{"id":5195,"date":"2026-01-04T01:11:46","date_gmt":"2026-01-04T01:11:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/epub-book.com\/download\/the-endless-war-01-journey-of-fire-and-night-holmberg-d-k\/"},"modified":"2026-01-04T01:11:46","modified_gmt":"2026-01-04T01:11:46","slug":"the-endless-war-01-journey-of-fire-and-night-holmberg-d-k","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/epub-book.com\/download\/the-endless-war-01-journey-of-fire-and-night-holmberg-d-k\/","title":{"rendered":"The Endless War 01 – Journey of Fire and Night – Holmberg, D K"},"content":{"rendered":"
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The Endless War began as so many had before. Confusion and deception drove a wedge between nations that should have partnered, predictably splintering any chance of diplomacy. Many were lost on both sides in the first wave, warriors of Ter and shin<\/i> of Rens, lives wasted and nations weakened.<\/p>\n

\u2014Lren Atunal, Cardinal of the College of Scholars<\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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J<\/span><\/span>asn Volth stood<\/span> on the vast desert plain of Rens, dust swirling around him. Heat blasted him from all sides, painfully hot. In the year that he\u2019d spent in this blasted land, he\u2019d grown accustomed to the heat. It didn\u2019t make it any easier to tolerate.<\/p>\n

A shadow circled overhead, the wide winged shape of the draasin taunting him. All he wanted was to kill the creatures and those who commanded them. That, or have the draasin kill him. Either would please him.<\/p>\n

\u201cVolth!\u201d<\/p>\n

Jasn glanced over to see the plain faced warrior approach him. Dressed in a thin robe too much like the Rens style, he decided the boy couldn\u2019t be much over fifteen. Likely barely raised to the order, and served this deep in Rens? Someone like that wouldn\u2019t survive more than a few weeks. Few warriors did; that was the reason he\u2019d volunteered.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you doing out here?\u201d Jasn demanded.<\/p>\n

The boy\u2019s face paled. He barely could grow whiskers, nothing like the thick beard Jasn had let grow. Unlike his deep brown hair, the beard had reddish streaks through it, leaving others claiming it stained by the blood of those he\u2019d killed.<\/p>\n

\u201cA summons came for you,\u201d the boy said. \u201cI was told\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Jasn frowned, slamming his sword back into his sheath, looking up at the draasin as it disappeared from view longingly. The creature had killed two shapers before Jasn had attacked, and all he had managed was to send it flying away. Draasin were too fast for him to chase, too fast to truly hunt. Best to come across them by surprise, or be ready when they attacked.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat kind of summons?\u201d<\/p>\n

The boy held out a folded sheet of parchment. A ball of wax sealed it closed. The quality of the page told him it came from Atenas, but why would he have been summoned back? Unlike most others in Rens, he came willingly. There was only one way he\u2019d return.<\/p>\n

Jasn snatched the parchment from the boy\u2019s hand. His eyes went to the seal and his frown deepened. \u201cWho brought this?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA messenger. She\u2019s gone now.\u201d<\/p>\n

Messenger. One of the easiest assignments given to the order. Travel into the front of the war and then back out, never risking more than a few moments. \u201cDo you know why?\u201d He stared at the seal, hesitating opening it.<\/p>\n

The boy\u2019s eyes drifted to the parchment before coming back to Jasn\u2019s face. \u201cI don\u2019t know\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Jasn turned away, slipping his thumb under the wax and pulling it open. He scanned the page, his heart beating faster the more he read, before crumpling it and igniting it with a shaping of fire.<\/p>\n

\u201cWarrior Volth?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI have to return.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cReturn? You\u2019re the Wrecker of Rens! What will we do if you leave?\u201d<\/p>\n

Jasn narrowed his eyes as he glared at him. \u201cYou\u2019ll fight. Likely you\u2019ll die. Consider yourself lucky.\u201d<\/p>\n

With that, he formed a shaping.<\/p>\n

He streaked across the sky, away from Rens, and landed at the outskirts of Atenas. He stared up at the massive tower that rose from the center of the city, and frowned.<\/p>\n

How long had it been since he\u2019d been within the tower? Months. Long enough that he should have forgotten the agitated way he felt when he saw it and long enough that he shouldn\u2019t feel the same surge of anger and sorrow intermingling. Long enough that he should have been dead.<\/p>\n

He sighed. He wouldn\u2019t have returned if not for the summons. When the commander called you back, you answered, regardless of the fact that you didn\u2019t give a damn about the Endless War and the reason they fought.<\/p>\n

Why here, though? Why would Lachen draw him back to Ter? The damn man could have simply called to him in Jornas, or anywhere else in Rens. At least then Jasn wouldn\u2019t have to think about what he\u2019d lost in Atenas and what he\u2019d sacrificed by leaving.<\/p>\n

Thunder rumbled suddenly and lightning split the otherwise cloudless sky.<\/p>\n

Jasn prepared a shaping, drawing on earth and wind instinctively, trying to avoid using water. In the months that he\u2019d fought within Rens, he had failed in that almost as much as anything. Water was the reason he still lived, the reason he still suffered.<\/p>\n

When his eyes cleared after the lightning flash, a thin, hardened man stood opposite him, considering him with a calculating gaze. His long cloak caught the wind and fluttered softly, revealing the curved sword he had sheathed at his waist. \u201cIt took you long enough to arrive.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jasn tipped his head in a bow to the commander. \u201cI came when I received it. And I answered. Isn\u2019t that enough?\u201d<\/p>\n

Lachen watched him a moment, his lips tightening into a thin line. \u201cYou still suffer.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jasn grunted. \u201cI\u2019ve tried ending my suffering countless times.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo I\u2019ve heard.\u201d The commander nodded and started building a shaping. \u201cCome with me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou would end your suffering?\u201d Lachen asked, before disappearing on another burst of lightning, taking to the clouds.<\/p>\n

Jasn debated for a moment whether to follow him before finally deciding that he should. With the same shaping that Lachen had used, he leapt to the air, following the direction of the commander and trailing after him.<\/p>\n

He should not have been surprised when he landed.<\/p>\n

The wide grassy plains stretching away from the border of Ter and leading into Rens practically glowed with a shimmery heat, reminding him of deeper in Rens where there were only shifting dunes of sand. Jasn hated the way it looked and hated the way the sand blew across his face, spiraling into the air in little dangerous swirls, as if the land itself wanted to destroy him like it had already destroyed so much. How long had they fought with Rens over those lands? What was it that Lachen saw in them?<\/p>\n

With a shaping of wind, pulling from the north and drawing cooler air with him, Jasn sent the dust spinning back into Rens. One step took him across dried grass that crunched beneath his boots, and he worked to keep the distaste from his face.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou call me to Atenas only to bring me back to Rens?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI called you to Atenas to remind you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf what?\u201d<\/p>\n

Lachen looked over at him with a curious expression on his face. \u201cYour duty, Jasn.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is it you want from me?\u201d he asked. He didn\u2019t bother to shield his eyes from the scorching sun. Doing so would not make a difference, not when the sun would burn through his lids and leave orange spots across his vision regardless. He\u2019d long ago grown accustomed to the way the sun threatened to bake him.<\/p>\n

\u201cAlways so direct. That\u2019s what I\u2019ve always liked about you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAlways? How long has it been, old friend?\u201d Jasn asked. Long enough that the childhood friend who played with him in the mountains along the border of Ter, competing to see who could catch the lightning-quick rabbits that called those lands their home, had changed as much as Jasn. Once, there would have been quick laughter between them and a comfortable silence, but that had faded the moment they both started down the road to joining the Order of Warriors. And now Lachen led the order.<\/p>\n

\u201cGiven what\u2019s happened to you, I would say too long.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jasn grunted. A particularly strong gust of hot wind swirled up, pushing against his shaping. He resisted, forcing the cooler air of Ter against it, almost as if the elements of these lands warred nearly as much as the people within them. \u201cI\u2019ll be fine.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lachen smiled, the hard lines earned over the years softening, giving a glimpse of the child Jasn had known. What had happened to Lachen in the time since he\u2019d last seen him? Ten years was a long time, especially when learning shaping, and in those ten years, Lachen had changed so much that Jasn barely recognized him.<\/p>\n

\u201cFine? Is that what you want me to believe?\u201d<\/p>\n

Jasn shrugged. \u201cIf you called me back to help me, there is no need. It\u2019s better that I serve in Rens. I\u2019m sure even the great commander has heard what I\u2019ve done.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve heard how you wander alone in the waste, attacking Rens wildly, unconcerned about what might happen to you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI push the border to the south. Isn\u2019t that what you want? Besides, I always return.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lachen\u2019s eyes narrowed. \u201cYes. I have heard that as well.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jasn blinked. That was the one place where he failed. If only water would abandon him long enough that he would die, but it never did. Always he shaped himself, even when he tried <\/i>not to.<\/p>\n

\u201cBesides, from what I can tell, you need help.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve never needed your help,\u201d Jasn said.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs that how you remember it? I seem to recall it differently, like the time when you slipped into the canyon and I had to tie reeds together to pull you out. Had I not\u2026\u201d His face changed as he spoke of the incident, as if the part of Lachen that had changed the most in the past years faded, returning some of his humanity.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy father was angry anyway. Do you know he used those same reeds to switch me?\u201d Jasn asked. The memory was still painful, the terror of that fall still vivid in his mind. Had Lachen not managed to pull him free, what would have happened? Days might have passed before any help came, and even then, it might not have come in time.<\/p>\n

Lachen shrugged, the moment passing for him, leaving him hard and unreadable. \u201cA lesson we needed to learn.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat lesson? My father punished me for failing, not for climbing too close to the ledge.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEveryone fails, Jasn. It\u2019s not the failing that matters. It\u2019s whether you pick yourself up and move forward.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIs that what you believe?\u201d<\/p>\n

There was a fiery intensity within Lachen that hadn\u2019t been there before, something that burned within him, creating a man strong enough to lead warriors, men and women able to shape the elements, to use that power to create wondrous creations that had once seemed impossible to believe. Now that Jasn stood among them, now that he\u2019d learned enough to be named to the order, he should feel pride, or relief, or something<\/i>. Instead, he felt emptiness. All he had done was fail.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat is what I know,\u201d Lachen said.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n

Lachen stared at him a moment before sighing. \u201cIt means that you are a warrior of the order. That is all that matters now.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jasn started away from the border of Rens, not wanting to stare any longer into the desolation he saw there. He had seen these lands enough, and when Lachen was done with him, he would return. Perhaps he might even succeed in ending the war. Or dying. Either would be success for him.<\/p>\n

\u201cSometimes I wish I had never been tested,\u201d Jasn said. Earth sensing told him that Lachen followed him, trailing only a few steps behind.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe were always meant to be tested. Had it not been Renis, it would have been another.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jasn glanced over. \u201cYou think it some sort of destiny that we learn to shape?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI think we would have manifested our ability regardless. But it doesn\u2019t really matter what <\/i>I believe, only what is. We cannot change the past, Jasn.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jasn was silent as they passed a clump of trees. \u201cNot the past. But we can avoid the future.\u201d<\/p>\n

They walked a little farther. \u201cDo you still have nightmares?\u201d he asked, breaking the awkward silence between them. Once, there had been no awkwardness, but then, they had known each other almost as well as they had known themselves, spending every waking moment together to the point that their parents agreed they were nearly brothers.<\/p>\n

\u201cNightmares?\u201d He knew what Lachen had meant, though not how Lachen had learned of them.<\/p>\n

Lachen tipped his head, staring at him with alien eyes that had seen so much more than Jasn could imagine. What had Lachen been through to make him so hard?<\/p>\n

\u201cFine, visions if you prefer. Whatever it was that brought you south.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jasn blinked, clearing sand from his eyes. He might as well have been trying to clear the past from them. \u201cI still think of her, if that\u2019s what you\u2019re asking.\u201d<\/p>\n

A momentary flash of relief crossed Lachen\u2019s face but then was gone. \u201cWhat would she have said about what you do? Would she have approved?\u201d<\/p>\n

Jasn swallowed, pushing back the mixture of anger and sadness that bubbled to the surface every time he thought of Katya. And now Lachen forced <\/i>him to speak of her. \u201cDoes it matter? She\u2019s gone, lost to Rens like so much else in those damned lands.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jasn stopped at a nearly dry streambed. This close to the border with Rens, not much flowed through here, leaving only a trickle of brackish water. Once, he would have been forced to drink the muddy water, leaving his mouth coated and his throat tasting nothing but the earth for hours. Now with a shaping of water and earth, that was a simple enough thing to fix, furnishing him with drinkable water.<\/p>\n

He wiped water from his chin and rubbed his hands across his pants. Jasn was dressed more plainly than Lachen, the thin fabric more suited to the heat of Rens than the heavier warrior\u2019s clothing Lachen wore. He could shape some of the heat out of the air if needed and make himself more comfortable, but doing so took energy and effort. Shaping was a strain, much like any other activity. If he exerted himself too long, fatigue would set in, leaving him weakened. After years spent training with some of the greatest shapers of Ter, he had grown stronger, like a blacksmith building muscle working in front of the forge, but he didn\u2019t risk wasting unnecessary energy this close to the border. Rens could attack at any time. Most of the time, Jasn welcomed the conflict.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy did you ask me to come here?\u201d he asked, bringing the conversation back around to where it had begun. Lachen was the one who had twisted it, pulling him into a past that Jasn had tried so hard to forget, much like he tried to forget Katya.<\/p>\n

\u201cCan\u2019t I simply want to visit with an old friend?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIs that what we still are?\u201d Jasn asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cAren\u2019t we?\u201d Lachen stared at him with a dark intensity to his gaze, his eyes a brown so deep, they were nearly black.<\/p>\n

Jasn chose not to answer that question. Whatever he and Lachen had been, it was so far in that past to render it meaningless. Born only a few weeks apart, they had grown up together, becoming inseparable until the moment Renis came to their village. In the time before that, they were brothers, and Jasn had no other brothers.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe haven\u2019t spoken in years,\u201d Jasn said softly, starting slowly. \u201cYou did not come after she was lost, though you clearly knew what she meant to me. And when I committed myself to Rens, you did not stop me. Why come to me now, Lachen? Why do you suddenly care? Why demand my presence?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDemand is a bit strong, don\u2019t you think? I would say that I requested.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen the head of the order summons, is there really much of a choice?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere is always choice, Jasn. Otherwise, we would not be men.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lachen said it so seriously and so softly that Jasn wasn\u2019t even sure what he had said at first.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat choice would you have for me now, then?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA chance to find focus. From what I understand, you\u2019ve lost your focus, old friend.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jasn paused while leaning toward the stream again, looking up. Lachen held his arms casually extended, but Jasn didn\u2019t doubt that one arm was always ready to grab the long blade sheathed at his side. It was said that once Lachen unsheathed his sword, death followed.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat would you know of my focus?\u201d Jasn asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cMore than you realize.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jasn scooped another cupful of water, shaping it sloppily this time, leaving streamers of green and brown in the water. Lachen watched him as he drank, saying nothing.<\/p>\n

\u201cSome would say that I am singularly focused,\u201d Jasn said.<\/p>\n

\u201cSome would.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat can you offer me that will help me rediscover my focus?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou think of her often?\u201d<\/p>\n

The change in topic was jarring. Jasn straightened his back and met Lachen\u2019s eyes. \u201cEvery day.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know, then, how she died?\u201d<\/p>\n

Jasn hated the clinical way Lachen spoke, as if referring to a horse rather than the woman Jasn loved. \u201cIt is the reason I went to Rens.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know little, my friend, but if you take the choice I offer you, you will understand far more than you ever wanted to know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat choice is that?\u201d For the first time in nearly a year, curiosity burned softly within Jasn.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe first choice is returning to Rens, continuing your vendetta. In time, I do not doubt that even the Wrecker of Rens will fall, finally dying.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jasn closed his eyes. He had longed for death for months, but each time he thought it might claim him, water brought him back. If he could turn off his ability to heal, he would. \u201cOr?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOr you face a different kind of hardship, one that will give you a chance to understand what happened to Katya, perhaps bring meaning to her death.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jasn stared out toward Rens, thinking of the war. Returning would be easy. He had learned to search for the draasin, to attack the soldiers of Rens push them back. More than once, he\u2019d kept the walls of Jornas clear because of his willingness to die, but always they returned. Rens might not have strength with shaping, but they had a different kind of strength, one that brought fire and pain wherever they went.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you ask of me?\u201d he asked softly.<\/p>\n

Lachen turned toward the south, toward Rens, his eyes going to the sky and a shaping building from him. It was complex, more than Jasn could follow. When it released, it streaked toward Rens as if targeting something. Jasn wasn\u2019t skilled enough to understand what.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou have served Ter and protected our shapers, but I would offer you the chance to become something more.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jasn laughed bitterly. \u201cMore than this?\u201d he said, sweeping his hands over his form. \u201cYou don\u2019t think the warrior is enough anymore?\u201d<\/p>\n

Lachen\u2019s eyes tightened, and all the warmth that he\u2019d shown while speaking of Katya disappeared. The commander returned. \u201cNot for this. Not for what comes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat then? What can I become?\u201d<\/p>\n

Lachen swung his gaze, filled with a blazing intensity, back to Jasn. \u201cMore than the Wrecker of Rens. More than a hunter of fire.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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