Kaladin Stormblessed INSPIRED BY BRANDON SANDERSON’S STORMLIGHT ARCHIVE
*this my own little ‘chapter’ I’ve been working on and it is meant to fit in to a much larger series called the Stormlight Archive by Brandon Sanderson. If you guys haven’t read his books I suggest you go check him out, he is by far my favorite fantasy writer.
Things you may need to know:
- Kaladin was a soldier who won a Shardblade in a war; he was betrayed by his captain who took the sword for himself and sold Kaladin into slavery
- Now he works as King Elhokar Kholin’s guard after he and his slave crew saved the king’s life
- Sylphrena ‘Syl’ is a small fairy called ‘spren’ that he has bonded with, giving him the powers of changing the direction of gravity and therefore allowing him to fly
- Syl, doesn’t know much about humans as she comes from a different world,
- Syl, can also transform into objects at Kaladin’s will
- Kaladin’s powers are also run on stormlight, an unexplainable light which is found in the currency the people use
- He is able to change the direction of gravity for him, other objects and – with enough concentration – other people
- Shardblades are near-unbreakable swords that are very rare and only royalty or high-ranking soldiers are thought to be worthy of one
- The prejudice in this world is that of eye colour: lighteyes are more superior and darkeyes are inferior
- Kaladin is a darkeyes but was well respected because he was trained to be a surgeon by his father before a war
Kaladin soared. The wind whipping against his face, body shooting towards shash, the blazing first sun of Roshar. His king’s guard uniform flapped about wanting to rip away from his body. He felt stormlight coursing through his body as if he was using it for the first time. The Shattered Plains looked dry and torrid, a storm must have passed a while ago. But Kaladin didn’t care, he was flying again. Finally.
“Your happy,” Syl said. The spren taking the form of a pretty girl barely the size of his finger. Her silvery hair and simple dress flowed uncannily, and she kept up with Kaladin with ease. No. No he shouldn’t be happy. Kaladin focused on the task at hand. The thing that was tugging the corner of his lips had now disappeared. He must go to Jah Keved and open the gate to Alethkar.
“What makes you say that?” he asked.
“You were smiling. Isn’t that a sign of happiness?”
“It wasn’t a smile, just… an amusing thought.”
“Oh yes? And what might the boring, brooding Kaladin be thinking about?”
Kaladin sighed, “Syl, have I told you that you can be a little annoying sometimes?”
“I get that a lot.”
“How? The only person you’ve talked to is me.”
“I just heard it from somewhere.” She grinned at Kaladin, head held high, proud to have learnt another human phrase. Kaladin raised an eyebrow and looked at Syl, still rocketing through the air. Syl kept grinning and finally Kaladin cracked a smile.
“Very annoying indeed.”
They kept flying at an unnatural pace and it wasn’t before long that the huge, palace of Jah Keved came into view. Kaladin used up the last of his stormlight by lashing downwards to the ground just along the outskirts of the kingdom so no one would see him. The stormlight would be a problem though, he’d have to get it from somewhere.
He walked up to the main gate and the two guards keeping watch there noticed his Kholin’s army uniform. They also noticed the massive slave tattoo right in the middle of his forehead. Great.
“You think you can fool us, slave.” Said one of the guards. He was just a boy, couldn’t be older than sixteen. The other guard was a lot older but also quite portly and out of shape. Storms, one would think that Queen Fen would put proper guards on the lookout.
Kaladin sighed, “Look I know what this seems like but you’re wasting your ti- “the boy lashed out at Kaladin who barely managed to evade the blow. The boy was fast, but not well trained. Kaladin leaped backwards and glanced at Syl who instantly transformed into a shimmering, silver Shardblade.
The Shardblade became a spear which Kaladin had more training with since he was a darkeye. Kaladin tried lashing at the big, hairy guard but remembered he was out of stormlight. The hard way it was.
He lunged out with a vicious jab at the older soldier who clumsily deflected the blow, stumbling in the process. Kaladin took the chance and landed the butt of his spear on the man’s forehead. He spun around and found the other guard. Was that fear in his eyes? It quickly vanished, and the guard came charging into Kaladin. Kaladin sidestepped and the two clashed weapons. “Listen, soldier, a war is brewing and doing what we’re doing now won’t help or change a thing. So stand down and let me be on my way, I’m under the command of Dalinar Kholin.”
“To Almighty above with that,” the boy growled, “There is no hope and there’s nothing you can do to stop the war, slave.” He went for another heavy attack and Kaladin could sense the boy’s center of balance shifting. He ducked down and swept his spear under the boy’s feet. The boy came crashing down on the ground and Kaladin jabbed at the boy’s stomach with the butt of his spear. The boy groaned.
“Stand down, soldier, final warning.” he said. The boy rolled over and began making his way back up. Kaladin sighed, hitting the boy in the back of the head; a non-fatal blow. The boy fell, unconscious.
Kaladin made his way through the gates of Jah Keved, heading for the palace. The boy did have spirit, he gave him that. Syl had turned back into the miniature shimmering lady she was before.
“Did you have to do that?” she asked.
“Kill those people.”
“I didn’t kill them, just knocked them unconscious.”
“Couldn’t you just talk to them perhaps?”
“I tried, Syl, but that boy wouldn’t stand down.”
“But still wasn’t there any other wa- “
“Syl, I didn’t want that to happen. I wasn’t the one who asked for it, okay?” he said, raising his voice. Kaladin sighed and they walked in silence for the rest of the way.
The palace was huge. There was just no other word for it. Kaladin looked away, remembering the task at hand. Talk to Fen, open the Oathgate. The guards all gave Kaladin an expressionless glance, and for some strange reason didn’t attack him. Odd.
Queen Fen stepped out of the palace, shiny black hair swishing side to side as with her every step. Her orange havah was beautifully embellished with designs of white and gold, her safehand neatly tucked away in her left sleeve. “Ah, soldier, Dalinar has told me to expect one of you. You’re quite young for a soldier, aren’t you? “
“Did you say that to the boy guarding your kingdom’s gates?” Kaladin replied keeping in a firm tone.
“Quite a tongue you’ve got there, soldier. Well, if that’s the case, I should just reject Brightlord Dalinar’s offer here and now.” The Queen began to turn around.
Kaladin was almost tempted to let her go, he already didn’t like the queen. But, “Wait. I apologize for my rudeness, Brightness. Please, let us start this conversation again.”
“Very well.” The queen sighed.
“Brightness Fen, Dalinar Kholin is right. You must let us reach your kingdom.”
“And how can I trust that old man?”
“Brightness, you must believe him. He was chosen to be a Radiant, his spren is the Stormfather, a part of the Almighty himself, hi- “
“Yes, but how can I trust him? He has murdered countless people in war, hasn’t he? Is he not just as bad as the Voidbringers?”
Kaladin thought about the question that time. Storms, that woman was right. “Honestly, I don’t think you can, Your Brightness. But… but say you don’t trust him. Say you don’t let him in, Brightness. What then? Will you simply let the Voidbringers destroy Jah Keved? Are you really willing to watch your country perish, your people get slaughtered, nothing left but rubble and dust?”
Silence. The two looked at each other for a some time, tension brewing between them. Then the Queen smiled. “You really have a way with words, soldier. You would make a fine asset. Very fine indeed.”
What was that supposed to mea- . Kaladin felt hands tighten around his arms, holding him firmly. He tried to fight the guards off, jamming his elbow into one’s face and kicking a second in the stomach, but there were too many for one man to fend off. No stormlight. He eventually gave in. A guard approached him and punched him in the stomach, sucking the air out of him. His vision blurred, and his head and stomach throbbed with pain. He looked up at Fen, “Why?”
“I too have plans of my own… Captain Kaladin.”