Mistborn: secret history

Oh, hell, Kelsier thought. Need a plan. Quick.

Vin was going to give up the power. Release the thing. Even without Preservation’s assertions, Kelsier

would have known what Vin would do. She was a better person than he had ever been, and she never had

thought she deserved the rewards she was given. She’d take this power, and she’d assume she had to give

it up for the greater good.

But how to change that? If Preservation couldn’t speak to her, then what?

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Elend stood up and approached Preservation. Yes, the boy could see Preservation too.

“She needs motivation.” Kelsier said, an idea clicking in his mind. Ruin had tried to stab Elend, to frighten

her.

It was the right idea. He just hadn’t gone far enough.

“Stab him,” Kelsier said.

“What?” Preservation said, aghast.

Kelsier pushed out of his prison bonds a few steps, approaching Fuzz, who stood just outside. He strained

to the absolute limits of his fetters.

“Stab him,” Kelsier said. “Use that knife at your belt, Fuzz. They can see you, and you can affect their

world. Stab Elend Venture. Give her a reason to use the power. She’ll want to save him.”

“I’m Preservation,” he said. “The knife… I haven’t actually drawn it in millennia. You speak of acting like

him, as he pretended I would act! It’s horrible!”

“You have to!” Kelsier said.

“I can’t… I…” Fuzz reached to his belt, and his hand shimmered. The knife appeared there. He looked

down at it, the blade glistening. “Old friend…” he whispered at it.

He looked toward Elend, who nodded. Preservation raised his arm, weapon in hand.

Then stopped.

His half face was a mask of pain. “No…” he whispered. “I Preserve…”

He’s not going to do it, Kelsier thought, watching Elend talk to Vin, his posture reassuring. He can’t do it.

Only one option.

“Sorry, kid,” Kelsier said.

Kelsier grabbed Preservation’s shimmering arm and slashed it across the Venture boy’s stomach.

He felt as if he were stabbing his own flesh. Not because of Venture, but because he knew what it would

do to Vin. His heart lurched as she rushed to Venture’s side, weeping.

Well, he’d saved this boy’s life once, so this would make them even. Besides, she would rescue him. She’d

have to save Elend. She loved him.

Kelsier stepped back, returning to his prison proper, leaving an aghast Preservation to stare at his own

hand as he stumbled away from the fallen man.

“Gut wound,” Kelsier whispered. “He’ll take time to die, Vin. Grab the power. It’s right here. Use it.”

She cradled Venture. Kelsier waited, anxious. If she entered the pool, she’d be able to see Kelsier,

wouldn’t she? She’d become transcendent, like Preservation. Or would she have to use the power first?

Would that free Kelsier? He had no answers, only an assurance that whatever happened, he could not let

that thing Beyond escape. He turned.

And was shocked to find it there. He could sense it, pressed against the reality of this world, an infinite

darkness. Not just the flimsy imitation of Preservation he’d made before, but the entire vast power. It

wasn’t in any specific space, but at the same time it was pressed up against reality and watching with a

keen interest.

To his horror, Kelsier saw it change, sending forward spines like the spindly legs of a spider. On their end,

dangling like a puppet, was a humanoid figure.

Vin… it whispered. Vin…

She looked toward the pool, her posture grieved. Then she left Venture and entered the Well, passing

Kelsier without seeing him and reaching the deepest point. She sank slowly into the light. At the last

moment, she ripped something glowing from her ear and tossed it out – a bit of metal. Her earring?

Once she sank completely, she did not appear on this side. Instead, a storm began. A rising column of

light surrounded Kelsier, blocking him from seeing anything but the raw energy. Like a sudden tide, an

explosion, an instant sunrise. It was all around him, active, excited.

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You mustn’t do it, child, Ruin said through his humanlike puppet. How could it speak with such a soothing

voice? He could see the force behind it, the destruction, but the face it put on was so kindly. You know

what you must do.

“Don’t listen to it, Vin!” Kelsier screamed, but his voice was lost in the roar of the power. He shouted and

railed as the voice conned Vin, warning her that if she took the power she’d destroy the world. Kelsier

fought through the light, trying to find her, to seize her and explain.

He failed. He failed horribly. He couldn’t make himself heard, couldn’t touch Vin. Couldn’t do anything.

Even his impromptu plan of stabbing Elend proved foolish, for she released the power. Weeping, flayed,

ripped open, she did the most selfless thing he had ever seen.

And in so doing, she doomed them.

The power became a weapon as she released it. It made a spear in the air and ripped a hole through

reality and into the place where Ruin waited.

Ruin rushed through that hole to freedom.

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