The Mirage on the Brink of Oblivion (The Epic of Aravinda Book 3) (26 page)

“And to think that if we’d never gone to the Island of Forever, none of this would have happened.” Asha blinked, lost in thought. “We never would have found the Kiss of Life—never would have learned the power of bringing all three together.”

“Difficult to say,” Oonak replied. “Sometimes the connections are only clear in retrospect.”

“Well, it’s clear to me that they should honor Torin,” Zahn said. “Without his sacrifice, I don’t know what would have happened. After all the trouble he caused, he redeemed himself.”

“Do you think he’ll ever find his way home?” Asha said.

“One way or another, I expect he will.” Oonak said. “After all, he’s not alone out there.”

“There’s only one thing that bothers me,” Asha continued. “Shouldn’t we return the jagrul? After all, the Council of Amithya did say they wanted it back.”

A wide smile spread across Oonak’s face once more. “Actually, I’ve been meaning to tell you, they want us to keep it. Seems the jagrul enjoys our adventures, and it gives the council a valuable window into our status.”

Asha turned around, a bewildered look across her face. “You mean they can see through its eyes?”

“Yes,” Oonak nodded.

“I just hope the Tavisians can find harmony with their environment.” Zahn noticed a familiar swirling vortex ahead and turned to Asha. “It’s your original home, after all, and it would be a shame to see it suffer.”

“Yet that is not our choice, Zahn,” Oonak said. “After all, it is
their
world, so the choice is theirs. They will either find a balance, or they will live in a desolate world. I only hope they choose wisely.”

As they zoomed toward the swirling vortex ahead, Oonak remembered the profound sense of peace he had felt when he was in timespace. He considered telling Zahn and Asha about it, but decided to wait and enjoy the silence.

There would be time on Avani. At last, there would be time.

Still, something nagged at him in the back of his mind.

Is it possible that Durazha could recover the Kiss of Life in the debris? Is that what the Breath of Life meant by saying that my work was not complete? But after all, she can’t use it to heal without a heart. And even if she does find it, what could she possibly do with it if she’s trapped on that burning world?

Oonak inhaled slowly, finally letting the last tendrils of tension leave his body. For now, he decided not to let it bother him. He had faith in the Confederation. He had faith in his friends. They were a team. With their combined energies, no one in the galaxy could stop them now.

He looked down to Zahn and Asha who were sitting side by side, completely engrossed in the bright vortex ahead. And in that moment, Oonak realized how much he loved them.

After all, theirs was an epic adventure from deception into truth, fear into love, and weakness into power.

Together, they were unstoppable.

And as they flew into the vortex, Oonak closed his eyes.

EPILOGUE

Remarkable.
After all this time, the powers of the three Chintamani stones finally came together. And could they be summoned again?

The stones returned to their previous states, going dormant until they were needed again. Indeed, that was not the first time they were activated, nor was it the last.

Thank you for not revealing the surprise about Oonak too soon. We understand why you had to be careful in the telling of this story. But what about Durazha? If she still lives, can she regain her power?

Once again, you are filled with questions, and that makes me glad. Indeed, asking questions and testing the answers will make you wise.

So, will you share the fate of Durazha? And will Jyana ever find Torin? Is her search in vain? Surely, the story goes on, doesn’t it?

The galactic story rolls ever on. But as I said before, stories take time and resources to tell. Therefore, tell all you can about these stories and make them spread far and wide. If these words resonate with you, then share them with all whom you love. And then, when enough people knock at my door with open hearts, I shall share the next part of this timeless epic of Aravinda.

AFTERWORD

Congratulations for completing
The Mirage on the Brink of Oblivion
, the third book in the Epic of Aravinda series.

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, a stand-alone novelette that takes place on Avani. (I’ve included the first chapter of that book after this note.) Or, if you’ve already read that, I recommend you check out the
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THE LOVELIEST ABYSS IN THE UNIVERSE

PRELUDE

A low hum
oozed through the unlit passages, flowing throughout a dizzying labyrinth of underground tunnels that the world above could never have imagined.

The source of the hum was located far below any level that the Nirangi Order had permitted for mere members. Only the most holy, the most clever, and the most cunning had attained the clearance to reach the lowest levels of the complex. Only these select few knew of the machine’s existence.

The product of decades of unrelenting work, the machine rested at the lowest level of the complex, in a hexagonal room with unlit corners that seemed to creep of their own accord and a ceiling so high that not even the lead scientists had bothered to bring in enough illumination to light it. It was deemed unnecessary.

Instead, the resources had been focused on defense, with holy guards placed liberally along the path to the machine room, which could only be accessed by a hidden door.

The Order of Nirangi had gone to great lengths to keep the machine secret. And as it sat in the center of its hexagonal home, the machine rumbled, stewing with a dark energy and an even darker purpose.

Anyone standing beside it might have remarked at how bizarrely sharp the edge of the machine looked, haloed in a series of thin, metallic rings that grew thicker toward the center, forming a horrendous bowl that stood just over a meter high. Upon closer examination, it was easy to see how nearly every element in its design had been focused toward the center, toward a large hollow space that was filled with a bubbling, oozing darkness that had not been there just a moment before. The darkness grew until it touched a tiny probe on the edge of the bowl.

At long last, the machine had found Maraka.

Everyone on the council had concluded that Maraka’s bones would be perfect to pinpoint the coordinates of the Abyss. Building upon previous experiments that showed how one’s energetic body imprinted on the physical body before death, the machine had taken the concept a step further. Once it had compiled the complete energetic signature of Maraka’s bones, they set it to work on finding Maraka’s soul. After all, who better to locate the Abyss than the most notorious murderer to have ever lived? His soul would surely have had no other fate than the Abyss itself.

The only difficulty was time. While the machine’s mechanism was well understood, its speed was not, and no one could say with certainty how long the machine would take to work. Dozens of theories had been put forth, but they were all thrown out as unsubstantiated. And many of the scientists had resigned themselves to visiting the machine whenever they had the chance, vainly hoping that perhaps, just perhaps, they might be there when the machine at last opened the viewing portal.

Holy guards had been placed outside the room to keep watch, until one scientist, the youngest, got the bright idea to design a probe to set off a silent alarm when the viewing portal finally opened. Many of the other scientists smacked their forehead when they heard this, wondering why
they
hadn’t thought of that. Many of them grew increasingly wary of the project, and once the machine had been completed, most of them had enjoyed a well-deserved holiday to the nearby archipelago.

All the while, the youngest scientist stayed within Zaamani’s borders. In fact, he scarcely left the basilica complex. Although the machine would surely show them something quite horrendous, he was nonetheless electrified with excitement at the thought of it finally working. Indeed, unbeknownst to everyone else, he’d programmed the probe to message his comm first.

And so the probe, a tiny silver orb connected by a thin wire to a charge-sensitive alarm, waited to trigger. With each passing morning, Sujan’s anticipation grew, because he knew, deep down, that when the probe fired, it wouldn’t merely make him and his team famous, it would make their names immortal.

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