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I should stop here and clarify something. We speak of Ruin being "freed" from his prison. But that is misleading. Releasing the power at the Well tipped the aforementioned balance back toward Ruin, but he was still too weak to destroy the world in the blink of an eye as he yearned to do. This weakness was caused by part of Ruins power—his very body—having been taken and hidden from him.
Which was why Ruin became so obsessed with finding the hidden part of his self.
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ELEND STOOD IN THE MISTS.
Once, he had found them disconcerting. They had been the unknown—something mysterious and uninviting, something that belonged to Allomancers and not to ordinary men.
Yet, now he was an Allomancer himself. He stared up at the shifting, swirling, spinning banks of vapor. Rivers in the sky. He almost felt as if he should get pulled along in some phantom current. When hed first displayed Allomantic powers, Vin had explained Kelsiers now-infamous motto. The mists are our friend. They hide us. Protect us. Give us power.
Elend continued to stare upward. It had been three days since Vins capture.
I shouldnt have let her go, he thought again, heart twisting within him. I shouldnt have agreed to such a risky plan.
Vin had always been the one to protect him. What did they do now, when she was in danger? Elend felt so inadequate. Had their situations been reversed, Vin would have found a way to get into the city and rescue him. Shed have assassinated Yomen, would have done something.
And yet, Elend didnt have her flair of brash determination. He was too much of a planner and was too well acquainted with politics. He couldnt risk himself to save her. Hed already put himself into danger once, and in so doing, had risked the fate of his entire army. He couldnt leave them behind again and put himself in danger, particularly not by going into Fadrex, where Yomen had already proven himself a skilled manipulator.
No further word had come from Yomen. Elend expected ransom demands, and was terrified of what he might have to do if they came. Could he trade the fate of the world for Vins life? No. Vin had faced a similar decision at the Well of Ascension, and had chosen the right option. Elend had to follow her example, had to be strong.
Yet the thought of her captured came close to paralyzing him with dread. Only the spinning mists seemed to somehow comfort him.
Shell be all right, he told himself, not for the first time. Shes Vin. Shell figure a way out of it. Shell be all right. . . .
It felt odd, to Elend, that after a lifetime of finding the mists unsettling he would now find them so comforting. Vin didnt see them that way, not anymore. Elend could sense it in the way she ac1ted, in the words she spoke. She distrusted the mists. Hated them, even. And Elend couldnt really blame her. They had, after all, changed somehow—bringing destruction and death.
Yet, Elend found it hard to distrust the mists. They just felt right. How could they be his enemy? They spun, swirling around him just slightly as he burned metals, like leaves spinning in a playful wind. As he stood there, they seemed to soothe away his concerns about Vins captivity, giving him confidence that she would find a way out.
He sighed, shaking his head. Who was he to trust his own instincts about the mists over Vins? She had the instincts born of a lifetime of struggling to survive. What did Elend have? Instincts born of a lifetime of partygoing and dancing?
Sound came from behind him. People walking. Elend turned, eyeing a pair of servants carrying Cett in his chair.
"That damn Thug isnt around here, is he?" Cett asked as the servants set him down.
Elend shook his head as Cett waved the servants away. "No," Elend said. "Hes investigating some kind of disturbance in the ranks. "
"What happened this time?" Cett asked.
"Fistfight," Elend said, turning away, looking back toward Fadrex Citys watch fires.
"The men are restless," Cett said. "Theyre a little like koloss, you know. Leave them too long, and theyll get themselves into trouble. "
Koloss are like them, actually, Elend thought. We should have seen it earlier. They are men—just men reduced to their most base emotions.
Cett sat quietly in the mists for a time, and Elend continued his contemplations.
Eventually, Cett spoke, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "Shes as good as dead, son. You know that. "
"No, I dont," Elend said.
"Shes not invincible," Cett said. "Shes a damn good Allomancer, true. But, take her metals away . . . "
Shell surprise you, Cett.
"You dont even look worried," Cett said.
"Of course Im worried," Elend said, growing more certain. "I just . . . well, I trust her. If anyone can get out, Vin will. "
"Youre in denial," Cett said.
"Perhaps," Elend admitted.
"Are we going to attack?" Cett asked. "Try and get her back?"
"This is a siege, Cett," Elend said. "The point is to not attack. "
"And our supplies?" Cett asked. "Demoux had to put the soldiers on half rations today. Well be lucky not to starve ourselves before we can get Yomen to surrender. "
"We have time yet," Elend said.
"Not much. Not with Luthadel in revolt. " Cett was silent for a moment, then continued. "Another of my raiding parties returned today. They had the same things to report. "
The same news as all the others. Elend had authorized Cett to send soldiers into nearby villages, to scare the people, perhaps pillage some supplies. Yet, each of the raiding groups had come back empty-handed, bearing the same story.
The people in Yomens kingdom were starving. Villages barely survived. The soldiers hadnt1 the heart to hurt them any further, and there wasnt anything to take, anyway.
Elend turned toward Cett. "You think me a bad leader, dont you?"
Cett looked up, then scratched at his beard. "Yes," he admitted. "But, well . . . Elend, youve got one thing going for you as a king that I never did. "
"And that is?"
Cett shrugged. "The people like you. Your soldiers trust you, and they know you have too good a heart for your own good. You have a strange effect on them. Lads like those, they should have been eager to rob villages, even poor ones. Especially considering how on-edge our men are and how many fights there have been in camp. And yet, they didnt. Hell, one of the groups felt so sorry for the villagers that they stayed for a few days and helped water the fields and do repairs to some of the homes!"
Cett sighed, shaking his head. "A few years ago, I would have laughed at anyone who chose loyalty as a basis for rule. But, well . . . with the world falling apart as it is, I think even I would rather have someone to trust, as opposed to someone to fear. I guess thats why the soldiers act as they do. "
Elend nodded.
"I thought a siege was a good idea," Cett said. "But, I dont think it will work anymore, son. The ash is falling too hard now, and we dont have supplies. This whole thing is becoming a damn mess. We need to strike and take what we can from Fadrex, then retreat to Luthadel and try to hold it through the summer while our people grow crops. "
Elend fell silent, then turned, looking to the side as he heard something else in the mists. Shouting and cursing. It was faint—Cett probably couldnt hear it. Elend left, hurrying toward the sound, leaving Cett behind.
Another fight, Elend realized as he approached one of the cooking fires. He heard yells, blustering, and the sounds of men brawling. Cetts right. Goodhearted or not, our men are getting too restless. I need—
"Stop this immediately!" a new voice called. Just ahead, through the dark mists, Elend could see figures moving about the firelight. He recognized the voice; General Demoux had arrived on the scene.
Elend slowed. Better to let the general deal with the disturbance. There was a big difference between being disciplined by ones military commander and ones emperor. The men would be better off if Demoux were the one to punish them.
The fig
hting, however, did not stop.
"Stop this!" Demoux yelled again, moving into the conflict. A few of the brawlers listened to him, pulling back. The rest, however, just continued to fight. Demoux pushed himself into the melee, reaching to pull apart two of the combatants.
And one of them punched him. Square in the face, throwing Demoux to the ground.
Elend cursed, dropping a coin and Pushing himself forward. He fell directly into the middle of the firelight, Pushing out with a Soothing to dampen the emotions of those fighting.
"Stop!" he bellowed.
They did, freezing, one of the soldiers standing over the fallen General Demoux.
"What is going on here?" Elend demanded, furious. The soldiers looked down. "Well?" Elend said, turning toward the man who had punched Demoux.
"Im sorry, my lord," the man grumbled. "We just . . . "1
"Speak, soldier," Elend said, pointing, Soothing the mans emotions, leaving him compliant and docile.
"Well, my lord," the man said. "Theyre cursed, you know. Theyre the reason Lady Vin got taken. They were speaking of the Survivor and his blessings, and that just smacked me as hypocrisy, you know? Then, of course their leader would show, demanding that we stop. I just . . . well, Im tired of listening to them, is all. "
Elend frowned in anger. As he did so, a group of the armys Mistings—Ham at their head—shoved through the crowd. Ham met Elends eyes, and Elend nodded toward the men who had been fighting. Ham made quick work of them, gathering them up for reprimand. Elend walked over, pulling Demoux to his feet. The grizzled general looked more shocked than anything.
"Im sorry, my lord," Demoux said quietly. "I should have seen that coming . . . I should have been ready for it. "
Elend just shook his head. The two of them watched quietly until Ham joined them, his police pushing the troublemakers away. The rest of the crowd dispersed, returning to their duties. The solitary bonfire burned alone in the night, as if shunned as a new symbol of bad luck.
"I recognized a number of those men," Ham said, joining Elend and Demoux as the troublemakers were led away. "Mistfallen. "
Mistfallen. The men who, like Demoux, had lain sick from the mists for weeks, instead of a single day. "This is ridiculous," Elend said. "So they remained sick awhile longer. That doesnt make them cursed!"
"You dont understand superstition, my lord," Demoux said, shaking his head and rubbing his chin. "The men look for someone to blame for their ill luck. And . . . well, its easy to see why theyd be feeling their luck was bad lately. Theyve been hard on anyone who was sickened by the mists; theyre just most hard on we who were out the longest. "
"I refuse to accept such idiocy in my army," Elend said. "Ham, did you see one of those men strike Demoux?"
"They hit him?" Ham asked with surprise. "Their general?"
Elend nodded. "The big man I was talking to. Brill is his name, I think. You know what will have to be done. "
Ham cursed, looking away.
Demoux looked uncomfortable. "Maybe we could just . . . throw him in solitary or something. "
"No," Elend said through his teeth. "No, we hold to the law. If hed struck his captain, maybe we could let him off. But deliberately striking one of my generals? The man will have to be executed. Discipline is falling apart as it is. "