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The Lord Ruler's perfect capital city, Luthadel, is doing the impossible: rebelling. Skaa half-breeds are being taught the power of Allomancy, something that the Lord Ruler's obligators said only existed in the nobility. The enslaved skaa, with their murderous benefactor, now fight back against a living god's oppression.

So, the Inquisition was formed. The nobles begin to fear assassination from all sides. The times of nobility Mistborn killing each other are over. The Steel Inquisitors look for aristocrat traitors and insurgent skaa, and the skaa try with all their strength to merely survive. The Lord Ruler's perfect Final Empire is slowly devolving into chaos.

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What Friends Are For

25 March 2017 - 09:41 PM

Ferrah couldn't help but beam as she glided gracefully through the Elariel entry-way. She was in love. Collette would surely scoff at her feelings, or say that things were progressing too fast, that it was too soon to tell, but Ferrah just knew that this time, things were different.

She had barely been able to contain her excitement on the coach ride from Keep Hasting. She and Colette had shared a carriage, and she had caught her cousin rolling her eyes at Ferrah's enthusiasm. For once, Ferrah didn't care about Colette's derision. For once, she had something that Colette didn't--the affection of her very own prince charming. Ferrah would have preferred, of course, to have ridden in the carriage with her date, rather than with her best friend, of course, but she could hardly expect him to come and pick her up when the ball was being hosted at his own keep.

Instead of her usual pastel tones, Ferrah had chosen a gown with a dark and rich teal hue, trimmed in silver--Elariel colours. She noted as several of the assembled Luthadel elite began to whisper as they took notice of her outfit, breaking off into bears, not doubt to gossip about the likelihood of an Elariel-Brehaut alliance. Let them whisper, Ferrah didn't care. Tonight, she was untouchable.

She caught sight of Aaron almost immediately. He was standing near the head table, his posture relaxed, apparently deep in conversation with his sister. At the sight of his clever grin, Ferrah felt her pulse quicken slightly as she remembered twining her fingers into that stylishly unruly hair after the mid-week ball as the couple shared their first passionate kiss. She had been walking on ash-flakes ever since that day.

Ferrah didn't approach Aaron immediately--it wouldn't do to seem clingy or desperate at this stage. She had to appear calm and confident in their relationship, or opportunists would take her possessiveness as a sign that Aaron wasn't fully committed to her. They had only been courting a little over a week of course, barely enough time for people to start whispering, especially given Aaron's penchant for moving from one courtship to the next, but Ferrah knew what they had was special. She would not be like those other girls.

Ferrah sat down at her assigned seat, barely paying attention as Colette and the other girls filed in next to her. In her mind, dinner was already over, and Aaron was catching her gaze from across the hall, striding confidently across the floor so he could take her hand and ask her to dance.

Dinner began, and Ferrah did her best to banish the day dreams. Colette was still depending on her to help keep the group in line, of course. She couldn't let her relationship with Aaron become a distraction from her duties, or Colette would see to it that it ended. Ferrah wondered, idly, how a marriage to Aaron would change her friendship with Colette. Once they wed, Ferrah's would join a house more powerful than Colette's own, and her husband would be only a few steps away from the lordship itself!

After what seemed like eternity, dinner ended, and established couples began to make their way on to the dance floor. Ferrah smiled smugly--none of the other girls had come with dates that evening. While they would be waiting anxiously, wondering who would ask them to dance, Ferrah could relax, secure in the knowledge that Aaron Elariel was on his way to sweep her off her feet.

Aaron stood up form his place had the head table, and Ferrah saw his glance slide over to her table. Finally, He placed a hand on his sister's shoulder, completed whatever conversation they had been having, and then began making his way across the room. Ferrah sat up straight in her seat, following Aaron's route and planning in her mind exactly how she would respond to whatever witty line he greeted her with, take his hand, and let him lead her on to the dance floor. The other girls took notice of her excitement, and Ferrah couldn't help but exult in their envy.
"Lady Colette" Aaron performed a polite bow as he approached the table, stopping in front of Colette's chair instead of Ferrah's. "I hope you are enjoying the evening. I wonder, would you care to share a dance with me?"

Ferrah froze. This can't be happening. That kiss! He loves me, I know he does. Ferrah clasped her hands tightly in her lap, forcing herself to remain calm. Her gaze shifted from Aaron to Colette. Colette knew how Ferrah felt--she had spent the whole trip gushing about Aaron. Colette was her friend--she would want Ferrah to be happy. Surely she would turn Aaron down, and deftly turn his attention back to Ferrah where it belonged.

Colette's gaze flicked to the side, and her eyes met Ferrah's in for an instant before settling back on Aaron. "Of course, Lord Aaron. I would be delighted." Colette accepted Aaron's hand and rose gracefully from her seat. "Please excuse me ladies--we can finish our conversation later." Colette met the gaze of each of the girls in turn, ending with Ferrah. Back off, those eyes said, This is my opportunity. Remember your place. Ferrah smiled weakly, fighting to stop tears from appearing in her eyes. She was Colette's loyal lieutenant. Dancing with Aaron was an opportunity for Colette to advance her position among Luthadel's elite, and potentially give her an edge against Caden. Of course she needed to support Colette, and be happy for her.

Wasn't that what friends were for?

His Sinister Art

02 October 2016 - 12:43 AM

Andrew stepped out carriage and into the protection of a carefully held parasol. The light rain and dreary sky seemed appropriate, matching the dimness of Andrew's feelings in the absence of Rhea's power. The mere thought of the moment he had pushed her to forget everything--her social standing, her family, her marriage--had been exhilarating, and the mere memory invigorated him, bringing the slightest bounce to his steps. He had gone up against a skilled emotional allomancer and proven his dominance. Not only that, but he had met a new mind--and with it, a new challenge--to mold to his will.

If he was honest with himself, however, Andrew knew that he had enjoyed his kiss with Rhea for more reason than just the feeling of control. His powers were not the only ones at work, and Rhea's rioting had thoroughly swept him away. His detection of her allomancy and his success in driving her to reveal herself was little comfort. What did it matter if he knew he was being controlled when he was still subject to that control? In the past when Andrew had squared off with other emotional allomancers, he had always done so from the shadows, pushing on their emotions with precision and subtlety while detecting his enemies' attempts to influence him. It was easy to ignore false emotions when an allomancer was trying not to be detected, but how could he defend himself against an onslaught like the one Rhea had unleashed on him?

"Send for Celia. I'll meet her in the fifth floor study," Andrew pushed lightly against any hint of rebellion his attendant might have, not because he was worried about insubordination but because he could. As he entered the Keep, the attendant bowed and folded the parasol, and then rushed off see to Andrew's request.

As Andrew made his way to the study, he could not shake the sense of restless agitation growing inside him. He felt like the sun, blazing red and hot, while the world around him remained dim and clouded with mist. He took to soothing every person he passed, noting their emotional state and making minute changes, careful nudges that would lead to something more. He took some small satisfaction from every raised voice he heard echoing down the hall.

A servant met him at the door of the study to take his coat and hat and to serve him a glass of wine, which did little to settle Andrew down. He needed Celia. Useless though she was as an allomancer, the girl would provide him with a distraction and give him an opportunity to exercise his art to its fullest extent. He needed to stretch himself, to test his limits, and to feel in control again.