What is Saga of the Jewels?

A fantasy audio serial. Can Ryn and his companions find the twelve elemental Jewels in time to stop the Emperor from conquering the world? Avatar: The Last Airbender meets The Chronicles of Prydain meets DnD meets the Final Fantasy games. Has an ensemble cast, an elemental magic system, steampunk airships, chocobos, dungeons, and a Cid, among many other things. Updates on or near the 1st of each month. Also has a 'Previously on...' section at the start of each episode so you can jump on anywhere. Subscribe at sagaofthejewels.substack.com to get a free sample short story as an ebook and mp3. sagaofthejewels.substack.com

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June 9, 2026

Semi-Final Two

Previously on Saga of the Jewels…The life of seventeen-year-old RYN, bookish son of a wealthy landowner, changes forever when his hometown is destroyed by the EMPIRE and everyone he has ever known is killed. Ryn discovers that the Empire are seeking TWELVE PRIMEVAL JEWELS which grant the power to manipulate different elements, and that his father had been hiding the FIRE RUBY. He sets out to take revenge on the Imperial General who killed his family and retrieve the Fire Ruby, and along the way meets NUTHEA the lightning-slinging princess, SAGAR the swaggering skypirate, ELRANN the tomboy engineer, CID the wizened old healer, and VISH the poppy-seed-addicted bounty hunter. Together the companions decide to find all of the Jewels in order to stop the EMPEROR from finding them first and taking over the world. They have thus far succeeded in retrieving the Fire Ruby, borne by Ryn, and the Lightning Crystal, borne by Nuthea. They have now come to the land of FARR where they intend to compete in a hand-to-hand fighting tournament in order to attempt to win its prize, the EARTH EMERALD…EPISODE FORTY-THREE: SEMI-FINAL TWOAn empty, grey void sat at the centre of Sagar’s stomach.His loins, which had recently been so awake and alive, now ached dully. The wind had gone out of his sails, the air from his blimp, the swagger from his strut.What’s the point? What’s the point of any of this?He had landed a kiss on a woman. A real kiss. And on a real woman! And it had been returned. A real connection. He could still practically taste her soft lips on his own, slightly salty from sweat, could still remember how they had parted and stirred in response to his.But he had thrown that all away, as quickly as he had chanced upon it. He had broken their kiss and literally thrown the woman out of the arena, all in an effort to win a shiny green rock he wasn’t interested in anyway.Of course, he did have his reputation to think of, and it wasn’t like the great Captain Sagar, Scourge of the Imfisi skies, could have let himself lose a fighting match to a woman...But still…A real kiss.He had run after her straight afterwards to try to apologise and talk to her some more, and caught up with her in the dugout, managing to catch her by the hand.She spun to face him, all well-defined lines and short dark hair, and he was hit by her beauty again. Her cheeks were glistening, though recently dabbed–she had been crying.“Look, Hiuna,” he said, painfully conscious of the other quarter-finalists in the enclosed earthen chamber–the baldy, another shorter Farrian, and some Frikian woman, “I’m really…sorry. I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you and finished the match like that. Please accept my apology.” He could barely believe his own ears, but he meant every word of it. He looked into her eyes, green like new life. “I feel like we had a connection, and I can see that I’ve upset you.”Hiuna yanked her hand out of his grasp. “I’m not upset because you took advantage of me, you chump!” she snapped. “I’m upset because I lost the match! My whole life I’ve been trying to prove myself in the face of men like you, and the moment I get my chance to do so, you go and do that and hit me out of bounds! Argh! Don’t come after me!”She turned to leave, but Sagar grabbed her and again.“Hiuna, please–”“Get off me!” the Farrian woman shouted, and palm-punched him in the chest with her spare hand, pulling the other one free in the process.Sagar landed on his arse with a thump. He watched Hiuna running off out of the dugout’s far exit.Huld was staring at him.“What are you looking at, baldy?” he said.*A moving pillar of stone smacked upwards into Sagar.He was knocked backwards and into the air with a painful jolt.As he sailed through the air, he realised that had been so distracted and lost in his memory that he had completely missed the announcer calling the start of the match and that the baldy had whacked him with an earth attack and was going to have hit him out of bounds in one strike.He summoned the wind, and powerful currents caught him, then held him in place in the air as he held out his arms, levitating weightlessly.The crowd cooed with surprised wonder. He lapped it up.Might as well give them a good show, he thought. Though the truth was, he didn’t care about this stupid tournament anymore. What he cared about was getting Hiuna to accept his apology, and he was pissed off that she hadn’t, mainly at himself.Baldy was looking up at him from the arena floor, chunky brow wrinkled, barefoot and green-robed, still with his hands held out in a ridiculous pose from having launched his earth attack.Might as well channel my anger somewhere, Sagar thought.Keeping part of his concentration on the air currents cushioning him in the air, Sagar thrust his palms forwards and shouted “Windaaaaaaaaarrrraahh!”A gale-blast of air wooshed forwards from his hands, hard as a hurricane.The baldy set one foot in front of the other and raised his arms above his face, crossing them and making fists to shield himself from the wind in a defensive stance. He even made some of the stone of the arena floor rise up and secure itself in two moulds around his feet to hold himself in place.Behind him, the audience members in the path of the gale screamed. The ones at the front clutched the wooden barrier to avoid being blown away. But they didn’t have anything to worry about–they were only getting the blow-back; Sagar was focusing the brunt of the attack on Huld.On Huld, who remained completely still and unmoved by the wind. It was as though he might not have even bothered taking his defensive stance at all.Well, the old timer wasn’t lying then, Sagar thought. Looks like my wind powers are completely ineffective against the element of earth.But he had known that much from that stupid temple. It didn’t matter. He hadn’t expected the attack to do anything anyway.Sagar leaned forward, dipping himself into the massive gale that he was directing at Huld. At the same time, he ceased the pressure from the gusts that had been keeping him up in the air, and instead changed their course to push him forwards, launching him even faster into his own wind attack.The gale caught him and he rode it, his hair and the loose parts of his shirt flapping around him. The exhilarating sensation of weightlessness took him, for a moment replacing even the dull ache for Hiuna, as he flew straight at Huld.He came in fast, stretching out both his arms in front of him for a double-fisted-punch.He smashed into Huld’s stomach, below the monk’s upraised arms……and glanced off him, hitting the arena floor on his side and rolling over a few times.He came up.The gale having ceased, Huld dropped his defensive posture and broke his stone-shackles, then began to walk towards Sagar.Kufe it. The baldy was tough. Of course Sagar had known that too, but he hadn’t realised just how tough. He hadn’t had occasion to hit him before now.He called the wind, setting up another vicious gale to whip at Huld.The monk put one open hand up to shield his eyes, but he kept on walking. At least the wind served to distract him somewhat.This time Sagar ran at him, using the gale to lend him speed, but instead of rushing in head-on, when he was a few paces away he kicked off from the floor and sprang to the right, then jumped back towards the monk with a flanking side-kick.Huld’s hand snapped out and caught Sagar’s leg in mid-air, fingers constricting around it tightly.Uh-oh.The monk twisted, and twirled Sagar in a circle around him once, twice, thrice, several times, getting faster and faster. The audience members became increasingly blurry.Then Huld let go and threw Sagar out of the arena.Weightlessness took him again. He soared through the air, over the audience, who craned their heads up to track him. He was going to land among them, well out of bounds.Well, at least he would have if he hadn’t been able to fly.He summoned the wind again and used it to catch him, then divert his course, sending him flying back head-first towards Huld.A calm smile on the monk’s face. No surprise, no shock or awe or frustration or even a defensive stance this time. Just a calm smile.Arrogant kufer.Before he made impact with the monk, Sagar dived early, instead making impact with the arena floor with his two outstretched hands.His arms bent, and he flipped over and pushed himself off the floor at an angle, launching himself at Huld feet-first in a double-handstand-kick.The monk stepped out of the way and punched Sagar in the stomach.He smacked against the floor on his front.Ouch. His head rang.He rolled over onto his back, then froze as the monk’s massive bare foot appeared above him, about to stamp down.He rolled again, with the wind, to dodge out of the way as Huld’s foot crashed down to the ground, sending a shockwave through the stone floor that jolted Sagar as he rolled. He leapt up to his feet and staggered backwards the edge of the arena.The monk just watched him carefully.“Damn you!” Sagar yelled at him, furious at his immovability.The skypirate started to run again, calling the wind to lend him speed, not straight at the baldy this time, but round him, in a wide circle around the perimeter of the arena. He ran faster and faster, keeping his wind projection up against his back, and sent random gusts of air at Huld, flinging them out with his hand at erratic intervals.The monk didn’t even bother rotating to watch him. He just stood there in the centre of the arena, and on each pass Sagar glimpsed that same infuriating, calm smile.Sagar kicked off the floor, darting inwards at Huld from behind, rushing along the ground with the wind.He landed a right-handed punch in the small of the baldy’s back.This time monk didn’t even move.Sagar howled with rage and threw a barrage of follow-up punches, calling the wind to lend each of them force.Huld took the full force of each blow on his back. Sagar must have hit him ten, twenty, thirty times, feeling the force of his punches reverberating through his fists, but the monk remained unmoved.He ran out of steam, and came to a rest with one fist still against the monk’s back, panting and drenched in sweat and with aching arms.Now Huld turned, slowly, to face Sagar as he dropped his throbbing arm, still with that stupid smile on his face.“How are you so strong?!” Sagar asked in desperation, only loud enough for just the monk to hear.“No matter how much the wind howls,” Huld said, “the mountain will not be moved by it.”Sagar’s lip curled. “Don’t quote your stupid religion’s proverbs at me, baldy!” he yelled.“Very well,” said Huld. “I won’t.”The monk kneed Sagar in the face.The skypirate wasn’t aware of what had happened until he was flying backwards, nose and mouth bright with pain. He flipped over in the air involuntarily, and landed on his back at the edge of the arena, head just poking over one of the border tiles, looking up at the dark cloud-filled sky.He put a hand to his agonised mouth and it came away wet with blood. His tongue found that his front two teeth had come loose. He would need the old timer to heal that after this was over.The cheers of the crowd filled his ears, loud and resonant with bloodthirst, almost drowning out the announcer’s count. They must be very glad to see one of their own dominating his foreigner opponent in a semi-final.Huld’s knee had kicked up so quickly that Sagar hadn’t even had a chance to react. The baldy was strong and fast.Sagar didn’t see a way that he could win this. Much as he hated to admit it, he was outmatched by the monk. Not only were his wind attacks completely ineffective against the Earth-Emerald-touched baldy, but the man was just a stronger, faster and better hand-to-hand fighter than him.Kufe it, but this match is pointless. It was just like all his attempts to get with women: doomed to failure from the outset. He ground his teeth, and almost let out a growl.But damn him all the same if he was going to just give up this easily. Captain Sagar Edbini, Scourge of the Imfisi Skies, did not give up this easily. He would see this through to the end; he wasn’t going to go down without a full, proper, finished fight. He had a reputation to protect.At least the monk hadn’t followed up straight away with another attack. Apparently he was waiting to see whether Sagar was going to get up or not.Sagar turned over onto his front with a groan and began to push himself up.He stopped when he saw a face nearby, staring intently at him. A tomboyish but female face with short black hair.“Hiuna?” he said.She was standing in the small cordoned-off area of the crowd reserved for other combatants to watch from, currently its only occupant, right up against the wooden barrier. Only about six paces away from Sagar.“Did you really mean it?” the woman said, her deep frown indicating deadly seriousness.“Mean what?” asked Sagar, still on his hands and knees.“What you said. Did you really kiss me because you wanted to?”Sagar blinked. He remembered what she was talking about, and found he didn’t need to lie: “Yes.”“Did you really regret throwing me out of the arena like that?”“Yes.”“Did you really think that we had a connection?”“Yes.”“Prove it.”Sagar got up fully now. The people in the audience around them were staring at them quizzically, starting to mutter and whisper and grumble, but he didn’t care.“What do you mean ‘prove it’?” he asked Hiuna. “How?”“Forfeit this match. You might never have been in it anyway if you hadn’t thrown me out of bounds when you did. If you really regret it, you won’t mind forfeiting now. If you forfeit, then…we’ll talk some more. That’s all I’m promising.”She folded her arms and looked up at him, defiant challenge sizzling in her face. But not just that. In those bright green eyes, that tight line of mouth, there seemed also to be some desperate hope that he would show himself true by forfeiting this match.Two different forces smashed together inside Sagar’s heart. On the one hand, there was his reputation, and his pride, and his ego, to maintain, and his tempestuous fury at not being able to beat Huld. On the other hand, here was Hiuna, whom he had recently kissed, and who had kissed him back. She was only promising that they would talk, but Sagar found that that would be enough for him. He just wanted to be near her again.“Sagar of Imfis!” the announcer yelled out of all a sudden, yanking him out of his thoughts. “Are you going to carry on with this match?”The skycaptain turned. Huld was still waiting calmly for him in the centre of the arena wearing his infuriating serene smile; a green, immovable mountain.Sagar made his decision.“No,” he said loud and clear to the announcer. “I yield.”The crowd issued a collective gasp, then immediately erupted into a complaining chorus of boos and jeers.Sagar ignored them, walking out of the arena, and went to go and speak with Hiuna. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit <a href="https://sagaofthejewels.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1">sagaofthejewels.substack.com</a>

June 1, 2026

Semi-Final One

Previously on Saga of the Jewels…The life of seventeen-year-old RYN, bookish son of a wealthy landowner, changes forever when his hometown is destroyed by the EMPIRE and everyone he has ever known is killed. Ryn discovers that the Empire are seeking TWELVE PRIMEVAL JEWELS which grant the power to manipulate different elements, and that his father had been hiding the FIRE RUBY. He sets out to take revenge on the Imperial General who killed his family and retrieve the Fire Ruby, and along the way meets NUTHEA the lightning-slinging princess, SAGAR the swaggering skypirate, ELRANN the tomboy engineer, CID the wizened old healer, VISH the poppy-seed-addicted assassin, RISS the spirit-summoning girl, and QUEL the water-projecting bard. Together the adventurers decide to find all of the Jewels in order to stop the evil EMPEROR from finding them first and taking over the world. They have thus far succeeded in retrieving the Fire Ruby, borne by Ryn, and the Lightning Crystal, borne by Nuthea. They have now come to the land of FARR where they are competing in a hand-to-hand fighting tournament in order to attempt to win its grand prize, the EARTH EMERALD…EPISODE FORTY-TWO: THE TOURNAMENT: SEMI-FINAL ONE“Alright, team huddle time,” Nuthea said when she had got everyone assembled in the dugout.The tournament officials didn’t seem to mind that they were congregating in the stuffy underground chamber even though they weren’t technically all combatants.The party formed up, linking arms and making a face-to-face circle. Though the newcomers hesitated at first they got the idea easily enough, even if Cid and Elrann had to stoop slightly to fit Riss in.“Right,” said Nuthea. She needed to be quick, as after Cid had healed Huld the Governor had said they had five minutes before the next match. “Let’s review how things stand: Ryn, Captain Sagar, and Shadowfinger Vish all won your Quarter-Final matches–well done!”Ryn nodded. “Thanks.”Sagar grunted the barest acknowledgement. He appeared to be sulking about something.Vish didn’t say anything.Nuthea suppressed a sigh. “Grandfather Cid will heal all of you too so that you’re ready to fight again, since the Tournament is going to be carrying on straight away.”“Why did the Governor change his mind on that?” asked Ryn, wasting time.“I’m not sure. Probably something to do with the change in weather. That has gone in our favour.”“Yeah, what’s the deal with that?” said Elrann. “Clear skies all day, and now all of a sudden it looks like it’s going to pour.” She looked over at Quel. “You have water powers, right, music-man? Are you something to do with this?”Quel shook his head, the blue hair of his fringe quivering. “No, Mistress Elrann; it has nothing to do with me. The Sapphire-touched can manipulate water in gaseous and solid as well as liquid form, true, but it would take quite a lot of us to influence the course of an entire weather system, and I am just one man.”“Never mind that now,” said Nuthea, eager to move the discussion on. “What’s important is that the Governor has decided that the tournament can conclude today. Now, the two semi-finals will be Ryn against Shadowfinger Vish and Captain Sagar against Brother Huld. Sagar against Huld is straightforward enough, as we know who we want to win–”“Do you think you can take him, Sagar?” Ryn asked, cutting Nuthea off.“Hm?” said Sagar, attention coming back from wherever it had been. “Oh, yeah, you had better damn well bet I can take him. I’m not afraid of Baldy.”“You are aware, aren’t you,” Grandfather Cid said before Nuthea could get another word in, “that the element of wind is completely ineffectual against the element of earth, in combat terms?”Sagar blew the air out through his nostrils. “Yeah, I know, old timer. But that don’t mean I can’t use my powers to my advantage. Just you watch. I’ll beat him without blowing him over.”“If you’re sure…” said Cid.“Anyway,” said Nuthea, “what is more pressing for us to talk about is Ryn and Shadowfinger Vish’s match, since both of you are in our party.”“What’s there to talk about?” said Sagar. “The scumsucker is the better fighter. You should just let him win,” he said to Ryn, “and be done with it.”“Hey!” said Ryn, and the air in the huddle got a little warmer. “Shut up, Sagar! Vish may have been fighting longer, but I have fire magic!”“Well it’s not like it matters anyway,” Sagar said, “as I’m just going to thrash whichever one of you goes through in the Final in any case.”“Shadowfinger Vish,” Nuthea said, before Ryn could rise any further to Sagar’s posturing, “what do you think is the best course of action?”Vish regarded her coolly above his face covering. “It makes no difference to me, girl. Tell me what you want me to do, and I will do it. I will win this battle, I will lose this battle, I will stay out of the Final, I will go into the Final–whichever. All I care about is that you give me some more poppy when this is done. As long as you do that, I will do whatever you want.”Nuthea saw Cid hold himself back from saying something.“Okay…” she said. She knew that Vish was by far the better fighter as Sagar had said. But she didn’t want to hurt Ryn’s feelings. “What would you rather do, Ryn?”“Well, I think that–”“People of Farr!” came the shout of the tournament announcer from outside all of a sudden. “For your first semi-final, I give you Ryn of Efstan versus Vish of Aibar!”“Was that really five minutes?!” said Ryn. “We haven’t—”“There’s no time!” Nuthea said, breaking the huddle. “Quick, get out there into the arena, both of you! I’m sure you’ll figure it out! Er, good luck!”She ushered Ryn and Vish off in the direction of the entry tunnel.,As Ryn looked briefly over his shoulder at her before walking out Nuthea ignored the twinge of guilt in her chest.Neither of them moved.Vish just stood there in his black uniform and head covering, eyes bleary and bloodshot. He didn’t even bother adopting a fighting posture.A memory flared unbidden in Ryn’s mind of the first time he had fought Vish. How the Shadowfinger had suddenly fallen upon him and the others in the woods outside Ast, how he had been vicious, methodical and deadly, in the end only stopped by an unexpected pistol-shot from Elrann.Did Ryn really have any kind of chance in a contest of hand-to-hand combat against such a skilled and highly trained fighter as Vish?Probably not, no; not even if I have trained hard and gotten a lot better at fighting since then.But Ryn did have something which Vish didn’t.Damn him if he was going to use it straight away though.“Begin!” shouted the announcer.Ryn ran at Vish, crossing the arena floor in a matter of moments, and punched him in the face.To his surprise the punch connected, the impact flashing across Ryn’s knuckles, and Vish’s head snapped back. The Shadowfinger took a couple of steps backwards, then steadied himself.Huh?Nobody in the audience cheered or made any kind of noise. They were as confused as Ryn.Investigating, he stepped forwards and kicked the Shadowfinger in the chest with his right foot, using a kick that Vish himself had taught him. Vish grunted, taking the force of the blow, and stepped back a few more paces. Ryn followed through with a series of punches that finished with an elbow strike, using another sequence that Vish had taught him.Every blow hit home. The Shadowfinger took the full force of each one, shuffling backwards and coming to a halt a couple of paces away.“What are you doing?” Ryn whispered to the Shadowfinger, hoping that nobody else would be able to hear.“What do you mean, ‘what am I doing’?’” Vish replied, having the courtesy to keep his voice low too.“Why aren’t you fighting me properly?”The Shadowfinger shrugged. “You didn’t say what you wanted me to do yet.”“I want you to fight me!” Ryn hissed.The Shadowfinger raised a dark eyebrow. “You do? Are you sure?”“Yes! Don’t go easy on me just because we know each other! That won’t impress anybody, and it might get us disqualified for cheating!”The other eyebrow raised. “You are really sure?”“Yes!”“Alright then.”Ryn took two steps forward and swung a right hook at Vish.The Shadowfinger sidestepped as easily as if he was performing the learned steps of a dance.And then his leg lashed out.Ryn lifted up into the air, came down, hit the ground on his back and rolled over a few times.Then he felt the pain. He curled up, clutching his stomach, which ached horribly where Vish had kicked him.Now the crowd cheered. The noise of it filled his ears, hurting him even more than the kick had. Why were they cheering for Vish, and not him? Ryn supposed that Vish’s attack had had a bit more of an effect than his own…“One!” called the announcer, beginning the count.Ryn pressed his hands to the arena floor and shakily pushed himself up onto his feet, stomach still smarting.Vish was standing a long way away. He had kicked Ryn so hard that he had flown across half the arena.And yet, he sensed that the Shadowfinger had still held something back. Vish could have finished this match in one blow had he wanted to, like he had done in his last match.Fire rose in Ryn’s chest, but he willed it down and breathed out, letting the energy dissipate through his nostrils. He wouldn’t resort to it yet. He had more pride than that.He ran at Vish again, this time arriving with a jumping kick–another move the Shadowfinger had taught him.Vish stepped lazily out of the way and countered with a punch to Ryn’s chest, quick and precise as a pistol-shot.This time Ryn hit the arena floor so hard that he bounced and flipped over, landing face down and seeing stone. Searing pain in his chest joined the pain in his stomach. Had Vish broken one of his ribs?“Three!” he heard the announcer call over the noise of the crowd. He hadn’t heard the first two counts. Had he blacked out for a moment?“Four!”Ryn managed to force himself up by the count of “Five!”He gave a few agonising coughs and some blood came out of his mouth and ran down his chin. He wiped it away with the back of a hand.Vish stood a few paces away.“Are you sure you want me to fight you?” the Shadowfinger whispered, inclining his head. “It does not seem to be going very well for you.”Fire rose again. “Yes!” Ryn growled through gritted teeth.“Would you like me to hit you out of bounds to get it done quickly?”“Just shut up and fight me properly, Vish!” Ryn shouted, no longer caring if the audience heard. “Fight me as if I was a regular opponent! Treat me like a man, not a little boy!”Some people in the audience laughed.“Raaargh!” Ryn thrust out two hands and launched a fireball at Vish from only paces away.The Shadowfinger’s eyes went wide and he cartwheeled to the side, turning over in the air as the fireball rushed through the air where he had just been standing and out over the heads of the crowd, who gasped and ducked.Ryn chucked another fireball at Vish as he landed, then another and another. He aimed them at Vish’s feet so that when the Shadowfinger dodged out of the way of them they hit the arena floor, scorching it black.In moments Ryn had the Shadowfinger running and leaping around the arena to get out of the way of his fireballs, which he hurled again and again at him, listening with pleasure as the crowd now murmured and marvelled at his own attacks.Vish was incredibly fast and agile, but he couldn’t keep this up forever. Could he?The Shadowfinger executed a leaping somersault to get out of the way of a fireball that came dangerously close to hitting him, sending him particularly high.Ryn saw where he was going to land.He flung his hand out, launching another fireball at the spot.Vish came down exactly where Ryn had predicted, and the fireball hit him in the legs, engulfing them in an orange burst for a moment.Vish cried out, and fell to the ground, rolling over a few times from the momentum of his leap, which also served to put out the flames around his legs.Ryn grimaced. His satisfaction at the hit had been immediately tempered by the worry that he might have hurt Vish.Some fighter I am.But the Shadowfinger quickly patted out the remaining flames on his trousers that hadn’t been extinguished by his roll, then sprang back to his feet and ran back across the arena, straight at Ryn.Straight at Ryn, who was too shocked by the speed of Vish’s reaction to get out of the way in time.Ryn lit himself on fire.Vish pulled up, stopping just in front of Ryn with his fist held back ready, but not following through with his punch.The crowd made admiring noises at Ryn, and he smiled. He couldn’t help himself.“Ingenious…” Vish said, staying still as the flames flickered all around Ryn’s body, enveloping him in a fiery aura. “If you are covered in fire, it will burn me to touch you. Although I might still be able to hit you hard enough once to knock you out of bounds or incapacitate you without burning myself too much. Is that a chance you are willing to take, boy? And what of your so-called ‘mana’, that the old man is always talking about? How long before that runs out?”That was a fair point, but Ryn wasn’t about to concede it openly. Now that he was using his fire magic he might actually have a chance against Vish, and at preserving his pride.“I think the real question,” he replied, “is how long you will last against me while I am using my fire. I’ve been working hard at training and getting stronger with it. And Nuthea told me that every time I’ve fought and pushed myself to my limit and used all my mana up, my capacity has increased afterwards.”Vish nodded. “Then this may be something of an even fight now.”Ryn bristled. What an arrogant thing to say. But he knew Vish was just stating a fact. It didn’t seem in the Shadowfinger’s nature to gloat.“Looks like it w–” Ryn started, but then Vish stepped forwards and followed through with his original punch, taking Ryn completely by surprise.He was knocked backwards, stumbling over his own feet, his fire-aura extinguished. His feet came to the edge of something and he teetered on it, waving his arms in circles to try to regain his balance..The edge of the arena! He was about to fall out of bounds!As he began to fall, Ryn put out his arms behind him, flattened his palms, and blasted fire from them.The audience gasped as the force of the flames thrust Ryn back into the arena.He kept on going, turning his propelled movement into a run, and lit himself on fire again.Vish had been shaking the hand he had hit Ryn with up and down, and now his eyes went wide with surprise.But Ryn was moving so fast he didn’t have time to prepare a proper strike. Instead he just lowered his head and crashed into the Shadowfinger like a flaming human battering ram.“Ungh!” grunted Vish, from the impact or the heat of the flames, Ryn did not know.The Shadowfinger fell on his back and Ryn came to a stop standing over him, still on fire. Acting on instinct, he held out his hand where he stood, palm in front of Vish’s face.The crowd cheered for him now.Please let Nuthea be watching, he thought.“One!” the announcer began his count since Vish was down and on his back.“Move, and I’ll blast you with fire,” Ryn said through the flames that radiated from his body.Sweat trickled down Vish’s forehead and into his eyes. “We both know you will not do that, boy,” the Shadowfinger said as he pushed himself up onto his elbows so that the announcer stopped his count.Ryn hesitated. It was true. But he was doing so well, and he still had the advantage.“You don’t know that for sure…” Ryn said carefully. “Even if I hit you point-blank with a fire attack, Cid can always heal you afterwards...”“But do you know that for sure, boy?” Vish said. “What if you accidentally kill me? You’ve killed Imperial soldiers with fire attacks at greater distance. The old man won’t be able to bring me back from death.”Ryn opened his mouth, but he didn’t have a response to that.“Go on,” said Vish, more quietly this time so that only Ryn would be able to hear, fixing him with his grey eyes. “Do it. Trust me, boy, you’ll be doing me a favour. I am probably never going to change anyway.”Ryn faltered. Was Vish seriously asking him to end his life? There was no way in Mid he would ever do that. He had made that decision once already, and that had been before Vish had fought alongside him and saved his life multiple times.Ryn sighed, though he still kept his hand held out in front of him. “Why don’t you just yield, Vish? What other option do you have?”Vish snorted through his face covering. “I have more options than you think, boy. It is clever, setting yourself on fire, I will grant you that. But I discovered two things in our little exchange just now: One, you need to concentrate in order to keep yourself on fire. And two, if I hit you fast enough I can avoid burning myself too much.”Ryn gulped.Vish pushed himself up with his elbows and twisted, sweeping Ryn’s legs with his foot.Ryn fell on his side, hitting the stone of the arena floor painfully. He had been caught so off guard he hadn’t reacted in time.He scrambled back up as quickly as he could, but the Shadowfinger wasn’t in front of him anymore.A black-clothed arm wrapped itself tightly around his neck from behind, trapping him in its crook.It was then that Ryn realised his fire had gone out again from the shock of having his legs swept.Poodoo.Vish strengthened the chokehold and Ryn gasped for air. He found some, but only a little.“See?” Vish said menacingly in his ear. “One quick little kick, a heartbeat to sneak behind you, and I have you.”Vish gave a little squeeze, showing Ryn that he could cut off his air supply completely if he willed.Ryn choked.The Shadowfinger loosened his grip again a fraction, just enough for Ryn to find some air.“There you go,” said Vish quietly. “I have done what you asked: I have fought you properly. I expect to be rewarded with poppy later. Now, I suggest that you yield, so that we can finish this in the smoothest possible manner.”Ryn gripped Vish’s arm tight, trying to wrench it off, but the Shadowfinger was too strong. He kept willing for fire to explode out of his body, like it had apparently done when Rogar the Unsurpassable had squeezed him unconscious, but nothing happened. Maybe I’m out of mana. Maybe his concentration was too consumed by trying to breathe. Maybe he had to actually pass out in order to activate his secret reserves…“Vish…” Ryn croaked between frantic gasps for air. “Before…I yield…can I…just ask you…one thing?”“What?” said the Shadowfinger, vaguely curious. His grip loosened ever so slightly again–not enough for Ryn to break the hold, but enough for him to speak more clearly.“If Huld beats Sagar and ends up in the Final against you, do you think you can beat him?A pause. “I am not sure,” said Vish. “I have observed the monk, and he is an extremely skilled and well-trained fighter. And he possesses elemental magic. You have the magic but without the fighting skill. To face an opponent with both…I am not sure that I could win, no.”Ryn could barely believe his ears. “Why didn’t you tell us this before?!”“You did not ask,” Vish said simply.“Do you think I have a chance against him?”“With your fire magic?” Another brief pause as Vish considered. “Against his ‘earth alignment’ which the old man tells us is vulnerable to it? On that basis only, yes, even though he is by far the superior fighter: Yes, I do.”“So actually what you’re saying is that I would have a better chance against Huld in the final than you?”“Yes.”Ryn couldn’t believe that the Shadowfinger hadn’t thought to tell him this before. He must be so preoccupied with his poppy obsession that he hadn’t paid proper attention to the discussion. This was no longer about Ryn’s pride–if he wanted to maximise their chances of winning the Earth Emerald, he needed to be in the Final.“Alright,” he said. “I’ve changed my mind.” He kept his voice quiet, hoping that the crowd, who had started to murmur and mutter to one another at this bizarrely long choke-hold exchange, would not be able to hear him. “I don’t want you to fight me properly anymore. I want you to let me win.”“As you wish.”The Shadowfinger’s grip began to loosen completely.“Wait!” whispered Ryn. “We need it to look good! We need to make it look like you didn’t let me win!”“Alright…” said Vish. “That will be difficult, but we can probably manage. Do exactly as I say…”The Shadowfinger whispered some instructions to Ryn.“Okay, got it,” Ryn said.Then he passed out.Or at least this time he pretended to pass out.He shut his eyes and went limp, letting his arms fall to his sides.Vish lowered him gently to the ground and lay him there, for which Ryn was grateful as he wasn’t sure that he would have been able to maintain his act had the Shadowfinger just casually dropped him.The crowd cheered, but a bit weakly, like their hearts weren’t really in it, presumably because the match had apparently ended in such a boring way.Eyes still closed; Ryn heard the announcer begin his count: “One!”Then he heard Vish say, “Would you like me to stay in the arena until you complete your counting this time?”“Oh…” said the announcer. “Well, it is customary, if you don’t mind. There is a chance he will get up again before the count finishes, isn’t there?”“No. But I will stay anyway.”Ryn continued to lie still on the warm arena floor, watching the colours dancing on the inside of his eyelids and listening to the announcer’s count and the mutterings of the crowd.“Well that was a bit of a disappointing ending…”“How come he didn’t do his exploding fire trick like last time?”“The Aibarian was just too strong. He choked him out before he could do it.”When the announcer got to “Nine!” Ryn opened his eyes and sprang to his feet.The crowd inhaled collectively.Vish was standing at one edge of the arena, facing away from Ryn with his arms folded. He began to turn to see what had happened.Ryn was already running towards him.When he saw him, Vish held up his hands in what Ryn knew was mock surprise.Come on Vish, he just had time to think, at least try to look a bit more surprised.Ryn lit himself on fire and executed a leaping side-on kick.He hit Vish square in the chest between his upraised hands, and bounced backwards off him, landing on his back on the arena floor.Vish flew backwards from the kick in the opposite direction, landing in the sand that encircled the arena, out of bounds.The crowd exploded with noise, whether from approval, or outrage, or confusion, Ryn couldn’t tell, though he hoped it was the former.And that was how he won his Semi-Final match against Vish. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit <a href="https://sagaofthejewels.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1">sagaofthejewels.substack.com</a>

May 22, 2026

Quarter Final Four: Huld of Farr vs. Qendra of Frikia

Previously on Saga of the Jewels…The life of seventeen-year-old RYN, bookish son of a wealthy landowner, changes forever when his hometown is destroyed by the EMPIRE and everyone he has ever known is killed. Ryn discovers that the Empire are seeking TWELVE PRIMEVAL JEWELS which grant the power to manipulate different elements, and that his father had been hiding the FIRE RUBY. He sets out to take revenge on the Imperial General who killed his family and retrieve the Fire Ruby, and along the way meets NUTHEA the lightning-slinging princess, SAGAR the swaggering skypirate, ELRANN the tomboy engineer, CID the wizened old healer, and VISH the poppy-seed-addicted bounty hunter. Together the companions decide to find all of the Jewels in order to stop the EMPEROR from finding them first and taking over the world. They have thus far succeeded in retrieving the Fire Ruby, borne by Ryn, and the Lightning Crystal, borne by Nuthea. They have now come to the land of FARR where they intend to compete in a hand-to-hand fighting tournament in order to attempt to win its prize, the EARTH EMERALD. However, the Farrian fighting-monk, HULD, has also entered, and has progressed to the quarter finals too…EPISODE FORTY-ONE: THE TOURNAMENT: QUARTER FINAL FOUR: HULD OF FARR VS. QENDRA OF FRIKIAThe brown-stone arena tiles warmed Huld’s bare feet.The tiles had been baking in the sun all day, which was still bright and hot this afternoon, though strangely a clump of dark clouds had formed in one corner of the sky.It’s not time for the rainy-season to arrive yet, is it? No, of course not.He dismissed the thought.Underneath the mostly-clear sky, thousands of his fellow Farrians stood watching around Tenkachi’s arena, so many that he couldn’t see beyond them.Boys with toothy, eager smiles plastered on their faces. Men with stony-serious frowns and folded arms, unmoving as boulders. Girls staring keenly, biting their nails or with both hands clasped together in front of their mouths like they were praying. Women murmuring silently or anxiously hopping from foot to foot. Wriggling babes in arms. Statuesque elderly. And all the ages in between.I must not let them down.All of the native Farrians who had competed in the Tournament’s Quarter Finals thus far had lost. Although, to be fair, one had been a woman, which was Not Correct, and one had been a dishonourable exhibitionist fool–not a soldier-monk trained in one of the religious fighting-schools of Eto like Huld had been, but a sacrilegious free agent who made money out of his fighting.And, also to be fair, none of those losses mattered that much, anyway. This was Huld’s tournament to win. That he won his matches, and won the whole thing, and won the prize for Farr, was all that really mattered.Huld needed to win this tournament, not only to claim the Earth Emerald, but also for the honour of his country–to show that the Farrians were the strongest, the greatest, the supreme people of Mid.That was what the Governor had told him, and what he knew to be true.“Are you ready?”Huld came back to the present with a jolt. The tournament announcer had asked him a question from where he stood at the side of the arena. The monk was vaguely aware that the announcer had asked him this question once already, but he had been lost for a moment in a rare drifting of focus.He looked over at his opponent standing opposite him.A tall, dark-skinned Frikian woman with a curiously shaved head, except for an asymmetric fringe of jet-black hair that on one side curved around to her left ear and on the other came down over her right eye. She wore a garment made of the skin of some spotted animal, which clung to her slim body, tied at the waist with a rope belt, leaving her smooth arms and legs bare. She winked at him.Another woman. Most strange. What were these tournaments coming to, that two women had made it into the Quarter Finals? And this one was not even a fellow Farrian, but a filthy foreigner as well! It was practically an insult for him to even have to fight her.Huld nodded. “I am ready,” he said levelly.“Alright…” said the announcer. “Then……BEGIN!”Huld dropped his weight into chocobo stance, bending his knees and resting his fists at his hips, taking a defensive poise to see how the Frikian would open.The Frikian did nothing at all. She just stood there watching him, a wry little smile creeping out from behind the overhanging half of her fringe.Then, slowly, deliberately, exaggerating the movements painstakingly, she lowered herself into chocobo stance too, still smiling.A muscle in Huld’s jaw twitched. Does she mean to mock me? She can’t know the Farrian arts. No master would allow a Frikian to train with him, let alone a woman… She must be copying me…Carefully, gaze still trained on the woman, Huld extended his fingers and pinched them together against his thumbs, putting a foot forward and bringing his hands up in front of him, one close to his chest, the other stretched further out. Crane stance. An investigative stance.In front of him, the woman did exactly the same, mirroring his movements exactly.Huld kept the irritation out of his expression. So she was copying him. Well, that was having some success in baiting him, he reluctantly acknowledged, but it would only get her so far. She couldn’t mirror his every move. Not in the heat of battle.But then why is she still smiling?He took a step forwards, towards her, and the woman stepped forwards too.He took a few more steps, and the woman matched him exactly, the gap between them closing by degrees, about eight paces now.He took another step, but this time he walked diagonally right, no longer approaching her head-on but moving to one side, to flank her.This time the woman moved to her own diagonal right, Huld’s left, keeping her mirror image of his movements so that the size of the gap between them stayed the same.Huld continued to strafe to his right, and Qendra of Frikia did the same, so that they circled one another across the stone tiles of the arena.As they did, Huld watched her lithe, toned limbs closely, looking for some opening or sign of weakness.The thing was, Huld noticed with a start that nearly made him misstep, the woman’s stance was perfect. She wasn’t just poorly copying his thousands-of-times-practiced poses and positions on the spot, apparently. Her arms were held out at precisely the right lengths, her legs moving in precisely the right sequence, her torso tensed in precisely the right way, for crane stance.Maybe she has been trained by a Farrian?But if she had, why mess around with this mirroring game? Why not open with a distinctive attack of her own, or put up a more conventional defence and let him come to her instead? It was like she was playing a game of Check where she had decided just to mimic his every move.Enough contemplation, Huld thought. It’s time to put an end to this stage-play.He kicked off from the arena floor, launching himself at the Frikian with a crane-fisted strike from left to right aimed to hit the side of her head with the back of his hand.In the same instant, the Frikian sprang towards him with her own identical strike……then at the last moment dropped her body, ducking under Huld’s blow. As he moved past her, she lashed out and up with her knee, catching him in the stomach. Huld doubled up, the wind knocked out of him, gasping at the sudden pain.The Frikian drew her leg back, then flicked it around her off-side in a vicious roundhouse aimed at Huld’s face.He ducked the kick, thrust his legs back to press himself flat against the arena floor, then rolled away rapidly, spinning over several times before coming up into dragon stance, one fist held back, one up in front of him with two bent fingers.Opposite him, the Frikian already stood in exactly the same stance a few paces away.“What game are you playing?!” Huld yelled at her, ignoring the calls of the crowd, angry at what the Frikian woman was doing, angry that she had landed the first blow, angry that she had broken his composure–already. “How are you mirroring my movements so perfectly?”That irritating smile still mocked him. Her lips were cherry-red.“Well,” said the Frikian in a disturbingly confident and sensual voice, “that would be telling, wouldn’t it now?”Huld moved forwards in dragon stance. The woman did the same. Dragon stance, at least, Huld knew had been exported from Farr by some travelling masters who had prostituted themselves by selling ancient fighting techniques to filthy foreigners. He had seen the fireboy use it earlier in his short-lived match against that Morekemian. But it wasn’t just that the Frikian used dragon stance—she was still mirroring his every movement with complete precision.This time when he got close to her, he feinted with the beginning of a simple front-kick, then quickly brought his foot back down and flung out his left hand in a thrusting punch instead.The Frikian copied him exactly, right down to the feint, and flung out the start of the same punch, but then turned it into a feint of her own, suddenly slipping beneath his strike, spinning as she did so in order to throw out a fast-moving low sweep kick.This time Huld was ready for it. He jumped the sweep, then came down with a palm-thrust. The woman backed away, quick as a snake, then dodged his follow-up punch, and the one after that as well.She flipped backwards heels-over-head, and Huld thought he had her on the run, but as she turned over in the air her foot flashed out and caught him in the face.He staggered backwards, blinking away his surprise, then blocked every strike of her subsequent assault with his hands. She had underestimated his reaction speed.He made to grab her arm, missed, but when she pulled away in alarm he stepped up and followed through with an almighty punch from his other hand, hitting her square in the stomach.The Frikian grunted as she stumbled back across the arena. She landed on her back but managed to turn her momentum into another flip which got her on her feet again at once, where she adopted a stance Huld had not seen before–a low crouch with two arms outstretched to either side of her, pointed fingers and thumbs at the end of flat palms.“So you do have more than mirroring to you!” Huld called over the noise of the crowd. He was sure they were cheering for him.“Much more,” said the Frikian. Infuriatingly she was still smiling. “But ‘mirroring’ seems to be serving me well enough.”No wonder this woman made it to the Quarter Final, he thought as he watched her crouched there, himself crouching and lowering his arms into monkey stance. On top of her mirroring trick, she is astoundingly fast, and deceptively strong. In terms of fighting skill, the two of them might even be evenly matched! He did not know how that was possible, but somehow it was. He had not thought a Frikian could be this skilled at fighting, let alone a woman.He would have to use a trick of his own in order to win.No, not a trick, a skill, he corrected himself.A skill he had earned.Huld broke his stance and ran straight at the woman. Predictably, she did the same, coming right at him.He thrust forwards with a straight punch, and the woman mirrored him, but then at the last moment caught his hand and jumped, pushing herself off of it in order to flip into the air again. Her feet came around in a circle behind her and back down towards Huld’s head as she turned over, but he got his hands up and blocked the kicks, which glanced off them.The woman hit the ground in front of him with a wobble, almost losing her footing, and Huld saw his chance.He stepped forwards with another punch, moving just a fraction slower than normal.At the same time, he willed a section of stone tile just behind the woman to rise quickly to form of a small pillar, up and slightly at an angle.To Huld’s great satisfaction, the woman stepped backwards out of the way of his just-a-bit-too-slow punch…and straight into the path of his earth attack.The rising pillar of stone smashed up into her, now making her lose her feet completely, connecting with her back with a dull thwack. It carried her along through the air for a moment, then, as Huld stepped out of the way and willed the stone to stop rising, the woman was thrown from it with an enraged grunt of shock.She tumbled in an arc through the air, flailing her arms and legs around desperately, then managed to turn her descent into a graceful dive, tucking her limbs into her body and trying to steer her descent.But it was no use. Huld’s earth attack had taken her completely by surprise, and hit her too hard, and she came down several rows back in the audience, who yelped and hollered when she landed among them, throwing up their hands and scrambling to get out of the way.“Out of bounds!” cried the tournament announcer immediately from the side of the arena. “Huld of Farr is the victor!”The cheer went up, the loudest Huld had heard so far that day–a wall of noise that fenced him in.He exhaled relief, and looked over at his Lord Governor, sitting in his viewing box above the arena.The Governor was applauding like the rest of the audience, but he was not cheering. Instead, he sat close-mouthed, his stare intense.Huld nodded to him, tilting his head just a fraction. The Governor nodded back, just barely perceptibly.The monk became aware that the crowd were doing more than just cheering for him–they were chattering frantically about something.“How did he do that?” he heard someone say nearby.“More sorcery!” said someone else.“Is he allowed to do that too?”Huld realised that he had left the angled stone pillar he had made from the arena floor with his earth manipulation still standing.Ah. That was right. They had all seen him perform the earth attack with their own eyes, right in front of them. The chocobo was truly out of the stable now.Meanwhile, the Frikian woman had made her way back through the audience and was climbing over the wooden perimeter. She walked back into the arena, still smiling, and extended her hand to him.“Good match,” she said, for his ears alone.Normally Huld would not have condescended to clasp her arm, an unhygienic foreigners’ custom, especially when bowing would have sufficed just as well, but to his own surprise he found that today he was happy to reciprocate the gesture. She had, after all, indeed given him a good match. An unexpectedly good match.“How did you do that trick with the floor?” the woman whispered to him as he clasped her arm.“How did you do that trick with mirroring my movements?” Huld countered, breaking the arm-clasp.The woman shrugged a shoulder. “Fair enough,” she intoned, her eyes gleaming a disconcerting milky white in the sunshine. “You keep your secrets, and I will keep mine.”Huld frowned. He couldn’t admit it out loud, but he was deeply unsettled by this woman. She had nearly given him the fight of his life. A filthy foreigner had nearly given him the fight of his life! If he hadn’t resorted to using that earth manipulation technique, the match could have gone either way. Now, how to explain that to everyone else?A collective gasp issued from the crowd, and Huld looked round.The Governor had left his viewing box and was walking onto arena.Now Huld did bow, low and long, before looking up again.The Governor strode over to Huld and the Frikian and held up his hands for silence from the crowd.Hush fell immediately.“People of Farr!” boomed the Governor. “People of the greatest nation of Mid! Your eyes are not deceiving you! What you have witnessed here today is a display of earthmoving!”The audience gasped again.“It has been made possible,” the Governor continued, “because one of our fighting monks recently retrieved the fabled Earth Emerald from its resting place in the Shrine to Eto! This is the same Emerald whose power was once used to build our mighty capital city of Shun Pei!”Chatter broke out over the audience like the after-tremors of an earthquake.“Did he really just say that?”“The mythical jewel–could it really be?”“I thought it had been lost!”Undeterred by the chatter, the Governor carried on loud and clear, and the crowd fell to listening again: “In view of this being revealed by our champion earthmover, Brother Huld, I am pleased to disclose that the prize for the winner of this Tournament will not only be one million gold pieces from Shun Pei’s Treasury, but the gift of the Earth Emerald itself! The Tournament Winner can claim it for whatever nation they represent!”Yet more astonished gasps broke out across the crowd, chased by chatter.Huld’s palms began to sweat as he watched the onlookers heatedly discussing this news. The pressure was really on now. It had already been on, given he was now the only Farrian left in the tournament, and the only one who had been personally entered into it by the Governor himself, but now the whole country would know that he was fighting for the Emerald. He was fighting for his people’s honour. He must not let them, or his Lord Governor, down. He must not fail them.The Governor held up his hands again, and got the quiet he wanted instantly. “Furthermore,” he bellowed, “I have a second important announcement! It would appear, my fellow Farrians, that an unusually early rainy season is upon us!” He gestured up towards the sky, at the growing contingent of dark grey clouds that were gathering, blowing in from somewhere east. “Therefore, to avoid the Tournament being called off, I am exercising my Governing authority to decree that this Tournament will conclude today, so as to beat the rain! On with the Semi-Finals!”Huld’s eyes went wide. The crowd erupted, shouting its approval. They were thirsty for more fighting.“Lord Governor,” Huld said quietly as he walked with the Governor and Qendra back towards the arena dugout, “are you sure you want to do that? There might be some wisdom in postponing the tourn–”“Do not presume to question me, Huld,” the Governor chastised him equally quietly, “especially in public. You forget your place.”Huld blanched. He had forgotten his place, momentarily–but the announcement had been so unexpected, and he was tired from his fight with the Frikian…“You can see those clouds,” the Governor continued, flicking his head upwards. “It is going to pour soon. The rainy-season seems to have come upon us unusually early this year. Our people will not want to stand and watch the fighting in the rain–they will leave, and travel home. But the Tournament is good for the economy, and for national morale. Best to get it over with today and to show those foreigners our supremacy as quickly as possible. That will send a message to the rest of Mid that Farr is not to be challenged. Can you do that for me, Huld?”“Yes, Lord Governor,” said Huld.“Good. Of course you can.” They had reached the tunnel to the dugout, and the Governor came down into it with them. “Now, listen to me. The Jewel-touched foreigners have a healer among them. I have made an arrangement with him. He will heal you now so that you are ready to fight straight away at full capacity in your next bout. You are to win it, and the Grand Final, using your earth powers, putting on a fine display just as we practiced, to show that Farr is supreme over all the other nations. Do you understand?”“Yes, Lord Governor,” Huld said aloud.But in his heart, as he watched the Frikian woman go ahead of him to gather up her things, he thought, But are we really supreme over all the other nations? This is a public episode. 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