Healed by Hope

Healed by Hope

Jim Melvin

October 2014 $14.95
ISBN: 978-1-61194-5-591

Book 6 of The Death Wizard Chronicles

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Invictus, the god-like sorcerer, has finally been defeated. Torg and Laylah are safe . . . or so it seems . . .

But now the wizard and sorceress face another daunting challenge. Laylah's unborn child is growing abnormally fast—and he wields power even from her womb. A new horror is about to be born into the world. Are all who live on Triken in terrible danger again?

In the climactic conclusion of The Death Wizard Chronicles, Torg and Laylah are forced to fight for their freedom one final time.


Jim Melvin is the author of the six-book epic fantasy The Death Wizard Chronicles. He was an award-winning journalist at the St. Petersburg Times for twenty-five years. As a reporter, he specialized in science, nature, health, and fitness, and he wrote about everything from childhood drowning to erupting volcanoes. Jim is a student of Eastern philosophy and mindfulness meditation, both of which he weaves extensively into his work. Jim lives in Upstate South Carolina in the foothills of the mountains. He’s married and has five daughters. Visit him at: jim-melvin.com and facebook.com/TheDeathWizardChronicles.



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Gift of darkness


DAWN NEVER ARRIVED. The unnatural darkness rushed over them and hungrily consumed the stars. But on the battlements of Hakam, Ott, and Balak, there was light aplenty. Large quantities of Maōi, worth a fortune times a fortune, had been arranged along the wall walks and set aglow. The milky illumination sprang into the opaque firmament like a spear. Elu guessed that it could be seen for dozens of leagues.

None among them comprehended the purpose of the blue-black cloud. Certainly this was an event unheard of in all of recorded history, as frightening as it was mysterious. The cloud had surged toward the fortress from the direction of Avici; therefore most saw it as yet another evil creation of Invictus. But Elu wasn’t so certain. What sense did it make for a Sun God to give birth to darkness?

The Svakaran wished that Torg, Jord, or Peta were around to shed some light of their own. He hadn’t seen the wizard or Faerie since their encounter at Lake Hadaya, and the ghost-child Peta had since departed the fortress, leaving Elu and Ugga alone. Though the Nissayans had been friendly and even servile, the Svakaran still felt lonely. Recently he had buried his best friend in the world with his own hands; another man he had grown to love was no longer a man; and the rest of his friends— those who still lived—were scattered far and wide. It was enough to make Elu want to cast himself off Hakam.

The bear nuzzled the Svakaran’s hand with his wet nose. Elu looked at him and offered a sad smile. The beast’s small eyes resembled Ugga’s in eerie fashion, containing the same gentle expressiveness.

"I wish you could speak,” Elu said. "You always had a way of warm­ing the hearts of those around you. Few have such skill. I miss you so much, my dear friend.”

The bear snorted, and then to the Svakaran’s surprise stood up on his hind limbs and wrapped his front paws around Elu’s neck. There were gasps and shouts of dismay from nearby knights, but these soon changed to laughter when the bear leaned down and began to lap his companion’s face like an overexcited dog. Elu squirmed and spluttered but lacked the strength to push the beast away. Finally Ugga stopped of his own accord and dropped back down. Then he sat and stared, his long red tongue lolling goofily.

"You see!” Elu said, wiping a gob of spittle off his face. "Even now you’ve found a way to cheer me up.”

The bear yawned, laid his snout on the black stone, and fell instantly asleep. Elu studied him for a moment and then resumed his silent stance, staring outward into the pitch darkness. The light from the Maōi created the same effect as a well-lighted room at night; if you looked out a window, you were blind to anything beyond the length of your arm.

A black knight approached the Svakaran. Essīkka was her name, and earlier she had provided him with a change of clothing and then offered to outfit him in black armor, the latter of which Elu had refused. Ever since, she had hovered nearby, as if assigned to keep watch on him and the bear. But the Svakaran suspected otherwise. When Essīkka raised the visor of her helm, there was a glint in her eye. Before the vines had gotten hold of Elu, his physical appearance had pleased most women. Apparently the return to his original body was not without benefits, even if he wasn’t quite as happy-go-lucky as he used to be.

"How did you know?” Essīkka said.

"Know what?” Elu said.

"That the darkness was coming. You must have known, or you would not have ordered us to display the Maōi.”

Elu snorted. "I would never ordersuch great knights to do anything. I barely had the courage to ask politely. As for knowing in advance, I can’t lay claim to that. The girl is the one who knows everything. I just did what she told me.”

"Is the child a witch or demon? One moment I was staring at her, the next she was gone... poof!”

"Whatever she is, bad isn’t part of it.”

Essīkka removed her helm and placed it in the crook of her arm. Her long black hair swirled in the chilly breeze. Despite her armor and the thick padding beneath it, she shivered and leaned closer to Elu.

"So many are dead,” she said in a near whisper. "My mother, father, and two of my three brothers were slaughtered by newborns at Nissaya, and my remaining brother never returned from the Green Plains. I am alone in the world, as are many. At least I am unwed and without chil­dren. I could not have borne to see my husband, sons, and daughters butchered in such horrible fashion.”

"I am truly sorry,” Elu said. "For what little it’s worth, I too have lost many who were dear to me.”

Essīkka removed one of her gauntlets and wiped tears from her eyes. "I am alone,” she repeated, then brushed the side of his face with her damp fingertips.

Elu did not respond, but neither did he draw away. She was beauti­ful, after all.

They stood together above the gate of Hakam and watched as a trickle of people, attracted by the light, entered the fortress and gathered in the courtyard inside the third bulwark.

"They are standing just a few paces from where the snow giant fell,” Essīkka said. "When the time comes and this evil is no longer, Nissaya would be wise to turn the ‘death area’ into a shrine. But we are too ex­hausted to consider such things now. The great gates must be repaired and peace restored before we will have the strength to turn to other matters.”

Elu shivered. The air seemed to grow colder with every breath he took. "I never met Yama-Utu, but Torg spoke highly of him at the Privy Council in Jivita. It was a terrible loss—yet one among many. In just a few weeks, I have seen more horrors than I could have believed possi­ble.”

"As have I,” Essīkka said. "Yet I have never felt more alive than I do at this moment.”

Then she leaned forward and kissed Elu on the mouth. When she fi­nally backed away, the Svakaran could see the reflections of Maōi glittering in her irises, which were as black as her hair and skin.

"You have been long on the wall,” she said. "You must be hungry and tired. Will you accompany me to my chambers? There is a pen nearby that I believe the great bear will find comfortable. I am sure I will be given permission to leave my post for a spell, as long as you are with me.”

Then she took his hand.

Elu did not resist.



PODHANA, SIX THOUSAND Tugars, and one thousand Pabbajja marched tirelessly through the night. Near dawn, they came within ten leagues of Avici, an impressive feat in the new chieftain’s opinion, espe­cially considering that the Homeless People’s legs were shorter than his forearms. Or at least so he guessed. With all that hair, their feetweren’t even visible.

Much to the large company’s dismay, there was no sunrise. The im­penetrable cloud that rushed toward them from the east fell across the sky like a blue-black blanket. If not for the Pabbajja’s magical tridents, the company would have been cast into darkness only demons could have navigated. As it was, the humming glow of the three-tined staffs only provided enough light to see for a stone’s throw beyond the main gathering. Podhana pondered what it would be like to be trapped alone in such darkness. Was this how it felt to be blind?

Holding his trident like a torch, Bruugash walked over to Podhana. "What is this darkness, Kantaara Yodhas? Has the sorcerer inflicted Triken with further malice?”

"I don’t believe this is the work of the sorcerer,” Podhana said. "If we’re lucky, it is the opposite. I believe The Torgon has played a role. In the past, I have inhaled my king’s breath. This air smells like Death Energy.”

"There is Demon Energy as well, blended in with the other,” the Pab­bajja overlord said. "Yet I agree with what you say: The cloud does not feel entirely evil. Somehow we are shielded from danger.”

"Regardless of the cloud’s intent, I will continue toward the Golden City,” Podhana said. "The Tugars need the Pabbajja more than ever. Overlord, will your people light our way?”

"It would be our honor,” Bruugash said.

Now the going was slower, as it was no longer wise to run heed­lessly, even with the strong bones of Iddhi-Pada beneath their feet. Podhana guessed that it was late morning before the large company stumbled first upon the roaring rage of the Ogha River and then the southern gates of Avici. What they found there amazed Podhana even more than the unnatural darkness.


AFTER THE BATTLE with the fiends inside the gates of Avici, things quieted down considerably, and Asēkha-Rati finally was able to take a breath. But small numbers of snarling monsters still sprang sporadically from the darkness. Rati counted groups of three, nine, four, seven, nine, and six interspersed with thirty-seven loners—all dispatched by the Tugars with their usual efficiency.

The Svakarans and Bhasurans grew restless, wanting to do some­thing other than guard gates unchallenged from either side. Rati coun­tered by telling the Mahaggatans that they were free to go wherever they chose, even back to the palisade at the base of Uccheda. But the Tugars would not follow. Though Rati still believed it possible that Laylah was trapped inside the edifice, he knew that it would be suicide to attempt to enter a tower that several hundred thousand monsters still surrounded.

"Help is on the way,” Rati said to them all, not entirely believing it himself, but knowing that additional assistance was their only hope of assaulting the stronghold of the sorcerer.

Gorlong pounded the tail of his trident on the golden wall walk, cast­ing angry sparks. "The leader of the Kantaara Yodhas speaks the truth,” the Pabbajja said. "Help is on the way, and I sense that it includes a large company of my own people.”

"We will wait only until dawn,” a Svakaran warlord said.

Rati shrugged. "I do not presume to command you or your people.”

All through the night they lingered by the southern gates. There was no shortage of food and wine, as many of the nearby homes and busi­nesses were well-stocked. Rati reluctantly permitted half-a-dozen fires to be built near the banks of the river, where they quickly could be extin­guished. But even then, no more of the enemy appeared.

As morning approached, the fires burned out, and almost everyone went to sleep, some on the wall walk, some on the stairs, and the rest along the base of the bulwark. The Tugars did not sleep, choosing in­stead to meditate with open eyes, which in many ways was more rejuve­nating to their bodies than slumber. In the meantime, they re­mained alert to anyone who might attempt to accost the company.

Rati watched with amusement as Tew and Dhītar snuck into a store­room on the wall walk and locked the door. When they finally emerged, both looked worse for wear, except for the weary smiles on their faces.

Rati anticipated the arrival of dawn with a combination of hope­ful­ness and dread. At least in the light they would be able to see long distances from the top of the towering bridge, revealing both the city to the north and a long stretch of Iddhi-Pada to the south. However, he and the others also would be more visible to the enemy.

When the black cloud unexpectedly chewed its way across the sky, this amazed Rati as much as anyone. The moon and stars vanished, and it became so dark that the Asēkha could not see his hand in front of his face. For a few scary moments, Gorlong’s trident was the only illumina­tion, but then Maynard Tew approached with a torch and showed the Tugars where they could find more. In a short time, several hundred torches were mounted along the wall walk in iron ringlets; yet the firelight barely dented the darkness.

"Asēkha, from whence came this eternal night?” Silah said. "Is the sorcerer responsible?”

"I am reminded of Dammawansha’s vision,” Rati said to the female Tugarian warrior. "The High Monk said to me: ‘There will be only dark­ness, as deep as nothingness.’ Somehow, though, it does not feel evil to me.”

Rati guessed that another bell passed before he began to hear the ca­cophony of eerie sounds coming from the interior of the city. At first it reminded him of the madness of Kauha, and he felt as if he again were stranded inside the swamp. But then the sounds grew louder and more horrific. When he heard screams coming from the Mahaggatans at the base of the wall, Rati realized what had occurred. The fiends, all of them, had broken free of the palisade and were attacking en masse.

"Close the gates—and flee!” Rati shouted to the Tugars who had been stationed near the elaborate mechanisms at the base of the wall.

A few of the Svakarans and Bhasurans were able to slip through the gates before they clanked shut. The rest—along with the Tugars— escaped over the side of the bulwark on rope ladders, which were then set on fire. All told, only about three hundred, including Gor­long, Tew, Dhītar, and all the Tugars—survived the surprise assault. Now they stood in the darkness on the outside of the Golden Wall as tens of thousands of fiends pressed against the metal gates, howling and snarling. Other fiends clambered up the steps and cast themselves off the wall walk, but they splattered when they hit the ground. Eventually the rest stopped jumping.

Without warning, a series of booming sounds erupted from some­where within the inner city. This seemed to further enrage the fiends, who pressed even harder against the metal grating. But the gates had been designed to forestall an invading army—and they held.

Rati wasn’t sure what to do next. Since arriving at the border of Kauha, he and his Tugars had been besieged. A part of him felt that it was his responsibility to make sure the fiends did not escape Avici and wreak havoc on the rest of the world. But he also knew that he did not have nearly the strength to stop them, if they were to somehow find a way out.

Then, the help they had long hoped for suddenly appeared.

When Podhana and his large company arrived, Rati felt like jump­ing for joy. If there had been enough light, he would have been com­pelled to rush around and count every one of the new arrivals. Instead, he had to take Podhana’s word for their numbers.

When the Asēkha informed Rati of his ascension to chieftain, Rati in­stantly assumed obeisance.

"What now, chieftain?” he said.

"We must find a way to kill all the fiends,” Podhana said.

"But there are scores beyond even my count,” Rati said. "Killing that many will be next to impossible—and the darkness makes matters more difficult.”

"We number six thousand Tugars and a thousand Pabbajja,” Po­dhana said. "We will suffice.”

A pair of Homeless People came forward, each bearing a glowing tri­dent. Rati recognized Gorlong, whose hair was filthier and more tangled than the others, but he did not know his companion. Podhana introduced him as Bruugash, high overlord of the Pabbajja. Even Gor­long was subservient to him.

"Kantaara Yodhas, the Pabbajja have a plan, if you would listen,” Bruu­gash said. Then he gestured toward his companion. "It was Gor­long who first conceived it.”

"You are too kind, overlord,” Gorlong said.

"Truth is truth,” Bruugash said.

"If you have a plan, it is one more than I possess,” Podhana said.

Bruugash’s eyes wobbled. "The Pabbajja have suffered much. Gor­long has informed me that many score of my people perished in the swamp.”

"I was witness to this tragedy,” Rati said. "A great number fell in Kauha, including the queen of Nissaya and the black knights who ac­com­panied her. Of the Pabbajja, only Gorlong managed to survive.”

"One is better than none,” Bruugash said. "Still, our losses weigh heavy on our hearts. And they have made us even more bitter and venge­ful. Nothing would please us more than to play a role in the destruction of the blasphemies that are massed within the gates of Avici.”

"Of those among us, only the Svakarans and Bhasurans—along with a Senasanan countess and her companion—are vulnerable to the bite of the fiends,” Rati said. "But the sheer weight of their numbers could cause serious harm. When the Kantaara Yodhas did battle with the fiends in Tējo, there was concern that individual Tugars could be tram­pled and smothered. The monsters are not entirely mindless.”

"You are correct when you say that the Pabbajja are in no danger of transformation, though we can be damaged in other ways,” Bruugash said. "But Gorlong’s plan should enable us to destroy large numbers without too much risk.”

Podhana and Rati listened carefully. A short while later, they and the other Asēkhas ascended the grated gates by hand, each holding a small torch between their teeth. When they reached the wall walk, an angry swarm of fiends met them. The torches provided barely enough light to see for a few cubits, but each Asēkha had trained for thousands of hours in deep darkness and knew how to fight blindly. They spread out just far enough to be in no danger of each other’s blades, and then methodically dispatched the fiends as they made their way down an inner stairwell toward the mechanisms that worked the gate on the east­ern side of the river. Podhana and the Asēkhas formed a partial ring around Rati, who’d already become accustomed to the intricate mechani­cal workings of the device.

The gate swung open just a crack.

Rati rushed through. Podhana and the others followed. Standing shoulder to shoulder less than a stone’s throw from the near bank were the Pabbajja, their tridents aimed toward the river like glowing pikes. The Asēkhas sprinted along the edge of the river until they came to the end of the line of Pabbajja, then turned and watched as a stream of fiends poured through the opening of the gate and trundled along the riverbank only a few feet from the water’s edge.

The Pabbajja waited until at least a thousand of the monsters had made it through the opening before unleashing their power. Magic from their tridents blew outward like dragon fire, setting the fiends aflame. Some burst asunder while others tumbled into the river, where they would be battered to pieces on razor-sharp stones. Tugars rushed in from behind the Pabbajja and cast slews of ruined bodies into the raging currents.

Soon after, a thousand more fiends met the same fate. Rati feared that the monsters would comprehend their danger and refuse to exit through the gates. But the fiends that loomed behind the others did not have a clear view of what was occurring, and they were not able to sense the full extent of the danger.

More and more monsters met their doom, falling like dry grass suc­cumbing to flame. Rati estimated that in a bell’s time, the Pabbajja had killed an amazing five thousand score. But it was taking a terrible toll. The Homeless People were weary, and their fire was growing less lethal. A few even collapsed from exhaustion. Rati and a hundred Tugars were finally forced to call a halt to the slaughter and slam the gates shut from the outside, bracing them with boulders so that no more fiends could pass through the narrow opening. Afterward, the great among them gathered to assess what had been accomplished—and at what cost.

Bruugash leaned against his trident, white clouds puffing from his mouth in the increasingly chilly air. "They are too many,” the overlord said. "And we are too weary. We must rest for at least a day before we can expend such energy again.”

"How many do you think are left?” Podhana said to Rati.

"At least twice as many as were slain, which was no small number.”

Gorlong’s eyes wobbled even more than usual. "I am sorry, Kantaara Yodhas. My plan has failed.”

Podhana smiled, then patted the Pabbajja on the crown of his hairy head. "You did anything but fail. The enemy has been reduced. And now you have given me an idea.” Then he looked at Bruugash. "It is the Tugars’ turn to wreak havoc. I know that you are exhausted, but does enough of your strength remain to manage light instead of fire?”

"Despite our weariness, I believe that this can still be done,” the overlord said.

When the boulders were removed and the gate swung open again, more fiends poured through the breach. But instead of incineration from the Pabbajja’s tridents, they met the wicked blades of the Tugars. In the dim glow the weary Pabbajja provided, uttaras flashed and gleamed.

The fiends came on, heedless of the danger. The desert warriors threw the corpses into the river as quickly as they were slain. The Ogha, ever hungry, carried them away. The wide and powerful river did not clog. Body parts, bloated and hideous, would probably be found along the banks for weeks to come, attracting every form of scavenger. But none of the horrid undines would survive. When the host body was de­stroyed, the demonic worms also perished.

Despite having had little food or sleep for several days, the Tugars did not tire, so supreme was their endurance. Rati took forty-nine heads before trading places with another warrior to play the role of street cleaner, dragging countless bodies and tossing just as many heads into the water. Still the fiends came, foaming at the mouth like rabid dogs. But though their numbers were stupendous, they were not infinite—and with each of the six thousand Tugars killing dozens apiece, the stream of fiends lessened until it became just a trickle.

And finally... nothing.

Pools of blood, gore, and dead worms, in places more than ankle deep, were splattered along the riverbank for half a mile or more. Rati found a lighted torch, propped it in a crevice between two rocks, and then splashed water on his face. Podhana knelt beside him in the dim firelight and did the same.

"How many fell?” Podhana finally asked him.

"Most but not all,” Rati said. "Some of the fiends must have wan­dered elsewhere. It’s possible... probable... that tens of thousands are still wandering the streets of Avici—or elsewhere within the Golden Wall. There is a wide expanse of land between Avici and Kilesa.”

"Can any escape beyond the wall? That would not be a good thing.”

"I would think not, but who really knows?”

Podhana sat on his haunches and sighed. From this short distance, Rati could barely recognize his face in the darkness. "You say there is food and wine aplenty inside the gate?” he said hopefully.

"More than enough for many drunken feasts,” Rati said. "Still, an im­portant task remains, does it not?”

"Uccheda... I know. But if we are to assault the tower, we will need all our strength. I have no idea what time of day it is, but I believe it is far past dawn. Even Tugars need sustenance and rest. I do not remem­ber the last time I slept more than a few moments.”

"If Laylah is imprisoned in the tower, every moment she spends in Uccheda will be equal to a lifetime of horrors.”

Podhana sighed. "I have witnessed the sorcerer’s powers first-hand. The Torgon saw them too and ordered the Asēkhas and Tugars to flee, knowing that we would be helpless against him. If Invictus holds Laylah in the tower, we lack the might to rescue her.”

This amazed Rati. "Will we not make the attempt?”

"I didn’t say that,” Podhana said. "But first we will rest. In the mean­time, perhaps the darkness will lose its infernal grip.”

Rati nodded. "It will be as you command, chieftain.”

Guided by the light of tridents and torches, they entered the gates. The open areas they encountered were eerily empty. Either every fiend in the vicinity had been slain, or those that survived had finally realized their peril and wandered to locations where their human prey didn’t put up such a ferocious fight. The Tugars and Pabbajja entered Avici and quickly found numerous places to eat and sleep. The homes and busi­nesses contained a plethora of lamps and candles. But even when lighted, no fiends approached.

There was no way to determine the time of day or how long they slept. The outside air grew even chillier, but inside they lay beside blazing hearths. It pleased Rati to see that the Pabbajja ate ordinary food and drank copious amounts of wine, though the Asēkha never was able to detect even a hint of lips or teeth behind all the hair. Only the protruding eyes were visible, yet Rati found that he somehow was able to read their expressions. And he grew to love his diminutive companions.

Eventually, Podhana called them all together to begin a cautious march up the main causeway. Quickly they encountered pockets of fiends, some numbering one hundred or more, which were easily dis­patched. Otherwise, the city was lifeless and devoid of light. Rati felt like he was walking inside a haunted cavern a thousand fathoms beneath the surface of the world.

The company wound this way and that and might have become lost had the main road not been broader than the lesser avenues. They moved slowly and drearily toward the apex of the dead volcano upon which Avici had been constructed. When they reached the top and gazed into the darkness, what they saw amazed them. The ruins of Uc­cheda were spread in all directions, glowing like the cinders of a fire kicked angrily apart. Millions of tons of golden stone glowed dimly, yet there was enough illumination to create a temporary oasis in the other­wise disconcerting darkness. Down they went, cautious yet curious.

Tew and Dhītar approached Rati, each bearing a smoking torch.

"I would not have believed it if I had not seen it with my own eyes,” the pirate said. "The tower was too strong to fall. Who has this kind of power?”

Rati shook his head. "I have no idea. But let’s hope the sorcerer fell along with it.”

They walked among the glowing chunks of crumbled stone, search­ing for signs of survivors. Amazingly, a lone and mighty tree remained standing amid the rubble, as if too stubborn to be uprooted by the upheav­als. Eventually, the Tugars and Pabbajja, seven thousand strong, gathered around an enormous slab of gold-coated stone that must have weighed more than a hundred tons.

Yet something beneath it was great enough to cause the slab to quiver.

"Chieftain, do we dare move this obstruction?” Rati said. "What if the sorcerer is trapped beneath?”

Podhana chuckled ruefully. "The sorcerer would not be hindered, even by this.” Then he held his arms aloft. "Tugars! I have a task for you.”

The desert warriors pressed against the slab and slid it aside with rela­tive ease, revealing a misty stairwell clogged with debris. From the battered darkness arose a being far larger, in stature, than Invictus.

"Yama-Deva,” Podhana said.

The snow giant looked about—and then smiled, revealing fangs that Rati did not find threatening.

"I have decided that I’m not quite ready to die,” Deva said.

"I am more than pleased,” Podhana said. Then in almost a whisper: "The Torgon? Was he here?”

"He was. I know naught where he has gone, but I believe he still lives.”

Podhana sighed. "And Invictus?”

"He is no longer.”

There was a collective gasp. Then the chieftain knelt at the giant’s feet and pressed his face against the valley floor—in obeisance.

Unabashedly, Rati joined him.

As did seven thousand others, including the rascally pirate.


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