{"id":5198,"date":"2026-01-04T01:11:58","date_gmt":"2026-01-04T01:11:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/epub-book.com\/download\/the-endless-war-03-endless-night-holmberg-d-k\/"},"modified":"2026-01-04T01:11:58","modified_gmt":"2026-01-04T01:11:58","slug":"the-endless-war-03-endless-night-holmberg-d-k","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/epub-book.com\/download\/the-endless-war-03-endless-night-holmberg-d-k\/","title":{"rendered":"The Endless War 03 – Endless Night – Holmberg, D K"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Oliver<\/h1>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/header>\n
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The records in the college are incomplete, though admittedly they are more extensive than what Hyaln possesses. The Varden of Hyaln has long assumed the College of Scholars possess limited knowledge, but what I have seen is anything but limited.<\/p>\n

\u2014Rolan al\u2019Sand, Enlightened of Hyaln<\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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O<\/span><\/span>liver Bestrun waited<\/span> outside the wide double doors of the Seat of the Order. Muted voices drifted through the door, defying any shaped attempt to listen. The Council of the Order were all talented shapers, warriors all, and they would know well enough to mask their voices. That didn\u2019t stop Oliver from wanting to listen.<\/p>\n

His heart raced in nervous excitement, and through an effort of will and a trickle of water shaping, he forced it to slow. Barely more than the slightest touch of the shaping. Most water shapers would never attempt to turn the shaping upon themselves, but few had the necessary control\u2014and knowledge\u2014to do so without harming themselves. Oliver had been a member of the Healing Guild since his earliest days in Atenas and had risen quickly because of his shaping skill. He had remained where he was because of his ability to listen.<\/p>\n

The summons to the Seat was uncommon. Even the council did not simply summon the head of the guild. But he had <\/i>been summoned.<\/p>\n

He stood fixed in place as he worked to settle his nervous heart. It betrayed him, and he would not <\/i>have that when coming to the Seat. No, he needed to present a calm and composed appearance befitting his station.<\/p>\n

Taking deep breaths helped soothe his mind, and he continued to tamp down the steady pounding of his heart.<\/p>\n

The door opened, and all his control threatened to leave.<\/p>\n

Using a final shaping, Oliver sent a chill of calm through himself.<\/p>\n

\u201cGuild Master.\u201d<\/p>\n

He nodded to Hester Jons, third on the Seat. The man had trained under Oliver, though briefly enough that there would be no loyalty there. \u201cCouncilor Jons.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you for answering the summons. The Seat welcomes you to our chamber.\u201d<\/p>\n

Oliver clasped his hands across his ample belly as he peered past Hester. He had never before come to the Seat, though not for lack of trying. There had been a time when he had wanted nothing more than to be raised to that office, to sit among the council as they ruled over the order. That had been before he\u2019d been called to lead the guild. A part of him still longed for the possibility of who he could have been had he found a way onto the council.<\/p>\n

But answers came easier to those of the guild. In some ways, he learned more than he would have if he had been a member of the council. The guild knew secrets, some that could be dangerous were they shared. Others that were dangerous if they were not<\/i>.<\/p>\n

Stepping into the room, he noticed it was ornately decorated. A thick rug stretched from wall to wall. A lacquered table rested in the middle, with expertly carved chairs seated around it. Paintings, the work done by some of the earliest masters and therefore quite valuable, were artfully hung. Five lanterns, each glowing with a bright light, were set into the walls.<\/p>\n

The other councilors sat around the rectangular table, though one seat remained open at the end of it. The commander\u2019s seat. Oliver was not surprised that he was missing.<\/p>\n

\u201cWelcome, Master Bestrun.\u201d<\/p>\n

He turned to see Wansa Nawok rise. She was the second on the council, sitting below only the commander himself, who was first of the order. She wore a black robe with a velvet belt and peered at him through sharp gray eyes. Her silver hair was pulled back and secured with a band of matching velvet. Her sword, a weapon rumor said she was quite <\/i>skilled with, was barely visible beneath the folds of her robe, but there was no denying that she wore it.<\/p>\n

Oliver bowed his head. Had he not been nervous before, he most certainly was now. How had he ever thought to come before the council and not <\/i>show his nerves? Still holding onto the shaping of water\u2014it remained barely more than a trickle\u2014he used it to keep himself steadied.<\/p>\n

With his head bowed, he glanced at the others around the table. The council was comprised of five members, and all but the commander were here. The fourth, Lester Dakan, sat with his lips pursed, his brow furrowed, as if trying to understand a difficult riddle. The fifth, Margo Cauthy, had her hands on the table and simply watched him. She was the newest on the council, and the youngest. If rumors were to be believed, and they often were, she might be the strongest in power other than the commander.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou summoned the guild,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

Wansa Nawok shook her head. \u201cWe summoned Master Bestrun, not the guild.\u201d<\/p>\n

The comment caught him off guard. Wasn\u2019t he here to represent the guild? Why else would they have summoned him? And if not for the guild, then what did they need from him?<\/p>\n

For a moment, he lost control of his shaping and his heart fluttered, but only for a moment, and then he managed to gain a measure of calm once more.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am, of course, honored to have been asked to appear before the Seat of the Order,\u201d he said carefully.<\/p>\n

Hester took his chair, and the weight of the four councilors\u2019 gazes fell upon him. None spoke. Oliver looked from chair to chair, wondering why they had called him here. The more he watched, the more uncomfortable he became.<\/p>\n

But, surprisingly, the more calm as well. He didn\u2019t struggle to steady his heart. There was the awkward silence, but nothing more than that. He would meet their eyes, and he would wait to see why they had summoned him. <\/i>And the longer he stood there, the more he wondered if the councilors were as nervous as he was.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d Wansa said finally. \u201cWe have a question for you that pertains to the guild, but not only the guild. That is why you have been asked to come before us.\u201d<\/p>\n

He squeezed his hands together, pressing them against his stomach to steady himself even more. \u201cA question that required a formal summons?\u201d Through the fabric of his robe, he could feel the edge of the paper marked with the seal of the Seat. When one of the order received such a summons, there was no delaying the answer, much as there was no choice but <\/i>to answer. Ignoring the summons risked expulsion from the order.<\/p>\n

\u201cA formal summons seemed the easiest way to gather the information that was necessary.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not certain that I understand.\u201d<\/p>\n

The council stared at him, unblinking.<\/p>\n

It was then that Oliver became aware of the steadily building pressure of a shaping.<\/p>\n

The effect was subtle, and had he not been so focused on slowing his heart, he might have noticed it before, but had he not been focused on himself, turning his water shaping inward, he might not have noticed what they did at all.<\/p>\n

Few shapers could work their magic without any signs. Oliver had seen some with that ability, but it was considered something of a mark of extreme ability, and even those in the order rarely mastered it.<\/p>\n

He should not be surprised that the council attempted to shape him this way, but why shape him if they had only brought him for questioning?<\/p>\n

Oliver looked to each member of the council and realized the importance of what Wansa had said. They needed him to come before them, but not for questioning\u2014rather, they wanted something else, something they could only achieve through shaping.<\/p>\n

Balls! He had been so focused on worrying about what they wanted that he hadn\u2019t considered any other reason for the summons.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is this?\u201d Oliver met Wansa\u2019s eyes. As she was second on the council, a shaping like this would be controlled by her, wouldn\u2019t it?<\/p>\n

Pushing outwardly, holding on to water and keeping it wrapped around himself like a blanket, he teased at the shaping. A weak shaper with other elements, he might be one of the order, but only barely. Were it not for his ability with water, he might never have been raised to the order. But few rivaled him when it came to water.<\/p>\n

\u201cHester!\u201d Oliver snapped.<\/p>\n

The third continued to watch him, unblinking and saying nothing.<\/p>\n

Oliver started to back away but realized the shaping held him in place. The effect had been so subtle that he hadn\u2019t even noticed.<\/p>\n

What were they attempting?<\/p>\n

There had been rumors about some in the order lately, but he had thought they were only that\u2014rumors. Stories of a dark power coming out of the tower, of shadows called from a distant land. He had seen those himself, had warned others that they existed, but hadn\u2019t really expected that the council would be the source of those rumors.<\/p>\n

He wouldn\u2019t have many chances to get away safely.<\/p>\n

Oliver worked furiously at the shaping. Most thought water only good for healing, but he had worked with it long enough that he had learned other tricks. With water, he could detect the threads of another shaping and, if given the time, could separate the shaping. That was what he attempted now. If he could only make it work\u2026 he might be able to get himself freed.<\/p>\n

If he couldn\u2019t\u2026 Oliver didn\u2019t want to think about what might happen. What did the council intend with him?<\/p>\n

As he worked on the shaping, he realized that another held the primary control of the shaping, and not the person he suspected.<\/p>\n

Margo tapped on the tabletop, her fingers dancing in a steady staccato. Each time she tapped, there was a surge of energy around him. He had no other indication for the shaping, nothing that told him they did anything, nothing other than their silence.<\/p>\n

A crawling sensation worked through his mind, and a helpless shiver ran through him.<\/p>\n

Oliver drew in a deep breath and, with a sharp sweep of water, holding it together almost like a knife, severed the connection that pressed around him, destroying the shaping.<\/p>\n

The effort left him weakened.<\/p>\n

Wansa blinked. Hester sat forward suddenly in his chair. Lester\u2019s brow furrowed even deeper. But Margo did nothing other than resume her tapping.<\/p>\n

Oliver took a step back.<\/p>\n

The shaping no longer held him.<\/p>\n

He wrapped water around himself, drawing away as much heat from the air as he could, and pushed backward, sliding on his shaping.<\/p>\n

He crashed into the door and back into the hall.<\/p>\n

Without waiting to see if they would follow, he ran for the stairs.<\/p>\n

When he heard noise behind him, he dove, landing on his generous belly, supported by his shaping of water, and slid down the stairs. Oliver didn\u2019t dare look back to see who might follow and started to plan his next move.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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