soal has inserted himself into our society. He hopes to build an army and slaughter the rest of us.”
I balled my hands into fists. Yet another suspicion of Shiloh’s confirmed. While I knew little about Soal, I now comprehended an appalling fact. From the beginning, his Soalians had spoken the truth about the gods and their war. And they were punished for it.
Needing a moment, I asked the first question to pop into my head. “What is that dinosaur hybrid thing?”
“That is Bala, Astan’s beloved pet and the namesake of our military base.” The king braced his arms behind his back. “The Madness comes from Soal. It is his favorite means of eradication. His way of weakening a world before striking. Astan has the antidote, and it has the capacity to immortalize even the most average of citizens. Currently that antidote is too powerful for humans and requires modifications we haven’t yet mastered.”
I wondered if Soal would tell a different story. Actually, no. I didn’t wonder. He would. According to Shiloh, a confirmed Soalian, the Madness was spread byCured. If he was right ...
The king watched me, gauging every nuance of my expression. “You’ve met Soal, I take it.”
“No.” I hadn’t, and that was the honest-to-goodness truth ... but suddenly I wanted to. Needed to.
“You will. Soon. He’s targeted you for a reason.”
I flattened a hand over my fluttering stomach. “I don’t know why.”
“I have my suspicions,” he muttered.
“Well, please enlighten the rest of the class.”
But he didn’t. “I’ve read firsthand accounts of the violent massacres Soal committed here, and they are chilling.” He exhaled with gusto. “A great war is coming to Ourland, Arden, whether we’re ready or not. A final showdown between Astan and Soal, and we will play a part. Our people must unite if we’re to survive it.”
A war between gods, with people as casualties. HowdareCuredconceal such vital information.
The king wasn’t done. “We don’t understand the mechanics, but Soal’s work in Ourland is limited to the Rock. He can only access us and our world through the stone, which is why he raises up glowers and mindless feeders. The two may be at odds, but each serves a purpose. We do whatever is necessary to ensure people pay Soal no heed. There’s no being worse than Soal. We either help Astan defeat him and his armies, or we die in agony.”
He believed what he was saying, his conviction undeniable. I wanted to believe him, too, but I also comprehended his certainty didn’t make him right. Should I trust Soal, though?
Each side claimed the same about the other, and they couldn’t both be correct.
“You shouldn’t suppress this,” I said. “People deserve the truth.”
“The masses cannot handle stories of gods and an eternal war. How many will believe Soal’s lies and flock to the Rock, risking infection? How many more will break? How many will die at their hands?” He heaved a sigh. “Consider all I’ve told you. My son and I don’t always get along, but I love him, and I don’t want you putting him at risk.”
