The Record of the Saints Caliber

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Author: M. David White
Tags: Fiction, Fantasy, dark fantasy
nice, too sweet and too caring. Additionally, every Saint possessed special power that gifted them with speed and strength and made them more than mortal men and women. This gift was known as Caliber, and the more brightly a Saint could shine their Caliber, the more powerful they were. And Karinael’s just wasn’t strong enough.
    Nuriel wasn’t exactly the type to make Saints Caliber either. Back at Sanctuary the others had often teased her, saying she was too soft, too sympathetic to make it. Nuriel was beginning to think the others were right.
    To make Saints Caliber, a Saint had to have a strong Caliber. They had to be powerful enough to withstand the impossibly heavy Star-Armor they wore and still be able to run with the wind and fight like a hurricane in battle. But more than that, to make Saints Caliber a Saint had to have a certain psychological profile. It was a profile that neither Nuriel nor her friend Karinael had.
    Nuriel made Saints Caliber solely by the strength of her Caliber. She knew it. Everybody at Sanctuary knew it. It was something of a dirty little secret back at home. Having a Saint with such a powerful Caliber had apparently been too much of a temptation for the Bishops and they couldn’t resist putting her out into the field. So, against the Holy Few’s advice, they had given Nuriel her Call to Guard; her invitation to join the elite Order of the Saints Caliber.
    At twenty-one, Nuriel was the youngest to ever make Saints Caliber. Most Saints did not receive their Call to Guard until they were twenty-five or twenty-six when their Calibers came to full power. But Nuriel knew that Karinael would never receive her Call to Guard. In fact, most Saints never would, but it didn’t prevent them from dreaming. Deep down, Nuriel knew that even Karinael had come to realize she would never make Saints Caliber. It was something they didn’t talk about. It was one of those sore subjects; an open wound that Karinael lived with. They both dreamed of making Saints Caliber, but they also both knew that one of them never would.
    And maybe it was a good thing Karinael would never make it, thought Nuriel. It was only three months ago that she had gotten her Call to Guard. She was assigned to apprentice under Saint Isley and was given to Jerusa and King Gatima. In that short amount of time Nuriel had come to realize that being one of the Saints Caliber wasn’t all about fighting Infernals and Unbound demons. It wasn’t about fighting for a new age of hope or a means to awaken the sleeping goddess and return the stars to the sky. Instead, it had been about doing what Nuriel thought of as remedial tasks for King Gatima.
    She and Isley had been quelling uprisings and policing villages, things Gatima’s knights should be doing as far as Nuriel was concerned. They had even been collecting taxes for King Gatima, and as far as Nuriel could tell, that basically amounted to looting the villagers of what few possessions most of them had. Last month when Gatima declared a steel shortage and ordered that the citizens of Jerusa give up their swords and weapons there were riots in the streets of Gatimaria. After she and Isley put a swift end to it, they were told to round up every dissenter and their children and put them to the torch.
    Again that woman’s screams and her son’s hand reaching through the fires assaulted Nuriel’s mind and she shuddered. She sniffled and tucked her hair behind her ear. She coughed, but it was not from the sulfurous fumes of this volcano. She hadn’t felt herself since she left Sanctuary to apprentice with Isley and at this point she was fairly certain it was no longer just homesickness. She had never been sick before, but she really felt like she might be coming down with something. She had heard about the ills that often plagued Saints out in the field and supposedly homesickness was quite common with apprentices. Nuriel didn’t think it was homesickness though. She thought maybe it was all
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