Mistborn: secret history

The energy must keep the stones from evaporating, Kelsier thought. All the souls he’d brought with him

had begun to deteriorate, but these stones were solid and unbroken. Those tiny lines of power were

somehow sustaining the spirits of the stone, and perhaps as a side effect keeping people like Kelsier from

passing through the walls.

He crept down the corridor. He wasn’t sure what he was searching for, but he wouldn’t have learned

anything more by sitting outside and waiting.

The power coursing through this place kept giving him visions of another world – and, he realized with

discomfort, the energy seemed to be permeating him. Mixing with his soul’s own energy, which had

already been touched by the power at the Well. In a few brief moments, he had started to think that place

with the green plants looked normal.

He heard voices echoing in the hallway, speaking a strange language with a nasal tone. Prepared for this,

Kelsier scrambled out a window and clung there, just outside.

A pair of guards hurried through the hallway beside him, and after they passed he peeked in to see that

they were wearing long white-blue tabards, pikes at their shoulders. They had fair skin and looked like

they could have been from one of the dominances – except for their strange language. They spoke

energetically, and as the words washed across him Kelsier thought… He thought he could make some of it

out.

Yes. They speak the language of open fields, of green plants. Of where these stones came from, and the

source of this power…

“… is pretty sure he saw something, sir,” one guard was saying.

The words struck Kelsier strangely. On one hand he felt they should be indecipherable. On the other hand

he instantly knew what they meant.

“How would a Threnodite have made it all the way here?” the other guard snapped. “It defies reason, I

tell you.”

They passed through the doors at the other end of the hall. Kelsier climbed back into the corridor,

curious. Had a guard seen him outside then? This didn’t seem like a general alarm, so if he had been

spotted, the glimpse had been brief.

He debated fleeing, but decided to follow the guards instead. Though most new thieves tried to avoid

guards during an infiltration, Kelsier’s experience showed that you generally wanted to tail them – for

they’d always stick close to the things that were most important.

He wasn’t certain if they could harm him in any way, though he figured it would be best not to find out, so

he stayed a good distance back from the guards. After curving through a few stone corridors, they

reached a door and went in. Kelsier crept up, cracked it, and was rewarded by the sight of a larger

chamber where a small group of guards were setting up a strange device. A large yellow gemstone the

size of Kelsier’s fist shone in the center, glowing even more brightly than the walls. That gem was

surrounded by a lattice of golden metal holding it in place. All told, it was the size of a desk clock.

Kelsier leaned forward, hidden just outside the door. That gemstone… that had to be worth a fortune.

A different door into the room – one opposite him – slammed open, causing several guards to jump, then

salute. The creature that entered seemed… well, mostly human. Wizened, dried up, the woman had

puckered lips, a bald scalp, and strange silvery-dark skin. She glowed faintly with the same quiet blue-

white light as the walls.

“What is this?” the creature snapped in the language of the green plants.

The guard captain saluted. “Probably just a false alarm, ancient one. Maod says he saw something

outside.”

“Looked like a figure, ancient one,” another guard piped up. “Saw it myself. It tested at the wall, sinking

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its fingers into the stone, but was rebuffed. Then it retreated, and I lost sight of it in the darkness.”

So he had been seen. Damn. At least they didn’t seem to know he’d crept into the building.

“Well, well,” the ancient creature said. “My foresight does not seem so foolish now, does it, Captain? The

powers of Threnody wish to join the main stage. Engage the device.”

Kelsier had an immediate sinking feeling. Whatever that device did, he suspected it would not go well for

him. He turned to bolt down the corridor, making for one of the windows. Behind him, the powerful

golden light of the gemstone faded.

Kelsier felt nothing.

“Well,” the captain said from behind, voice echoing. “Nobody from Threnody within a day’s march of here.

Looks like a false alarm after all.”

Kelsier hesitated in the empty corridor. Then, cautious, he crept back to peek into the room. The guards

and the wizened creature all stood around the device, seeming displeased.

“I do not doubt your foresight, ancient one,” the guard captain continued. “But I do trust my forces on the

Threnodite border. There are no shadows here.”

“Perhaps,” the creature said, resting her fingers on the gemstone. “Perhaps there was someone, but the

guard was wrong about it being a Cognitive Shadow. Have the guards be on alert, and leave the device on

just in case. This timing strikes me as too opportune to be coincidental. I must speak with the rest of the

Ire.”

As she said the word, this time Kelsier got a sense of its meaning in the language of the green plants. It

meant age, and he had a sudden impression of a strange symbol made from four dots and some lines that

curved, like ripples in a river.

Kelsier shook his head, dispelling the vision. The creature was walking in Kelsier’s direction. He

scrambled away, barely reaching a window and climbing out as the creature pushed open the door and

strode through the hallway.