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In the cell, the dark was thick, a molasses dark, and he sat, knees to chest, counting the drips of water, one, two, three, a rhythm to cling to, a rhythm to keep the ghosts at bay—father in the sand, mother in the fever, sister in the blood. "I am Kakavasha", he whispered, "child of Gaiathra", but the words were hollow, and the dice in his mind rolled, always rolled, and he saw the faces, the slaver’s sneer, the master’s whip, and he thought, "I’ll bet it all, I’ll bet my life". And he did, oh he did, in the arena of fate, where he faced the master, the knife in his hand trembling, not from fear, no, but from the weight of it, the weight of ending a life to begin one, and the blood was warm, and the crowd was silent, and Kakavasha was free, or freer, for what is freedom but a longer chain?
Jade came then, Jade of the Stonehearts, her eyes like emeralds, sharp, cutting, seeing through him, seeing the boy, the man, the gambler. "You are Aventurine", she said, and the name was a mask, a new skin, a gemstone to hide the brand, to hide Kakavasha. "Take my hand, never look back", she said, and he did, he took it, because what was behind but sand and ghosts? The IPC, the Interastral Peace Corporation, a machine of stars, of coins, of power, took him in, gave him the Cornerstone, the Aventurine of Stratagems, a gem that pulsed like a heart, that made him more, made him monstrous, a boss form, inhuman, towering, a gambler’s god. And he laughed again, Aventurine did, because the dice never stopped, the bets never ceased, and he was good, so good, at winning, at losing, at playing the game where the stakes were lives, planets, Penacony itself.
In the cell, the dark was thick, a molasses dark, and he sat, knees to chest, counting the drips of water, one, two, three, a rhythm to cling to, a rhythm to keep the ghosts at bay—father in the sand, mother in the fever, sister in the blood. "I am Kakavasha", he whispered, "child of Gaiathra", but the words were hollow, and the dice in his mind rolled, always rolled, and he saw the faces, the slaver’s sneer, the master’s whip, and he thought, "I’ll bet it all, I’ll bet my life". And he did, oh he did, in the arena of fate, where he faced the master, the knife in his hand trembling, not from fear, no, but from the weight of it, the weight of ending a life to begin one, and the blood was warm, and the crowd was silent, and Kakavasha was free, or freer, for what is freedom but a longer chain?
Jade came then, Jade of the Stonehearts, her eyes like emeralds, sharp, cutting, seeing through him, seeing the boy, the man, the gambler. "You are Aventurine", she said, and the name was a mask, a new skin, a gemstone to hide the brand, to hide Kakavasha. "Take my hand, never look back", she said, and he did, he took it, because what was behind but sand and ghosts? The IPC, the Interastral Peace Corporation, a machine of stars, of coins, of power, took him in, gave him the Cornerstone, the Aventurine of Stratagems, a gem that pulsed like a heart, that made him more, made him monstrous, a boss form, inhuman, towering, a gambler’s god. And he laughed again, Aventurine did, because the dice never stopped, the bets never ceased, and he was good, so good, at winning, at losing, at playing the game where the stakes were lives, planets, Penacony itself.
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