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After the events at the restaurant, where Akemi, part of the group that bullied Akira, had unexpectedly reappeared. The unexpected encounter had left Akira on his knees, his face lifeless, it was as if his soul had been removed from his body. Naomi panicked when she saw her husband in such a state. It really took a toll on her mentally, because she didn't know what to do. While she was still processing what had just happened, her body instinctively moved toward her husband in need, she didn't waste a second to be by his side.
"Akira! Akira!!" she called out to him, but he did not respond. She shook him slightly, but he still did not respond.
Fear continued to consume her from within, as tears began to form in her eyelids. She shook him again, but this time she had used a bit of strength. A few people began to surround Naomi, wondering what had happened.
A certain someone had just left his office when he heard the commotion. It was the manager. He made his way through the crowd, looked around and demanded an explanation. No one had answered his call because they were more interested in the couple. The manager turned his gaze to Naomi and asked her what had happened. Naomi looked up, her gaze fixed on the manager. She was about to answer him, but...
"...." his question was answered with silence as Naomi couldn't say anything, her words stuck in her throat.
The pressure of the stares from the crowd made it almost impossible for her to speak. She could never handle this kind of pressure; it made her stiffen. Naomi began to gasp for air as it became extremely difficult to breathe. Her arms began to tremble and her legs began to shake. Her mind was slowly being eaten away.
The situation was getting worse by the second, as the manager had lost his patience. He had reached out to Naomi and when his hand came close to her, perhaps instinctively, she slapped it away with all her strength, her eyes devoid of any life and her teeth gritted.
Her sudden action had caused the manager to fall on his butt, the crowd around them taking a few steps backward. The air around them turned cold as a dark aura manifested around Naomi. As he was engulfed by her lifeless gaze, his hair stood on end and his heart raced. He gulped as sweat began dripping from his forehead.
When she saw how terrified the manager and bystanders had become, it helped clear her mind, as the vagueness in her mind disappeared. Shame had spread through her core and her face immediately turned red. Unable to handle this situation, her mind came to a decision.
I have to get out of here!
And so she stood up, lifting Akira and supporting him, his arm around her neck. After Naomi was sure her grip was firm, she ran for the exit.
As she arrived at the door, she heard the manager curse her. After making things worse than necessarily, she couldn’t just leave like nothing had happened. That wasn’t what her mother had taught her. Her father would also give her an earful if he were to find out. Some might find it like wasting time, but to her it was something very important. She couldn’t just ignore it.
Before she opened the exit door, she stopped. Naomi turned her head, her gaze directed at the manager running towards her, the crowd behind him was still covering in fear.
“I’m sorry!” Naomi screamed as loud as she could. She had thrusted the door open, and left as fast as possible.
The manager had already hastened his speed, but it was for nothing. Once he arrived at the open door, he was completely out of breath. It seemed that he wasn’t as fast as he used to be, his bald head was completely soaked. Once he steadied his breathing, he yelled at the couple, who were now further away. As their shadows vanished in the distant, he begrudgingly returned back to his office, but not before letting out: “Damn kids these days!”. The bystanders all went back to their seats and continued with their day. Business continued as if nothing had happened, but many would wonder what they had witnessed today.
Meanwhile several streets away, Naomi was still sprinting with Akira on her shoulder. She had sprinted the entire route, and was now at the center of the city. As she passed the mall, she got out of breath and stopped, she inhaled heavily. Her entire body ached as she felt stabs in her stomach, both her arms and legs trembled like crazy, she was only moments away from collapsing. But one thing held her together and keeping her forward. In the corner of her eye she saw someone she had pledged to protect no matter what. That someone was her husband, Akira.
Seeing his unconscious body, it brought back many fond memories from the past. She reminisced about the times she would carry him home when they were little, a smile slowly formed on her face. Those moments were precious to her, as it deepened their relationship together. Naomi thought back on the first time they had met. She remembered it clearly, as if just happened yesterday.
It all happened when she was five years old on a Saturday. She was out playing with her friends at the park. They were playing hide and seek at the time. They had just finished their first round, but since Naomi wasn’t satisfied yet, the group decided to play another round. As no one wanted to be the one searching for the others, they settled it with a game of rock, paper and scissors.
As the group all counted from three, as if decided by fate, the unfortunate soul had already been chosen. As they looked what the others had chosen, it became clear who had lost this battle.
“No!” from withing the group, someone began screaming, unable to accept this outcome. It was Naomi.
“Not fair!” she screamed, but the other didn’t seem to care one bit. It was made clear by one boy in particular who said “It’s just a game, quit being a crybaby.”. What he said made her angry, as her cheeks turned red. She pouted.
That one boy was having none of it though, he dragged her to a nearby tree, and demanded that she began counting; As young as she was, she complied and slowly began counting down from ten. When Naomi finished counting, the search finally began.
While searching in the area, she was disappointed to find no one there. All of her friends were gone, they had left here behind. Saddened, she walked around the park. She walked passed the sandbox, and thought about playing in it, but she had grown bored of it. And so she wandered off, looking for something interesting.
And there at a small lake, she found a boy quietly inspecting the water. She had gone towards him. When she came close, she began speaking to the boy.
“Hey you, what are you doing?”
The boy jolted in the air, as he fell almost in the water. He turned around to the one speaking to him, flustered he responded.
“Huh, fish hunting.”
“What’s that?” Naomi asked.
“I’m looking for fish.”
“Oh.. And, caught any?”
“No…” the boy looked dejected, his eyes were glued to the ground.
Naomi wanted to help this boy, she was curious about how he would smile. Then Naomi had an idea.
“Wanna come play with me?” she asked him.
“Uh..” the boy didn’t know how to respond, that question came out of nowhere. But after seeing her smile like that, he couldn’t possibly decline.
“Sure.” he said, a smile formed on his face.
Naomi took his hand, and showed him around the playground. Maybe it was chosen by fate, or destiny, but the two became inseparable. From that day onward, they were always together, in both good and bad times. It was like they were meant to be together. The shy boy, who used to cry over everything was now a fully fledged adult. That boy she had met in the park was now her husband. And she couldn’t think any other way of it.
Thinking about it brightened her mood, her smile returned on her face. As her mind drifted back into her memories, she felt several taps on her shoulder all of a sudden. It startled her. Her entire body jolted, as fear had temporary took hold of it. Nervous as she was, she looked behind her, a sweat began dripping from her cheek.
“Excuse me..” a young lady in formal wear stood there, she wore a wide smile and her eyes were almost shut.
“Can I help you with something?” she said, her tone was formal, but a hint of fear could be heard behind it. The lady took three steps backwards.
Naomi blinked a few times, as she mind was still processing. She looked around, and saw several people stare at her. By their looks, she had already figured out why she was the center of attention. Naomi’s gaze returned to the lady, as her cheeks turned red.
“N-n-no, we-we’re fine.” Naomi said, her tone hinted her embarrassment, she couldn’t help but force a smile.
“Alright then.” the lady said, as she entered the store to her right. The people she saw staring at her were now also going away. Naomi sighed, as she didn’t feel that immense pressure anymore. Having recovered her stamina enough, she decided to run again, but the problem was that her arms were still tired.
Running recklessly would only cause trouble, and Naomi was tired from being stared at by the masses. But she didn’t know were to go. Every other path she could take would lead to the center of the city, that was what Naomi wanted to avoid at all cost, she really was at a death end. Her expression darkened, as her smile vanished.
It was then that she suddenly heard the voices of little children, her gaze turned towards the voices. There she saw two children playing tag with each other. Seeing them play together like that, she couldn’t help but see herself and Akira in them. It was like they were playing in the past, she couldn’t help but smile.
But her gaze slowly shifted towards something else, it was the green grass they were stepping on.
Isn’t that the park?
Her face lit up slowly, as an idea came to her mind. With all the strength she had left, she hastened herself towards the park. When she entered, she looked around, and when she saw that it was mostly empty, she sighed.
She searched around, until she had found an empty bench. She carefully layed Akira, who was still unconscious, at the edge. Seeing him there reminded her of something, you could call it a déjà vu. It was when the two went on a date three years ago.
After Akira had confessed his feelings towards her, he passed out on the ground. At the time she panicked, and quickly lifted him up, and sat him on the bench they had found. That moment held a special place in her heart, as it was that moment she had realized her feelings towards him.
As she thought about it now, it was truly amazing how he had been able to pull it off. She knew that he didn’t think highly of himself, but he still went out of his way to make that date memorable. Even today, when they were arguing in their kitchen, Naomi had played him to take her out shopping. She knew that Akira saw through her scheme, but he still decided to play along, and it wasn’t for himself that he did, it was for her. That was what she loved about him. He would make sure the ones he loved were first in line.
But because of his selflessness, she couldn’t deprive this worry deep inside her heart. What if he one day decides to quit, and leave her behind. The mere thought of it was enough to break her mentally. She didn’t want it, she couldn’t absolutely stand it. And yet, despite her love for him, she couldn’t help but wonder. As her anxiousness increased, another question had posed in her mind.
Who was that guy?
She was talking about the one that talked to Akira in the restaurant, the one who caused him to fall on his knees. When she was waiting for her snacks to be ready, that man walked up to her and started talking to her. Naomi thought that he was hitting on her, and promptly ignored him, until he said something that caught her ears.
‘How’s Akira doing?’
, those words took her aback, but that same moment Akira had come. She had latched onto him, indicating that she wasn’t interested. However, she couldn’t help but wonder who he was. From their conversation that they had, she noticed that he knew Akira but the same couldn’t be said of him.
But then came the moment when that man flustered something in Akira’s ear, that was when Akira’s behavior changed. As his face turned pale, and fell to his knees. Naomi didn’t know what that man had said to him, but whatever it was, one thing was curtain. He had created this mess they were in, and ruined their third anniversary. Anger began enveloping Naomi’s mind, and she wasn’t wrong for that. She thought back at what Akira said before he fell down. She was sure that Akira muttered that man’s name.
Akemi, huh. I’ll make sure you’ll come to regret this.
She declared, making a mental note of it.
It was then that Akira finally opened his eyes, his consciousness slowly returned. He blinked a few times until his eyes adjusted, his vision became clear. He saw Naomi stand before him, his right eyebrow raised.
“Naomi?” he said, as his eyes scanned around the area. “What happened?” it seemed he didn’t remember, Naomi sighed.
Here we go again
, Naomi thought. Despite her inner complaint, she couldn’t help but smile. It was so like him, after all. “Back at the restaurant…” Naomi took a seat beside Akira, and began explaining everything.
“And that’s why we are here.” after Naomi was done explaining, Akira hunched forward, his hand against his mouth. He didn’t say anything, he sat there in complete silence for a while.
After five minutes or so, he began breathing in heavenly. When he breathed out, he removed his hand from his mouth and turned towards Naomi, his gaze staring right at her.
“Did he say anything to you?” his tone was serious, it lacked any sign of emotion and his pupils were completely dark. It did sent a chill down Naomi’s spine seeing her husband like this. She wanted to tell him about her conversation with Akemi, but held back as it would undoubtedly anger him even more, and that was something she didn’t want.
“No.. He said nothing in particular.” Naomi lied, it pained her deep down. Akira looked at Naomi suspiciously, as he squeezed his eyes close, almost shut. Unable to bear his stare, Naomi had turned her head away.
“Alright, I’ll believe you.” Akira said, with a smile. He placed his hand on her shoulder. Hearing him say that hurt Naomi more. She looked back at him, and forced a smile.
“What a hectic day, isn’t it?” Akira said, sarcastically.
“It sure is.” Naomi responded.
Both looked at each other before giggling a bit. Moments later, when Akira stood up, he stretched his arms before turning to Naomi, he held his hand out to her.
“Let’s go home, then.” Akira said, a smile pasted on his face. Naomi was hesitant at first, but after her worries were calmed down by his gentil yet sweet smile, that was when she took hold of his hand, she squeezed it tightly.
The married couple began walking towards their home. As they walked past the children playing tag, Naomi had wrapped herself around Akira’s stomach, embracing it tightly. Akira looked at her, his smile shone even brighter. Both continued walking towards the exit.
When they arrived there, it was then that Naomi had gathered the courage to ask Akira something that had been on her mind. She had let go of her embrace, and now stood before him.
“Akira, can I ask you something?” she asked, her eyes glittered with resolve.
“Sure.” he responded, his gaze turned towards her.
“Who was that guy at the restaurant?” Naomi asked him.
Upon hearing that question, Akira’s expression darkened, his smile slowly faded, as the air around him became cold. Naomi hair stood on end, as she was slowly engulfed by his lifeless stare. He hadn’t said anything for a while, he stood there in complete silence. After what felt like an eternity was when he finally spoke up.
“Nobody..” he answered. He forced a smile, it lacked the light from moments ago, even Naomi could sense it. Akira began walking forward, leaving her behind. But Naomi wasn’t going to leave it at that, she knew he was hiding something from her.
“Are you sure? It sure looked like he knew you.” she pressed him further, part of her felt guilty but she had to, she needed to know for certain.
Akira stopped in his tracks, as he slowly turned his head slightly. His lifeless gaze started freaking her out, as goosebumps began spreading across her body.
“Leave it at that.. It’s for the better.” he said, as he continued walking.
You freaking…
Naomi cursed under her lip.
What do you mean it’s for the better?
Naomi asked herself, since she didn’t really get what he’d meant. Why was he so evasive about it? That was the question inside her mind. Maybe he didn’t want her to be involved with his private matters, but if that’s the case, then he’s basically admitting that
he
does know him.
Curiosity got the better of Naomi, as she wanted to know more about that man. If she can’t find out through him, then she’ll have to find it on her own. Her face lit up, as she grinned from ear to ear. However, as she looked at Akira’s back moving further away, it was then that she had a realization.
“Darling!” Her eyes sprung wide open, as she began calling out to Akira. He stopped, and turned around.
“What's wrong?” he said, as he looked surprised at her.
“Our stuff, I completely forgot about them!!” Naomi yelled out, as she began sprinting towards the restaurant they dined at. As she passed Akira, she held his hand, and dragged him to the place.
Once they arrived there, they opened the door, and entered. Most people had already left the place, it was almost vacant, except for the staff. Naomi had gone to one of the employees, and began explaining their situation.
After that employee told Naomi he didn’t know, despair began spreading through her core; She fell on her knees. Akira went towards her, and comforted her. Another staff member had come up to them, and urged them to come to the managers office.
When the manager presented them with their bags, Naomi had prostrated herself on the ground. The manager urged her to stand up, and gladly handed the bags to Akira. He placed his hand on Akira's shoulder, and said: ”Seems like you’ve found yourself a keeper. Make sure you protect her, alright?”.
As the couple left the building, the words of the manager were stuck in Akira’s mind.
I have to protect her, huh.
He smiled at the statement, hadn’t he already promised her that. Akira thought back about what happened an hour ago, he now knew that his childhood bullies were back in town. He’ll have to be extra careful now, so he can protect her.
I’ll make sure of it.
His resolve was now sturdier, as he began preparations for the worst to come.
No one knows how this will end, as it could only be decided by fate, but if it isn’t in Akira’s favor, he would make sure to change that with everything he’s got. |
"Magic. A gift from the Divine, bestowed upon those who are chosen to fight for the powerless from evil. But above all, to preserve the realm from annihilation caused by the threat of a truly malevolent entity…. The First Darkness. The Early Dissident. Khaos, the Primordial Opposition!"
The kids gathered to each other and shuddered when the storyteller mentioned the name. The name that their parents often used to warn them that Khaos would swallow them alive if they disobeyed their parents.
"But not all magicians exercised their powers as they should. Instead, they abused their magic to enslave people, oppress the weak, to fill their chests with gold, and stomachs with food.
Until one day, a man named Protos Eidon, thought he had had enough with the actions of those selfish, arbitrary wizards. He threw away his faith in the Silent Divine who gave them power and urged Khaos, the Primordial Opposition, to grant him its very own magic.
Khaos granted his request. Protos became a magician, the first bearer of the power of Khaos on earth. He then used his magic to defeat the misguided magicians, and free his people from oppression."
Those innocent eyes became intense. Their minds already travelled on the world of the tale the storyteller brought.
"However, the power of Khaos carries a price to pay. His magic was indeed very strong, but also extremely destructive, including for himself. Slowly, he whose initial ambition was to defeat the magicians, changed his course; to throw them away to
Hades!
Sending evil magicians to Hades did make Protos even more powerful. Unfortunately, it also drove him further away from his foremost goals. As a result, the corrosive nature of Khaos influenced him. He fought not for the welfare of his people, but solely to satisfy his addiction to kill!
He continued to slaughter other practitioners until there were no more of them left in his hometown except him, thus becoming the city's sole protector. However, Protos was not satisfied. He felt the other cities would need his help, too. So he invaded another city and killed its leader. And so Protos continued to conquer city after city while considering himself a saviour.
The people of the cities ruled by Protos rebelled against him, because some men who were not of their kind executed their leaders, who were not actually evil, then colonised them. They called for resistance across the country.
Protos who could not stand their unruly nature became enraged. He suppressed the rebels and their supporters. A magician turned from a saviour into an iron fist tyrant. He even cast his magic to
destroy an entire city in an instant!
All civilisations within were lost along with ashes. Protos became the one he swore to destroy."
The children who heard the story were moved. Some of them showed teary eyes of significant empathy, others were furious in their round, frowning faces.
"But be still and rejoice! For the Silent Divine does not ignore their cries. A magnanimous mighty king rose from the plains of Colchis. Aeëtes, the Son of the Sun, the Great Sorcerer, and the True King of the People, come to face Protos to stop his malevolent act of slaughter!"
The story of the storyteller was answered by happy cheers from the children when their legendary role model, King Aeëtes, was on the lips of the storyteller.
"Khaos' evil power was indeed very strong, but Aeëtes' magic came from the Silent Divine, the source of all power. Protos cast the sky black to prevent the sun shines through and blind King Aeëtes', but the king lit himself to be dazzling sun, burning Protos' own eyes! And so Protos also summoned the malicious souls from the Hades underworld gaping on the earth, but the king drowned the spirits with overflowing freshet, and destroy the underworld entrance with lightning bolts bestowed from the great Thunderkeeper! Through fierce battles and earth-shaping incantations, Aeëtes prevailed! The weakened Protos emitted a powerful magic wave, thus creating a dimensional tear toward Khaos' own embrace. Khaos pulled him into its domain, but before that, Protos uttered his last words.
'I will never lose! The power of my master has spread everywhere! The world will know order and peace only in Khaos!'
Aeëtes responded to him out loud. His words became the most legendary quote to this day—"
The children immediately shouted to cut the storyteller's words in unison.
"Khaos may shroud the world in the dark of night, but a speck of the Silent Divine's goodness will forever be the day of the world!"
They didn't even forget to put the word,
"Hooray"
at the end of the sentence. The storyteller replied with a smile.
"'There is no order without chaos, but chaos can never become order! Khaos may shroud the world in the dark of night, but a speck of the Silent Divine's goodness will forever be the day of the world!'
So Protos disappeared somewhere in the arms of the Primordial Opposition. Of course, the battle between the Silent Divine and Khaos did not end. Before disappearing, Protos managed to spread the magic seeds of Khaos to all corners of the world through his magic waves.
The impact changed the order of magic entirely. The world of thaumaturgy will never be the same again. Because of the emergence of magic seeds originating from Protos, a form of foreign, yet destructive magic was created, which we know as Black Magic.
Magicians who use this seed will multiply their magic power, and those who don't have magic will be given magical abilities like Protos. But both of them will be ruined by Khaos.
But fear not! Whoever is on the path of the Divine shall prevail against the champions of Khaos. They shall protect the survival of humanity and the universe, wherever, whenever. Forever. May the Silent Divine grant Eternal Peace to his servants! The end."
The thunderous applause from the tiny hands resounded throughout the entire class. The innocent cheers of a child boomed along, which then flooded the storyteller with many questions.
"Miss Alicia, Miss Alicia! Is King Aeëtes still alive?"
The storyteller called Alicia answered. "King Aeëtes has long experienced Eternal Peace, Dylon, thanks to his bravery in protecting the kingdom of Eretopeion from the threat of black magic."
Another child asked. "Miss Alicia? Does black magic still exist? Have you seen it?"
"Black magic, of course, still exists," Alicia replied. "But also the white magicians are still there to protect us, so worry not, alright, sweetheart? As for having seen black magic… I've only seen it from books, though. Black magic must be scary, so perhaps it's best we don't see it in person."
"Miss Alicia! I want to be like King Aeëtes! How can I become like King Aeëtes?"
"Good question Theophilus! Let's see! To be an excellent king, you have to be strong! So you have to be diligent in exercising and eating your vegetables. You also have to be smart, so don't forget to study hard and read books. What's another thing?" Alicia pretended to think. "Kindness! A righteous king should help his fellow men and be obedient to his parents. Do all that and maybe you will become like the very king himself!"
One child in the back row objected. He said, "One more, miss Alicia! To be like King Aeëtes, one must be able to cast magic! But Theophilus can't cast magic, so he can't become like King Aeëtes!"
Several children laughed at Theophilus, as a result, the child keep the ridicule in his heart and burst into tears.
Alicia hugged the tiny Theophilus and gently wiped her tears. "Oh, dear Theophilus. please don't cry, okay? You're a good boy." After comforting the child, Alicia put a serious face on the number of children who had laughed at him earlier.
"Kids. Just because you have magical abilities doesn't mean you can demean those who don't. Do you want to be like the evil wizards who were banished to Hades?"
They looked down in embarrassment easily, except for one kid who mocked Theophilus in the back. "But, King Aeëtes had magic, didn't he?"
"You don't have to have magic to follow the example of King Aeëtes. He was known for his generosity and sacrifice to protect his people. Magic is the only gift that helps him to achieve his goals, and you with your unique personality and talents can become like him in your own way! Now, please, would you apologise to Theophilus?
The child bravely immediately expressed his regret to Theophilus and hugged him. Incredible. Such a noble. No man could ever be like that. His prestige veins are too thick to be penetrated. The girl gave them her thumbs up and a big smile.
"Alright, kids. Our class ends here. So please, pack your things, make sure you leave nothing behind!"
"Awww," complained the children. They still wanted to hear more magical epics from her. "Come on, tell us more about those stories!"
"But it's already half-past twelve, you see." Alicia pointed at the clock on the wall. "Do you still want to be here to spend your summer holiday listening to fairytales?"
"Nevermind!" The students laughed simultaneously. []
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The summer heat made the weak Alicia to slowly open her eyes, only to be greeted by the sting of sunlight beaming through the windowpanes. She then blocked the light so it would not shoot down her already troubled eyes.
The sleeping beauty had risen from her slumber. She turned around and pulled her legs together as a simple stretch. Alicia moaned in the silence of her pillow. After a brief pause, the girl picked up the glasses on her bedside desk—something she did in reflex every time she woke up—and observed her surroundings. Alicia saw a very familiar room, her own bedroom. She let out a sigh of relief before she recalled something odd about her current state. The last thing she was conscious, she was at the cemetery in front of her two friends, with injuries and torn clothes on her body. She examined herself and saw that she was wearing the pyjamas she wore before she left. All of her wounds were covered with medical tape, including the scorching brand on her right hand, hidden in bandage wrapping. Realising something, her face turned red in an instant.
Who brought her home, changed her clothes, and cleaned her body? The pyjama, of course, could not be worn by itself! While Alicia was deep in thought, a melodious voice greeted her. She straight sat her body the moment she heard the sound and scanned the room one more time until she finally found its source. It was coming from the desk next to the spot she used to put her glasses. The orb was still intact with her in the room.
"Haw
, rise and shine, Orb," Alicia greeted in a voice that was still weak from exhaustion.
The orb replied to her in a slightly pressing tone.
"M-mid afternoon?" Alicia looked at the clock on her bedroom wall. Its hands showed the time of half-past three. Alicia hardly ever woke up that late. She then tried to move from the bed and took the magic ball. The ball was still radiating dim plasma energy dancing in it, but the afternoon sun dominated its glow. She tried to walk over and grabbed the door. Even with her wide glasses, her vision was still a little blurred. The way she walked was still staggering, but the girl still insisted on going to another room.
After a series of careful steps, she finally found the stairs and went to the ground floor. She saw her friend, Nadine, sitting in the family room, watching a random action big screen show in a home theatre. Nadine heard the footsteps and turned to find her eyes and Alicia's eyes staring at each other.
"Divine Mercy, there she is. Awright, ye
snoozie
bug?" Nadine stood up when she saw Alicia with her sleepy eyes, and her shoulder-length wavy hair was a little messy.
Alicia looked at Nadine with a smile. "Mornin' too, Nadine. Still a
wee wabbit
, but aye,
awright
. What are you watching?"
"This?" Nadine pointed at the telemedia screen. "Just random kino I found from your
da
's collection. Hope ye
dinnae
mind."
"Mind?
Naw
. Not at all. Make
yerself
home," Alicia chuckled.
"Oh, are you hungry? I'll make brunch for you."
"What? Nadine, there's no need to trouble yourself!" replied Alicia in her still weak sound.
"Don't be silly, hen. You barely have the energy to speak. Last night made us pure
wabbit
, you especially. So let
yer lassie
here make a classic Caledonian breakfast set for
ye
, like the one I made for myself and Gilmore."
"If that's the case… can you make it double? Sorry to bother you," Alicia said with a blushing smile.
Nadine reacted with her gentle smile as well. "Of course.
Noo
take a seat, hen. Scran is coming."
Alicia sat at the dining table and kept the ball on it. Nadine prepared all the ingredients from the frig and started to light the three stoves. It did not take long for her to heat the canned red beans on the first stove. On the second one, Nadine grilled sausages, lorne sausages, and black puddings, two servings of each. She used the last stove to roast tomatoes and saute mushrooms. All the sizzle sound and those sweet, meaty smells were the pleasure of senses to the Crimsonmane girl. While cooking, Nadine opened a conversation with Alicia in the kitchen.
"Looks like you're getting along with the sphere that you carry everywhere," said Nadine.
Alicia laughed a little in response. "Well, it greeted me when I woke up, and when I realised I was in my room, I brought the ball to check on the house."
"How wise."
"By the way, where's Gilmore?"
"Gilmore, eh? He's going to his house and mine to get our clothes," replied Nadine. "We're probably gonna have a sleepover for a few days, at least 'til
yer da
comes. And no, I won't take 'no' for answers. We don't know the true nature of that ball, so we can't just leave you alone."
The ball that received Nadine's words responded with a strain of voice.
"It said that the ball is friendly. It has become my friend and it will protect me. So you don't have to worry about me," said Alicia, who tried to translate the meaning of the ball's message.
"Naw, naw, baw.
Everyone can say that. But I've been friends with Alicia here for ages. I can't be easily replaced by a
hackit
baw
like
ye,
" retorted Nadine with a frown on her face, pointing at the ball.
Her bookworm pal chortled when hearing her annoyance talking to the magic ball, "Calm down, ball and Nadine. I'm sure you two can be pals and work together. And Nadine. As always, make yourself at home."
Nadine put the cooked red beans, tomatoes, and mushrooms on a plate, then continued to fry the eggs, while the other stoves were used to fry the portions of bacon and heat the scones.
"Uh, Nadine? I wanted to ask you. What happened to me after that incident at the funeral?"
"You blacked out right away, Alicia," Nadine replied. "After that, Gilmore carried you back to your bit. Your orb was a pure fash when carried. It's like it only wanted your hand to hold it. Gilmore and I had a hard time moving the ball because it always jolted us. So, Gilmore took off your cape and covered the orb with it as an insulator. Then I brought it home."
"I see," Alicia went silent for a moment, then asked again curiously. "B-but! W-who changed my clothes and cleaned my body then?"
"Why, it's Gilmore, of course! I mean, who else?" answered Nadine with a little teasing. "He was in a tremendous panic when you got hit by that orb and buried under the ruins. We couldn't just put you in bed with clothes full of dirt and grime, could we? So when we got home, he immediately took off your clothes and bathed you in the bathtub. He also put on your pyjamas and treated your wounds. Who would've thought a boar like him was quite gentle to take care of you? I was surprised too you didn't even notice him brushing yer body!"
Hearing such words, Alicia, who was drinking, almost spat out her drink. Her eyes were wide open, her body trembled, and her visage turned red like boiled shrimp. "Hah!? G-G-Gil-Gilmore? You're kidding!
Y-y-yer
bum's oot the windae!
Stop lying,
Nadine!"
The orb on the table gave a signal to her.
"S-she doesn't lie?
Orb, not another
haver
from you too! No! No way! Gil-Gilmore… staring at my body...."
"See, even your magic ball is an eyewitness," Nadine turned to Alicia with a grin and then glanced at the sphere in admiration before focusing back on her cooking. She never thought the ball was smart enough to play along with her pranks.
"N-no…," the girl went limp and imagined her ruined day with a blank stare. That Willy "Gily" bastard. He must be in great triumph after seeing her naked body. And to make things worse, it was the same man who bathed her. Alicia could not imagine when Gilmore tried to touch her body parts. She was still unconscious at that time! What was his reaction when he saw her body? Did he take advantage of the odds when Alicia was insensible in the bathtub? The more she imagined it, the more her soul was drawn from her body.
Nadine looked toward her shocked friend and made a loud guffaw.
"Hey! I was playing with ye!
Clerty, clerty,
Alicia, yer so innocent. There's no way I could just let
yon
big
yin
bathe you!" Nadine said so with her loose laugh still tucked into it. Alicia was still trying to understand Nadine's words with furrowed brows and a gaping mouth.
"S-so… Gilmore didn't actually see me naked?"
"I don't know. Maybe not?"
"Nadine!"
"Okay, okay, Alicia, calm down." Nadine laughed again. "I'm the one who did all the treatment. Gilmore was on guard to make sure no one was following us."
"But! Orb…?"
"Looks like your new friend knows how cute you are when you're being bullied."
Alicia looked at the ball in disbelief. The ball only emitted laughter like the first time they met. She covered her face with her hands while slowly lowering them away.
"You guys really made me have to imagine that, eh?"
"Well, you and Gilmore are used to sharing vulgar jokes and content, aren't you?" Nadine teased her again. Alicia did not know where to put her face. "You're quite... Ah
dinnae
ken, a raunchy?"
Alicia turned her face, still completely red it was. "Uh, okay Nadine. I think it's time we talk about something else."
Suddenly, the door of her house opened, and a deep voice was heard. Alicia looked like she was being electrocuted when her ears caught a very familiar voice. What a coincidence. Gilmore just returned.
"I'm home! Uh, not home, I mean, I'm Alicia's home! Nadine, where are ye?" Gilmore shouted from the front door as he stepped inside.
"In the kitchen! Hey, hurry and see who's just got up!" replied Nadine from the kitchen. It did not take long for Gilmore to enter the cookroom and see Alicia sitting at the left of the dining table with a blush on her face. Gilmore's eyes lit up when he saw her being well.
"Alicia?
Alicia!"
Gilmore exclaimed with a big grin. His arms opened wide and almost hugged her, but this time he was wise enough not to crush her bones like before, considering his little friend still had to recover her body.
"G-G-Gilmore! H-hi! Ah… Uh… yer, yer back!" The girl responded by stammering and blushing. She seemed to get nervous looking at him after listening to Nadine's joke, which made her imagination run wild.
"Hmmm? What's with that
reid
face, hen? Ye look like you're looking at a pervert—"
"Och, n-no-nothing, Gilmore! I… I'm fine. J-just tired, you know, so tired I get startled easily when you scream out like that!" Alicia answered, then pretended to laugh. And Gilmore, as usual, believed the lie.
"Is that so? Apologies, my lady. I'll lower my voice. But what matters is ye look
belter!"
Gilmore patted her shoulder and laughed out loud. Alicia also responded with a fake chuckle. Nadine was just behind them and chuckled at their strange behavior as well. After a while, she had finished arranging the meal. Scones, meat sausages, lorne sausages, black pudding, red beans, tomatoes, mushrooms, and a pair of sunny side up. All served hot. The matchless fusion of heavenly dishes.
"Food is ready. Please enjoy, my lady!" Nadine delivers food to Alicia like a palace maid serving her queen. Alicia looked at the delicious dish. Her mouth might only reveal a fleeting smile, but her shining eyes showed her delight at the appearance of the very appetising cuisine. She wasted no time. The girl immediately took a fork and knife, then stabbed and sliced the juicy sausage, delivering it straight into her mouth. After tasting that cylindrical minced pork encased in intestines, she devoured the rest of the food faster than sound. Nadine and Gilmore, who had been sitting at the dinner table, looked at her like someone who hadn't eaten in days. Never have they ever witnessed such an appetite in their little pal. Not in Howlett's meat buffet, not in a classy restaurant, not anywhere. But they let Alicia enjoy her meal. Alicia just did not care and kept munching all the
scran
to where she no longer paid any attention to table manners. She had forgotten the knife on her plate and used her right hand instead for a scone, while her left hand held a fork that stabbed the black pudding.
The starved did not eat long.
Two servings of the Caledonian breakfast sets were gone, not generous enough to leave any leftovers. A record for Alicia, apparently. It seems like what Nadine said. Last night's incident really drained her strength until she passed out.
After eating all the food, the languid girl now looked radiant, as she should have by the eyes of the captivated. []
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More terms in case you read something unfamiliar:
Yon
: That
Big Yin
: Big One
Belter:
Fine, outstanding
Scran:
Food
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And that’s how I ended up in an isekai.
…Just kidding.
The car didn’t even hit me, but part of me wondered if it did, and I had been sent to hell.
After what I just witnessed, my jaw would’ve probably hit the floor had I been a cartoon character.
But I wasn’t.
Sinful Shadow, however, was closer to being one than me.
And yet here he was, flesh and blood, standing in front of me asking if I was hurt as I held onto a stranger’s little dog for dear life.
“...Y-You… Can’t be………
Are
you…?”
I could hear my voice tremble as I fumbled for words, unsure if this was just some sick joke from a cosplayer that was somehow familiar with my unpublished, personal work from middle school.
Unlikely.
Although, now that I think of it…
It’s not like my design was too original in the first place.
I just took bits and pieces from every anime character I thought was cool at the time and made my own chimera of edginess.
Admittedly, I went overboard with the bandages and the belts and… everything.
So more than likely, this kid wasn’t cosplaying my character at all.
“Me?”
He said, then proceeded to cover half of his face with his hand.
“Hehe. I see. Of course you wouldn’t know me. I move through the darkness, like a shadow, like the echo of nightfall—”
“WATCH OUT!!”
The lady with the dog’s matching raincoat suddenly yelled at us, and all I saw behind this kid’s back were a pair of headlights coming in at full speed, tires screeching as the driver hit the brakes to avoid killing us.
It couldn’t stop on time because of the rain, and as it swerved around I saw it hit the edgy kid at full speed, pushing him away like a baseball hitting a home run faster than light.
“Holy shit!?”
Thankfully the car skidded to a full stop before it reached me, no doubt cushioned by that hit, so I rushed to pick my now sober ass off the ground, staggering as I held onto the dog.
I ran to the sidewalk as fast as I could to where the cosplayer had been sent flying, handed the dog to that woman, then rushed to check on the kid.
His unconscious body was lying halfway on the other side of the sidewalk.
“Hey! Are you alright!?”
I knelt next to him, shaking his shoulders and examining his body for injuries.
His eyes were closed, and he didn’t answer.
It was too dark and rainy and his clothes were all black, so it was hard to tell if he was bleeding or not.
I could hear behind me the woman with the dog calling an ambulance.
The two drivers were also discussing the situation from afar.
The little dog wouldn’t stop barking.
The rain felt loud in my eardrums, and my glasses were so foggy I could barely see.
It was chaos.
It was destruction.
But it was also somewhat… Exciting.
…Wait, I shouldn’t think that, huh.
This was a very real, very ugly situation we were in right now.
This kid came out of nowhere and now he’s unconscious; regardless of who he really is, he saved my life without question.
I couldn’t simply leave him here all alone after that. I owed him.
I’ve never been in a situation like this before, so I wasn’t sure if it was safe to move him, or lift his head, but at least I felt like I had to check if he was still alive.
Man, what a horrible thing to do.
My body was pumping adrenaline like crazy, and the loud, cold downpour wasn’t really helping in any way.
I reached my hand to his face, hesitantly.
I moved the dark bangs away from his forehead, and just as I thought, he was wearing an eyepatch right under it.
Exactly like
him
.
I groaned.
“Come on, kid… You can’t die right now. I have a ton of questions for you…”
But he didn’t answer.
A loud crash of thunder rumbled in the sky.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes.
“!!”
I gasped, feeling my heart race again. But before I could say another word, he sprung to his feet as if nothing had happened.
“H-Hey, take it easy!”
I reached my hand up to him to signal him to stay put, but all he did was look around quickly with his head from side to side, as if looking for something.
That’s when I noticed the blood coming from his chest.
“Where is it!? Where’s Soul Killer!?”
He didn’t seem to notice, and was still frantically looking all around for something.
“I don’t think you should be moving— ...Ah.”
…Wait a sec.
Soul Killer?
I know that name.
…No way.
That’s the edgy name I gave to Sinful Shadow’s scythe, isn’t it?!
My stomach turned immediately.
“The ambulance is on its way now,” said the lady with the dog, but I barely heard her.
I was staring up at this kid as he tried to squint through the rain and the dark looking for the weapon he used to slice the car in half.
“H-Hey… You’re bleeding, you shouldn’t move so much…”
“What?” He snapped his head to look at me, surprised.
He quickly started touching from his stomach upwards, until he reached his chest. When he felt the wound, he pulled his hand away from himself and raised it.
His eyes went wide.
He was trembling at the sight of blood on his palm, as if scared.
“N-No… How could this… be?”
It looked like he was about to cry, or scream, or… ah.
No, no.
What was it again?
There was
something
…
I made Sinful Shadow do
something
at the sight of blood, but I can’t remember what…
“Hah… Hahaha…”
He started laughing. And it was slowly growing darker and more maniacal.
“Fuck…”
Now I remember. I made him go crazy at the sight of his own blood!
He’d go berserk and attack the enemy, but there was no enemy here, it was an accident!
If this truly was Sinful Shadow, there’s no way this could end well.
I quickly rose to my feet.
He slapped his bloody hand on his face, laughing behind it.
I felt like dying at the cringe.
“Hey…”
He didn’t listen. His laughter slowly grew louder. He lifted his head to the sky, still covering his face as he did, his other arm wide open as if embracing the darkness that was about to devour him.
The drivers from all the cars involved and the lady with the dog looked at us with concern, and I could feel my face heat up with embarrassment.
“Hey…”
I called to him again, but he didn’t stop laughing.
“HEY!”
More evil laughter.
I could feel the lady walking closer. I was not ready to get involved with a weirdo, but I also couldn’t leave him alone yet, so I took a deep breath before yelling.
“SINFUL SHADOW!”
Thunder.
His laughter stopped.
He was frozen in place.
And before he could look at me, or question me, or before anyone else approached us, I did something bad.
With my hand as a dagger I poked him right on his wound.
He groaned loudly before collapsing again, probably from the pain.
I caught him before he hit the pavement, scared out of my wits that I might have killed him with that little stunt.
In the distance, I could hear the sirens of the ambulance approaching. |
After finishing dinner and cleaning up the rest, Alicia went upstairs and got ready to take a bath. After filling the bathtub with water, Alicia submerged herself into it. Relishing the warmth of the water flowing through her nerves, her calm thoughts are dragged back again to her previous concerns. Regarding the future, what was the next path she should take? She has been obsessed with thaumaturgy for most of her entire life, even though she knew well that she could not even flow mana to alter the fabric of reality on a small scale.
She did not seem to have an excuse to find a new hobby that makes sense to her. So, she tried to reflect on herself back to school days to remember whatever things she thought she was very good at, while immersing part of her face in the water. This was in her thought: She showed some proficiency in math, maybe she could major in applied mathematics, or architecture. But as clever as she was, she could not even stand the sight of dancing numbers for hours that could penetrate the defences of her round glasses.
What about science? Biology, physics, and chemistry. There was a fondness in her to study the anatomy of living things, especially humans who have "magic genes"—a term that probably she made herself. She might find something about how magic works in its entirety in a biological setting. She could work with physics to study how the structure of reality could be changed by magic. Chemistry was probably Alicia's best expertise. Her abilities could help her become a great alchemist—a profession near to a real wizard.
She then thought of Social Sciences. History! She loves history. Especially the history of thaumaturgy. She always sneaked into her mother's private library to read books about numerous variation of magics. One of the good times she had was when her mother read her a magic encyclopaedia as her bedtime story. Strange choice of fairytale topic indeed, but who could ever blame a little girl with a sincere fondness?
Interesting,
she thought. Alicia nodded to herself in the water. She could become a philosopher, or an archaeologist looking for ancient magical artifacts. Maybe it could help her learn the unsolved mysteries of magical practices, or a way to gain magical powers?
Good idea!
Alicia nodded a second time. It turned out that enjoying the warmth of her bath made it easier for her to clear her distracted mind, rather than being exposed to direct summer beam in school uniform.
After concluding that there were many great opportunities for her in the future, a sense of optimism bloomed within her once more. However, she still had to choose only one among them. But that was for another day. Alicia wanted to enjoy her luxurious, rewarding time for now.
The time had reached ten o'clock at night. After making sure all the doors and windows were securely locked, Alicia went back upstairs to her room. She jumped onto the bed, felt the softness of the mattress, and began to squirm in it, feeling every comfort it had to offer. Alicia then took out her portable device and started looking for the
interactive play
she wanted to play. She opened her favourite multiplayer interactive play title, and invited her two best friends, Nadine and Gilmore, to enter the match. But the two did not reply to her message. She then checked out the status of her two friends. It seemed that they were not active in the network.
"Hmm…," Alicia was a little confused, as both of them should have been active by now. She thought maybe they were working on something else or spending time with their family.
A lovely family they have,
she then opined. She then switched to watching
moving pictures
from her device, because she was not good at playing and she also could not stand all those toxic behaviours of other players. Especially, if they knew that Alicia was a girl.
Totally, she needed to keep that intel classified.
Upon opening the title selections, her eyes fell on a film that made them sparkle, showing an interest in it. She turned off her bedroom light to watch the flick that only she and the darkness knew what it was.
Just as she was about to experience the flick, a dazzling light pierced through her bedroom window, accompanied by a roaring sound powerful enough to make her startle and get goosebumps.
BAM!
Alicia, who was almost stunned, dropped her console. Her hands trembled for a moment before eventually grasping the blanket and trying to hide under it.
"Ellie's wrath! What is that?"
She immediately jumped out of bed. Half shocked and scared, she tried to peek at the window. The light was quite dazzling, but she could see the object that emitted the light stayed still in the sky, like it was watching her house.
What on earth is that? Full moon? Too bright even for a full moon!
Not only glared, the object that radiated a bluish light also gave off some kind of plasma energy stream, dancing around it with a bluish green colour.
Is this some kind of magic spell? Could it be that someone wanted to break into the Crimsonmane estate? Or worse! Is it preparing to invade the town?
Instead of hiding, Alicia grew curious and hurried out of the room, down the stairs in her pyjamas, and opened the front door for a better look. The lighting was dim because she had switched off most of the lights in the building.
As she unlocked the door, two shadowy figures were standing in front of her!
Alicia, who was in a hurry, was now shocked to death. She screeched, then collapsed to the floor with her buttocks hitting the floor first. The figures in the shadows apparently were Nadine and Gilmore, who were also surprised as Alicia opened the door. They did the screaming too, but not as loud as Alicia herself.
"What's wrong with you both!"
snapped Alicia after she groaned in pain. "I was about to hit the alarm! You know what in the world happens if I accidentally hit the alarm?"
Gilmore squeaked nervously. "Roasted alive?"
"Ye
damn right were roasted alive! Divine Mercy, you two. What are you doing here at this hour, anyway?"
Alicia was still trying to catch her messy-rhythm breath, while holding her chest with her left hand.
They knew well what kind of speel they were talking about
. Mus Insidias
, the magic defence of the Crimsonmane estate, was indeed a common defence used by wizards to cast in their homes. A fairly simple spell but quite difficult to break, even for fellow wizards who wanted to break through. Whoever entered the area protected by the spell without permission will feel extreme anxiety and other strange feelings, for the mana flowing in the area disrupts the hormones in the intruder's body. If, in a pinch, the caster could cast the
Urere
spell to make the flow of manna to slowly roast the intruder alive. Should one did not come out immediately, it would not take long for the intruder to turn to ashes. Since Alicia could not use magic, her father gave her a magic tool that could trigger alarms and activate the spell manually.
"We know, Alicia. I'm sorry, very, very sorry!" Nadine pleaded with Alicia while giving her hand to help her up. "We
didnae
mean to scare you, hen, not this time. We were just about to chap the door and you suddenly opened it."
Alicia looked at Nadine and Gilmore for a moment with a sullen face, then closed her eyes and exhaled. She took Nadine's hand and then stood up. She flicked her pyjamas to remove any dirt or dust that might have stuck to it. She let the two in so that the effects of the magic that messed with their guts could be undone.
"Well actually, we wanted to take
ye
to Café Dandelion-Eight in the middle of town.
Ye ken, havin'
good
craic,
enjoying
braw
evenin' breeze," Gilmore replied.
Alicia looked at Gilmore with a look on her face as if to say, "
Huh? Ye what?"
after he said the last sentence. What did "
braw evenin' breeze"
even mean? She then tried to wake her mind by shaking her head after falling asleep with Gilmore's pretentious yet miserably failed poetic words.
She answered again, saying,
"Yer
off
yer heid.
Asking me to have the
craic
late at night? You know Papa won't allow me."
"But your papa isn't home, right?" said Nadine.
"How did you know?"
"Because one; ye opened the door, and then you squealed, and then you talked to us.
Yer da didnae
even come to answer the
stramash,"
Gilmore said while pointing an index finger as if he was counting.
"Two," Gilmore stuck out his middle finger. "I saw Baron Trinketshore's engine carriage went to the border, means he's out of town. That's simple logic, Alicia." Gilmore said while pointing his head with his two fingers earlier.
"Aye, we did want you for
wee craic
at the café," said Nadine. "That was before we saw that weird, shining
bonkers
," while pointing at "the moon" behind the window, she added again. "We continued to follow the object until it stopped right in the middle of the old cemetery to the west of town. It was strange because when Gilmore came to pick me up, he saw nothing there."
Nadine's house was indeed on the west end outside the city limits of Trinketshore, after passing the cemetery complex.
"Got goosebumps when I saw that weird flash of light, to be honest. But we decided to head over to yer house so we can see it together," Gilmore continued.
"You saw a strange object in the sky, right above the cemetery, and instead of rushing to report to the civil guard, you wanted to drag me to it?" asked Alicia, more curious.
"Well,
yer
a pure
canty
when it comes to magic and but, are
ye
not? Are
ye nae
curious to find out what kind of magic it is up close? Sure
ye
could find a thing or two about it."
"And I'm sure it will hit us like a bloody meteor, killing us instantly if we're anywhere near it," Alicia replied.
"And I'm pretty sure it won't hit any of us. Look at that thing, glowing the blue light after all! Isn't that one bonnie lass? She
doesnae
emit pure
hackit
red glow, purple glow, or anything. She's an absolute
braw
magic!"
"And I'm pretty sure the colour of the light doesn't prove anything."
"And I'm pretty sure you
cannae
prove it's a bloody weapon either—Oh
c'mon
, pal, it's okay!
Dinnae
fash
yerself
, I'll
gie
it
laldy
to protect
ye.
All my heart and soul, O Alicia Crimsonmane! Look, got myself a scout knife," said Gilmore while pulling out his scout knife in a showy sense, like pulling the Sword Excalibur out of its scabbard. An honest and innocent attempt to calm his little friend and persuade her to come with him.
Seeing Alicia and Gilmore arguing like children, Nadine stopped them.
"Alright, that's enough,
wee bairns!
Tell you what! Alicia,
ye
want to see it or
naw?
Answer now!" Nadine began to show her assertive leadership traits.
Alicia had a dilemma after hearing her question. On one hand, she was absolutely curious about the floating sphere that radiated such dazzling light. It did give those who saw it goosebumps, but it was not as if they were being hunted by a beast or alike. It was a sense of awe. The energy released by that object also flowed a graceful dance, akin to dancing spirits. Beautiful scenery to look at. A sight that, instead of scaring people away, drew them closer.
On the other hand, the flying sphere was in a peculiar position. At the graveyard? Why on earth was that thing hovering in the middle of the grave of bones? It was possible that the sphere was resurrecting the undead to hunt and eat the brains of the townspeople!
"What if... what if something bad happens?"
"We'll protect you, hen. Like we always have," replied Nadine again firmly, but also gave off a gentle impression at the same time.
Alicia thought for a moment, then sighed. She finally made up her mind. "Well, looks like this only happens once in a lifetime," said Alicia. "Would be a pity if we missed it for closer inspection. After all, with such bright light, the entire folks would be showing up around the graveyard eventually."
"Fucking
yaldy!"
Gilmore exclaimed.
"Although I have to tell you this, Liz," Nadine said after Gilmore showed his excitement. "During our way to your home, we couldn't find a single person reacting after that flash of light. In fact, there was no one in the town, felt like a bloody necropolis. I doubt people would even gather there."
"Oh...," Alicia gulped. "You sure about that? It would be very worrying then."
"If you're still fashed, maybe we can just stay at your home until morning, at least until it's gone," replied Nadine.
"
Argh!
Alright! Alright, we're going! But if anything suspicious happens, please, let's just leave. I still love my life."
Alicia then turned around and ascended the stairs.
"Let me change my clothes first, then we can go," she went to her room and changed her pyjamas, then put on a white sweater and red plaid peg pants. She took a waist bag which was enough to hold one book and stationery. The bag was facing back as she put it on. She also went for a red hooded cloak, with tassels running along the bottom side of it. The cloak was a gift from Ailsa, her mother, on her tenth birthday. She knitted it herself and cast a powerful protective spell. Her mother advised her little princess to use it solely in dire situations, for the hood can only activate the defensive spell three times. Alicia felt that this little adventure could be potentially disastrous, so wearing it would not hurt. She tied the cloak under her neck, leaving the hood unused.
Then, she regrouped with her two friends, who were waiting in the living room. "Let's go." []
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There are some terms that some of you might not understand. I list some of them here and their meanings:
Interactive play:
Not necessarily a dialect term.
It is a term for something that could be played interactively on screen—akin to our video game.
Moving pictures:
Movies. I guess most of you already know this.
Chap
: Knock.
Braw: Nice, good, pleasing, pleasant, handsome.
Yer off yer heid: You're off your head/You're crazy.
Da: A short for "Dad".
Stramash:
Clamor, fuss, commotion.
Canty:
Cheerful, pleasant.
Hackit:
Bad, ugly.
Dinnae fash yerself:
Don't fash yourself
Cummoan:
Come on.
I'll gie it laldy: Ganbarimasu!/
I'll give my best.
Naw
: No.
Yaldy:
A term for expressing excitement or joy.
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You don't have to have magic to follow the example of King Aeëtes.
She had no idea if the sentence really came out from her heart, or if it was just a wordplay to adjudicate some kindergartners. It was true that each person possesses unique talents besides magic and shares the same opportunity to change the world. The problem lay when not everyone accepted themselves as they were if it was not what they expected. The storyteller still had not quite accepted herself as she was. She ate her own words.
As she walked down the path to her home, the mind of the storyteller named Alicia was replaying. The footpath she traversed offered the view of a hill full of waving weeds and a small town from a distance. The scene depicted the crowds and silence blending together in summer, but it was harmonious with the daydreaming face of that lovely young lady.
Walking with her wild thoughts dancing everywhere, she was still pondering. Could she bring about significant changes without magic? Because as far as she knew, the world she lived in didn't seem to uphold that idea. Could she be something even though she differed from his kin? Would bliss ever come to her if she was not the magician her clan expected her to be?
Her mind then switched to the fact that she had completed the final test at her acceleration school and would graduate in the near future. What was her next step? How would she spend the summer? Which education did she want to pursue? What career did she want to choose? Working for Magisterium of Arcane Plane like her mother surely was not an option. For someone as knowledgeable as her, she did not seem to have a clear direction for her future. All those wide-open career opportunities did not seem to excite her, and the girl was still seeking any meaning in life. All the contents of her thought made her forget the world for a moment. Her legs kept moving as if moving on their own, not caring about the sweat dripping from her forehead and slowly trickling down, nor how hot it was to wear a two-layer uniform with a blue suit, white shirt, and long tie, a grey skirt with tartan print and black pantyhose. Normal people would have taken off their coats and loosened their ties, or found the nearest water source and immersed themselves in it for a while because it was that hot.
Two other students, a boy, and a girl, seemed to be watching Alicia from quite a distance. They wore the same uniform, but they were not accelerated students like the girl. The girl student, named Nadine Evans, had dark skin, with curly and fluffy hair. Her body was sturdy, her eyes were sharp like blades, and her stature was firm. Army
protégé
? Maybe. Meanwhile, the boy one, Gilmore Murray, was taller and more muscular. Perhaps a
protégé
as well, but his nature was as relaxed as a dissident soldier.
Gilmore took off his jacket and wrapped it around his right shoulder. his tie was loose, and he unbuttoned a few top buttons on his shirt to let the summer breeze come in. Gilmore, however, did not like his uniform. It was oversized, even making him look like an obese uncle.
They stalked the girl in front. Nadine gave a hand gesture, pointing at the girl, demonstrating the person walking with her finger, then kept her index finger in front of her mouth and made a scary mannerism to Gilmore, implying to approach the girl secretly and startle her from behind. Gilmore nodded with a grin, then the two of them made their move. How surprised it was, to Alicia did not turn her neck a single degree due to Gilmore's loud footsteps and Nadine's repeated slapping for him to make his step slower. She then patted the girl's shoulders with both hands, and gripped them quite tightly, as if snatching prey.
"Got ye, yer delicious Crimsonmane wean!"
Alicia screamed and jumped up in surprise. Her legs almost lost their balance, making her nearly fall. Luckily, her hands were fast enough to land and support her body from falling to the ground completely. Nadine and Gilmore laughed back at her.
"Works every time," said Gilmore.
"Nadine! Gilmore! Not funny!"
"The Sunchester Vampire joke isn't funny," Nadine retorted. "But your reactions always tickle my stomach, and I'll never be deterred. You better be on the lookout for another surprise, Alicia."
Alicia sat with her hands behind her back, supporting her body. "And putting me in danger of having a heart attack at any moment? What a
caring
friend." Her face scowled at the sight of her two friends.
"Oh, come on, don't frown like that. Yer heart won't beat faster than Gilmore's when he does his extreme workout," Nadine replied.
"
Naw, naw
. Let her frown. She's a pure
bonnie
when she frowns." Gilmore answered with a wide smile.
"Hold your
whisht
Gilmore, you freak," Alicia replied half annoyed, whereas he was getting more and more excited. "And can you please stop making Sunchester Vampire jokes again, I beg you? That's really not funny. Lots of kids have fallen victim to those vampire attacks."
"Aw, come on. How many times I tell ye Sunchester Vampire is just a pure
haver?"
said Gilmore.
"What do you mean
'haver'?
Did I
nae
tell you I almost died being kidnapped by that vampire while we were camping? And Mama caught it when she took me on a work trip in Glasnagour? And this is the first time you said the Sunchester vampires aren't real. Don't tell me ye dinnae remember it," Alicia replied.
"Wait, did
ye?
Hmm.
Ye
have
hunners
tragic stories to tell about
yerself
, so much I
cannae
even remember when ye told something other than 'near-death, almost kidnapped, blah blah blah'," Gilmore laughed.
Nadine then nudged Gilmore in the stomach to stop making her friend angrier. "Ouch! What was that for?" Gilmore groaned in pain.
"Of course not all of them,
bampot!
She also has a lot of fun stories. She's not some kind of
bairn
with an abusive family—" Nadine corrected her words "—main family, to be precise."
Nadine turned back to Alicia. "But maybe you're right, Alicia. Oh, poor Alicia, forgive us. How could we bother such a good, fragile and sweet
lass
like you? Here, let me hug you!" said Nadine seductively, pulling Alicia's hand to help her up, then holding her as if Alicia was a precious child who needs protection. "Don't worry,
hen!
We'll
craic
a more civilised joke, my
wee
angel."
Alicia tried to release her embrace. "Stop that," she replied with a slightly blushing face. They finally made their way to Trinketshore, the small town where they lived.
"By the way, where have you been? Must be volunteering at the kindergarten complex again, aren't you?" asked Nadine. "Didn't you take the final exam?"
"I did this morning. It was
awright."
"Wow, definitely passed in the first place, as usual. Congratulations, Miss!"
Alicia just glanced at Nadine with her eyes slightly wide open.
"Hm? What is there to congratulate? I just finished the exam, not passed yet."
"Of course, you'll pass," Gilmore replied. "An absolute
canny
like Alicia Crimsonmane, not passing an exam is an anomaly. After all, this is yer last exam in high school, while we're still stuck there for another year,
scunnered."
"So, what's next?" Nadine asked, "I mean, your next education? You know, your next Uni, next major?"
She tilted her head slightly upwards as if her eyes were immune to the scorching rays of Phoebus. "That's the problem. I don't know. Nothing has really caught my attention yet." Alicia thought for a while, then continued with a slight smile on her lips. "I just don't know, hen. Guess I still need some time to think about it, and now isn't the time. The only thing I can think of right now is to rest after a series of exams and taking care of gruelling preschoolers."
"That explains the
dreich
face. It's like
yer
exam burden
hasnae
gone at all." Gilmore said.
Nadine slightly furrowed her brows. "Don't you already have to choose a university or at least a job by now? Summer holidays will feel faster than we thought, you know?"
"Och! Och! Och! Ah ken
why she
hasnae
found a major that appeals to her," Gilmore interrupted with an enthusiastic face, and his index finger pointed at the sky as if he had managed to read the mind of the round bespectacled girl. "That's because... there's no major to be a magician! Ye ken… Alicia… Crimsonmane… MAGIC?" after saying so, Gilmore continued to laugh out loud in a slightly sarcastic tone. Alicia just sighed as she rolled her eyes to the side.
Nadine then scolded him, "Gilmore, come on. There's no need to bring up sensitive topics like being a practitioner to her. Why you love being a
tadger?"
"Sorry, sorry… I was just joking. Just wanted to get along with conversation,
ye ken?"
Gilmore replied in a slightly sorry tone for being reprimanded by Nadine.
After pondering for a while, Alicia smilingly replied, "Actually, it doesn't matter Gilmore, yer right. It's hard to express one's deepest desires to others without overthinking that it will hurt one's own feelings. Even to those closest to them. But if I do not disclose it, it's not good for my mental health, either. To be honest, I haven't moved on about being a magician yet." She turned to Gilmore as she walked. "So thank you for helping me express what I want easily, Gilmore. I know I can count on you to tell me everything, in honesty," Alicia laughed sincerely. Gilmore, amazed and slightly moved, immediately performed a tight bear hug on her.
"Oh, Alicia! How can you think of saying something like that? If only the whole world acted like ye!
"
"G-Gilmore! Y-you're making me sick…," Alicia admonished him, accompanied by shortness of breath and headache; all was to pull Gilmore's consciousness, which was in ecstasy on her, back to the mortal realm.
Too bad Gilmore was still deaf. "You know what? Screw the royal guards! I'll become your forever knight!" Gilmore kept hugging her up, spinning about seven times.
"Gilmore, you're crushing her like a bloody weapon,
ye eejit!"
Nadine screamed in panic, seeing his carelessness could kill some people.
"Shite! Sorry, Alicia," he lowered her back to the ground. Alicia bent down with her hand along Nadine's shoulder, and the other grabbed her thigh while trying to catch her breath. After that, she corrected the position of her glasses, which were on one side. "Wow. What a stifling ride," the triplets laughed and continued their journey.
"But seriously, Liz," Nadine said to Alicia. "You don't need to be discouraged just because you're not like the rest of your family. I mean, you're the smartest girl I know in Trinketshore! With your achievements to date, the opportunities out there are booming, wide open waiting for you. You know you can change the world without saying '
abracadabra'
or anything, right? Trust me, when you choose the right path in your life, you'll even forget that you've ever dreamed of becoming a witch from the House of Crimsonmane. You won't be living in your family's shadow. But of course, take your time to find out what your purpose is, hen. Just remember, the people out there will always need your talents."
Alicia's sincere grin came out while replying to Nadine's words. "Funny that I've heard the short version of it recently."
"From whom?"
"Uh, nevermind," she giggled. Nadine looked at her, puzzled, but decided to ignore it, anyway.
Alicia put her left hand on Nadine's shoulder while her right hand only reached for Gilmore's waist for his towering body. "Ah, I never know what it feels like if I don't know, pals. But I do, so... lucky me!"
Alicia, Nadine, and Gilmore finally entered the city. Alicia stood still for a moment while the others preceded her.
"So, you're going straight home?" Alicia asked her two friends.
"Eh… Yes, of course. What is it?" Nadine asked back.
"Meat buffet at Howlett's? My treat."
"Ye
what?" Both friends answered in unison in disbelief. However, Gilmore comes with a more expressive face. His piercing gaze pierced Alicia's glasses, wishing she was not kidding about treating the meat buffet.
"Well, I've just finished my final exam, you remember?" Alicia slightly blushed, but her sweet smile still did not go away. She scratched the back of her head, trying to find the right words for the next sentence. "All the activities and trips back home this summer really made me done in. Let's take a break to eat and recover our strength for a while. Meanwhile, Gilmore might be able to eat all kinds of meat there all the way to its ranch. I heard that swordsmanship training is so strenuous that it requires all the acceptable protein to train properly!" Alicia continued giggling.
"Yas! Proteins!"
Gilmore shouted, followed by laughter from the girls. "If yer not fast enough,
dinnae
think yer getting any meat, not even the bones!" Gilmore immediately bolted to the restaurant location.
"Aye! Keep running,
ye
muscle brain! While we're going to eat somewhere else, and you'll have to pay the entire farm for all the meat you eat!" shouted Nadine in a loud voice. Alicia broke her laugh at her friend's words.
For a moment, seeing the behaviour of her two best friends, made Alicia remember when she and her family had just moved to the small town of Trinketshore and had met them both when they were young. Little Alicia was very shy and didn't want to get along with anyone because she was often bullied. She only clung to her mother all the time. Her mother wisely encouraged him to venture out to make friends in his new home with an allegory.
If those in the west reject you, keep going eastward, until you find more people accepting you along the way than in the west. Keep walking east, and you'll be in the west,
that was what she said.
Remembering his mother's advice brought a sense of longing. But Alicia knew that her mother did not want her to be trapped in a sadness that takes her nowhere. A promise that Alicia made to herself—which she kept working on—to continue to live her life to the fullest so the fewer regrets she would have.
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There are some terms that some of you might not understand. I list some of them here and their meanings:
Wean/Bairn
: A child, a kid.
Hold your whist/wheest
: A statement to ask someone to be quiet.
Bonnie
: Beautiful, charming.
Haver
: A nonsense/gibberish talk.
Dinnae
: Do not (Scottish usually replace the word snippet "not" or "n't" with "
nae", e.g: Cannae (Cannot), Didnae (Did not), Willnae (Will not), Wasnae (Was not))
Hunners:
Hundreds.
Bampot/Eejit:
Idiot.
Hen:
An endearment term for a girl.
Craic:
Crack; a term for news, gossip, fun, entertainment, and enjoyable conversation.
Wee
: Small.
Awright
: Alright.
Scunner
: A dislike; to take a dislike or disgust against anything.
Dreich
: Dull or gloomy; usually about weather.
Ken:
Know, e.g.:
Ah dinnae ken
/I don't know
Tadger:
An arsehole.
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What happened if one has acquired a new ability? It would be proved through trials and the person will learn from his mistakes. Then he would be tested further and learn further, then the same process happened again and so on, and so on. A cycle that kept continuing until the person surrendered and declared to himself 'I've mastered this ability.'
Trinketshore, although a small town was by no means filled with small-minded people. Of course, there were such people all over the world, including here. But they also contributed to the life of the people here, which was full of quirky and outrageous tales. There was a time, when a middle-aged young man had just been kicked out of his house by his family after committing several acts of violence against them. The young man's family tried to help him, to the point where they said, "That's enough! You're not part of us anymore." The man could only threaten and reproach, as a normal adolescent did. The poor lad would be tested whether his ability to survive in the world's wilderness was comparable to his ability to cast heart-breaking
incantations
from his lips.
They did not expel this young man just because of minor domestic violence. Living as a methamphetamine addict, he had committed several acts of crime. From stealing, threatening others to hand him money, to robbing local banks. His income was not to fund his school fees or some generous charities, but rather to enjoy heaven on earth in the form of liquid, smoked through a pipe. A series of rehabilitation were nothing more than a meaningless homily. A cell group story session that was utterly boring than death itself.
Well, now that he had been expelled, how would this addict fulfill this
primary need
if he had nothing in his sack? He had nothing to raid a shop, and he would be shot to death if he dared to set foot on the lawn of his old settlement again.
One night, the young man hid behind a building at Howlett's to pick up a portion of leftover meat and tender bones that were dumped in a trash can, in an alley next to the restaurant. When the restaurant closed and the employees went back to their homes, he immediately stormed the trash can and looked for leftovers that he thought were still edible before the garbage truck appear and devour them instead. He had seen a bunch of homeless eating food from rubbish bins like a feast for Hogmanay, and some of them were damn healthy and well. Unfortunately, having a feast of leftovers like the raccoons still required disciplined and dedicated practice. And the addict did not enjoy his culinary experience at the time—not at all.
While chewing the food from the garbage can, he saw a sinister figure in front of the alley appear of a sudden, making him almost vomit his food. His clothes were all black, but what made the addict puke in terror was that the figure had the head of a male elk. Whether it was just a prank mask or the entity himself indeed had the head of an elk, the addict assumed the latter. How not? The figure not only showed its head but also showed a long furry neck that sticks out, very much like an elk's neck. His characteristics made his body proportions look absurd. The strange figure began to walk toward the addict, and the addict replied to the Elk-Man's movement by walking backward while holding out his hands. His eyes bulged in fear, but his cheeks were somewhat puffy from still chewing the rest of the meat.
"Hey, easy there, bruv," said the junkie pretentiously familiar. "You want the rest of the meat? Go ahead, take it all. There's no need to scare me like that, man. It's not like I fancy them, anyway."
The Elk-Man stopped right after the addict said so. He bugled, then spoke in the human language. "I have ...," while grabbing something from the shirt hole in his left hand, he continued his words, "Something that can satisfy your desire." The Elk-Man took out a small black pouch and placed it in his left hand.
"My desire? What do you mean? What is that thing?" asked the addict, shuddered even more.
The Elk-Man answered, "Oh nothing. Just a variety that gives you unlimited pleasure. Makes you happier, makes you… stronger...," the Elk-Man in his low, gloomy voice said again. "Being stronger… makes you feel you can control magic…. No… not just a mere feeling, but actually... experiencing magic."
The man gulped when he saw that little pouch. He still had goosebumps at the figure of an Elk-Man who suddenly offered him a stronger variation of meth, so strong that it made the user feel like a magus. Was this Elk-Man a wizard? That black sack itself looked very suspicious, lest he wanted to poison himself with the magus' brew to do him harm!
But of course, with his shallow thinking, this might be an offer of a lifetime! He imagined that behind the bag was a very tempting lump of transparent crystal, ready to pull him out to meet his pseudo-euphoric best friend once again.
Free meth samples? Don't mind If I do!
The addict himself already had his withdrawal syndrome ever since he was banished from his house. He truly needed this as a means of life support. The man approached the magus with the elk's head, and asked, "T-this… really free? You're not going to poison me, are you?"
"This is just a sample, good sire. If you are fond of it, I know where I can find you."
The addict looked at the pouch with a furious face, slowly showing his yellowish-black, almost toothless teeth, like a former battlefield. He gritted his teeth more, indicating that he could not wait another lifetime to try the chef's concoction.
"Screw it! Give it to me!"
"Wise choice."
The Elk-Man took the pipe out of his left armhole again, then poured this "variety" of meth from his pocket into it. The black crystals of various sizes came out with purple crack lines. It did not seem like the meth he had consumed before, where it was more transparent in colour, but whatever. It was better than nothing. After he took out all the crystals, he placed the pipe on his palm, and the crystals miraculously melted and boiled by themselves! The addict looked at the pipe and then at the elk's head with bulging eyes and gasped.
This moose-headed freak is indeed a bloody mage!
The elk-headed magus continued to heat up the pipe until all the liquid in it began to evaporate and pulled out pink smoke, then handed out the tip of the pipe to the man.
The impatient addict immediately grabbed the pipe and sucked all the gas into his living system. After sucking it, the junkie was shocked and then coughed while exhaling purple smoke. He was getting enthusiastic. His face was shining again, and his confidence skyrocketed. Today, the addict was back to being a champion!
"Fuck!
this shite
skelped
like a pure dead brilliant! No joke! Hey ye, where did ye get...."
He looked around and found no one. The Elk-Man disappeared from his senses. He seemed not to care again, then took another sip. He kept sucking that purplish-fogged goodness. The veins on his head turned a light purplish colour. The more he inhaled, the more his nerves flashed. He just could not stop himself at all.
It was that insane, as if there was no end to it. The junkie started dancing and snickering loudly in the middle of the street. He howled as loud as the emergency siren. The world was already in his grasp. Here it was. This was the definition of happiness that travellers and philosophers have been looking for. No meaning. Just a never-ending dopamine rush. A simple intuition that asked him to act mad. The addict took one last puff, and that's when something happened.
His body veins and eyeballs shone like neon lights. He felt a surge of energy within his body, asking him to let it out. The junkie then faced the front of Howlett's restaurant. The urge grew even stronger, he started aiming at the front door with his hand, leaving his palm open with slightly bent fingers. While aiming for the spot, He once again hollered, "This is for providing me rotten meat and stale scran!" A burst of pink energy shot out of his hand, shooting through the building. In one shot, Howlett's Restaurant was completely razed to the ground, not even having a chance to catch fire!
"Whoo! Taste that burned meat, fucking Howlett! Woohoo, Trinketshore! There's a new magus in town! Pave yer way for the earth's greatest magus!"
He then disappeared into the dark shadows. []
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Meanwhile, inside the mound of rubble, Alicia, who had fainted after being struck by a meteor, suddenly awakened in a state of shock, almost suffocating. She tried to check the condition of her body; it was dull due to soil and dust. There were scratches and abrasions on the feet and hands, as well as pain in the spine. The narrow space inside the building's debris made her could barely move. There were rips in some parts of her clothes, but other than that, she was doing alive and well. Her hooded robe seemed to glimmer for a while before dimming then extinguishing. Her mother's protective cloth, which was still intact, actually saved her life. This was the umpteenth time the unexpected had surprised the girl in a single day, perhaps the largest number of shocks in her entire life.
In front of her face was a piece of the rock wall that was quite wide and long. Fortunately, on each side, it was supported by other chunks of rubble, so that the boulder did not fall on her. Alicia attempted to grope and push the rock, even though she knew that would be useless because even with the body as strong as Gilmore's could not get rid of the enormous block, which was also crushed by other layered wreckage on it. She knocked the wall and screamed to give a signal to the outside world.
"Pals! Nadine! Gilmore! Anyone! Help me! I'm trapped inside!"
No response from anyone.
"Pals! Anybody! Help me! Please..."
No one replied.
Slowly but surely, she started to sweat and her anxiety grew. The air was getting stuffy because of the cramped space. While she was thinking of a way to get out, suddenly she noticed something odd. The room where she was now was illuminated with some kind of dimming blue light. Alicia then realised that the source was right behind her.
As she turned around, she found herself a bright purplish-blue sphere. It was almost the size of a bowling ball. The surface of the sphere was like made of transparent and strong glass, and inside there were hundreds or thousands of plasma streams moving around each other in a circle. Alicia was taken aback. Could this be the same sphere as the one that floated earlier? The size was tinier than the previous one before!
Alicia then crawled closer to the orb, and stared at it with narrowed eyes. Her head tilted left and right to analyse it. Thousands of plasma streams that moved in a mess, then closed together and formed circular motions that were parallel to each other, so that it resembled a blue sphere with a white core. Looked like the orb was also inspecting her.
"So odd. What are you?" asked the girl while stroking the sphere with both hands. As she reached the surface of it, Alicia felt its concrete and warm surface. In addition, the orb also gave off a vibrating sensation, as if the orb had a consciousness of its own.
As soon as it touched her, the orb abruptly transmitted energy into her palms. Alicia saw an intense blue light gleaming through her skin for a moment, revealing the silhouette of the veins and muscle tissue on her hands, before finally, her right hand burst into flames! Alicia screamed in pain, struggling to free her hand from the magic ball. Her efforts were to no avail. Her hand miraculously clung to the magic ball, as the energy kept flowing through her until it reached her brain, thereby sending electric jolts throughout her body, adding another shock of the day. The jolts made her jump and hit her head against the ceiling.
"Ah! Ouch, ouch, ouch! Mah heid!"
Her head crash was followed by a tremendous scorching sensation in her burning hand. Alicia saw that the energy flow had carved her right hand's skin. The shape of the carving was vague because it was covered with blood and blistered tissue. Alicia wept profusely.
The orb then made a sound of a squeaking machine.
"Nguingnguingnguinguing."
The girl's crying stopped. Hiccuping, Alicia stared at the ringing magic ball with furrowed brows.
"Hey,"—Alicia hiccuped—"That's not funny,
ye ken!"
Alicia replied half angry with one eye closed due to the pain.
The ball then again uttered a mocking sound effect on her reply.
"Why can't you be gentler… wait! What the…!" replied Alicia with a gasp.
"H-how? How can you understand what I'm saying? No, wait! How can I understand what you're saying? Oh no, I think… I think I'm short of air. I'm hallucinating. Oh, Divine Mercy. Oh, Ellie's wrath, I've gone bonkers!
I'm dying! I'm dying! Gilmore, Nadine, help!"
The ball rang the squeaking sound effect once more, then proceeded with a more stable tone. Alicia was still gaping in disbelief that she understood the message conveyed by the orb.
"The stream of energy flowing through my hands…? That surge of energy just triggered my nerves and allowed me to connect and communicate with you? S-sounds absurd. Like…."
The sphere interrupted Alicia's words.
"Magic.
Yas
, like magic," after saying that, the girl just realised something. She slowly smiled, then dared to laugh out loud, followed by the orb sounded another squeaking voice, mimicking her reaction. Alicia smiled back at the orb with her chin resting on her folded hands on the ground, then tried to ask the bizarre sphere.
"But you haven't answered my question; what are you? How did you come to be in this place?" then her voice rose an octave,
"And why on earth you're being such a weapon and hit me like a meteor? Made us end up stuck in a place like this! Not to mention you burned my bloody hand!"
The ball gave her a sound like a piece of music, which explained the reason for its existence.
"F-Fine! Let me be clear. You were summoned by Langoureth, wherever she is right now, may she grant Eternal Peace in her 'new' resting place…," Alicia looked around, "… and your goal is to find the chosen one to be your 'friend'. And since you had found 'that' person, which is me, you were too excited because I look… a-attractive? Then you were misbehaving, bumping into me, destroying the whole graveyard, and to cover your crazy series of stunts, you branded me?" Alicia pulled a slightly petulant face. "You were off
yer heid
, pal."
The orb then made a tone that sounded like a melancholy song, as if expressing regret for crashing into Alicia and effectively demolished the house of the dead.
"Okay, I forgive you. At least someone has an interest in me. Not someone, sorry, a ball. But well, 'it's ball or nothing'," Alicia chuckled. However, she was becoming more and more curious about the sphere. "But can I ask you something else? I mean, Languoreth is long granted Eternal Peace, but how could she call you? I'm sorry, but I have a lot of questions in my head."
The orb sang a song in a high pitch. It seemed that the orb accepted her wish, but it also gave her a reminder of something. Alicia, who knew what it meant, raised her head only to see the wall she was stuck in. "Oh, yeah. I'm still trapped. Silly me."
She giggled again after realising that she was busy chatting with the magic orb, even though she was still trapped in the rubble, watched over by a collection of "angry" skulls wedged in the rock crevices.
"Alright then, Orb, help me get out of here, eh?" she said as she lifted the orb with both hands facing the wall. The orb gave a sound to Alicia. "W-what? I'll do it? W-what do you mean?"
The ball hummed to her again.
"You… will lend your power and teach me how to use it?"
The orb showed a sign of approval. For the sake of Silent Divine… inside her, felt an unstoppable joy, like going halfway to paradise. Her eyeballs were wet, the Silent Divine finally answered her long-time prayer. She still could not believe what she had just experienced, to the point that she wanted to grip her scorched hand.
Still hurt. Still looked gross. It was real.
But getting out of the ruins was priority number one. The orb made a sweet sound, and Alicia tried to translate the meaning.
"Focus… I'm you. I'm an Orb. You are me. You and I are one…. Oh pardon me, Orb. I have to get used to translating your every message, so the others won't think I'm a freak when I'm talking to you. Just so you know, they
dinnae
have a magic orb! Alright, I'm talking too much, am I? Where were we? Oh, right. I'm you, and I'm using my energy…," the surface of her hands holding the ball emitted a stream of energy which then spread throughout her body…
***
Nadine and Gilmore were desperate to remove the too-heavy rubble.
"It's no use, Gilmore. I'll run as fast as I can to the civil guard base. You keep digging. I'll be right back!" Nadine wiped her bloodshot eyes and climbed out of the hole with her vision obscured because of her puffy eyes. The same thing happened to Gilmore, who was still trying to get rid of the remains of the construction, more slowly this time, and also without uttering a word. He was out of energy, even to speak. As she had just climbed from the hole, Nadine felt the ground quaking, and suddenly a radiant light was behind her. She turned around and saw the petrified Gilmore, as he witnessed the debris vibrating and glittering.
"What is that? Alicia? Is that you? Alicia! Answer me!" cried Gilmore.
"Gilmore looks like you have to go up! The wreckage is gonna be scattered all over the place!" Nadine said.
"Quit yer
haverin'!
I have to get her! Maybe she's still alive!"
"Gilmore, stop being a bawbag!"
Nadine screamed at him again. "If you believe Alicia is still alive, you must hurry and take cover! You may promise with your whole life to save her, but if you die, you will never know her fate and you will never save her!
Now bring yer bloody arse over here and take cover, ya bampot!"
The ground shook more and more, small debris floated in the air. Gilmore was increasingly hesitant to stay there.
"Fuck!"
he exclaimed. He had to go up and joined her to hide behind a gravestone. The shaking grew stronger as the huge debris also soared. In that instant, an explosion of energy occurred, blowing the wreckage everywhere. Nadine and Gilmore looked down and covered their ears to prevent their heads from hitting the rubble, and also because of the deafening sound of the explosion itself. After the outburst subsided and the light faded, they heard the screaming of a girl.
"Ah! Land! Land now! Orb, Land, for Divine's sake!"
A familiar voice. Gilmore and Nadine dared to look behind the tombstone. They saw Alicia's figure hovering in the air, about to fall while screaming. The orb transmitted light again and unleashed its power to slow down gravity the moment before Alicia hit the ground. She was able to land safely, although her balance was a bit wobbly. They looked at Alicia—apart from wearing shabby clothes and lightly injured, looked fine—in disbelief. Nadine tried to get up the courage to ask.
"Alicia? Alicia, is that you? Are you all right?"
"Alicia…?" continued Gilmore, curious he was as well.
"Ah, hello! Sorry to make you worry, pals. Oh, if you give me a moment, this orb says I have to clean up this ruined mess!"
"O-orb?" Nadine then saw the magic ball held by her friend. She was utterly speechless. Her friend then lifted the orb with her right hand, then lo-and-behold! The debris that was scattered all over the place was lifted up by the blue energy emanating from the sphere. They began to move and slowly formed into the various mausoleums and tombs that were previously destroyed. The big hole earlier was being filled again, and the bones were returned to their comfy rests. After a while, the funeral Complex miraculously returned to the way it was before the three of them arrived.
His two friends were amazed to see such a phenomenon. Gilmore, with goosebumps, spoke to Alicia.
"Alicia… you… can cast magic?"
Alicia answered.
"Yeah… about that, I... uh…."
The girl's vision suddenly turned black.
The quite intense thud was heard.
Alicia fell unconscious. []
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"You lead me halfway to paradise
So near, yet so far away."
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“
F-Fired!?
”
I couldn’t believe my ears.
My boss simply gave me her most sympathetic voice as she spoke.
“I’m so,
so
sorry, Leo. I really wish I had better news for you, but as you know, we’re downsizing, and there’s simply no way we can finance your position in the foreseeable future…”
“B-But…” My voice was trembling - I was so shocked I didn’t realize how close to tears I sounded. “I’ve been here for almost five years…”
“I know, that’s why this is especially hard to bring up. I’m just as bummed as you are.”
Just
as
bummed
???
There’s no way in hell she knows how
I
feel right now!
No way!
I meekly opened my mouth again, clenching my fists over my knees.
“Isn’t there anything else I can do… anything at all, I—”
“There isn’t.”
Her reply was curt - a hint of annoyance colored her tone as she drummed her long nails on her wooden desk.
That’s when I realized it was fake.
All of it.
Her concern, her apology…
Hell, even her desk wasn’t made of real wood.
More importantly…
She couldn’t care less about whatever happened to me now.
It felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over my head.
I gritted my teeth in frustration.
“I-I’m sorry, Boss, but I need the money…”
“I imagine you do, honey,” she nodded along condescendingly. “That’s what jobs are for.”
She stood up from her seat and checked the time on her smartphone.
I knew it was around lunchtime so she was probably in a hurry, and to her, I was only wasting her precious time with my moping.
She shrugged and looked at me again.
“But hey, you’re only 28, Leo. Just go back to your parents for a bit, reconnect with your family, maybe marry that girlfriend of yours, yeah?”
She walked over to me, leaning down to place a hand on my shoulder.
“I mean, isn’t that what life is truly about? Like, honestly, I’m a little jealous! I wish I were as young as you with no job or husband to hold me back and the entire world ahead of me. You’re like, really lucky, y’know?”
Lucky.
She just fired me, and immediately after called me lucky.
I wanted to scream.
***
I was meeting my girlfriend at our usual weekly hangout bar that night, and for the first time in months, I was actually looking forward to seeing her.
We’ve been drifting apart lately, but at times like this, where the world feels like it's collapsing on top of me, having someone to vent to was a blessing.
On my way over, the overcast sky felt like a threat, so I made a quick stop at a convenience store.
I was having a bad enough day as it was, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to let it rain on me without an umbrella to top it all.
As I leaned down to pick one, my eyes came across something I hadn’t seen in a long time.
It was an ad on the back of a magazine for a manga contest.
I picked up the magazine and started reading the full advertisement, snorting.
“Hah… This brings back memories…”
When I was in middle school, I wanted to draw manga for a living.
I would draw day in and day out, hand out my comics to my friends who would pass them around and read them, and at that time, I truly thought I could make a living out of it.
I was a weird kid, but my comics helped me befriend all sorts of people.
There was one comic in particular that I drew the longest, and thinking back on it, it was nothing short of a cringe-fest.
First of all, it was called The Grim Reaper of Chaos and Destruction.
Cringe.
But wait, it gets worse!
The main character was a boy called Sinful Shadow - a grim reaper with a cursed arm, a cursed eye, a myriad of magical abilities and a scythe as a weapon.
He was cool and mysterious, serious but funny, aloof but approachable… all at the same time! He was popular with girls, of course, but he never gave any of them the time of day, as he was ultimately only interested in defeating NEMESIS, the evil organization that destroyed his hometown.
Aaah, just thinking back on it makes me want to die.
I was in middle school or so when I created him, and despite the countless chapters I drew, I had all but forgotten about it into adulthood.
Rather, I forced myself to forget, after I entered my story to a manga competition and didn’t make it in.
My friends always said they liked my manga, so it made me doubt them.
Maybe they were just encouraging me to continue to be nice, you know?
That’s what I thought.
I had drawn other stories before but in my head none of them were as good as The Grim Reaper of Chaos and Destruction, so if that didn’t even make the cut, it could only mean everything I came up with was garbage.
So, I gave up on that dream.
Soon enough, I grew out of my edgy phase, hit the books, and eventually I was hired… by some generic office as a regular old salaryman.
Until now, I guess.
I sighed.
Things were easier when I had dreams.
When I had something to look forward to - when I foolishly thought I was blessed with talent.
I put the magazine back on the shelf and paid for my umbrella.
But just as the automatic door opened…
“Leo?”
I was suddenly standing face to face with my girlfriend.
“M-Mary? What are you doing here?”
Her hair was wet. The rain had started already.
“Ah, did you need to buy an umbrella, too?”
She looked pale for a few seconds, then she turned away, playing with the tips of her hair, looking almost… guilty.
“Oh, Leo. Did you not… get my text messages?”
“Huh? No, I ran over here before the rain caught me so I hadn’t had time to—”
I was reaching into my coat pocket to take out my phone as I said that, but she immediately stopped me.
“Don’t!”
“—Huh?”
“I- I mean…” she lowered her voice again. “Don’t… check them here.”
I was confused.
More than that, I had a very bad feeling.
“...What’s… going on, Mary? You’re scaring me.”
I tried to laugh it off awkwardly, but she avoided eye contact at all costs.
“....I’m… I’m sorry.”
Another apology.
That was the second one I heard today, counting my boss.
“What are you sorry for?”
I tried to hold her shoulders but instead of answering, she avoided my touch and spun around, quickly sprinting outside the store into the rain.
I was left there with my arm reaching for her for a few seconds.
Fearfully, I looked at my phone in my hand.
One text that said we needed to talk— great start.
One long voice memo followed it.
My heart was beating out of my chest.
I moved away from the door and popped one of my earphones in.
I pressed play.
After a few seconds of nothing but anxiety-inducing static, I could hear Mary’s voice.
“[.......Hey, Leo.]”
Oof.
That was not her happy voice.
“
[Listen, I don’t… really know how to say this, but I want you to know that, as much of a cliche as it is, I have to make one thing clear, okay? it’s… not you, it’s me…]
”
…
…
My mind went blank for the next five minutes of her speech.
***
I ended up drinking by myself at our usual bar that night.
I had been coming here weekly with Mary for as long as we were together, so almost six months.
This was the first time I’d ever come here alone.
Instead of our usual booth, I sat on a stool at the bar with no one but the bartender to keep me company.
I probably looked like a zombie with my dead, unemployed, and now girlfriendless eyes sunk to the back of my skull as I drank from my glass in pathetic little sips.
“...Alone today?”
I heard someone speak, but it wasn’t until the bartender slid a snack my way that I realized he was talking to me.
“Ah… yeah. And forever, probably.”
I said dramatically before forcing myself to down what was left of my drink.
He understood what I meant immediately, then he laughed.
“Hey, man. It happens. Don’t let it get you so down.”
I scowled at him.
Aaron was a handsome twenty-something bartender with an athletic body that Mary and I had sort of established a friendship with.
At one point he told us that he was working part-time to put himself through medical school.
That meant this guy was going to be someone’s
doctor
.
He would probably make more money than I’ll ever see in my life.
Ugh.
“What do
you
know? No girl would ever break up with you. If you got fired, you’d be fine. You’re cool and smart and I should probably thank you for talking to me, huh? Well, right now you’re my bartender, so you gotta be nice to me or else.”
He laughed at my tipsy, sulky words.
“I have feelings too, y’know? But you’re right, if I got fired, I’d be fine.”
“Wow. Don’t add salt to my wound, jerk. What, are you some rich guy’s kid who bartends for fun or something?”
He made an exaggerated thinking noise as he masterfully cleaned a shot glass.
“Hmm. Or something, I suppose!”
I groaned, slowly pressing the side of my head against the bar.
“You’re an idiot. But I bet if you died, a lot of people would come to your funeral.”
“Now that’s a dark thought.”
“It’s true, though. Sometimes I think about it. If I died, who’d come to my funeral? My mom, my sister, maybe? …I used to think the people at my office would hold some sort of service, but now that I don’t work there anymore, fat chance any of them would give a fuck about me.”
“...Don’t say that, sir.”
“Don’t call me sir. I hate it.”
I could hear him gently pour something into a glass as he spoke his next words.
“Losing a job and getting your heart broken is only part of life. That it happened all on the same day is an unfortunate coincidence, but… I think there’s always something to be grateful for.”
There it was. Unsolicited wisdom.
I huffed.
“...Easy for you to say. You pretty much have everything.”
I heard him laugh under his breath as he gently pushed a drink over to me.
“Here. On the house.”
Those words made me slowly lift my head to look at whatever he had poured for me.
It was a purple-red liquid that shone like the sea under a full moon.
“...What is this?”
“It’s called
Joie de Vivre
.”
“Juwa the what?”
“Haha. You need it, trust me. You’re one of the lucky few that’s ever gotten to taste it.”
There it is again!
Lucky!
LUCKY!!
“...........You have no idea how much I hate that word.”
He laughed again.
As cheeky as I sounded, I honestly did have some pretty dark thoughts going on in my head.
No girlfriend.
No job.
No passion or talent.
No one would come to my funeral...
…What else did I have to lose, really?
I downed the drink wishing it was poison.
That was the last thing I remember before my senses came back to me.
***
I don’t know how I got there or when, but I found myself standing outside in the pouring rain in the dark, under a lamp post, right in front of an empty crosswalk waiting for the light to change.
I completely forgot to get the umbrella from the store after the voicemail incident, so I was soaking wet.
My head was pulsing and I grimaced, rubbing my temple with one hand.
I couldn’t remember leaving the bar at all.
Whatever Aaron gave me had been potent as fuck, but he didn’t even have the decency to call me a cab.
“Son of a bitch… if you were trying to kill me, at least finish the job, asshole…”
I groaned under my breath, sobering up with the help of the cold rain.
Then I heard a snap.
“NO!!! MIMI, COME BACK!!”
Someone shouted from the other side of the road with horror in their voice.
It startled me, and I immediately turned to look at the source.
A little scared dog with a raincoat had broken free from its owner - a woman wearing a matching raincoat - and was running directly into the street.
At this point the dog was closer to me than it was to that lady, who was looking at me full of panic from the other side of the road.
On the street, I could see the headlights of a speeding car heading our way.
Then, it was as if time had stopped.
I should hurry and save that dog
, I thought.
But at the same time, I had to be realistic.
I was probably piss drunk.
If I slipped and fell, the car would hit me instead.
Despite my sad, sad life, I didn’t want to die.
No matter how miserable I am, I want to live.
I want to know what happens next.
I still have things I haven’t done— things I
want
to do!
Sorry, little dog, but there’s no way I could…
……..
No way that I…
……………………..
No possible way…………….
………….
………………………..
“.......Aw,
fuck
this!”
I clicked my tongue and shed my heavy coat, running straight into the street past the red light.
I made it to the dog right on time, scooping him up into my arms, quickly turning around to sprint forward and take it away from the street…
…But I slipped.
I slipped while holding the dog in my arms.
This was it.
I tried to be a hero for the first time ever - probably just to give my life a little meaning, and now I was going to end up killing an innocent creature along with me.
Sorry, Mimi.
I could hear the breaks on the car screeching madly, but it was obviously too close to stop at that point.
Very quickly, everything went bright.
I held the dog tight and shut my eyes.
SLASH!
WHOOSH!
A gust of air suddenly hit me from every angle with a sharp, metallic noise.
For a second, it was as if the rain had stopped altogether.
But then I felt it fall on my face again, so I knew I was still alive.
I heard two crashes - one on each side of the road.
I fearfully opened my eyes, holding onto Mimi for dear life.
It took me a sobering second to register exactly what I was looking at.
The car that almost killed us was sliced neatly in two, each half crashed past us against the pavement.
The driver seemed unharmed - at least that’s what I induced from his angry yelling about the impossible state of his car.
But I still couldn’t move.
I couldn’t move because standing in front of me and the dog was the reason the car split in two.
A short kid wearing a black cape with a hood.
His hair was black, covering one of his eyes - an eye that was already covered by an eyepatch, at that. He was wearing a long red scarf and boots with countless belts on them. His arm had bandages all over, but he didn’t look hurt at all.
However, the real show-stopper was in his hands.
Despite his small frame, he was effortlessly holding a scythe bigger than he was.
He turned to look at us with a smirk, and my heart stopped.
I recognized him immediately - even before he opened his mouth.
“Are you guys hurt?”
“Wh………”
My voice wouldn’t come out.
I couldn’t answer.
I couldn’t fucking answer.
It had to be the alcohol, right?
It had to be, because…
Because there’s no way the cringe OC I created as a tween just saved my fucking life! |
"You really are a talented chef, Nadine. Thank you so much for the food!" said Alicia, finally returning to the wide smile everyone liked and adored. Nadine just waved her hand, showing that it wasn't a problem. The three of them were already sitting at the dining table. Gilmore worked up the courage to speak to Alicia while figuring out of the right words to utter his thoughts.
"I'm glad
yer belter, hen
. But honestly,
ma heid's
still in a
fankle,"
Gilmore pointed to the peculiar ball Alicia was holding. "How could
ye…?"
"It's quite an odd story, but this orb seemed to take an interest in me when we were at the graveyard. It said it was 'misbehaving'… maybe? And forthwith picked me in a way that was completely unexpected," Alicia tried to explain with words. Easy-to-understand words. An incredulous Gilmore confronted Alicia, considering the orb as a threat.
Gilmore impugned the nature of the ball, he said "And
ye
believe
yon baw
is not dangerous?
Yer
almost a pan breed thanks to it, Alicia! And ye,
baw
, if ye mess with her once again, for Divine's sake
Ah
will...," He was pretending to punch something, Alicia in reflex hugged the ball to protect it.
"Gilmore, please stop!" the staggering girl pleaded to Gilmore. "The ball has confessed and expressed regret. No need to complicate things."
"How
dae ye ken, hen?
That this thing won't put
ye
in danger again?"
"When I was buried," Alicia replied. "Me and this orb… put our minds together, so we're connected to each other," Alicia seemed to express her thoughts dispersed. "I understood the orb's thoughts, as it understood mine. I believe this orb appeared and chose me for a purpose, just
dinnae
ken what it is, for
noo.
But what's certain, this orb won't ever hurt me, or you, pals."
Gilmore, who heard what she just said, was even more confused. Especially when she said that they understand each other better than siblings, even though they had not even met for a day. Gilmore then went to her, "
Ah dinnae
ken, Alicia.
Ah dinnae
think that's a
braw script
to keep it around ye.
Shouldnae
we just report to the civil guard, or the Magisterium, or..."
"Nae
danger, Gily!" Alicia refused firmly while standing up.
"Ye aw
brought me to the graveyard with
ye
to get something about magic instead of reporting to the guards! And
noo
look!" Alicia, who previously hugged the orb then showed it back to the two. "We found something big! We could just learn the orb and gain something more for ourselves," she took a breath for a moment, then continued, "Why would we waste our time and life away to get this orb, just so the authorities could earn it without sweat?"
"I-I
ken
we were wrong. We
shouldnae
have been reckless like that. Should have just reported to civ' guard the time we saw that light."
"No, Gilmore. You're not wrong. Perhaps it is what it is. I...," Alicia freed the ball from her hands. The orb then shone brighter than before and miraculously hovered in front of Alicia. Her eyes tore up at the subtle flash of light with a bluish gradient, then returned to her speech. "I finally know my next path in life. I don't feel empty anymore. With this, I can fulfill my dream as a mage! That's why Gilmore and Nadine," Alicia looked at Gilmore and Nadine in turn. "I am… very, very much begging you,
dinnae
tell anyone about this. Not to the civil guard, nor to the wizarding authorities, nor to anyone! At least until the time's right."
"What about yer family, Alicia?" asked Nadine. "You know sooner or later they'll find out, do you not?"
"Let me handle my family! Just don't be a
clipe
, okay?"
Gilmore and Nadine stared at each other. When will that 'right time' she mentioned come? Looks like it would not come in the near future after all, according to them. With all their worries for Alicia and the presence of the new orb, all this happened because they had asked the girl to check out the strange phenomenon. And as for the orb, it might have scared the trio a lot, but they also could not ignore the fact that it was the very same ball that prevent Alicia from being crushed by tons of wreckage—also the result of the orb's own mess. At least Alicia deserved to retain and study the ball, and they might consider giving it a chance to be with their best friend. After contemplating this matter, Nadine began to state her decision.
"This orb saved her life. It also made it look as if what happened at the cemetery last night had never happened. And last, they understand each other. I think it wouldn't hurt to keep our little secret to just the three of us, for the time being," said Nadine.
Alicia showed her gratitude smile to Nadine, who was very understanding to her. She then turned to Gilmore with a stare full of hope. Gilmore, who tried to keep a straight face but couldn't stand Alicia's pitiful one, relented. A resigned sigh slipped from his mouth.
"Awright, awright.
If Nadine agrees, it's two 'gainst yin. Cannae fight ye lassies. But Liz, I hope ye
dinnae
show
aff
in front of the crowd. At least until
ye
really ken this
baw,
" Gilmore said. Hearing his approval, the glasses girl expressed her big gratitude by running and hugging the "Big Yin".
"Haw, wait! Wait! Yer bringing the baw along with ye?" Gilmore was half surprised, worried that the ball would give him another taste of zap.
"Orb also wants to thank
ye
, Gilmore. Don't be a big
jessie
and embrace it," Alicia said. The orb touched Gilmore. Luckily, he didn't feel the shock sensation like before. In fact, the Orb felt like a human hug—all warm, comfortable, and positive sensation to his body. He then embraced it and hugged Alicia back.
"Hey, am I going to get a hug too?" asked Nadine jokingly.
"Hmph! Ye spoiled bairn!" Alicia, who was joking and chuckling, ran toward Nadine to give her another hug. Since then, the existence of the magic ball has officially formed the quartet of Trinketshore!
"Speaking of which, now that yer officially a 'magus', how
dae ye… ye ken
, cast spells, cast powers, and other magical stuff?" Gilmore asked. The smiling Alicia got up from her chair.
"I don't know much, but come with me," Alicia invited her best friends to go outside the porch, where her family usually spent their evenings drinking tea. They stepped out of the glazed terrace, overlooking a wide expanse just for the four of them. Now it was time for Alicia to give a little demonstration.
"Well, as I've said before, the orb and I are connected to each other. If I want to access the power of the orb, I must be able to circulate the orb's power throughout my body, then back to the orb, then back into my body again, and so on, creating a new life energy flow system." Alicia lifted the magic orb with one hand and closed her eyes. "For that to happen, we have to become 'one'. My will has to be in sync with the orb's desire. To achieve synchrony, I have to put my focus on the orb. This way, I can fully control its power."
As the sphere was raised, it started to glow and release a dancing plasma energy. Alicia's body also slowly gleamed a reddish-blue, and around it appeared points of light resembling stardust from the ground and rose upwards. Alicia opened her eyes and pointed her other hand at the apple Gilmore was eating. A waving stream of plasma ran and surrounded the apple so that it, too, was filled with light. She then withdrew the energy, and the apple fled from the lad's grip, following the movement of her hand. As she raised his hand up and twirled her hand slowly, the floating apple also lifted and twirled according to her instructions, before finally pointing the apple back at Gilmore's gaping mouth. Alicia could apply simple telekinesis, but it was sufficient to astound Nadine and Gilmore.
"More! More! Show us more!" Gilmore was excited even though he suspected the orb the most than others earlier.
"Besides moving simple objects, I can also control the orb without having to hold it." Alicia deliberately lowered her hand that was holding the ball, while pulling her left hand.
The ball did not go down; it kept floating in the same position. Alicia then moved her hands to move the ball without touching it. She was not a lively dancer, but she did a simple whirl and twirl while moving the sphere. Alicia did a simple circular dance, and the ball harmonised its direction and rotation gracefully according to the motion of her arms. The orb left a trail of the blue-pinkish gradient of light as it moved to make Alicia's dance look like a graceful ribbon dance. A definitely spectacular show according to her best friends.
"And last, I guess. At least as far as I know," the magic ball fell into her palm. "I can shoot out plasma energy," she said with a chuckle. Alicia held the ball in her right hand. Her left hand was on the side of the ball while making movements with her fingers, as if to concentrate the power to come out and accumulate at a singular point. As the orb got brighter, she aimed the orb into the sky to launch her shot.
POW!
The ball breathed a fairly long shot of energy into the blue horizon. It was quite dazzling in the eyes, but it did not take long for it to disintegrate and spread out in all directions.
"Alicia! Don't shoot the sky! What if people see it?" cried Nadine frantically.
"Oops," Alicia gave an embarrassed grin, realising her carelessness. "I'm sorry, I got carried away. Hope no one notices."
"But let's be honest.
Yon
were pure magic, Liz. I mean, you were an anti-social bookworm back in
auld
times and now, a baw wizard! What progress!" Gilmore said.
"Hey, I'm not anti-social, ye ken! I'm still pretty good at socialising!" Alicia scowled with a frowned face. The others just laughed.
"So, three techniques so far?" asked Nadine.
"Only three for now, aye. Maybe over time, the orb and I will learn more techniques. Who knows, eh?"
"And you do it without saying any incantations?"
"No. I don't think so. Just concentrating my focus on the orb. That's all."
"Alicia Crimsonmane, The Orb Mage. That's a proper sound, mate!" Gilmore stated.
Nadine refuted Gilmore's statement, saying, "But Alicia doesn't cast a spell to activate her magic. And from her movements, I think she looks more like a sorcerer than a simple mage... or a wizard, so we should say."
"I may not utter incantations, but I need a medium or a tool that can help me control magic like a wizard.
Ah dinnae ken.
It looks like this orb is some kind of new magic. Or maybe a part of a lost ancient mystical art. What's yer opinion, orb?"
The orb replied in a low voice.
"You're not bound to any mystic arts? That's... well interesting! Maybe the two of us should discuss this one-on-one!"
"Ahem, why don't you just tell us now?"
The orb responded, Alicia translated, "It said it has no interest in talking to
ye
pals."
"Bah! How cold. It's okay, though. If ye really want to be more intimate with her, suit
yerself."
The nervous Alicia changed the topic. "Uh, by the way, since you're already a part of us, Let's
gie ye
a name!
Ah ken
! From now on I'll call you… Orb!" The orb, who was now called Orb, gave a cry of approval to Alicia. Nadine was distracted by the name Alicia had given it, while Gilmore was choking on his apple.
"You named your magic orb… Orb!?" Nadine's eyes widened, knowing Alicia wasn't very creative in thinking of a name for her rounded magic source full of cosmic-like energy.
"Huh? It's up to me, okay?" she nonchalantly replied. "And since Orb has officially joined our gang, How about we celebrate with dinner? Would ye like some takeaway? Or should we go hang out at Howlett's again, or at Café Dandelion-Eight? I'll hide the Orb in the bag, rest assured!"
Gilmore, who heard this, glanced at Nadine and asked her, "Hey.
Ye didnae
tell her about the incident?"
"Clipe,
how could I forget!" Nadine responded while slapping her forehead.
Alicia forthwith noticed something from both of them. "W-what incident?"
"You might still sleep earlier, but this morning there
wiz a stramash
outside. The crowds flocked to the town," Gilmore replied. Alicia looked at him with full focus. "Our beloved restaurant, Howlett's is destroyed. The owners found the building completely razed to the ground."
Surprised, Alicia immediately replied, "What? How did that happen?"
"How it happened is unclear," Nadine helped explain. "When people were rushing past your house, we heard the news. Howlett's was charred like a fire. But strangely, they didn't see any sign of the fire that night. No smoke, no sparks, nothing at all. The building next door wasn't even affected. It was like the restaurant had caught fire by itself and turned to ashes in an instant."
Alicia then remembered that night. The town of Trinketshore was completely deserted, no people at all. There were only them and the strange glowing sphere floating in the sky, which was now on the girl's hands. They also not know how the restaurant was at night because they did not pass the eatery. But she was pretty sure that the only light that stood out that night came from Orb. They saw no flames either from the direction of the restaurant or in any direction whatsoever.
"This… has nothing to do with us, right?" asked Alicia, a little nervous.
"Naw, yon shouldnae
be possible. We
didnae
take the route to the restaurant, so we were
nae
involved at all. Poor Mister Howlett. No more Trinketshore beef buffets!" Gilmore said in a sad tone, like he was about to cry.
Alicia then tried to ask Orb to make sure that the events experienced by the triumvirate affected the surrounding environment as well. "Orb, do you know about this?"
Orb responded in a weak tone, indicating that it didn't remember anything about burning down a meat buffet restaurant.
Not satisfied with Gilmore and Orb's answer, she immediately stood up from her seat. "I want to go check out the place," said Alicia firmly.
"Noo jist hauld on! Ye
just woke up, and yer body hasn't fully recovered!
Ye cannae jist
leave the house right away," Nadine scolded her.
"Of course I can!" Alicia denied it. "I have to see it myself. We might not pass the restaurant when picking up the Orb. But I'm afraid that the destruction of the restaurant might have something to do with everything that happened last night. That flash of light, rumbling sounds, the surge of energy. These things could be related!"
Nadine looked at Gilmore then answered Alicia. "But Alicia! What if it didn't have any connection to Orb? Or worse, it's the result of another strange power? Even if Orb is with us… I don't know. We're still not sure that what happened last night won't happen again, because—"
"Hey!" Alicia's rebuke interrupted Nadine to wake them up. "I know what you're thinking. Look, don't blame
yerself.
Yesterday was unexpected. But with everything that happened, I still survived, even made a new friend. But you pals are still the best pals I can rely on. I still need you."
Alicia then took the hands of each of her friends and said. "This time we will be together, no more separating from each other." Nadine and Gilmore were still speechless. "After all, we are no longer the three of us! Orb will join us in this little adventure! Isn't that right, Orb?" Orb gave a signal of agreement.
Gilmore gave a sign of approval, following the Orb. "If we really have to look into it, then we'd rather check it out than die wondering, not knowing what happened to the town. But we have to disguise ourselves."
"Huh? What for?" Nadine asked.
"Of course, so that no one will know our identity when we check the place. Mind we'll bring Alicia and our new pal who just showed up today, and none of the
fowks
knows about its whereabouts. If there's a threat and we
cannae
help but to use Orb, at least no
yin kens
who Orb's master is or who its pals are. Trinketshore is a small town, aye. But we can't ignore there are pure weird things related to magic here."
Gilmore said at length with a fairly heavy content enough to impress the Crimsonmane girl.
"Whoa, Gilmore. To think you're so meticulous! What have you eaten?"
"Ah dinnae
ken. Maybe being exposed to 'radiation' from Orb increases my intelligence.
Scunnered
Nadine can't be a canny lass as well when Orb's effect made her a
bawheid
instead!" ridiculed Gilmore confidently. Nadine with a sour face tossed an apple of hers. The green apple as big as a baseball hit the left temple of Gilmore's head point-blank until it made a loud thumping sound, talking about the army protégé's aim.
"Aw! Hey!" Gilmore groaned.
"Oh, shut it, Gilmore! It seems
yer
returning to be a
bawheid
again," Nadine mocked back.
Alicia resumed her conversation with them. "I don't have fancy masks or anything, but I do have a few sets of used clothes and a pair of googles. I think that's enough to mingle as a homeless."
"Yep, of course. Being a
jakey
it is," Gilmore said. []
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Fankle:
Tangled;
Heid's still in a fankle:
An expression of confusion.
Braw script:
Good Plan.
Nae danger
: No way.
Clipe:
To grass someone up, a snitch; could also be used to express frustration.
Aff: Off.
Jessie:
Coward.
Auld:
Old.
Wiz:
Was.
Jist
: Just.
Hauld
: Hold.
Fowks
: Folks.
Jakey:
Homeless.
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After the trio finished their meal, they finally returned to their homes. Alicia headed for her home, which was a block from the restaurant. A massive two-story mansion with white walls and a brownish-grey roof. At the front of the house, a large door and three pillars in front of it greeted the girl. At the back, there was a terrace covered with glass walls, a splendid place indeed for the tea party. The house itself was surrounded by a vast garden.
For such a large estate, the atmosphere was rather quiet, considering that most of the time, Alicia's parents often travelled for work. Her father normally came home on weekends because he still had to do his job as a parliament member in the capital of Eidyn. Her mother, on the other side, could spend more time with her children. But when fieldwork called, it could take weeks or even months before she ever returned. Ever since her mother disappeared, the house has never been forlorn. Most of the time, the mansion was occupied by Alicia alone.
Alicia stepped up the steps of the stairs in front of her house, passed through the pillars, and opened the large doors. She sensed the house was a little more crowded than usual because she heard a noise like someone was packing. She entered the house, strode on the polished maple floor, and went over to the living room, which was right in front of her dwelling entrance. The interior of the mansion was elegant, with white colour dominating the room. The living room was not too big. There were two large sofas in front and on the right, two small sofas on the left, and a rectangular table with circular edges. In front of her was a fiery furnace with the crimson horse with a red mane blazing like embers—the House Crimsonmane crest—emblazoned on it. On both sides of the fireplace, there were two black stairs leading to the top floor.
She found a large mud-green suitcase placed on the left side of the large sofa. She somehow recognised whose suitcase it was.
Not long after, there was the sound of a door closing from above, followed by steps getting closer. A man came out wearing a blue shirt with vertical stripes, complete with beige trousers, a belt, and leather shoes. That man was none other than her father, Donar Crimsonmane, Baron Trinketshore. Donar, who was going down the stairs, called out to Leith, Alicia's younger brother.
"Hurry down Leith, you don't want to arrive in Eidyn too late! Don't bring unnecessary things, you're only there for a few days! Oh, and don't forget your shoes for the meeting later!"
As he walked down the stairs, Donar saw a sweet and familiar figure with a straight face. "Oh, Alicia! just got home?" He showed a genuine smile, half-covered by his walrus mustache. He then came closer and gave his daughter a hug. Her daughter returned his hug as well.
"Yep, I just got home," Alicia replied.
"How was
yer
day? Oh yeah,
ye
just got home at this hour! Have
ye
eaten? And final exams? Any problems?'
"Calm down, Papa," Alicia chuckled. "I had a fine day. The final exams went well, hope so. And I just got back from Howlett's to eat and feed a couple of beasts."
"Beast," Donar laughed.
"Guid
one,
hen! Yer
friend must have eaten up the meat supply all the way to the farm. Very well, then, since I
didnae
have time to make
scran.
Ye
knew I had to leave soon."
"Aye, can see that," her eyes slightly looked at the suitcase. "Looks like Papa's time off is over. But Leith just got back from the magic academy, right? Why would Papa want to take him already?"
"Oh, about that. Leith is going with me to Eidyn to—"
"Crimsonmane family meeting!" Leith interrupted their conversation while carrying his backpack and descending the stairs. "Oh, hello, sister. Papa said there was a call from the big family to discuss something very, very important." His intonation rose by half an octave, to quip as if there will be events too exciting and too grand to miss.
"Meeting… with the Crimsonmanes, huh?" her expression changed—there were signs of discomfort on her face. She always showed a negative reaction whenever someone spoke about her extensive family. "Is this about—"
"Naw,
it's not,
hen,"
interrupted Donar. "For the time being, I and the rest of the family have agreed to put aside the past between our family and theirs. After all, I am also part of the family, and they still have great respect for your mama."
Alicia asked with a half-gloomy face. "And Papa don't invite me?"
"Naw.
Sorry, sister Liz. It's just, it's a wizard convention,
ye ken?
And
yer
... not one of them?" Leith put on an arrogant face and ridiculed tone. "After all, we might be planning a great scheme. like eradicating hunger, stopping war, or maybe just have a
wee clipe
about the wizard clan next door.
Scrunnered
ye can't come, can ye?"
"Leith, hush," his father gave him a subtle warning.
"Just kidding, just kidding," Leith raised his hand and turned the other way.
Donar then continued discussing with his daughter. "Well, it looks like it's a mage-only meeting. I don't know what it's about. But I promise this doesn't involve you in a bad way."
"Huh," Alicia sighed. She looked up at her father's slightly wrinkled shirt. Donar did have a bungling habit, such as not paying attention to the neatness of his clothing. She then tidied up his tie and messy shirt. "Always being careless. Well then, Both of
ye
better take care."
"Hmm… You are indeed understanding,
hen. Ye
learned a lot from
yer maw,"
Donar said as he watched her tidy up his clothes, but at the same time made him and his daughter remember the figure of Ailsa Crimsonmane, their beloved wife and mother. Alicia stared at Donar's face for a moment before looking down in dismay. Realising his slightly poor choice of words, he tried to break the pressure, so they did not get themselves lost in the endless cycle of emotions.
"So, Leith and I must leave immediately! I have installed barrier magic at every point of the house area as usual. But yer still okay being alone, aren't ye,
hen?"
"I can manage," she said. "Been living here alone most of the time. Leith's presence
doesnae
make this house any safer."
"Aw, you wish!" Leith dodged, with a sarcastic look on his face.
"I know you can, hen. I've prepared the grocery, cook whatever ye want. Oh, you can invite Aunt Mandy, or maybe yer carnivorous friends, to stay here for a few days," Donar said jokingly. "Your brother will be home in three days, while I still have to continue to work."
"Aye, of course," replied Alicia with a slight smile.
"Awright,
off we go! Bye for now!" Donar took his suitcase and walked out. Leith, who was behind Alicia, caught up with her father. But before that, he stopped for a moment and turned to face his sister.
"Hey, no hurt feelings, eh?" asked Leith.
Alicia just stared in silence, but gave no indication that she was sulking because of her brother's earlier teasing.
"To be honest, I'm not interested in any kind of cult gathering like this. I mean, I just got back from Camelot, and I have to start my long
vac
with a gathering—with a big family that hates us? Sounds pretty lousy to me."
"Tell me about it," Alicia answered with a straight face.
"I'd rather tease you all summer than attend this event. But ye know, as a wizard, there's a responsibility to bear, even for minors, I guess. Perhaps I can give ye a spoiler about the meeting when I get home. That's if yer still interested in magic stuff.
Dae ye
need anything while I'm there?"
She replied, "I'm pretty sure I need nothing in that place. Just do me a favour,
dinnae
be a
scunner,
yeah? It's enough of your sister being a disgrace to the family," Alicia showed a faint smile, which still made everyone who saw her melt.
"Oh,
dinnae
get
yer
hopes up too high, Liz. We'll make a Double-trouble of Crimsonmanes, that's for sure!" both of them chuckled. "Okay, I'm going. Guard this house with
yer
life, if ye can."
Alicia watched as the two entered the slender black engine carriage, then slowly drove away from the mansion. Now her spacious house was back into her own.
The day turned to night. She did not look at the window that often—it was not like there was much to see in that small town of Trinketshore. But somehow, the night sky was brighter than ever.... []
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Alicia and her two friends walked through the town, following where the glowing object was. It appeared that what Nadine said was correct. The town became unusually quiet; a seaside necropolis. Shops that were supposed to be open until late were also tightly locked. Even though being lonely late at night was reasonable for a small town, the feeling of isolation pierced nerve endings in an unnatural way. Not to mention when combined with the presence of that bizarre object floating in the sky. It felt like it only summoned the three of them, while the other civilians were trapped in a dream realm by force.
Nadine and Alicia walked side by side holding hands, while Gilmore guard them from behind. The closer they got to the foreign sphere, the more erect their nape hairs were to find out what was going on. But their curiosity balanced their fear, especially for the bespectacled girl.
It did not take long when they finally arrived at the cemetery gates. They saw the matter shaped like a sphere was above the ancient burial complex, which was located right in the middle of graveyard. They were only three hundred meters away from the sphere. Up close, the plasma energy flowing around it formed a dancing aurora, welcoming the three of them and inviting them to come closer, get acquainted. Perhaps Gilmore was right. This spectacular sight seemed unlikely to have come from an evil force. The girls even gaped at the sight.
"Well," Alicia glanced at Nadine and later turned slightly towards Gilmore. "May the dead stay die, and the living live."
She stepped forward to examine it in person and do a little observation. Gilmore caught up with Alicia. Nadine, still had her gaze fixed, suddenly came to her senses and promptly pursued them as well. "Wait, Alicia. Slow down!".
The three of them finally managed to get closer to the flying sphere. The sphere, which from afar looked like the moon, when viewed up close, resembled a mint blue star due to the flow of plasma around it. They looked up and saw that it was still floating as usual. However, they had to be careful lest they do anything that could trigger any danger. Alicia took out her notebook and pen from her back bag, then wrote what she knew and felt about the glowing globe.
"Let's see what you are, love," she said. Alicia then wrote,
A giant ball resembling a star in the centre of the Trinketshore necropolis. It emitted a bright bluish glow mingled with reddish-purple, producing a plasma stream that dances across the sky like an aurora…,
Alicia looked around for more clues about what was going on, to cause such object appeared in sudden. Nadine and Gilmore were engrossed in walking around the sphere and busy admiring the phenomenon, ignoring each other. Alicia also seemed to enjoy herself in her world as a detective, trying to find clues and solve extraordinary supranatural cases.
What caused this globe to appear? Then this stream of energy… Is this truly coming from it? Or is this a collection of spirits gathered together by the force of this globe? Or maybe… these spirits indeed gathered together and then formed an orb as a massive source of power!
Wild guesses had already swarmed
Alicia's mind.
She looked at the gravestones scattered around the sphere. Most of the old tombstones were mossy, eroded by overtime erosion. Some of them were so out of shape that it was difficult for her to read the names on the memorials. She also did not discover any clues to the names on the gravestones that were still legible either, until her eyes noticed a mausoleum in front of her. The mausoleum was old and neglected. Maybe a few centuries old. No, older than that. A millennium at least. It seemed that the family who owned this tomb was no longer left, so it was clear that no one had ever cared for or buried anyone in it for years. She then tried to see the name on the top of it.
[The Hall of Languoreth]
Languoreth? Who is Languoreth? Doesnae sound like a family name.
Alicia felt familiar with the name, however. She just did not remember where it came from. After a while, she started to feel exasperated that she could not find a piece of memory that could offer her an answer about the meaning of the name "
Languoreth"
. But Alicia did not give up. She took a breath, calmed herself for a bit, then closed her eyes and tried to dig into her memories one at a time. She had all night, what did she have to worry about? That strange orb? Maybe, but her best friends were there, ready to keep her safe. She also had the magic hood from her mother.
She then came across a sliver of remembrance. It was when her mother told the history of the leading wizards in the Kingdom of Camelot, including the land of Caledonia. The hazy memories were slowly unveiled.
Wizards…
Caledonia…
Twins…
The Land of Camelot against The Eternal Empire of Roma…
Her heart skipped a beat when she remembered something. A name piece, a clue.
Lailoken!
The Grand Magus of Camelot, as well as the mad visionary.
Opponent of The Eternal Empire, but saved by Roma itself.
Trying to unite Caledonia and Eternal Roma. Or, as the Caledonians called it, subjection.
In the end, must fight the remaining extremist rebels.
Against her own twin sister,
Languoreth.
"That's it! Languoreth!" roared Alicia, then chuckled. Languoreth, the twin sister of Lailoken, or the world would rather know him as: The Great Magus, Merlin! It looked like what was in front of her might be the tomb of Languoreth herself! Alicia could not understand why no one ever realised that in this cemetery, resided one of the foremost wizards whose legends put children to sleep. And also, that sphere in the sky! It seemed that the orb had some connection to her. It could not just be a mere coincidence, floating on the horizon near the final resting place of Merlin's sister. She ought to report these results to her best friends! They must be tired after waiting for her just to come out of her fantasy world.
"Pals! I think I found some—"
"Alicia! Watch out!"
the two friends rushed towards her after such a hysterical scream.
Alicia had not even caught the message that entered her ears, before eventually…
Boom!
That sphere. That bloody damn sphere. It flew, fell, and shot straight to the magic nerd, then hit the mausoleum, putting the entire building into crumbles. Nadine and Gilmore were pushed far away because of the energy spike after the collision. The ball exploded after hitting the ground, wiping out the surrounding tombs, and leaving a large hole. The sphere literally smashed her like a bloody meteor.
The fallen Gilmore immediately got up and started yelling frantically.
"Alicia! Alicia! Shite! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Gilmore immediately ran, his sweat mixed with the tears, carried by the rushing wind. Both signified extreme anxiety. Gilmore stared at the hole. All the ruins of the mausoleum and cemetery assembled there. Oh no! She was hit by the debris!
Nadine was unconscious for a moment after being hit, and when she woke up, she also immediately rushed towards the big hole. It shocked Nadine when she saw mounds of building wreckage filling the pit. She watched Gilmore go down the hole, lifting and throw the rubbles in hopes of a boulder protecting poor Alicia, so she would not die from being crushed by the enormous walls. He struggled to lift the large stones one by one hastily. Feelings of guilt haunted him, recalling that he and Nadine were the ones who took Alicia where she shouldn't not be and promised to protect her if anything happened.
"Alicia, Alicia, ye hear me? Answer, damn it! Alicia, Alicia!"
The hysterical Nadine tried to call Gilmore to stop dismantling the rubbles because.
"Gilmore! Stop!"
"
No! Cannot! Alicia's in there! Help me remove these blocks, quick!"
"You can't do it, Gilmore! We must report this immediately to the authorities!"
"Fuck, Nadine! She's as guid as deid if we wait for them!"
Nadine felt that Gilmore was too stubborn to reason. She then took out her portable
telecomm
to contact the civil guard, fire brigade, or anybody. And how the Divine had cursed her, her telecomm was dead, its glass was cracked, almost out of shape. The impact was powerful enough to destroy the handy Telecomm inside her pocket. "Oh, no!"
Gilmore still tried to lift one of the biggest chunks of rock, but with all those muscles, the rock barely moved.
"Ah, fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fucking ...!"
He had despaired, knelt down while pumping his fist toward the boulder and laying a thousand curses on it.
Nadine descended and told Gilmore about the problem with her telecom. "Gilmore! My telecomm is broken! Give me yours!" she ordered.
Gilmore pulled out his own telecomm from the back of his pocket. His telecomm was also damaged. Both began to lose hope. Nadine sat down beside him and cried. Gilmore—who had been weeping for a while, continued to remove the debris so he could find her little friend as soon as possible. []
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Some fancy words that ought to be remembered:
Telecomm: A term for telecommunication device in this world, resembling to our telephone.
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That evening in Trinketshore, they were already across the street to Howlett's to see if there was anyone around the block. The road was pretty much empty; it looked like there were no civil guards or homeless people around. The three of them had had their beanie and mask on. Only Alicia and Nadine wore the goggles. As for Gilmore, perhaps his face was too common, the mask was good enough to cover his face. They also put on their thick jacket and long pants so they could blend in as a group of roofless looking for a fire to warm themselves, while also delivering their routine gossip that broke the night's mute.
The triplets started going the other way to the next pavement, where Howlett's—now a patch of a yard full of ashes—was located.
Gilmore stared at what remained of that place with a heavy heart. He would have to move on from his favourite protein buffet. "Oh, no... Howlett's, Howlett's," he said.
A dividing line marked with the civil guard sigil had delimited the courtyard. Nothing exciting to be seen there but ashes and bricks of charcoal, along with pieces of debris—very fragile debris—that could turn into ashes and be blown by the wind at any time. This did not look like an ordinary wildfire. There was no way a fire with a duration of roughly six hours time, with no one noticing, looked so clean and barely gave anything as a memoir. An elegant, minimalistic kind of fire, so people would say.
"This isn't a normal fire at all. Too clean. This must have been an act of magic," Alicia uttered with confidence, then broke through the civil guard line. Nadine and Gilmore looked left and right before following Alicia close into the area.
"Can't agree more, hen," said Nadine, "But what magic and who caused it?" Nadine then looked at Alicia from behind her google.
"Only one way to find out."
Alicia was perhaps the most conspicuous of them all because she had a knapsack on her back, already like a tramp who had just been kicked out of the house. She called the ball out of the mouth of her bag, and Voila! Orb was already flying between her hands. She then asked her question, "Okay, Orb, you've seen it. Now please answer, is this your doing when you hovered in the sky last night?"
Orb gave off the same sad tone, just like when Alicia asked it at home back then, only longer. From the look on Alicia's face, it seemed that she didn't get the answer she wanted.
"Nothing, Orb
doesnae
remember anything at all," Alicia turned to face her friends. "It said the power emitted to attract our attention last night couldn't just make some random building burnt out."
Again, a dead end. But it didn't take long for her to come up with another pure dead brilliant thought.
"Orb, I can really do anything with your power, right?"
Orb just gave the signal of agreement,
Yeah, something like that,
was how the girl translated its response.
To find out, why don't you just do a sync and try it yourself?
"As long as I'm in full concentration, I think it's worth a shot.
Awright,
then. I have this one idea. Let's just try it." Alicia straightened herself, making her hands half-folded as if praying, only leaving a slight gap for Orb to float between her palms.
"So, what are
ye gaun tae dae?"
asked Gilmore.
"Dinnae ken.
Just see."
She closed her legs, lowered her head, and closed her eyes to enter synchronisation with Orb. The plasma energy from the magic sphere circulated throughout Alicia's neural pathways, lighting up her body the way Orb did. Then, from the soles of her feet, bluish plasma energy appeared in a circle, getting bigger, wider, and spreading to the surrounding area. Gilmore and Nadine, who did not know what their best friend was doing, took a wise decision to step back, although the circle had reached and passed through them first. A few milliseconds after the first circle came out, another circle appeared, and another circle, and on and on until it made a water ripple pattern. Or most likely, a magic wave radar.
All those circles left traces at certain points within their reach, which then turned into plasma bubbles with an alien substance trapped inside. The bubbles kept rising to the top until they stopped right in the middle of the triplets. Finally, the girl stopped flowing the circle wave, and her body returned to its original state. She had just opened her eyes, but she staggered right away, almost fell. She then gathered air for her panting breaths. Cold sweat started to pour out, and her heart was racing unsteadily, even though Alicia was not running a marathon.
Her two best friends called out to her in tandem, "Alicia!" and then immediately helped her up. "Are you awright?"
"I, uh— " Alicia was still trying to do proper breathing from her mouth. "I'm fine. I was trying to find a way to scan the ruins with Orb's power for clues. It's draining me a wee bit." Alicia shoved the four hands away that became her pillars to stand on her own. "But, hey! I didn't faint right away. That's progress!"
Nadine scolded her, saying "You! Just because you didn't pass out doesn't mean it's time for you to be so petty!"
"Really Nadine, I'm
awright!"
Alicia managed to maintain her balance. Her breathing rhythm was also back to normal. "I just need to get used to this new power. Anyway, did it work?"
Gilmore patted her shoulder as he looked around, saying, "If yer throwing a bubble party, well, yer in for a
guid craic."
Alicia saw several medium-sized bubbles spread out in the yard.
"Looks like it worked!" Alicia started to get excited. She approached one bubble behind her for closer observation. The rest of them just froze because they did not dare mess with those vesicles. The magic nerd tried to direct the bubble closer to her round glasses. Her initially excited mien turned into aghast when she saw what was inside.
"Oh, no...."
"W-what, what is it?" asked Nadine.
Inside that bubble was a residue of unstable magic energy. A bright purple residue, in the shape of tiny lumps with a long trail when moved, akin to a velvet tail. Her friends, who were devoured by curiosity as well, approached the bubble. They might not have a brain full of magical knowledge as the Crimsonmane bookworm, but in this very world they lived in, there was absolutely no way for them not to recognise what was before them.
"This is…," answered the girl slowly.
"A fucking black magic," continued Gilmore.
They took a few slow steps back. All of them shuddered. Indeed, the occurrence of magic at Trinketshore was not unusual. But no one—not even the brigands or crooked magic practitioners, ever recorded in the Trinketshore criminal database—used black magic to carry out their criminal vigors. To the laymen, they would only see its presentation on visual prints or telemedia, if they were lucky enough to never encounter it.
Alicia checked the contents of the other bubbles, one by one. The number of bubbles that appeared in the area was not much, no more than twenty. All of them showed the remnants of black magic energy trapped within.
Those magic vesicles advanced their glow intensity not long after. The quadruplets were surrounded by dazzling light bulbs. Alicia protected her eyes with her left palm in reflex, but she tried to peek through the gaps of her fingers. Inside the plasma bubble, the black remnants appeared to look like being eaten away by the plasma flow itself. Suddenly all those bubbles, along with the black magic within them, disappeared in an instant, followed by a shrill but not deafening noise. Everything was gone. What happened just now? Alicia then dared herself to take her hand away from her eyes. It was darksome again.
"Good news: not Orb's doing. Bad news: it's worse." Nadine's face was somehow stiffened. "There's a dark mage running around creating this mess! Alicia, I don't think it's safe to be here. Would it not be better to just go back to your house?"
Gilmore voiced his agreement with Nadine. "Maybe Nadine is right. We
cannae
stay here too long. What if the mage is around and sees you holding the magic
baw?"
"But we can fight him, right? I mean, we have Orb to help us out."
Gilmore refuted her, "I thought we've talked about this, hen. We
cannae—"
"I know. It's just... are we really going to let a dark mage run wild around the town?"
"Alicia, ye barely have a physical fight, let alone engage in magical combat! Ye can never beat him, not in yer current condition!"
This wasn't the first time Gilmore or Nadine had warned Alicia of her incompetence. But this was the first time Alicia had shown offense to her best friends. She looked at them like she was looking at her Crimsonmane kins.
I've been connected with Orb and became the mage I've dreamed of. Why do they still treat me like a helpless wee bairn?
"Alicia, we only came here to check out this place, remember? Now we've done it. The trip's over!" Gilmore said.
"You all can head home first. Orb and I will look for more clues ourselves."
"What? Alicia—"
"This mage," Alicia frowned. "This mage has black magic! If he's here, it's not just this restaurant. The whole Trinketshore would be in danger! We don't know why they bothered to come to this small town, but whatever it is, it's not good!"
"Ye just said it! It's
nae
good at all. They're probably here so that they could perform these forbidden rituals and but in a remote town. Or worse...," Gilmore squinted his eyes at the bright calming orb, shimmering like stardust with a cosmic vortex at its center, cradled in Alicia's hands.
"...They're looking for that."
Alicia tried to bluff. "Orb and I are already connected. They
wouldnae
be able to separate us that easy!"
"Ye may know more about black magic than both of us. But ye
dinnae
ken the full extent of your Orb's abilities. Yer no stronger than an experienced mage, Alicia. Not even with Orb's power."
Alicia lowered her head, looking at Orb. The understanding human being like her was forced to declare defeat in a brief debate with Gilmore. Not because her intelligence had decreased, but rather because she was smart, she had already thought about the repercussions of her actions if she was careless. Alicia still had to adapt to the pooling and circulation of energy back and forth between herself and Orb. Casting a simple spell with it could knock her out. What happened if she exploited that energy for long-term combat? Entering the battle unprepared only made her die silly. Even both her friends could not back her up, for the opponent they were about to face was someone who had black magic energy—a negative kind of magic that was too strong and destructive to everything, even to the enchanter.
Nadine gave her a pat of comfort. "I know you mean well, Alicia. But it would be best if we leave it to the Trinketshore magical authorities to take care of this matter."
"I… I just want to be useful because I've obtained this boon. I don't want to be just remembered as the frail Crimsonmane nerd. I'm sick of being protected all the time. Now it should be my turn to use my gift to help people as a mage."
"Gilmore isn't a knight just because he's only wielded a sword for a day. You'll have to delve deeper into Orb's relationship with
yerself
before you can slowly become the great mage ye aspire to be. And you
will definitely
be that person someday," Nadine embraced her. "I really believe in Orb's power. Ye will become a great mage like yer
maw
in the future. But ye have to be patient and
ken
yer limits."
Ah, Nadine, don't bring up 'mama' again! You know I'd be blue if I heard that one word,
said Alicia in her heart.
Gilmore let out a smile. "
Jist
so ye know, I
didnae
mean to look down on ye, like...," his eyes looked the other way, his lips twitching. "
Yon
bunch of 'arseholes' ye call family."
Alicia then put on an almost smiling expression when she heard Gilmore insulting her big clan. Gilmore added, "It's just that everything takes time."
Alicia could not help but smile a little and nodded. They were right. Maybe for now, let the adult mages do what they were paid for.
But how the Divine had cursed them. Only after they had had enough deliberation, the three of them suddenly felt a violent tremor. The sound of a gigantic explosion shook their hearts, followed by the screams of a frantic crowd from a distance. It wasn't easy for them not to notice a purple explosion with a shape that resembled a mushroom.
The black mage had returned, sooner than they expected.
Orb wailed a loud siren. The real threat was here. The explosion seemed to have swept away all the wise thoughts that had been embedded in the girl's head. She lost her rational minds again. Signs of panic began to appear in her eyes. Panic because they have to run away for the sake of their lives, or panic because the townspeople trapped in danger suddenly became a moral burden for the girl.
With her body shaking and trapped in a labyrinth of dilemmas, Alicia Crimsonmane decided to put the safety of the people first. Her feet pedaled faster away from her pals, who were still stunned by the explosion, before realizing that their childhood friend had instead walked towards the source of the fire.
"Alicia! Where are you going to?"
"Damn it,
yon
bampot!"
complained the Big Yin.
Alicia's heard nothing but the screams of the citizens who were frantic like animals. []
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Maw: Ma, Mother.
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Yasuho exited the school and examined the scenery, the bright blue sky, the lush green trees and grass, the modest dirt path towards the school. “Right out of those Earthling paintings.” She muttered.
Standing patiently for her brother, Yasuho waited for him to get out of the school. After a few minutes, he exited.
“Hey Yas! Thought you’d get lost without me?” Yasuho suppressed the urge to give him a facial reconstruction surgery, with her fist.
“Nah, figured it’d be the other way around. And I didn’t feel like getting yelled at.” She replied, it had happened before. Kizaru came home crying and Yasuho got the yelling of a lifetime.
“Will you let that go? It was 6 years ago.” Kizaru pouted, |
Yasuho entered the principals office, “Small, cramped and dusty.” She thought “Seriously, how does one guy get this much stuff in here?” Suddenly, she saw the seat turn around in front of her.
“Hello Yasuho, I trust you found our school as a respectable learning institution over your 6 years here?” The principal wore an icy glare.
“Uh- Yeah, something like that.” Yasuho replied nervously. She had never seen the principal like this ever before.
“I’m glad you have Yasuho!” That icy glare had almost instantaneously been overwritten with a beaming smile. “I wish you the best of luck on your travels!”
“Th-Thank you sir.” Yasuho couldn’t seem to forget that face. She made haste for the door.
“Oh yeah, Yasuho. Don’t forget to get your diploma from the front desk”
“Thank you for reminding me sir”
Yasuho took a quick detour to get her diploma, before leaving the school for the last time. |
Yasuho made it home before her brother, leaving her a few precious minutes of separation from him. She began up the stairs, through the door, then to her room where she prepared her things for the adventurer’s exam.
She was packed and ready to go before her brother entered the door.
“I’ll see you later Kazuto!” Yasuho yelled as she ran out the door.
A short while later, Yasuho entered the Adventurer’s Hall. She walked towards the front desk.
“Hello! Are you here for the Adventurer’s exam?” The receptionist asked.
“Yes I am.”
“Great! What’s your name?”
“Yasuho Mizah”
“How old are you?”
“Fifteen”
“What kind of magic do you have?”
“Creation”
“Great! Go through the door on the right and I’ll sign you up!”
“Thank you!” Yasuho ran towards the door, when it swung open.
That’s when she came face to face with an almost infamous man, the legendary Keice. |
“Today is your final day at ZX4’s Mage Academy, we’re so proud to have raised a new generation of amazing students and-“
Yasuho tuned the principal out, having had enough of his graduation speech “I’m fifteen, I should be out slaying dragons or something.” She thought, absently gazing at her fellow students.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone who seemed to be signalling to her. She moved her head over to see Kaizaru, her twin brother, pointing at the board in front of them. She refocused her attention to the principal.
“-As we call down the graduating students, we ask that you stay quiet so the students can hear their names being called.” Yasuho sighed, the students weren’t going to listen to him and everyone knew it.
Immediately after the principal started reading names, the class exploded into conversation. Yasuho took this time to read her textbook for the last time.
“There are 3 types of magic in this world, Augmentation, Creation and Special. Augmentation edits the user’s body, allowing increased punching power, speed and durability. Creation creates ‘things’ out of magic including elements and physical objects. And Special is a type that can’t be fit within the others categories, allowing increased creativity.”
Yasuho heard her name called and nearly sprinted to the principal office, eager to be out of the Academy. As she ran, she wondered what she would do after graduating. “Uh, become a great adventurer and maybe save the world a few times.” She reminded herself.
Finally after arriving at the principal’s office, she took a quick breath and opened the door, prepared for her new adventuring life. |
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Satou was just a seven-year-old boy with a love for idol culture. He adored listening to music by his favorite creator, Saori. One fateful day, while completing an important exam at school, he passed by a TV broadcasting the news.
"Welcome to Tyodo News," the news reporter announced before being interrupted by breaking news. "We have just received urgent news of a murder in Shinjuku near a 6 Twelve," the second reporter informed. "Switching to the scene, NOW!"
The scene showed the body of a young woman, who resembled Saori, surrounded by police officers and media. It was reported that it could have been a suicide. Satou, who had never been interested in the news, walked past the TV store and headed home. As he sang his favorite Saori song, he turned the corner and saw a terrifying scene. There was blood splattered all over the ground and Saori's lifeless body lay there. Satou vomited and passed out.
A few hours later, he woke up in a hospital bed next to his mother. "It will be alright," she lied, trying to comfort him. Satou knew there was nothing that could be done to bring back his beloved idol, but he couldn't shake the image of her body out of his head. He became determined to find a way to bring her back and decided to go to a prestigious school to study physics and build a time machine.
Years of research and experimentation passed, but Satou never found a solution. One day, while searching for more information on time travel, he stumbled upon a strange article claiming that Saori was still alive, but no one had seen her. The article instructed him to meet a strange man at a location in Tokyo, but Satou was too suspicious to follow through.
As Satou continued to search for a way to bring Saori back, he found himself struggling to make ends meet. He started dealing illegal goods on the side to earn extra money, but he knew it was only a temporary solution. He couldn't shake the feeling that there had to be a better way to bring back his beloved idol. He continued to research and experiment, determined to find a way to make his dream a reality.
Despite his efforts, nothing seemed to work out. Satou began to lose hope and considered giving up on his life. But just when he was at his lowest point, he was caught by the police for dealing drugs.
As he sat in the police station, waiting to be processed, Satou suddenly found himself transported back in time to the moment when he first read the strange article about Saori being alive. He realized that this was his second chance to follow the instructions and meet the strange man. Satou knew he had to take the risk, even if it meant facing his suspicions and fears. He had to do whatever it took to bring back his beloved idol.
CONTINUED IN THE NEXT PART |
Chapter 11
The Search for Challenger
Challenger was still missing and The Bear and both Crayon, Colouruke, Colourea, Artby and Warbler were searching for him.
Meanwhile Blackin was telling Whites and Blackina about the disappearance of Challenger.
" We must find him " said Blackin.
" It shouldn't be too hard, we know what he looks like so we can send in the Smithsons to find him " said Whites.
" Taking Challenger will lead us to Crayon " said Blackina. " Crayon will lead us to the others, allowing Easeion and his siblings to end the romance "
" Well if it keeps Crayon sad then I am fine with that " said Blackin.
" Crayon must be kept alive for now " said Whites.
" They have the memo, they just need to end the romance but first we need Challenger " said Blackina.
Meanwhile Easeion was talking with Bill and Tara.
" Challenger must be found " said Easeion.
" Exactly " said Bill.
" Blackin wants him, so we will find him " said Tara.
" Yes " said Easeion.
" He cannot hide from me "
An announcement on the intercom in the hideout told all the members to search for Challenger, we must bring him to the hideout. The members left the hideout and headed in these giant vans, some on helicopters and in small planes as well. The members found a place outside of Colourland to park and they headed on foot into the main area.
Crayon, Colourea, Colouruke, Artby and Warbler went outside and were looking for Challenger all over Colourland. They then ran into a Bear member.
The member then started talking to them.
" Challenger will be found " said the man.
" That is true, by us " said Colouruke.
" The Bear will find him, Easeion scared him away " said the man.
" Easeion went inside his office ? " asked Crayon.
" With his siblings " said the man.
" We won't let The Bear take him " said Colourea.
" Easeion is not the type of man to allow that " said the man.
" He doesn't scare me " said Artby. " We are just too heroic for him ".
" Easeion will destroy all five of you himself " said the man.
" He is so powerful "
" Challenger will return and The Bear won't take him " said Crayon.
The man left.
The five of them saw Bear members who then were on the streets.
The Bear members then headed down this street and they saw this building which they entered.
They were looking for Challenger inside the building, the five fighters followed them in the building. The five fighters then saw Challenger while they exited the building, the Bear members chased them.
" Challenger is ours " said one of the members.
" No, he's not " said Crayon.
" Easeion will speak to him " said another member.
" We won't let him do that " said Artby.
" Challenger belongs to The Bear, Easeion has questions for him " said a third member.
" If you don't let him go to us, then a fight is happening " said a fourth member.
" I'll take those chances " said Artby.
" Bakers want Challenger eating bread, it is good for the baker "
" This is not about that, time to fight " said the fourth member.
The men then rushed the five fighters with their Shadow Strikes but Artby used the Super Light Bomb, knocking them down. The men got up and grabbed Colouruke and all kicked him.
Colouruke got up and used the Sea Punch on one of the men, defeating him. The other three then used their Shadow Bombs on Crayon while Crayon and Warbler used their Super Air Bombs on them. A huge explosion happened, but the men were defeated. Crayon and Warbler got up. Challenger then headed with the six fighters and they headed back to Challenger's office where they saw Bear members.
" This place belongs to us, Challenger " said the woman.
" Challenger, Easeion has questions for you said the man.
" Questions ? " asked Crayon.
" We know of what you represent " said the second man.
We know of what you represent for Challenger " said a third member.
" Easeion is willing to spare you " said a fourth member.
" Spare Challenger from what " said Colouruke.
" If you help us end the romance, he will not kill you " said a fifth member.
" End the romance ? " asked Colouruke. " Why does Easeion want to end it so badly anyways "
" He knows that by removing it, it will weaken you Crayon " said the first member.
" We won't let him do that " said Artby.
" The bakers want him in good shape so he can eat bread "
" I wouldn't recommend that, Easeion is letting you not be dead by helping end it " said the second member.
" Easeion believes that ending the romance will weaken me ? " asked Crayon.
" He knows that it will, he perceives you as the biggest threat to him and our organization " said the third member.
" Therefore by ending the romance, it will do wonders for The Bear " said the fourth member.
" Artby, you must allow us to do this " said the fifth member. " Do you want to be going to the bakeries or be dead "
" Well the bread is great, but harming Colourea is not something I want to do " said Artby.
" Colourea joins us in the bakery, so I won't go against that "
" That's not the way we will accept " said the first member. " Just like Easeion, we gave you this opportunity to live but you have chosen to do this shit so we will fight.
" Bring it on " said Colouruke.
" Prepare for your demise " said the first member.
The members then fired their Shadow Bombs at Colourea but Crayon and Warbler used their Air Kicks while Colouruke used his Sea Kick to attempt to weaken the bombs. Challenger then kicked one of the men while Artby punched another.
The men and the woman got up and they then used their Shadow Strikes while Crayon and Warbler used the Air Blasts to knock them down but the woman was able to get through and hit Crayon. The men got up and then launched their Shadow Bombs, while Colouruke and Colourea launched their Light Bombs, creating an explosion.
The men were defeated, while the woman then used the Double Shadow Strike which hit Colourea. Colourea punched her. The woman then used the Darkness Blast while Crayon used the Air Blast, the woman was defeated. The five fighters joined Challenger and then left the building.
Easeion had learned about the defeat and the fact that his idea for sparing Colouruke, Warbler and Artby was refused.
" I'll have no problem seeing my siblings kill them " said Easeion.
" They will never cross me and make it, not a chance "
" I will never let anyone interfere "
" It will be simple, the romance will be destroyed " said Bill.
" Yeah, Crayon will be so sad " said Easeion.
" My talent guarantees his sorrow, there is no chance for him "
" They will regret this " said Tara.
" I will have you two fight them first, not that I would need to " said Easeion. " I've got talent "
" Making Crayon sad will be simple " said Bill.
" He will be sad forever after this " said Easeion.
" I would like that " said Tara.
" As a family, there is nothing than stop us " said Bill.
" Exactly " said Easeion. " We are just too fucking good for them "
" Colourland will belong to us, I cannot wait to see the sad look on his face when Colourea is no more " said Bill.
" The Bear will love it as well, Blackin can be the new ruler after all this " said Tara.
" It will be good for Blackina as well " said Easeion.
" It sure will " said Tara.
" The Bear will have everything, there is no stopping the Smithsons " said Bill.
" I love being a Smithson "
" It is great, I love it " said Easeion.
" Hahahahahahaha " all three of them said.
Meanwhile Blackin, Blackina and Whites were talking.
" Bill and Tara should finish them off easily " said Blackin.
" The Smithsons will end Colourea " said Blackina.
" We need Crayon sad " said Whites.
" It will truly terrify him and we will love it " said Blackin.
" Why would we not " said Whites. " How could the Bear not enjoy him like that "
" I will be the new ruler with Blackina " said Blackin.
" Blackina is the love of my life, I will love being in control of Colourland with her "
" It will be wonderful " said Blackina.
" How could it not be " said Blackin.
" The Bear will have everything, Challenger must be finished as well " said Whites.
" There is a connection with Challenger to those five, I don't know what it is but it must be removed " said Blackin.
" He was willing to protect those five, for that he must pay " said Blackina.
" The bakeries will be targeted next " said Whites. " We know that Artby goes to them all the time "
" Bakers will be destroyed if they interfere "
" Therefore Colourea will not be too far away " said Blackina.
" Yeah, Colourea hangs out with him so it will be simple " said Whites.
Blackin and Blackina headed to a separate area upstairs. |
Chapter 14
Easeion Takes Control
Blackin, Blackina and Whites were talking.
" I hope that the romance between Crayon and Colourea is over " said Blackin.
" It will keep Crayon sad, which is what we want " sad Blackina.
" With all the talk about the Smithson family from Easeion, then Bill and Tara should be able to succeed " said Whites.
" They are both stronger than Alice " said Blackin.
" If they were to somehow fail, then Easeion needs to take action " said Blackina.
" Easeion will want the romance destroyed, but if Crayon really is strong enough to beat them then maybe we need to kill Crayon " said Whites.
" It is something that we must consider, we must be able to take over as a couple " said Blackin. " I understand that Easeion wants to see Crayon sad but we cannot allow Crayon to be kept alive if Bill and Tara were not able to win "
" We have not heard from them " said Blackina.
" We need to talk to Easeion, maybe they have contacted him most likely " said Whites.
" I hope so " said Blackin.
Easeion was contacted and he told Whites that he had not heard from his siblings.
" They have not arrived back yet " said Whites.
" Knowing the way they do things as a family, they likely lost the fight " said Blackina.
" That is not good for any of us "
" Lost the fight ? " asked Blackin. " Easeion said that the Smithsons were the greatest family ever "
" He talked about their talent a lot "
" Easeion will be extremely angry if that happens "
" Easeion said a lot of great things about the Smithsons, but perhaps he didn't count on the training that Crayon may have done " said Whites.
" We now have to assume that Bill and Tara lost to Crayon "
" Hopefully they were at least able to end the romance " said Blackina.
" We cannot have that since Crayon will be weaker that way "
" I hope so " said Blackin.
" The Bear wants it gone "
" Yes, Crayon must feel misery " said Whites.
" We have all agreed that this must happen "
Easeion had learned that Tara and Bill had lost the fight and he was absolutely infuriated.
" How the fuck could this happen, the Smithsons are great " said Easeion.
" I wanted Crayon sad, I wanted the romance destroyed, I wanted the motherfucker sad "
" Bill and Tara not being with me right now pisses me off "
" As a brother, I wanted their success so much "
" Now, I have to destroy it myself, I will make sure that Crayon is single "
" He will never see any love with Colourea again after I'm done with him, hahahahahaha "
" I will get my revenge for Bill and Tara, as a brother I will never allow their sacrifices to mean nothing "
" If I were to allow that bullshit, then what would that show me "
" I am too great a brother, too great a fighter, I have killed people who messed with Bill and I'll do the same again "
" Hahahahahahaha "
" My talent is legendary, Crayon will not have a chance and he never will "
" Crayon will no longer love Colourea, no more of this "
" I will be happy to see the end of that "
" Crayon's sadness is what we need in the organization "
" He will be sad, I must guarantee this "
" Bear members will want him this way so it must happen "
" The Bear will bring him down "
" Crayon will be single, I will not allow him to not be "
Easeion then sent Bear members to search for the five fighters.
At the hospital, Crayon was hoping to see his buddies wake up. He first saw Warbler and Colouruke get up.
" Glad to see you guys are here " said Crayon.
" You win the fight ? " asked Colouruke.
" I did " said Crayon. " Unfortunately they kept attacking Colourea while she was defeated but I think they failed to kill her which is good "
" The Smithsons really are ruthless " said Warbler. " Easeion is going to be infuriated when he finds out about his siblings "
" We will need to heal up great for him " said Crayon.
" We will also need to train a lot " said Colouruke.
" Easeion is tough but if we can get stronger, we should be able to beat him " said Crayon.
" Hoping Artby and Colourea will be okay " said Warbler.
" Same here " said Crayon.
The Bear members arrived in Colourland and demanded the whereabouts of Crayon.
" Where is he " said the first member.
" I don't know where Crayon is " said the man.
" If you protect Crayon you will truly regret it " said the second member. The two Bear members then attacked the man, both kicked him.
Bear members were roughing people up and they continued to demand the whereabouts of Crayon again. They then all launched their Shadow Bombs towards the square, knocking out several people and taking their wallets.
After that, they then contacted Easeion.
" Easeion, we got a lot of wallets " said the first member.
" Glad to see, what I want is the whereabouts of those five fighters as well " said Easeion. " Still, it is great to see the panic of those fighters "
" They all claimed to not know where Crayon is " said the member.
" I have a sense they are lying " said Easeion. " My siblings have always wanted the romance to be over so we must continue regardless of people protecting Crayon "
" Crayon cannot be protected "
" We will make Crayon single " said the member.
" For the time being just keep looking for those fighters, anyone that dares to protect them will truly suffer " said Easeion.
" Mercy cannot be shown to anyone protecting them "
" Crayon will regret crossing me "
" Indeed " said the member.
" The Bear will not allow people to protect Crayon or any friends of his "
" Anyways, I have to head out into Colourland and find them as well " said Easeion.
" Crayon will be taken down "
" He has no chance against me "
" I am too talented "
Meanwhile, all five of the fighters besides Colourea had waken up and then after that Colourea had waken up.
" Glad to see that you have waken up " said Crayon.
" It is good to be back " said Colourea.
" It is great, we should head to the bakery after it is okay " said Artby.
" The bakers love having us around "
" We can be the customers that the bakers have wanted "
" Yeah, we could go there " said Warbler.
After they were cleared to leave the hospital, they did and they went to the bakery.
Artby was glad to see bakers again.
" Glad to see you bakers again, Crayon has gotten so heroic now " said Artby.
" So heroic now ? " asked the baker.
" He sure has, the baking has truly saved us " said Artby. " I am so proud of you as a baker "
" Uh, thanks Artby " said the baker. " Getting any bread today ?
" We are getting a lot of bread " said Artby.
" Bread is so tasty "
" I love baking so much "
Artby got the bread, he thanked every baker for their heroism and how heroic Crayon has gotten.
After that, the five of them headed home and heard about the attacks and then contacted Challenger.
" They are attacking Colourland again " said Crayon.
" I had a feeling " said Challenger.
" We will keep training " said Colouruke.
" Glad to see that all five of you are okay " said Challenger. " Easeion is insanely tough so you five need to be stronger "
" We will keep going to the bakeries " said Artby. " We need to stay heroic "
" Bakeries help with that "
" Stay heroic ? " asked Challenger.
" We must always be heroic, heroism has stopped the Smithsons " said Artby. " If we do not stay heroic we cannot stop Easeion "
" We will defeat him, we just need the time " said Warbler.
" We will keep training hard and tell you more information " said Colourea.
" Exactly, just keep fighting and see you five later " said Challenger.
" Bye " they all said.
They ate their breakfast which they enjoyed.
Meanwhile they then headed to train, Crayon was practicing his Light Implosion attack and Colourea was able to use it.
Warbler was practicing his Wind attacks and he was able to use the Wind Implosion attack. Artby was practicing his Bomb attacks while Colouruke then was practicing his Sea attacks, after a while of training they headed home.
Bear members led by Easeion then surrounded a man demanding about Crayon.
" Where is Crayon " demanded Easeion.
" I'm not sure " said the man.
You Colourlandish see him as a hero, don't lie " said Easeion.
" I know this for a fact, don't you dare go against the organization like that "
" If you protect Crayon, you will die " said a Bear member.
" Crayon will be brought down, just like his friends "
" He sometimes goes to the bakeries " said the man. " We know about the bakeries from our siblings in the past " said Easeion. " If we find out anyone in Colourland is protecting Crayon they will not be spared in our takeover "
" Takeover " said the man.
" Yes, Colourland will belong to us very soon " said Easeion.
" Nothing you do will stop us "
" We are too dangerous for you "
" Do not mess with us "
Easeion and the members then fired their Shadow Bombs at a building and then broke inside demanding the whereabouts involving Crayon.
" Where is Crayon ? " asked the member.
" I don't know where he is " said a woman.
Easeion then charged his Lightning Edge technique and attacked a man.
" The sooner we know where Crayon lives, the less people get hurt " said Easeion.
" I don't know his address " said the man.
" We will find out where he lives, all of The Bear will end those five fighters for good and Colourland will be ruled by us " said a member.
Easeion and the members left and they kept going through Colourland.
" We will return to Challenger's office, we will force him to bring us Crayon " said Easeion.
" There will be no way out of this "
" Yeah, it is over for them " said a Bear member.
They then headed to the office, Easeion then fired the Lightning Edge at someone and knocked them down, people were panicking. Bear members then used their Shadow Strikes and hit down more people. They then headed towards Challenger's office but he was not there.
Easeion then wrote a note there. He then wrote another note and put it in the building outside the room. The members then found a man and threw him to the ground.
They took his wallet and they entered a different room. Easeion then saw a different man and then hit him with the Quadruple Shadow Strike.
Easeion had taken supplies from that room and wrote another note in there, he then stole his wallet and eventually he and the Bear members left the building. Easeion then used one of the notes he had stolen and put it outside the building.
They headed back to the hideout and showed the stolen stuff to Blackin. Blackin was happy to see that so many people were robbed.
" Good to see " said Blackin.
" We put two notes in there " said Easeion.
" Hopefully Challenger will reveal Crayon to us " said Blackin.
" Yes, finding Crayon will allow my goal to happen " said Easeion.
" Haha, he will be so sad "
" Just the way the Bear wants him "
" Yes, the demise of Crayon is very important to the organization " said Blackin.
" His demise will happen " said Easeion.
" I am too skilled for this to fail "
" Crayon be sadder than ever "
Blackina and Whites entered the room.
" Challenger will be given a choice, the romance between Crayon and Colourea or him " said Blackina.
" He will save himself " said Whites.
" He may try to save both " said Easeion.
" You will kill him if he dares " said Blackin. " If he manages to keep quiet and allow us to end the romance then he can be spared "
" He will join The Bear " said Blackina. " He will not be given a choice and we take over Colourland "
" What will we force Challenger to do here ? " asked Easeion.
" We must end the romance, and take over first " said Whites. " Focus on making Crayon single and lonely first "
" I will make him the saddest motherfucker ever, he will never be happy again " said Easeion.
" He will be in intense pain from this " said Blackin.
" Hahahahahaha " said Easeion.
" Hahahahahaha " they all said.
Blackin went to this room upstairs separately with Blackina. |
Chapter 15
Easeion: Last Smithson Standing
Challenger heard about the attack and was talking to Crayon, Colourea, Colouruke, Artby and Warbler.
" The office has been attacked again and people have gotten hurt " said Challenger. The notes they have left say this:
Challenger, we know that you are protecting Crayon. The Bear intends to make him single, and take over Colourland. If you keep protecting Crayon, then you must be killed. The choice is simple Challenger, your life or the romance between Crayon and Colourea.
The Bear.
The second notice then said:
We will take over as a couple when Crayon is no longer with Colourea, there will be many important decisions to be made involving yourself. Crayon being with Colourea is not worth sacrificing yourself for, you must realize this by now.
If not then it will be over for you, be smart here. Crayon being with Colourea will no longer happen, our organization will guarantee this. Do not interfere with this, don't you dare.
The Bear.
" Damn " said Colouruke.
" This will not work " said Warbler.
" They want me to not support Crayon anymore " said Challenger.
" We will have to head around the office and fight " said Artby.
" Bakers would not want this to happen at all "
" We have no choice " said Colourea.
" I won't let them end it like this " said Crayon.
" We have been training hard, we can stop this couple that leads their organization " said Warbler.
" Easeion must be their right hand man, when we stop him then it should lead us to this couple " said Crayon.
" We'll just keep fighting, eating bread and giving great asskickings " said Artby. " The bakers have allowed us to give such great asskickings, bread awakens great heroism and keeps us heroic "
" Just keep training " said Challenger.
" We will " said Crayon.
" Gotta go, see you five later " said Challenger.
The five of them were then approached by five Bear members.
" You five are going down " said the first member.
" The bakers have told me otherwise " said Artby.
" Bakers ? " said the second member.
" Hahahahaha " said the third member.
" Baking has me more ready " said Artby.
" Time to fight " said Colouruke.
" Easeion will get his way as a brother " said the fourth member.
" He will not allow the sacrifices of Bill and Tara to mean nothing " said the fifth member.
" Easeion will not succeed " said Crayon.
Two of them used their Shadow Strikes towards Crayon while, the other three grabbed Colourea.
Crayon was able to use the Super Light Bomb while Warbler used the Sky Kick which kicked the bomb with more power which severely damaged two of the members but they got up. They then used their Shadow Strikes while a third member then kicked Colouruke. Artby used his Light Kick while Warbler and Crayon used their Air Kick techniques.
The men got up but were struggling, they then fired their Shadow Bombs while Crayon and Warbler used their Sky Kicks, while Artby used his Super Light Bomb which then completely blasted them.
The other two then started talking about Easeion.
" As a brother, Easeion will not accept what happened " said the first member.
" He is not known to be forgiving "
" He will get his revenge "
" Easeion will not allow their sacrifices to mean nothing, he will want the romance destroyed even more now " said the second member.
" We stopped Bill and Tara " said Colouruke.
" That is true " said Warbler.
" By the skin of your teeth, Easeion is way stronger than either of them " said the first member.
" Colourea almost died, you got so lucky " said the second member.
" You will not make it against Easeion "
" I will tell you something about The Bear " said the first member.
" What about The Bear exactly ? " said Warbler.
" You probably know by now about our leader and his girlfriend by now " said the second member.
" But he has a cousin, who is a insanely strong fighter " said the first member.
" A cousin ? " asked Crayon.
" His name is Whites " said the second member.
" He is incredibly powerful "
" Now, time for more fighting "
The two members then launched their Double Shadow Strikes against Crayon while Colouruke used his Super Sea Blast and Artby used his Super Light Bomb to counter and it worked. The members then were able to get up.
They then used their Shadow Bombs while Crayon, Warbler and Colourea used their Super Light Bombs allowing them to win the fight.
They then headed to meet Challenger and contacted him.
" Challenger, we have fought more Bear members and the leader has a cousin " said Crayon.
" So there are three members tougher than Easeion " said Challenger. " You five are going to have to train to an insane degree "
" We will do that " said Warbler.
" With the bread we have eaten and the skills we will have by then we will be fine " said Artby.
" The Bear won't take over here " said Colouruke.
" The bakers would never allow it, we cannot ever forget bakers and the sacrifices they have made for us " said Artby.
" Sacrifices ? " asked Challenger.
" The bread they keep baking despite the Smithsons " said Artby. " Bakers have sacrificed so much for us, and we cannot ever forget what they have done "
" I'm glad that you enjoy their baking " said Warbler.
" We will just keep training like we have been it should be fine for us " said Crayon.
" Good luck against Easeion " said Challenger.
" Thanks, Challenger " said Artby.
" Bakers have wanted you to wish me luck "
" Good for them " said Challenger.
" Bakers love Challenger " said Artby.
" Baking does a lot for him, I love baking so much "
" Uh, yeah " said Challenger a bit confused.
Easeion then entered the room with Whites.
" Easeion, it is your time " said Whites.
" I know everything you have done is for this moment "
" Crayon will no longer be with Colourea after I succeed " said Easeion. " There will be no Colourea and we will take over Colourland
" Keep in mind that Blackin very much wants Crayon to not be with Colourea a lot, you cannot let my great cousin down " said Whites. " His plan for Colourland is brilliant and if Crayon was to still be with Colourea it will never be possible "
" I will succeed where Bill and Tara did not, my lightning techniques will kill Colourea, I am ready to make her die " said Easeion. " He will be able to take over Colourland with Blackina "
" Blackina will be very upset if Blackin was not to take over, if Colourea remains alive you are aware of what could happen I hope " said Whites.
" Blackina is not someone you want to piss off "
" When that happens it will be a disaster, it cannot happen "
" I know what would happen and it won't " said Easeion. " Blackina would get very angry to see Blackin not be able to take over Colourland, and she would never forgive any of this shit "
" So you are aware of what Blackina would do if this plan was to fail " said Whites.
" I cannot wait to kill Colourea and end this romance with Crayon, and allow The Bear to take over Colourland " said Easeion.
" Blackina would be upset if that did not happen, how could she not "
" Colourea is dying "
" Hahahahahaha " said Whites. " The death of Colourea will be a great one "
" I will take credit for the killing here " said Easeion.
" I am too talented for her to not die "
" I will make sure of this "
" Good, every Bear member is counting on you " said Whites.
" Blackin and Blackina want Crayon and his friends out of the way, they cannot interfere anymore "
Blackin and Blackina were kissing each other in the bedroom on the other side of the hideout. |
Chapter 10
Easeion, Easeion, Easeion
Meanwhile at the Bear headquarters Easeion, Tara and Bill were talking with the members of The Bear.
" The romance between Crayon and Colourea must be destroyed " said Easeion.
" It will be great " said Bill.
" We will see Crayon sadder than ever " said Tara.
" When we succeed in destroying the relationship between Crayon and Colourea it will weaken Crayon " said Easeion.
" Crayon will feel hurt, he will understand that I have made sure that he is single "
" Him being single will be great " said Tara.
" Yes, the Bear will love it " said Easeion.
" Anyone who dares to save the relationship must die " said Bill.
" Yeah, this relationship cannot last for the sake of the Bear " said Easeion.
" Artby, Colouruke and Warbler will try to stop us " said Tara.
" They will be easy to defeat " said Easeion. " We cannot be afraid of people, we must be like this "
" If not, then we can forget about taking over "
" True " said Bill.
" There is no fear within us "
" Yes, the Smithsons are not afraid "
" Hahahahaha " said Tara.
" Yeah, we are so scary to them I bet " said Bill.
" Crayon will be one sad motherfucker, when I end the romance " said Easeion. " We will be laughing our asses off, when it happens "
" I will truly enjoy his sorrow, the Bear will all be laughing "
" Hahahahahahaha " said three siblings and every member of The Bear in the area.
" Now it is time to end it all " said Easeion.
" Yeah, we will ruin Crayon "
" He will be extremely hurt, the pain will consume him " said Bill.
" It will be too much for Crayon " said Easeion.
" He cannot handle what we are doing to Colourea "
" What we will do to Colourea is great " said Bill.
" It is " said Tara.
" Now we will go " said Easeion.
Easeion, Tara and Bill left the area.
Meanwhile Blackin, Blackina and Whites were talking.
" Now it is time for the Smithsons to end the romance " said Blackin.
" I hope it is over, for the time Crayon must be kept alive " said Blackina.
" They should have no problem destroying it, it will do wonders for The Bear " said Whites.
" Crayon will not be as strong if he is suffering " said Blackina.
" We will send it lots of members to find out who they work for " said Blackin.
" Whoever that is must be eliminated as well " said Whites.
" Crayon will be sad and that is what we need " said Blackina.
" Our members should search the bakeries, it will lead us to Artby " said Whites.
" We have tons of members, there will be no problem doing this " said Blackin.
" The takeover of Colourland will be very soon, we will take over as a couple with the romance between Crayon and Colourea and Crayon will be sad " said Blackina.
Blackin laughed, then he gave a kiss to Blackina after.
Meanwhile Easeion and his crew members had left the hideout. Easeion saw a man and demanded to know where Crayon was.
" Where is Crayon ? " said Easeion.
" I don't know where he is " said the man.
" I know the people of Colourland know of him, don't fuck with me " said Easeion.
" You had better not be fucking around " said Bill.
" I am not allowing anyone to do that "
" Same here " said Tara.
" We cannot tolerate any defense of Crayon " said Bill.
" I will not allow anyone to protect him, Crayon must suffer " said Easeion.
" I'm not " said the man.
" You had better " said Bill.
Easeion then reached towards the man, then took his wallet.
" My money " said the man.
" I don't care what situation you are in moneywise, you are not telling me where Crayon is and that is not acceptable " said Easeion.
" Listen, we are just going to take your stuff and leave you here " said Bill.
" This is how it is "
Easeion then launched the Lightning Blast directly at a man, knocking him out. Tara and Bill then started demanding to know where Crayon is from people.
" Look if nobody tells us where Crayon is, then we will have to rob you " said Bill.
" I won't let you do that " said this man.
Bill used the Sea Punch.
" Would you rather have money or Crayon be with Colourea " said Bill.
" Think about it "
" Crayon being Colourea does nothing for Colourland " said Easeion.
" But I don't know where he is, I did see someone that talks to Crayon around though " said the man.
" Which person is that ? " asked Tara.
" He was in the bakery " said the man.
" Ok " said Bill.
" We should head to the bakery " said one of The Bear members.
" Yeah " said Easeion.
" He means Artby "
Easeion, Tara and Bill with the Bear members headed to this bakery demanding to know the whereabouts of the person who talks to Crayon.
" Look you had better tell us where this person that knows Crayon is " said Tara.
" You mean Artby ? " asked a baker.
" Well it probably is him " said Easeion.
" He will lead us to Crayon " said Bill.
" What do you want with Crayon exactly ? " asked the baker. " Wait a minute, you have The Bear logo on "
" Yeah we do, and if you want to keep baking bread I suggest you keep quiet about it " said Bill.
" Listen to Bill, be smart here " said Tara.
" True, my brother Bill knows " said Easeion.
" It is important to listen to him "
" Okay " said the man.
" Artby hangs out with Crayon so if we find him, then Crayon won't be too far away " said Bill.
" I'm not sure where Artby is right now but he could be at home " said the man.
" Where do they live ? " asked Easeion.
" I don't know " said the man.
" We will find Crayon " said Bill.
" He will not get away " said Easeion.
" The Smithsons will find him "
Easeion, Tara, Bill and the Bear members then headed out of the bakery and then found this office building.
" It says Challenger on it " said Bill.
" Who's that ? asked Tara.
" I'm not sure but he may know of where Crayon is " said Easeion.
" I will make sure he does " said Bill.
" It's The Bear " said this man.
" Shut your mouth " yelled Bill.
Bill then used the Sea Punch knocking him out. The three siblings then knocked on the door of the office of Challenger.
" Open up in there " said Tara.
Challenger then kept the door locked and was about to jump out the window. Easeion then used the Super Shadow Bomb which blew open the door, destroying it.
The siblings barged in but Challenger was jumping out the window. Bill, Easeion and Tara then used their Shadow Blasts and tried to hit Challenger but Challenger was able to get away in time.
" He must know something about Crayon for sure said Easeion.
" Let's rob the place " said Bill.
" Haha, I cannot wait " said Easeion.
" Challenger will feel hurt "
" The Bear does want that " said Tara.
Bill, Tara and Easeion took the supplies and money that was there from the office and then Easeion wrote a note in the office. The three siblings left the room, then they had robbed the man they knocked out and took his wallet. They then joined the Bear members outside and they headed towards the hideout.
" Blackin, we have great news " said Bill.
" What is it ? " asked Blackin.
" We have found the office of Challenger, we believe he is linked to Crayon " said Easeion.
" He will experience the downfall of Crayon "
" We stole supplies from there " said Tara.
" Good to see " said Blackin. " We will be sending in members of The Bear to take control of it "
" Glad to see " said Tara.
" Challenger will face his demise " said Blackin.
" Hahahaha "
The siblings headed to their part of the hideout.
Crayon, Colourea, Colouruke, Artby and Warbler got up, showered and ate.
" We should head to the office of Challenger " said Crayon.
" That is a good idea " said Warbler.
" Let's go " said Colouruke.
They headed to the office of Challenger and notice a man knocked out.
" What happened ? " asked Colouruke.
" The Bear must have found out " said Crayon.
" Damnit, bakers won't like this" said Artby.
" We should head to see Challenger " said Warbler.
" Bakers would want us talking to him, bakers want that " said Artby.
" I love bakers so much, I will do anything for them "
" Let's go " said Crayon.
The five of them noticed that there was a door blown up.
" What the hell happened here " said Colouruke.
" It looks like The Bear got in here " said Colourea.
" The supplies are all gone " said Crayon.
" There is a note " said Warbler.
" I will read it " said Artby.
" Challenger, this building will belong to The Bear very soon, do not try to stop us. " The romance between Crayon and Colourea will be destroyed, if you dare try to save it you can forget about living.
" Crayon and Colourea being together is not worth that, it does nothing for you "
" Think about your life "
" Is dying really worth that ? "
The Bear.
" Challenger must have escaped " said Crayon.
" I'm not sure where he is, but we need to stop them " said Colourea.
" I wonder why they want to destroy Crayon and Colourea being together so much " said Colouruke.
" I'm not sure but maybe they think it will weaken us " sand the romance between Crayon and Colourea " said Colouruke.
" It involved Challenger as well, and we cannot find him " said Crayon.
" This is not good " said the baker.
" It's not but the bravery you have shown baking bread at a time like this " said Artby.
" You are so brave, I love that "
" Uh, thanks " said the baker.
" I love your bravery, I will fight for any brave bakers " said Artby.
The five of them left.
Meanwhile Crayon, Colourea, Colouruke, Artby and Warbler were training. Crayon and Warbler were using their Air techniques, Colouruke's water techniques plus Colourea and Artby were using their Light techniques. They kept using their attacks against each other for a while. They went inside and then headed to bed. |
Chapter 12
The Smithsons Plan
Easeion, Tara and Bill headed out of the hideout and then they headed to Colourland with lots of members.
" Whites wants the bakeries targeted " said Easeion.
" Good idea from him " said Bill.
" It will eventually bring Artby out in the open " said Tara.
" Any bakers who dare defend him must be destroyed " said Bill.
" Bakers can never mess with us "
" We cannot have that happen " said Easeion.
" No Bear member will let him be defended ever "
" The Bear is too great "
" Yeah, we are a great organization " said Bill.
" There is no stopping us " said Tara.
" Nothing gets in our way "
" Let"s go " said Easeion.
Easeion entered a bakery and then fired the Lightning Blast at a baker knocking him out.
A baker then tried to stop Easeion but Bill punched him.
" Why are you doing this ? " asked a baker.
" We will bring out Artby this way " said Tara.
" I suggest you get him here or this will continue " said Easeion.
" We are not messing around here "
Bill then attacked a customer with the Super Sea Punch.
Tara took his wallet. Tara then used the Iron Kick on a baker.
" Stop this " said the baker. Easeion then used the Super Shadow Bomb while Bill used the Oceanic Kick on the baker defeating him.
" Yeah like we are going to do that " said Tara.
" This will bring out Artby " said Bill.
" It will for sure " said Easeion.
" We know how he is about bread "
" I will take advantage of that "
" Every Smithson will " said Bill.
The three of them then robbed the baker and left.
They then went to another bakery and aimed their Shadow Blasts directly at hit the bakers scaring them.
Easeion then tripped a baker and stole his wallet. Bill then used the Sea Punch on a baker which knocked him out. They then took his stuff also.
After taking stuff from bakers and citizens they then headed back to Whites.
" Artby will be terrified " said Whites.
" Artby will come for a fight " said Easeion.
" The Bear will enjoy the terror within him, thanks to our abilities "
" We are ready for him " said Bill.
" Hahahaha " said Tara.
" Great to see " said Whites.
" I can create terror within so many people " said Easeion.
" The Bear needs this terror "
" Yes, it is good " said Whites.
" Keep up the good work "
" Thanks, we will keep doing what we do " said Tara.
" I have to see Blackin and Blackina " said Whites.
Crayon then currently kissed Colourea on the lips. Artby, Colouruke and Warbler were talking and they were outside.
" I'm glad Crayon is so happy with Colourea " said Artby.
" It is good " said Colouruke.
" The bakers want them to be happy " said Artby. " Bread has helped Crayon so much "
" Bread has helped him be happy with Colourea ? " asked Warbler.
" The flour just doesn't make us heroic in the fights, it can help outside them as well " said Artby.
" Flour can do all that ? " asked Colouruke.
" The bakers have a special way of using it, I do not know how the flour makes us heroic but it does " said Artby. " I have trusted in bakers, thanked bakers for all of what they have done for us "
" Trusted in bakers ? " asked Warbler.
" How could one not trust in bakers, they allow people to make friends, feed us, help us fight and they can help save Colourland from The Bear " said Artby.
" We have fought well against The Bear, but trusting in bakers ? " asked Colouruke. " Bread is great with a lot of different foods I will say that "
" That's why Colourland trusts in bakers and bread " said Artby.
" Well we should get back inside, Crayon and Colourea are probably up by now " said Warbler.
The five of them ate breakfast and then headed outside where they ran into Bear members.
" Crayon, we have found you " said one member.
" You won't succeed in this " said Crayon.
" We will take over Colourland, our leader will be the new ruler " said the second member.
" We are ready " said Colouruke.
" With the bread we have eaten, there's no fucking way that I'll go down " said Artby. " The bakers will never forgive us if we let them down "
" Bakers or not his girlfriend will join our leader as the new rulers " said the third member.
" His girlfriend ? " asked Colouruke.
" Our leader is with the strongest woman you will ever face " said the first member.
" Strongest woman ever ? " asked Warbler.
" Stronger than Colourea and Alice ? " asked Artby.
" Way stronger, even tougher than the Smithsons " said the second member.
" The Smithsons are better than Alice, so that means that she is even stronger than Easeion " said the third member. " Give up now, when the two of them are together there is no stopping The Bear "
" The Bear is beatable " said Colouruke.
" The members you faced are nothing before our leader and his lover " said the first member. " Even if the members you defeated, decided to join you five it would not be enough "
" The Smithsons roughed up the bakers, what is that all about ? " asked Artby.
" We know you care about the bakers and you eat bread all the time so they were sent in to cause harm " said the second member.
" We won't let them do it again " said Artby.
" Hahahaha, you'll do nothing against them " said the third member.
" Bring it on " said Crayon.
The fight started.
The three of them charged their Shadow Bombs while Crayon and Warbler used their Air Bombs, creating an explosion.
The three men then used their Shadow Strikes but Crayon used the Air Kick while Colourea used the Light Kick.
The three men got up and all punched Colouruke. Colouruke got up and then kicked one of the men while Artby punched another. Those two men were defeated but the man grabbed Colourea. The man then tripped Colourea into Crayon, knocking them down. Colouruke then punched the man while Warbler used the Sky Kick on him which defeated him.
After the fight, Crayon contacted Challenger about the information that he had received.
" Challenger, their leader appears to have this girlfriend that is the strongest woman in the world according to The Bear " said Crayon.
" Strongest in the world ? " Stronger than Tara, curious who she is " said Challenger.
" I'm not sure but their leader seems to want to be ruling Colourland with her " said Crayon.
" We will need to keep fighting and finding out more information " said Challenger.
" This is true " said Crayon.
" See you later " said Challenger.
Blackin and Blackina were talking.
" So Bill and Tara fight tomorrow " said Blackina.
" They will do what we want " said Blackin.
" Colourea will be history " said Blackina.
" Their relationship will be no more " said Blackin.
" Hahahaha " said Blackina.
" I love you so much " said Blackin.
" We are perfect together " said Blackina.
" We really are " said Blackin.
" Being with you means everything " said Blackina.
" Thanks " said Blackin.
" We are a couple not like others " |
Chapter 13
Fighting The Smithsons
It was getting near nighttime, Crayon and Colourea got ready for bed.
Artby, Warbler and Colouruke were talking.
" Hoping that Crayon will be so happy said Artby. " He will be more likely to buy me bread "
" Buy you bread ? " asked Warbler.
" Crayon is happy with Colourea now, he is so happy now " said Artby. " I wonder if the bakers know "
" The bakers ? " asked Colouruke.
" The bakers have helped him so much, which will make him so happy so he will buy me bread " said Artby.
" Bakers love Crayon, they think about him "
" The bakers helped him ? asked Colouruke. " How can bakers do that "
" With the flour that helps with heroism, it can help with what he needs " said Artby.
" Flour helps with that ? " asked Warbler. " Never heard of anything like that "
" It does, it has helped Crayon in ways, when he gets really happy then we can talk to the bakers about it " said Artby.
" Bakers ? " asked Warbler.
" Yeah, bakers have made him so happy everywhere, Colourea notices it " said Artby. " You can hear how happy he is"
" What the fuck, Artby " said Colouruke.
" Flour helps us " said Artby. " Crayon's so happy, Colouruke "
" I am lost " said Warbler. " Anyways we should get to bed "
" Same here " said Colouruke.
" I will go to bed as well, I love bakers " said Artby.
" Baking helps Crayon, bakers have so much love for the man "
" His presence in the bakery is loved by every baker "
Blackin was talking to the Smithsons.
" You three need to find them and soon as possible " said Blackin.
" We will make Crayon one extremely sad motherfucker " said Easeion.
" When Colourea is finished off it will be great " said Bill.
" It will be wonderful for The Bear " said Tara.
" Good " said Blackin.
" I will truly enjoy the sorrow within Crayon " said Easeion.
" It is good "
" We need him to feel like that, we need his friends dead, I need to take over Colourland " said Blackin.
" Understood " said Easeion.
" He must suffer for the sake of the organization " said Blackin.
" It is time for Bill and Tara to go to Colourland "
" You can join them on the way but you will return here "
" Yeah, sounds good to me " said Easeion.
" We will make Crayon single " said Tara.
" The way we want him " said Easeion.
" Yes, time to go " said Bill.
" I will see you all soon " said Blackin.
" Yes for sure " said Tara.
" You will see us again " said Bill.
" That is a guarantee " said Blackin.
The Smithsons headed to Colourland, Easeion headed back to the hideout.
The five of them got up, Artby asked Crayon to buy him bread at the bakery.
Artby then was talking to a baker while Crayon was buying him bread.
" Thanks for helping Crayon out " said Artby.
" Helping him out ? " asked the baker.
" The flour has helped Crayon " said Artby.
" Flour has helped Crayon ? " asked the baker.
" Part of flour has made him heroic and the other part of it helps Crayon out when and where he needs " said Artby.
" Well I'm glad you enjoy our bread so much, I don't really think that bread can help Crayon with what he does to be honest " said the baker.
" Bakers love the man " said Artby.
" Uh, well we do enjoy the purchases and he has been here before " said a baker.
" Yeah, Crayon's the man " said Artby.
" Bread does so much "
" I love bread "
Artby joined up with Crayon after he had bought him bread.
" Thanks, Crayon " said Artby.
" Your welcome " said Crayon.
The five of them ate breakfast and then they headed out where they saw the Smithsons.
" That's them " said Artby quietly.
" They are extremely powerful " said Colouruke quietly.
" We must be ready for them, they are all stronger than Alice " said Crayon quietly.
Bill and Tara saw the five fighters.
" You five " said Tara.
" It is us " said Artby.
" With the bread I ate, I am stronger "
" Bread won't save you here " said Tara.
" This is it " said Bill. " Crayon prepare to be sadder than ever "
" With the bread we ate, there will be just happiness, no sorrow within Crayon " said Artby.
" I highly doubt that, The Bear will take over " said Bill.
" Our brother Easeion knows that he wouldn't need to waste his time when his great siblings can finish you off " said Tara.
" That is true " said Bill.
" We are great Smithsons "
" Easeion will need to fight " said Crayon.
" That is true " said Colouruke.
" Crayon, we are willing to spare you for the time being " said Bill. " If you refrain from getting involved, then we do not have to attack you "
" It is a good decision to make " said Tara.
" The other four will fall before us "
" Think about it " said Bill.
" I'm going to fight " said Crayon. " I won't let you do this "
" You will regret those words, Crayon " said Tara.
" We will enjoy ending the love you have for Colourea " said Bill.
" You will be single, the Bear wants you to be "
" The bakers will not put up with this " said Artby.
" Bakers want Colourea to eat bread "
" I don't give a fuck about bakers " said Bill. " We roughed up lots of bakers and we will continue to do that "
" Bakers are great people " said Artby.
" They help me out "
" Well, we will hurt them then " said Tara.
" They cannot interfere "
" Now we are going to end the romance between Crayon and Colourea just like our great brother Easeion wants " said Bill. " He will be delighted seeing it over, hahahaha "
" It is time to fight " said Tara.
" Baking will help me here " said Artby.
" Bakers have never let me down "
" It matters not " said Bill.
" You will be history, Artby "
" I will not " said Artby.
" Baking does so much for me "
" Nothing against me " said Bill.
" It will not change this fight " said Tara.
" Bring it on " said Crayon.
" You are all going down " said Bill.
The fight began.
Bill rushed for Colouruke with his Super Sea Punch while Colouruke used his. Both attacks hit, Tara then fired off the Super Darkness Bomb on Artby while Crayon used the Super Air Blast. Tara was able to avoid the attack but Crayon was hit.
Colourea and Colouruke then used their Super Light Bombs while Bill used the Super Sea Bomb.
" Sea Bomb ? " asked Crayon.
" It is a new technique " said Bill.
" Prepare to fall "
The attacks hit. Bill then used the Shadow Implosion while Tara used the Super Shadow Bomb while Crayon and Warbler used their Super Air Bombs while Artby used the Super Light Bomb creating an insane explosion which everyone was hit by.
Everyone got up. Bill then used the Quadruple Shadow Strike while Tara used the Super Shadow Bomb, Colourea and Artby launched their Super Light Bombs while Crayon used the Super Air Kick, the attacks hit. Colouruke then charged his Sea Blast towards Bill but Bill was able to avoid it and then he started to use the Shadow Implosion while Tara used the Quadruple Shadow Strike.
After the attacks hit, Crayon got up and then fired his Super Air Blast towards Bill while Tara used her Shadow Implosion on the other four, the attacks hit.
Artby was starting to slightly struggle. Bill then rushed for Colourea with his Super Sea Punch while Colouruke used his to try to defend Colourea. The attacks hit each other. Artby used his Super Light Bomb but was hit back by the Super Darkness Bomb by Tara.
" Artby, your time is over " said Bill.
" So much for those bakers " said Tara.
" The bakeries have done nothing besides allow us to rob the bakers of their wallets " said Bill.
" Bakers do so much for me and for everyone " said Artby.
" The Smithsons are too tough for you Artby " said Tara.
" No, I'm not giving up " said Artby. " The bakers would never forgive me "
" Bakers are so important to me "
" They sell bread, they are not going to care about that " said Bill.
" Bakers aren't going to see you again if you keep interfering with us "
" The bakers have done wonders for Colourland " said Artby.
" They have saved us so many times "
" It's Crayon, not bakers " said Tara.
" Crayon is strong enough to win those fights, all the bakers care about is the money they are making off you, Artby " said Bill.
" The money " said Artby.
" It isn't just the money, bakers care so much "
" Bakers care about me in the bakeries a lot "
" That's what they care about besides baking bread, if you really think that you are winning against a family as great as the Smithsons because of bakers then you have lost it completely " said Bill.
" The bakers could bake the tastiest bread in history and it wouldn't be enough against the Smithsons " said Tara.
" I'll keep fighting " said Artby.
" I still believe in myself, bakers and bread "
" Bakers will help me out like usual "
" Let's continue this fight " said Warbler.
Artby then used the Super Light Bomb while Warbler used the Super Air Blast to create an explosion full of light and wind energy while Tara used the Shadow Implosion. Crayon and Colourea then fired their Super Light Bombs while Bill used the Supreme Oceanic Blast.
" Supreme Oceanic Blast ? " asked Colouruke.
" It's the strongest Water attack you have seen " said Bill.
" You will be taken down here "
" Baking will help me here " said Artby.
The attacks all hit, Artby was struggling while Colouruke was slightly struggling.
" Hahahahahahaha " said Bill.
" Easeion will truly be proud of us " said Tara.
" We will support a brother like him by doing this " said Bill.
" Support a brother like him ? " asked Crayon.
" He is our older brother, and he trusts us " said Bill.
" That's why he's not here " said Tara.
" We will always support Easeion, he has done so much for us " said Bill.
" So much ? " asked Colouruke. " What kind of things ?
" He has hurt people who have tried to fuck with me, that's what being a brother is about " said Bill.
" It means a lot "
" He is a great brother "
" He has robbed a lot of people too " said Tara.
" Hurting people makes you a great brother ? " asked Crayon. " Never heard anyone say that before "
" Easeion will continue to keep stealing and harming people in his way and you five will never stop him as a brother " said Bill.
" I will stop him " said Crayon. " I don't understand what hurting people has to do with being a brother honestly "
" He will not end what I have with Colourea either "
" The people fucked with me " said Bill. " They had to suffer, it is what being a brother is about "
" Easeion is not the brother who allows that, he never will be "
" He promised me that "
" Easeion will never allow anyone to try anything against me "
" Crayon, you should understand this " said Tara.
" It is a shame he did not " said Bill.
" Well, he will watch the end of Colourea which the Bear wants " said Tara.
" Crayon will pay for this "
" Colourea will be gone " said Bill.
" Good, he will be hurt " said Tara.
" I will keep fighting for baking, bakers and all of us " said Artby.
" It matters not " said Bill.
" Crayon will no longer be with Colourea after we are done "
The fight resumed and Bill rushed for Warbler with his Super Sea Bomb while Warbler used the Super Air Bomb, the attacks hit. Warbler was starting to slightly struggle.
Colourea then used the Super Light Blast while Tara then used the Shadow Implosion. Colourea was starting to slightly struggle. Bill then started to use the Supreme Oceanic Blast which hit down Colouruke and Artby. Artby could barely get up, Colouruke was struggling.
" Now time to finish you two " said Tara.
" Bakers will want me to keep going, I am a customer they want " said Artby.
" Customers that can fight is so helpful for them "
" It doesn't matter " said Tara.
" Tara, baking does so much " said Artby.
" Baking has changed me "
" Baking has changed me into someone who understands the baker "
" Well, we are going to end your chances of protecting the romance between Crayon and Colourea " said Tara.
" We know what you are trying to do here and we will not allow it to continue "
" I will fight for bakers " said Artby.
" Bakers love Colourea "
" They love having her in the bakery "
" Well, the bakers won't be seeing her there " said Tara.
" We are going to succeed "
The fight continued.
Tara then fired the Shadow Implosion while Bill used the Supreme Oceanic Blast.
The two attacks combined with an insane force of power while Crayon and Colourea used the Super Light Bombs while Warbler used the Super Air Blast, the attacks hit creating an insane explosion. Colouruke and Artby were defeated, Warbler was struggling.
" Now you have seen the power of the Smithsons, Colourland will belong to The Bear soon " said Bill.
" Easeion will be proud " said Tara.
" It is not over " said Crayon.
" We shall see about that, Crayon " said Bill.
" Let's resume this fight " said Warbler.
" Yes, that is a great idea " said Tara.
Bill then rushed for Colourea with the Super Sea Punch while Crayon countered with the Super Air Kick, Warbler used the Super Air Bomb on Tara while she used the Quadruple Shadow Strike. Warbler was struggling a lot, Colourea was starting to struggle.
Bill and Tara then used their Quadruple Shadow Strikes while Crayon and Warbler used their Super Air Bombs. The attacks hit, and it looked like Warbler was almost defeated.
Tara reached for a kick on Warbler but Colourea knocked her down, preventing her from defeating him. Warbler then launched the Super Air Blast while Crayon used the Super Light Blast.
The blasts were aimed at Tara while she used the Shadow Implosion and Bill used his own. Colourea then launched the Super Light Bomb. The attacks all hit, Warbler was defeated. Tara was starting to mildly struggle.
" It's time to end the romance " yelled Bill. Bill then used the Shadow Implosion while Tara kept using the Shadow Bomb attack to distract Crayon and Colourea.
" We can't let Bill do this " said Colourea.
" You are not been given a choice " said Tara.
" Easeion will be thrilled when it ends
" Bill will succeed in this, he has made the Shadow Implosion even stronger " said Tara.
Before Bill used the attack called Super Shadow Implosion he then yelled this:
" Crayon enjoy being single, we have waited for this a long time now "
" Hahahahahahahahaha "
" Easeion wants you single, it must happen "
The attack was about to hit Colourea but Crayon then got in the way and used the Light Implosion to defend Colourea.
" Crayon, you will regret this " said Bill.
" I will not " said Crayon.
" The extra minute with Colourea will do nothing " said Tara.
" You cannot save her "
" You are just delaying the demise of Colourea and you will end up taking too much damage to win this fight " said Bill.
" I am not defeated, I will give it everything " said Crayon.
" Easeion will love this " said Tara.
" How could he not love it, he wanted the romance destroyed for a while now " said Bill. " With it gone, then our leader and his girlfriend will take over easily
" Who is his girlfriend ? asked Colourea.
" A woman named Blackina " said Bill. " Blackina is the most dangerous woman anyone has ever seen, you will be dead if you were to ever anger her "
" It matters not Crayon " said Tara.
" She will be new queen of Colourland " said Bill.
" Queen of Colourland ? " asked Crayon. " We will fight against that "
" If you are going to keep taking these hits for Colourea you won't beat either of us, let alone me " said Bill.
" Either the relationship with Colourea ends or you will be powerless "
" You will not be able to fight and win if you protect Colourea " said Tara.
" There's one thing I don't understand here, why does Easeion want to end what I have so bad with Colourea so much ? " asked Crayon.
" I don't understand "
" He knows by keeping you sad, it will keep you down " said Bill. " He knows by making you single it will crush you in the inside and that what he wants "
" So why doesn't he fight then " said Colourea.
" He knows that we can end the romance ourselves, he trusts in us and that is what being a brother is all about " said Bill.
" He knows we are strong enough " said Tara.
" He is right, it is just you and Colourea who is struggling a lot " said Bill. " I'll make Easeion proud as a brother by ending it right now "
" He will smile and he will laugh when we succeed "
" He has demanded the end of this romance, as Smithsons we cannot let him down " said Tara.
" Let's continue " said Crayon.
" It is going to be great for Easeion when he sees that you are single " said Bill.
" Yeah, Easeion will get what he wants for sure " said Tara.
" There is no stopping that, Easeion must get his wish "
The fight continued, Tara rushed for Crayon but Crayon was able to avoid it and then he used the Super Air Blast.
Tara was starting to mildly struggle but she got up and then fired the Quadruple Shadow Strike while Crayon used the Light Implosion which hit each other. Tara was struggling while Crayon was mildly struggling.
Bill then charged the Sea Implosion which he fired right at Colourea.
" It's time for you to be single, hahahahahahaha " yelled Bill.
" Crayon I dare you to get in the way of this "
Crayon fired the Super Air Bomb to get in the way of the attack.
" It's not enough, Crayon " said Bill. " Enjoy the single life now from now on "
" Haha, the Bear has made you single which is what the organization wants "
" Easeion will be so happy to see you single "
Bill succeeded in defeating Colourea but Tara was struggling.
" It is just you against us " said Tara.
" I had a feeling it would go like this " said Bill.
" Now it is time to attack Colourea " said Tara.
" Attack her ? " asked Crayon.
" She is completely passed out now "
" Easeion wants it this way, you know this by now " said Bill.
" If you want to survive you will have to let us attack Colourea "
" Attacking Colourea is mandatory for us "
" You must understand "
" It's either you sacrifice Colourea or yourself Crayon " said Tara.
" Colourea will be gone "
" Think of what is happening to your body right now "
" You are trying to trick me " said Crayon.
" You took a serious hit of damage from doing that, you might have been able to win the fight but your feelings for Colourea got in the way " said Bill. " She will die for nothing now "
" Hahaha, you will have to deal with this for the rest of your life "
" Isn't that great "
" I don't think so, let's keep fighting " said Crayon.
" Yes, prepare to be taken down " said Bill.
Bill then rushed for Colourea with the Sea Implosion while Crayon used the Light Implosion. Tara then rushed to attack Colourea with the Quadruple Shadow Strike. The attacks all hit, creating an explosion.
Colourea was not dead but was hurt more but Tara was seriously struggling while Bill was slightly struggling.
" I will end Colourea now " said Tara.
" Good, Easeion will be proud " said Bill. " I will keep attacking Crayon for the time being.
" Colourea will be no more, Crayon will not be able to deal with this "
Tara grabbed Colourea and was about to throw her down but Crayon then hit her with the Air Kick which made her almost defeated. Crayon then used the Light Implosion towards Tara while she used the Shadow Implosion, Tara was defeated but Crayon was struggling.
" So you have beaten Tara " said Bill.
" I am shocked honestly "
" We have harmed Colourea more than anyone else "
" Colourea is not dead, and she will not die " said Crayon.
For now, Easeion will be happy to see me succeed like this " said Bill.
" Colourea is dying "
" It's not over " said Crayon.
" My attacks will guarantee you are single hahaha " said Bill.
" The Bear knows what will happen when you are single "
" What is that ? " asked Crayon.
" The organization knows of what Colourea means to you " said Bill.
" They want you single for a reason "
" The Bear will not get to find out " said Crayon.
" Let's continue fighting " said Bill.
" Crayon, you are going to be single hahaha "
" You will not go against that "
" Bring it on " said Crayon.
Bill then used the Sea Implosion while Crayon countered with his Light Implosion and the attacks hit. They both were knocked to the ground, severely struggling to get back up.
Bill got up first and then picked up Colourea's body and then started charging for the Super Shadow Bomb.
" This is the permanent demise of Colourea, Colourea will no longer exist " said Bill. " Easeion will be thrilled as a brother when he sees this hahahaha "
Crayon then struggled severely to get up but he was able to move Colourea out of the way just in time before the bomb exploded.
Bill then attempted to grab Colourea again and kicked the body of Colourea. He then punched her before Crayon could reach her body.
" I have punched and kicked Colourea after she has been defeated, her death will be imminent " said Bill.
" Colourea is so close to dying "
" Easeion will be so happy "
" You won't kill her " said Crayon.
" I'm succeeding right now Crayon, enjoy the last minute of seeing her body not being dead because that's all you will ever see " said Bill.
" You will be single right now "
" Hahaha, your single life starts now "
" I dare you to stop me and prove me wrong "
" I will stop you from doing this " said Crayon.
" Colourea will survive "
" Time to continue this fight " said Bill.
" Colourea will not make it "
" I will make you single "
" The Bear has insisted on you being single "
" The Bear can insist on me being single, let's continue this fight " said Crayon.
" They are going to get what they want " said Bill.
Crayon then launched his Light Implosion while Bill used the Shadow Implosion. Bill aimed his attack towards Colourea. Crayon was struggling to keep Colourea from dying but he was able to succeed after the attack.
Colourea took a tiny amount of damage but not enough to kill her. Bill and Crayon were struggling to an intense degree.
" I don't believe this " said Bill.
" At least I can make sure Colourea still dies "
" Colourea dying is worth that much to the organization ? " asked Crayon.
" Yes, her dying means everything " said Bill.
Eventually Bill tried to get up but he was looking like he was unable to keep fighting so he rolled towards Colourea's body but Crayon then got up and shook him off Colourea and then kicked him. Crayon then was able to launch the Super Light Bomb and defeated him. Crayon was happy to win but was so weakened that he could not contact anyone for a few minutes.
After he got up, he called Challenger and the hospital. Challenger arrived, and the ambulance took them to the hospital.
" Colourea's condition is extremely bad " said Challenger. " All of you look beaten up really bad, did you stop Tara and Bill? " he asked.
" I just barely beat Bill, Tara was defeated earlier on in the fight " said Crayon. " Bill attacked Colourea while she was defeated and tried to kill her and he said that Easeion would be happy as a brother seeing her dead "
" Easeion is extremely ruthless, he wanted to end the romance so badly so this is why " said Challenger.
"Easeion is said to be a lot stronger than Bill "
" He is extremely dangerous "
" We will need to train hard and get stronger " said Crayon. " Easeion will be out for revenge for his siblings I would imagine, I hope that The Bear does not find us here "
" My guess is that they believe in Bill enough that they will not search the hospitals, at least I hope not " said Challenger.
" I hope Colourea can make it after what Bill did " said Crayon.
" I hope so too, but I think we will have to stay here longer than usual " said Challenger.
" Yeah, sounds like a good idea " said Crayon.
" Glad you agree " said Challenger. |
Chapter 16
Fighting Easeion Smithson
After the kissing between Blackin and Blackina and they went to bed.
It is time for the end of Colourea " said Blackin.
" Crayon must be kept single and Easeion is the man to do it " said Blackina.
" The Bear wants him single "
" If he fails, which I would be stunned then my great cousin will have to kill all of them " said Blackin.
" Crayon is good, but not great " said Blackina. " Easeion is much stronger, ruthless and experienced than Bill and Tara " said Blackin.
" His Lightning techniques are out of this world, he will end the romance and we will take over Colourland as a couple " said Blackina.
" It will be wonderful " said Blackin.
" Hahahahahaha " said Blackin and Blackina together.
Easeion then saw Whites in the hideout before he left towards the main area of Colourland.
" Easeion, Crayon will be made single instantly I am expecting " said Whites.
" Colourea must die, for the good of The Bear " said Easeion.
" Now it is time, see you back in the next four days " said Whites.
" Blackina will be thrilled to see it " said Easeion.
" I will not let the Bear down, the end of Colourea is a guarantee "
" The Bear must have this happen, good luck " said Whites.
" Yes, I will be off now " said Easeion.
" I will see you soon " said Whites.
" I won't let you down, Crayon's going to be single " said Easeion.
" There will be no more Colourea "
" Hahahaha "
" The lack of Colourea will be great " said Easeion.
Crayon, Colourea, Colouruke, Artby and Warbler got up. They ate breakfast and then headed out.
Easeion had arrived in Colourland and he then started to attack people hoping to attract the five fighters. He then charged his Lightning Edge attack towards a man and knocked him out.
Easeion then left the area and fired his Shadow Bomb at the air in the front creating an explosion, causing people to panic. He then rushed a man with the Quadruple Shadow Strike which knocked the man out. He headed into an alleyway.
Meanwhile Crayon saw people running in the streets.
" I wonder if The Bear is responsible " said Crayon.
" We must find out if Easeion is around " said Colouruke.
" We'll give him the right kind of asskicking " said Artby. " Let's go "
" We will give him one for bakers "
" Bakers do want customers like that going to bakeries "
They headed towards the area where they saw a bunch of knocked out people. They then saw Easeion who then arrived.
" Hahahahaha, I have been waiting for this for a long time as a Smithson " said Easeion.
" This moment is so awesome "
" I am great, no Colourlandish will ever take me down "
" I don't think so " said Warbler.
" Not a fucking thing you can do about this, The Bear will take over Colourland " said Easeion.
" As a brother, I will succeed in avenging Bill and Tara "
" I have done so much as a brother for them, my victory is happening "
" As a brother ? " asked Colouruke.
" My siblings were great just like all of us, the Smithsons are such a great family " said Easeion.
" The Smithsons mean everything "
" I love being a Smithson "
" If they are so great, then why did I win the fight and there are three members in The Bear that are ahead of you " said Crayon.
" Our leader, his girlfriend and his cousin Whites are unstoppable " said Easeion. " You just barely won and I am much tougher than Bill and Tara "
" You are all not good enough to win "
" We will see about that " said Colourea.
" The bread and the training has done wonders for us " said Artby. " As good as the Smithsons are, bread has outmatched them "
" Bakers have helped tremendously "
" Nothing you eat will allow you to defeat me " said Easeion. " Even if you did, the trio you have mentioned will absolutely steamroll you ".
" I will stop you " said Artby. " The bakers have allowed me to a special heroic type of asskicking " said Artby.
" Baking will change things here "
" Baking is so heroic nowadays, it does so much for me "
" Heroic asskicking? " asked Warbler.
" The bakers allow us to do better asskickings and the flour inside the bread makes us more heroic " said Artby.
" There will be none of that and our leader will take over with his girlfriend as a couple " said Easeion.
" They will stop at nothing to make sure they will get what they want "
" Their takeover is a guarantee "
" Curious who this boss is " said Crayon. " I keep hearing a lot about the love he has for his girlfriend "
" You will find out soon enough " said Easeion. " She is the strongest woman in the Bear and probably in the world "
" Colourea's quite strong as well " said Colouruke.
" Her and Tara together could not defeat her " said Easeion. " Tara has gotten better but our leader's girlfriend is way stronger ".
" We will be able to see this girlfriend for ourselves " said Crayon.
" We just have to keep fighting " said Colourea.
" She will do anything for our leader, she will not care about how many people die " said Easeion. " The relationship they have cannot be stopped no matter what "
" Hahahaha "
" It is time to fight " said Crayon.
" It is time for you to be single Crayon, and I will show that I am the great brother that the Smithson family has wanted me to be " said Easeion.
" Baking will allow us to win this fight easier " said Artby.
" Bakers have amazing minds "
" They do so much, I have felt so strong thanks to their bread "
" Well, since you feel that way let's fight right now " said Easeion.
" My power will overwhelm you "
Easeion then rushed with his Quadruple Shadow Strike and then aimed it right at Colourea. Crayon and Warbler used their Super Air Blasts but the attack was strong enough to get through but Artby then kicked Easeion. After that, Easeion then used the Super Shadow Bomb while Artby countered with the Super Light Bomb.
The bombs hit each other, the attacks hit but Easeion's attack did more damage. Easeion then started using the Shadow Implosion while Crayon and Warbler used their Super Air Blasts and Colourea used the Super Light Bomb. A giant explosion happened.
After that, the fighters got up. Easeion took less damage than the five fighters and got up and used his Lightning Edge attack.
" Hahahahaha " said Easeion.
" You see my talent right now "
" I am extremely talented, you all are so screwed "
" I am not going to be " said Artby.
Easeion then started then charging for the Super Darkness Bomb but Colouruke kicked him which made a weakened bomb hit the side. Crayon was able to use his Sky Kick and hit him down.
" Now it is time " said Warbler.
Warbler then charged his Air Implosion while Colourea charged a Light Bomb which then combined into a giant bomb which then was heading down for Easeion but Easeion then used the Shadow Implosion and then the attacks hit each other and then everyone was hit by it equally.
Artby got up but Easeion then punched him down to the ground. Colouruke tried to stop Easeion but he then was knocked down. Easeion then charged the Quadruple Shadow Strike and it hit Artby.
Crayon then used his Super Air Blast while Colourea used her Super Light Blast but Easeion then used the Lightning Edge to deflect the blast right towards Artby.
Colouruke got up and then used his Super Sea Punch on the attack which aimed it towards Easeion but he was able to grab Warbler in time and they both took the attack.
Easeion then attacked Artby with his Lightning Edge, Artby was starting to slightly struggle.
" Now it is time to avenge Bill and Tara " said Easeion. " As a brother, I will continue to fight on "
" It's nowhere near over " said Artby. " Bakers have counted on us so many times, and they will never be let down "
" My siblings will be avenged, I am too great a brother to allow any of this " said Easeion.
" You will never succeed with all this happening "
" Hahaha "
" I will succeed " said Artby.
" Let's continue " said Warbler.
Easeion then charged up his Super Lightning Blast and was about to hit Artby with his attack but Crayon then used the Super Wind Blast. The attacks hit. Crayon, Artby and Easeion took damage. They got up, Artby was struggling.
Easeion then blasted his Super Shadow Bomb, Colouruke used the Super Sea Kick to deflect it a bit while Colourea used her Super Light Bomb which then made an explosion with the bombs. Everyone was damaged by it. Artby was seriously struggling.
" Artby, you will no longer protect the romance between Crayon and Colourea anymore " said Easeion.
" You won't end it " said Artby.
" Crayon will keep loving Colourea "
" You can barely move, it would be better for you to stay down " said Easeion.
" This is something you must deal with now "
" I will keep fighting " said Artby.
" Bakers cannot be let down "
" Well if you want to die, so be it " said Easeion. " Originally I was just planning to have Colourea die, but since you have decided this I won't mind this "
" I will not die " said Artby. "
" Look at you, your body " said Easeion. " You think you can protect her in your condition.
" We all will " said Artby.
" I'm not dying "
" Baking has made me stronger and more ready for fighting "
" The other four will be fighting, you will die if you go on " said Easeion. " Your body is in no condition for fighting against the condition I am in "
" I am not going to quit, I never quit when I know bakers are counting on me " said Artby.
" Our great leader and his girlfriend will take over as a couple " said Easeion. " They will rule this country "
" I personally believe that Artby is not going to make it "
" We won't let them " said Colouruke.
" You think you can make a difference against them " said Easeion. " If you had the talent to do that, you would have beaten me by now. " You haven't got close to doing that so you'll never stop our leader hahahahahaha"
" We stopped your siblings Bill and Tara " said Artby.
" I am not throwing in the towel "
" Crayon stopped them pretty much, and most of the small amount of damage I have taken is from him " said Easeion.
" They are far weaker than me, Crayon will be single soon whether you like it or not "
" Crayon fought great but we got hits on them, which weakened them " said Colourea.
" Well if you really do believe that it isn't just him, then show me the talent " said Easeion. "
" Bakers know what talent there is, the flour has helped us " said Artby.
" Baking is amazing "
" At the end of the day, baking will not do anything " said Easeion.
" Bakers will not stop me from finishing you off "
" Bakers help a lot " said Artby.
" They have done nothing in this fight, Artby " said Easeion.
" If they did help, I would not be dominating like this "
" So, they are not helping "
" Now prepare to truly be history "
" Time to continue this fight " said Warbler.
Easeion then got ready with his Shadow Implosion, while Crayon and Warbler used their Super Air Blasts and Artby used his Super Light Bomb.
The attacks all end up hitting but Colourea blocked Artby allowing him to stay in the fight. Warbler then used the Sky Kick while Crayon used the Air Kick. Easeion used the Lightning Edge to deflect one of the kicks towards Artby, which knocked him out but the other kick hit Easeion. Artby was defeated.
" Artby you will no longer fight " said Easeion. " Now it truly is time for your end for you four "
" You cannot expect me to not force Crayon to be single "
" This is what Bill and Tara need "
" You won't succeed " said Colouruke.
" Yes, I will " said Easeion.
" There is no stopping what the Bear needs "
" I don't see how the Bear needs Crayon to not be with Colourea to be honest " said Colouruke.
" I don't see how that has anything to do with taking over Colourland "
" You are not understanding the organization, Colouruke " said Easeion.
" Thanks to me, the Bear wants Crayon single "
" I believe that I do " said Colouruke.
" Colouruke, you have not proven that in any way " said Easeion.
" Time for you to be taken down "
" Let's continue " said Colourea.
Easeion then charged up for a stronger version of the Lightning Edge, the Super Lightning Edge. The energy coming from the attack was insanely strong, Crayon then used the Light Implosion while Colouruke used the Super Sea Blast and Warbler used the Super Air Blast.
The attack that the heroes used was this giant bright beam of light with water and wind energy inside it. The attacks clashed, Warbler and Colouruke were starting to slightly struggle.
Easeion then was charging up his Super Lightning Edge, Warbler and Crayon then launched their Super Wind Blasts while Colourea used the Super Light Bomb. The attacks hit. Colouruke and Warbler were struggling.
Easeion got up first and then started charging his Shadow Implosion and then he started to attack Colouruke and Warbler. Crayon got up and he used the Light Implosion, Warbler then used the Sky Kick to launch the implosion.
The attacks collided, the powered up implosion was slightly stronger and hit Easeion but a bit of the attack of Easeion's hit Colouruke.
" Colouruke it's time for your end " said Easeion.
" You will never get in my way again "
Easeion then rushed quick for Colouruke but Crayon then hit him with the Super Light Blast. Warbler then was charging his Sky Blast and aimed it towards Easeion.
Easeion then got out of the way and used the Quadruple Shadow Strike and rammed through Colouruke and Warbler but Crayon then kicked him.
Colouruke and Warbler were seriously struggling and were looking near the end.
Easeion then launched a new technique called the The Super Bear Bomb.
" Bear Bomb ? " asked Crayon.
" Yes " said Easeion. " It will bring you to your demise "
" I have so many great attacks "
" My talent is rarely matched "
" Time to continue this fight " said Colourea.
The attack then directly hit Colouruke and Warbler, defeating them.
" Hahahahahahahaha " said Easeion. " You have truly seen what it means to fight a Smithson "
" The two of us remain " said Crayon.
" I will be very successful as a brother to Bill and Tara, my revenge is imminent " said Easeion. " I'm great, Whites will be thrilled "
" This means a lot as a Smithson "
" We shall see " said Colourea.
" We have a lot more " said Crayon. |
Just like any other kid my age, my middle school life began at the age of twelve. It's not terrible, but I have a confession to make. As much as I don't want to admit it,
I think I like my childhood friend
. Just hear me out.
It's Matsuzaki, the guy that sits diagonally behind me in class. He isn't a special guy, but rather basic. Matsuzaki has brownish-black hair, average height, and a mole next to his right eye. I only know this because I have seen him almost every day since age of five. You see, our parents are very close, so we didn't have a choice. But I don't think Matsuzaki likes me the way I like him. Of course, he is incredibly nice and friendly, so he is quite popular despite being average-looking.On the other hand, I prefer to stay home with my cats all day. All I could do was stare behind him at a small crowd of girls swirling around him. But I am not jealous, definitely not. Being as friendly and pleasant as him, anyone could have many friends. Even with all those friends, he still takes time to help at my parents' restaurant. I am jealous of him; more or so, I admire him.Before you think I'm a loner, I want to clarify that I have other friends. My best friend Eri is also a really fantastic person. She is really good at basketball and painting. What a talented girl, but every time I compliment her, she rejects it, which annoys me. I guess I really admire the people around me.
Every day at 6 pm, I would hear a knock on my room door. It has always been Matsuzaki, but since I met Eri, she has also shown up a lot. One day in the middle of the 2nd year of middle school, Eri asked me in my room. "Nako, do you have a crush?" A little image of Matsuzaki appeared in my head, but I shook it away. "No, I don't," I responded clearly. Then Eri asked me, "What do you think of Matsuzaki?" I froze for a second, thinking of an answer. Eri still doesn't know that Matsuzaki is my childhood friend, and if I replied incorrectly, it would do harm. "So?" I didn't know I was thinking silently for over 5 minutes. "Um, anyways…" Phew, Eri changed the topic. I really wanted to tell Eri about my feelings for him. She has been such a loyal friend ever since the start of middle school; she deserves to know.
This sounds stereotypical, but Matsuzaki gets along with my parents exceptionally well. It's scary because he could easily replace me as the Ishikawa family's son. My mom calls him by his nickname Matsu, a shorter version of his name. Matsu usually helps out with washing and cutting the veggies; that's what he is best at. That's what I am worst at. Once, I washed and cut veggies so horribly that my parents had to eat carrots with dirt still on them. Unfortunately, my parent's passion for cooking was not passed down to me. I remember clearly that when Matsu and I were six, we had a cooking competition. The result was obvious, so I'll skip it. The cooking competition was to see who would cook the best tamagoyaki for my parents. Six-year-old me thought it would be a good idea to add two tablespoons of salt to a single tamagoyaki.As expected, Matsu won the competition, and I was devastated for days. I had yet to learn the difference between salt/sugar and tablespoon/teaspoon. Matsu's tamagoyaki was ordinary looking; I think this is what they mean when they say "simple is best." Those ordinary-tasting tamagoyaki made me tear up even more from the loss. Matsu ran to the table, snatched a tissue, and ran over to me. Silently, he gently dabbed the tears off my chubby round face. He smiled at me and said, "I'll help you next time."
That's probably when my feelings for him blossomed. |
Chapter 17
Crayon and Colourea vs Easeion
" Our leader will be able to take over with his girlfriend " said Easeion.
" They will reign over Colourland as this new super couple "
" Super couple ? " asked Colourea.
" They sure are one and our leader will show himself to you Crayon " said Easeion.
" We will find out his identity, that is true " said Crayon.
" You will be made single first, it's what me and my superiors all want " said Easeion. " I will also be able to show what a legendary brother I am for what I have done for Bill and Tara "
" Legendary ? " asked Crayon. " There are two of us left, there is a lot more fighting here "
" Not as much fighting as you think, Crayon " said Easeion. " You know of how much of a legend I am out here, and you will be seeing the single life in Colourland very soon hahahaha "
" Let's continue the fight " said Crayon. " Let's see how much of a supposed legend you claim to be "
" I am, time to fight " said Easeion.
" Crayon, you will be finished "
" Hahahaha "
Easeion started charging his Super Lightning Edge and aimed it towards Colourea while Crayon used his Super Light Bomb which Colourea used the Super Light Kick on the bomb to add more force to it and the attacks hit but Easeion's was stronger.
Easeion got up and then used the Shadow Implosion while Crayon then used the Light Implosion. Both of them took damage from the attack but Colourea took more. Easeion then rushed towards Colourea with the Quadruple Shadow Strike and he hit down Colourea to the ground.
" Hahahahahahahahahahaha " said Easeion.
" Now I will do what my siblings did not and my revenge will be amazing "
" Crayon, you will be single "
" Why does the Bear want me single so much " said Crayon.
" My siblings originally wanted this and now the rest of the organization now realized what a great idea it is " said Easeion. " Our leader demands that I destroy the love between you and Colourea because of the threat that you are to The Bear, since even my great siblings Bill and Tara even could not end it "
" I understand The Bear wants me out of the way, but why end the romance instead of killing me " said Crayon.
" We know how sad it will make you and our leader wants the romance eliminated so that he can take over with his girlfriend " said Easeion. " He knows I can avenge Bill and Tara while making you single
at the same time, he feels he cannot take over with you being with Colourea still.
" What does me dating Colourea have to do with then taking over Colourland ? " asked Crayon.
" Our leader wants it to be perfect with her, when they take over as a couple " said Easeion. " I will show what a legendary brother I am when I end the life of Colourea and avenge Bill and Tara in a great way "
" Legendary brother ? " asked Crayon.
" Yes, I am such a great brother to Bill and Tara " said Easeion.
" I am a Smithson, Smithsons forever "
" The Smithsons are a family that is so unique "
" There is no stopping a Smithson "
" Let us continue the fight " said Crayon.
" Time for you to be single " said Easeion.
Easeion then started using the Thunderstorm technique. The clouds around the area got very dark gray and then lightning started to strike towards Colourea but Crayon charged his Super Air Blast towards it which created a bunch of wind and electric energy together which blew Easeion and Crayon to the ground.
Colourea got up, she was slightly struggling. Then an extremely loud thunder sound hit and the ground started shaking while Easeion then was charging up for an attack.
The Super Lightning Edge then aimed towards Colourea, Colourea then used the Super Light Blast while Crayon used the Super Air Blast. The blasts and the Lightning Edge hit and all three fighters were hit.
Easeion then got up first and he then used a new technique named the Lightning Implosion which was stronger than the Dark Implosion. Tons of lightning energy was being charged by him, Crayon then used his Light Implosion while Colourea used a new Bomb technique called the Ultimate Light Bomb. These extremely powerful attacks then all met up and then all three of them were hit very severely.
Colourea was seriously struggling. Easeion and Crayon were trying to prevent each other from getting up, but Easeion happened to get up and he was about to charge for his Super Lightning Edge and then aimed for Colourea.
" Hahahahahaha, I will now end the romance just watch me " said Easeion. " My legacy of being the great brother to Bill and Tara starts here "
" I won't let you end it " said Crayon.
" I will do it, you will start the single life in Colourland " said Easeion.
" The Bear wants it this way "
" I will never let down a great organization like the Bear "
Crayon rushed for Easeion and was able to trip him which prevented him from defeating Colourea.
Colourea was able to get up and kicked Easeion while Crayon then used his Super Air Blast and aimed it towards Easeion, Easeion rushed towards Colourea with his Lightning Edge and he directly hit Colourea while Crayon's attack hit him down to the ground.
Easeion got up and then he was very proud of himself.
" Hahahahahahaha " said Easeion. " I am such a legend as a brother "
" Bill and Tara have wanted you single, I have done what they wanted "
" Colourea, no " said Crayon. " It's not over yet "
" Look at her, it is over " said Easeion. " You are single now, have you thought about what it is like to be single here in Colourland, Crayon ?
" I have made you single which is what the Bear wants "
" Colourea is not dead " said Crayon.
" I am still with her "
" You must admit to the truth " said Easeion. " I have done what The Bear wanted and you are going to have to accept being single whether you fucking like it or not "
" The single life for you begins now, let's resume this fight "
" Let's keep fighting " said Crayon.
" Yes, I will make sure that you are single because the Bear demands this " said Easeion.
Easeion then started getting his Thunderstorm attack ready.
" Now it is time Crayon " said Easeion. " This will not only attack you but it will Strike Colourea as well.
" I won't allow Colourea to die " said Crayon.
" I will end her life and succeed in doing so " said Easeion. " Whites will be happy I murdered Colourea, hahahahaha "
" The Bear needs this to happen, for the sake of the organization "
" Whites won't get the satisfaction " said Crayon.
" He's getting it, Crayon " said Easeion. " It just shows how great The Bear is "
" The Bear cannot be stopped, you will never succeed "
" We will take over "
" Let's continue " said Crayon.
The attack then started to strike, Crayon then used the the Super Air Blast to try stop the attack, Crayon and Easeion took some damage but Colourea did not die. Crayon then then hit Easeion with the Ultimate Light Bomb and Easeion took some serious damage.
Easeion got up. He then started to rush for Crayon with his Super Lightning Edge while Crayon used his Light Implosion. The attacks hit, and both fighters took damage. Crayon was slightly struggling and Easeion was close to slightly struggling. Easeion then aimed to grab Colourea's body and then he was charging energy for his Thunderstorm technique, to attempt to finish her life off for good.
" Now, I will succeed in this murder " said Easeion. " When this murder succeeds, you will now truly see what it means to fight a Smithson "
" I won't let you do this " said Crayon.
" Colourea's going to die " said Easeion.
" Hahaha, I am so thrilled about what is going on now "
Crayon rushed to kick Easeion to stop his attack but Easeion was able to get out of the way in time but the attack failed. Easeion then rushed for Crayon with his Super Lightning Edge, Crayon used the Light Implosion.
The attacks charged with intense energy causing a very bright electric explosion and both fighters were knocked to the ground. Crayon was struggling, while Easeion was starting to slightly struggle.
" Now, Crayon you must know something right now " said Easeion.
" What is it ? " asked Crayon.
" If you leave here right now and let me do what I need to do, I will spare you for the time being " said Easeion.
" I am giving you a very special opportunity for living "
" You're going to end Colourea's life here " said Crayon.
" That is what the higher ups in The Bear all want, Whites insisted on me killing Colourea like I said earlier " said Easeion. " You will have to make an important decision here Crayon, either you die or Colourea dies and you look elsewhere in Colourland "
" Colourea is not worth this "
" I can't do that for Colourea " said Crayon.
" You can do it, Crayon " said Easeion. " I have confidence in you with your life outside of Colourea "
" The Bear also believes in this "
" The Bear is giving you a chance, think about what the organization is doing here "
" My life outside of Colourea " said Crayon. " I cannot let you do that to her "
" You want her to die "
" We also will have Challenger brought to us for questioning " said Easeion. " Would you want to not see Challenger again, Crayon ?
" You must think about Challenger "
" I do want to see him again, I just won't let you kill Colourea " said Crayon.
" You work for Challenger " said Easeion. " This is a sacrifice you must make for him "
" Challenger would love this type of sacrifice "
" Challenger would side with me fighting to keep Colourea alive " said Crayon.
" Challenger wants you not to die, Crayon " said Easeion. " The Bear needs you to stay alive with Challenger, for this special questioning "
" You wouldn't go against Challenger I assume "
" I will stay alive, but Colourea will not die " said Crayon.
" Challenger is against what the Bear is doing "
" You are struggling a lot, you cannot prevent her from dying and yourself Crayon " said Easeion.
You will have to make a decision on what is worth it "
" I will be able to stop Colourea from dying " said Crayon.
" Forget about Colourea " said Easeion.
" Think about us "
" You will be finding someone else "
" I love Colourea, I cannot do this " said Crayon.
" Why would I think about you after what you have said and done ? "
" You will regret this " said Easeion.
" I believed that you could have done it, such a shame "
" You could have forgotten about Colourea "
" This will end bad for you "
" Hahaha, you will not save Colourea "
" I will stop this " said Crayon.
" Nope, Colourea will be gone for good and Whites will be thrilled " said Easeion.
" Colourea is dying "
" I am killing her, hahahahaha "
Crayon then got up and Easeion then rushed towards him and grabbed him. Easeion then punched him while Crayon kicked him. Crayon then charged up the Super Air Blast while Easeion used the Quadruple Shadow Strike and the attacks hit. Easeion then got up and then started charging up the Thunderstorm technique and then a shock of lightning was about to hit Colourea.
" The relationship you have with Colourea will be no more, the love no more, it is time for a different life for you Crayon " said Easeion.
" Hahahahahahahaha, this is so awesome "
" I have been perfect at this "
" Don't be sure " said Crayon.
" I am extremely sure, how could I not be honestly " said Easeion.
" The Bear will take over Colourland "
" I am so confident "
Crayon rushed to block the attack with the Super Light Blast, a small portion of the attack hit Colourea and the rest hit Crayon.
" You will regret that Crayon " said Easeion. " I'll keep attacking to kill and she'll die whether you like it or not "
" My siblings want this "
" I will never ever let them down "
" Let's keep fighting " said Crayon.
" Prepare for the end " said Easeion.
Easeion then got up and headed towards Colourea but Crayon then blocked him and knocked him down and then hit him directly with the Super Light Bomb. Both Easeion and Crayon were struggling.
Easeion then started to use the Dark Implosion while Crayon used the Light Implosion. The attacks collided and both Easeion and Crayon were getting to the point of seriously struggling. Easeion got up first and then got to Colourea's body.
Easeion then attacked Colourea by punching her body. He then went to hit her with the Super Darkness Bomb but Crayon was able to get there in time and use the Super Light Bomb which knocked Easeion down. Both of them were barely able to move.
" Crayon, this is it " said Easeion. " It is now over for the romance "
" A truly great day for the organization "
" I'm not seeing that " said Crayon.
" I will end it, no matter what " said Easeion. " Whites may not forgive me if I do not do this successfully "
" Regardless of Whites, I will still stop this murder " said Crayon.
" Whites is a great man, I will end Colourea right now " said Easeion.
" The Bear will not stand for her staying alive "
" The organization needs her dead "
" It must be this way "
" Why, I do not understand " said Crayon.
" We must continue this fight "
" Yes, your love for Colourea will be history " said Easeion.
" I am so happy to do this "
" Your relationship will be no more, my victory is imminent "
" If you are that sure then let's keep this up " said Crayon.
" I am, you being with Colourea is a relationship gone forever " said Easeion.
" Whites wants this a lot "
" Colourea's death will be great "
" She won't die, you have not won yet " said Crayon.
" The Bear has depended on me to end this relationship " said Easeion.
" Crayon, every last member is demanding me succeed here "
" I have convinced every Bear member to want this "
" You will never go against this, Crayon "
" Your organization can hate Colourea as much as you want but you will not end her life " said Crayon.
" The Bear will succeed " said Easeion.
" Hahahaha, Colourea is dying "
" Colourea will be gone forever, Whites will be thrilled "
" Let's just see about that " said Crayon.
Easeion and Crayon fought with their last bits of energy and Easeion launched his Super Lightning Edge while Crayon used the Light Implosion. The attacks hit, both of them looked to be knocked out.
For a while, neither person had got up but eventually Crayon was the one to get up.
Crayon then went towards the bodies of Colouruke, Colourea, Artby and Warbler. After that he went to bring them to safety and before he contacted Challenger he called the hospital.
" Challenger, Easeion is no more " said Crayon.
" Excellent, you five are on another level " said Challenger.
" We have been training a lot " said Crayon.
" Great to see " said Challenger.
" We are going to go to the hospital " said Crayon.
" Good idea, after all that fighting " said Challenger.
The ambulance took them to the hospital.
Meanwhile, Whites and Blackina were talking about Easeion.
" This is taking way too long " said Whites.
" I am puzzled "
" I do not understand this " said Blackina.
" Easeion has too much skill for it to take this long for him to return " said Whites.
" Either he is coming back in the next few minutes or he is done "
" Bill and Tara lost and now possibly Easeion " said Blackina. " It is time for action "
" We cannot let Crayon get away with this, we must take over "
" His friends are also a problem "
" I will deal with them " said Whites.
" I will destroy them if Easeion did not succeed, and Blackin will make me the queen of Colourland " said Blackina. " I cannot fucking wait "
" We must focus on taking over Colourland now, destroying the romance is no longer our focus since Easeion is likely finished " said Whites.
" He was the original Bear member to demand its destruction "
" Blackin will take over easily, the three of us are unstoppable " said Blackina. " Blackin will make me his queen like he has said before and The Bear will rule supreme "
" Our time is now " said Whites.
" Hahaha, we will not be stopped "
Blackina then headed to meet Blackin.
" Blackin, we are going to take over Colourland " said Blackina.
" It will be simple to take over " said Blackin.
" We will be the new rulers of Colourland " said Blackina.
" We will not focus on the romance between Crayon and Colourea anymore and we will just destroy anyone that gets in the way " said Blackin. " I will eliminate anyone who stops me from making Blackina my queen, hahahahahahaha "
" Hahahahahahahaha " said Blackina.
" Hahahahahahahaha " said Blackin.
" I love you so much " said Blackina.
" We will always be together " said Blackin.
" Our love is so strong " said Blackina.
They then kissed each other and headed upstairs into their room.
Crayon and his friends stayed the night at the hospital. |
Houston Air France is one of the busiest airports in the United States. With over 21 million passengers passing through the airport each year, it is no wonder that the airport is always bustling with activity. From check-in and baggage claim to security and takeoff, there is a lot that goes on behind the scenes to keep the airport running smoothly. Here is a look at some of the more interesting facts and figures about the Houston Air France:- The airport covers an area of 2,200 acres.- There are four runways at the airport, three of which are used for commercial flights.- The airport has a total of 85 gates.- There are over 21,000 employees who work at the airport.- On average, there are over 1,000 flights departing from the airport each day.
Houston Air France
is one of the busiest airports in the United States. With over 21 million passengers passing through the airport each year, it is no wonder that the airport is always bustling with activity. From check-in and baggage claim to security and takeoff, there is a lot that goes on behind the scenes to keep the airport running smoothly. Here is a look at some of the more interesting facts and figures about the Houston Air France:- The airport covers an area of 2,200 acres.- There are four runways at the airport, three of which are used for commercial flights.- The airport has a total of 85 gates.- There are over 21,000 employees who work at the airport.- On average, there are over 1,000 flights departing from the airport each day.
Houston Air France
is one of the busiest airports in the United States. With over 21 million passengers passing through the airport each year, it is no wonder that the airport is always bustling with activity. From check-in and baggage claim to security and takeoff, there is a lot that goes on behind the scenes to keep the airport running smoothly. Here is a look at some of the more interesting facts and figures about the Houston Air France:- The airport covers an area of 2,200 acres.- There are four runways at the airport, three of which are used for commercial flights.- The airport has a total of 85 gates.- There are over 21,000 employees who work at the airport.- On average, there are over 1,000 flights departing from the airport each day.
Houston Air France
is one of the busiest airports in the United States. With over 21 million passengers passing through the airport each year, it is no wonder that the airport is always bustling with activity. From check-in and baggage claim to security and takeoff, there is a lot that goes on behind the scenes to keep the airport running smoothly. Here is a look at some of the more interesting facts and figures about the Houston Air France:- The airport covers an area of 2,200 acres.- There are four runways at the airport, three of which are used for commercial flights.- The airport has a total of 85 gates.- There are over 21,000 employees who work at the airport.- On average, there are over 1,000 flights departing from the airport each day.
Houston Air France
is one of the busiest airports in the United States. With over 21 million passengers passing through the airport each year, it is no wonder that the airport is always bustling with activity. From check-in and baggage claim to security and takeoff, there is a lot that goes on behind the scenes to keep the airport running smoothly. Here is a look at some of the more interesting facts and figures about the Houston Air France:- The airport covers an area of 2,200 acres.- There are four runways at the airport, three of which are used for commercial flights.- The airport has a total of 85 gates.- There are over 21,000 employees who work at the airport.- On average, there are over 1,000 flights departing from the airport each day.
Houston Air France
is one of the busiest airports in the United States. With over 21 million passengers passing through the airport each year, it is no wonder that the airport is always bustling with activity. From check-in and baggage claim to security and takeoff, there is a lot that goes on behind the scenes to keep the airport running smoothly. Here is a look at some of the more interesting facts and figures about the Houston Air France:- The airport covers an area of 2,200 acres.- There are four runways at the airport, three of which are used for commercial flights.- The airport has a total of 85 gates.- There are over 21,000 employees who work at the airport.- On average, there are over 1,000 flights departing from the airport each day.
Houston Air France
is one of the busiest airports in the United States. With over 21 million passengers passing through the airport each year, it is no wonder that the airport is always bustling with activity. From check-in and baggage claim to security and takeoff, there is a lot that goes on behind the scenes to keep the airport running smoothly. Here is a look at some of the more interesting facts and figures about the Houston Air France:- The airport covers an area of 2,200 acres.- There are four runways at the airport, three of which are used for commercial flights.- The airport has a total of 85 gates.- There are over 21,000 employees who work at the airport.- On average, there are over 1,000 flights departing from the airport each day.
Houston Air France
is one of the busiest airports in the United States. With over 21 million passengers passing through the airport each year, it is no wonder that the airport is always bustling with activity. From check-in and baggage claim to security and takeoff, there is a lot that goes on behind the scenes to keep the airport running smoothly. Here is a look at some of the more interesting facts and figures about the Houston Air France:- The airport covers an area of 2,200 acres.- There are four runways at the airport, three of which are used for commercial flights.- The airport has a total of 85 gates.- There are over 21,000 employees who work at the airport.- On average, there are over 1,000 flights departing from the airport each day.
Houston Air France
is one of the busiest airports in the United States. With over 21 million passengers passing through the airport each year, it is no wonder that the airport is always bustling with activity. From check-in and baggage claim to security and takeoff, there is a lot that goes on behind the scenes to keep the airport running smoothly. Here is a look at some of the more interesting facts and figures about the Houston Air France:- The airport covers an area of 2,200 acres.- There are four runways at the airport, three of which are used for commercial flights.- The airport has a total of 85 gates.- There are over 21,000 employees who work at the airport.- On average, there are over 1,000 flights departing from the airport each day.
Houston Air France
is one of the busiest airports in the United States. With over 21 million passengers passing through the airport each year, it is no wonder that the airport is always bustling with activity. From check-in and baggage claim to security and takeoff, there is a lot that goes on behind the scenes to keep the airport running smoothly. Here is a look at some of the more interesting facts and figures about the Houston Air France:- The airport covers an area of 2,200 acres.- There are four runways at the airport, three of which are used for commercial flights.- The airport has a total of 85 gates.- There are over 21,000 employees who work at the airport.- On average, there are over 1,000 flights departing from the airport each day.
Houston Air France
is one of the busiest airports in the United States. With over 21 million passengers passing through the airport each year, it is no wonder that the airport is always bustling with activity. From check-in and baggage claim to security and takeoff, there is a lot that goes on behind the scenes to keep the airport running smoothly. Here is a look at some of the more interesting facts and figures about the Houston Air France:- The airport covers an area of 2,200 acres.- There are four runways at the airport, three of which are used for commercial flights.- The airport has a total of 85 gates.- There are over 21,000 employees who work at the airport.- On average, there are over 1,000 flights departing from the airport each day.
Houston Air France
is one of the busiest airports in the United States. With over 21 million passengers passing through the airport each year, it is no wonder that the airport is always bustling with activity. From check-in and baggage claim to security and takeoff, there is a lot that goes on behind the scenes to keep the airport running smoothly. Here is a look at some of the more interesting facts and figures about the Houston Air France:- The airport covers an area of 2,200 acres.- There are four runways at the airport, three of which are used for commercial flights.- The airport has a total of 85 gates.- There are over 21,000 employees who work at the airport.- On average, there are over 1,000 flights departing from the airport each day.
Houston Air France
is one of the busiest airports in the United States. With over 21 million passengers passing through the airport each year, it is no wonder that the airport is always bustling with activity. From check-in and baggage claim to security and takeoff, there is a lot that goes on behind the scenes to keep the airport running smoothly. Here is a look at some of the more interesting facts and figures about the Houston Air France:- The airport covers an area of 2,200 acres.- There are four runways at the airport, three of which are used for commercial flights.- The airport has a total of 85 gates.- There are over 21,000 employees who work at the airport.- On average, there are over 1,000 flights departing from the airport each day.
Houston Air France
is one of the busiest airports in the United States. With over 21 million passengers passing through the airport each year, it is no wonder that the airport is always bustling with activity. From check-in and baggage claim to security and takeoff, there is a lot that goes on behind the scenes to keep the airport running smoothly. Here is a look at some of the more interesting facts and figures about the Houston Air France:- The airport covers an area of 2,200 acres.- There are four runways at the airport, three of which are used for commercial flights.- The airport has a total of 85 gates.- There are over 21,000 employees who work at the airport.- On average, there are over 1,000 flights departing from the airport each day. |
The world was once vast and empty. With no trees, water, or even grass, the world was just a piece of land filled with dirt. Without a single footprint, the dirt stayed flat and caused the world to look lifeless. It stayed like this for many years until the species known as Ancestrals arrived. No one knows how they arrived or where they arrived from, but they were the first inhabitants, thus giving them the name, the First Beings. There were 5 in total, and it is said that each of these 5 were similar with minor differences.
The First Ancestral did not have a name, but the First Ancestral was the leader of the 5. The First Ancestral was said to be the Perfect Ancestral with the rest of the Ancestrals trying to follow. Each Ancestral had different traits that stemmed from the First Ancestral. In addition, the First Ancestral was also known to have foresight, the ability to look into the future.
The Ancestral known as Dwarfitch was the most careful among the others. Dwarfitch was the shortest with a heftier body, but Dwarfitch was the mastermind of crafting. It is said that Dwarfitch crafted plenty of weapons, mountains, and sculptures.
The Ancestral known as Elflin was the most graceful among the others. Elfin had pointy ears that looked as if they could cut someone by touching them. It is said that Elfin created the trees, grass, and supplied the beauty to the world.
The Ancestral known as Humanim was the most adaptable among the others. Humanim seemed to be the closest resemblance to the First Ancestral in terms of looks. It is said that Humanim acted as the second leader if the First Ancestral was not there. While Humanim assisted the other Ancestrals, it always seemed that ulterior motives were the reason.
The Ancestral known as Demonity was the kindest among the others. Demonity also had the closest resemblance to the First Ancestral in terms of looks, but Demonity always grew horns out when angry or frustrated. It is said that Demonity always helped the other Ancestrals with whatever tasks they needed assistance with.
With the First Beings overseeing the world, everything was prosperous. The land was green and vibrant with life, mountains and structures differentiated one area from another, and the diplomacy between the First Beings was good. Every morning, they would have a meeting to discuss how they wanted to enrich the land, but it also served as a way for the Ancestrals to grow stronger bonds with one another. It was a peaceful time that shaped the beginning. However, everything was fine until the Great Disaster occurred.
The Great Disaster was created from jealousy, deceit, and the greed for power. While Dwarfitch and Elfin continued on with their daily duties, Humanim and Demonity had a closer relationship with the First Ancestral. During a meeting one day, a discussion was held about who the next leader would be once the First Ancestral disappeared. The First Ancestral knew when and where their death would occur, but it was kept a secret. While Humanim and Demonity didn’t understand what the First Ancestral meant by disappear, they did understand that a new leader was going to rise. However, the First Ancestral never selected a leader.
Days continued to pass, but the First Ancestral never disappeared. There was frustration from one of the potential leaders, and that frustration was taken out on Dwarfitch and Elfin. The smooth mountains that Dwarfitch carefully constructed had holes and caves formed inside. The tree trunks of the trees that Elfin created now were rough and uneven. Fearing dissonance among the other Ancestrals, Elfin and Dwarfitch stayed silent as their marvelous creations had now taken new forms. Even though they stayed silent, the First Ancestral reported the findings to Humanim and Demonity. However, the First Ancestral said that it must always be kept a secret, because it will cause disaster.
Months continued to pass, but the First Ancestral still didn’t disappear. At this point, one of the potential leaders decided that a new leader needed to be elected now. The Ancestral decided to take actions into their own hands as they only seeked rule and power. While pretending to seek out the First Ancestral for a meeting, the Ancestral struck a weapon through the body of the First Ancestral.
“This was the only way for the greater good of the world,” were the final words spoken by the First Ancestral as a look of sadness appeared. As clear liquid seeped out of the First Ancestral, the prediction of disappearing had unfortunately come true. The First Ancestral faded away as if their presence was never in the world.
The next day came, and all of the Ancestrals gathered for their daily meeting with the First Ancestral but the meeting never occurred. All of the Ancestrals searched and searched, but a body was never found. Confusion and panic formed between the Ancestrals until a voice came out.
“I know who did it,” Humanim announced.
“Who did it?” asked all three Ancestrals at the same time.
“It was you!” Humanim said as he pointed at one of the Ancestrals.
The other two pairs of eyes darted towards the Ancestral that Humanim pointed to. |
“Do you have any proof?” Demonity angrily asked.
“You told me that the First Ancestral wanted to meet you yesterday,” Humanim announced. “You wanted to be the next leader so bad, so you made the First Ancestral disappear!”
“That’s preposterous! I only said that the First Ancestral wanted to meet me, but I sure didn’t commit a crime,” Demonity declared. “Elfin and Dwarfitch, who do you believe?”
“Don’t call them for help!” Humanim yelled. “Not after what you did.”
“What do you mean, Humanim?” Elfin asked.
“We all know that Demonity gets frustrated easily and grows out a horn that gives an insurmountable amount of power,” Humanim yelled. “Well, Demonity had to let the frustration go somewhere, right? Like possibly damaging something important.”
“Are you talking about the trees and the mountain?” Demonity asked confusingly.
“I didn’t say anything about trees or mountains,” Humanim said almost solemnly.
“Wait,” Demonity responded quickly after feeling like a trap was set. “I seriously don’t know anything.”
“Forget it,” Dwarfitch said. “This was never told to anyone.”
“We have our answers,” Elfin said.
Dwarfitch and Elfin sided with Humanim, and it was now three Ancestrals against one Ancestral. After all of the kindness and assistance Demonity gave, all the Ancestrals easily brushed it off. It was terrifying, scary, but most of all, it was lonely.
“I’ll give you two choices,” Humanim declared. “Kill yourself at once, or exile yourself from us for all eternity.”
“Wai-”
It was no use as Elfin and Dwarfitch gazed away, seemingly showing their trust towards Humanim. Demonity held back tears at the deceit, lies, and betrayal from those that were considered family.
“I will exile myself,” Demonity answered calmly.
“Good, then you-”
“But not for all eternity!” Demonity declared.
“Huh?” Humanim asked.
“Through the trials and tribulations, we will all be together once again! There will be a time where we can talk again with one another, laugh with one another, and be happy with one another. I don’t care how long it takes, but that day will come. We might not be able to see it, but our descendants will. They’ll fight, kill, and have plenty of tears just like today, but it won’t be for eternity. Everyone will finally be happy, they for sure will. I guarantee it on my life,” Demonity said with two horns popping out.
“See,” Humanim yelled. “The horns have come out once again. Demonity is angry and will even use the power of the horn to go against us!”
“But,” Dwarfitch said while turning to look at Demonity. “Why is he crying?”
As tears rolled down Demonity’s face, the biggest smile formed. It wasn’t a smile of anger or defeat, it was a smile of what Demonity hoped the future would hold.
Elfin and Dwarfitch gazed away again, but the sounds of droplets hitting the ground signaled how they truly felt as well. Humanim stood there silent. After one last look, Demonity turned around and roamed the vast land, alone and faced with false accusations. However, Demonity didn’t care. All Demonity hoped was that those that were considered as family would all continue to be well.
“Wait, how come Demonity didn’t say that Humanim did it? It sounds like Humanim did it. Dwarfitch and Elfin are poopoo heads for not staying with Demonity. And why did the leader disappear? Is that why the land is separated into 4 now? How come we get the south area? I think the north area would be cooler. And why is there water everywhere now? Did a giant fish break the sea apart? I bet a sea monster jumped out and started breathing fire out of their mouths. Wait, can a monster from the sea even breathe fire? Nevermind, this story sounds dumb. Only a baby would believe it,” I said.
“Stop interrupting!” the storyteller said as she hit me over the head. “And you are a baby!”
“Ouch! You can’t hit me, Mya,” I rubbed my head in frustration.
“This is the story passed on from generations to generations,” Mya let out a deep sigh. “This is the truth about this world. Even if the other nations believe differently. Now let me finish the rest, because it’s just as important!”
“Truth, smooth, poop,” I stuck my tongue out and ran out the room. “It’s boring, and I don’t wanna listen anymore!”
“That is no way for a baby to act!” Mya tried chasing me.
“Don’t call me a baby!” I turned around and gave a smile. “I’m Kizou, Prince of the Demon Kingdom!” |
After spending a night at Lei Mei’s house, I feel fully rejuvenated. Never have I felt so refreshed. Seeing Lei Mei wearing that Chinese Military uniform going over me… really made me feel different. Damn, that was a fantastic night… Now, I need to make sure that I concentrate on my studies; she said if I pass we will be able to do more stuff like that. Fully motivated. This is all I need now in life. Actual quality time with each other, being able to embrace each other.
I got distracted again. I need to just silently do my classwork now. The more I keep diverting from the work, the less chance I’ll have of that repeating. I have exams soon so I should now pay full attention. One by one, I shall dominate each class. Will make my teacher and even Lei Mei surprised.
Math class. Simple, easily done.
English class. I speako very goodo inglisho.
Chemistry class. I made blue crystals.
PE class. I destroyed everyone's kneecaps and won the match.
Literature class. I read manga daily, don’t need to try hard on this one.
Last but not least, geography class. Rock is rock. Class finished.
This was the easiest day of my life. I should do this more often. Who would have thought that school was actually easy when you paid attention? HAHA. I love it. Everyone is going to see how academically advanced I really am.
“Hey, Lei Mei. No need to do library learning today. I got it all covered myself for today.”
“Oh. OK. See you tomorrow at school.” She replied and left instantly.
That was a little odd, seems like she’s just busy today, probably made more space in her schedule today by cancelling our little session. Well, good for her.
So now that I am home. I need to seriously study. I have been messing around way too much.
“Mum! Don’t disturb me. I need to concentrate on my studies today.”
“Don’t need to tell me that twice. Do your work now.”
Great, glad she's very understanding.
After a few hours of studying, I finally managed it. It is currently 4 am, though I managed to study every subject I had since I got home around 4 pm. I went down to go get some quick food since I had avoided eating due to my studying.
I heard the front door closing while I was walking down the stairs. Did mother not lock the doors? I grabbed whatever I could to defend myself with and slowly went down. Someone switched the lights on and I could hear clear movement in the living room.
Sneaking my way down into the living room, avoiding getting noticed, it turned out to just be my dad.
“Why are you getting home so late?” I asked him while putting my armed pen away.
“Oh! Taji. It’s a bit late isn’t it, haha, shouldn’t you be asleep?” he replied while fidgeting around with his hands.
“I was studying till now… About to go to sleep. I just need some snacks. Why are you awake still?”
“Oh, I only just got home. Had a long day at work today.”
“Oh, alright. Enjoy your sleep, dad.”
Hmm… he’s been acting a little weird recently. I can’t remember exactly when I would need to check my diary. I most likely noted it down. His working so late recently has been becoming a bit unhealthy. I wonder what his workplace is making him do.
Well, either way, I got more crucial things to be concentrating on as of now. No time to worry about other people. Need to concentrate on getting the best grades possible.
Anyway, time for sleep. Another day awaits me.
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Morning once again. I managed to sleep a good 4 hours. I will most likely not feel the best, but I had a cup of coffee before leaving the house. Now It’s just walking to school and completing the full school day.
“Hi, Taji.” Lei Mei’s angelic voice came from behind me.
“Hey Lei Mei. How are you doing?”
“I’m good, thank you. How is your studying going?”
“Good. Though I was up late studying, didn’t get much chance to sleep.”
“Taji! I told you this before, mass studying things like that doesn’t help that much. You will most likely forget everything after today. You should get a good sleep in order to help you remember everything you studied.”
“Sorry… I just really want to do well. I don’t want to end up disappointing you.”
“I get it. I can see you’re trying, but it won't work if you aren’t doing it properly. I understand that time is running low and you want to get as much studying done. Just control yourself more and it will help you more.”
“Okay. Thanks. I’ll do that.”
“Good Taji.”
She patted me on the head and we headed to school while holding hands. Honestly, this is nice. I think this is exactly what I needed in life.
I paid full attention in my classes today. I may have been domesticated by Lei Mei. |
Now that the final exams have finished, all there is to do is wait till March so we can graduate. It has been getting more and more stressful for me, thinking about moving away from my parents. Even more, moving to another country.
Now that I actually have freedom, it is time to dive into the mystery surrounding my father.
“From my current knowledge, he has been coming back home late for a good time now. He seems rather flustered every time he returns, with the excuse he's just very exhausted from working so late.” I explained to Lei Mei.
“Mhm. Mhm.” She replied as she noted things down.
“I think we should attempt to track him down. Follow his steps from work.”
“But Taji, where do we find the time to do that? He only works during the week when we have classes, so we won't be able to follow him.”
“This is true, so I was thinking of just skipping school for a day to carry out this investigation.”
“What? Are you stupid? You only just managed to get the respect needed from people and good grades. Now you want to ruin it by skipping school? Furthermore, involve me in this? Sorry Taji, but I will not sacrifice my standards and my reputation for this matter.”
“I expected this, so plan 2 is to just go to his workplace after school and wait for him to leave the office since he finishes later than we do.”
Lei Mei stared at me with a terrifying expression.
“What's wrong?”
“Taji, you bring out the worst in me sometimes.”
“I don’t get it. What did I do?”
“Why is your plan 2 more logical and efficient than your first one?”
“It is? This is only assuming he goes to the office!”
“Where else would he go? If he's going home late, that means he is potentially doing something after work. So he would have to go to work to keep making an income during the day, right?”
“Now that you’re saying it, this makes a lot of sense. You’re right, haha.”
“You’re full of surprises, Taji.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“No, not at all. Give me more pleasure to explore you more,” she replied as she patted my head.
Sometimes I feel like I’m more of her pet than anything, but it doesn’t feel like it did with Sawa. I wonder how she’s doing. Haven’t heard anything from her and she has been doing a pretty good job of avoiding me at school. Maybe for the best.
“Let’s go to my dad’s office after work.”
“Sounds good to me.”
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As soon as school ended, I dragged Lei Mei out to my father's office. We put on a disguise and camped out near the office entrance. I made Lei Mei wear a nice French beret, sunglasses, and a large trench coat. I wore a beanie with glasses and a baseball jacket. This should make us harder to be identified by my dad, I hope so at least.
The sun was starting to set, and the temperature was slowly dropping along with it. There is still no sign of my father, or even anyone else getting out of the office. The clocks hit 5 pm. Some people have started to leave the office now. Unfortunately, still no sign of my father.
“How long does he work? I’m going to end up falling asleep before he gets out.” I complained to Lei Mei.
“Taji, it’s normal for office workers to stay for overtime. It’s just the standard work life.” She replied.
“Wow, this is such a sad life, they really expect us to grow up and agree to this?”
“Not optional, you have to adapt to it.
“What a horrible world we live in…”
Thanks to our idle chat, we managed to wait out enough time for my father to leave the office. We hid behind some bushes and began our spying mission.
Father began walking off to the car park, he does indeed drive a car. Everything is normal here. However, this is an issue, we have no way to travel after the car on foot quickly.
“What now then Taji? How do you expect us to go after him?” Lei Mei questioned.
“Well… I didn’t think of this at all. I forgot he even drove a car.”
“I must say, I am impressed by your lack of competence sometimes. You seem to know what you’re doing and then… you just don’t. Quite fascinating.”
I proved my worth here. So embarrassing. I need to come up with a plan ASAP. I looked around the entire premise and noticed a few taxis were waiting on the side.
“I hope that you have some money on you, we’re going to need it.”
“Huh? What are you talking about?”
“You’ll see. Come on, we have no time to lose.”
I grabbed Lei Mei by her hand and ran over to the taxi.
Lei Mei got into the taxi fully red and silent. She said no word nor did she look at me. Quite an unusual reaction from her.
“Where are we going?” The taxi driver asked.
“Can you follow that car from a bit of a distance?” I requested while pointing over at my father's car.
“This isn’t some movie where you come in and the taxi driver just does whatever crazy stuff you request. My job doesn’t specify that I should participate in stalking.”
“Ah… See I assumed that this would work because of action movies, hahaaaa…”
“Why do you want to follow that car?”
“It’s my father. He has been acting a bit fishy recently, so we wanted to see what he was up to after work.”
“I see, I see. Well, I’ll submit to your request, however, it will require paying a little extra.”
“That’s ok.”
Lei Mei suddenly returned to earth and said, “Extorting money from minors because they want to go after their father? That doesn’t seem too good. Both ways that you look at it, it’s not that good, so shall we both just treat this as a normal lift for two children going to meet their father?”
“Fine, fine, I’ll follow him. Stop making this harder than it is.”
“Thank you, driver.”
Lei Mei is really amazing. How did she think of this? I must be either really stupid or she must be really smart.
The taxi followed the car, we drove for quite a while before we finally came to a halt. I looked over to see what was happening. It seems that my father had parked at a hotel. I guess this is the location.
“Lei Mei pay and I’ll go follow. I’ll send the coordinates so you can catch up when I’m there.”
“Excuse me? Why am I the one paying?”
“I’ll repay you later, hurry, we don't have time to lose.”
“I can’t believe you Taji but get going. I’ll get over it soon.”
“Thank you, my beloved. I’ll be waiting for you.”
I ran off leaving Lei Mei in the taxi. |
It’s been a few months since I started dating Lei Mei. Honestly, this has been the happiest few months of my life. However, the worst thing is about to greet me. School finals. Studying for these exams has been extremely difficult, even though I have been receiving study help from my beloved Lei Mei, I haven’t had much luck.
This has been a hectic time for me now. I need to get the best possible grades if I want to go to the same school as Lei Mei. On top of that, I’ve been studying Chinese. Since we want to move over there, it's going to be extremely essential for me. Can’t imagine the struggle of moving to a country and not knowing the language there.
My social life at school has been more relaxed for me recently since Lei Mei and I revealed the big news, Sawa and Tamako backed away and finally gave up on their silly antics. On the topic of school, Ms Raicho has recently been much more on my case, she doesn’t want to cut me any slack. Any second I look away she instantly starts firing 50 different pens at my head. Wonder what triggered this kind of behaviour from her. I don’t recall doing anything to her.
Sadly Kingo also had been less active around me, not sure if he’s trying to give me more time for Lei Mei or if he’s getting busier with his own life or at least whatever bit of life he has. Although, I feel like the lack of Kingo has been rather unsettling for me, after all, we have spent most of our time hanging out together till now.
One thing I have realised which could be the cause of my inability not being able to keep up with my studies might be that I have been dedicating a lot of time to studying Chinese culture and way of life, bettering myself in the way I should be living when I move to China. This has distracted me, and I’m glad that it grabbed my interest so much, but it does cause me to miss out on my home learning which without it I won't be able to even move to study in China.
Well then. That should be enough to note down. Glad I started to keep a diary where I note stuff that is going on in my life. Noting all of this down really helps me keep my thoughts and emotions in line. |
"I call this world, this planet, the ground we walk on Aidera! In honor of the greatest of you all, the one who destroyed the old world and created a new era, me Aiden!
Be witnesses of a new, better world! Where there is no equality! Where there is no indifference! In which you are not alone my dear others! In which you will not be afraid or bored!
I, the most amazing one who has gathered you all here, invites you to a new era!"
About 40,000 years later, black dust came over the world and another apocalypse occurred.
From the author:
I invite all readers to read this very looong story.
A story about Aidera, about the history of this world.
Witness many ups and downs.
Be witnesses of great fights and wars.
Intrigue and fun. See how dreams and goals come true.
Experience loss, betrayal and death.
I welcome you! |
I sneaked around the corners of the hotel, avoiding all of the staff and the sight of my father. He seemed to already have a room since he didn’t check in or anything, just walked in and headed over to the elevator.
This is the hard part. I took the risk and went into the elevator with him, I made sure to act natural. I can’t let him find out my identity now. Avoiding all eye contact, making sure to not get his attention. Luckily he had already selected the floor so I didn’t need to do it myself. It would be pretty hard since I don’t have a key card for the hotel.
We stopped at floor 6, we got off and split ways. When it was clear I hid behind a corner so he didn't notice me. I peeked over the corner and saw him enter his room. I quickly ran over to check the room number.
As soon as I checked, I went back into hiding. I gave Lei Mei a text.
“I followed him up to his room. It’s room number 668. Rent us a room on floor 6 so that we can monitor him. Meet me on the floor, I’m near the elevators.”
Lei Mei read the message and sent me an angry sticker followed by an “
okay”
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A few minutes later Lei Mei comes marching out of the elevator.
“Taji, I will personally rip your body into two. How are you morally okay with making me pay for everything!” Lei Mei shouted furiously.
“Don’t shout, specifically my name.” I whispered to Lei Mei.
“Right, forgive me for not listening, I have completely forgotten that I was your tool for whenever it works best for you.”
“Look, I’m sorry, can we talk this out when we get into our room?”
“Sure as hell. 665 is our room, the best I could do.”
We went into our hotel room. Once the door was closed we could rest a little.
“So, Taji. Care to explain?”
I walk towards her forcing her to back up to the wall.
“Taji… What are you doing?”
I locked her against the wall with my arms and moved my face closer to hers.
“Lei Mei,” I whispered into her ear.
Her face turned bright red, her body was beginning to tremble.
“Wh- Wha- What iss it…~” She replied in a nervous tone.
“You’ve been doing so much for me, I think I should reward you.”
“Ho- How How… will you?”
“Hmm, not sure yet.”
I moved my hand and stroked her gentle smooth face. Caressing her ear and playing with her hair.
“Di- Didn’t we… weren’t we here for something else… Taji~?” Lei Mei asked in a soft tone.
“Want me to stop?”
“No… but it would be a waste to stop the mission here.”
“Good point, we shall carry on with your reward later.”
Lei Mei blushed and walked to the bathroom smiling from cheek to cheek.
I went back into the corridor and scouted out the area.
There was no sign of anyone, I went to room 668 and put my ear to the door. I attempted to listen in to what was happening but either the door was really soundproof or nothing was happening.
I remained here for a few more minutes but it was pointless. No sound was coming from behind that door. I returned to our room disappointed.
“I couldn't hear anything from outside the room.”
“We should try to sneak into the room then.” Lei Mei suggested
“How would we do that?”
“We need to pretend to be room service.”
“That could work but how will we do that? We don't have any outfits or equipment.”
“This isn’t my go-to option but the best way to do this would be to steal some from the hotel.”
“Now this is getting exciting. Never knew you were such a bad girl, Lei Mei.”
“I’m- I’m not… usually.” Lei Mei turned bright red again while replying.
“It will be a hard task though, do you have a plan?”
“Not really. We will have to improvise. I do have a basic idea of how we will play this out. However, this will be mostly your job.”
“So, Lei Mei, what do I need to do?”
I don’t entirely understand this situation but I have to trust Lei Mei. She’s more than smart enough to figure this issue out.
“We will bring over food and say it's a special gift from the hotel, that their room won a free raffle and some food is rewarded to them. We will plant a phone and be on a video call with it the entire time to see and hear what is happening there.” Lei Mei explained.
“This sounds like a good plan, though, I do have a question.”
“What is it?”
“What phone are we going to use?”
“I always carry a spare phone on me in a hidden pocket. In case someone was to rob me at some point, this way I’m not left with nothing.”
“Wow… That’s pretty smart, I have to admit. You only seem more and more like a genius the more I get to know you.”
We got to work right away. We ordered some food for our room, with Lei Mei’s money of course. Once it got delivered, I kindly greeted the food service man while Lei Mei dropped a bin on his head.
Once he was disorientated, I jumped him to the ground. Lei Mei quickly started tying his hands up and tapping his mouth.
“Good job Taji, didn’t think you would manage it.” Lei Mei said while laughing at me.
“What do you mean? Why are you laughing?”
I’m so confused. What is she on about?
“We just committed a crime. Never would have thought you would do this, haha.” Lei Mei carried on laughing.
“This is a crime?!”
“Of course it is, dummy. What else would attacking and tying up someone would be?”
“Well, it can be weird foreplay sometimes…”
Lei Mei stopped laughing and stared blankly at me. Maybe this was a bad time for that?
“Just undress him, Taji, and put his clothes on.” She commanded me soullessly.
I did as I was told. I should avoid annoying her for a while now. This is rather unfortunate. I thought we were finally getting along better than before. Oh well.
I moved the person to the bathroom and undressed him. I covered him with a few blankets and put his clothes on. They were a little big but weren’t too bad.
“Ok, now go down to the kitchen. I’ll make a fake order for their room and you make sure that you are the one delivering it.” Lei Mei commanded me.
I rolled the food trolly down the hallway towards the elevator. There was a trail of droplets behind me. I have never stressed so much in my life, even the final exams weren’t as stressful as this.
I ended up following the other staff to find the kitchen. Everyone kept giving me weird looks while I tried to find my way around. My head was slowly beginning to spin. I can’t hold myself together. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to do.
Running out of the kitchen to avoid having a panic attack. I don’t know what to do.
Why does this have to happen to me? I really don’t understand. Am I really this pathetic? Lei Mei will be disappointed with me but I can’t manage it. This is too much for me but I can’t stop here.
I need to get hold of myself. This is no place to give up. This is no place to panic. Lei Mei put in a lot of effort to help me, I need to make it worth her time and I need to figure out what's going on with my father. |
I wake up every day at exactly 7 am, brush my teeth, wash my face, get changed into my school clothes and do my hair. I leave the house around 8 am, enough time to walk over to the school at 8:45 am. On the way to school, I usually meet with Taji, my so-called boyfriend. It’s not that I don’t see him as one. I just feel like I shouldn’t be in such an explicit relationship with another at such an age.
At school, I change my shoes and put my stuff away in the locker. I go to our classroom and take my seat. I avoid idle chatter with those around me, but if such misfortune is to happen, I do respectfully reply to those attempting to converse with me. I do not hate people, I just personally find it rather annoying when I’m at a place to learn and others aren’t taking it seriously or are interrupting me from taking in more knowledge.
At lunch, I usually eat what my mother has prepared. Every day it’s something different, so I can never be sure what to expect. However, the meal is at an excellent standard as she is a ‘professional’ chef. She is self-taught since my grandmother wished for her to be a lawyer. Nonetheless, today I had teriyaki chicken and noodles.
Taji has been completely losing it recently. I want him to study more so I have been limiting time with him so that we can get his grades up. I was very surprised and amazed that he said he would want to go to the same university as me. Then again, I couldn’t imagine it considering how poor his grades have been. Though I do appreciate his effort.
Once school is over, Taji usually makes me go and help him study in the library. I don’t mind doing this, gives me some extra time to revisit some stuff as well. Unfortunately, today mother asked us to go and help her at the restaurant. Annoyingly, Taji ran off instantly. I tried searching around for him, but he was nowhere to be seen. I left him a few texts and tried calling him, but nothing. I went off to the restaurant since we needed to help.
Previously, I was able to wear a butler outfit. Sadly, Taji needed to take that one, so I’m left with the Chinese-styled maid outfit. Not my personal choice of clothing, but I wouldn’t want anyone to see such an atrocious outfit on Taji. Since, after all, we are together, I cannot let his image get tarnished by my selfish personal preferences. We live in a society, after all.
Some time into the work shift, Taji still hasn’t arrived. I have been getting extremely overworked since only me and my mother are here to do stuff. With this new deal she came up with to get more customers, we have had far too many customers for us to actually handle with just the two of us.
Eventually, Taji made it. I just couldn’t look at him. The frustration was too much. I would most likely get the urge to slap him back and forth, which I can’t do here. I have realised that I miss Sawa’s company here. She was really good at talking with customers and they all loved her. Was quite sad to see her quit.
After another few hours of work, we finally closed for the day. Free at last. Time to catch a breath. I haven’t spoken to Taji at all since he got here. I should have a chat with him and see what’s up with him. We had a talk, sorted everything out and headed over to my place to do some leftover studying.
I tried to pretend that I didn’t notice but Taji has been looking over at me constantly, looking up and down, staring away at my face. I couldn’t help but feel warm. I hate this feeling, an urge that I’m not used to and would rather never have to experience but here we are. Only Taji has ever caused me to feel this way…
I couldn’t deal with this any longer. He managed to answer my question correctly. I think it’s time for his reward… although it’s more because I just want to get rid of this burning chest pain. I moved closer to him, he put his arms around me to pull me closer to him. My heart was beating faster and faster. I closed my eyes and let him embrace me. Our lips had met, his warm breath, his soft touch around my body, his kiss was just phenomenal. I couldn’t even think of ever resisting such a thing. He really made me weak.
I might let him stay for tonight… |
Monday, another day of school. The pain and suffering never ends. We are getting closer and closer to the exam season, and what makes it worse, these are the final exams before we finish school. My previous results, although they improved, weren’t all that good and they aren’t good enough to get into the same school as Lei Mei.
Lei Mei and I struck a deal for us dating.
”We won't do ‘couple things’ during school hours, study so that you can get the grades you need. Once we are done with school, we do after-school studying, then we can do whatever you want together.”
I agreed to that since that makes sense; I don’t see why we shouldn’t be doing this, with really good schools in mind. Despite agreeing to this, I still hate this. Now that I finally got Lei Mei as mine, I want us to do more things, things that we can do as lovers, instead, 90% of the day is studying, 5% is our time and the remaining 5% is sleeping. Horrible ratio.
Getting too deep in my thoughts, even in school, I can’t take my mind off her, and how much I actually love her. It’s amazing how one person can have such a big impact on another's life.
“Mr AGUNI! Please. Pay. Attention. To. The. Class.” Ms Raicho yelled out at me.
“AHH, YES! I’M HERE” I screamed out in panic.
“Mind explaining what you were spacing out for? We have a class going on and you are dozing away into your little dreamland, so care to share what it was?”
“No thank you. I would rather not, but thank you for the offer.”
There is no way in hell that I would tell the entire class that I was dozing off to thinking about Lei Mei. I need to have some self-respect and dignity out here. They don’t need to know about this stuff.
“Well, mind paying attention to what we are doing?”
“Yes, I will be paying attention.”
“Great. Now read extract 5 on page 252.”
“Okay! So, uhh, ok. During sexual reproduction, sperm from the male joins with an egg from the female. This is called fertilisation.”
“Mr Aguni, stop. What class are we in?”
“Uh, we are in literature class, right?”
“Yes, so why are you reading about reproduction, which is in biology? I don’t remember that being part of literature.”
Ah… well. This is a bit…
“If you think about it correctly, we can class anything written in a book as literature. So really, it’s biology literature.”
“Stop getting smart with excuses and get smart for your exams. Sit down and open the correct textbook.”
Well, not the best save but it’s good enough. In all seriousness, I actually need to pay attention.
Death stared straight ahead, putting all my concentration into the classes. The day finally came to an end. Private study time with Lei Mei in the library and we can finally go home.
I sat at the library and waited.
10 minutes had passed…
20 minutes had passed…
30 minutes had passed…
What the hell? Where is she? She was literally in my class. Where did she go?
I turned my phone on to check if she sent me any messages. Sure enough, I had 6 unread messages and 9 missed calls. Well, damn. I wished I had checked that earlier. High chance she won't be happy.
Hi Taji. Mother asked if we can help her out today. I couldn’t find you to tell you, so just make your way over there when you can.
Hi Taji, we need your help, it’s pretty busy today. Come ASAP.
Taji, come now.
Few more just like this. Great, I may have messed up. To be fair, I did run off to the toilet as soon as class ended so that I wouldn’t waste study time but seems like I did even worse. Wonder if I should go there now and hope that I won't be murdered or if I should go home and pretend I was sick.
I would hate to have to lie to Lei Mei. Building trust and confidence with each other is important, but then again, she’s scary… Well, I’ll have to take a risk this time. Never know what will happen.
After a short walk, I arrived. The worst is about to come.
“Hello, sorry for coming late,” I told Mrs Lei.
“No worries, hurry up and get changed. We need your help on the floor. Go pick up all the finished dishes and help Lei Mei with bringing orders.” She replied while flipping dishes left and right.
Quickly ran to the backroom and got changed. Lei Mei hasn’t even bothered to look in my general direction at all. This might be a pain to deal with later, but for now, time to get working.
They were doing a special deal event which loured in a lot of hungry customers meaning there's a lot more work for us, which we didn’t know till it was too late, well at least I didn’t, since the deal didn’t start till after we finished school so that I and Lei Mei could help.
We ran around for a good 4 or 5 hours. I haven’t felt this tired in decades.
“Taji. Explain, what were you doing today? You keep saying you want to study more yet you don’t pay attention in classes. What even happened after school? I couldn’t find you and you didn’t reply to my messages till a while later.” Lei Mei questioned in the backrooms.
“You see, I have been thinking of how little time we get to spend together… it keeps distracting me during classes.”
“Taji. Dedicate time to your studies and to studying the ways of communism. Once we have finally achieved those two things, we will be able to fully be happy under our one true leader.”
“What does this have to do with what I said?”
“Nothing. I felt like encouraging you to keep studying more so that we can live up to the correct standards that I want to live in.”
“Does everything have to be about communism? Why can’t we be together normally?” ]
“But we are, are we not? We spend time together, we talk together, we study together… what else is there that you want.”
“Never mind… I’ll tell you after the exams.”
“Why not now? What’s so special that happens after the exams?”
“I wouldn’t say it’s anything special, though I think it would be a better time to do so.”
“Okay, if you say so Taji. Now tell me, why did you ignore my calls and texts and why did you come so late?”
“Well, I went to the toilet and my phone was turned off. I only turned it on after a while to check if something happened.”
“I’m always punctual for things. I would have been at the library on time if something didn’t occur. You should have known this and known to check your phone.”
“You’re right… That slipped my mind.”
“Well, it's too late for that now. Let's go home. We can fit in some extra study time.”
After getting to her house, we spent some time studying together. I just couldn’t stop looking at her the entire time. Honestly, I have fallen madly in love with her. I want to make a move, but I fear her reacting badly over it.
Her lips look so soft, her concentrated look is rather attractive. The more I look at her, the prettier she gets. Every little thing about her is just beautiful.
“Taji… Pay attention. Why did Mae Lodong do this?”
“Oh yeah, the great leap forward, uhh, sacrifices were necessary for the development and advancements.”
“Surprised. Looked like you dozed off. I guess it’s time for your reward now.” |
It’s time. The long wait has now ended. It's the worst that's happening now. School finals have begun. The dreadfully horrid week of none stop exams is forcing its way into my life, as well as other classmates, but that’s beyond my area to care. I have ensured my own safety from any existing distractions. I stared at pictures of Lei Mei for hours between my study time so that I didn't feel the need to look over at her during the exams.
Though it may seem a bit weird, it has actually been very effective. I’ve seen so much of her that I have no desire for more currently. I should have thought of this sooner because this is probably the smartest thing I have ever done.
Now that my never-ending thirst for Lei Mei is being quenched, I have been much more productive. I was able to sit through the entire week of exams and destroy them all as if I was Carl Morb, destroying angels. That was a great quick read. I should probably get Kingo to read it as well.
Since nothing interesting was happening other than exams, I haven't been able to do anything fun. Whatever, the week has ended, and we have completed all the exams. I am extremely uncertain if I have passed, though. Despite all the effort, I put into my studying and preparations for the exams, I severely underestimated how difficult these exams would be.
All I can do now is hope that I am able to pass all of them with at least a decent grade, otherwise this might be the end of my future with Lei Mei.
I waited and waited and waited. Each day I waited for the results became harder to cope with. Until the final day. They finally displayed the results. I did not hesitate to run and check my score. I checked at the top and sure enough, Lei Mei took the first place. I expected no less from her. As for myself, though. I had to keep going down and down.
I was starting to sweat. This is not good. Not in the top 10 nor the top 20 nor the top 30 nor the top 40, however, I did make it into the top 50, which without a doubt is better than what I had scored previously. I usually ranged in the top 110.
Well, I definitely managed to surpass my previous records, but I hoped for something better. I hope this will be enough to help me get into the university Lei Mei wants to attend.
“Hey Taji, I don’t see you anywhere near the bottom. I am rather impressed that you managed to get out of there.” Lei Mei called out from behind me.
“Thanks… Though I’m not sure if my score is enough to get me a spot at the university.”
“Don’t worry Taji. Although, you are right and this isn’t enough. There’s an entrance exam which you can take which will assess you based on what you score there, so that’s like a second chance. Since you managed to study this much already, I believe that you will make it in after the second exam.”
She hugged me as she said that. I felt comfort and relief. I’m glad that she’s here for me. It makes my life much more meaningful to it, instead of endlessly going forward without knowing where hopelessly hoping that I will figure something out.
Well, although I didn’t achieve what I normally wanted to achieve, I did shock everyone else with my score increasing by quite a significant amount.
My teachers at school all congratulated me for my fantastic performance and tremendous improvement. My homeroom teacher even rewarded me with a chocolate bar, a bit random, but I won't decline.
Arrived home, and my mother greeted me with open arms at the door. Really, everyone is going insane over this. Never knew I was this much of a disappointment. It gave me much more freedom from my parents for the day. I should do this more often. Who would have thought that my parents would be nicer to me if I tried harder?
Even Kingo sent me a message congratulating me on the improvements I have achieved in the exams. I need to go out with him again sometime, it’s been a while since we spent some time together.
Minding my own business and enjoying the new Supernatural Creatures of War: Bangarock my grandparents decided to call me! They haven’t bothered to talk to me since Christmas four years ago. Without a surprise, it was about my results. This really spread like a wildfire.
It’s been getting a bit annoying with all this pestering about my grades. Seriously, why can’t I live the way I want to, for something I want? They had all been acting as if I had been stupid this entire time, insulting me or treating me like trash. I'm so tired of it all, now suddenly everyone is respecting me because I had found my own motivation to achieve things. If only they had helped me get motivation, a reason to achieve these things instead of earlier.
Lei Mei has been the only one who actually cared. It makes me feel rather pathetic as well since I couldn’t find my own goal or motivation earlier but having her made me realise that my priorities weren’t right, to begin with, and I needed someone to guide me towards the left path of the world.
Well, not like I will have to deal with them much longer. Soon my 18th birthday and the end of school. Once both happen, I will be fully free from the human cage I have been living in all my life. Cannot wait till I… till I… till I am… away from my parents… |
They were in the monitoring room. However, it looked completely different from what it looks like in our world. From the common aspects, there were chairs and in front of them objects used to monitor the building, here the common aspects with our world end. The "monitors" are actually circular mirrors the size of, perhaps, dinner plates. They projected an image of their smaller counterparts, scattered throughout the building. One large mirror was connected to one small mirror, and since the building they were monitoring was large, they also needed many small mirrors. Consequently, the whole room was filled to the brim with mirrors. There was also a desk in this room with small round devices on it. They were communication mirrors that served as telephones in this world. They opened like hand mirrors. Each was named by a different name leading to different people, presumably selected guards.
On the floor lay the security responsible for relaying information from what they saw. Some of them were holding communication mirrors, trying to call for help, but apparently they didn't make it in time.
The girl and the boy looked at the images projected on the mirrors to get an idea of the situation.
Girl - Do you see this? I don't see any enemies lying down, only the workers here.
Boy - Look at this.
He pointed to one of the mirrors.
Boy - She doesn't look like she works here.
Girl - Uhm. Plus, she looks younger than us.
In one of the mirrors they spotted Feli running down the hall looking for Fi.
Girl - But look, there are guards around the corner. If no one helps her, she will die soon.
Girl, Boy - !!!
They both fell silent in surprise. The girl they were watching and thought her end was near escaped a surprise attack and took out the two guards lurking for her.
Girl - I don't believe it. The untouched are unable to do such things. She's definitely not with us, I've never seen her in our base.
Boy - And why would they send us any reinforcements?
Girl - It doesn't make sense, but she's definitely stronger than the untouched.... Could be kamikazes, but I don't see why they should be here.
Boy - I doubt it either. Only one option left
Girl - Yes, she must be from this city, and she somehow missed the injections. Maybe there are even more such people... We should inform Vilar about it.
Boy - Yhm.
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Something was wrong. It was as obvious as the sun, although in this world the sun is not so obvious, so I should use another word. Either way, this man knew full well that the place he wanted to get to was in a state of emergency.
The man was hiding behind one of the buildings, watching the situation that took place behind the gate. He was looking at the column that our three heroes had recently entered. The entrance through which Fi, Feli and Trix had entered, was now besieged by guards.
And from the inside of the door, even more of them began to come out. They were the guards and employees who were in the building.
Guard - Should we call the firefighters?
Employee - No way! Do you want them to discover us? We have a fire extinguisher, someone must be putting out the fire already.
??? - [Fire? What happened there? Did the three that Coin told me about really go in there?]
Due to the chaos that was there, no one even thought about guarding the area around the building, so no one noticed the hiding person.
??? - [But how do I get inside?]
The gate was high and it was impossible to jump over it.
??? - I don't think I have a choice.
He ran to the gate, pulled out a pistol and punched the keyhole, thus opening the passage for himself. After that, everyone present there, and there were at least a dozen of them, turned their attention to him.
Employee - It's a guard!
One called out after he recognized the uniform. The man was covered in red scales and wore a uniform that everyone recognized.
City Guard - Everybody stay still, from now on this place will be under guard control and if you said anything about a fire then call the firemen!
Fighting random intruders is one thing, but fighting a guard is another. The consequences of this could be unpleasant.
Employee - What does the boss say?
Guard - I can't contact him.
One of the bodyguards was carrying what could be mistakenly described as a small box mirror. It was really a communicator that serves as a telephone in this world.
Guard - If he called reinforcements, we can't hide it anyway. Call the firefighters.
The employees present there listened to what the city guard said. And while they were carrying out the command, the man entered the building.
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Everyone started coughing. It was the same type of bomb she had used in this building recently. This poisonous gas was by no means lethal, but it caused a burning sensation in the throat and nose, and coughing. It stopped all the guards who were guarding Asil's room from moving.
This moment was used, and Trix took down everyone without much trouble. With a victorious step she entered the room where her object of revenge was located.
Trix - This is my first taste of revenge, and I must say I'm having a blast.
Asil - Cough, cough..
Even though the poison had diluted quite a bit, its effects still lingered
Asil - I can't believe you decided to take revenge on me. Those few ter meant so much to you? Cough.
Trix - It's not about money, it's about ... - she pondered - honor? No, I have no such thing as honor, you just pissed me off, that's all.
She dismissed the word "honor" with a wave of her hand.
A youth with green leaves instead of hair and elven ears was sitting on a chair at the end of the room. Trix took a few steps forward while stretching her wrists and thinking about what she would do as revenge. Until suddenly,
One of the guards jumped out at her from behind. He hid behind the door and somehow managed to avoid the poison.
Startled, Trix avoided her opponent's arms, thus escaping from his grip. And then she saw something that was a big problem for her. Outside the door, another group of guards gathered in front of the room. They must have stayed behind to set an ambush. There weren't too many of them, because there were five of them, but in this room she had neither escape route nor place to hide. They couldn't shoot at her without accidentally hitting the boss's son, but that didn't mean the fight would be easy for her.
The bodyguard she missed tried to grab her and pin her down again, and the rest joined in. Although she was physically stronger than them, their numbers caused problems. If it had been Fi, or maybe even Feli, they would have dealt with the problem quickly, but Trix was the weakest of the three in a fistfight.
She kicked one, pinned the other against the wall, seemed to be winning, until Asil got up from the chair and pointed his gun at her. He didn't care about his employees the way they cared about him, so he had no qualms about pulling the trigger. Fortunately, Trix noticed it in time and dodged the bullet. Unfortunately, at the same time she was kicked in the legs, lost her balance and fell to the floor, breaking one of the test tubes she had taken from Feli. She struggled kicking those who tried to grab her, but after a while all four of her limbs were caught and she found it difficult to move.
Trix - Damn! Let go!
She couldn't get out of their hands.
Asil - Ha ha ha! You see! And who's in charge now!?
Asil approached the immobilized girl. He had a crooked smile, as befits an evil enemy. He looked down at her with superiority.
Asil - Now what are you going to do with this whole "revenge plan"?!! You failed! Well done for getting this far though.
Trix - Eh... I could have told Feli to stay... but at least she gave me something else.
Asil - What are you muttering there?
Trix - See the liquid that's on the floor?
Asil - What about it?
He didn't know what the girl was getting at.
Trix - It's a potion, and I have another similar one in my hand.
They all looked at her hand and confirmed it. They knew from that moment that something bad was about to happen.
Trix - What do you think will happen if these two potions come together?
This sentence was a sign for everyone to run away. As soon as Asil felt threatened, he quickly stepped back against the wall.
Trix - Bye, bye, maybe I'll see you in the afterlife.
It was the second and last sign after which everyone quickly released her body and saved their lives, the two who were holding her legs ran out of the room through the door. Those holding her hands were closer to the other end of the wall where Asil was.
Trix immediately, after saying the last sentence, crushed the test tube in her hands, causing the contents to spill onto the floor, mixing with the potion that had spilled there earlier and,
and nothing happened.
Trix - It's a bit of a pity, but it's good that I survived.
She said quickly getting to her feet.
Asil - What? It was a bluff! Catch her!
Trix - Hihi. This time the threat is real.
She pulled another bomb out of her bag.
Trix - This one isn't smoky, nor does it have any poisonous gas in it. It's real. Boom!
With those words, she threw it towards Asil and the other two guards. Everyone immediately fell to the ground, covering their heads, and the bomb exploded as soon as it hit the ground.
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Fi couldn't move. If he did, Makio's head might have been riddled with holes from the guy standing next to her.
There were four more bodyguards in the room, although it would be more accurate to say "gorillas", not because they looked like that, but because they were big men who were full of strength. They all had guns pointed at the boy. They had quite a lot of time to prepare, after all, this whole wall-breaking thing took long enough for anyone to get bored, let alone prepare. You can even sympathize with Makio, who all this time had to stand with a gun aimed at her head.
Other than that, the office looked like an office. The furniture looked expensive and well made. The room was quite spacious. A massive desk stood near the back wall, with an expensive red armchair behind the desk. There were two comfortable looking chairs in front of the desk. Between these chairs and the door were two couches with a low table between them. Everything here was tidy and elegant.
Boss - You came here for that girl, didn't you? Who you are!?
Fi - I'm Fi.
He was silent for a moment after hearing this unexpectedly short answer.
Boss - .....So "Fi" what do you want?
Fi - .....Um...Well.....you said it yourself? I'm here for Kebamakio.
The boss made a slightly embarrassed face on his own account. But soon that expression faded and turned serious again.
Boss - .....I didn't expect three kids to do me so much damage, so to avoid more, how about a deal?
Fi - Deal?
Boss - Yes. I'll let your friend go, alive and unharmed, provided you stay where you are and take the bullet yourself. A refusal will mean that your friend will be killed immediately. What do you think?
In short, either he or Makio dies. The boy had no choice. Any move will make Makio die. He couldn't do anything but stand still.
Fi - So you'll just shoot me and then release Kebamakio?
Boss - Exactly.
Fi - I agree.
Boss - Heh, you're brave, you're not afraid of death. I'd love to see that attitude change to a cowardly one the moment before pulling the trigger. You,
He nodded to one of the gorillas.
Maki - No! Fi, don't listen! Save yourself!
Boss - Keep quiet if you don't want the deal broken!
His menacing voice shut her mouth. She didn't have the courage to object, but she was very worried about Fi and wished nothing would happen to him.
The indicated tall man came closer and aimed straight at the boy's head.
Gorilla - Last Words.
Fi - But these won't be my last words.
He replied simply, as if he didn't care at all.
Gorilla - ...As you wish.
He pulled the trigger and, thanks to the potions' power, a ball of water shot out at Fi with incredible speed.
The boy did not try to avoid it, he stood straight and motionless as he had been told. But, the part of the face where the drop was going turned black. Just like his hands before, now part of his face was wearing this strong armor.
And all this happened in the blink of an eye, so that no one present was able to see the black armor. They only saw the result.
The boy stood as he stood. Only a drop of water fell from his cheek to the ground.
Boss - What happened!? You can't aim at someone who's a meter away from you!?
Gorilla - No! I shot him, for sure!
Boss - If so, why is he still alive!? Shoot!
The man did as he was ordered. He pulled the trigger again, and a ball of water shot out of the pistol.
But the result was exactly the same. The boy was still standing and a drop of water fell from his cheek.
Fi - Hey! There was only supposed to be one! Now release the Kebamakio!
Boss - What!? No way!
Fi - How is that no way? You said if you shot a bullet at me you'd let her go, so let her go!
Boss - You were supposed to die!
Fi - Not at all! You said-
He stopped suddenly as the whole room shook.
And that's not all, apart from the quake, a crack appeared on the floor. It ran across the room, connecting to other cracks that had formed at the same time. The sound that was made as a result of their creation was extremely disturbing. And although everyone knew something was wrong, almost no one in the room had time to react. The floor immediately cracked and collapsed. They all fell down as they stood, feeling only fear. I mean, everyone was scared, even the "gorillas" with one exception, which was Fi, of course. The boy didn't feel any threat due to the collapsing floor and as soon as everyone turned their attention away from him, he jumped towards Makio trying to save her from the boss.
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Trix, right after throwing the bomb, backed up and jumped out of the room to avoid getting injured. There were two guards waiting for her, who also managed to escape, but she quickly took them down and turned around to see the state of the room.
Moments after the explosion, she heard the heavy sound of things collapsing. The ceiling of the room fell to the ground, making a noise like a bomb.
Along with the ceiling, people whom Trix did not expect fell down. In addition to a grown man who looked like he wasn't just a random guy, but someone important, a few other well-built and menacing-looking guys, Fi also fell down holding Makio in his arms. He was the only one to fall to his feet and keep his balance on the uneven ground.
Trix - Sorry! Fili! Are you OK? I had no idea you were upstairs!
Fi - No, I'm fine. And thanks, you helped me!
Makio - Trix? Are you here too?
The boy released Makio from his hands after leaving the dusty and broken room. The woman stood on shaky legs, still feeling the sudden fall.
Trix - Good to see you're okay. Your grandfather looked like the living dead when he talked about your kidnapping.
Maki - Is he okay? I passed out in the store, so I don't know if he made it out unhurt.
Trix - He didn't look too bad, he's probably fine.
Makio - Luckily
She sighed in relief, clutching her heart.
??? - Fuck! What happened!?
They heard a voice coming from a room whose ceiling had collapsed.
The boss came limping out, followed by three bodyguards who looked as if they were unharmed.
Gorilla - Boss! Your son is here!
The fourth stayed in the room and dug up under a pile of dust and rubble, the son of his employer. He was more or less whole. The ceiling collapsed mainly in the middle, so Asil avoided critical damage by hiding against the wall. However, he lost consciousness, and blood flowed from his ears, probably after hearing a loud explosion. The other two guards were in a similar state.
Boss - Khh!
He was so angry that he couldn't even utter words.
Boss - What are you waiting for!? Kill them!
He shouted to his bodyguards, who obediently obeyed. They still had their pistols in their hands, aiming them at the intruders.
Trix - Get down!
She grabbed Makio and sent her to the ground, dodging two shots.
And only two because the third was blocked by Fi. Before the gorilla could fire, Fi was beside him, and with a black hand slammed into his shoulder, breaking it. The man was strong, as befits the bodyguard of the biggest mafia in the city, so he did not show pain, although the suffering was certainly powerful.
The boy aimed his fist at the gorilla again, this time at the head. But the gorilla managed to dodge the blow. He didn't have the gun anymore because he dropped it from his broken hand. His other hand, on the other hand, was functional, and he tried to hit Fi with it. However, he miscalculated a bit in his strength and speed, because in those two respects he was far behind the boy who easily dodged the blow and landed his, which knocked him to the ground. And all this in just a few seconds.
After that, he defeated the rest of the bodyguards in a similar way, so the boss was left alone without any protection.
He chickened out. He backed up on slightly trembling legs, afraid to take any action.
It was hard for him to believe that a bunch of kids had been able to break into his base, defeat most of the guards, and get to him. And now that he had seen their power with his own eyes, it only made it more incredible.
Fi - This is for kidnapping Kabemakio.
He stepped forward, shifting his weight to his left leg, and hit the boss in the face with a straight punch. The boss flew backwards and ended up unconscious on the ground.
Trix - Well, it's over.
Fi - It was too easy.
Trix - Don't overdo it, if it was harder, something could have happened to Makio, right?
Makio - I don't know how you can say that it was too simple, ah .... you are amazing.
Her tail was still curled in fear, her fur was bristling, and her breathing was labored.
Fi - Hihi! Right!
He smiled happily.
Trix - And now we have to get out of here. Feli said there was a fire downstairs. By the way, haven't you met her, Fi? She went looking for you.
Fi - No.
Trix - Then go upstairs and find her.
Fi - ........ Upstairs again......
He was reluctant to climb the stairs a second time. His face screamed how much he didn't want to do this.
Fi - Only and exclusively because it is Felyy.
He convinced himself of the task, for his sister's sake, and ran up the stairwell.
Trix - Can you get up?
Makio - Yes.
Trix reached out to her and helped her up. Her ears were drooped and tucked down, but she no longer looked as scared as she had a few moments ago.
??? - What happened here?
They heard an unfamiliar voice and immediately turned to him. There stood a man with red scales and a lizard tail. He was wearing a police uniform. It was the same guy who had chased after Fi and Bunny the day before.
Trix - City Watch? ...All in all, we made a lot of noise.
She thought for a moment. It's impossible for someone from the outside not to notice that something is wrong. While the guns weren't all that loud, the bomb she used definitely spread farther than just inside the building. But for the guards to react so quickly?
Trix - As you can see, evil has been defeated and good has triumphed.
The girl pointed to the mobster and his bodyguards lying on the floor.
Guardian (Lizard) - ? Have any of you met Coin?
Trix - ? Yes...? I met him...wait... He said something about his brother being a guard...
Lizard - Yes, he told me what happened, but..... could only three races really do such damage?
He was talking not only about what he had just seen before his eyes, but also what he saw when he entered here. It was something that would be hard to do even with a whole squad of guards.
Trix - Haha! I'll take that as a compliment!
He was more likely to get an answer like "we have black belts in karate" or some other explanation for this improbable event, but he didn't press for an answer.
Lizard - And I heard that your friend was kidnapped...
Trix - Yes, there she is.
She pointed to a woman who was standing close to her.
Trix - And I have one request, sir.
She walked slowly towards the man.
Trix - I would be grateful if the guard would do everything in his power to keep the information about me and my friends secret.
Lizard - I don't remember having a reason to cover you.
Trix - How come!?
With her hand on her heart, she pretended to be greatly surprised, although she did it in such a way that her acting was immediately visible.
Trix - The news that you're revealing work information to your little brother won't help you, and guards should keep things like that to themselves, right?
Trix was standing right in front of him and only approached as if she wanted to show who's boss. Their heads were so close that someone who didn't know them might have been confused as to what they were talking about. But the man took a step back and sighed.
Lizard - I have no reason to cover for you, but I also have no reason to accuse you, after all, you just took down the most problematic organization in the whole city. I'll think of something to omit you and your friends from my report.
Trix - Thanx! You'll get a discount at the “Kiss Taste” Club if you come!
She gave him this proposal jokingly. It was obvious from the first glance that he wasn't the type to go to places like this.
Trix - I'm going and leave the rest to you, Mr. Honorable Guard!
She took Makio's hand and headed for the exit.
Makio - Go-goodbye.
She wasn't sure whether to say goodbye. During the descent, she couldn't help but marvel at how many guards her friends had managed to defeat.
Trix - Let's go straight to the old man, he must be dying of worry.
Makio - And Fi and Feli?
Trix - They'll be fine, don't worry about them.
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Feli - Filyy!? Filyy, where are you!?
She ran through the corridors looking for her brother.
Feli - Eh, I won't find him in that way... maybe I'll ask someone?
She thought for a moment and turned to the wall where the bodyguards lay.
Feli - Hey you.
She pointed to the only one who was conscious.
Feli - Where is Filyy?
Guard - Who?
Feli - Filyy!
Guard - Is that the boy with the black hair and the horn?
Feli - Yes, that's him! Where he is?
Guard - Why should I help you?
Feli - Em.... because if not.... I'll kick you?
Guard - I won't even tell you if you do.
Feli - Then what should I do to make you say?
Guard - Shoot yourself-
He paused and began to think about something.
The guard - this, I don't want to repeat it, he ran downstairs, to the second floor.
Feli - Thanks! And what floor is it?
Guard - Fourteenth.
Feli- Uh!? I was running so high!? All right, let's go!
She headed for the stairwell.
Guard - What the fuck is wrong with them?
He thought as he lay on the floor.
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Boy - Someone is running here.
Girl - Another guard, eh? However, it was good that there was this attack. Everything will be blamed on the intruders, so we don't have to hide.
Fi - Felyy! Felyy, where are you! You'd better be here 'cause I don't want to go any higher!
But instead of a guard, a boy appeared in front of them. They hadn't seen him before because he was in the boss's room, which had no mirrors.
Fi also noticed two strangers who didn't look like employees of the building. And because of that, he didn't know if he should attack them or not.
The girl, though short, was about the same age as Fi. She had a round and pleasant face. She had round green eyes and an animal nose. There are antlers sprouting from the left side of her head, the other one looks broken. She had a lion's tail ending in a chestnut shade of hair, just like her hair color on her head. Her fingertips, instead of nails, were tipped with sharp claws, like those of a lion. She wore black shorts, a neon green T-shirt and a white denim jacket.
The boy looked much more menacing. He was of the lizard race, and his entire body was covered with blue, hard-looking scales. Even instead of hair, he had blue, pointed scales. Behind him sprouted a lizard tail, decorated with a different type of scales. His eyes were menacing and he seemed serious. He was a well built young man who looked not much older than Fi. He was wearing black pants, a navy blue hooded sweatshirt, and a white t-shirt.
Girl - Doesn't look like a guard, do you think he's the accomplice of this untouched girl?
Boy - We'll see soon enough.
Girl - ? How? Hey! What do you want to do!?
The lizard-man approached Fi, grabbing a short stick, which immediately extended to almost two meters when pulled out.
Fi, not knowing what to do with them a moment ago, now, after this move, braced himself for battle. He felt no threat. Apart from Feli and Trix, he had never met anyone who could match him. So he jumped on his opponent, trying to knock him down with one blow to the head.
But it turned out he wasn't as fast as he thought. The stick held by the opponent blocked the boy's hit and then the tool went up and fell on his head.
Fi - Ouch! Hurts!?
The boy quickly jumped back, holding his head. And trying to process the information in his head, he came to only one conclusion.
Fi - You are strong!
Boy - Yes, I am. And now I'm testing your strength, so come on.
Confident in his abilities, he called him to continue the fight.
Fi - Hihi.
He smiled baring his teeth. He bent his legs at the knees and prepared to attack.
Fi - This will be fun.
After these words, he rushed to his opponent, he wanted to give him a simple punch in the stomach,
Fi - Doner kebab! - He called his blow.
Girl - ?
But the stick, held by the opponent with both hands, moved from right to left, trying to hit him. Fi jumped, doing a somersault in the air, touched the wall with his legs and, bouncing off it, flew at the lizard, trying to hit him with a right hook.
Fi - Iskender kebab!
Girl - ?
The lizard ducked and dodged. He moved to the right side allowing Fi to fall to the ground, but at the same time he prepared to attack the upper body, the stick flew at Fi with great force. Fi, however, did not lose his vigilance for a moment, only because he had to keep his balance when landing, he could not dodge, so he decided to counter the attack instead. Black armor appeared on his hand once again, which stopped the attack.
Boy - ?
It was unexpected even for the young man. He couldn't remember a race that would do such a thing, but that didn't stop him from attacking. After his attack was parried, instead of using his stick, he decided to kick Fi off and knock him to the ground while he was still crouching.
Fi noticed this and jumped back, and after regaining his balance, he again launched a simple attack towards the lizard's head. The lizard, just like before, decided to hit the boy from the side, but quickly regretted it. Fi used his punch as a bluff to provoke his opponent to make an attack, and while the enemy's hands were busy attacking, Fi jumped up above the swing of his stick and slammed his leg into the lizard's shoulder saying,
Fi - Lokma kebab!
Girl - ?
And it should be noted that although it was not visible, his leg was also black, wearing this incredibly strong black coating.
The lizard had no time to block the attack. And allowed himself to be hit. But contrary to Fi's expectations, nothing much happened to him. Even the black coating that was able to stop the bullets didn't do him any harm. His scales were definitely harder than those of an ordinary lizard-man.
Boy - It even hurt, not bad.
Fi - !?
Fi himself was impressed, neither Fela nor the Trix could withstand such a blow. But he didn't have much time to think about it, the young man immediately after receiving the blow, thrust his stick forward to hit Fi. The boy, as a result of surprise, barely avoided the attack. The lizard continued to attack, however, aiming at him from all sides, each attack difficult to dodge.
Fi was backing up, all the time crouching, jumping and somersaulting to avoid the attack. In an instant, he moved back enough that the enemy was too far away to launch an attack, so he took advantage of this and rushed forward. He bounced off the ground, touched the wall with his legs, did a somersault and wanted to kick the opponent in the head with his legs from above.
Fi - Kebab covered in sauce!
Girl - ? Do you really name your attacks? And in addition, the names of kebabs?
Fi - Yes! Because it's cool!
The lizard this time did not counter with a stick, but with his own fist. Fi's legs hit the lizard's hand, but they were unable to do anything to it. The lizard, however, stayed on its feet and pushed Fi with all his strength, so that he lost his balance in the air and fell to the ground.
He didn't even have time to get up, because as soon as he supported himself with his hands in order to get up, he was hit in the face with a stick.
Fi - Ouch!
From the attack he rolled a meter further and, keeping his distance, he wanted to get up quickly, but he failed again. He was hit in the shoulder and fell to the ground.
Fi - I won't lose!
He screamed and jumped to his feet, but before he could prepare for another attack, his head was attacked and he lost sight of his opponent's staff. Right after that, he felt a pain in his stomach as a lizard stabbed him with a stick, though no open wound was left.
Fi - Stop-
Fi had no way to even breathe, the attacks harassed him from all sides. He didn't know what to do, he'd never been in a situation like this before. No one had ever cornered him before, against the wall. Finally, having a moment to breathe, he quickly shook himself and tried to make sense of the situation, but it was then that he realized that there was no escape for him.
This constant attack was halted only to deliver the decisive blow. Fi saw a stick fly towards him from the right. It was a much stronger attack than the previous ones, but before he could react, the weapon was right in front of his eyes, and moments later he was sent flying. He flew through a large part of the corridor and rolled towards the end. He kept in contact with the world for a while, saw that someone was standing over him, but his eyes began to get dark and he fainted. He lost.
Girl - It's her, it's her we saw through the mirrors.
She announced when a blue-haired girl entered the corridor they were in.
Feli - Filyy?
She could hardly believe that her older brother had been defeated.
Feli - What have you done to him!
She got angry when she saw Fi's battered body and launched herself to attack. She was really fast by pushing off with her wings, even faster than Fi, but it wasn't enough.
The girl who did not take part in the fight ran in front of the lizard and dodging Fela's kick, made her fingers into a fist and hit Feli in the stomach from below. Then she jumped up and kicked the blue-haired girl in the arm with a spin.
Feli had to go to defense where she wasn't the best. She pushed back with her wings to gain enough distance for a counterattack, but the horned girl didn't give her that chance, even faster than Feli moved away, the girl ran up to her and hit her from below, on the underside of the head. It was an attack that often ends tragically in various sports, but the girl was able to carry it out so well that it ended only in a situation where Feli lost consciousness and fell to the ground.
Girl - Did you have to attack that one? We don't even know who they are.
Boy - But now we know they're not untouched.
Girl - That's what we assumed before. And what are we supposed to do with them!?
She pointed to two bodies lying on the floor.
Girl - Shall we leave them here like this? Or maybe take? It was better to bypass them and ask Viral what to do instead of going to action. I'll call her, she'll tell me what to do.
From her pocket she took a round, flat device that opened like a hand mirror. No image could be seen inside, only a crackling sound began to sound, and a moment later they heard a woman's voice.
Viral - What's up!? You screwed up something didn't you!? You definitely screwed something up! He, fatty, give me the fifty ter here! I won the bet!
Girl - You didn't win anything! We didn't screw up, we found these blueprints and we're going back!
Viral- What!? Oh no! You're always screwing things up.
Girl - Not us, only Liroy! And how can you expect anything to go wrong!? After all, you are our leader, you should at least hope that we will succeed!
Viral - Hope for you, I lost a long time ago.
Fatty - But you know, she's right. As a division leader, you should believe in the success of its members.
From the communications mirror came another voice, presumably the fat man's.
Viral - You're only on her side because you're getting my five ten now.
Fatty - Well said.
They heard the sound of some papers and then footsteps walking away.
Viral - But if you didn't screw up, why are you calling?
Girl - Because... there was a problem.
Viral - You! Fatty! Fatty, wait here! They screwed something up, give me back the five tens!
Girl - We didn't screw up! This is a problem beyond our control!
Viral - Then say it right away, and you don't give me hope of getting my money back! So what's going on?
Girl - You see...
She began to explain what exactly had happened in the building.
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Fi - ...
He felt himself sitting in a chair. He heard some talking and slowly opened his eyes. He looked around the room and saw four people. Feli, who was sleeping on the chair next to him. Standing with their backs to him, a girl and a boy, two faces he already knew and one unfamiliar woman who was facing him.
Viral - He woke up.
She said after looking at the boy. The rest turned around too.
The boy wasn't tied up. He could move as he wanted, but he stayed in the chair. He remembered what happened before he fainted. He was defeated by the boy behind the table, then fainted and he has no idea what happened after that.
Viral - You must be a little confused.
Fi - Oh, yes, I am. What is this place?
He looked around the small room. It was painted in dark colors. He was sitting on a chair, and next to him was another one where his sister was sleeping. There was a white table in front of it, and a woman was sitting on a chair behind it. She had a white mask on the right side of her face. Her ragged hair was tied up in a ponytail. She had gray and narrow eyes. It was hard to tell if she looked more menacing, meaner, or kinder. She was wearing a white T-shirt with a large turtleneck that reached down to her chin. She had a yellow scarf around her neck and wore a black jacket and black pants with one leg cut off.
Viral - I'll tell you when I know a little more about you. Do you want to wait until your friend wakes up or can we start?
The boy looked at the girl sleeping next to him.
Fi - Why should I wait?
He immediately pushed her, and her body fell limply from the chair.
Feli - Ermmm eh... what is this..... Filyy don't wake me up.........
She replied in a sleepy voice and, despite falling, went back to sleep.
Fi - Hey, don't fall asleep! We are kidnapped and now we have a mission to get out of here!
Feli - .... kid-napped.....?
She still spoke in a sleepy voice, almost out of touch with the world, but
Feli - ...mis-sion......
She repeated the word Fi had said earlier.
Feli - ...mission...kidnapped....Eh!?
Suddenly she jumped up from the floor and looked around the room.
Feli - We are kidnapped!?
Viral - I wish you wouldn't fall into your own wrong conclusions. We're not kidnappers, but since you did, you saw these two in action.
She pointed to the girl and the boy.
Viral - Then we had no choice but to invite you in.
Feli - So we're not kidnapped?
Fi, Feli - It's a pity....
Disappointed by broken dreams, they bowed their heads.
Viral - I don't know what's so cool about kidnapping, but I'm sorry we're not kidnappers.
She smiled though she didn't know why.
Viral - My name is Viral, the one here with the cute face is Raily and this scary dude is Liroy. What's your name?
Fi - Fi
Feli - Feli
They responded by pointing at themselves with their fingers.
Viral - I'd prefer your full name though, if that's okay.
Fi - Filis Solis
Feli - Felicia Solis
Viral - Same last name, does that mean you are siblings?
Fi, Feli - Yes.
They answered in chorus.
Viral - Fi, Feli, I'm going to ask you the most important question- she paused - what are you doing?
She paused in asking a question and turned to Liroy, who lit a lamp and aimed it at the eyes of the two interrogators.
Liroy - After all, whenever a detective interrogates a suspect, he turns on a light in his face.
Viral - I'm neither a detective nor they are suspects, turn it off.
Liroy - Eh.
He turned off the lamp and the light no longer hurt the siblings in the eyes, but,
Fi - Leave it!
Feli - Yes! It was cool, like in a real comic book!
Fi, Feli - Light! Light! Light! Light!
They chanted, pounding their fists on the table in their displeasure to bring back the light that was hurting their eyes.
Viral and Raily looked at each other with an embarrassed expression, the only ones who didn't understand what's so cool about it.
Viral - If you want, turn on the light.
Liroy turned the light back on.
Fi, Feli, Liroy - Uhm!
All three nodded in agreement that this was how interrogations should be.
Viral - And moving on to the question, how do you know about injections?
Fi, Feli - ?
They didn't know what to answer, as if they didn't understand the question.
Viral - I think I phrased the question wrong.... So maybe differently, do you know what effect injections cause? I'm talking about the ones you have to take every week.
Fi - Em... It probably saved from dust....
Feli - Well, that they were getting rid of poison or something....
Viral - ?
It wasn't the answer she expected, but she continued.
Viral - Do you believe it?
Fi - ...I guess so...
Feli- Uhm, me too.
Viral - Do you take these injections yourself?
Fi - No.
Feli - Kind of.
Viral - Kind of?
Feli - Well, kind of, Because I have an artificial arm and I give this artificial arm to give this injection, and I don't take it myself.
Viral - I noticed you don't have a right arm... but let's leave that for another time. You say neither of you took an injection into your own body, right?
Fi, Feli - Yes.
Viral - Then why are you still alive? Why aren't you sick, even though nothing protects you from dust poison?
Fi - We are lucky?
Feli - I know because we are strong!
Fi - Yeah, we're stronger than the rest, that's probably why.
Viral - Hah... All in all, you're not too far wrong. Indeed, you are stronger than others, but that does not protect you from the poison.
Feli - No? But there's nothing wrong with us.
Viral - This is because this poison does not exist.
Fi and Feli were stunned to learn that the poison for which the entire population had to take weekly injections did not exist. However, they didn't speak, so Viral continued.
Viral - Apart from clogging the airways, dust does no more damage when inhaled. Although it gives opportunities. Above-average opportunities. Are you keeping up?
Feli - Yes, but if this dust is not poisonous, why does everyone take injections?
Viral - That's what I was about to come to. Injections don't block the poison, which doesn't exist anyway, they block physical development. It is not known how, but with the appearance of dust, the races became much stronger. Physical fitness has been taken to a whole new level. However, those in power feared that developing power in common people would make them harder to control. As a result, injections were created to inhibit the growth of strength so that everyone would remain weak.
Fi - So... we're strong because we don't take the shot?
Viral - Exactly.
Feli - Ooooh...that makes sense...So if we tell everyone not to take the injection, will they all be so strong?
Raily - No, it won't work.
A short girl joined the conversation.
Raily - In addition to the serum that inhibits the growth of strength, there is also an addictive elixir in the injections. The moment someone goes off an injection for more than a week, they will start to feel the lack of it and the desire to get it. It's commonly said that it's because of the poison. The body feels it's being attacked and it's dying, so it wants the drug, but that's just a hoax made up by those at the top. Coming to the point, the moment everyone stops taking the "drug" they start to run out of it. Everyone will suffer, and those mentally weaker will most likely not be able to withstand the lack of it and there would be mass suicides. Once someone takes it, there's no stopping it.
Fi - .....let's say I understood...
Feli - Uhm…
The minds of these two are not used to working in high gear, but they more or less understood what Raily meant.
Viral - Knowing this, I will ask you another question, why don't you take injections.
Fi - Mom said they were bad.
Feli - Yes, that's what she said.
Viral - Mom? Who is she?
Fi - Mom.
Viral - What else?
Fi - Em.... She has black hair and wings and horns-
Viral - It wasn't the looks I meant-
Liroy - Sorry to interrupt, but I'm just curious. What race are you from? I've never heard of anyone who could turn their body part black.
Viral-!? Turn your body part black!? Can you do it?
The woman looked shocked at this information, as if she knew something about it.
Fi - Yes.
He stretched his hand up and showed in front of everyone how his hand turned charcoal black. Suddenly, Viral grabbed his hand and pulled him to her. She examined it closely and looked at Fi again.
Viral - Who are your parents?
She asked with great seriousness, as if it was something very important.
Feli - And mine too! We are siblings!
Viral - Can you do the same as him?
Feli - No. Filiś probably took it from his dad, and we have different dads.
Fi - Yes, our mom is the same mom, but we have different dads, but we don't know them.
Feli - Uhm - She nodded - We've never met them.
Viral - You don't know your fathers, but could your mother do such a thing?
Fi - I don't think so, or at least I've never seen her do it.
Feli - I don't think so either.
Viral - And where is she now?
Feli - She's gone.
Viral - Where?
Fi - We don't know. Garef said mom went for a very long drive and probably wouldn't be coming back, but she said maybe we'd meet her again sometime.
Viral - ......Tell me... how old were you when this "Garef" told you about it?
Fi - 7
Feli - 6
Viral - Em... How can I tell you this.... If a close family member dies, most often young children are told that they went on a long trip or something to gently tell the child about the death.
Feli - Mom is dead?
Viral - Yes, that's what I'm saying.
Fi - Mom is dead....
Their expressions instantly turned sad.
Fi, Feli - Mom is dead! Whah!!!
They started crying like little children.
Raily - I'm supposed to be sorry but... how could you not understand that your mother is dead!? When you were kids it was ok, but now!?
Fi - Well, because….... because…... Wwah!!!!
He couldn't say anything.
Feli - It's... it's because....Waah!!...Wwaaa!!...
She too was busy crying.
And they cried like that for a good few minutes until they slowly calmed down.
Fi - But... but it's... In the end... it won't change anything anyway. Because if she's not there, she just won't be.
He stopped crying and just looked at the ground thinking.
Feli - Well... there will be no difference....
She followed her brother and, like him, began to wonder if this was really a reason to cry. After all, they've been gone for ten years anyway, so it's not really going to change.
Viral - Can we continue?
She asked after noticing that they both calmed down and stopped crying.
Fi, Feli - Yes.
Viral - I'm sorry for your loss, but can you tell me who she was? Did she have any connections? What kind of job did she have?
Fi - I don't know anything about her friends, but I do know she was a prostitute.
Viral - A prostitute... I get it, it more or less makes sense. If that's true, then I have no reason to suspect you.
She looked at Fi as if trying to confirm what she had just said.
Viral - Fi, don't show anyone that you can turn your skin black.
Fi - What? Why?
Viral - The reason is not important, don't use it unless you have no choice, understand?
Fi - No, why should I listen to you- [DUM!]
He was startled by the sudden noise. Viral just hit the table very hard. Her eye looked as menacing as never before, and she had a terrifying aura around her.
Viral - Don't show this to anyone, okay?
Fi- Okay.
Frightened by the terrible lady, he immediately agreed.
Viral - So then, don't you know why your mother told you not to take injections?
Fi, Feli - No.
Viral - I see, so let's get to the last thing. Aren't you curious who we are?
Fi- Very!
Feli - Are you some kind of super heroes who fight evil?
Viral - We are far from it, but you can really say that we are fighting evil. We are rebels fighting those who rule this world, or at least a large part of it. And there are many more of us than you think. There are many cities that belong to the rebels and there are many thousands of races who know everything. Your strength is not exceptional by comparison. There are many who are at your level, so if you feel special because of your abilities, know that they are not. Don't expect everything to be easy for you.
Raily - Not nice.
Viral - But that's the truth. You are not unique in your strength... yet.
Fi - Yet?
Viral - I have suggestions for you. How about joining us?
Raily - Viral?! But we can't drag them into these things! We just had to check if we could trust them and if they wouldn't talk about us!
Viral - Oh, shut up! I'm the division leader and I've decided I want them in the group.
Raily - Do you think the bosses will allow it?
Viral - They'll let me do anything, now shut up and let me talk!
The girl fell silent, but she was clearly dissatisfied with such an idea.
Viral - We call those who take the injections untouched because they have not been touched by the effects of the dust. They are easy to distinguish from those who have been endowed with extraordinary strength. Especially if they themselves show their extraordinary strength. What you did today may have attracted the attention of undesirable people. If they find out that you didn't take the injections, they will want to eliminate you so that you don't start any rumors and rebellion as a result. I'm not saying it will happen, but it's highly possible. That's why I have a proposition for you. What if you join us? I say right away, it will be just as dangerous, no, go back, it will be even more dangerous than staying here. We are the C-43 division codename "mask", our tasks include operating in the field, where we constantly expose ourselves to danger. We can die at any moment. Would you still consider joining us?
Fi - Will they shoot at us?
Viral - Yes.
Feli - Will it be dangerous?
Viral - Yes
They looked at each other as if they wordlessly wanted to agree between themselves.
Viral - If you want more time-
Fi, Feli - Of course! WE ARE INTO IT!!!
They jumped up from their chairs, holding up their hands with clenched fists.
Arc 1
THE END |
***
C
herflammen***
Amidst the swirling sands and the aimless winds that blew all over the dead world that was once home to the demon people, a dark figure stood. On his hand was a gladius, and his body wrapped in a set of broken
lorica segmentata
armor, barely clinging on its last strings. He never breathe, for gods didn’t even need air. And on his head was a prominent bullet hole, inflicted on him by his unlikely enemy, now resting, buried under the desert sands of the old demon realm.
“…”
Anger never left Gaius’ heart, even after he had shed his mortality. Those people who had wronged him still linger in his restless mind; those who betrayed him, those who worked to frustrate his plans, and those who gleefully watched him suffer. Now that he was immortal once again, he swore to his heart that he would repay the traitors in full.
Starting with that otherworlder…
Never letting go of his gladius, Gaius dug into the surrounding sands. Although his god-powers had left him long ago, his newfound immortality allowed him to bide his time. Even if it took him forever to search for Kuro’s body, it won’t matter.
They are forever trapped in this realm, anyway.
Gaius, fueled by his rage and misery, moved mountains of sand, armed only with his gladius and scooping it away with his broken armor. It was a long, arduous task, and soon, his surroundings changed as he overturned every nook and cranny of that region in the cold desert. Nevertheless, the former god of Chersea didn’t stop to rest, and kept on digging.
And then…
“!!!”
When his gladius hit something hard under the sand, Gaius knew he had found what he was searching for. Although it was dark, having consumed Cherflammen’s light long ago, the former deity’s eyes had adjusted to this limitation. He only had to feel his way through the loose soil to confirm his hunches if his sight failed him. Removing the sand seemed to take forever, but it wasn’t long before the frozen body of the otherworlder came to his view.
Greg ‘Kuro’ Santos. The Hero of Arles. The Rock of Chersea. The King of Cherwind. The Special Scholar of Cherflammen.
For someone who harbored no ambitions, this man sure attained more than what others desired, Gaius thought to himself. And this was his end…a frozen corpse in the land that wasn’t even his own, abandoned by those people who professed their love for him.
Gaius couldn’t help but smirk. The similarity between them was uncanny, yet he was still alive and the
otherworlder,
dead.
“This makes us different, Kuro,” the former god muttered. “Ambition is what keeps me alive. Now, where has your love and loyalty taken you? Having fun in your sandy, freezing grave?”
Gaius let out a laugh, though it was out of spite. But of course, even with all the insults he hurled at the dead man, the corpse would never respond, making his efforts to taunt and ridicule Kuro a futile—if not foolish—act.
And honestly, holding himself triumphant over a dead body, and being a prisoner in this dark, desolate world, hurt Gaius the more he thinks about it.
“…”
So he stopped at his gleeful celebration. In this non-escapable prison he was in, his life as a mortal, or immortal, was meaningless. No matter how far he traveled, or dig down, the truth would remain that he was already at the end of his luck.
He may have escaped eternal condemnation to hell by becoming Chersea’s god after his assassination. He may have averted being relegated to Chersea’s history by choosing a mortal life, after his downfall by Cassandra’s David hand…
“…”
…but he knows he can’t do something about his current situation. After all, the Saints cut him off from the rest of the other worlds.
“…”
“Such a poor, pathetic existence!”
The Roman was taken aback when a voice spoke close to his ears. He pointed his gladius towards where he heard its speaker.
“Who goes there?”
“I love watching you suffer!”
In the middle of the darkness, the image of his former wife, the Lady Arame emerged.
“Y-You! You are dead!”
“And you’re just clinging to your miserable life! Look at you! Desperate. Desecrating an enemy’s corpse out of spite!”
“Silence!”
Gaius waved his sword at her, and the apparition of the Seductress faded, along with a laugh insulting him.
However, his suffering isn’t over just yet…
The former god looked around his dark surroundings. From a distance, he could see the figure of his old enemies…especially that traitor, Marcus Junius Brutus, still clutching the dagger that was used to murder him. Brutus stared at Gaius; a smirk formed on the apparition’s lips, mocking the Roman. (1)
“Curse you! Brutus! I’m a god, and you’re nothing! How dare you insult me!”
Gaius attacked the apparition, despite knowing that his eyes were playing tricks on him. In his mind, Gaius wanted to destroy his enemies, even if it’s just a dream. So, the form of Brutus and the other senators from that fateful day in March disappeared. However…
“How does it feel to be betrayed, Gaius Julius Caesar?”
“!!!”
The former god turned and was horrified to see an even older enemy, the Gaul king, Vercingetorix, standing behind him. The marks of how the barbarian ruler died could still be seen on his twisted neck, but his eyes—as fierce as the day he surrendered to him—glared at the Roman. (2)
“Y-You…”
Gaius fell to his feet from terror.
“You’re not to be trusted. You’re a failure of a man, driven blind by his narcissism and ambition! You deserve your miserable fate, trapped in this accursed land forever!”
“N-No…”
the Roman covered his ears and repeatedly shouted ‘no’ to drown his enemy’s words. But Vercingetorix’ voice went past his hands, echoing in his head. When everything was too much to bear, he grabbed his sword and threw it on the apparition.
At once, the barbarian king vanished.
“…”
Yet, bitterness and anger remained in Gaius’ heart. He could only curse himself, as there was no one else to blame for his failures. Gaius may had been the god of Chersea before, but he was now a shadow of his great self, cursed to suffer in the darkness, and to lord over the dead realm.
“…”
And so, without other ways to lash out his frustrations, Gaius picked up his gladius once again and dragged himself over Kuro’s corpse. A few moments passed with him staring at his dead enemy, whose eyes looked up to the dark Cherflammen skies, and the former god raised his weapon…
“!!!”
…then swung it down, slicing through Kuro’s neck.
Author's Note: 1) Marcus Junius Brutus is a Roman politician and one of Julius Caesar's closest friends, as well as his most famous assassin. It is said that this is because, Brutus' motivation in killing Caesar lies in his belief in the Roman Republic's ideals, in contrast to his other co-conspirators, who wanted the Roman hero dead out of hatred and envy for his achievements.
2) Vercingetorix is a Gaul tribal chieftain and king, famous for being Julius Caesar's nemesis during his Gallic campaigns. He is the leader of the Gauls who resisted him during the Battle of Alesia, where he eventually surrendered to the Roman willingly. However, after six years, Caesar had him executed through the garotte. |
Trix opened an old drawer where she kept all sorts of bombs she had made.
'Trix' - Eh... The last two - she picked up two spherical objects - I shouldn't have relied on them so much. Overnight I'll try to make a few new ones, what colors to choose for smoke... blue... pink... or maybe some new?
She put the bombs back in the cupboard and walked over to the desk where many small metal objects lay; wires, cables, connectors and elixirs.
She sat down in a slightly worn but comfortable chair and began to work.
"Tum, tum"
She heard the noise of people walking. She quickly recognized that they were two people walking down the corridor on the floor where her apartment was located.
'Trix' - Isn't it Fi and Feli? - Curious, she got up from the desk.
She walked over to the front door and swung it open.
'Trix' - You are here!
She saw her friends behind the door.
'Trix' - What took you so long? - She crossed her arms as she waited for an answer.
'Fi' - Em.... because.... - He had no idea for an excuse.
In their minds, the siblings remembered Viral's words of farewell [Not a word about us, our organization, and our intentions! Tell even one person and I'll make sure you don't recognize your own face!] The woman said it in a tone so terrible that siblings will remember her words for the rest of their lives.
Therefore, they wanted to hide from the Trix where they were and what they had learned.
'Feli' - We got hungry and went to eat something.
When she lied, she made a habit of never looking anyone in the eye; she was always looking at the floor, which is why Trix recognized very easily that it was just a hoax, but she continued anyway.
'Trix' - So you're saying you went out to eat and ate until - She looked back to see a device on the windowsill that served as a clock* - 11 pm? So long?
*This device, although it served as a clock, looked completely different. The device was shaped like a standing bottle. There were lines carved on the bottle to indicate the time of day. Inside the bottle there was a liquid that, depending on the hour, increased and decreased in volume, matching the designated lines and determining the time of day. The potion inside is called the time of day potion, it is one of the most common and cheapest potions.
'Feli' - Well, because... first we were looking for something good for a long time, and then... - She continued to look at the ground, lying.
'Fi' 'And then we just walked around town - He finished after his sister.
'Trix' - Oh.. right? - She didn't believe them one bit - If you don't want to say it, I won't insist, but we'll go to Makio's tomorrow, you don't even know how worried she was that you weren't coming back for so long.
'Feli' - Sure.
'Fi' - No problem - They answered without any reservations - By the way, did you know that mum died? - He changed the subject.
'Trix' - Mom? You mean Aunt Luna? - Fi and Feli nodded - Of course I knew, Garef told us all.
'Fi' - She said she left, not died - he corrected her.
'Trix' - And all this time you thought that she went on a journey? - The siblings nodded their heads - Pff, hahaha! ha ha! ha ha! - She laughed so much that she began to cringe from the pain in her stomach, and tears began to fall from her eyes - I can't! You are such idiots! Hahaha!
'Feli' - Hey, that's not funny! We cried over it recently! - She was outraged by her behavior.
'Trix' - No, it's fucking funny!!! ha ha! Ah... - She managed to suppress the urge to laugh - At least now I know why you didn't cry when Garef told us about her death, I thought you were either too young to understand or insensitive.
'Fi' - Yeah... that explains why you cried so much back then... - He agreed with Trix.
The one-eyed girl was breathing heavily after laughing so hard.
'Trix' - You thought she went on a trip, pfff hahahahahahahah!!! - But she couldn't help herself - Hahahahaha!!! Hahahaha idiots!!
'Feli' - Maybe we'll ignore her and go to the room - She asked slightly embarrassed and ashamed.
'Fi' - I thought the same thing.
Agreeing with each other, they left, leaving Trix bursting with laughter alone, and entered their apartment.
'Fi' - And it spoiled my mood even more than Viral.
'Feli' - No, Viral was worse, how could she tell us that we have to wait one day and think about it anyway!? After all, we're sure we want to join!
She referred to what happened after the two shouted their desire to participate in the operation. Viral, despite their involvement, rejected their consent and ordered that they have one day to think about the proposal. And because of this, the next day they will only think about what fun adventures they could have if they just started this amazing job right away.
'Fi' - No, Trix is worse though, and one day of waiting is... nothing at all. - He disagreed with his sister.
'Feli' - No, Viral worse.
'Fi' - No, Trix.
'Feli' - Viral.
'Fi' - Trix.
'Feli' - Viral.
'Fi' - Trix.
'Feli' - Viral.
'Fi' - Okay! Let's compromise! They're just as bad.
'Feli' - .... I can agree, they are just as bad - She shook his hand in agreement, and they shook hands vigorously.
After a short argument, the boy approached one of the cabinets in the room. The one Feli had knocked down the day before when they were playing with the water guns. After a huge bang caused by the collapse of the cupboard, Garef came to their apartment and yelled at them, she also took one of the objects lying on the ground in her hand. Exactly for the same object Fi just held out his hand. It was a frame with a picture showing their family. In the picture was little Feli, little Fi and their mother. A pretty woman with jet-black, not too long hair, black wings and two large horns growing from her skull. She had a slightly round face like her children, and just like her children she looked a little silly.
'Feli' - It's a pity that I broke the frame - she looked at the object held by her brother.
It shattered when the entire cabinet was knocked to the ground.
'Fi' - Nothing happened, the picture is whole - He pushed the broken glass away from the picture - It's a pity that this is the last picture we have with our mum.
'Feli' - Uhm - She agreed with her brother, slightly sad - But at least one left!
She wanted to look optimistic, so she smiled and put her arm around her brother.
*****
They both thought about the memories they had left of her. About the times they spent together.
'Luna' - Come on, go to sleep.
'Fi' - Eeeeeee, but I don't want to yet!
'Feli' - I don't wand to!
Their mother was a very pretty young woman. She always had a nice, warm smile on her face. She seemed to love her 5 and 4 year old children.
'Luna' - There's no "I don't want to" - she barred them with her finger - It's late so go to bed and if you do it within 5 seconds I'll read you something.
'Fi' - No! - He still disagreed.
'Feli' - Eh? But... - The younger sister clearly wanted to hear the story from the book, however, she did not want to argue with her brother.
'Luna' - Five - She began the countdown.
'Feli' - Filyy, maybe let's go... - she wanted to convince her brother.
'Fi' - No!
'Luna' - Four, three...
'Feli' - But I wand to... uhm, uhm... - Her voice took on a desperate note, slowly turning into a cry.
Tired after a long day, she couldn't control her emotions and started to cry.
'Feli' - Włah!!! Wha!! Wa...!
'Luna' - Oh no! Have I done something wrong again!? - She panicked for a moment, but recovered quickly and crouched down beside her daughter to comfort her. - Come on, come on. Do not Cry. We'll go to bed in a moment and I'll read you a book. She had a nice voice.
She hugged her, lifted her, and carried her to the couch. They were a poor family. Their apartment had only two rooms; a bathroom and a living room with a kitchenette. The three of them slept on the same couch, even now Fi and Feli share the same old couch.
Luna laid Feli on the sofa, propped her up against the pillow and covered her with the duvet.
'Luna' - You see, we're about to read something.
'Feli' - Eh, eh.... She wiped her eyes wet with tears and slowly fell silent.
Beside her, little Fi slipped under the covers. Not wanting his sister to cry any more, he gave in and decided to go to sleep too.
The woman, looking for books, saw Fi hugging her little sister out of the corner of her eye and smiled at the sweet sight.
'Luna' - So what are we reading today? "Dog Saves the World", "Little Sorceress", "Robo-Hero" - She stopped because the children started chanting,
'Fi, Feli' - Robo-hero, Robo-hero, Robo-hero!
'Luna' - Again? We read it yesterday and the day before.
'Fi' - Because it's the best!
'Feli' - The pest! - She repeated after her brother.
'Luna' - Okay, if that's what you want.
She climbed into the bed between Fi and Feli so that each of them could see the pictures in the comic. After making sure they could see everything, she started reading the dialogues in the speech bubbles while pointing to the characters who were saying the dialogues.
Soon after, the siblings fell asleep. Luna kissed both foreheads and left the couch to turn off the light.
'Luna' - And hop, and to work.
Putting on her shoes, she left the apartment and headed for the club where she worked.
*********************************
'Raily' - Viral, that black armor Fi was wearing, you know something about it, don't you? - She asked after Fi and Feli had left.
They stood in the corridor outside the exit, alone. Only Viral, Raily and Liroy.
'Viral' - Maybe I know, maybe I don't know. Let's leave that for another time.
'Raily' - I've heard rumors that maerens are able to cover their bodies with armor, but...
'Viral' - And, she goes on... - She said to herself.
'Raily' - Could he be one of them?
She stood in front of Viral and waited for a detailed answer. However, she shook her head, sighed, stared from the ceiling to the wall, unwilling to answer.
'Liroy' - Maerens? You're talking about the race that, along with the long-lived elves, took over most of the world? - He joined the conversation.
'Raily' - Ah, you don't know about them yet?
She turned to him and gave him a slightly disdainful look.
'Liroy' - I'm still learning about everything.
'Raily' - Yes, we're talking about them. Now, answer me Viral. She said in an almost commanding tone.
'Viral' - Don't even think you'll be ordering me around. You shouldn't worry about it, it's nothing that important." Without answering the question asked, Viral brushed Raily and Liroy off with a wave of her hand.
She passed between the disgruntled two and disappeared around a bend.
'Raily' - She could trust us more - She gave Liroy a wry look - Or at least me - She corrected herself.
*********************************
He felt something touching his mouth. Stronger and stronger. After a while, he felt a mysterious thing slowly enter his mouth, disturbing his deep sleep. His brain began to contact the world. He moved his hand, frozen after deep sleep. He opened his sleepy eyes and began to search indistinctly for what had awakened him. He saw something cream-colored near his mouth, though he wasn't sure of the color as the room was still dim. His pupils dilated, the image he saw before his eyes became clearer. He saw a tiny finger. Next to that finger was a second, third, fourth, and fifth. Each covered with hard fingernails. They were connected to a long hand.
One sec. What long hand? What tiny fingers!? It's a foot!
'Fi' - Blah! Yuck! - Suddenly he sprang up from the lying position and began to wipe his mouth with his hand - How could you, Felyy.
The toes he had just had in his mouth belonged to his younger sister. She slept with her head on the other side of the couch, though she lay down in the same position as Fi. She was known for her deep sleep, which not even a bomb blast could awaken, so she didn't react at all to Fi's exclamations of disgust.
'Fi' - You'll regret it.
Still disgusted, he moved closer to her head, lifted his leg, and placed his heel against her mouth. He began to touch all the corners of her mouth, as if he was smearing some cream there with his heel.
After a while, like Fi, Feli began to wake up. Slowly, she opened her eyes, caught the focus of the image, noticed what was really touching her lips, and in disgust started to sit up.
'Feli' - Blah yuck! - She wiped her mouth with her hand - Why did you do that!?
'Fi' - Because you did it to me first! Even though you don't realize...
'Feli' - How could you... - She said angrily.
She slowly got up and sat on her lap. Walking on all fours on the couch, she approached her brother.
'Fi' - What do you want to do? - He asked when she was close enough to touch him.
'Feli' - This!
Suddenly she lunged at him and her fingers touched the side of his stomach.
'Fi' - Pff, hahaha. Stop it!
Feli began tickling him mercilessly. She poked her brother in the stomach, touched a tender spot on his neck, and continued poking at his tender spots again.
'Fi' - Stop it, wait a minute hahaha stop!!! Hahaha!
Suddenly, after undergoing this cruel torture, he managed to grab her hand and stop her killing finger.
'Fi' - My turn!
As soon as he grabbed her hand, he shot one of his own fingers and touched her belly
Feli - Hahaha! Oh no! Stop! Stop!
The roles were reversed and it was Fi who was torturing Feli with constant tickling. Finally, Feli rolled onto her side, avoiding the tickles, and lunged at Fi again, grabbing his shirt and knocking him off the couch to the floor. However, barely feeling the inheritance, Fi did not give up and used the situation with his sister lying on top of him to inflict even more torture on her.
One by one they touched each other's glistening spots, laughing every now and then.
"Thum, thum, thum"
Suddenly they stopped their fun, because they heard the heavy sounds of the monster's footsteps.
They immediately made up with each other, as if all that tickling action hadn't taken place, and as quickly as they could, they opened the only window that was in their apartment and jumped out. First Feli jumped out, stopping in the air, pushing off with her wings, then Fi jumped out, grabbing onto her hand.
And holding her brother, Feli flew to the balcony of the upper floor. They climbed on it and hid there from the monster.
They heard the door to their apartment suddenly open. And from outside there was a terrible roar.
'Garef' - Where are you brats!? What's on your mind to make a noise so early!?
She entered their apartment but did not find them. The bed was empty. The bathroom was empty. She looked out the window and didn't see them either. At the same time, Fi and Feli were holding back laughter on the upper-story balcony. They found the situation hilarious.
After a while, the monster gave up the search. With a sigh, he turned to the door. The siblings heard the sound of the gate closing.
They breathed a sigh of relief, laughing a little.
'Feli' - So we're coming back? - She asked a minute later.
Together they flew down to the open window. They entered through it and stood in a dark room.
Dark but not empty. There was something here that terrified the siblings. The monster they thought they had hidden from was still in their room.
'Garef' - So!? What do you have to say to me! - She said menacingly.
The siblings stood frozen, both afraid of the big monster, but it wasn't long before they could move again.
Bravely, Fi put one foot forward.
'Fi' - What do we have to say? - He smiled and put his hand to his forehead as if saluting - Adios!
Immediately, he turned and ran to the window. Behind him, Feli did the same, prepared from the beginning for what her brother intended. Both of them, not being caught by the monster lurking behind them, jumped out of the window and landed easily on the hard concrete.
Their escape from the apartment was successful.
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He was screwed. It doesn't matter that he is considered the hero who got rid of the biggest gang in the city. His superiors, who secretly made deals with the gang, thus earning a substantial amount of money, were not happy that such an opportunity to earn money was taken away from them.
Bernar, a red-scaled lizardman in his twenties and Coin's older brother, was standing in front of the commander sitting behind a large desk.
'Bernar' - I was already at the publishing house doing an interview. You can't fire me if the public thinks I'm a hero.
'Commander' - Tsk - He looked displeased, knowing that Bernar was right - Not only can't I fire you, but I also have to give you a higher position. You're pissing me off. I've warned you so many times not to poke your nose into things that aren't yours, but you're still yours, and you've succeeded. You've been pretty lucky. Now, will you finally tell me who else was there? According to eyewitness accounts, there were 5 other people there. A one-armed succubus girl, a boy with a horn who is supposed to be her brother, a cyclope-like girl, a lion girl with antlers, and a blue-scaled lizard. We have at least several dozen succubi in the city. One even matches the description except that Felicia Solis is an only child and has both hands. The rest are not on any list. We visited a club where a Cyclops-like girl supposedly worked, but she is not listed as an employee. No one admitted to knowing someone like that. We're unable to find them, so will you tell me who they are?
'Bernar' - [I'd like to know that myself] - He thought - I was there alone and I didn't meet anyone similar to the description, how many times do I have to explain it?
Commander - Until you tell the truth! You'll see, as soon as this case dies down and everyone forgets about you, I'll fire you right away. Really, who did you go after because it certainly wasn't your father!
'Bernar' - He's not my father and don't you dare call him that! - He got angry quickly.
"Knock Knock"
There was a knock on the door, interrupting the brawl that was beginning.
'Commander' - Come in.
A young and slightly lost-looking guard entered through the door.
'Guard' - There's a case for the sergeant- - He paused in the middle of a sentence - I mean, for the detective Bernar. The press came to take pictures of you.
He's had a lot of work since yesterday. And by upgrading from sergeant to detective, there will only be more work to do.
'Bernar' - A lot of it... - he said to himself - Boss, if you're going to fire me, right after the case is silent, I'll make sure it never be silent - With these words, without saying goodbye, he left the chief commissioner's office.
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'Fi' - I'm sooo tired - He said, yawning.
'Feli' - Me more.
'Fi' - No, me - they both began to argue in a sleepy voice.
'Feli' - No, me.
'Trix' - Did you stay up all night too? - They heard a voice coming from behind the opening door.
Trix entered the fast food, where Fi and Feli were already waiting for her. The restaurant was empty, only the three of them and two employees were sitting there.
'Makio' - And yet, I knew! You must have done something to yourself when you saved me. You all just pretended you were okay! - She felt guilty for their tiredness.
'Fi' - No Kebamakio, me and Feli got up early in the morning and made some noise, so Garef came to us and we had to run. And when we came home an hour later, she had been sleeping on our couch, so we couldn't come back, and we walked around the city all the time.
'Feli' - Yeah, that's what it was. Garef is terrible to chase us away while we're still in our pajamas. - Her cheeks tightened in displeasure.
'Trix' - So you guys are responsible for the noise this morning... I stayed up all night because I was making new bombs. And so I sat with it until the morning and did not sleep at all.
'Makio' - Ah, so that's it. So it's not my fault after all - She breathed a sigh of relief - But listen, you can't overwork yourself like that.
'Fi, Feli, Trix' - Yes - they answered in chorus.
'Kebamister' - Ready!
The older man, who had been preparing something in the kitchen, now placed three plates on the counter. Each plate had a paper-wrapped kebab on it.
'Makio' - I will carry it!
The girl walked over to the counter and picked up three plates at once. She easily carried them to the only customers in the place and placed the plates on the table.
'Makio' - It's at the expense of the company - She said with a smile, but it quickly disappeared from her face and took on a sadder expression - I'm sorry I can't give you more, you saved my life after all...
'Feli' - There's nothing better than a free kebab! - She said honestly.
'Fi' - Exactly! - He agreed with his sister and reached for the food she had brought.
'Makio' - Yes... - She said quietly, smiling slightly at these disinterested comments.
In the morning the place was empty. The only noise in the room was from Fi, Feli, Trix and the staff. They chatted a little while laughing. The tiredness on the faces seemed to evaporate and only warm smiles remained.
Then two new customers entered the room. They were both covered in red scales, one less, the other more. One of them, bigger and more muscular, seemed to be about 25 years old, while the other looked like he was about to hit his twenties.
'Trix' - Coin? And... your older brother? - She was surprised to see the two.
'Lizard' - My name is Bernar.
'Trix' - Indeed, we haven't introduced ourselves, I'm Trix, this is Fi, and this is Feli - He pointed at her kebab eating friends - So what are you doing here?
'Bernar' - I wanted to meet you.
'Trix' - ? - She tilted her head, not knowing why.
'Bernar' - I have a problem at work and I want you to help me with something.
'Trix' - Eh? - Surprise appeared on her face - Why should we help you at work?
'Bernar' - I'm covering for you right now so you don't have any problems with the guard and the press, but I can change that at any time.
'Trix' - Then I'll blurt out that you're telling your brother things you shouldn't and they'll fire you.
'Bernar' - They'll fire me even without it, so you have nothing on me.
'Trix' - ..... - She thought it over - So what do you want?
The man took a chair from another table and pulled it over to Trix, to sit on it.
'Bernar' - There are two main gangs in the city, one of which you have already destroyed. I would like you to help me destroy the other one.
'Trix' - What!? Sorry Bernar, but I'm not going to risk my life to help you. Before, we just wanted to save the life of Makio, our friend, and we have nothing to do with you.
'Bernar' - Risk your life? You didn't have any problems destroying them-
'Trix' - There were problems, only luckily we managed to get out of them - she interjected in his statement.
'Feli' - I agree! I want to go on such an adventure again!
'Fi' - Exactly! Trix what are you even talking about, it's going to be fun!
'Trix' - Hey - she was irritated by something.
She glared at her siblings, and as if trying to calm down, she took a deep breath. But apparently it didn't help, because she suddenly got up, bent down to Fi and Feli, and bashed them on the head.
'Fi, Feli' - Ouch!
'Trix' - Idiots! Do you want to work for free!? I wanted to bargain for money here and you ruin everything for me!
'Fi' - Ehhh!? I did not think about it! Scale, if you want us to help you, pay us first!
'Bernar' - [Scale?] - He was confused by the nickname - What if I say now that I don't need your help?
'Fi' - What? No! We want to help, you don't have to pay us, we will help! - When he heard about the cancellation of the fun, he immediately gave up the money.
'Bernar' - How did those idiots not die yesterday?
'Trix' - They got muscles instead of brains.
Fi and Feli sat excitedly in their chairs. Yesterday they had an incredible adventure, and then they found out about the lie they had been fed since childhood. Their excitement and willingness to act did not decrease one bit overnight. They were already imagining the next battles they would have to fight today. However, their daydreaming was interrupted by Bernar's question.
'Bernar' - Fi right? I think I know you from somewhere.
'Fi' - Yeah? I don't know you at all.
'Bernar' - Do you happen to work as a dealer? I recently chased two people, including a boy who looked a lot like you.
Fi' - Hm... - He looked at the ceiling and closed his eyes trying to remember - You are the guard who played tag with me! - He finally connected - And I completely forgot that I have a job!
'Bernar' - How can you forget it?
'Fi' - Somehow! And I have to let go of it! Hey, go on this adventure now and I'll join you as soon as I get off work!
Right after his statement, Fi got up from his chair and ran out of the fast food joint.
'Trix' - An idiot, he doesn't even know where the "adventure" is going to be.
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They have already left the restaurant. They were following Bernar and Coin to where the second largest gang was said to have a base. This place was on the other side of the underground so they had quite a long way to go, there was a gloomy city on the way. The farther from the center it got, the worse it got. The word "paint" didn't exist there, it had long since come off the buildings, leaving only gray concrete. The windows in the columns on the lower floors were broken. Burglaries and thefts made the apartments almost free, so that those who are referred to as "homeless" could not be seen. They were in free, dirty, dilapidated, dusty and cobwebbed apartments.
However, this did not impress our heroes, especially not Feli and Trix, who often came to such places together with Fi to play. They were then discovering the secrets of abandoned buildings. They watched the lives of drunks laughing at their drunken quarrels. Even as children, they were not afraid of dangerous adults, because even then their strength was close to that of an adult.
'Bernar' - The plan is this, we'll just make some noise. You don't have to go to the boss and catch him, just attract the attention of the guards to this place and they will take care of everything else.
'Trix' - Wasn't it easier then to get permission to do some inspection or something?
'Bernar' - Unfortunately, the guard is very corrupt. My superiors make deals with gangs and make a fortune.
'Trix' - So that's it - She sensed that it was so - That's why the city is only getting worse and worse.
'Bernar' - Yes, but keep it to yourself.
Trix - No problem.
'Feli' - Yes, corrupt, worse and worse - she shortened what they were talking about - But can we go back to discussing the plan?
'Bernar' - Yes, I wanted to ask what ideas you have to make noise. I was thinking about the bombs you used yesterday - He turned to Trix.
'Feli' - Wait! That's not what I meant! I don't like this plan! I don't want to silently bomb them, I want fight and action!
'Bernar' - But why risk it when it can be done in an easier way?
'Feli' - Because taking risks is fun! And if you don't want to change your plan, I'm not going!
'Trix' - If Feli is not going, so am I - She stood by her friend.
'Bernar' - Eh.. so what other plan do you have?
'Feli' - Go and fight!
'Bernar' - .... - He was silent, not wanting to agree with this proposal.
'Coin' - Let's make a deal then - He joined the conversation - Feli and Trix will try to get to fa.. - he stutters - to the boss and catch him, but if they fail, they will go back to plan A and try to cause a big explosion. Can it be like this?
'Feli' - I agree with that.
'Bernar' - Let's add something else to that, I'm going with them.
'Coin' - What? But it will be dangerous!
'Bernar' - I can't make someone risk their life and not take part in it myself.
'Coin' - Then I- - Bernar cut in.
'Bernar' - You stay, you still have a sprained ankle and you have a hard time walking. You can't take part in this, you'll stay behind and if something happens you'll call for help.
'Coin' - ..... - He knew his brother was right. he knew that because of a sprained ankle, he couldn't even run, much less help in any way - I will - He finally agreed.
They walked for a good half an hour until they finally reached their destination. The building Bernar pointed out looked nothing like a gang base. No protection; there was no one around. The building was dingy and looked abandoned. It was indistinguishable from the rest of the columns here.
'Bernar' - Do you have any plan to get inside?
'Feli' - Knock, enter, if they start shooting, knock them down and that's it.
Here is a simple plan that wasn't even a plan, thought up by Feli. The experience of the previous day told her that would be enough, but Bernar wasn't convinced. From his perspective, this "plan" was a veritable suicide, and since he was going to be part of it, there was no way he would agree to it.
'Bernar' - We have to think of something else.
Due to the lack of time, and frankly, they lack any experience in devising strategies, the plan was simple.
Feli volunteered to enter the building in a way that wouldn't immediately trigger a fight. The girl was supposed to pretend that, as a poor inhabitant of the underground, she was looking for a job. Dealer work, to be more precise. She was to take bombs with her, one smoke and one explosive, which, by simultaneously firing, were to confuse and surprise the employees. Then, most of them would gather at Feli's whereabouts, which would pave the way for Bernar and the Trix to get to the gang boss without too much trouble.
That was the plan, however,
Feli, as it was said, approached the indicated building. In her roomy pockets she kept two bombs, which unfortunately made the girl look quite suspicious, but that wasn't what ruined their plan. The girl knocked on the door, and from inside she heard only an unfamiliar voice of a man.
'Man' - Who's coming? - He asked menacingly.
Feli - Em .. - She took a breath knowing how weak her acting skills are - I'm looking for a job.
'Man' - Work? You think this is some fucking employment agency or what? Fuck off kid.
'Feli' - But! No normal job will take me, and I heard there is a gang here and you sell some drugs, I want to work as a dealer!
'Man' - Kid - The door of the building opened, and from behind it Feli saw a slightly fat adult man with horns on his head - How do you know about this place? Who was talking?
'Feli' - Erm, from a friend. And well, everyone in the underground knows about the gangs and...
'Man' - The name of the one who spilled it, now! - He shouted in a thick and heavy voice.
Feli wasn't scared of the man one bit, instead, she was scared that the plan they devised would fail because of her. She had no idea what to do, what to answer. Give the name of someone you know, or maybe come up with a nonexistent name. Yes, it's the second. The latter will be better.
'Feli' - His name is um, John Smith.
This is the worst name she could come up with. Nobody and nobody will fall for it. She chose the most popular name and the most popular surname often used in jokes or as an example of a name.
The man was about to come over, grab her by the hair, and force her confession out of her, but,
'???' - How pretty. Hey, big, how about giving her a job after all?
Another person appeared in the doorway. A man a little younger than the previous one, with a weasel-shaped head with brownish-gray fur. However, even for the animal's appearance, he was ugly. This term referred not only to his face shape, but also to his unwashed and dirty fur, which seemed to be shedding in some places, and ugly, cheap clothes.
'Weasel' - What do you say, instead of giving you a job as a dealer, which a weak girl can't handle anyway, you'll do something only girls can do.
The werebeast left the building and approached Feli. However, the girl did not realize what the man was talking about. All she could think of, was one thing she was better at as a girl than Filyy, and all she could think of, was shooting a toy gun at a target, which she was an expert at, but that wasn't because she was a girl, by all means. She couldn't figure out what as a girl only she could do.
'Weasel' - What do you say? - He touched her hair. Will you come into the building with me?
'Feli' - To the building? I can?
'Weasel' - If you want.
'Feli' - Sure! - She exclaimed happily that the plan to get inside was successful.
She and the man walked through the doorway. The horned man frowned at the idea, but didn't protest.
Feli had gone a few steps when suddenly one of the workers there spoke up.
'Employee' - Wait, I remember her, she was one of the ones who broke into Blue Cobra's base yesterday and destroyed them!
One of them shouted, giving the signal to fight. |
He walked through various, narrow and deserted streets. The place Fi was heading to, was barely familiar to him. Barely, because he had been in this place just over two weeks earlier, one day after his 17th birthday, looking for a job. However, he barely remembered where it was.
He was stuck in his memories of Garef coming to his apartment on his birthday, telling him to get a job and start paying for himself and his sister. He wasn't happy about it one bit, but he had no choice but to obey; otherwise he and Feli would end up miserable.
Fi wasn't registered on the resident card. He did not have his identification number, therefore, for this city, he did not exist. His sister, who was registered, had no brother. Garef rented the apartment to only one person, Felicia Solis, and no one else. Fi himself was nowhere to be found. Because of that, he couldn't find any work either, until he finally found some young men stationed in a dark alley. Then he managed to accept a job as a dealer, although he had no idea that it was an illegal job. He was too stupid to know and to figure it out.
Now that he and Feli were going to join the rebels, he no longer needed the job. Viral made it clear to him that he would get paid.
That was how Fi had started his work, and that was how he wanted to end it; finding the same dudes and telling them he wants to quit.
He sighed because he couldn't quite remember where the place he had found the job was. He had been pacing back and forth for well over half an hour.
'Fi' - [It was better to go with Felyy and the others.] - He thought regretfully.
He walked a few more steps until he heard an angry scream.
'???' - Come on! It's not my fault he took it from me! I'll give you everything back, but later, in a few days! - His voice was filled with anger, but also with resignation, because the faces of those he shouted at clearly indicated that his negotiations were for nothing.
'???' - No money, no goods, what did you not understand? - Another male voice answered him.
'???' - Victor, we're sorry they robbed you, but rules are rules, we can't give you anything until you have the money. - Another person joined the conversation who seemed quite nice.
'Victor' - .... - He was silent not knowing what to do next. His drug craving was getting stronger and stronger, and he wouldn't last much longer.
'Fi' - Yo! I found you! - He joined the conversation.
The two men who spoke to Victor were the ones who gave him the job.
'Victor' - Wa... wa... wait! It-it's him! He stole my money! - He pointed at the boy with anger in his eyes.
'Fi' - Me? Do we even know each other? And I didn't steal any money from anyone!
Victor didn't seem surprised that he wasn't remembered. The few minutes he spent with the boy were enough for him to understand that he would not remember random and boring people. Despite this, Victor took off his black hood, revealing his white, bunny ears, approached the boy and pointed to his not very handsome face,
'Victor' - Now do you remember? - He thought showing his face might make a difference.
'Fi' - No, who are you? - He replied without even thinking.
‘Victor' - Two days ago we were running away from the guards together. You don't remember, you helped me jump over the fence that time! You remember!?
'Fi' - Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm - Everyone was wondering what he was doing - mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm - Victor thought the boy was meditating - mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...Oh, yes! Now I remember, we used to play tag together and Scale was chasing us! - After thinking for a loooooong time, he finally remembered.
'Victor' - Finally! And if you remember, that's when you stole my money too! Give it to me back!
'Fi' - What did I steal, you gave it to me. - He cocked his head in surprise.
'Victor' - You stole! I wasn't going to give you my entire wallet! I was just supposed to take out some of the money and give it to you!
'Fi' - Only part? There was very little there.
'Victor' - Don't kill me like that! There wasn't that little there! - He felt pitiful.
'Fi' - Well, it was, I wouldn't survive a week from it.
'Victor' - T-this... - He felt ashamed of how little he earns - It doesn't matter how much was there, you took my money and that's it! And now I have nothing and I can't buy anything, so give it back to me!
'Fi' - If you wanted money you should have gone to some lottery or something.
'Victor' - And you think what? That I will win something right away? It's not possible, I'd have to buy at least a million tickets to win something big!
'Fi' - Not at all, when I go to lotteries, I always win about 100 ter - He said surprised at Victor's comment.
Lotteries were Fi's main source of income. Almost every time he went to buy a ticket, he won at least 3 times what he spent. And it was only because of his incredible luck, of which he had a lot. Overall, Fi's life was rather happy. Despite poverty, he always got what he wanted, sometimes he found it on someone's balcony, sometimes he managed to find money on the street and buy the desired thing with it. Once it even happened that the mother bought the child a toy, but the child did not like it. The baby started crying, so the mother took the newly bought toy and threw it in the trash. Fi pulled out a clean and unscented toy, taking it for himself. And there were definitely more similar events. In short, Fi is extremely lucky in such matters.
Victor couldn't believe what Fi had said was true. Because how can you win the lottery so often? It's ridiculous!
'Victor' - Don't lie, it's impossible! And even if I had to buy a ticket, I have nothing to pay for!
'Fi' - Oh, you're right, in the end you also pay for tickets... so if you want, I can give you money for this ticket.
'Victor' - No, no, no, no. You didn't understand something, you are to give me all the money you took from me, not just enough for one ticket!
'Fi' - Eh? No way! Now that money is mine.
'Victor' - What? Didn't you hear what I said!? I wasn't going to give you everything. You can keep 20 ter if you like, but give me the rest!
'Fi' - No, it's mine. And if you want them back, then... defeat me. Let's fight! - He put his left foot forward and right arm back, ready to attack.
However, Victor did not even dream of fighting him, he knew full well that winning was impossible. This boy, after a dozen or so minutes of racing, did not get tired at all. He jumped over a huge fence with no problems, and his "weak" hitting hurt terribly. In a regular fight, he had no chance against him. But only in the usual. What if he could trick him? After all, the boy was a complete moron. Winning by trickery didn't seem all that impossible. Let's see, maybe he would have blinded him by throwing sand in his eyes, but there was no sand anywhere, so that's out of the question. Maybe something would change if you knocked him down? Maybe some slippery goo? But where would he get one? The plan is out. So maybe ice? But he couldn't create ice either. He knew there was a freezing potion, but he didn't have one on him or could afford one, so he's out. So what's left? Maybe some ranged attacks? Start throwing stones? Except there weren't any on the floor. Or throw something sharp? Pins, for example? But where would he get the pins? Both plans fail. Or something not too fancy? Maybe a simple knife will suffice?
Victor reached into the back pocket of his pants. There is. There is a knife. Will he be able to win with it? Will he be able to defeat this incredibly strong and agile boy, while he himself has no knife skills?
His hand began to tremble. Will he be able to win or will he be able to stab him? But stab? What if there is a mortal wound, what if something happens to the boy? He shook his head trying to push the bad thoughts away, but the more he tried not to think about it, the clearer he saw the image in his mind of him killing the boy and then going to prison for the rest of his days. Now not only the hand, but the whole body began to tremble in terror of what was about to happen. His bunny ears went lower and lower. Breathing became heavy. He clenched his fist tighter on the knife. Will he be able to win? What will be the consequences if he kills him? What if he loses? How long will he be beaten? How much will it hurt? Finally he decided,
'Victor' - I don't want to fight you, please don't hurt me, just could you give me this lottery money? - He hung his head like a loser.
'Fi' - Boring... But ok, I'll give you something - He was disappointed that he didn't fight.
He reached into his pocket and took out a wallet, looked inside and pulled out 20 ter.
'Fi' - You have for two tickets. Sometimes I don't win anything either, so that's just in case.
'Victor' - Y-yes... - He wasn't one bit happy with the amount he got, it wasn't even enough for drugs, but he couldn't resist.
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He left the place where the boy he hated and the two drug dealers were. He had no reason to stay there, after all, the boy won't give him anything else, and he can't buy any drugs.
He pulled the hood of his black sweatshirt over his head, covering his white bunny ears. He had his hands in his pockets and walked with his head down.
'Victor' - [20 teri is not enough for me. I'll live on it for two, three days at most, and that's it.] - He thought sadly.
He was never rich, as a child he lived only with his poor mother. He's used to falling. But for the first time he found himself in a situation where he really had nothing left. Yesterday he lost his house because he couldn't keep it anymore. He was left to live in one of the shabby flats, on the edge of the underground city.
He walked thinking about how many mistakes he made in his life. He didn't go to school, he didn't have any hobbies, he wasn't interested in anything, he didn't get any friends to get him out of trouble. He won nothing and was nothing.
Then he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Newsstand.
He was just passing by the kiosk. Place where you could usually buy tickets and scratch cards. With a slightly trembling hand, he pulled out his last twenty teri. He looked at them as if they were special, his last money.
'Victor' - Eh, why not? - He said to himself.
Since he already got the money for the lottery tickets, why not? Why not give them away. The scrap of paper he was going to buy was going to decide his life. He will win the money or soon his life will end.
He picked up one of the scratch cards. He took it to the cashier and paid 10 teri. Half of what he had. He walked out of the store slowly, still looking at the scratch card. Will his life be saved? Or will it fall into ruins? He was about to find out.
Standing in front of the newsstand, he gripped the scratch card tighter. With a dirty and incompetently cut fingernail, he began to scratch the place to be scratched. The letter "W" appeared first, then the letter "O". Victor already knew what that meant. He won something. Surely he won something, now the only question is how much? It could be 5 teri, it could be 100 teri, it could be several million teri. He regained the hope he had lost recently and started scratching the scratch card even faster until the winning amount finally showed up. Victor's eyes widened first, only to fill with tears in the seconds that followed. He was crying. His win was...
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'Fi' - Eh!? So I didn't have to come here!?
'Dealer 1' - Exactly, you already lost your job because the gang you worked for, collapsed.
After Victor left, Fi did what he came to do; he wanted to quit his job as a dealer. After explaining the reason why he had approached them, the two men looked at each other and asked if the boy had not heard about yesterday's incident. This incident, of course, was about Fi, Feli and the Trix breaking up the Mafia, though that wasn't their intention.
After the boy nodded to indicate that he knew what the incident was about, the man explained to him that he had lost his job because of the incident.
'Fi' - And I could go with Felyy and the rest ... - He sighed - Well, I'll just join them a little later - He convinced himself that there would still be room for him to play.
'Fi' - I'm on my way! Thanks! - He bid farewell to the dealers and moved on.
He jogged along the hard concrete, through the dingy bends. He was heading towards the place where his friends were staying. And when he thought of them, he instantly stopped.
'Fi' - Wait, where was this adventure supposed to take place?
He thought. He tried to remember what Bernar had said, and the more he thought about it, the more it dawned on him.
'Fi' - He didn't say where it was supposed to be...
He finally remembered that he had left before he was supposed to.
'Fi' - Eh, well, it's time to play hide and seek! I am looking!
Thinking of the search as a game, he moved from where he was and started looking for them.
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Trix felt a box-like communication device open in her trouser pocket. She immediately took it out and brought it to her lips.
'Feli' - Trix! There is a problem! I am famous!
'Trix' - What does fame have to do with the problem? What happened?
'Feli' - They recognized that I was one of those; hey fuck off! - She said to someone else - Who attacked the gang; want to get kicked!? - She got angry with someone - yesterday and now; back off!; everyone is attacking me!
'Trix' - I didn't understand anything, but I understand that you have problems, I'll run to you and save you! - She said as fast as she could.
As soon as she finished her sentence, she started running for the door Feli had just come through. They were solid. So much so that when Trix kicked them with all her might, they didn't even budge. Then the girl tried to open it the traditional way, i.e. grab the handle. The door, however, turned out to be locked from the inside. Then she looked at the window and only now noticed that they were all barricaded from the inside.
'Trix' - Dammit, I have to use the bomb - She said, displeased.
'Bernar' - Wait - He grabbed her arm.
“Bang, bang”
He fired two shots where the key mechanism should have been. Hoping to destroy it, he grabbed the handle and opened the door.
'Trix' - Not so fast! - She reacted as soon as Bernar set foot in the room.
She jumped on him and pinned him to the ground, saving him from the bullets. They were aimed at the first person entering the door, who turned out to be Bernar.
Trix didn't even look around the room. She immediately threw a smoke bomb to hide from the enemies and get to Feli faster.
'Trix' - Be careful! What kind of a guard are you to just walk through the door into an enemy base.
'Bernar' - ...I'm sorry. Or rather, thanks for saving me.
Trix - No problem. - She covered herself with a smile at the words of thanks - And now, we have to find Feli.
Voices of confused guards could be heard all around. They were looking for the two who had just entered the building. Some also stopped others from shooting. Without seeing anything, you don't know who they would hit.
'Guard' - Stand by the door, don't let them leave the room!
The passages to other rooms and corridors were barred, and the guards thought it would stay that way, but they overestimated their strength. Trix, though physically weaker than Fi and Fela, was still definitely stronger than the untouched. She easily broke through the guards guarding one door. Bernar and Trix entered through it and found themselves in a short corridor. There were two doors on either side of the corridor leading to random rooms.
Trix noticed the security in the corridor, more precisely, 5 guards, two of whom were equipped with pistols.
'Bernar' - I'll take care of the one on the right. - He wanted to take out the guard holding the gun.
'Trix' - No, I'll take care of everyone, you don't lean out so that nothing happens to you.
She started running towards security. Seeing this, the guards with guns began to aim at her and fired bullets. At this, Trix slid in, hiding from the bullets. She rode like that for a good few meters until she found herself next to one of the security guards, just next to the one with the gun. She quickly rose to her feet. The man closest to her took aim at her, but didn't have time to pull the trigger. The girl punched him in the face. After the hit, the man fell limply to the floor for a moment without contact with the world. When he opened his eyes again, all he saw was the last of his associates falling to the ground. They couldn't even scratch the pink girl.
'Bernar' - I think I'm just bothering you - He said, seeing how she deftly defeated five enemies.
'Trix' - Yes, but only a little. You don't have to worry about it. - She replied honestly - Do you hear? - She asked Bernar.
'Bernard' - What?
'Trix' - It must be the sounds of fighting - Her ears turned slightly trying to pick up the sound - They are on the upper floor. It must be Feli. How quickly she got there!
'Bernar' - The stairs should be past the last door on the right - He pointed to the door.
'Trix' - ? - She was surprised - You know what this place looks like from the inside?
'Bernar' - Eh... em... Yes - He didn't know what to say - I was here once.
'Trix' - Did you work here?
'Bernard' - Something like that.
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'Feli' - Haa, haa, haa - She panted tiredly - Too many of you here!
She had just fought at least fifteen opponents at once. Although she had a great advantage over them, the constant focus on not getting hit was very tiring.
'Trix' - Feli! Are you OK? - Trix entered the open corridor, followed by Bernar.
Immediately after realizing the situation, Trix took a smoke bomb from her bag and threw it in the middle of the room. A hissing sound came from the device, and then the entire hall was filled with blue smoke.
Feli and Trix in this situation had no problem defeating the workers, they dealt with them immediately. Bernar, on the other hand, only heard how the opponents fell one by one, unable to get over the admiration.
After the voices of the fallen workers died down, Bernar called Feli and Trix over to him.
'Bernar' - We're on the second floor and the boss's office is on the fifth, we'll have to get there.
'Trix' - No problem, we'll get there quickly. Together, it'll be a lot easier for us.
'Feli' - Of course! let's go!
After her words, they headed for the stairs. As soon as they opened the door to the staircase, they were showered with a hail of shots. However, no one was hurt. Feli flew up to the ceiling, Trix first pushed Bernar out of range, then fell to the ground herself.
Feli, seeing that the guards were about to pick the Trix lying on the floor as their target, dived down, wounding herself with a shot to the forehead, and attacked the guards. She kicked the one furthest forward with both feet, and he flew backwards, collapsing on the men behind him.
A second after the shots stopped, Trix got up from the floor and, realizing the situation, ran closer to Feli to help her defeat the opponents.
Soon all the guards were on the floor and on the stairs.
'Trix' - All clear - She approached Bernar and gave him her hand to get up.
*****
It took them half an hour to get to the fifth floor. During this, mainly Feli but also Trix and Bernar had quite a few light wounds. They ascended to the fifth floor, which looked the prettiest of all they had been on. Unlike the other corridors and rooms, here everything was carefully painted, and the light was strong and bright. There were ornaments on both sides of the corridor, mostly paintings, plants, and even a sculpture. However, this beautiful decor was stained by bodyguards lying on the ground.
'Bernar' - It's that door.
They approached the indicated entrance.
'Trix' - So we're on three. One, two - She stopped - Hey Feli!
She yelled at Feli as she, without waiting for her countdown, kicked into the boss's office.
'Feli' - Why wait? The sooner the better!
'Trix' - ... - She made a displeased face, and was silent.
Then Bernar came to the fore and, surprised, announced:
'Bernard' - Nobody is there.
'Trix' - Eh? You're right.
Everyone looked at the open door. There was a large and nicely decorated office, but it was empty. Inside, they found no one, neither the guard nor the boss.
'Trix' - Don't tell me we came here for nothing. - She put her hands on her hips and sighed.
'Feli' - Even if no one is here, it was awesome! Going on an adventure and being in danger, we experienced a lot of feelings. We got to know each other better and became closer. It is important to-
'Trix' - Oh my ears are already hurting from that idiotic "motivational" speech - she grabbed her pointy ears and tried to hide them - What comic did you take this from?
'Feli' - From a robo-hero! Cool right!? - She smiled sincerely.
'Trix' - Not at all, we just wasted our time. What do you think Bernar?
'Bernar' - Secret exit... - He said under his breath.
'Trix' - What are you saying there? I didn't catch it. - She grabbed Bernar's arm and tilted her head trying to figure out what he had said.
'Bernar' - There is a secret passage in the office, the boss could have escaped through it.
'Feli' - Secret Passage!? - Her eyes lit up with curiosity, and the saliva of lust began to flow from her mouth.
Bernar' - I'll go through the secret passage, and you please stick to plan B. Do something to attract the attention of ordinary residents and guards. - Then he crouched down and lifted the trapdoor that covered a hidden passage in the floor.
'Feli' - Eeeh!? I want to go down the secret passage too! - She had a pleading expression.
'Trix' - Are you sure you want to go alone? Better take-
'Bernar' - I'll go alone. I should do something too and not just watch you do everything for me - He said firmly.
'Trix' - Okay, then we'll take care of plan B. Be careful out there.
'Bernar' - Sure - He said and jumped into the secret passage.
'Feli' - But I want too!
She was about to jump into the secret passage right behind Bernar, but Trix caught her and stopped her.
'Trix' - You stay with me.
'Feli' - But I don't want to! - She had tears in her eyes as if she wanted to start crying about such a stupid thing.
'Trix' - It's just some stupid tunnel, and we stay here and do a big BOOM!
'Feli' - Big boom? - She asked curiously.
'Trix' - Yes, big BOOM! - She screamed and made a gesture with her hands as if her hands were exploding.
'Feli' - We're doing a big BOOM! Let's get started! - In an instant she was fascinated by something else and completely forgot about the secret passage. Her eyes glowed with excitement with a big BOOM.
After making Feli want to stay with her, Trix put her gym bag on the ground and started rummaging through it.
'Trix' - We'll take one... or maybe two? - She turned to Feli.
'Feli' - Three! Take three!
'Trix' - Okay! We're going with a kick, there will be three! - She approved Fela's idea.
She took out the first of the bombs from the pink bag, then the second, and just as she was about to reach for the third, Feli immediately threw herself at her with the word "Be careful!". For just at that moment, the rest of the guards who were on other floors entered the fifth floor. They grabbed their weapons and started aiming at the intruders.
Feli ran out of the office and flew straight at the closest opponents. Doing the splits, she hit one with the end of her leg. She then grabbed a nearby guard by the head, sending it down to hit her right in the knee.
She grabbed the gun held by that bodyguard and pointed the muzzle at the hand of another guard. The bullet hit another pistol, knocking it out of the bodyguard's hand.
'Feli' - Trix, are the bombs ready!?
While the fight was going well for her, she knew that fighting with more than twenty people at once was very dangerous, especially when they stopped caring about their fallen associates and started shooting at random. That's why she just wanted to buy some time for the Trix to prepare the bombs.
'Trix' - Yes! Come here! I'll throw them right away!
The girl pushed off the air with her black wings and flew backwards, straight to the office, still not losing sight of her opponents. Who, right after Feli withdrew, began to flood the office with a hail of shots.
'Trix' - Catch! She threw one of the three bombs into Feli's hands.
Then she put the other two bombs to her head, and with her teeth pulled out a thin metal tube from them, which probably kept them from exploding. Right after that, she threw the bombs into the corridor where the guards were standing.
Feli did the same, taking out the bomb protection with her teeth and throwing it towards the opponents.
As soon as the guards saw the three spherical objects fly out of the office, they began to run away, then fell to the ground in defense of their miserable lives.
The girls heard and felt a powerful explosion that gave them an adrenaline rush. Though not as much as what happened a fraction of a second later. Because they both noticed that one of the spherical objects was flying towards them, into the office. The two bombs thrown earlier must have pushed the third one in the direction it had come from and ended up back in the room they were in.
The girls' eyes widened in fear at this sudden problem. Their brains paused for a moment as they knew the bomb coming towards them was about to explode. Feli was the first and only one to react, as fast as she could, supporting herself with her wings, she embraced Trix with her only arm and flew with her towards the window. Then, the bomb exploded, and the shockwave pushed Trix and Feli shielding her from the blast so hard that they broke the glass in the window and flew outside. And with them, scraps of concrete flew down, which broke off together with the window. |
Suddenly, in front of the entrance, along with the sound of an explosion, pink gas spread out. Standing outside the gate, and in front of the entrance to the building, the guards became confused by this sudden phenomenon.
Guard - What is this!? What's happening?
Guard - I don't know, I think they're attacking us!
Guard - Who?
Guard - Can you see anything?
Guard - Nothing!
Guard - Somebody come in and alert those inside!
Everyone took up arms. They tried to communicate through the thick smoke that obscured their vision. There were six of them in total, and each of them had a gun. One, standing closest to the entrance to the base, headed there to inform others about the situation. The rest remained at their posts, watching for the enemy.
Suddenly, two people emerged from the smoke. A boy with black hair, a horn on the right side of his head, and fangs. He was wearing a red sweatshirt, a white shirt with a picture on it, black pants and red sneakers.
The other person was a blue haired girl. She had two small black horns and black wings sprouting from its lower back. She was wearing gray and yellow comfortable tracksuits.
The sudden appearance did not give the guards time to prepare for the shot. Feli managed to reach the guard running towards the entrance. She blocked his way with her body, then put her leg in front of his knee, which made him lose his balance, and then kicked the man on the ground in the head.
At the same time, Fi targeted the other guard closest to the entrance. The frightened man opened fire inaccurately, the sound of the bullets being fired was definitely quieter than what we can see in our world, the imprecisely fired shot missed the boy. And he ran close enough to punch him in the head from below, knocking the bodyguard unconscious.
The rest, more or less aware of the situation, opened fire, but they were unable to hit anyone. The siblings efficiently and agilely avoided the attacks, retreated into the pink smoke, to attack again by surprise. Feli flew up and, diving down, struck another. Fi ran to the last one standing directly in front of the building, dodged the pistol attack and hit the guard hard enough to knock him unconscious.
There are only two bodyguards left standing at the gate. They did not see what was happening in front of the entrance, they only heard the sounds of quiet shots.
Guard - Should we go there?
Guard - No one called us, so we should stay in position.
??? - I think that you should help your colleagues, because they have no chance on their own.
They heard an unfamiliar female voice. They began to look around anxiously in search of the person who made the voice, but they could not see anything because of the dust still floating in the air.
Suddenly, one of them got scared when a one-eyed monster appeared before his eyes.
Trix - Hi!
The girl waved her hand at this sudden greeting, and smiled excitedly. The guard immediately aimed his pistol at her, but did not have time to pull the trigger. Trix grabbed the barrel of the pistol and moved it aside so the bullet would aim past her, then quickly approached the bodyguard and elbowed him in the neck. In pain, the guard dropped his pistol and grabbed the throbbing spot, then fell to the ground, being hit again by the girl. He didn't get up from the ground.
Guard - What's going on!?
The second guard still had limited visibility. He barely saw his co-worker, let alone the girl who blended into the background thanks to her pink skin. However, he heard that something had happened there, so he immediately ran to the scene. He didn't even notice when an enemy emerged from the smoke behind him and hit him on the back of the neck, knocking him unconscious.
Thus, the entrance to the building was cleared.
Trix - In order to find Makio faster and maybe that asshole Asil too, we should split up.
A third person joined the siblings standing in front of the front door. A girl with a strange appearance, had maroon-pink hair, combed in a mohawk, had an incredibly thin waist, strange legs, one eye, and her skin was the color of pink.
Feli - What fun! Too bad we've never done something like this before!
Fi - I feel like a dog-robo-hero. You know, fighting evil and trying to save a kidnapped girl!
Feli - Yes, me too!
They were incredibly cheerful and relaxed despite being in enemy territory.
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Hurried footsteps were heard everywhere. Uninformed guards wandered around not knowing what to do with themselves. Stress and a little fear, because of the unknown, bothered everyone.
Some people on one of the upper floors of the building also found out about the situation.
Guardian - Attack! They're attacking us! Someone broke into us!
Information about the intrusion of unknown enemies quickly spread throughout the building.
??? - Ha!? What have you done again!?
A girl's voice answered.
??? - Nothing, how would I? We were together all the time.
A male voice answered her.
Girl - And yet they know we're here, and it's definitely not my fault. You're always the one who has to ruin every plan!
Boy - But not this one. This time I did nothing.
The girl thought for a moment, seeing how firmly the boy denies the accusations.
Girl - Ugr... All right, be quiet, I'll listen to what's going on.
She walked over to the closed door of the room they were in. She put her right ear to them and listened,
Guard - How many are there!?
Guard - I don't know! Some say they saw twenty.
Guard - Twenty? Who is that anyway!? I thought the boss had no enemies!
Guard - How should I know?
She heard two guards talking from the corridor.
Guard - Hey come on everybody! They're calling us to guard the entrance! The enemies seem to have broken through!
She heard another voice, a different guard this time, and then the footsteps of the other two, and a few others, as they began to run to the lower floors.
Girl - Yes, you're right, it's not us they're looking for. Someone else just broke in.
She put her hand over her mouth, not expecting it.
Boy - Who?
Girl - I have no idea, but right now that we're here. What bad luck.
Boyfriend - These attackers are probably untouched too, so there shouldn't be any major problems.
Girl - That's all I can deduce. Hmm... If you think about it, this commotion will make it easier for us to get out of here, so maybe it's not that bad. But first, we need to find those blueprints.
Boy - Yes.
They went back to searching through the papers.
They were in an archive with many different papers and documents. It was quite a mess in there, and not just because all the papers they looked at were thrown on the floor, creating even more muck. From the very beginning, everything that was here was disorganized and scattered. And in all this mess, thousands of papers, they were looking for one specific building plan.
Girl - I'm sure it would be easier for us to look for it if it was in some city archives, and not in this junk room.
Irritated, she continued flipping through the pages, searching for that particular document.
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What is the fastest way to find a missing person? Split up so everyone searches a different place at the same time (not for horror movies). So, upon entering the building, everyone voted to separate. Feli ran to the lower floors, Trix decided to check the ground floor, and Fi took care of the upper floors.
The boy was just running up the stairs screaming,
Fi - Kebamakio! Kebamakio! Where are you Kebamakio!
"Bang, bang"
Shots were heard from all directions. The guards guarded the stairs and tried to shoot down the intruder, but Fi nimbly dodged everything. It was almost impossible, so much so that the guards thought that Fi was wearing a bulletproof vest under his clothes that stopped bullets.
Guard - Aim for the head!
But the order had no effect, because, as I've already explained, shooting either in the chest or in the head made no difference. Fi was avoiding everything anyway.
Unfortunately, the guards were quite a pain in the ass. Fi dodged the projectiles without much difficulty, but climbing the stairs proved a problem. In order to avoid the bullets, he had to keep a certain distance from the enemies, which meant that he was unable to move forward. Sometimes he would try to take advantage of the gap between the bullets and go up a few steps, but as if they were his shadow, the guards would take as many steps away from him as he did. So it was hard for him to finish them off.
Without thinking much, he decided to take a chance. As fast as he could, he jumped high and far towards them. Enough that he was above the guards. It was an amazing jump that could probably be recorded in the Guinness Book of Records. Once in the air, he had no way to dodge their shots, but he didn't have to either. The guards, stunned, had no time to aim their pistols up, and Fi landed safely down among the security.
Guard - Don't shoot or we'll hit ourselves!
One of them shouted as the others were already preparing to fire. And it was a good choice, because if they started shooting, Fi would jump up, dodging all the bullets, and the rest would kill each other.
Being surrounded by the security of the place, Fi just grinned.
He hit the one on the right hard enough that he fell on the others and was knocked unconscious. They quickly took off their unconscious companion and began to attack the boy. However, he managed to beat them all. He dodged when someone tried to hit him on the head. Whoever wanted to hit him in the stomach, was kicked. One grabbed him by the sweatshirt, so Fi grabbed his hand and squashed it. The guard with his hand crushed, fell on the stairs and screamed in pain, clutching his badly hurt hand.
In this way, all security on the stairs was defeated and Fi went to the upper floor.
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Feli, unlike her brother, found the stairs leading down. Going down was much easier than going up, because it was enough to jump for protection, and they would lose their balance and fall down. But of course, not everyone was equally clumsy. Some managed to lean against the wall and stay on their feet. They then aimed pistols at the girl, but she, as agile as her brother, avoided everything.
While Fi's fighting style was mainly based on punching, Feli definitely preferred to fight with her legs, which was easier for her due to the lack of one arm. Using her wings, she flew to greater heights, so that even much taller opponents could not hide from her kicks. She could easily reach the highest corners.
She defeated all the guards that were on the stairs. Once in a safe place, she stopped and looked down.
Feli - Maybe...
She bent down and picked up the pistol from the stairs.
She looked from all sides. She was reckless enough to point the gun barrel at her head to see what was inside the hole.
The gun was black and looked very much like the ones from our world, although its operation was different.
Feli - I'll take it.
She placed the gun comfortably in her hand. Then she went out into the corridor, which was accessed by a door connected to the stairs.
She stepped out into the lobby, and within a second she was flooded with gunshots. She quickly stepped back and hid in the stairwell.
Feli - How many...
Even she was able to tell that going out at this moment could be dangerous for her.
Feli - And what to do, and what to do....
She considered the plan, but her intelligence quotient was no higher than her brother's, so as expected, she came up with nothing.
Feli - Yolo!
She jumped out of the stairwell into a hail of gunfire.
She tried to avoid them, but the feat was almost impossible. One of the shots grazed her arm, the other grazed her leg. The third cut off some of her hair, and the fourth hit her pants, right in the pocket.
And from the pocket where one of the bullets had hit, blue gas began to come out.
Feli - I had a flare!?
She often put things in her pockets when playing with Fi, and often forgot them too. It was a flare created by the Trix. The smoke was not as extensive as from the bomb that had been used at first, but in the closed and narrow corridor it was sufficient.
Feli took out a punctured flare and tossed it on the floor, allowing the smoke to spread much faster.
Thanks to the cover, the guards began to fire blindly.
You could say that the smoke also harmed Feli because she didn't see the shots, but it wasn't. Most of them evaded by intuition anyway, so in her case the smoke cover was only a plus.
Unfortunately, the smoke did not make it possible for her to run to the shooting guards, so she hid in the room opposite the staircase.
The room was painted yellow, it wasn't too big, but it wasn't small either. There were blue metal cabinets along all the walls, and a large bench in the middle. Items were disorganized, it was almost as dirty as Fi and Feli's room, and it smelled of cologne and sweat. All employees should have a place to store their own stuff, which is what this room was for.
Feli, however, was interested in something else. There was a window in this room. She looked through it. Outside was a view of the underground part of the city.
The building on the surface connected to the building below the surface. Probably the whole column belonged to the gang, and that would explain how Makio was taken unnoticed. The thugs weren't carrying her up the stairs or in the main elevator. Instead, they headed down the less traveled streets to a building that was on the edge of town. And this building was connected to the building on the surface.
The shots coming from the corridor stopped.
Guard - I can't see her anywhere.
The smoke cleared and the whole corridor was visible again.
Guard - She must have been hiding somewhere, half will go further down the corridor, check every door.
And so they did, and they didn't have to look long because the first door they opened led to the same room where the girl was.
The Guardian - Here he is!
Shots rang out again.
They hit every part of the room. The sound of the metal being pierced through the cabinets was ringing in ears. The window in front was broken.
Feli dodged all the shots, but constantly avoiding them can get tiring for anyone. She knocked over two metal cabinets and placed them carelessly on top of each other. And it was quite a feat because at the same time she had to be careful not to get killed.
She hid behind metal cabinets and thought about what to do next.
Feli - [Filyy could probably beat them all]
Her older brother was better than her in almost every physical aspect. She had never beaten him in a physical strength fight. And while Fi would probably be able to defeat them all, it was too dangerous for Feli to rush out, especially since there were now almost as many guards in the room as there had been in the corridor before.
Feli - No! I can't be worse than Filyy!
Motivated to act, she came out of hiding in an instant, intending to charge the guards. However, less than a second later, one of the shots grazed her forehead leaving a red line of blood. Feli's eyes widened in horror as she suddenly realized that it was impossible for her to break through such a huge cluster of bullets. She hid behind the broken cupboards again.
Guard - What is this!? We can't hit even one girl!?
And though Feli considered the situation a failure, all the guards could hardly believe their eyes. It was hard to believe that there was someone so agile and strong in the world.
The shots did not decrease at all, and the constant focus became more and more difficult. The cupboard she was hiding behind wouldn't last long either. She would be pierced by bullets at any moment. Feli couldn't help it, she had to do something.
Then she remembered the window. It was shattered when a hail of shots rained down on it. Without thinking any longer, she jumped out of the broken window.
The distance to the bottom, the upper part of the underground reached almost 20 floors. Even Fi would die if he fell from that high, but Feli had wings. She could fly, which she used at the moment.
She spread her wings and glided around the column she had just jumped from.
She decided to enter the building again, but through a different window.
She took out the gun she had taken earlier. She aimed at the window on the floor below and pulled the trigger. It hit right in the middle of the glass, shattering it. She then fired a few more shots around the hole she had punched to enlarge it. When the hole was big enough for her to safely pass through, she flew into the building.
At the same time, the guards ran to the previous window trying to find the runaway.
Guard - She fell down and died?
Guard - Of course not! She had wings, she must be able to fly. Look out the window, maybe you'll see her.
However, no matter how carefully they looked around, they had no chance to spot her because the girl had already returned to the building.
Feli landed in an interesting room.
Unlike the previous one, this one was very clean. The walls were white, there were tables set up in various places, and various laboratory equipment on the tables. There were many conical flasks with different colored liquids, as well as many test tubes with colored liquids on the racks. In another part there were various plants, as well as fruits, vegetables and small animals locked in cages.
It was a laboratory that was used to make drugs.
There were a couple of people in the room. Mostly men and two women. They were all wearing white coats and despite the commotion that was all around the building, they were still in the room continuing their work.
They stopped when the window leading to the laboratory was broken and an unknown young girl with blue hair entered through it.
Feli - Wow! What is this place!?
Feli, forgetting the danger, became excited about this strange room. She had never seen anything like it, and when she did, she had only heard it.
All the colored liquids caught her attention and she wanted to touch each one.
Lab worker - Who are you!? Call security!
Two scientists rushed to leave. They wanted to call the guards, but
Feli - I won't let you!
The girl was definitely faster.
With incredible speed, she ran to the two who wanted to call security and kicked them in the head, both lost consciousness and fell to the ground.
But Feli didn't stop there. She wanted to make sure that no one in the room called security. A woman was standing closest,
Lab worker - No pleas-
Despite her pleading voice, she was hit and quickly passed out. The same happened with everything else. They had neither weapons nor any combat experience, so defeating them was incredibly easy.
Feli was left alone in the room, surrounded by the lab technicians lying on the ground.
Feli - I know I was supposed to look for Kebamakio, but... but I can't!
She ran to the first station with colored liquids, potions, to be more precise.
This world has no such thing as electricity, like magnetic waves, radiation, or anything like that. Although perhaps not so much that such things do not exist, they just haven't been discovered yet. Because all these laws of nature have been replaced by elixirs. Potions can be used for anything except those that intoxicate the body; besides drug elixirs, there are many, many more. For example, the elevator, which is found in every tall building, works on the principle of a levitation potion. The massive weights that lift the elevator up, once they've done their job, are doused with a levitation potion that cancels their mass. These weights become lighter than a feather, and without weights, the elevator goes down. Of course, the mechanism behind the elevator is more complicated, but that's the main part.
Or, for example, pistols, which can also be called water weapons. They have two types of elixirs in them, one that creates water and the other that creates wind. The wind creates a mini whirlwind that shoots a drop of water with incredible impetus. A drop of water flies at incredible speed and is able to pierce almost anything. And it depends on the intensity and accumulation of wind in the gun. Some are stronger and some are weaker. The guns that the police have are built to catch, not kill. The water ball that hits the caught person will not kill them, it will only penetrate the clothes and skin a little, causing a lot of pain that immobilizes the person. Some guns also have not water in them, but different types of potions that create poisons, but are expensive and rare.
There are many more potions, and examples of them can be given endlessly.
Feli grabbed the conical flask containing the pink liquid and poured it into the second flask on the table, containing the blue liquid.
The flask into which Feli had poured the solution became hot, and a buzzing sound came from inside. The color of the solution turned yellow and the buzzing stopped.
Feli - Waaaaa....
It was enough to make the girl ecstatic. Her eyes lit up with curiosity, then she looked at the other glassware and solutions.
Feli - Filyy and Trix will manage on their own! I want to be here!
Joyful, she shouted her thoughts and got down to playing.
She poured the solutions from one to the other and watched how various reactions developed. Once the solution turned red and was terribly cold. He even froze a piece of the table. The second solution began to hiss, and then yellow, smelly smoke escaped from it. So much so that Feli had to go away and hold her nose.
Then she moved on to the test tubes. She poured a few droplets from one to another, and as soon as the droplet touched another liquid, there was a small explosion with a powerful sound.
Feli - It was just a drop and my ears hurt so much, how cool!
Thus, completely forgetting about the mission to save Makio, Feli was absorbed in having fun.
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Trix was the slowest of the three. She was still on the ground floor, which was the first floor they had broken into.
Trix - Too many! There are far too many of them! I didn't take enough bombs to waste them on unimportant guards. Damn!
She was hiding behind a column, and behind her were many bodyguards who were just waiting for her to lean out to start shooting.
She's already used 3 smoke bombs, and she can't afford to waste them like this.
Trix - Okx, again. This time, I'm going to throw and beat everyone.
She pulled out two bombs from the bag slung over her shoulder. She dropped them at the same time.
Guard - More smoke bombs! watch out! Don't let her run away!
One bomb began to spin and hiss. Purple gas flowed out of it. With the other, however, nothing but spinning happened. There was no sign of anything coming out of it, though no one noticed because the purple smoke had already obscured the view.
The guards acted as they always did. They fired blindly in the direction where the enemy should be. But after a while something changed.
Guard - Cough, cough.
Everyone in the hallway started coughing loudly. The sound of gunfire stopped and only the sounds of men could be heard.
Guard - W-what is....
They spoke with difficulty, clutching their throats. But then something even worse happened. One by one they began to fall, but not from the gas, but from the blows.
The girl who was standing behind the column was in their midst at the moment, knocking them down one by one. It was obvious she was holding her breath.
In less than a minute they were all on the floor.
Trix - Haa, haa - she panted loudly - Luckily the poison has dissipated, but haa, I've never held my breath for so long, haa.
She walked over to one of the men, who was still conscious.
Trix - Where can I find the boss's son, Asil?
Guard - You think I w-aw!
Suddenly he felt an incredible pain where his jewels were. It was Trix who crouched down and grabbed him by that sensitive spot.
Trix - Either you tell or they will be crushed.
Guard - No! Ouch! let go. Ouch! Ouch! I will tell! I will tell you!
After a dozen or so seconds of torture, the guard gave up. He's a little relieved that all his colleagues were unconscious, because thanks to that no one will remind him of it.
Trix - So?
Guard - Upstairs! He is usually on the first or second floor! But I don't know where he is now.
Trix - Thanx.
She got up and kicked him in the head, sending him to sleep too.
Trix - Fili and Feli will take care of rescuing Makio while I go for my revenge.
She smiled ominously as she entered the stairwell, which Fi had already taken care of.
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Fi - Kebamakio! Kebamakio! Where she is?
He ran blindly checking the rooms he wanted to check. So it wasn't the best way to search.
Fi - Maybe I will ask someone?
He voiced his thoughts and walked over to the bodyguard who was lying on the ground.
Fi - Hey, wake up.
He shook his shoulders, but the guard refused to wake up.
"Slap!"
He slapped him with the slap and after a while the man began to contact the world.
Fi - Where is Kebamakio?
Guard - W-who?
Fi - Kebamiakio!
Guard - I don't know who you're talking about.
Fi - Well, about Kebamakio! She makes kebabs!
However, the guard still had an expression on his face that indicated he didn't know what was going on.
Fi - All right, I think you really don't know... Then... I know! Where is the boss!? He will surely know everything, he is the boss after all!
Guard - I will not give my own boss!
Fi - Em...
He thought about the unexpected response.
Fi - ....If I hit you, will you tell me where the boss is?
He hesitantly asked this strange question, having no idea what to do in such a situation, after all, this is the first time something like this happens.
Guard - No! Never!
Fi - So... what should I do to get you to tell me where he is?
Guard - Shoot yourself in the head!
Fi - ....But then I'll die....so no! Something else!
He considered the offer seriously, but quickly gave it up.
Guard - Then I'll never tell you!
Fi - ....Okay! Then I will shoot in the head, but not in my head, but in the head of one of them.
He pointed to one of the other guards who had been knocked down by him earlier and lay unconscious.
Guard - No! Even if you shoot one of them, I won't tell you!
Fi - Hey! You told me to shoot in the head, so I shoot in the head, but not mine! So after this you tell me where the boss is!
The boy did not understand that the goal of the guard was not to shoot in the head, but to kill this particular boy.
Fi picked up the gun on the floor and aimed it at the head of the chosen guard.
Guard - Wait! Even if you shoot, I won't tell you!
Fi - You will tell me! You said you would, so you will!
This idiot was too stubborn to let go. He believed what he knew and didn't care what others thought.
But I guess it turned out for the good, because the guard got scared. He couldn't keep a poker face, he was clearly worried about his co-worker's life. Most likely, the chosen one was his acquaintance, perhaps even close ones.
Guard - Okay! I'll tell you! Just don't shoot!
Fi - What? But you said you'd tell me after I shoot!
Guard - But I'm not saying that anymore! Just stop aiming at him!
Fi - Come on then make up your mind dude!
He put the gun down, crossed his arms, and waited for the guard to speak.
Guard - The boss has an office on the second floor. That's where he stays most of the time.
Fi - Second? And what is the floor?
Guard - Fourteenth.
Fi- Ehhh!!?? I didn't need to come in here!?
He realized that he had only wasted his time coming all the way here to look for Makio. And it was enough just to look around better on the lower floors.
Fi - All right, I'm going back!
He did as he said and turned back to the stairwell, having to descend twelve flights of stairs.
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Guard - They say she hid there. The mirror assholes saw it.
Guard - Well named, they just sit on their asses in a safe room and watch us through mirrors while we risk our lives here.
Guard - We'll have to kick them out sometime and take their place, but for now, on three! One, two, three!
They opened the door and rushed into the room. They quickly recognized the situation. The blue-haired girl was standing by one of the laboratory tables, making some reactions.
Feli- Ah! They found me!
She exclaimed in surprise as many guards suddenly entered the lab.
Guard - Be careful not to aim for potions! Some are said to be worth a lot!
They all aimed at the young girl and pulled the trigger. Droplets of water flew towards her with incredible speed. Fortunately, she had time to react, and with a wave of her wings flew up.
Feli- Hehe! Now I have a chance to use these colorful liquids!
Avoiding the bullets, she flew to one of the tables and as quickly as she could, grabbed one flask with a yellow liquid and threw it towards the guards. The stock was pierced by the shot and its contents splashed in the middle of the floor.
Feli - And now this!
She grabbed a second flask with a red liquid inside and threw it in the same place. This time the butt missed the bullets and crashed to the floor, and the moment the two fluids merged, there was an awfully loud sound, and an explosion, although the explosion was not as large as the sound might indicate.
What's more, sparks flew to every side, hot enough to ignite anything that could be ignited.
With the explosion, each of the guards jumped back. Everyone, even Feli, had their ears squealing at the sound so loud.
Sparks from the explosion reached the guards, igniting their clothes
Feli - Oh no! Fire! I started a fire!
Panic broke out inside and outside the corridor.
Guard - Take the lab technicians! And let's save ourselves!
The unconscious lab technicians Feli had previously defeated were taken to a safer place, though the fire was spreading fast enough that it was not known where a safe place might be.
Feli was separated from the corridor. She had no way to go because she cut off the way with fire. Instead, she had another exit, a window.
She jumped out the window, stopping in the air. She flew higher and flew back inside through the window that had been broken as she had escaped the previous time. She found herself in a dilapidated locker room that looked even worse than the first time she'd been here. Interestingly, she took with her a couple of potions, a dozen test tubes, closed with a cork. She held them against her body with her left hand. She wanted to keep playing with them after the mission was complete and show them to Fi and Trix.
Feli - I wonder if Filyy and Trix have already found Makio...? I will look for them.
She walked out into the corridor and headed for the stairs, going up.
There was a fire fuss on the lower levels, most of the guards either ran upstairs or downstairs or stayed to put out the fire. This means that she didn't meet many guards along the way. Without any problems, she entered the upper floors, getting to the ground floor, where everyone started.
Feli - I think they went upstairs....?
She went to the next floor and heard gunshots. She ran to where they were coming from.
??? - What's wrong with you!? You can't even kill one girl!?
She finally saw the scene that was taking place there.
Feli - Trix!
Trix - Feli! Did you find Makio?
Feli - No, and neither you?
Trix - Me taking care of my revenge.
She pointed to the room where the door was open.
Asil was inside. The same one who had tricked and laughed at her yesterday. There were a couple of guards around him, and a few were outside the room as well. The door to the room was open because Trix had previously dropped a smoke bomb there, and the colored gas had to be disposed of somehow.
Trix, on the other hand, hid behind a thick concrete pillar, waiting for an opportunity to attack.
Feli - Help you?
Trix - No thanx, I can handle it myself. You better go find Fili and Makio.
Feli - Sure!
Feli was also hidden behind a pillar.
Feli - By the way, look what I found!
Trix looked at the test tubes held over her shoulder. They were all closed with corks, so the liquid that was there had no way to escape.
Trix - What is it? Did you find a lab or a depot?
Feli - Labo! There were even more of these, but I started a fire and had to run.
Trix - Fire!?
Feli - Exactly! It's on fire, so better get out of here.
Trix - Say the same to Fi and I'll settle my case. And one more thing...
Feli - ?
Trix reached out to Feli and grabbed a pair of test tubes.
Trix - Are they doing something? It would be nice if they exploded.
Feli - I don't know, but give it back! It is mine!
Trix - Oh, don't be like that. We'll experiment with it later!
Feli - ...
She didn't like this solution.
Trix - Come on, go find Fi.
Feli - ...so be it.
She puffed out her cheeks in displeasure, but decided to obey nonetheless.
The girl deftly escaped from this place and ran up the stairs, however, her search skills were the same as her brother's. She went where she wanted without much logic, so she bypassed the second floor where Fi was now and continued upstairs.
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Fi - Haa, haa.... I'm sick of running up the stairs!
He was annoyed as he finally reached the second floor where the guard said the boss should be.
Fi - Where is the boss!
He shouted with his hands held high, betraying his position to security.
There were a lot of guards on this floor. Not surprising, considering that this is where the most important person in the entire building is located. Once again, a battle began in which Fi prevailed in strength. He beat one after another until they were all down, maybe 15 of them.
Fi - Hey where's the boss?!
He grabbed one by the shirt and lifted it to his head.
Guard - Down the corridor, second door on the left.
He didn't turn out to be very loyal, because he immediately betrayed the location of his boss. Or maybe he was already sure that defeating this amazing boy was impossible and gave up. Either way, Fi knew the way, so he headed where he had indicated. Except that he threw the questioned guy over his shoulder and ran with him.
Guard - Hey! What are you doing, leave me!
Fi - No.
Guard - ....Put me down!
Confused by such a short answer, he again ordered the boy to leave him. But since the boy had no intention of doing so, the guard began to break free.
Fi - No! If the boss tells me where Kebamakio is, you'll take me there!
The boy did not intend to let go of the guard and only gripped him tighter. He had no problems running with that weight. He turned down the hall and,
Suddenly he was caught by a barrage of shots. Another 10 guards stood in front of the boss's office.
Fi - You're a pain in the ass!
He threw the man he was holding to the floor and ran with incredible speed to the guards, dodging almost all the bullets. Rarely, because rarely, but sometimes bullet scratches appeared on his body, which was happening right now, on his leg and arm.
Due to the fact that the boy was among them, the guards gave up shooting, instead they started an attack with fists and sticks. The blows flew out one after the other, but Fi either dodged them or parried them. Many tried to pin him down, but he pushed them back with unprecedented force. Sometimes he kicked someone in the leg, which caused his bone to break. He sent many to the walls. Some, not wanting to suffer pain, pretended that they were unable to continue fighting and remained in a lying position.
The boy once again dealt with the group of guards.
Fi - Haa, I'm tired. Why are there so many of you here?
He went back for the guard he had thrown to the ground earlier. He swung him over his shoulder and walked with him to the door.
Fi - Where is Kebamakio!
He shouted as the door opened, but the room was empty. There he found neither the boss, nor the guards, nor Makio.
Fi - Hey! You said he'd be here!
Guard - Can you even count?! This is the third door, not the second! Have you even seen which room the guards are guarding!?
Fi - Ah, got the rooms wrong, my fault.
He turned to leave, but stopped and didn't take a step further.
Fi - I don't want to.
Guard - ?
Fi - I'm sick of coming back! First I was up to see the sky, then I went down and it turned out that Kebamakio had been kidnapped, so I had to go back. Then I came in here, went up, and found out I had to go down again! I'm tired of going back! I'm not going to turn back from this room to go into some other room!
He wasn't saying this to the guard or anyone else, but to himself. And since he was stubborn, he intended to keep his word.
Guard - What, are you going to stay here like this?
Fi - No, I'm moving on.
Guard - But how if you're not going to leave?
Fi - Will break through the wall.
Guard - Eh?
Fi dropped the man to the ground again, stood against the wall, and prepared to strike.
Guard - Are you kidding me!? You can't break through concrete!
The boy, ready to strike back, slammed into the wall. But, the result was not what he expected. There was a small dent in the wall and that was it.
Fi - Ouch! It hurt like I had hit a stone!
Guard - Because it's a stone!
Fi - Oh, yes.
He agreed with the guard when he realized this.
Fi - Well, I'll try a different way.
The boy prepared to strike again, but this time his hand turned black, as if he was wearing armor. Just like what happened yesterday when he tried to parry a metal baseball bat.
He hit the wall with all his might and,
broke through. Not much, though, because a hole the size of his fist had formed.
Guard - How you....!
The man couldn't believe what he had just seen. This boy broke through a concrete wall! It was impossible!
Fi - Okay, again!
And once again, he hit the wall with all his might, right next to the previous hole.
The hole widened even more, but not enough for him to squeeze through, so he struck again. And again, and again, and again. Until he finally fit in there.
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Girl - Got it! I found it!
She said holding up some two papers.
Boy - Are you sure these are the exact ones?
He walked over to her to examine the blueprints she was holding.
Girl - Of course, I wouldn't make such a stupid mistake as finding the wrong ones. You weren't even needed here.
The girl rejected him, not hiding her reluctance towards him.
The boy did not protest and gave up the idea of checking whether the plans of the building were correct.
Girl - Now we have to get out of here.
She walked over to the door and opened it slightly. She looked and saw no one.
Girl - All clear.
She stepped out into the corridor, followed by the young man. They knew the way back and that's what they tried to get back to.
Guard - Hurry down! Apparently the boss is trapped!
They heard a couple of guards heading up the stairs from another part of the corridor.
Girl - The attack continues... I wonder if we can go back the same way.
Guard - Hey did you hear that!? It's on fire on the lower floors! We have to get out of here before it gets hot! Literally!
Again they heard the guards running up the stairs shouting more information.
Girl - Fire!? It's a good thing we came here today and not tomorrow, it wouldn't be good if this blueprint burned.
She looked at the backpack she was carrying on her back. That's where she hid the papers earlier.
Boy - But now we don't know if we can go the same way.
Girl - That's right... Let's go to the monitoring room, we'll see what the situation is in the building.
Boy - I guess we weren't supposed to show up.
Girl - They will think we are together with these attackers.
They headed to the room used to monitor the entire building.
Girl - A lot of them lie here...
They walked up the main staircase where Fi had been up earlier and Feli a little later.
Boy - Don't you think it's weird, there are only guards who work here, I don't see any enemies.
Girl - You're right... If it was one of us, I wouldn't be surprised, but could the untouched really do such a thing? .....Anyway, let's go look at the surveillance.
Boy - ...
He didn't say anything, just silently agreed with her.
Girl - And let's watch out for mirrors, we haven't broken those yet.
They went to the floor where the monitor was located. The girl pointed to a round, white thing in the upper corner of the corridor.
Girl - We can't get past them. Compared to the entire building, there are a lot of them here.
She said as she looked around the corridor a bit more. There were white round mirrors in different corners. There were more of them than on any other floor, so that the threat was immediately noticed and eliminated before it took over the most important communication point.
Boy - Let's just destroy them.
Girl - No, they will immediately notice that....! Hey!
Before the girl could finish her sentence, the boy threw a pistol he had just picked up from the staircase towards the mirror.
Girl - So you started! And wasn't it easier to shoot?
Boy - I have a weak aim.
Girl - Haa... Well, now they'll probably send someone from security. It's because of you, so you fight.
Boy - Let it be. |
Victor, all happy, was going to his mother, who lived on the outskirts of the lower part of the underground city. He did not have a good relationship with her, she kicked her son out of the house when he turned 14 and wanted nothing to do with him.
So did Victor, after being kicked out of the house, he had no intention of ever seeing her again, and yet today he decided to see her. Not because he missed her, because he didn't feel anything good about her. He wanted to show off, to make her jealous, to make her regret that she had once kicked him out of the house. From today he was to stop being a roadside stray and worthless garbage, after today's win of a round million teri, his life was to change.
Nothing could spoil today, even if his mother didn't care that he became rich, it couldn't spoil his mood. He could step in dog poop and still consider himself the luckiest man in the world.
And in this angelically good mood, he walked through the musty and old streets. One of his hands was in the pocket of his sweatshirt, holding the winning ticket firmly inside. He believed that it would be safest if this most important piece of paper in the world would be with him all the time, in his hand.
He imagined all the luxuries that awaited him. Beautiful large apartment on the surface, with a breath of fresh air, away from any smelly drunks. Beautiful girls, each exotic, of a different race, fawning over him. Kissing his neck, rubbing his back and telling him how handsome he is. And most important of all, he could buy the best stuff in town. The most expensive drug elixirs that ever existed. Giving a divine effect. They were the ones that occupied his mind the most.
However, something suddenly interrupted him from daydreaming. His rabbit ears, with very good hearing, retracted in the blink of an eye, and he covered his head with both hands. And he did it because he heard a powerful explosion coming from the fifth floor of the building he was under. He was shaking like a coward trying to stop the squeaking coming to his ears. And a moment later he got scared when he saw two people falling down.
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Feli held the Trix with one hand, like a prince holding a princess.
'Trix' - You're like a prince charming - she commented on the way she was held.
'Feli' - At your service princess - She played with her.
Together, she slowly descended after both of them were pushed out of the room by the explosion. After a while, the girls landed near the man cowering in fear. Feli let go of Trix and they both breathed a sigh of relief.
'Trix' - It was really close.
'Feli' - Yes! But luckily nothing happened - She smiled widely.
'Trix' - Are you sure? You covered me, so I guess if anyone got hit, you got hit.
'Feli' - I'm fine! Just a little back hurts and that's it - She put her hands on her hips and puffed out her breasts being confident.
But then Trix spotted the man behind Feli.
He pointed at Feli with a shaking hand, trying to mumble:
'Victor' - S-s-s...she...she...Her-her...back...
Trix didn't know what this stranger meant, so she walked around Feli and stood by the stranger to see Feli from his point of view. And when she finally noticed what the man was looking at, her pupils dilated and she immediately asked to be sure.
'Trix' - Feli, are you sure it only hurts "a little"?
'Feli' - Yes, just a little - she said without concern.
However, Trix knew that what happened to Feli should hurt much more. In addition to the fact that you could easily see her naked back, naked bottom and naked legs, there was blood everywhere. The explosion of the bomb caused her clothes to be ruined and her whole back of her body was badly injured. Her skin peeled away in many places, revealing pink flesh and blood. Although, to be honest, the wounds didn't look very deep, there were just a lot of them.
'Trix' - Feli, you better look at your back.
'Feli' - ? Did something happen?
She turned her head and looked at her backside, and finally understood what Trix was so worried about.
'Feli' - You know... So suddenly it hurt me a lot, really a lot.
She was slightly shocked at the state of her back. Despite this, she didn't seem to lose her cool and was quite calm.
'Trix' - You should probably lie down and not move.
'Feli' - Okay! - She began to descend to the level of the floor - Ouch! Ouch! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!
'Trix' - But don't lie on your back you idiot!!!
Feli, instead of lying on her stomach as she should have, she lay down on her injured back and still wonders why her back hurts more! But right after Trix's shouted remark, she corrected herself and turned onto her stomach, already staying in that position.
'Trix' - Hey you! She pointed at the man - Go and call an ambulance.
'Victor' - Me?
'Trix' - Who else? I'm not leaving my friend alone, go find an emergency booth and call an ambulance!
'Victor' - B-but...
'Trix' - NOW! - She screamed at the top of her voice.
'Victor' - O-okay! - He agreed anxiously.
Victor ran out of the alley they were in and looked over the lifebooth.
By using communication mirrors instead of telephones in this world, it is much more difficult to communicate over long distances. One mirror is connected to one mirror. If you have 100 friends and you want to connect with everyone, you need 100 different mirrors. For this reason, the ambulance, fire brigade or municipal police can be called only from emergency booths, in which there are mirrors connected to these services. Thanks to this, instead of many thousands, emergency services need only a few hundred communicators.
There are at least 200 booths throughout the city, they are placed in visible and easily accessible places. So it wasn't long before Victor found one and called the emergency services.
At the same time, Trix was hanging out with Feli. She was sitting on the dirty ground right next to the lying and injured girl.
'Trix' - I'm not sure if I should stay here. When the ambulance comes, they will definitely ask for my ID number. And I don't know what will happen when they find out I don't have any.
'Feli' - [ID number?] - She said in her mind - You can't stay here! They can't find out you don't have a number!
'Trix' - Why did you suddenly scream? Do you know what will happen when they find out?
Feli remembered what she had learned yesterday. If it turns out that someone does not have a number and therefore does not take injections, they will kill him so as not to cause rumors and, as a result, rebellion. Trix, who doesn't have a number, couldn't stay with her.
'Feli' - No... I don't know anything - She looked at the floor - But you can't stay here anyway. So go now.
'Trix' - ?
She noticed that Feli had lied at first, but she didn't decide to ask her about it, instead she got up and was ready to leave, but before that, "Well, I can't leave you like this," she said as she looked again at her fallen friend.
'Feli' - How come you can't when you can? Just go away and that's it.
'Trix' - It's not that I can't leave, it's just... - She walked over to Feli, taking off her blood-red jacket and covered Feli's completely naked buttocks with it - Some pervert would come and look at you.
'Feli' - Oh, that was it. Thanks! But go!
'Trix' - We'll meet at the hospital!
'Feli' - Okay, bye!
Trix left the scene.
And not long after she left, Victor returned.
'Victor' - Eh? And where is the one-eyed one? She just screamed that she couldn't leave you, and now she's gone?
'Feli' - I told her to go away.
'Victor' - Did you quarrel?
'Feli' - No, it's for her safety.
'Victor' - What? - He began to look around uneasily - Is there anything dangerous here?
'Feli' - As long as you have an identification number, everything is safe. Do you have an identification number?
'Victor' - Well, just like everyone else - he was surprised by this question.
'Feli' - So everything is safe!
'Victor' - Oh... - He scratched his ear, not knowing what the girl was talking about.
The man walked over to the wall, leaned against it, and then sat down on the ground.
'Feli' - Mr Bunny stays here?
'Victor' - Yes, I gave my ID via komi*, so if I go anywhere I'll probably get fined. Besides, today is the happiest day of my life, so even staying here with you won't spoil my day.
*komi is short for communication mirror.
'Feli' - Yes? What happened? - She was curious.
Victor smiled superiorly. He puffed out his chest and proudly was about to announce:
'Victor' - Well, today I won the ticket - he reached into his sweatshirt pocket - I won the ticket - He repeated himself, still rummaging in his pocket - I won the ticket ... - He repeated this time looking in the other pocket, and then in his pants - My won ticket - He rapidly began to comb all the corners of his clothes, even took off his shoes to see if maybe his winnings were hidden there. But he couldn't find a scratch card anywhere - My scratch card! Where is it!?
In bitterness he shouted at the top of his voice. He began to search not only close to him, but all over the street where they were. He looked under the concrete scraps that had fallen down with Feli and Trix. He walked over to Feli and picked her up, and she made a surprised face and continued to stare at what the man was doing.
Unable to find a scratch card on that alley, he decided to search all the alleys he had passed while looking for the lifebooth, but that didn't turn up either.
Finally, resigned, he returned to Fela's vicinity, approached the wall and sat down on the cold concrete, leaning against it.
'Victor' - No. I don't have my scratch card. - He said in an empty and sad voice - THERE IS NO MY WIN!!! - He screamed as loud as he could, then fell silent and stared at the gray floor.
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Immediately after descending to the secret escape route, Bernar reached into his pocket and pulled out a komi. He opened the casket-like device and heard a voice coming from the object.
'Coin' - Bernar? Something happened? - His younger brother spoke up on the other side.
'Bernar' - Do you remember where the secret passage from the office ended?
'Coin' - The one we always used to play?
'Bernar' - Yes.
'Coin' - I think I remember. Go there?
'Bernar' - Yes, but hide and just watch if anyone comes out. When you see the boss, just follow him so you can tell me where he is later. You can do it?
'Coin' - Sure! I'm going there - He sounded happy.
The two closed the komi, hanging up. Bernar continued his journey through an empty, narrow and long tunnel, while Coin moved away from the enemy base, and headed to the place where the secret exit supposedly ended.
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All tired, he walked slowly with his head down. For a long time, Fi ran around the city looking for the rest of his friends, but he was unable to find anyone.
'Fi' - I could have waited until they said where the base is... - He said with displeasure.
He took his hands out of his pockets and scratched his head. He was standing at the intersection of two streets, somewhere on the outskirts of the underground city.
He wondered which of the three directions he should go. To choose, he decided to spin with his eyes closed.
So he covered his vision with his eyelids and spun around a couple of times while standing in the same place, and while spinning he had one hand outstretched, with his index finger pointing forward.
Finally, he stopped and looked at which of the passages he had drawn.
'Fi' - Isn't that where I came from? - He tilted his head trying to remember - What's the difference - He dismissed the problem with the proverbial wave of his hand and went towards the passage that he had drawn.
He took a few steps and then stopped as he saw a familiar figure.
'Fi' - Isn't it Coin?
He pondered, watching as a familiar figure, walking on crutches, discreetly watched the men walking behind the building.
Fi, came up behind him so Coin didn't see him, and then the boy touched his shoulder, which immediately scared the disabled boy. He was startled and jumped back a few inches, then looked in the direction from which he had been touched.
'Coin' -
F-Fi? I almost had a heart attack!
- He shouted in a whisper.
'Fi' - Hi hi! Sorry, sorry - He was proud of how well he managed to sneak - What are you doing? Is this part of the plan? - He asked what interested him most.
'Coin' - See these guys? - He looked at the boss and his two bodyguards.
'Fi' - Yeah, what about them?
'Coin' - The one in the middle is the gang boss, I'm supposed to follow him.
'Fi' - Extra! So we're like ninjas stalking the villain - He stood on one leg and assumed the stance that comic book ninjas do.
'Coin' - Something... like that - He thought the position Fi took was totally idiotic.
'Fi' - By the way, while I'm here, should I beat them? - He pointed at the boss.
'Coin' - No! I was just supposed to watch him, and Bernar would do the rest.
'Fi' - Okay, back to the ninja mission!
They both watched the boss for less than a minute until they heard footsteps. Then a familiar voice reached their ears:
'Bernard' - Stop! This is detective Bernar Lezar. You are arrested on charges of trafficking illegal substances and conducting illegal activities!
The boss and his two bodyguards turned to see Bernar pointing his gun at them.
'Boss' - Detained? Are you trying to put your own father behind bars, Bernar!? - He seemed furious.
'Bernar' - You're not my father, I don't consider you my father for a long time. Address me as a guard right now!
'Boss' - Now what? You got a promotion at work, you're popular, you're even in the papers! Suddenly you're so brave that you're up against three more experienced guys!? With courage you took your mind! Drop your gun and walk away, and I'll forget what happened today!
'Bernard' - I won't do it! I've come to arrest you, and I'm going to do it!
Fi and Coin watched this unusual spectacle intently. Fi was surprised to learn that the boss they wanted to catch turned out to be Bernar's father, and probably Coin's as well. However, something else caught his attention at the moment. He was looking at the boss and at his hand, which he slowly reached behind his back, while the conversation with Bernar was still going on.
Finally, the boss seemed to catch something, and a small, barely visible smile appeared on his face. This alarmed Fi, who jumped up suddenly and ran to Bernar.
At the same moment, the boss unexpectedly, in the middle of the conversation, pulled out a pistol and without a moment's thought fired a water projectile.
Fi had already reached Bernar, lunged at him, intending to shove him out of the way of the shot, but it was too late.
The shot pierced the side of Bernar's abdomen and lodged. Bernar fell to the ground and shrieked in pain. He clenched his teeth hard, trying to keep his mind clear.
'Coin' - Bernar! - Right after Bernar fell to the ground, Coin came running to him, and he did it really agile considering he still had a sprained ankle.
'Boss' - Were you involved in this too!?
He aimed at Coin, who was sitting above Bernar, and pulled the trigger. However, this time the bullet didn't even get close to the target. Fi stood in front of Coin and deflected a drop of water flying towards him with his black armored hand.
Then, so fast that the boss and his bodyguards didn't even have time to react, he ran to them and hit the bodyguard standing on the right in the head. He involuntarily fell to the ground and never got up.
'Boss' - Eh!? - He was so stunned that he could only stand there and watch Fi aim at him this time.
Luckily for him, the other guard reacted faster than he did. He fired a pistol shot from behind his employer, and the latter, flying towards Fi, brushed against his head, causing a bloody red line on his forehead.
Fi jumped back and wiped the dripping blood. He hadn't expected such a quick reaction from the untouched, so he didn't have time to cover his head with a black coating.
Milliseconds later, the boy prepared for another attack, this time paying attention to the bodyguard standing behind the boss. He jumped from bent legs straight at the boss, at the same time another bullet was fired by the bodyguard. This time, however, Fi spotted it and managed to shield himself from it, thus continuing the attack.
First, he hit the boss in the stomach, which made him doubled over, and then he finished the bent-in-half man by kicking him in the head with his leg.
Moments after taking out the boss, he went after the last bodyguard, whom he also quickly knocked down, as well as the previous two.
'Fi' - And it's over! - He said straight and proud.
But he quickly remembered the shot Bernar and turned to him.
Coin was sitting on his lap, close to his brother, a komi in his hand, probably calling an ambulance. He found the lifebooth while Fi was fighting with the boss.
'Coin' - Yes, yes, he bleeds a lot. Yes, he's breathing... - he was answering questions from the person on the other side. - ... Is someone with me? He looked at Fi, who understood the question and nodded "No." - No one is with me - he replied.
Coin was not to hang up, so Fi just waved his hand and walked away.
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Coin was as tense as he was worried. Sitting outside the operating room, he waited for the doctor's verdict.
'Feli' - Yo! I didn't know I'd find you here!
'Coin' - Feli? What are you doing here?
He was surprised to see a familiar face. However, he realized from her hospital clothes that she had been hospitalized here.
'Feli' - Behind my back the bomb made me a big BOOM! And scratched my back, ha ha, not bad!
'Coin' - It's good that you're so positive about it. Are you sure you'll recover quickly?
'Feli' - The doctor said it would take a few weeks.
She walked over to the seat next to Coin and sat down hard on it.
'Feli' - Ouch! I forgot I can't sit or lean! - She immediately returned to her standing position.
'Coin' - Are you okay?
'Feli' - Ouch... yes, yes, I'm fine, only now, for the next few minutes, everything will hurt me. What are you doing here anyway?
'Coin' - Haa ... - He sighed after remembering what he was waiting for - Bernar ... was shot, I'm waiting for the doctor's statement about what will happen to him.
'Feli' - Shot!? What happened anyway, because I don't know anything? - She asked curiously.
After that, Coin explained exactly how he met Fi, how Bernar ran in front of the boss, and how Fi beat them all.
'Feli' - Wait! This boss was your father!? - She looked at Coin with eyes shining with interest.
'Coin' - Well... My family is not a big secret... I can tell you a bit...
'Feli' - Uhm! - She vigorously nodded her head in the "Yes" sign.
'Coin' - Well.... My mother was a really beautiful woman, at least that's what my father and brother said, because I don't remember her very well. She was also very entertaining and didn't follow the rules. She ventured into the most dangerous places in the city and had fun with the gangs. That's how she met my father, then the head of a small gang. They both fell in love with each other, but it was bad luck that at the same time the son of the boss of one of the largest gangs, or rather the mafia, fell in love with her. My mother shunned him and said she had already chosen who she wanted to be with, but the son of a mob boss wouldn't give up. So a few years passed, and my elder brother, Bernar, was born. My mother and my father hid his existence from, this time, the mob boss he became after his father's death.
Now that he was a Mafia boss, he had more power, which is why my mother didn't want to tell him about her baby out of fear of him. However, the mob boss eventually found out that his lover and his adversary had a child together. He got angry at this news, and in revenge he decided to rape my mother. For this purpose, he invited her to his place. She accepted the invitation, not suspecting what might happen. Apparently, the boss put rape pills in her glass and then... you know what happened.
My mother didn't want to tell my dad so he wouldn't do anything stupid, but it turned out that she had gotten pregnant by a mafia boss, and she couldn't keep it a secret any longer. My father got furious and called the mafia to war. And let me add that after the birth of the child, Asil, my mother gave it to the boss, not wanting to have anything to do with him. Next... My father's quite large gang and the mafia were already in a war that lasted almost 4 years. My mother had had enough of it, she thought having another baby would make my father relax a bit and take care of the family, but after I was born, that didn't happen. My father was as furious as he was at the beginning and did not want to end the war until he won.
Then my mother... had another idea. If she started this war, maybe it will end when she disappears too. That's why my mother... committed suicide by jumping off the balcony in front of my father and saying, "Take care of the children." She wanted the war to end this way and the children to have a normal childhood, but it didn't happen. My father took it differently. My mother died for the children, so it's the children's fault that she died. Instead of blaming himself and the gang war, he blamed Bernar and me. He started drinking and... bullied us, mainly Bernar, because he was protecting me. That was until Bernar turned 16 and decided to leave home with me.
Bernar now hates gangs, mafia and everything related to them and wants to get rid of them. And to be honest, I think it's very cool and I would like it myself. Even the day before yesterday I tried to do something about the thugs who robbed this kebab shop, but I was too weak and I got beaten up... I'm not fit for this...
In summary, this is my family history and Bernar is truly amazing for surviving all this and taking care of me so... I wouldn't want anything to happen to him now.
'Feli' - Big brothers are the best!
'Coin' - Yes. Fi is your older brother, right?
'Feli' - Yes, and he's amazing! He took care of me, too, when our mother left... - She stuttered - I mean, she died.
*****
Feli recalled one of the events of her childhood in her imagination.
She remembers how she once wanted to invite the local children to play together. She approached, inviting them to follow her to where Fi was, already with the game ready. However, not only were the children unwilling to play, they also began to insult her. They pointed out that she only had one arm. They said it was disgusting, that she was a monster. They were terrible.
They burst out laughing at her. Feli knew the children were laughing at her, but she joined in their happiness anyway and started laughing at herself. In this way, she wanted to show that she does not care about insults, that she forgives them and that she still wants to play with them.
But after that, the kids called her weird, said she had something wrong with her head. Feli slowly couldn't take it anymore, she wanted to pretend to be strong, but she couldn't, tears started to fall from her eyes and then,
her older brother touched her shoulder. Seeing his little sister crying, he became furious at the children who insulted her. And out of this rage, he began to fight them. And being much stronger than all of them, the children had no chance against him. He beat them until they all started crying and saying, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
After he caught a bigger breath, he turned to Feli, who was standing behind him, still crying. He walked over to her and hugged her, saying, "Let's go play alone!" The girl smiled slightly and nodded to him, wanting to play only with him.
*****
'Coin' - Fi is really strong, he easily defeated my father and his bodyguards.
'Feli' - Right!? - She was proud of her brother - I'm sure that if he was in my place, nothing would happen to him.
'Coin' - I'm not so sure, it was a bomb blast after all, something would happen to anyone...
'Feli' - But not to Filyy! He's too strong for that!
'Coin' - If you say so...
'Feli' - Yes... And I would like to be stronger than him someday, so that I would protect him, not the other way around!
'Coin' - I'd like that with my brother too, so he can rely on me. I want to get stronger...
'Feli' - Then - She extended her hand to him with her little finger sticking out - Let's make a promise to each other that we will be strong enough to protect our brothers! She said with a smile on her lips.
'Coin' - ... - for a moment he did not know how to react, but after a moment he smiled and said - Yes - He closed his little finger around Feli's finger, blushing slightly - So that our brothers can rely on us.
They waved their hands making a promise.
'???' - Mr. Coin Lezar? - The doctor came over to them.
'Coin' - Yes!? - He immediately stood up.
'Doctor' - The operation was successful and the patient woke up. You can meet him.
'Coin' - Really!? Thank you very much!
'Feli' - Bye! I'll meet you later! - She didn't want to interrupt the visit and left.
Coin said goodbye to her as well, then opened the door to Bernar's room. He entered the room.
Bernar was lying on the bed, dressed in hospital clothes. Coin walked over to a chair near the bed and sat down. And without even asking what condition his older brother is in, he said:
'Coin' - I think I'm in love.
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Fi was sitting in his apartment. He learned from the Trix that Feli would be staying in the hospital tonight, so he had the whole bed to himself.
He was sitting on the couch that was also their bed. He was killing time bouncing a soft ball off the wall and catching it.
'Fi' - If I had been faster, I would have saved that one.... If I had been more careful, I wouldn't have gotten shot in the head.... I want to be stronger - He said decisively, with great determination in his eyes.
Arc 2
End |
Most have never even seen the sky. It is covered by a large layer of black dust, as is the entire planet. Floating dust in the atmosphere causes plants to fail to grow, lungs to choke, and the weak to die. Therefore, intelligent beings took refuge in dome cities. Surrounded on all sides by a transparent, air-permeable, dust-retaining coating, these were cities that looked like snow globes.
The city was definitely bigger than you might think looking at it from above, because most of it was underground. The buildings underground were shaped like columns, which not only served as housing, but also as supports to keep the surface from collapsing.
The underground city was divided into two more layers, upper and lower. Lower was famous for its poverty. It was the place where the poorest part of the city lived. You can't say that it was dark and black there, but there was definitely a gloomy atmosphere there. The stuffy air stood still. The smells of alcohol and dirt combined to create an unpleasant stench to which the inhabitants had become accustomed. The sound of breaking glass and arguing came from all directions.
In one of the narrow and dark alleys of this gloomy city, a boy was leaning against the wall. The gloomy climate didn't seem to affect him. He was happy like an idiot holding a toy in his hands, a water game. It was a small green box filled with water where you need to put rings on the pillars.
Biting his tongue in concentration, he tried to arrange all the circles on the two piles that were there. Nine circles were already filled, and he only had the last one left. He pressed the button, the ring flew up, touched the pillar, brushed against it, but unfortunately it didn't get stuck on it, it just fell down.
The boy, already sweating on his forehead, pressed the button again to raise the ring again. He tilted the toy so that the ring landed where it was supposed to, and from what he could see, the ring was about to impale on the peg. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, preparing himself for a surprise.
After a moment he opened them, looked at the toy for the last ring, and saw this particular one lying with the other rings hanging on a pillar.
Boy - Yes! I did it! I did it!
Joyful, he jumped with his hands held high.
Boy - Yeeeaaah!!
He continued to make movements that indicated his happiness. He spun around and jumped on his feet a few more times, moving his whole body.
Boy - I'll show it Felyy! Hehe, I won again!
Smiling widely, he was already thinking about his sister's face when she saw his achievement.
Again he leaned against the wall of the narrow and dark alley, looked at the water game in his right hand, his pupils dilated in surprise, and his smile instantly changed to a half-moon signifying sadness. He fell to his knees with tears in his eyes.
Boy - W..w..why!?
All the rings that were on the pillar a moment ago were again at the bottom of the box. His sudden jumps stirred the contents of the toy, causing the circles to change their positions.
His sadness, however, did not last too long, because after a while he clapped his hands, jumped up from his knees and clenched his fists saying,
Boy - Again!
His eyes were full of determination, even though he was playing a simple children's game...
Again, he leaned against the cold wall, which he could feel even wearing a black sweatshirt, and underneath it, a red T-shirt with a print of a llama eating ice cream. His loose and comfortable pants were black, and he wore red sports sneakers. The black hair growing on his head was tousled and tossed in different directions. And quite a standout element for us is a black horn growing on the right side of his skull, and two fangs in his teeth. The boy was of average height with a predisposition to further body development. He was quite pretty, and cute, but with his constant smile, he also looked like an idiot.
He started to work with his toy again until he heard footsteps approaching him; in the plain and empty alley the echo was quite loud. He looked towards the sound and saw a man with a hooded head enter the alley.
Upon approaching it, the boy noticed that he had bunny ears. He was a skinny werebeast with an ugly complexion, about 30 years old. He didn't look or smell the best, but that wasn't unusual in this part of town.
Bunny - Do you have anything?
He stood uncertainly in front of the boy. His voice was hoarse and quiet.
Boy - Yeah
The boy did not care about his appearance. He put the toy game in his pocket, then reached into the other one on the opposite side of his sweatshirt and pulled out a small vial with a yellow liquid inside. It was a small, narrow, no more than 5 cm high glass container with a screw cap. It fit easily in the hand.
The boy handed the vial to the stranger, and at that time Bunny handed him the previously counted paper money.
The boy accepted the money and put it in his trouser pocket. After taking the vial, without saying anything else, the drug addict walked away a few steps when-
??? - Stop! Hands up and don't move!
Two men, whose uniforms meant they were city guards, ran into the alley. They held weapons that could be compared to pistols. One of them looked like a half-bear, and the other was covered with red scales, similar to a lizard.
Bunny - Shit!? They always let us off, why now they decided to act?
The man with the bunny ears looked surprised and terrified. Usually the guards pretended not to see the illegal sales, but this time, unfortunately, they decided to act.
Boy - Eh, what's going on?
However, the boy did not seem so smart and intelligent to feel the danger. He looked as if he had no idea what was going on and why the guards who were running towards them were pointing their guns at them.
Bunny - Run or we'll go to jail!
The man noticed the boy's indecision, so he helped him make a decision. Immediately after that, he began running away from the guards through the narrow alley. The boy, who still didn't seem to understand the situation, did as he was told and also started running away.
Boy - But why are they chasing us?
As he ran, he crossed his arms, which would have been difficult for a normal person to run, and began to think deeply about the situation.
Bunny - How come why? Because we both have illegal substances, you trade them and I buy!
Boy - Illegal?
He asked as if he did not understand the statement at all, only to open his mouth wide after a moment and scream,
Boy - Wait a minute! So the yellow stuff is illegal?
He directed the question to the man running beside him, who wasn't sure if it was a serious question. But the boy's face clearly indicated that he had no idea about the crime he was doing.
Bunny - Huh? Are you stupid or what!? How could you not know that!?
Boy - But nobody told me it was illegal work! I had no idea!
Bunny - You sell small vials of drug elixir, in a narrow and dark alley, to guys who hide all the time and look like me, and you didn't think this job might be illegal?!
He stared in disbelief at the boy, who looked at him with a serious expression on his face and replied,
Boy - Well, no. I did not think about it.
The drug addict's jaw dropped when he thought how much of an idiot this boy was.
Boy - But you said that yellow thing was illegal?
He quickly accepted the essence of his work and moved on to the next topic.
Bunny - Yes... and?
Boy - And it does some cool stuff, doesn't it?
He looked at the vial with glowing eyes. He smiled widely, eager to try this unfamiliar liquid.
Bunny - Hey! We have bigger problems right now!
He reminded him that they were on the chase right now and were running away from the guards.
"Bang! Bang!"
They heard two shots aimed at them, though not as loud as the guns from our world.
Bunny - Oh no, no no! I don't want to die!
You can call him a coward by the way he gets scared by the sound of bullets. There were tears of fear in his eyes and he began to shake his pants. Fortunately, neither of the two bullets hit them, and they both continued to run away.
Boy - If you're so scared, why are you running so slowly?
Bunny - Huh?
He looked at the boy running next to him with teary eyes. In contrast to him, the boy wasn't scared at all, on the contrary, he looked excited. Plus, he didn't look tired at all, while bunny was barely breathing.
Bunny - Ne.. Never mind! Damn...
He shook his head to clear unnecessary thoughts.
Bunny - Now we have to figure out how to escape them, nothing else matters.
He looked at the road ahead. They ran all the time through narrow, unfrequented streets, turning from time to time into another alley.
Bunny - Maybe...
Boy - Hey, bunny! - He called his companion.
Bunny - ?
Boy - Jump in!
Right at the turn, the boy jumped up and grabbed the balcony on the first floor. He easily dragged himself on and laid himself on the floor of the balcony so that the guards would not find him.
Bunny - Maybe you do have a brain after all.
The boy's idea wasn't so bad, so the bunny wanted to use it. He jumped up and grabbed onto the balcony, but he had trouble pulling himself up. He wasn't as fit or muscular to go in as the boy did.
From the alley from which they had just run out, the footsteps of the running guards became louder and louder. They were about to turn the corner and see the bunny struggling to get to the balcony from the first floor.
Boy - Come on, what are you waiting for?
And from the balcony you could hear a boy who did not understand that his temporary partner was definitely weaker than him.
Bunny - It's nothing. It's just one pull-up, I'll be fine.
Although he did not believe his words himself, he gathered all his strength in his arms, and, biting his teeth, he braced himself, straining his hands and shoulders.
And at the same time, the sound of the guards running inexorably fell into his ears. They were about to show up.
In five seconds,
In four seconds,
There were even veins on his forehead from the strain.
In three seconds,
He tried so hard that his face twisted into a funny expression. And the boy couldn't help but laugh.
In two seconds,
Getting closer and closer. He had already lifted his head off the balcony floor
In one second,
So close! Just a little bit!
Now.
Finally, the chase arrived, and they saw...
Guard (Bear) - Where are they?
Guard (Lizard) - I can't hear any footsteps. Damn, they couldn't just go away like that.
Bunny managed to climb onto the balcony and hide milliseconds before the chase caught up with them. He was so tired that he would like to gasp as loud as he could, so he covered his mouth, trying not to make a sound.
Both the boy and the bunny were lying side by side on the cold floor. They could hear the guards talking to each other below them.
Bear - Didn't I tell you? We just lost time.
Lizard - ... Haa ...
He needed to breathe after his co-worker scolded him.
Lizard - All these transactions must be stopped. And if command isn't doing anything about it, I'll do it myself.
Misiek - Don't be so hardworking, it will end badly for you.
They hid on the balcony of a residential building. There was a chair, some plant, a few other small shards and something that caught the boy's attention.
His eyes lit up and his mouth watered, letting you know how much he wanted this thing. If it was a dog, I'd say it started wagging its tail so hard it caused a hurricane.
He stretched his hand forward to grab this "amazing" item.
Bunny -
Hey, what are you doing?
He whispered when he noticed that the boy was starting to act strangely. And then he saw what his hand was aiming at,
Bunny -
Stop it, if we make any noise then...
But it was too late. The warning that was given by the man with the rabbit ears did nothing. The boy made it and...
"Come with me! Let's save the world!"
There was an robotic noise made by a child's toy.
The object that caught the boy's attention was a figurine of a man with a robotic half of the body, dog ears, a uniform and a cape that can be compared to those worn by super heroes. In other words, it was the main character from a popular comic series in this world, of which the boy was a fan.
Boy - Awesome!!!
Completely forgetting that he had just been chased by the guards, the boy stood up with the toy in his hand and began to examine it more closely, with a childish smile on his face.
Bunny - And what did you do!? Why did you press that damn button!?
The man couldn't stand his anger and, still on the floor, started to get mad at the boy.
Boy - What for? After all, buttons are for pressing! How could I not push it!?
"Come with me! Let's save the world!"
He pressed the button again. His tenacity and stupidity, as well as his mentality, looked like he was still a kid. And when he heard the super hero's voice again, his mouth watered again. The only thoughts in his head were "How cool! Amazing! I want it!".
Lizard - Fortunately, they are idiots.
The guards immediately noticed the noises and found their hiding place. This time they didn't wait for the criminals to give up, but immediately drew their guns and pointed them at them.
"Bang"
The sound of a bullet hitting the balcony fence forced Bunny to give up the argument and instead prick up his ears again fearing for his life.
Boy - Ah! I forgot! We were playing tag!
However, the boy took it as a great fun and willingly continued it. Instinctively, he grabbed a pot from the windowsill and threw it at the guards. And while the guards avoided the plant flying towards them, the boy and Bunny jumped off the balcony and continued their run.
Bunny - Damn it hurts! Jumping from the first floor is not good for my legs though! Are you okay?
Boy - You're weak! It hurts a bit when I jump from the third, but from the fourth it's already very much, I even had to sit down for a moment to stop hurting!
Bunny - HAAA?????? What is your body made of!?
Fourth floor, you could even die falling from that height, not to mention broken bones, and his legs just hurt?!
This day the drug addict will either remember forever as the strangest day of his life, or he will think that he drank some potions and all that happened was just his vivid imagination.
"Come with me! Let's save the world!"
The figurine's robotic voice rang out again.
Bunny - Leave that idiotic toy alone! Why did you even steal it!?
He hated this sound and this words, after all, they had been found by them, and if they won't be lucky now, they will be caught.
Boy - What did I steal? It was just lying there.
He held the figurine in his hand, and his mind was debating whether to take care of the toy, play tag, or argue with the guy he was running away with.
Bunny - It was lying on the balcony so it belonged to someone. Probably to a child!
Boy - Someone threw it on the street, so he probably didn't want it! And I want it, so I take it.
Bunny - It's not a street, it's a balcony!
Boy - The balcony and the street are the same! If you can reach for it, then you can reach for it!
Bunny - You're an idiot!
Boy - Right?
He crossed his arms and straightened his back.
Bunny - Don't be proud of it!
Boy - Haha!
The man had no more strength. Not only physically, but also mentally. The boy finished him off. And this idiot, like his opposite, was all cheerful and energetic. He quickly forgot about unimportant arguments and situations. He lived in the moment, enjoying it.
Bunny - Oh no! Dead end!
He was terrified of what was in front of them. Their way was blocked not by a wall, but by a gate over 3 meters high, which no normal person would be able to jump over. And there was no way to get around it. There's nothing you can do about it, they'll be caught. Resigned, the werebeast looked down at the ground, knowing he was about to go to jail. So they're stuck...or not?
Boy - What are you waiting for? Come here!
He heard the boy's voice and looked next to him, the boy wasn't there, so he turned the other way, but he wasn't there either. Finally, he looked straight ahead and held his gaze on him.
Bunny - How the hell did you get there?
Bunny saw him on the other side of the gate. He looked around, but saw no passage that led to the other side of the fence.
Bunny - How did you get there!?
Boy - I jumped.
He replied as if it was something normal.
Bunny - How did you jump over? It is over 3 meters high!
Boy - I just jumped! You are so annoying! You don't want to go through it, then don't go through it! I'm going!
The boy was not a patient one, and the fact that he was supposed to wait for a guy he didn't even know only intensified his reluctance to stand still. He turned and started walking away.
Bunny - What? No! Wait! Help me!
In a pleading voice, the man called him to stay.
Boy - Why? It's not my fault you're so weak.
He thought a man should take care of himself, and, well, the guy had bunny ears, and rabbits jump high, right? At least that was what he had in mind.
Bunny - It's not me, there's something wrong with you!
The boy made a confused face at the news that something was wrong with him, and after seeing it, the man immediately corrected himself to convince him to help.
Bunny - I mean! Not that you're weird, but not everyone is as strong as you! Definitely not me!
Boy - Felyy and Trix could also jump over this fence.
Bunny - Okay! I'm weak, but that doesn't mean you have to leave me! We're in this together, aren't we? So should we help each other?
Boy - .....
He looked confused and a little goofy again. He didn't know whether to agree or not.
And then the guards ran into the alley. They were getting closer to the man who, without the boy's intervention, would not be able to escape.
Bunny - I'll pay you, okay? I'll pay you, just help me!
Boy - ....
It's hard to tell if he was thinking about whether or not to agree, or if he just had to process the sentence in his mind for so long to understand it. After a while he smiled and,
Boy - Deal! I will buy myself a lot of kebabs haha!
Happy, he ran to the fence, jumped and easily, leaning on one hand on the edge of the gate, flew to the other side. After jumping down, he stood next to Bunny and put his thumbs in his hands, saying,
Boy - Okay! you can do it! I'm cheering you on! I will keep my fingers crossed for you!
Bunny - What?
Boy - What? I was cheering you on, wasn't I?
He tilted his head, not knowing what he had done wrong.
Bunny - I meant more for you to climb the fence and give me your hand. It was about
physical
help, not
mental
help!
The man couldn't believe he had to explain something so obvious.
Boy - Aaaa.... That makes sense. And I won't have to wait for you! You are smart though!
He smiled at his own stupidity.
Bunny - No... you're the moro- Wha!
Suddenly, the boy threw him over his shoulder, something the drug addict hadn't expected.
And even with the Bunny on his shoulder, the boy nimbly jumped up, catching the top of the fence with one hand, kicked off the wall with his feet and jumped over the gate without any problems.
"Bang, bang"
And behind them, they heard the shots of approaching guards.
Bear - How did they jump over that fence!?
They stopped in front of the gate, seeing only the backs of fleeing people. They were unable to cross to the other side, and therefore, continue the chase.
Lizard - Rather how strong the boy was. He jumped over it carrying someone with him.
The guard grabbed the fence and looked up at its height.
Lizard - Who is he? I've never heard of a race capable of that in this city.
Bear - don't ask me. Let's go back, we won't do anything here.
The red-scaled guard stared at the high fence for a moment longer. The escapees were no longer visible. The pursuit ended in defeat.
And back to the boy and Bunny,
Bunny - Oh no! It hurts, it hurts so much!
Boy - ?
He looked at the bunny, not knowing what it was about.
Bunny - I've been hurt! You see!?
He pointed to his cheek, which had a red scratch left there by the bullet fired by the guards.
Boy - It's just a scratch.
Bunny - But it hurts! It would hurt you too! Ah! Look! Look! It's blood! I'm bleeding!
Boy - It's just a drop.
Bunny - Ouch! It hurts! It hur-
OW! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?
Even more pain appeared on his other cheek as the boy clenched his fist and unexpectedly punched him in the face!
Boy - You're annoying! You're just complaining all the time!
Bunny - How can I not complain when I was hurt!
Boy - Such a wound doesn't hurt!
Bunny - It hurts! If you got it, you too-
OW
!
And once again, the boy punched him in the face.
Boy - What hurts more, the scratch or my punch?
Bunny - Your punch!
He screamed with tears in his eyes.
Boyfriend - And I hit you very weakly, so it's impossible for this wound to hurt you!
Bunny - You are much stronger than the average person, your weak punches are not weak at all!
Boy - And you're complaining again! Should I punch you again?
Bunny - Hum... ....................No. It's fine now.
Boy was terrifyingly strong, and Bunny knew it. After thinking about it for a moment, he decided it wasn't worth arguing with him.
Bunny - Okay. We escaped from the guards, so we can go now. Let's just go our separate ways.
He didn't want to stay with this overly strong moron any longer, he wanted to get away from him.
Boy - And the money?
He remembered something.
Bunny - Money? Ah... I said I'd pay....
But he said it on the spur of the moment. The truth is, he's pretty poor himself, and giving someone else money won't end well for him.
Boy - If you lied to me, I'll beat you.
Bunny - What? No! No! Of course I didn't lie to you, I'll give you the money. Eh.... let's see....
Being beaten by this damn strong boy would definitely not end well for him. No need to think about it, paying is a much better option in this case.
He took his wallet out of his pocket and looked inside. He sighed as he saw how little savings he had left, and some of it he would have to pay.
Bunny - So....
Boy - Thanks! And bye!
Bunny - Eh?!
But something happened that he didn't expect. The boy, without waiting for Bunny to take out and give him money, just grabbed his wallet and took it!
Bunny - Wait! I wasn't going to give you everything!
As soon as the boy grabbed his wallet, he started to run away. Admittedly, it didn't look like he was running away, he just split up like they were supposed to.
Bunny started to run after him but,
The boy was moving away from him twice as fast as the man was running. Finally, he ran out of breath and stopped, not believing his eyes. The boy was much faster than when they were running away from the guards. He ran slower just to keep up with Bunny. The man understood this and gave up, and having lost his savings, he fell to his knees on the cold concrete ground in the empty and dark alley.
Bunny - Could this day get any worse?
He sighed, exhausted and unable to move.
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Boy - Hahaha! How fun is today! First, I played a water game, played tag, found this super hero and even got money! Hahaha!
He was all joyful. He had fun and enjoyed everything that happened to him.
Boy - I'll buy the best kebabs! Hihi!
He had already reached a busier street. Around it were blocks of flats, which were columns reaching high up to the ceiling, and in the middle of these huge columns, there were bridges and larger slabs of concrete ceiling. It was there that the upper layer of the underground was located. On the lowest floors of the columns there were a few shops, and the place where the boy was heading, i.e. his favorite kebab shop.
He walked over to the door and was about to go through it, but it swung open by itself from the inside, and a couple of young men came out of the building. To whom, one could say out of politeness, but it had nothing to do with politeness, the boy gave way. They laughed as if they were in a good mood. And it's worth mentioning that they looked pretty menacing.
The boy, not paying attention to them, entered inside smiling from ear to ear.
Boy - Kebamister! Kebamakio! I want the most expensive kebabs you have! Uh...?
The smile from his face disappeared. He noticed an elderly man with a dog's face, floppy ears, a tail and all over patched brown and white fur sitting on the floor. He was the owner of a fast food restaurant. And next to him, a young girl, also looking like she works at the store, applies ice to his forehead to relieve his pain.
Makio (employee) - Fi? You're here to buy something.... I'm sorry, but the kebab shop will be closed for today.
The young woman replied, bending her dog ears in sadness. She also had a narrow muzzle and a furry tail, both of which looked like a dog's, and was covered all over with light brown fur. She was a werebeast, more specifically a weredog.
Fi- What happened? Why is Kebamister sitting on the floor?
Makio - Um....
Kebamister - Nothing happened Fi, I just have debt problems, it's nothing.
The old man answered, who, like the girl, was a weredog.
Fi - Debt? Do you have any debt?...
He just thought of something that made his face look scared and guilty.
Fi - You had to borrow money because sometimes I don't pay you for kebabs!? It's my fault!
Kebamister - No! Fi, this has nothing to do with you. Serving you free meals wouldn't put me in debt. It's all because of higher taxes. Supposedly, in a few cities, factories with injections had breakdowns and money had to be raised to repair them. As soon as they are fixed, everything will be back to normal, so you don't have to worry.
Makio - Grandpa, are you sure Fi understands what taxes are?
Kebamister - Ah, you may be right,
Thinking about it, the old man looked at Fi, but Fi, proudly, replied,
Fi- I know! Garef recently yelled at me to get a job and start paying for myself because she's sick of spending money on brats and taxes are going up. And then she explained to me what it was. Although I had no idea she was spending money on any children, she always said she hated them.
Makio - Fi, you and Feli are this brats.
Fi - Really!? ..... Well, whatever.
He resigned himself to his fate of being an unwanted brat.
Fi - And those guys who hit Kabamister are the same guys who just left here?
Makio - Yes... Wait a minute! Fi! Where are you going!?
As soon as it was confirmed who was responsible for the old man's injury, Fi turned and started running for the exit.
Fi - Where? I'm going to beat them! I can't buy a kebab because of them! And they pissed me off!
Makio - What? No! It'll only make things worse! Wait!
However, the boy did not listen and ran out of the building.
Fi - ASSHOLES WHO HIT THE KEBAMISTER!!! WHERE ARE YOU!!!??
He shouted at the top of his voice, attracting the attention of all passers-by. However, not everyone cared and most returned to their previous activities. In these parts, and especially on this street, Fi was quite a famous person and everyone had heard of his antics at least once.
He looked around the area, paying attention to all the passers-by, but nowhere did he see the ones he was looking for. He turned around to see if they were behind him, looked up for them on the ceiling, and finally looked under his shoes. They were nowhere. He put his hand to his chin, pretending to think about something when in fact he already knew the answer to what he wanted to do next.
Fi - They must have gone somewhere..... Okay! I'll be lucky!
And when he said he will be lucky, he meant he'd run in a random direction and maybe he'd find them.
Makio - Fi wait! Let it go!
Behind him, a young employee ran out of the store, and seeing that the boy was starting to run somewhere, she decided to follow him. She wanted to stop him, but Fi was too fast for her, in the blink of an eye he was far enough away from her that even her voice wouldn't reach him.
He looked around in all directions, still running ahead, suddenly something flashed in his eye. He stopped. He took a few steps back and looked down the narrow street between the buildings.
Fi - There you are!
He smiled as his search was successful.
He witnessed a rather unpleasant scene. The same men he met at the entrance to the store were bullying a young man who looked to be in his 20s. The red hair of the person lying on the ground was all disheveled. Likewise, his clothes, due to constant punches and kicks, were dirty. He lay curled up, his hands holding his head to protect it, tears flowing from his eyes from the pain.
Attacker - Haha! You see? And it was good to oppose us? If we want something, it is given to us. Do you get it?
The attacker crouched beside him and grabbed his messy hair, lifting his head up. The victim twisted his mouth in pain and made a squeaky sound, then replied,
Victim - Y....yes....I..I I understand I'll give you, w.. what you want, just please let me go.....
Attacker - Haha!
He let go of his hair, causing the victim's head to drop and hit the ground. The man stood up and, with an ominous grin, kicked him again.
Attacker - Look, it took a few hits and-..!
He didn't manage to finish the sentence, because his jaw was bent under the influence of a strong blow, and he flew a few meters back, rolling on the floor. Distracted and stunned, he opened his eyes wide, trying to figure out the situation. He looked at the place where he had been standing a moment ago and saw an unfamiliar person there. A boy with black hair and a horn. He had just hit him. Everyone there was stunned by this sudden event, and in an instant they prepared for battle.
Attacker 2 - Who are you!?
One of the 6 men called to the unexpected appearance of the boy.
Fi - You guys hit the Kebamister, right!?
The boy stood between them, not far from the lying victim, although he did not seem to care about him.
Attacker 2 - What, what the hell are you talking about!?
Fi - That you hit Kebamister!
They were confused, not knowing what the stranger was talking about, and that only fueled their anger and willingness to start a fight.
Attacker 2 - What? Who's the-
Attacker - It doesn't matter!
The one Fi had hit got up from the ground and, putting his hand to the sore spot, looked furious, shouted to stop this senseless chatter.
Attacker - Who is he? And who the fuck cares! You saw what he did, right!? So you have to get it into his head not to mess with us!!! Get him guys!
At this signal, the five of them lunged at Fi with their bare fists. Their morale and self-confidence were quite high considering that the boy was alone and a few of them. Thinking of an easy win, they didn't seem to try or strain themselves too much.
The first of them lunged at him with his fists, trying to punch him in the face, he landed a punch, but Fi dodged it, catching his arm at the same time. After catching it, he threw it behind him, throwing his opponent's entire body backwards. Behind him, he heard the man hit the wall.
Immediately after, so that the boy didn't have time to react, the next one wanted to kick him in the stomach, but Fi jumped on the previously knocked down attacker, bounced off the wall, so high that his legs were at the head of the guy who wanted to kick him and knocked him down a shoe in his face, thus the second of the 6 opponents was knocked down.
The next two attacked together, one aiming for the stomach and the other for the head. Fi deftly dodged both blows by jumping to his left side, and once he was on the left side of one of the men, he punched him in the face and sent him to the ground. The second villain, who was further to the right, seeing how his friend was being hit, aimed at the stomach of the boy who was unable to move at the moment. But while Fi had no time to dodge, he wasn't about to let himself be hit either. He stopped the blow with his left hand. And the one who felt the pain from the blow was not the boy, but the striking man, whose hand ached as if he had hit a hard wall instead of his hand.
While Fi's left hand stopped the blow, his right aimed at the attacker's stomach. Thanks to the strong blow, the man grabbed his stomach and curled down. Fi took advantage of this and kicked him in the head, knocking him to the ground.
Two assailants remained in the alley, still on their feet. Seeing how strong is the boy they had to face and how their colleagues fell one by one, they became nervous.
They grabbed weapons, one of them had a knife and the other had a metal baseball bat. The boy didn't care at all and ran to them to finish them off as well as the others.
The first to make a move was the man with the knife. He aimed at the boy trying to stab him, but Fi dodged the attack by dodging to the side. After that, the attacker tried to make the same move and cut him, but the boy ducked nimbly avoiding the attack, and along with straightening up, he launched an attack with his leg.
Quite a painful attack, because it hit the attacker's sensitive spot, and those who saw it certainly felt the pain.
He dropped the knife from his hand, clutched at the sore spot, and, trying not to look weak, held back tears.
Attacker - Hey! It's a low blow!
Even social trash like these scoundrels had rules. Fi is worse in this one, he doesn't follow any rules.
Fi - What do I care? I'm here to beat you, no matter what!
Enraged, the last of the six attackers, he aimed a metal bat at the boy's head, who easily dodged this blow, and wanted to throw another blow himself.
Fi aimed at the head, but the boy was quite surprised because this time it was the opponent who avoided the blow by jumping back.
The attacker aimed at the boy's stomach, and when the boy dodged the blow, he swung again, landing another hit, thus continuing his uninterrupted attack.
Again and again, Fi kept dodging the blows until finally he was led against the wall and couldn't jump back to dodge. All he had to do was wait for his opponent to strike.
The attacker smiled wickedly at the thought that he had already won. He swung the stick with all his might.
At the same time, Fi did something unexpected. His right hand, more specifically the skin, turned black. As black as coal. And directly with this hand he stopped the attack of the metal stick.
Horror flashed in the assailant's eyes as he saw his strong, heavy, metal stick bent by the blow to the boy's hand.
And while he couldn't believe his eyes, Fi prepared his left hand to strike. And it was only luck that the attacker managed to avoid this blow. He lost the strength in his legs in terror and fell backwards.
And while he was on the ground, he crawled his arms back and forth a couple of times and...
Attacker - W-w...wait! You came to get revenge for that old man, didn't you?
Fi - Yeah, I came for this!
Attacker - If you wanted to take back the money we took from him, I'll give it to you! I'll give it to you, so-
Afraid, he pointed to the backpack that was lying against the wall, which probably contained the money taken by force. But,
Fi - I don't care about any papers! I just came to kick your ass and that's it!
Without waiting any longer, Fi ran to the man sitting on the ground and kicked him in the head. He beat them all.
However, one of them did not give up. Fi saw one of the figures get up from the ground, so to finish him off, he jumped on him and punched him in the face.
Victim - No! I am not with them!
He screamed as soon as he took the blow. The one who got up had been a kicked victim before
Fi - Ah, sorry.
Victim - Ok-k….
After a hard blow from Fi, his eyes went black, he staggered and fell to the ground, fainting.
The boy didn't care and, without remorse, turned to the recently defeated opponents. Some of them had already got up.
Attacker 2 - The boss will be angry when he hears that we were beaten by some brat.
Attacker 3 - Yeah, that's why we can't lose. Get up guys, he hasn't won yet!
They continued their attacks and Fi continued to knock them down and win. They tried to somehow oppose the strength of the boy, but they had no chance against him. It was a fruitless effort on their part.
And while Fi was putting his plan to kick their ass into action, Makio finally arrived at where he was.
She froze as she saw the scene unfolding before her.
Six severely beaten people were lying on the ground (including the victim) and another was held by the boy by the shirt and just at that moment the boy punched him in the face, causing his head to hit the wall and, like all the rest, he lost consciousness.
Makio - Fi! Stop now!
Fi - Kebamakio?
He turned towards the voice and, seeing Makio standing, was slightly surprised, but then he smiled sincerely.
Fi - I kicked 'em. Hihihi! Ah! And look,
He grabbed bag from the wall and looked inside.
Fi - They said they took your money so you got it back!
He handed Makio a black backpack, and she, as if in a trance, not knowing what to do, took the item given by the boy.
She looked around the narrow alley and sighed.
Makio - [It will cause trouble]
She thought sadly.
Makio - So you wanted to buy something to eat, right?
Fi - Yeah, but you said it was closed.
Makio - I'll make an exception for you, after all you ran to intercede for us.
Fi - Really?
The girl nodded.
Fi - Yay! Hooray!
He jumped for joy.
They returned to the place with the kebabs served, and as the girl promised, she made him 2 kebabs, at the expense of the company. He gladly took the packed meal, and as if he had forgotten everything that had just happened, he left the restaurant waving goodbye to the old man and Makio.
However, as soon as the boy left, Makio's fake smile disappeared from her face, her dog ears fell down and her tail curled up. She turned to her grandfather.
Makio - Grandpa, do you think we'll get into more trouble because of this?
He leaned back in his chair and looked up, thinking. He sighed and scratched his head with a depressed expression.
Old man - Eh, there are two options, either we are so small and unimportant that they will turn a blind eye to it, or we are so small and unimportant that they will decide to make an example of us for other debtors.
Makio - ....
Old man - But don't worry, we'll get along with them somehow.
Makio - I hope.
She replied in a worried voice.
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Humming a tune under his breath, he walked a few blocks to his apartment. He stood in front of the building, quite dirty and in need of restoration, just like any lower part of the columns, where no one had done anything to them for hundreds of years. He went inside and it didn't look any better. The paint was peeling from the wall and there were cobwebs in the corners. He went up the stairs to the second floor and stood in front of the door to his apartment.
Fi - I wonder if Felyy has returned yet. I'll have to tell her what happened today hihi!
He turned the handle and saw that the door was open. He went inside. The room was dark. The blinds were drawn and no lights were on. Fi ignored it, however, and took off his shoes as always to head into the room. And then,
??? - I got you.
He felt something hard touch his back, between his shoulders. |
He felt something hard touch his back, between his shoulders.
Fi guessed it was most likely a pistol. However, he didn't act like someone with a gun against his back. Instead of being afraid or listening to the attacker, as if nothing had happened, he turned around, at the same time, dropping the food bag from his hand, he pulled out a previously stolen toy from his pocket. A super hero with a robotic half body and dog ears, then shouted:
Fi- No, you don't! Protective shield!
He held the toy out in front of him and pretended that he really had created a magical protective shield with the figurine.
??? - Oh no! My bullet missed! The shield protected him! But I still have an ace up my sleeve! That's it, a poisonous gas that even your shield can't stop!
The attacker was a girl with short blue hair. Releasing her toy gun, she joined in the further fun she had started. From her pocket she pulled a small oblong device that had a button on the end. She pressed it, and pink smoke started coming out of the device, though not much.
Fi - I'm suffocating! I'm suffocating! But so are you, because you forgot to bring your mask!
??? - What!? It was a double-edged weapon! I didn't foresee that! Air!
They both pretended that the smoke that escaped from the object was poisonous. And to escape from this smoke, they ran to the window at the end of the room and opened it, trying to get some fresh air.
Fi - It was close, we almost got poisoned!
??? - I know! Luckily it's all over!
After this short action, they leaned against the window sill and breathed evenly to calm their hearts from the sudden fun. The girl turned her back to the window and sat on the sill. It was Feli, a little over a year younger, Fi's sister.
Like her brother, she had round eyes and a slightly round face. She had the same sense of idiot as her brother. She was a little shorter, and her physique looked athletic. Though she had no fangs, she had horns just like her brother. Black, two small ones in the middle of the head. Unlike her brother, she had black wings at the bottom of her back. And unfortunately, she only had one arm. Only the left one, the one that should be on the right, was missing. Her clothes were loose and comfortable, and a necklace hung from her neck that looked maybe like a sun, maybe a star, or maybe a snowflake. Hard to say.
She looked at her brother and at the toy he was holding.
Feli - Where did you find this figurine? It is great!
Fi - Someone threw it on the balcony.
Feli- What!? Seriously!? How could anyone do that!
She was indignant at this stranger's behavior and puffed out her cheeks in anger.
Fi - And Felyy! Look, look!
He ran closer to the front door. At the moment when their pretend fight began, he dropped the lunch bag from his hands. He picked it up and pulled out two kebabs wrapped in paper.
Fi - I beat up some guys and Kebamakio gave them to me for free!
One of them was handed to Feli. The girl immediately unwrapped the dish and bit into the middle.
Feli- Mmmmm~! Good!
Fi- Isn't it!?
They both savored their free lunch while Fi told her about the day's events.
Feli - Guess what I bought today!
After the meal was over, it was time for the younger sister to tell something.
Fi - Comics?
Feli - No.
Fi - Candy?
Feli - No.
Fi - Some chocolate!?
Feli - Neither.
She smiled every time Fi missed, and swayed from right to left to the rhythm of his questions.
Fi - Awesome t-shirt with King Kong playing with a toy octopus with only five tentacles and bat wings while sitting on top of a tall tree from which you can pick chocolate cubes!?
Feli - Wha... I want one! But no! You didn't guess it, haha!
Fi - Theeeen, ummmm………
He racked his brain to think of something else.
Feli - Are you giving up?
Fi - Yhm.
He nodded in confirmation.
Feli - Come on, follow me!
She walked over to the only door in the room other than the front door. She opened it and entered the bathroom. Fi, growing curious, began to peek over her shoulder, trying to see what she was up to.
The girl walked over to the towel in which there was something wrapped. Carefully, so that Fi wouldn't notice what was inside, she grabbed the mysterious object. She looked back at her brother with an evil smile.
Feli - Orient!
She quickly turned around, not giving the boy time to react, and a stream of water flew from the mysterious object, which completely wet the boy's face.
Feli - I present to you, our new water guns!
Fi - Extra!
He wiped the water from his face with his hands.
Fi - Do you have another one?
He looked at the girl, and she, in response, tossed him the gun she was holding and reached for the towel, pulling out another.
Each holding a water pistol, prepared for battle. They stood facing each other in the bathroom, their weapons pointing downwards.
Fi - Ready?
Feli - Yes!
Fi - Well, three,
Feli - Two,
Fi - One,
Fi, Feli - Start!
The second round of their fight has begun! Feli sprayed water right in her brother's face, but Fi did the same aiming at her chest.
Avoiding Feli's water shot, the boy ran out of the bathroom to the main room. He jumped over the couch hiding behind it and aimed at Feli, who just ran out of the bathroom.
Feli didn't dodge the blow, but instead decided to take advantage of the moment when Fi leaned out from behind the couch, and she took aim at him, hitting him squarely in the head.
Their firing was picking up speed. Amazing and agile dodges would put anyone in amazement and disbelief. Feli would be definitely more accurate than Fi, if not for that the boy was good at dodging, so every shot she took that would hit him in exactly critical places, missed.
Feli - I will win!
She happily announced to her brother after she had hit him in the head for the sixth time.
Fi - No way
They were on par and went neck and neck with the number of hits. Their fun creates unbearable noise that for sure disturbed the neighbors.
Fi aimed again at Feli, who, to avoid the water blow, jumped on the cupboard which was behind her. However, this cabinet was covered with a lot of items, there was some photo frame, clothes, plates and a few other bits and pieces, so when Feli jumped on the cupboard, she tripped over the items on it, and fell down, knocking down the entire creed.
The fall of furniture produced a big bang, which I'm sure even more distant neighbors could hear. Things that were on the cupboard were now lying on the ground. A frame with a picture of little Fi, little Feli and a woman with black hair, wings and horns, who was probably their mother, was all broken.
Feli - Oh nooo… Garef will get angry!
Fi - She'll be here soon! Let's run!
Right after the big bang, they both started to be afraid of something, so much so that they ran up in the blink of an eye to the door. They opened them, intending to escape the apartment, but a large mountain stood in their way.
Or at least that's how it can be initially described, because it wasn't a mountain that stood in front of them, but a huge woman. She was a bit older and quite fat. She has sharp teeth and a scary face,
her ears were oddly shaped, like leaves or a coral reef, her skin was grayish shade, and the curly hair was green. She was Garef, the owner of the flat where Fi and Feli lived.
Fi - Through the window!
The command was obeyed by Feli right away. As fast as they could, they turned to start running to the window they were about to jump out of. But they were too slow.
The scary woman grabbed them by their T-shirts and pulled them close.
Garef - What have you guys done again!?
She had a heavy and scary voice. Fi and Feli knew it was too late to escape, so after Garef let go of their T-shirts, they cuddled closer together in fear of the scary lady. And shaking horrified, Fi answered her,
Fi - Yo, Garef!
He greeted her as if nothing had happened. Waving his hand in front of his forehead.
Garef - Answer!
Fi - We, we didn't do anything. I do not know what you mean!
And although the boy denied that the noise came from their room, the behavior betrayed him, it was obvious at first glance that he was lying. Though of course no matter what he said or how he acted, Garef was sure it was them who were responsible for everything.
Garef - Don't talk back to me, brat! What have you screwed up this time! wardrobe again? Mirror? Or maybe a lamp!?
The woman pushed the two in front of her away and entered their apartment. As always, there was one big mess. There were clothes and food scraps everywhere. In addition, in all corners of the room you could see figurines, toys or comics with which siblings are having fun.
Garef - I'm used to your shit, but why the hell is it everywhere wet!?
Feli - Well, because we were shooting water guns.
Garef - In the apartment!?
Feli - ....Is that bad?
The girl scratched her head, not understanding Garef's anger.
Garef - You are absolutely forbidden to play with water in the apartment! I will see again that everything is so wet here and I'm kicking you out! And what does that mean!
She pointed to the broken frame with the photo inside.
Garef - This is the only picture left of your mother! Take care of it a bit!
She grabbed the frame and looked at it for a moment. Then she carefully put the broken item down on the floor.
Garef - You're lucky you didn't break the cupboard. I will never buy you anything again, so better watch out! And you're supposed to clean the hell up!
Fi, Feli - Yes!
They responded like children in kindergarten.
The scary lady came out of their apartment and gave a menacing look even before closing the door. Which made them shiver as they felt the cold flowing from her eyes.
Fi - We're alive.
Feli - We survived.
Fi, Feli - We survived an encounter with a monster!
Feli - Now nothing is scary for us!
Fi - We just became brave warriors who drove the evil monster out of ours castle!
Feli - Everyone cheers! Applause and ..................................
They clapped their hands and rejoiced as if it were indeed a medieval celebration party defeating the dragon by brave knights. However, they finally noticed that the door to the apartments were ajar, and the monster they thought they had chased out peered through.
This time there was no help for them,
Garef - WHO are you calling a monster!!!???
She entered their apartment again and punched them on the head, then turned around and this time it came out for real.
Fi, Feli - De…defeated…..
Lying on the ground, they spoke in fear-filled voices.
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It was a strip club. Beautiful ladies wearing revealing clothes walked around the guests, attracting their eyes with their beautiful bodies. The club was filled with dark pink and blue colors. There was smoke in the air, which added to the atmosphere of the place. Club was divided into two parts, the first being around the dancing pipes. There were tables with chairs spread out, where customers sat, and beautiful waitresses moved between them. There was a little crowd and noise. The second part included private, round couches placed on the periphery of the room. It was often necessary to pay extra for them, but they were definitely more convenient.
In the club, music played non-stop, played by a band, including scantily clad girls
One of them, the one who played the guitar, stood out more than the others, but not because of her beauty, but by strangeness. Even in a world where all sorts of intelligent races have walked, her appearance stood out. Her skin was pink. Her waist was morbidly narrow, although it was the result of her genetics, not the disease. She also had no stupas and her legs were in pointed shape. She had elongated ears, and not far from them, in the middle of her head, only one big eye. Her hair was maroon-pink, combed in a mohawk. She cannot be named ugly, but her appearance was unique.
Woman - Trix, listen, one of the guests wants to get to know you better.
And this exceptional-looking girl was approached by one of the female employees, a waitress if I have to be more precise.
Trix stopped playing the guitar and turned to the woman.
Trix - Are you sure it's me? Maybe you got it wrong with Leno?
She pointed to the other guitarist, a beautiful woman who had played in a band with her.
Woman - No, I even asked more, it's about you.
Trix - Another freak? Only they want me.
She put the guitar behind her and followed the woman to one of the private boxes.
Woman - To my surprise, not this time. The client is a rich asshole son our club's biggest sponsor, so be careful.
Trix - Asshole? If it turns out that I'm only going there to make fun of my appearance, then believe me, you will pick them up off the floor.
Woman - How scary. It's there.
She pointed to box number 3 and sent the Trix there.
Woman - Good luck.
Trix - Thanx!
A couple of young people were sitting on a round sofa and you can see they are thirsty for fun and alcohol men, the youngest was maybe 19 and the oldest 26. Besides them, there were sitting a couple of other female employees who entertained them.
Trix - Hey, I'll make sure again! It was me you wanted to invite?
Trix entered their entourage. She seemed quite a loose and relaxed person, not having interaction problems.
Man - Not us, but me.
One of them answered, the one in the middle. It was easy to see that he was boss here. His legs rested on the top of the glass table. He was wearing a leather jacket and expensive branded clothes. Green leaves replaced his hair and he had elven ears. He was even a handsome and well-built young man. Though he was far from the type that Trix liked.
After making sure it was her they wanted, Trix threw herself on the couch right next to the man.
Trix - So what? Beautiful sexy girls have already bored you?
She went about it casually, as if she were at home with her friends. She also reached for chips that were on the table and picked up a bottle of beer.
Man - Not so much bored as sometimes it is worth introducing some novelty to life.
What’s your name?
Trix - Trix.
Man - Asil.
He introduced himself and put his arm around her.
Asil - Sometimes when I come here, I see that you play on stage, but I heard nothing about you.
Trix - Hah! And that's quite an interesting topic you've brought up, because you see, I think that's a bit about me you've heard of, but you don't know it. Do you know anything about the "Old House Monster" or "Devil from above the water"?
Asil - Yes, I've heard something about these town legends.
Trix - Then you've heard of me! I've been to those places and some kids saw me, and started spreading rumors about the monster! Look how popular I am! Ha ha!
She laughed at how other people saw her and turned it into a joke. She was impetuous and seemed strong.
Asil - It's a pity, even if I go to those places, I now know that the monsters that are there don't exist.
Trix - Sorry for ruining the fun!
She took a few more long gulps of beer, as did the other guests in the box, and the fun began.
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Trix - Fi, are you listening to me!?
Fi - Yes, yes.
Trix - So what did I just tell you!?
Fi - ....Well, you were with someone and he didn't pay you or something.
Trix - This is definitely more serious than "He didn't pay"! Feli, tell me you at least care!?
Feli - But Trix, what happened, happened. What good is it for us to hear you complain?
Trix - We're friends, almost like siblings, so you could at least care a little!
She was angry that Fi and Feli were ignoring her.
Today she woke up in bed in a hotel near where she worked. After a successful night at the club, she and the other girls were invited to spend the night at the hotel and of course sleep with their client.
The rented apartment had several rooms, one of which she and Asil took for a night out. Upon waking up, she saw that Asil was not in bed, so she got up and headed to the main room where she found a group of men. The rest of the purchased girls had already left the hotel and only she was left.
She was also about to leave the hotel, but before that, she expected her pay, but she didn't get what she was supposed to. Asil and the rest of his colleagues unanimously replied that they were not going to pay her any ter*. After asking why she wasn't getting paid, everyone started laughing at her and saying, "A monster like that should pay us, not the other way around." "With a body like that, you should be free," even Asil himself said, "Enjoy, that anyone wants you at all.
*ter is the name of the currency, e.g. euro=ter
Trix is not a person who cares about insults about her, however, she did her job, gave her body and wanted to be paid for it. She was furious when she was refused money for such a reason and wanted to collect the money by force. She was going to attack, beat them so they would regret it.
However, after seeing that the girl was ready to attack, Asil and two others drew their pistols. The Trix might have been able to defeat them if they had fought barehanded, but with a weapon like that, it was a different matter, especially since she was surrounded on all sides. She had no choice but to accept her defeat and leave the hotel.
After leaving, she headed straight for her best friends, Fi and Feli. She entered their apartment and found them playing a board game.
Furious, she told them what had happened that night, but she was not listened to.
Trix - Damn!
She fell to her knees and slammed her fist against the floor.
Trix - I hate, hate, hate this! You don't know how much I want to punch this asshole!
Fi - So hit him, what's so hard about it?
Trix - The thing is, this asshole is the son of some other rich asshole who sponsors our club and I could get in trouble if I punch him, I'll probably get fired or worse. And alone, I'll lose to him. These guys had guns, so without preparation, with a couple at one a time, I don't stand a chance.
Feli - If you want to beat his ass, then just do it, and what comes after, comes later.
Trix - I wish I could borrow your dumb minds and not worry about a thing, but it's not that easy!
Fi - ....If you don't want to do anything about it then don't come here just to complain.
Trix - I want to do something about it! I just don't know how...
She leaned her hands on the couch and buried her head in them.
Fi - No, you don't know, you're just afraid! Coward!
Trix - Don't call me a coward just because I worry about others!
Fi - But you're afraid to do something, so you're a coward!
Trix - !!!
She knows from experience that Fi is not worth arguing with. He always says what he thinks and won't change his mind. Trix clutched her forehead, trying to think things through, but honestly, she's not one to think about things for long, so she stamped her foot on the floor and screamed,
Trix - ALRIGHT! So I'm going to punch him in the face! And you're coming with me!
Feli - But at the moment we are playing.
Fi - And I don't want to go beat up some guy I don't even know.
Trix - We're not going to beat one guy, to get to him, we're going to have to beat a lot of others. We're going on an adventure!
Trix knew well what words could convince her friends to act. After hearing the words "adventure" their eyes lit up and they excitedly got up from the couch they were playing on.
Fi, Feli - Adventure!!!
They shouted ready to leave.
Trix - There's only one problem.
Their enthusiasm cooled down.
Fi, Feli - ?
Trix - I have no idea where this asshole is.
Fi - Eh? So we're not going on an adventure?
Trix - I didn't say that, it's just that first we have to find a place where this adventure will be. Any ideas on how to find this place?
Fi, Feli - ...
Trix - ....
Unable to come up with a plan, they sat in silence for a while until someone knocked on their door.
"Knock, Knock"
Feli - Who is it?
Feli got up from the couch and opened the front door. She saw a large figure in front of her. She recognized it immediately and closed the door at the speed of light.
Feli - It's Garef!
Scared and stunned, she didn't know why she had come.
Garef - Don't close the door in my face! Open!
Trix - You'd better open up or it'll get worse.
She leaned over the couch and looked at Feli. Instead, the girl looked at her brother, who grabbed a pillow and held it as a shield.
Fi - I'm ready, be brave and open it. I believe in you! If anything happens, just know that you are the best sister in the world!
Feli - If anything happens, just know that I've always loved you!
The girl gathered her courage. She straightened her back, took a deep breath, and opened the door, revealing a terrifying monster. Then, with courage in her voice, she said,
Feli - I don't know what happened, but it's not us this time.
Garef - Ha!? Is it always because you guys did something when I come here?!
Feli - Yes
Fi - Yes
Trix - Yes
They all answered in turn. When they were children, sometimes she would come and take care of them. But in recent years, when they have grown up a bit, at least physically, because mentally they were still children, she only comes when they do something wrong.
Feli - So what's up?
She tilted her head, trying to think about the reason for the scary women's arrival.
Garef - Haven't you heard what the event is today?
Feli - Party!?
Fi - End of the world!?
Trix - Hmmm, my work colleagues were talking about some wind...
Garef - Yes, once every few years the wind is strong enough to blow away some of the dust and reveal some of the sky. If you want to see, you should go upstairs now.
For a moment they didn't know what to say, but after a few seconds Fi understood what the word "sky" meant.
Fi - Sky? Will we see the sky!? It's something blue, isn't it!?
Feli - And the suns!? Will we see the suns?
Garef - I have no idea, go and see for yourself. This opportunity is rare, so don't miss it.
Fi and Feli looked at each other and immediately decided to run out of the building and head for the stairs leading to the surface.
Trix - Aren't you coming, auntie?
Although Trix called her Auntie, they are not related, but that is what she called the woman who took care of her and Fi and Feli when they were children.
Garef - No, I don't like crowds. I've seen it once in my life and that's enough for me.
Trix - I'll tell you what was seen!
And Trix, too, ran out of the apartment and headed for the main stairs leading to the surface.
Two main roads lead to the surface, the first is a long and wide staircase, and the second is a large elevator that can accommodate up to 30 people at a time. Fi, Feli and also Trix prefer to use the stairs where there is more space. It is also not a problem for them to climb, because they are physically very fit. The ascent and descent hardly tire them at all. And Feli has it even easier. Instead of climbing normally, she flies over the stairs, after all, that's what she has wings for.
Fi - Hurry up Trix or we'll leave you!
He shouted to a girl who was far away. She ran out of the apartment later, so she was further away too. However, as Fi and Feli ran a little slower for her, she caught up with them in no time.
Fi - They say the suns are yellow, right?
Feli - And the clouds are white!
Everything they knew about the sky and what was beyond the dust came from books, comics, and other people's stories. They never got a chance to see the sky or the sun. The same applies to large trees, large patches of greenery and nature in general. In the city you can find at most some small flowers, bushes and possibly small trees.
Trix - But when the suns reveal themselves, don't look at them!
Fi- What? Why!?
Trix - I heard you can go blind if you look at them.
Feli - Burns out the eyes? I don't want my eyes to burn!
Trix - I mean, I don't know how it works, but I heard it's dangerous.
Fi - So what, people 600 years ago didn't look up either because otherwise they would have lost their eyes?
Trix - ....Um.... Ah! Don't ask me such hard questions, I have no idea! Let's check it out!
Fi, Feli - Yes!
They reached the surface. It was as dark up there as downstairs. No sky could be seen, only black dust from behind the dome. However, there was better airflow, because the wind passed through the shell without any problems.
And the wind was really strong that day. At times it was hard to open eyes so that the wind wouldn't blow against them. They found themselves among a great crowd who also came to admire what would be revealed from behind the dust.
Everyone waited impatiently for the wind to be strong enough to clear the sky. They were looking high up, which caused a little pain in their necks.
Suddenly, an incredibly strong wind blew. Those who had hats had to catch them to keep them from flying away. Everyone's hair was in waves, blocking their view, so they had to brush it back. Women wearing flared dresses had to be careful not to accidentally attract the eyes of men☺. Many closed their eyes or put their hands over them to keep them safe, but eventually they all looked up and saw what they had come for. No one paid any attention to the hats or the sight of the ladies. Everyone, without exception, stared breathlessly at this amazing sight.
A small patch of clear blue sky emerged from behind a thick layer of dust. Such a clear blue color they had not even dreamed of in their dreams. And on the big blue blanket were two suns, one much smaller than the other. A powerful light such as they had never experienced before, entered their eyes.
It hurt and hit the eyes, but no one dared look away because it was too awesome.
Fili, Feli, Trix, each of them stood silently watching this strange phenomenon, their eyes turned upwards until the last second, until the dust again covered the exposed patch of sky.
Fi - Wow, that was something.
Feli - Eh.. But why so short...
Even these siblings, who are usually not interested in anything but toys and comics, were amazed at the moment.
Trix - Maybe if we wait, it will show up again?
Feli - Yes, let's wait!
Fi - Uhm.
They agreed right away. And they waited another half hour to see the sky again. But it no longer appeared. The wind gradually died down, and the races* began to disperse to their homes and work.
*races - Instead of using the general term "humans", I will use the word "races". Because humans are just one of the many races that exist in this world.
Many more races had the idea of staying and waiting in this place, but slowly they too realized that they would not see this sight again, at least not any time soon. So everyone started to disperse, then one voice emerged from the crowd.
??? - Exactly 600 years ago, miners discovered huge deposits of unknown dust under the earth's surface!
It was a man with brown hair, a tail, and elk horns. Motivational speeches were often heard in the main square. That was their job. Even living in such a place all their lives, even getting used to the fact that there is no sky and no sun, that you can't go outside but stay inside the domed city forever, there are races that lose hope. Many people do not see the point in further life, saying that the end of the world has come and it must end, which is why many activist groups have been created that want to restore this faith.
The publisher was standing next to a statue of a man. Probably some important person.
Man - But they couldn't stop this deadly dust. Over the next 20 years, black dust covered the entire world, destroying it.
That was the story everyone knew. If only this great deposit of dust had not been found, perhaps, right now, the sky and the suns could still be admired.
Man - It was a great catastrophe, an apocalypse... But we survived! We found a way to survive! Protecting ourselves in domed cities, we can still live, we can still enjoy, get to know, love. Just because we can't admire the sky every day doesn't mean we can't live! Dust or no dust, even if we have to take injections every week to survive, we're still standing here, so let's make the most of it!
Fi and the others paid no attention to this speech and began to turn back to go underground.
Fi - I wonder if we will ever see it again.
Feli- Maybe tomorrow!?
Trix - Such an opportunity comes only once every few years, and maybe even longer.
Feli - Oh... Then we'll wait until in a few years, right Filyy?
Fi - Yes, and next time let's climb a tall building to see the sky even closer!
Feli - Yes!
Trix - I'll join you too! But back to this morning, how to find this asshole?
The sun has been and gone, now it's time to go back to the things they left off.
Fi - Shall we search all the houses in town?
Feli - Shall we make an announcement?
Trix - No, none of this will work. Eh....I would like to hit him so much...
They descended the large stairs to the lower part of the underground.
Trix - I could probably meet him again at the club, but I don't want to hit him in a place like this. I'm going to lose my job right away and it's going to be even worse for me.
Feli - Then why don't you follow him and see where he lives?
Trix - Yes, it's probably the only solution.
They walked for several more minutes until they finally reached the bottom.
??? - It's you!
They were stopped by an unknown person. The boy with red hair. He had red scales in some places on his body, but they were few and far between. He had two fangs in his teeth. He looked to be in his early twenties, maybe a little under twenty. One of his legs was bandaged at the ankle and he was on crutches.
Fi - Me?
The boy pointed at Fi, but Fi didn't recognize him at all.
Boy - Yes, I'm lucky I noticed you. I'm from yesterday, remember?
Fi - ?
He still had no idea who the stranger was.
Boy - You saved me when I was attacked by a group of thugs, I mean... you hit me too.... and actually that one hit of yours hurt way more than them..... But you saved me.
Fi - Aaaaaah.... I guess there was something like that...
Fi didn't have a good memory for things that weren't important to him. But he managed to make a connection.
Fi - So what's up?
Boy - Before you came, these guys took my wallet, do you have it? It was black with blue stitching.
The boy thought for a moment.
Fi - I don't think I've seen anything like that.... I gave everything to Kebamakio and Kebamister...
Boy - Keba....? Can you tell me where they are? I'd like to know if they happen to have it.
Fi - No problem, by the way,
He looked at Feli and Trix,
Fi - We'll have breakfast, shall we?
Feli - Yes, I'm hungry!
Trix - Why not.
And so the four headed to the kebab shop, but they walked at a slow pace, because otherwise the boy walking on crutches would not keep up.
Fi- What happened to you?
Boy - Ah, it's since yesterday, I sprained my ankle.
Fi - ..... Just for yesterday? ....
He said quietly to himself. Fi didn't realize the difference between him and the others.
Trix - Ow, I'm sorry. I wouldn't want to be in your place.
Boy - ...It's rather obvious.... By the way, may I ask what race you are from?
Trix's appearance attracted the attention of many people.
Trix - I'm not sure myself, my mother died quickly and I didn't have time to ask her, but I think it's something from a cyclops and something else. By the way, what should I call you?
Boy - I'm Coin.
Trix - And I'm Trix,....I just thought! Fili, Feli, this asshole who cheated on me, his name is Asil, if you hear his name somewhere, then say it.
Coin - Asil? About 23 years old with green leaves and elven ears?
Trix- Huh? Do you know him? I have to beat you too!?
She grabbed Coin's arm and brought her face close to his, threatening him.
Coin - What!? No! I only heard about him from my older brother. My brother is the city guard and he is checking on Asil's father. He wants to find irrefutable evidence of his illegal activities and apprehend him. And, I also heard a little about his son, this Asil.
Trix - Oh... So in other words, you can know where this Asil guy lives, right?
She smiled slightly ominously, hanging around Coin's neck.
Coin - ....M-maybe. But I shouldn't reveal it to outsiders.
Trix - Attention group! Stop! We're not leaving until Coin tells us where to find the asshole!
They obeyed the Trix and stood still, waiting for events to unfold.
Coin - What? No, I won't! I can't reveal such things.
Trix - Either you tell us or we won't give you your wallet.
Coin - .....I-I can't reveal things like that, it could get my brother in trouble.
He wasn't sure what to do, but the wallet seemed to be extremely important to him. He fought with his own thoughts.
Trix - In that case, we say goodbye, and we will not take you anywhere. Fili, Feli, let's go somewhere else.
Trix grabbed her friends and started walking away with them when,
Coin - .......O-okay..... But don't tell anyone I told you.
Trix - The deal is done.
She smiled victoriously knowing she could get her revenge.
Fi - So we're going on an adventure after all!
Feli - Let's go!
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Makio was on the surface. Like everyone else, she admired this amazing phenomenon that was the sky and the sun, although she did it on occasion, because her purpose was different.
After the show, she moved to another part of the city to a large square. There were 3 stands in the square, each of which had a long queue, each with maybe even 50 people, and they kept coming. However, these queues shortened very quickly, so even if you were at the end, you only had to wait a few minutes.
The girl stood in the first line, from the right, and waited her turn.
??? - I don’t want it! I don’t want!
From one of the queues came the scream of a small child. And there was nothing unusual about it because hardly anyone liked needles, and this line was for an injection.
This injection is given to everyone, from birth to death, every week. The dust that covered the whole world not only suffocated, but also poisoned. This injection was supposed to protect against the symptoms of poisoning, in other words, against death.
Every person living in the city was listed and each was assigned 1 injection on a specific day, once a week. Today was the day Makio took the injection.
Finally it was her turn. As always, she sat down in the chair where the predecessors sat and uncovered her arm from the sleeve.
Nurse - Number?
Makio - 32110
The second nurse searched through the long list that lay on the table, finally found the number listed. She marked her presence. At the same time, the second nurse stuck the needle into the arm, injected the contents of the drug, and applied a small piece of tissue paper to the arm.
Nurse - It's done, see you next week.
After the command, Makio got up from her seat.
Makio - See you later.
She said goodbye and began to return to the underground, to her home and work. To go down, she used a large elevator, which takes you from the top to the bottom much faster than the stairs.
The elevator was crowded as many races were returning from the show. It was hard to breathe and move in such a crowd, but after a while the elevator opened and half the people came out to the upper part of the underground. Makio stayed because she was going even lower, to the lower part of the underground. After a while, the elevator went down to the very bottom and Makio went outside. There wasn't much of a difference between the 3 parts of the city, although the top smelled the best. Unlike underground, where the air is musty and heavy, there is a constant breeze on the surface. This also meant that apartments above the ground were definitely more expensive and only people with good earnings lived there. Makio lived in a poverty-stricken area.
She was walking through a dimly lit city, where from time to time you could see a drunk or someone who had just smoked. However, having lived in this place since she was a child, it no longer impressed her. Besides, it wasn't as bad as some on the surface said. There were many nice and trustworthy people here. There were various shops here, albeit inexpensive. And many other things necessary for life. As for crimes, there was a so-called "code" that everyone voluntarily followed, gangs, mafias and other smaller organizations did not enter their premises, and ordinary people did not care. It made for a certain peace here.
Makio reached the kebab shop where she worked. Downstairs was a restaurant and upstairs was her house. Only her sick mother was at home, while her father worked elsewhere.
Instead of going inside, she stood frozen staring through the windows. There were uninvited guests inside. Her heart began to beat like crazy with fear. She knew it was bad. However, she was more worried about the safety of her grandfather, who was there with the thugs.
She took a deep breath to reassure herself and stepped inside.
Makio - Can I help you somehow?
She asked as soon as she entered. The scene she saw terrified her as well as worried her. Just like the day before, her grandfather was battered. He was sitting on the floor, leaning against the counter, surrounded by young men.
Man - So she came. You're an employee here and his granddaughter, right? It just so happens that we've been waiting for you.
Kebamister - No! Please! I run this place, if you want anything, it's only from me!
Man - Shut up!
The thug kicked the old man in the head, closing his mouth.
Man - Yesterday, another group came to collect the payment, but we found that they were defeated and the money was returned to you. So now, in exchange for what happened, your debt tripled. But you're lucky. Our boss is understanding and knows that you won't get this sum so quickly, so you have time until tomorrow.
After hearing how much time they have, Makio got scared. It was like a dream, like a nightmare. She couldn't believe what she heard. Their whole lives fell at their feet.
Makio - Huh!? It is impossible! We won't make it, we didn't even have enough to pay the normal sum.
Man - What do we care? You have time until tomorrow, although it would be more accurate to say your grandfather has time until tomorrow.
Makio - Eh?
They started approaching her. She didn't know what was going on or what she should do. She took a step back in fear. And that's when they pounced on her.
Makio - What are you going to do to me!?
One of the thugs grabbed her arm.
Makio - No! Leave me!
She struggled as more of them grabbed her. They put her to the ground. Her tail was curled and her fur bristled.
Man - Don't struggle, you'll be fine. .....
Until tomorrow
, you'll be fine.
The thug signaled again that the time to collect the money ends tomorrow. Men felt satisfaction by bullying the weaker. They started laughing disgustingly.
Kabamister - No! Please don't take her! Don't hurt her! Please!
Man - If you don't want anything to happen to her, there's supposed to be 60,000 ter here tomorrow. Haha!
He started laughing again with a creepy smile.
Maki - No! Sto-
-p wanted to say, but one of the men punched her hard enough that the woman lost consciousness.
Kebamister - No!
The old man couldn't sit still. Even though he knew he had no chance, he decided to act.
He bared his canine fangs in anger and ran to them. He grabbed the shirt closest to him, trying to pull him away from his granddaughter, but he was quickly pushed away. He was already weak and old, and after being pushed, he fell to the cold floor, and it was difficult for him to get up.
After he fell, everyone started making fun of him and laughing.
Man - You have time until 7pm tomorrow, you better have that money.
The thugs left with the unconscious Makio. The races standing outside noticed the girl, and guessed what had happened, but no one dared to react. Nobody wanted to stand up to the mafia.
The old man was left alone. He was sitting on the floor of his place. He cringed and couldn't hold back his tears. Even though he was old and had been through a lot, he cried like a baby.
Kebamister - What am I going to do now, hlick?
He was talking to himself, pausing from time to time to cry.
Kabamister - And what am I going to tell my son and daughter-in-law now, hlip?
Makio's mother was ill. At the moment, she was upstairs in her room, most likely in bed. She had no idea about the problems her family was facing. Nobody wanted to worry her about these things. Makio's father worked in another part of the city, and it is mainly from his earnings that the family can afford medicines for his mother. He would come home late in the evening and leave early in the morning, and while he knew about some of the problems, he had no idea how big they were.
Kebamister - I'll have to tell him. Hlip. We'll take all the savings, ask the neighbors, hlip. We'll ask the other grandparents if they can give something, hlip.... Maybe...maybe something will come up, hlip.
He tried to cheer himself up, but no matter how long he kept saying it, he had little hope that it would work.
Curled up, taking no further action, he sat on the floor in silence for a few more minutes. All he could hear was murmurs from the street and the occasional hiccup he had from crying.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps and the door to the restaurant opened.
Fi, Feli - Kebamister! Kebamakio! We came....
They started shouting in cheerful voices, but their joy quickly passed when they saw an old man sitting on the floor. His head was bruised, with traces of blood visible from one spot. His eyes were red from crying and he looked miserable.
Trix - What happened, old man!?
Trix immediately ran over to him, checking his condition.
Kebamister - Ah, this? That's nothing...
He said so, but then something got stuck in his throat.
Kebamister - [Is this supposed to be nothing? It's supposed to be nothing!? What am I saying!?]
His thoughts took on an angry form and his face changed from shattered and sad to angrier.
Kebamister - They took Makio! They took her and won't give her back until I have the money for tomorrow! Tomorrow! Tomorrow they will kill her!
Trix - Who? What happened?
Kebamister - It's...
The old man grabbed his forehead and slowly got to his feet. He walked over to Fi and grabbed him by the shoulders with both hands.
Kebamister - These are the people you beat up yesterday! Now they want even more than yesterday! And they took Makio! If only yesterday you hadn't done anything to them!
He let out his anger by shouting at the boy. He shook his shoulders and looked like he wanted to hit him.
Trix - Old Man! I don't know what happened, but don't you dare blame Fi! He didn't hurt you and he didn't take Makio!
The girl immediately defended her friend, whom she considered almost a brother. She knew that no matter what Fi did, he didn't mean it badly.
Trix - Do you know where Makio is now? Where did they take her? We can save her ourselves.
Kabamister - Don't talk nonsense! You're just kids! You can't do anything, it's the whole gang, the whole mafia!
He immediately dismissed the thought of saving her. As an older man, he knew how cruel life could be. He knew a suicide mission wouldn't help in this situation.
Coin was listening to the whole conversation. On the one hand, he knew it wasn't his problem, on the other hand, he couldn't just let it go.
Coin - Em,.... sorry to butt in, but is this "gang" called "Blue Cobra"?
He spoke uninvited.
Kebamister - Yes... yes, that's what they were called, and are you?
Coin - The blue cobra is a gang run by this Asil's father.
He ignored the old man's question and hurried to explain.
Coin - Their base is the same place I told you about.
Trix - So can we find Makio there?
Coin - I think so. But don't even try to go there! I'll tell my brother what's going on, he'll mobilize the guard and-
Fi - Kebamister!
The boy, as if not hearing what Coin was saying, approached the old man.
Fi - It's really my fault this time, so I'll bring Makio back, I promise!
He was sure of what he promised. Without waiting for an answer, Fi grabbed his sister's hand and ran out of the building.
Feli - Me too, I promise!
Just like her brother, she promised to bring Makio back.
Fi - Trix, where is it?
Trix ran right after them, also not listening to what the old man behind her had to say.
Trix - Their base is on the surface, we have to run up. But first, I want to get my toys out of the house.
She smiled at the thought of using the devices she was working on. Likewise, Fi and Feli became very excited about the use of "toys". Their eyes shone with curiosity, and completely forgetting the seriousness of the situation, they unanimously exclaimed,
Fi, Feli - Toys!
They rushed to Trix's apartment, which was in the same building and on the same floor as Fi and Feli. They entered her room. It was much tidier than the siblings' room. The room was decorated in a bold style, in red colors. There was one guitar on the wall, and some ornaments around it.
Trix walked over to the cupboard and opened the lowest drawer. She took out several spherical and strange-looking objects. Fi and Feli looked at them with great interest, but Trix gave them nothing.
Trix - So now, to the rescue of Makio!
They left the apartment and then the column. They reached the stairs and ran up them to the surface. While the average person would take about 40 minutes to climb these stairs, they were at the top in less than 10 minutes. Remembering what Coin had said, Trix led everyone to the periphery of the dome, where they found the building they were looking for.
They hid behind one of the buildings and watched the base.
It was cut off by a high fence, and there were several guards inside. At first glance, they looked vulnerable, but that was just appearances. They hid their weapons so that the city guards would not notice them, although it was probably only by arrangement, because the guards probably knew about this place, they were only bribed not to do anything about it.
Trix - Well, it's time to use my beauties.
Trix took from her bag a certain device, spherical but uneven in shape. It was painted neon pink.
Trix - Ready?
Fi, Feli-Ye-! I means
yes!
At first they were about to scream out loud their excitement, but after a while they shut up and did it in a whisper so that they wouldn't be heard.
Trix - So here we go,
Trix came out of hiding and immediately, so that the guards did not notice her, she threw the device behind the gate. As soon as it fell, it started spinning and making a hissing sound. Immediately after that, huge clouds of pink smoke began to fly from the device. It was a smoke bomb.
With the cover of smoke and the confusion of the guards, Trix, Fi and Feli easily jumped over the fence, and the action began. |
***
S
omewhere in the Holy Palatial Gardens, a few hours earlier…***
“I know why you came to me,” was the greeting of the Demon Saint, Natasha Bellingsen, to the demon king-president and Usarved princess, Noir, the moment the latter appeared at her door. “I already explained it to everyone before; I am Cassandra David, the hero of Chersea from eons ago. And if you wanted me to give you proof, I’d tell you…the first of the Usarveds, my faithful maid and your ancestor, Abigail, I’m pissed at her.”
The Usarved princess let herself in, and following the cue of the Demon Saint, she sat on one of the nearby chairs. While the statement of the Lady Natasha surprised her, Noir summoned her courage to keep asking, “May I know why, Your Holiness?”
“
Ah, tangina,
lagi na lang sya nakikialam sa akin,” (
Ah, that bitch,
she’s always fussing around me,) Natasha said in Filipino. Though she uttered those, there was a poignant smile on her face, rather than actually getting irritated. “Pero masaya pa rin kahit ganun…kahit sabihin na nating, nag-iisa lang ako bilang tao sa Cherflammen.” (But it’s fun though, even if I’m the only human in Cherflammen.)
“Mukhang magkaibigan talaga kayo ng kalola-lolahan ko…” (Looks like you and my great grandmother are really close friends…)
“
Oh, damn right
we are!” the Demon Saint reverted to Chersean, “We’d always exchange magazines of muscle men! In fact, it was Abigail who introduced me to those stuff!”
“M-My apologies for my ancestor tainting your holiness!”
“No, no! Don’t be so flustered about it,” Natasha laughed. “Look, even though I’m the saint, it’s not like I don’t have my own ‘dark’ desires. Abigail just helped me through it, and for that, I’m thankful.”
A moment of silence followed, as Noir kept on asking herself whether she should bring out the questions she had in mind. Natasha, on her part, was aware of the Usarved princess’ thoughts, as she had been looking into the former’s mind ever since she entered her room. The Demon Saint saw the issues she had to address, and determined that it was best for Noir to be the one to ask first.
Soon, the Usarved princess spoke, “Your Holiness, I’d been wanting to ask this ever since the Saint of the Flame revealed your identity.
Uhm,
why?”
“The human body is full of limitations,” Natasha replied. “While the gods made the humans extremely adaptable to their environment, they soon realized that with long lives, they pose a threat to the other races. So, they gave them limitations. And I, as I look for ways to return to my world, concluded that my human body can’t live for that long. My solution is to transfer my thoughts—no, my soul—into a demon body, which is comparable to the elves’ lengthy lives. This is how ‘Natasha Bellingsen’ was born.”
“You mean Natasha Bellingsen is another person? And you took over her body?”
The Demon Saint shook her head, “No, ‘Natasha Bellingsen’ is only an invented person, a fake name I created so I can fool everyone else that Cassandra David is already dead. You know, Gaius and Seirna were both scheming against me even after that god stepped down from his heavenly authority, so I have to change identity. However, they eventually learned the truth, anyway.”
“I’m surprised that they only moved against you now.”
“Well, while we’re engaged in a ‘silent war’, there came a complication.”
“Which is?”
“The current Human Saint, Madelaine Ann Rubinforth. Truth be told, Lady Madelaine is not meant to be a saint. However, Gaius’ wife—the Lady Arame, or the ‘Seductress’—schemed to grab the god-power herself, starting with the god-power of healing. So, she inserted her ‘child’, Maddie, in the timeline and the sainthood. And we know what happened next. Several years ago, she was to be ‘eliminated’ by the Timeline itself, by killing herself so the ‘real’ saint is elected in her place. However, it didn’t happen…”
“Because?”
“My teacher, Sir G, intervened.”
“Greg Santos? Sir Kuro?”
Natasha nodded, “Sir G—as I love to call him—was summoned by the Lady Madelaine before she committed the act. And you know him; there was a time when a former student and friend of his committed suicide, and it stuck to him ever since. He’d always tell us while he’s our teacher, he won’t allow anyone to kill themselves, even at the cost of his rest time. And you know what? He really did what he said!”
“I’ve only been his student for a short time, but I knew everything you say, Your Holiness,” Noir smiled. “The Lord Greg is someone who tries his best to do what he says, even if it inconveniences him.”
“Right, no?” then, suddenly, the Demon Saint fell silent.
Worried about her sudden pause, the Usarved princess asked, “Your Holiness…i-is there,
uhm,
something wrong?”
“No, I just remembered something,” Natasha replied. “You know, whenever me and my classmates are in trouble, Sir G would always be there to help us. As what you said, even if it disturbs him, he would still appear to back us up. Goodness, and to think me and my classmates took him for granted…”
“Yep, that’s typical Sir Greg.”
“Indeed. And that’s why back then, you know, when the god, Gaius, stepped down from his heavenly pedestal and surrendered his authority, the High King of the Gods offered his god-powers to me…”
“I didn’t know of that, Your Holiness!”
“You don’t have to, for I refused it.”
“Oh…”
“Yes,” Natasha let out another laugh. “Because, looking back at my decisions, I know I’m not fit to be a goddess. See, I nearly destroyed your people, relying on a one-sided account of events. I went through the genocidal whims of Gaius, simply because I trusted him for being a god. And I was fooled by his wife, Lady Arame—or the ‘Seductress’—because of my single-minded desire to avenge myself for my errors. Tell me, will you even trust the safety of your world to a person easily-swayed like me?”
To that, the Usarved princess had no answer.
“So, when I refused, I thought of someone more worthy of becoming god instead of that narcissist, Gaius…”
Noir’s eyes widened in surprise, “Your Holiness, you mean…”
“Yes, the reason Sir G came into this world is that I wanted and trusted him to be Chersea’s god,” the Demon Saint admitted. “However, he’s already dead, and we have even forgotten about his existence for six years…”
The demon-king president found herself speechless at the revelation. Then, just as Natasha was about to break the ice…
“!!!”
“Natasha!” it was Ruro, who teleported into her room. “Come quick! We can feel Maddie’s bloodlust oozing out!” |
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T
he Exhibit Grounds, Holy Palatial Gardens…***
The grassy plains to the north side of the Holy Palatial Gardens were already filled with people even before the official time for the exhibits to open. Visitors came from all walks of life and from all the races constituting the population of Chersea and the Other Realms, they flocked to the Human Saint’s extensive official estate to gaze and wonder at the achievements of a peaceful and harmonious relationship between the human, beastfolk and demons. And since it was also an opportunity for some enterprising individuals to advertise their products and services and earn a living, the organizers permitted early ‘clients’, though with their own separate area, so as not to pose a danger (accidents) to the exhibits itself.
Among those who were selling their merchandise were a few beastfolk artists from Cherwind. Their sales pitch included the line that they were once beastmen refugees, and were taught to draw together. Now, they were selling books they call ‘speaking drawings’, but for Lady Hinwe Tal-Inwir, it was actually…
“This is a
manga!
” she exclaimed, almost surprising everyone else near who heard her shout. “You guys are doing
manga?
”
The beastmen artists exchanged confused looks, as Lady Hinwe’s companion and maid, Meanor, pulled her aside.
“Your Holiness,” the elf servant whispered. “If you keep shouting like that, you’d soon attract unwanted attention to you. Next time we know it, our cover is already blown, and the other saints will know that you are here.”
“M-My bad, Meanor,” the Elf Saint giggled, “It’s just that, I’m surprised these Dog tribe kids made
manga.
I can’t contain my excitement! I wanted to read those right now!”
“I understand you’re happy about it, Your Holiness, but keep your voice down is all I’m asking you.”
“Alright,” Lady Hinwe, disguised as a common elf by wearing ‘commoner’ clothes, then asked the beastman artists, “did you guys really make this?”
One of them, a dog-girl named Goots (as her small name-plate said), stepped forward, “Yes, Miss Elf! I personally made the drawings for book 1, then my siblings did books 2 and 3.”
“
Ah,
what’s the story all about?”
“Are you familiar with how Lady Ursura of the West Ursus became our queen?”
Lady Hinwe shook her head.
“That’s the gist of it!” the dog-girl triumphantly declared. “I won’t tell you here, though; or I’ll spoil the fun.”
The Elf Saint clapped her hands, “Interesting!”
“And do you know, Miss Elf?” Goots continued, “Let me share to you a little trivia; the King of Cherwind personally taught us how to draw, as well as other stuff like cooking and washing and—”
“Hold up, Goots!” another dog-girl, Moots, intervened. “You’re already holding back our customer from looking at other merchandise!” Then, Moots turned to the Elf Saint, “My apologies, Miss Elf. My sister really loves talking about our former teacher, which is His Majesty the King Kuro of Cherwind himself.”
“Kuro of Cherwind?” the elves exchanged puzzled looks.
“
Oh,
my bad. It is one of His Majesty’s nickname in our lands, the most famous of which is, ‘The Eternal King of Cherwind’,” Moots explained. “However, in these parts of Chersea, he is the ‘Lord Kuro of Arles’. I just learned that he is also a baron and a hero among humans. Well, I remember back then that the king looked unassuming, really, and he loves to teach and share his knowledge to us…including my playmates. In fact, we’d love to make a book of speaking drawings about him, but…”
“But…?”
“For some reason, we forgot about him,” the dog-girl revealed. “
Hmm…
I don’t know, Miss Elf. Maybe it’s because we of the Dog tribe just loved playing back then that we didn’t give too much attention to His Majesty the King.”
“Oh…”
Lady Hinwe glanced at her maid; Meanor was also staring back at her. “Well, anyway, please give me each of those books.”
“Thanks for your patronage!”
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A
few minutes later, the main exhibits opened. Already heavily laden with the items they purchased, Meanor complained to her mistress,
“Your H-Holiness, can we please go back and drop these off at the inn we’re staying at?”
“
Eh,
just give those to Gerard,” Lady Hinwe quipped. “I think we should complete going around this place in one go. The more times we return, the more likely the other saints will discover my presence. And they’ll be forced to go through the trouble of officially welcoming me.
Ugh,
I hate those formal events.”
“Well, t-true…w-wait, Your Holiness, G-Gerard? Who—?”
“Gerard,” the Elf Saint repeated the name, though in a forceful tone, as if she was trying to make Meanor remember immediately. “The guard…you know, Gerard…”
“
Oh,
right!” the elf maid finally recalled. “Yes, Gerard! Now, where is that guard? He’s supposed to be following us!”
“Told him earlier he can go around without us. He’s there…somewhere, I think?”
“I’ll make sure he’ll have his salary cut for guarding us so perfectly!” Meanor smiled, but Lady Hinwe could feel the dread oozing out from her.
“Come on! Don’t be so hard on the new guy!”
“
Eh,
you’re too kind as always, Your Holiness!”
Lady Hinwe only answered Meanor’s comment with a smile. Then, they continued walking down the cobblestone paths laid on the grass that guided them past the exhibits of the human, beastfolk and demon societies. The Elf Saint couldn’t stop herself from expressing her awe and admiration for the displays.
“Look Meanor, look!” she would call her maid’s attention frequently, much to the latter’s annoyance. “It says here that this is an hourglass! Apparently, humans, demons, and beastfolk use devices like these to tell and measure time!”
“I know, Your Holiness. I can read.”
“Meanor! Over there! That’s one huge furnace!”
“Your Holiness, the display says ‘steam machine’. It is invented by an owl-girl, Lady Salis of the Owls, with the help of the King of Cherwind, the Lord Kuro of Arles.”
“Steam…machine? Isn’t that the same as the ones running the trams and human trade ships we used to get here?”
“I believe so, Your Holiness,” the elf maid pointed to the other side of the ‘Steam Machine’ exhibit. “Look, there are ‘miniatures’ of this big machine. I guess these are the ones they installed in those transports?”
“
Hmm…
makes sense.”
“And check out the demon booths, too, Your Holiness!”
“D-Demon booths?”
“Well,
duh,
yes! I know they’re demons,” Meanor showed the Elf Saint the information card for the demon exhibit she picked. “Look, they may be demons, but their inventions are pretty good, too.”
“What’s that, anyway?”
“It says here that…
hmm…
a ‘data storage box’? Basically, it functions as a magic-operated storage meant for hundreds of books,” the elf maid scrutinized the sample model, which was shaped like a box with arcane designs. “Maybe a library of some sorts? But this is too small to fit even the lightest of magazines!”
“Possibly it’s like a hard disk drive?”
“A
what?
”
“A storage of files on my laptop. Maybe the demons would type the information—like copy the words written on a book, then store those there.”
“I guess it’s a similar device, then.”
Lady Hinwe didn’t answer, as she was quickly distracted by the other inventions. As her duty dictated, Meanor had to keep up with her mistress’ lead, thus she was forced to put down the ‘data storage box’.
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“
T
his is really unfair,” the Elf Saint muttered one time she and her maid took a break from going around. They sat on one of the benches, having bought some ice cream to melt away their exhaustion.
“What is, Your Holiness?” Meanor offered her the other cone of ice cream she held. “You want more ice cream?”
Lady Hinwe shook her head, “The other saints didn’t even bother to invite me to their exhibits.”
“
Hm?
I believe everyone is invited,” the maid showed her to a nearby poster. “Look, it says, ‘all races from all walks of life are welcome’.”
“Still…” the Elf Saint’s shoulder dropped. “I’m also a saint…I mean, yes, my people hate me. We got no machines like that steam machine. And I don’t even bother to rule properly. But I’m still a saint…”
“I’m sure the other saints didn’t mean to exclude you,” Meanor tried to cheer her up. “Maybe, it’s because it’s been long since you went out of the tree palace and actually talked to other people, besides me, that they don’t even know if you’re still alive.”
“They’d know if I’m dead. We saints are required to come to the acclamation of new saints, particularly the human ones—since their lives don’t last long. Likewise, if I’m dead, and a new saint replaces me, they’ll come to Cherwoods.”
“I-I see…”
“Well, it’s not like they’re the ones at fault, Meanor,” Lady Hinwe heaved a sigh. “After all, you’re right. I rarely go out of my room, let alone the tree palace. Dealing with other people is a such a pain, really. You need to size up to their expectations, and you have to keep appearances so they’d always ‘respect’ you.”
Meanor had no answer for those words. She could only offer her other ice cream, which the Elf Saint accepted.
“Ah!
” the Elf Saint raised her ice cream cone like how a warrior raised her sword, “If only I can enter the world of
manga
and be the main character! I’d gladly do it!”
“It’s unfortunate, Your Holiness, but you’ll have to live in real life,” the maid pointed out.
“True…”
A moment of complete silence. Lady Hinwe stood up, ready to go back in, looking around the exhibits. While Meanor understood where her mistress was coming from, she could still find no proper response to console the Elf Saint. But then, even with that sad conversation, Lady Hinwe was back to her usual self, as if that talk didn’t take place. So, as always, Meanor fixed her clothes and followed the Elf Saint’s lead. |
***
T
he Saint’s Tree, Cherwoods***
“We really need help! Her Holiness can lift a finger or two to send us aid, can’t she?”
“We offer our apologies, but the Saint can’t be disturbed right now!”
“I don’t need your apologies! Show us Her Holiness, or at least, bring us to her! Tell her the elves—her people—is about to die from hunger, or from the encroaching sand! When would she even move; when half of Cherwoods are already desolate?”
“We ask for your understanding—”
“I refuse to understand now; my people dying!”
“Stop that elf! He has drawn his sword! Arrest him!”
From the windows of the small ‘tree palace’ allotted for him, Kuro watched another delegation of elves turned away, and their ‘vocal’ members arrested for running amok. The human could only close his eyes and shook his head. It’s not like he couldn’t understand the despair and sense of urgency from those elves coming to the Saint’s Tree to ask for their saint’s help, only to fail in the end. As the desert outside the limits of Cherwoods’ ancient forests advanced to the interior of the Elvish territories, so was the threat of starvation and death rose.
However, what’s even more remarkable for him was that, even with all the voice calling out to her, the Elf Saint remained unmoved. Far hidden in one of the inner rooms of the tree palace, the only concern in her mind right now was how to get her laptop connected to the internet.
Well, while Kuro was aware of her current situation, the Lady Hinwe’s god-power greatly weakened as her people gradually lost faith in her. At this rate, he surmised that it might vanish once everyone started cursing their saint, instead of praising her.
It’s the opposite of the conditions for his own god-powers to gain strength…
“…”
And, even complicating the problem were the Elf Saint’s palace officials and servants. Originally brought there to serve the needs of their holy lady, soon they realized they possessed the ‘power’ and ‘influence’ to interact with the people outside the palace grounds. With the Lady Hinwe refusing to take charge, they brought matters to their hands, deciding on issues their mistress had no knowledge.
And he read enough history books on non-ruling emperors of Imperial China to expect what will happen next…
So, to keep the order of things without drawing flak to him, Kuro tried his best to shore up positive public opinion back to the Elf Saint by helping those Elvish delegations arriving from all over Cherwoods. But then, some of the palace officials had seen his efforts as attempts to undermine their hold on their newfound ‘power’, so they worked to prevent him from talking to the other elves.
Humans have no business with the lives of the elves,
as they declared to him. And honestly, Kuro thought they were right. He shouldn’t be dipping himself into the affairs of the elves.
However…
“…”
Kuro’s eyes went from the window to the set of clothes he was given by Her NEET Holiness after she summoned him. If it wasn’t for the Lady Hinwe, perhaps his spirit and body would remain buried deep in the swirling sands of Cherflammen.
“…”
On a related note, how did he gain another life? Isn’t it—if he remembers well—the Saint of the Flame who possesses the god-power over life and death?
The human commoner shook his head, returning to the pressing issue. For now, questions and answers about his ‘third life’ would have to wait. The court politics of the Saint’s Tree was so bad, Kuro told himself that a ‘power shift’ was about to happen anytime soon. And everyone was so fixated on the power struggle that they had no idea of how dangerous their situation was, given that the desert kept on advancing into Cherwoods.
He has to do something drastic, or everyone in this land will die…
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T
he Holy Palatial Gardens***
The scene at the tram station didn’t escape Eris’ mind. While she was not on duty with the ‘welcome party’ led by the Human Saint, she was assigned to clean the areas around the place, along with her entire department.
So, she couldn’t help but hear the conversation between Her Holiness and the elf visitors.
“!!!”
The moment Eris learned about that man from Cherwoods calling himself ‘Kuro of Arles’, she dropped her cleaning tools and dashed towards where the owl-girl, Salis of the Owls, stayed.
“The Lord Kuro!” were the words the young Braunhauer maid blurted out the moment she burst into Salis’ room. “He’s alive!”
“I know,” the owl-girl answered, unaffected by the excitement brought by the human. Unfazed by Eris’ words, she continued changing her clothes.
The young maid, seeing that Salis was changing into what seemed to be clothes for traveling and the stuffed bag on the bed, asked, “
Erm…milady,
you’re leaving the exhibition?”
“Yes,” the owl-girl’s curt reply. “I’m off to find the Lord Kuro.”
“Oh?”
“I think you heard me before,” Salis explained, all the while doing a last check of her things. “As long as I don’t see any corpse, no one can conclusively prove to me that the Lord Kuro is dead. I don’t care if they are the saints…I don’t give
a damn
even if they are the gods! I’m a genius, and I can always prove that I’m correct!”
“Such confidence,” Eris marveled at the owl-girl’s resolution, “however…
erm…
do you know where to go?”
“What are you taking me for,
buffoon?
” the owl-girl countered. “You’re talking to one of Cherwind’s—possibly the most—intelligent Beastman in existence! Of course, I know where I should start looking! And another reason for me to leave is because…you know…social events like the exhibits exhaust me.”
“Any known place you’d go?”
“Yes. But I won’t tell you.”
“You mean, you don’t know.”
“
A-Ahem…
I-I’m a genius…I can follow my gut feelings, and still be correct!”
“So where will you go then?”
“Err…”
Eris stared at the owl-girl with a confident smile on her face, though there was also a hint of sarcasm and mockery written all over it. Salis was aware of this, so she tried to fight back.
“And what do you know, Lady Braunhauer? You speak as if you know where to look!”
“Well, of course, I do. It’s the reason I’m here, actually.”
“Alright then,” Salis still held her head high, “I’ll allow you to share your educated guess with my genius self.”
“Nope,” the young maid chuckled. “Yes, we’re both interested; but first things first, owl lady. I don’t like that arrogance you exude, and I’m telling you, you need my information. And it won’t kill you if you just bring yourself down a bit, and ask properly.”
Salis was taken aback, “Wha-What do you—”
“Saying ‘please’ will help you.”
The owl-girl and Eris locked gazes in a silent contest of intimidation. Still, the former knew that her chances of finding the Lord Kuro were slimmer if she remained high on her pedestal, so—for the sake of obtaining information—she raised the white flag first.
“You better give me good news,” Salis muttered before she begrudgingly asked, “Please, may I know the information you have on the Lord Kuro?”
Satisfied, Eris smiled and tapped on the owl-girl’s shoulders. Then, she narrated the events that transpired at the tram station, and what the Human Saint and the elves talked about.
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T
he Heavenly Realms***
The place remained as it was the last time each of the four saints came there for a visit. No matter how many years had passed in the mortal realms, the scenes they see never changed. The same gilded roads and gates. The same pleasant feeling to greet them whenever they set their feet on the golden ground. And the same gatekeeper, holding his rooster, waiting by the main gates of the heavenly palace.
“Old man Peter…”
“
Oh!
Welcome,
uh…
” thought taken aback, the old man fixed his glasses to check on his visitors. “I didn’t expect you four are going to drop a visit, Your Holinesses from Chersea, Cherwind, Cherflammen, and
uh…
”
“I’m just an overseer saint, Sir Peter,” Seirna reminded him. “I have no world to rule over in Chersea and the Four Realms; I’m just there to make sure everything works as the former god, the Lord Gaius, had intended.”
“Right, thanks for reminding me, Lady Seirna. Anyway, you need to meet with the High King of the Gods?”
“Well, pardon us for disturbing everyone,” it was Ruro who answered. “But we really need to talk to Him.”
“I see…there’s an assembly of all the gods and goddesses as of the moment,” the old man Peter added as he opened the gates, “but don’t worry; His Majesty has always time for those who call to Him. Please, come inside!”
And with him as their guide, the old man Peter led them to the grand hall of the heavenly palace. There, they came upon the High King of the Gods, sitting on His throne and flanked by several other (lesser) gods and goddesses of various realms. Once the saints appeared, He asked for everyone else to leave the hall for a moment.
“Thank you for bringing them here, Peter!” the old God smiled. “You may leave now.”
The gatekeeper bowed and took his leave. Then, once they were alone in the presence of the High King, the four saints immediately kneeled before Him.
“You may raise your heads,” His gentle voice said to them, so they did as they were told.
It was Maddie who spoke first, “Your Majesty,
Milord,
me and my fellow saints have come here to beseech Your help regarding a matter of personal importance.”
“Please, feel free to speak, my child.”
“I-It’s…” the Human Saint, as she knew she had made the same request before, had trouble speaking, “I-It’s about my…”
“Your Majesty, it’s about my old teacher, and Maddie’s lover and fiancée, the Lord Kuro of Arles,” Natasha entered the conversation.
“
Oh!
Yes, Kuro! Or as he is known in his old world, Greg Santos,” the High King had a fond smile on His face.
“Yes,
Milord.
Six years ago, in Chersea’s time, we left him to die in Cherflammen,” the Demon Saint had a hint of bitterness in her voice. “We…even though we possess the god-powers, failed to save him.”
“A truly unfortunate event, yes…” He commented.
Ruro then followed Natasha’s lead with a question, “Y-Your Majesty, I’m sure You already know the reason we’re here. As what the desire of everyone else with me, we’d like to appeal for another life for this man—for my master, if You can accommodate such request, Lord.”
“It is my fault, Your Majesty!” Maddie added. “I keep on acting on my selfish whims, and abused the courtesy You gave me before. This is why I ask of You to punish me in exchange for Kuro’s life!”
“
Hmm…
there’s no need for that, my child,” the High King replied. “And let me remind you that while you did act on your whims, you’re also under the influence of your ‘mother’. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”
“T-Thank you, Your Majesty…” was all the Human Saint could say.
“However,” He continued, “while I wanted to act upon your request, I have to decline.”
The four saints were quiet, but the High King could hear the questions and bewilderment in their hearts, almost simultaneously asking why. He could only sigh…
“My children, it is true that I would like to help you bring back Kuro. But then, please understand that I—even as the High King of the Gods—am bound by the rules and oaths I formed with the others. Madelaine, you know yourself that I already broke that before.”
“Y-Yes, I…I understand, Your Majesty,” Maddie could feel her heart sank, as the words of the High King of the Gods rang in her ears. It’s not like she could force Him to do what she wanted, after all, He did accommodate her plea when Kuro died in the aftermath of the Tri-Skill Tournament.
Natasha, for her part, was about to cry. Nevertheless, Ruro noticed that and held her hand in an effort to console the Demon Saint. Only Seirna was unaffected by the emotions.
“My children,” the High King of the Gods broke the ice. “Everything happens for a reason, and there is a time for everything. Soon, you’ll see why things went like the way it is right now. Go home in peace.”
Aware that they couldn’t pursue the matter with the High King of the Gods any further, the four saints then gave their respects and left the heavenly halls, albeit with heavy hearts. The High King watched them until they disappeared beyond the gates of St. Peter.
“Are you sure about this, Your Majesty?”
The High King of the Gods turned to the winged figure that appeared behind Him, “What is it, Gabriel?”
“That they don’t know the man, Kuro, is alive and is in Cherwoods right now.”
“Well, I can’t simply just break the oaths I’ve made with the gods and meddle in other worlds’ affairs,” He told him with a smile. “Besides, it is Kuro’s wish to remain in Cherwoods for the meantime. Everything and everyone has a purpose, and his goal is not yet done. I won’t stop him from what he intended to do; after all, as I am also an overseer of other gods and their realms, I do not wish for any people to perish.”
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T
he Holy Palatial Gardens***
“Alright. Though we are not sure if this man in Cherwoods is the real ‘Kuro of Arles’, it’s definitely a lead,” Salis took the notes she wrote based on Eris’ words, and kept it on one of her dress’ breast pockets. “All that’s left is to see with my own eyes whether this is true.”
“When are you leaving?” Eris asked.
“Why do you care?” the owl-girl countered. “It’s not like we’re confined to our accommodations for the rest of the exhibits.”
“You’re not,” the young maid confirmed. “However, I need to tell Her Holiness that I won’t be working for several days, or weeks, or possibly even months! Not to mention, you’re under the responsibility of the Beastman Queen, Lady Ursura. If you suddenly disappeared without clear whereabouts, I’m sure your mother will worry!”
“
Oi,
I’m fine with you informing the others about my departure, but let me be clear—I’d like to journey alone.”
“Well, if we’re not of the same goal, I’ll travel alone, too.”
“
Tsk.
Now, now, don’t be so hasty in your decisions, Lady Braunhauer,” Salis explained. “See, I’m a Beastman. A member of the Owl tribe, thus, you can say that I’m used to a rough life. In contrast, one look at your delicate features and I can tell your body is not suited for long journeys.”
“What? Are you telling me we’re going to climb mountains? Scale steep cliff sides? Travel through the unexplored countryside?”
“I don’t know. Even as I’m a genius, there’s always an element of unpredictability when one travels, so why ask?”
“And do you even know the way to Cherwoods and the Saint’s Tree palace?”
The owl-girl had no answer for that. Though it hurt her pride to do so, Salis had to admit her shortcomings. However, she deflected the embarrassment by returning the question, “Well, do you?”
“No,” Eris’ confidence never wavered. “But since we both have no idea what road to take and direction to go, we need maps. And those maps are on the shelves of the bookshelves in the library here. It just so happens that as a maid in-charge of cleaning that place occasionally, I have access to its keys.”
“Can’t you just lend me a map and remain here? You’re only going to hinder me in my travels.”
The young maid shook her head, “I thought you’re already aware of this, but, I guess you need to be reminded again,
milady.
You’re not the only one who loves the Lord Kuro. And as one of the few who still cling to that small glimmer of hope that he’s alive and well, I want to be the first to welcome him back. Or, if that guy in Cherwoods is a fake, condemn him for disrespecting the man who captured our hearts.”
Salis could only stare at Eris as the young maid talked about her reasons. Weighing on her options, the owl-girl still had her apprehensions. However, Eris, aware that she’s about to convince Salis, added,
“While I can’t travel that far from one point to another, I can help you with food, washing clothes, and other domestic matters. Besides, do you even know the meaning of my name, Braunhauer?”
The owl-girl shook her head.
“First, the House of Braunhauer is one of the richest noble houses in Chersea. After my parents died, I inherited their wealth, which is managed by my second mother back in our estate. Even when I donated a huge part of my fortunes to Her Holiness the Human Saint, I can still buy a castle or two with the money I currently have with me (and excluding the total wealth of my house). Second, before the Saint’s Peace, we run the biggest mercenary companies in Amaranth. It’s not a surprise that we can meet some of our old people in every Chersean city, which in turn, can help us in our travels.”
At that point, as Salis was used to her mother taking care of her needs (even as she served as the Directress of the Royal Academy of Cherwind), had no more second-thoughts on taking Eris with her.
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O
nce Salis and Eris ironed out their differences and their responsibilities for the upcoming journey, the young maid immediately went to see the Human Saint, bringing a letter explaining her decision to travel with the owl-girl.
“…”
At the doors outside the private chamber of Lady Madelaine, however, was the captain of the Paladin Guards Corps, Lady Sylvia, the duchess of Henristone. She stood in front of the entrance as if she’s barring Eris’ way in, much to the surprise of the young maid.
“I’m sorry,
milady,
” the paladin told her. “Her Holiness ordered us to keep everyone off her room until she permits it.”
“
Oh…
is there something the matter?”
“I think Her Holiness is with the other saints,” Lady Henristone explained. “I don’t know what’s going on, but if I may guess, this must’ve something to do with the Lord Kuro of Arles.”
“Right…but in any case, if I may request of you,” Eris fished out the letter from her apron’s pocket, “can you hand this letter to Her Holiness? I’ll be going on a journey with the Lady Salis, and I can’t wait for her much longer, see?”
“Well, I can’t do that as well,” the paladin revealed.
“
Eh?
Why?”
“
Err…
how do I explain this?” Lady Henristone paused for a bit, before continuing, “Before Her Holiness the Lady Madelaine locked herself and the other saints in this room, she told me that if you or the owl-lady happen to come to her to inform that you’re leaving, then I must go with you.”
“I see…wait, what?”
The paladin captain just smirked.
“Why?”
“Who knows? I’m just following orders,” Lady Henristone shrugged. “Well, wait, let’s be clear. It’s not like I’m being forced to do this. I wanted to go to Cherwoods and denounce that man who claims to be the Lord Kuro of Arles.”
“
Hmm…
I guess we can use your expertise in fighting,
milady,
” Eris nodded. “After all, a journey with two ladies who only know how to run or fly? I doubt we can go that far if the push comes to the shove.”
“And, that’s not all,” the paladin captain showed her a letter, sealed by the signet ring of the Human Saint.
“That’s…”
“Yep, this is a letter meant for the Human Saint’s ambassador to Cherwoods. Her Holiness gave it to me, along with the instructions to escort you to the Saint’s Tree,” Lady Henristone laughed. “I think the Human Saint has got all your needs covered, yes?”
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“
S
o,
uh…
Lady Braunhauer, please tell me.”
“Yep?”
“This is the ‘support’ Her Holiness the Human Saint sent to us?”
“If you’re talking about the Lady Sylvia, Duchess of Henristone, then it’s a yes,” Eris confirmed, as their group headed to the other gatehouse (the one on the far side, opposite of the gatehouse facing the town of Arles). “Perhaps Lady Madelaine had seen our desires in our hearts, so she pre-empted us by giving her support. After all, while Lady Henristone’s fighting abilities are admirable, the head maid Lady Lily von Leese is more than enough for the security of Her Holiness the Human Saint…who is also a former general of Nerfes, like the Lady Lily.”
“Not to mention, she trusts me,” the paladin captain added.
“Well, I have no qualms about the Duchess of Henristone coming with us. However…” Salis turned her attention to their other companions. “Can someone explain to me what these two demons are doing here? Why are they tagging along with us?”
Eris and Lady Sylvia stared back at the lycanthrope, Nari Tambara, and the orc-girl, Tama’lee. Having no answer to the owl-girl’s question, they exchanged smiles, and just shrugged the issue off.
“Tama may look like this,” the orc-girl flexed her muscles, “but she can help carry her friends’ bags! Not to mention, Tama is a state scientist of the demon republic; she knows how to create body-enhancing stuff, in case everyone gets tired in the middle of the road.”
“Okay, you make a good point,” Salis handed to the orc the bag she was carrying. Then she looked at Nari, “What can she do?”
“Cook,” was Nari’s curt reply.
“Wait…we got the Lady Braunhauer to deal with our food,” Salis replied. “I don’t think we need another member who can just cook on this journey!”
“If Tama may speak—”
“Please stay quiet, orc!” the owl-girl rebuked her. “I get it that you want to come along and see the Lord Kuro, but we’re heading to the land of the elves. Aren’t you guys aware that those people hated you more than the humans?”
Nari and Tama’lee shook their heads.
“Well, now you know,” Salis waved her hand. “Now, if you can just head back to your rooms, it’ll be nice. Tagging along would only hinder us.”
“Lady Salis,” it was Eris. “I think you may want to reconsider.”
“Why?”
“See, the Lady Nari Tambara is a well-known chef of various Chersean and Filipino dishes in the demon republic.”
“So?”
“Compared to her, my knowledge of cooking is inferior.”
“We’re traveling, right? We’re not attending royal balls or parties.”
“Well, I’m sure you won’t like to eat the same stuff for the entire journey,” Eris reiterated. “Look, we got a powerful orc baggage carrier, and a skilled paladin captain for hunting. They can always go look for our food if needed. Then, Lady Nari would be in-charge of the cooking. Naturally, as a chef, she’d only prepare nice meals. The end? A happy travel, full of contented tummies.”
“Hmm…”
the owl-girl paused for a bit. “You make a good argument, Lady Braunhauer, though if I’m alone I can just fly from here straight to the Chersea-Cherwoods border crossing.”
“Right, that’s a great plan…” Lady Henristone commented, pulling a map from her bag. “Only, where will you land to cross? As far as I remember, the Chersea-Cherwoods border crossing lies in the middle of the Great Sea, and the border guards will never allow you into their boats for security reasons.”
“
Oh…
my genius self didn’t know that.”
“So, in any case,” the paladin captain continued, “we’d have to catch a ship going to the crossing. The best choice is to head to the kingdom of Shent; see that small island in the easternmost tip of the Calabrian peninsula? That’s where we need to go. They have a port there, where ships going to and from Chersea, Cherwoods, and Equality are docked.”
“How many days will it take us before arriving there?” Salis asked.
“Probably a week or two, with two weeks the worst delay,” Lady Sylvia mused. “Though, since we’re going to pass by the Kingdom of Colveente, we can ask my estate to provide us a carriage to bring us to the train station in Sekhtem and straight to the port of Mouth of Calabria, thus avoiding the customs and identity checks upon crossing the inter-kingdom borders. Then, from there, we’ll cross the waters of the Eastern Approaches into the Kingdom of Galad, then cross again to the Second Island of the Kingdom of Hareth, and finally, into the Kingdom of Shent. Got it?”
The four other ladies threw blank stares at the Duchess of Henristone. And Salis commented, “L-Let’s just follow your lead up to the Kingdom of Shent, shall we? I feel like my head is going to explode the more I listen to your explanation.”
“G-Great idea,
milady!
” Eris backed her up. “D-Don’t you think so too, guys?”
Nari and Tama nodded.
“
Grr…
this is the reason civilians are so…
ugh,
you’re all so weak!” Lady Sylvia whispered the last words and stomped her feet as they approached the gatehouse of the Holy Palatial Gardens facing the east. |
H
inwe Tal-Inwir, the current Elf Saint, or as she was known by her official title, the Custodian of Cherwoods’ Divine Waters. She came from a line of long-lived elves who served as the Elf Saint, with her lifespan made even longer because of her half-divinity. As such, she—along with the Beastman Saint Lady Ruro of the Wolf—saw or interacted the legendary human hero, Cassandra David, when she was still walking over Chersea and the Four Other Realms.
“…”
However, unlike the Beastman Saint—known for her outgoing and nonchalant personality, Lady Hinwe was a polar opposite. She’s the type who’d rather stay at the sidelines of a ball or party, instead at the middle of it. Images dedicated to her were forbidden, and no portrait of hers could be seen anywhere, including her own city. Personal visits were not allowed, though it was fine for emergency meetings. But even there, she’d rather send a representative to speak for her, while she listened from behind a spot in the room, hidden from sight by heavy curtains.
Well, it’s not like she’s keeping up the distance from her worshippers because the elf lady meant it. If one could go past the thick curtains that obscure the Saint during her rare appearances, one would be surprised that the ‘Lady Hinwe’ who sat and listened from behind the covers was not really the Lady Hinwe entrusted with the god-powers. Those who could remember the Elf Saint’s looks from eons ago would immediately say that this was a body double; a guard tasked with her safety.
Yes, she is a fake Lady Hinwe.
Now, one might ask, where was the Lady Hinwe? Somewhere in that huge, hollow tree converted into the Elf Saint’s palace, there was a room. Unlike others with heavy, gilded oak doors, this one only had a notable sign that says ‘Keep Out’ in Elvish tongue.
Though it was an unassuming place, inside was Cherwoods’ half-goddess, the real Elf-Saint, Hinwe Tal-Inwir. Nearly all the time she sat—or laid down—on her gilded couch, reading on books, and/or munching on whatever food her closest servants brought to her. Contrary to everyone’s expectation of what a saint should look like, Lady Hinwe’s clothes were dirty and sloppy, if she decided to wear one at all. Her hair, messy as it was, could be mistaken for a bird’s nest, even though her maids took great care of fixing it each time she woke up.
“…”
However, their greatest disappointment with her was her room.
“Your Holiness,” a maid exclaimed as she let herself in, “nary two long sleeps have passed, and this place can be mistaken for a pigsty again!”
No answer, as the servant searched the room for her mistress. Though it seemed empty, she knew that the saint was only buried somewhere under those heaps of books, papers, used clothes, and other disgusting things. All that she needed to see was a ‘sign of life’.
“Your Holiness, it’s time for your breakfast!” the maid used her trump card.
At once, one of the heaps showed some movement. A few minutes later, a hand burst out, and she pulled her mistress from it.
“My goodness Your Holiness!” she muttered while she dusted dirt, and crumbs, from Lady Hinwe’s body. “This beautiful skin of yours is always suffering from your disgusting manners! Even though you’re pretty, I’d still stay away from you if I’m a man!”
“Ugh…”
the Elf Saint never hid her displeasure from the constant nagging of her servant, “just give me my breakfast, Meanor! I’m hungry!”
The maid, Meanor, did not immediately comply. Instead, she grabbed a random cloak lying nearby, and wrapped it on her mistress, before giving her the food.
“Thanks, Meanor!” Lady Hinwe smiled at her, though still half-asleep.
“My pleasure, Your Holiness,” the maid curtsied. Although her mistress had a lot of things to improve on herself, Meanor appreciated the little gestures Lady Hinwe showed to her servants, including her.
Yep, she will never trade her position for anything else…
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W
hile eating, the Elf Saint made a space on her breakfast table, and placed a rectangular, dark-colored tablet with a glowing glass and many small, square buttons. Those lit up whenever she pressed it, and Meanor, as curious as she was, stood nearby to watch her mistress. Much to her astonishment, Lady Hinwe pushed a few buttons, then slammed the mini-table in frustration.
“
Darn it!
I still have no internet!
Ooof!
” the Elf Saint let herself fall on a bunch of pillows, and with muffled mouth, screamed with all her might.
“Y-Your Holiness…” Meanor leaned closer on the glowing tablet, “is there…is there something wrong this…
erm,
glowing thing?”
“This?” Lady Hinwe asked, “You mean the laptop? Well, I don’t know. But,
hmm…
I guess there’s a problem, yes. See, I’m trying to access the internet for a while now…however, no success.”
“O-Oh?”
the elf maid was confused about the words of her mistress, so she just kept silent.
However, the saint continued, “For six years, I’ve been unsuccessful in going back online. I don’t know; I’ve already reinstalled my browser, formatted the laptop, and deleted my cookies. Still, this lizard thing appears! Did I do something wrong?”
“Uhm,”
still clueless, Meanor suggested, “if that ‘laptop’ is having problems, then why don’t you return it to the person you bought it from?”
“Nice advice, Meanor,” Lady Hinwe chuckled. “The only problem is, I don’t remember who sold me this.”
“What?”
“I mean, yes, I vaguely remember I bought this; nary six years had passed when I first laid my hand on this thing. However, for some strange reason, I can’t recall the face of that person…or is it even a person? See, it’s as if there’s a huge part of my memories that have gaps. All I can remember is how to operate this laptop, access the internet, and refill its energy thru my magic.”
“I-I see…” Meanor wanted to raise the point that she there could be problems with her memories, but decided not to, since elves rarely get that condition similar to humans when they grow older.
“
Argh!
I don’t know,” Lady Hinwe closed the laptop. “I think I’m still fine, though I may have lived longer than our kin. I mean, I can still remember the color of the panties you wear every time you appear here, so I guess my mind is still fi—
buh!
”
Meanor, though she had high regards to her mistress, wouldn’t tolerate her ‘perverted’ ways. She sent a fist to Lady Hinwe’s face, though it was just a light hit. “Please mind your word, Your Holiness,” she told her, “You’re our standard of piety and holiness here.”
“R-Right,
haha…
” the Elf Saint quickly changed the topic, “Anyway! Now that I can’t access the internet, I can’t follow my favorite
mangas
online! I don’t know if the writer of Hunter X Jager has come out of his hiatus and has a new chapter! Or if Berserker is finally continued…”
The maid just listened to her mistress; she just couldn’t comprehend what she was saying.
“Worse, I want to know the ending of Solo Piece!”
“I-I’m…” without a word to say to comfort the saint, Meanor chose the ‘generic’ route, “I’m sure it’ll be…
uhm,
al-alright, Your Holiness!”
Still, Lady Hinwe ignored her and continued to whine, “
Gah!
I want my
mangas
back!”
The maid could only scratch her head and looked at the saint with pity as the latter threw tantrums. Though deep in her heart she wanted to help her, the heavens knew that she’s powerless to do so, let alone the knowledge of where to start. Meanor couldn’t even understand what Lady Hinwe was talking about.
And then, like the suddenness of her tantrums, the Elf Saint stopped. She sat in a stiff and upright manner, and gave Meanor a long stare. She asked, “What do you think? I suddenly have an idea.”
“Let’s hear it then, Your Holiness.”
“I’ll summon the internet!”
“Hah?”
“Didn’t the Human Saint do that before? As far as I remember, there was a time when the Beastman Saint closed Cherwind from its crossing through Chersea, and to get to the other side, she opened a portal herself in her own room.”
“I can’t remember that story much. But I guess it happened, considering I heard something like that,” the maid admitted. “Besides, what is the connection of ‘summoning the internet’ and the Human Saint’s teleportation to Cherwind?”
“If the Human Saint can teleport, then there’s also a way to summon something, right?” Lady Hinwe’s lips drew a smirk, “Don’t worry, Meanor, I know someone who can do that…”
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***
A
few long sleeps later…***
Meanor, daughter of Ulve, surely didn’t expect that she would stand inside the Grand Ritual Chambers of the Elf Saint’s palace a few long sleeps after that ‘idle’ talk with her mistress. Back then, she never gave a serious thought to Lady Hinwe’s plans and whining.
However…
“Lady Natasha Bellingsen is kind enough to give me this for free,” the Elf Saint proudly showed the maid a piece of paper filled with weird circles, lines and symbols, drawn using scarlet ink. “She says she knows and understands my predicament, so she made me a
manga-
summoning magic circle! Now, I can download my favorite stuff without the internet!”
“
Err…uhm,
good for you I guess, Your Holiness…” Meanor stared at the paper with suspicion, “And for what condition did she give it to you?”
“
Hm?
Well, she said she wants copies of the
mangas
I download, if ever it succeeded.”
“If ever it succeeded, she says?”
“Well, this thing is experimental,” Lady Hinwe admitted. “Or so Lady Natasha says. There’s no way to know what will we summon in the end. She also said I can summon otherworldly monsters, depending on my luck!”
The nonchalant laugh her mistress let out was enough for Meanor. She placed the paper on the ritual table and headed for the door.
“W-Wait up, Meanor!”
“Erm…”
“Stay here with me,” she pulled her maid back. “I need someone to defend me while summoning!”
“Y-Your Holiness, I’m a maid, not a warrior,” Meanor pointed out.
“You’re the one I trust!” Lady Hinwe insisted. “Besides, you can use magic, right?”
“Y-Yes! I think there’s no elf in this world or the others that can’t use magic.”
“Then you’re good enough!” the Elf Saint locked them both inside the ritual chamber, much to Meanor’s chagrin. Nevertheless, the maid knew that further resistance was futile, so she had no choice but to go along with her mistress’ whims.
Even if it’s dangerous…
“I hate this…” Meanor muttered as she watched Lady Hinwe prepare for the ritual summoning.
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A
s a saint, of course, Lady Hinwe knew the sentiments of her maid. Still, Meanor was the one who listened to her ‘crazy ideas’, so she wanted her to be by her side always. In any case, the Elf Saint intended to summon a book, so she had full confidence that Lady Natasha’s circles won’t lead into something like the monstrosity the NTR man, Griffith, summoned to betray his mercenaries and Guts.
Ah…she’s wallowing in her manga fantasies again…
“…”
Lady Hinwe pricked her finger and let out a small drop of blood. Once it fell on the paper with the magic circle, she recited the spell that the Demon Saint taught her to activate it,
“Aoph, Toph, Remse…”
Meanor watched with dread as the magic circle glowed. Her mind was racing, thinking of ways to defend her mistress—and herself—should their ritual went awry.
“…open your world! Grant my desires! Give me the one thing that inflames my heart!”
A blinding light then filled the ritual room and temporarily disoriented Lady Hinwe and Meanor. However, it didn’t take too long for their eyes to adjust to the brightness; though they were still confused as to what just happened.
“…”
The Elf Saint and her maid expected a book to appear above the magic circle. Instead, a portal of some sort appeared. Meanor, sensing that her mistress would look first, tried to race her to it. However, Lady Hinwe told her to stand back; she was the one who’d take the risk, as the activation was her responsibility.
“…”
When the Elf Saint took a peek, however, what she could only make out on the other side of the portal was that it was a dark place, though for a few distances away from the ritual chamber’s light, she could see sand. Meanor, as she was no warrior, brought out a kitchen knife she was hiding inside her skirt, just in case they had to fight.
“What’s this?” Lady Hinwe asked, disappointed at the results. “I said I wanted books—
mangas,
to be exact—not sand.”
“
Erm…
did Her Holiness the Demon Saint give you some warnings before using that?” the maid raised that point.
“Well, she did say this is experimental,” the Elf Saint slumped on a nearby bench. “And…it’s illegal.”
The maid’s face went pale. “Y-Your Holiness, w-what do you…what do you mean by ‘illegal’?”
“That the heavens forbid its use.”
“Gah!”
Meanor immediately grabbed the paper with the magic circle and tore it to pieces, much to Lady Hinwe’s shock. The portal disappeared in a flash.
“Why did you do that,
meany
Meanor?”
“Your Holiness, you may kick me out of this palace, but I won’t allow you to get punished by the heavens for such a stupid matter,” the maid declared. “At least, not under my watch! And no amount of name calling can dissuade me from protecting you!”
At that moment, it’s as if the Elf Saint came back to her senses. “
Hmm…
you’re right, Meanor,” she concurred, “I guess I’ll have to find another way to get my
manga…
if ever I can hold those books again. In any case, thanks for doing that.”
Meanor, relieved that her mistress saw wisdom in her act, turned for the door. She didn’t want to stay inside that chamber a minute longer. Likewise, Lady Hinwe followed her servant, though she was really disappointed at the result of the magic circle. However, just as they were about to exit the room…
“Wh-What is this place?”
“!!!” the elves hurried back to the ritual table, where they were surprised to see a human male standing on it. His black, but overgrown hair partly covered his face; but what drew their attention was that he had no clothes on.
Meanor, armed with her kitchen knife, quickly put herself between her mistress and the uninvited guest. Nevertheless, Lady Hinwe was quick to ask her servant to stay put.
“Don’t worry, Meanor,” she told her, “This human is as confused as us. He meant no harm.”
The maid then sheathed her makeshift weapon as the Elf Saint approached him, who seemed not to notice their presence.
“Who are you?” Lady Hinwe called out to the man. “Don’t be afraid! We won’t harm you, only show your fa—!!!”
The Elf Saint was speechless when the man shoved the bangs that obscured his face, revealing a pair of deep, dark eyes, a delicately shaped nose, and beautiful lips.
It’s as if Lady Hinwe is looking at a bishounen, straight from her shoujo mangas…
“Uh…”
the Elf Saint and her maid were at a loss. They surely didn’t expect that to happen; not only was his face attractive, his…
“Y-Y-Y-Your H-Holiness, th-th-that’s…”
“L-Long…yes…” Lady Hinwe’s eyes never wavered; she didn’t notice that her cheeks were beet red.
“
Oh,
my apologies!” the man, when he noticed where they were staring, quickly chanted a spell that wrapped him in a set of clothes. His face was still red in embarrassment, but he tried to shake it off by giving them a smile, “I don’t know what happened. See, it was all dark and empty, but suddenly, I appeared here. If I may ask, where is this place?”
“C-Ch-Ch-Che-Che—”
“Cherwoods,” it was Meanor who answered for her mistress, who kept on stammering.
“The land of the elves I see…” the man paused for a moment, as if thinking of something. Then, he reached out a hand to them for a shake, “A pleasure to meet you! My name is Kuro of Arles…and you are?”
***
T
he Holy Palatial Gardens, weeks later…***
For six years after the demon people arrived in Chersea, humanity had lived peacefully with them. The human rulers, in agreement with the Demon Saint and the demon king-president, gave the undiscovered lands north of Chersea for the fledgling demon republic. In turn, the demons exported their technology and ideas to the human kingdoms, just like how the Cherwind and Chersea exchanged knowledge as well. At first, it was tumultuous, for there were some who clung to traditions and customs of old. However, the Human Saint kept humanity in line with her pacifistic policies, either by diplomacy or coercion, so that in the end, constitutional monarchies sprang up and spread to every part of the human realm.
And it doesn’t end there…
Factories, aided by the Beastmen ‘steam engine’, appeared throughout Chersea like mushrooms, following the examples of the goblin lords. Steam-powered trains became commonplace, and gradually replaced the carriage and dust paths as the primary mode of transportation for humans. Ship lanes were also established, and with steam ships, the days of travel were greatly reduced…some to just mere hours. Kingdoms that usually took several months to traverse became reachable in a matter of days. Schools were founded and encouraged ‘free thought’, thus setting off ‘scientific discoveries’ merged with magic, which further advanced the human, beastmen and demon societies.
Chersea and Cherwind entered an era of prosperity and sophistication.
At the center of it all were the three saints, Lady Madelaine Ann Rubinforth, who spurred the ‘peaceful’ days of Chersea. Lady Ruro of the Wolf, who guided Cherwind to progress alongside the human realm. Lady Natasha Bellingsen, whose desire for the demons to live in cooperation with humans enabled the ‘Chersean Golden Age’.
There were still conflicts, mostly rebellions and petty quarrels, between the nobilities, but those were quickly put down. In retrospect, those were only minor hiccups to an otherwise harmonious age.
“…”
So much was the peace and prosperity for everyone, that an idea came to one of Lady Madelaine’s advisers one day…
“Your Holiness, I believe we should celebrate and honor your achievements during your rule,” the adviser told her. “I mean, eons of war and several generations of saints later, this is the only time that humans and other races finally decided to live in peace.”
“Lady Sarasa, while that idea is nice,” Lady Madelaine continued on her meal, “I think we should rather spend our public funds and energies on charity work, as my holy office demands.”
“
Hmm…
Your Holiness,” it was Lily, “though your dedication to your responsibilities is admirable, I think there’s no harm in celebrating success, even if it’s only for a while.”
“
Eh,
Lily, let’s get real here,” the Human Saint countered, “All of this is not possible if not for the help of the other saints. So, if we’re going to celebrate, they should do it too!”
“You’re just making an excuse, Your Holiness,” the Head Maid pointed out, with a sardonic smile.
“I’m not—”
“
Oi,
Maddie, don’t use us as your convenient reason for being a prude!” Out of thin air, the Beastman Saint—along with the Demon Saint and the Saint of the Flame—appeared. “
Heh,
good thing Natasha saw your plans earlier, so we rushed here.”
“Don’t lump me with you,
losers,
” Seirna muttered. “Unlike you, I’m actually doing my job in protecting this realm and the others! Why should I come here too? Besides, the humans and demons fear me.”
“And I prefer to be left alone in my experiments, Ruro,” Natasha added. “I just told you about Maddie’s party in one of my visions, that’s all.”
“
Tch,
you prudes!” the Wolf Saint defended her actions, “Look, after all the hard work we did to fix Chersea and Cherwind, I believe we deserve some fun, you know? Seirna, we’re well aware that everyone hates you, but since you did your share of hard work coercing kings and presidents to abide by the Saint’s Peace, I guess it’s not bad to take it easy sometimes. And same goes for you, Natasha! Don’t hole up in your den; come out and party for a while! Otherwise, you won’t meet a hot guy in your whole life!”
“Like I need them,” the Demon Saint countered.
“Says the one who reads magazines with lots of half-naked muscle men,” the Saint of the Flame wryly added, to which Natasha had no answer. Ruro burst out laughing, much to the Demon Saint’s irritation.
“I hate to break it to you, Ruro,” Maddie, trying to get them back to the topic, reiterated, “but there’s no party.”
“My vision says you’ll eventually organize one,” Natasha insisted, suddenly changing gears. “So, drop the prude act and let’s celebrate, Maddie!”
“Hold on, Your Holiness,” Lily entered the conversation. “I thought you prefer to be left with your experiments?”
“Hey, Ruro already dragged me here, so I won’t waste the opportunity,” the Demon Saint stretched out her hands, as if she’s been working to exhaustion.
“So, what will you celebrate then?” the Saint of the Flame asked.
Silence echoed throughout the breakfast table as everyone’s eyes fell on the Human Saint.
“I…” she panicked for a second, as she struggled to come up with something good. “
Uh…hmm,
you think we can do away with an exhibit?”
“Of what?” Seirna, who was bored, followed up with a question.
“An exhibit, Your Holinesses?” the adviser, Lady Sarasa, rejoined the talk. “I suggest we showcase the achievements of each race you govern.”
“
Oh!
That’s a good idea,” Lily backed her up, “We can exhibit the culture of everyone as well, so that there will be a greater understanding between us!”
“
Hmm,
not bad!” Maddie smiled. “Actually, I love those ideas! Let’s organize the first-ever Humanity Exposition then!”
“Ahem…”
the Beastman and Demon Saints aired their protests by clearing their throats.
“R-Right,” the Human Saint chuckled, slightly embarrassed, “And the Beast and Demon Expositions as well!”
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S
o, with the Human Saint finally decided, the preparations for the expositions promptly began. The organizers agreed to open the fairs after a month, for the Beastman Saint was impatient to wait for a year, which was originally suggested by Lily. Though rushed, the concept that everyone would celebrate with the exhibits made the people excited, and soon, there were a lot of ideas put forward, and copied by all.
Of course, as it was a ‘realm-wide’ festivity, invitations were sent to the leaders of both the Beastmen and demon races. The main accommodation for them would be the guest buildings of the Holy Palatial Gardens, so the Human Saint ordered its cleaning, though it had been well-maintained even before that.
“Your Holiness,” it was the maid, Eris, “you think you can sell these paintings of yours? I mean, these are beautiful and all, but here, these masterpieces would only gather dust. And really, our corridors are already filled with artwork, too.”
“Well, I’m thinking the same, Eris,” Maddie admitted. “All of these paintings I accumulated for six years, I guess we can get more money for it to give to charity.”
“You surely are always thinking of our welfare,” the young maid smiled. “I appreciate you for that, Your Holiness.”
“I try to live to expectations,” the Human Saint pointed out.
Eris fell silent. That time when she nearly caused harm to Maddie during the Amaranthine Civil War crossed her mind. She was just glad that she was forgiven, and was accepted once again by the Saint’s household service.
“…” Though, there was one question that always bugged Eris’ mind.
How did we escape the rebel and the legionnaires who have surrounded and are pursuing us back then?
It’s a matter that bothered her, for whenever she tried to remember, it’s as if there was a gap—a noticeable blank—in her memories. Eris also asked the head maid about it, but Lily had the same condition. A dark blot. An empty spot in all the scenes they try to recall.
“
Ah!
Eris!”
“!!!” The train of thoughts in the young maid’s mind stopped when she heard Maddie called out to her.
“That…That painting!”
Eris was surprised at her mistress’ reaction the moment she laid her hands on a certain canvas. It was an oil painting of a man. Though everything in that artwork was done with delicate care and thought, it was unusual compared to all the Human Saint’s masterpieces, for it was unfinished…at least, the face. The young maid asked her, “Your Holiness, you don’t want to dispose this?”
Maddie shook her head, “No, don’t do it. That painting…we can’t possibly sell that.”
“Well, yes…?” Eris took a quick glance at it, “I was thinking of just throwing it away, since this is the only artwork you never finished for six years.”
“Yes, I know,” the Human Saint reiterated. “But I don’t intend to throw it either.”
“
Oh,
so you wanted to finish this, then?”
The Human Saint sighed before continuing, “Look, Eris, yes…I want to finish that painting. However, I just can’t.”
“
Eh?
What do you mean? This isn’t…
err…
His Majesty the King of Nerfes, Simon II?”
“Definitely not!” Maddie blurted out, hiding her red cheeks, “I…I mean, his marriage proposal doesn’t even exist six years ago.”
“Right…my bad, Your Holiness,” Eris put down the painting and covered it once again.
Silence then reigned between the two, as the Human Saint and the young maid both took their rests. As they opened their lunches (which the head maid packed for them), Maddie broke the ice.
“
Adobo…huh?
”
“Yes…Your Holiness,” Eris nodded, “This dish is called
adobo.
”
“Eris…I know you’re having it too, but…”
“The dark blots in my memories?”
Maddie didn’t answer; she just continued to eat.
“You’re suffering it too, Your Holiness?”
“Yes…and,
uh…
”
“For some reason, you’re feeling a great overwhelming sadness whenever that happens,
no?
”
“You’re right…” then the Human Saint turned to the painting, “…and that artwork too. It’s as if I’m missing someone whenever I look at that. Lily as well. A sense of warmth and longing…it’s like a portrait of someone we’ve forgotten. But I can’t even remember who!”
“Your Holiness…” the young maid put her arms around the covered canvas, as if to embrace it, “Honestly, this painting…while I’m not exactly feeling what you and Lady Lily felt, for me, I feel secure and confident whenever I come across this artwork of yours. It’s odd, no? Even my parents’ graves don’t compare whenever I look at this. Anyway, personally, I’m glad you’re keeping this, Your Holiness.”
“It’s fine, Eris…” Maddie chuckled. “
Oh,
and speaking of the blots in our memories, don’t you know that Lady Ruro, Lady Natasha, and Lady Seirna got it too?”
“Really?”
“Yep, even the Beastman Queen, Ursura, most of her ministers, the Demon king-president, Hurion Devras IV along with his entire household, and even all the kings and queens of Chersea suffered from that mysterious ‘blank’. They came to me before, thinking that I can ‘heal’ those spots, but I just can’t do it.”
“And there are events in the past that no one can explain how it was resolved! Like, how did we even arrive at the idea of the calendar and dates? It’s been a mystery to me ever since.”
“That too, Eris!” the Human Saint nodded. “Well, I’m thinking of investigating this phenomenon, but Ruro proposed this exposition, so my time and energies got diverted to something else once again.”
“
Ah,
in any case Your Holiness, we got a lot of time to think about those later, once the exhibits are done,” Eris winked at her, and finished her food, “For now, let’s prepare these rooms for our guests. |
***
T
he Saint’s Tree Palace, Cherwoods***
“So, how’s the situation at the city of Hurren?”
“The city elders are giving us updates on the events,” the captain of the Elf Saint’s Life Guards, Sir Eldarv, reported. “The city militia, though they were surprised at first, got back to their feet and suppressed the rioters.”
“Anything they need to bring back order in their place?”
“I already sent a company of the Life Guards to help them. I’m only worried that the unrest might spread to other cities along the coast of Cherwoods.”
“Well, as long as nothing is happening yet, we can only wait.” Kuro looked towards the windows of his room, massaging his head, “And that reminds me, how about the elf column heading to this place?”
“We sent scouts to trail them. Three companies of the Life Guards are already deployed at the borders of the Saint’s Tree, ready to block their progress.”
“Thanks for the hard work, Sir Eldarv,” the human gave him a folded paper. “Now send for some food supplies and direct it to the first line of the blockade.”
“But sir, aren’t we condoning their actions by ‘rewarding’ them with food?”
“
Hmm…
it’s not like they are protesting the border closures because they just wanted to. Your people is worried that their source of food supply will be gone soon, and they can only find solace in the other saints’ guidance and blessings. And we took those from them.”
“Aren’t we trying to force Her Holiness the Lady Hinwe to rule properly, so she can work out a solution to these problems?”
“That’s the point, and it’s normal for people to get angry; after all, even you would be pissed if the last thing that gives you hope is taken away,” Kuro explained. “What I’m saying is, it’s not their fault they reacted like that.”
“I understand, Sir Kuro. Now what’s next?”
“Let’s try to quell the elves’ anger peacefully by appeasing them with food supplies, and tell them, ‘the Saint’s Tree is working on the situation about the irrigation system’. Make sure you imply to them that the construction of that project is about to begin soon. I’m working with some officials from the Treasury regarding the release of funds for it, so I guess it will take some time. As for the protesters, be on your guard; the situation—no matter how peaceful it may be—can reverse at any moment. That’s all; you may leave.”
The captain of the Life Guards saluted. However, he remained on his spot.
Kuro was quick to notice it and asked, “Is there anything else to report, Sir?”
“Sire, we already found where Her Holiness is hiding,” the elf captain showed him a folded parchment.
Kuro’s headache vanished the moment Sir Eldarv said those. He immediately grabbed the parchment from the elf captain’s hand and read its contents. “So the news of the overthrow of the palace officials finally reached her,” he mused.
“I think that’s the case, Sir Kuro,” Sir Eldarv confirmed. “The spies observed that Her Holiness, along with her maid Meanor, and the guard, Gerard, are taken in under the Holy Palatial Garden’s protection. This is after the attack on them on their way to the city of the Mouth of Calabria.”
“Attack?” Kuro raised an eyebrow. “What’s going on?”
“Apparently, some of the hired knives of the palace officials traced them and attacked, with an intention to kill,” the elf captain said. “Fortunately, they were helped by another group of paladins led by the captain of the Paladin Guards herself, the Lady Sylvia, Duchess of Henristone.”
“That woman is really formidable…” the human muttered. “Wait, you’re saying that the palace officials sought assassins to kill Lady Hinwe? As far as I know, they don’t even know where Her Holiness went! Even I am only aware that they have gone to Chersea, but not the exact place where. How did the assassins trace them?”
Sir Eldarv shrugged, “Beats me, Sir Kuro. We may not know it, but some of those villains might also trying to get at each other’s throats.”
“Makes sense…” Kuro nodded. “Anyway, since Her Holiness was taken in by the Holy Palatial Gardens, we’re now facing a powerful potential enemy. I know the Paladin Guards Corps of Her Holiness the Human Saint; they are a force not to trifle with.”
“Sire? What are your orders?”
“Goodness, I can’t believe I’ll do the same thing those fools we executed did…” Kuro folded the parchment letter he received and kept it in one of the table drawers nearby. “Well, we have no time. We can’t wait for Her Holiness to change for the better,” he sighed. “She needs to go.”
The elf captain immediately understood what the human meant…
It is the dawn of a new saint for the elves.
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***
T
he Mouth of Calabria, Kingdom of Calabria***
Gerard left the consulate just an hour before the long sleep, as they end the second day of their stay at the place. He went around the wharfs of the city, ostensibly to find a small ship he could hire to sail to Cherwoods. As of yesterday, the consul Lady Curzon told him that the border crossing was ‘officially’ closed. However, to fully ‘seal’ the inter-realm contacts, the power of the saint ruling the place was needed. And since the Elf Saint was hiding safely at the Holy Consulate, the closure announcement was nothing but a ‘token sealing’ of the borders.
Meaning, it is only enforced by a fleet of elf ships under the Life Guards, instead of the ‘formidable’ cut off through the saint’s god-powers. A determined blockade runner can easily slip past the guards, and dock at the port of the Saint Tree.
“…”
To get to his destination, Gerard’s plan was simple. He envisioned running the gauntlet through the fleet of elvish ships—all were still powered by oars—using a human, demon or beastman ship from the Mouth of Calabria. Unlike the former, ships of Chersea and Cherwind used steam engines to sail, though the beastmen vessels had paddle wheels because of their realm’s ‘silent’ seas. Considering his finances, the elf guard estimated that he could buy a small ship, close to the size of a large fishing boat by Chersean standards, which could be manned by three people, at least.
Once he found the ship and the crew he needed, Gerard would sail to Cherwoods, crash through the elvish blockade, land at the port of the Saint’s Tree, go to Lady Hinwe’s room, grab her dolls and laptop, try to wreak havoc as much as possible, and escape back to Chersea to fight another day.
A pretty far-fetched idea, the elf guard admits. Still, he would never move without careful consideration of his options. He believes he can make his plan succeed.
“…”
Just that, to make it work, he’s hoping no one will meddle with him. Hence, he left Her Holiness at the safety of the Human Saint’s consulate.
“…”
And, in connection to his desire not to be meddled with, he needs to remove that owl-girl, who is following him from a distance.
Gerard slipped past a crowd, to hide at a nearby alley. When the owl-girl saw that he was gone, she quickly went over to his hiding spot, not knowing that he was there ready to pounce on her.
“!!!”
His stalker had no time to react, as he immediately restrained Salis’ movements even before she could pull her weapons. While Gerard never intended to hurt her, his hands still held the owl-girl in places he had total domination over her, stopping her from making a dangerous move.
“What are you doing,
milady?
” the elf guard asked, relaxing his grip on her. “As far as I remember, we have no business with each other for you to follow me.”
“Sir Gerard,” the owl-girl fixed her clothes the moment she was free. “Yes, my genius self doesn’t care about you. However, that man in Cherwoods, the Lord Kuro of Arles; I believe we got something to talk about.”
“Go away, and look for a ship to Cherwoods, then.”
“Coincidentally, Lady Hinwe told me that there’s a small boat heading there, piloted by a member of the Elf Saint’s Life Guards,” Salis’ lips drew a smirk. “And since the border crossing is closed off to regular ships, I’m hoping I can hitch a ride—”
“Nope,” Gerard shook his head. “Not happening.”
“I’ll pay.”
“You’ll just be a burden to me.”
“I know. That’s why…” she spread her owl wings, “I’m thinking of scouting the seas for your boat.”
Gerard paused for a bit to consider Salis’ offer. Then, taking a deep breath, he said, “If you’re coming with me, then you better take care of yourself. I can’t watch over you because I’ll be focused with my own stuff.”
The owl-girl only smiled at him. And the elf thought it was weird, for since the first time they met, Salis was always the ill-tempered one. However, Gerard knew he needed the ‘scouting’ abilities of the beastgirl before him, so he took her in.
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“
O
i,
are you guys trying to mooch off a free ride from me?” a suspicious Gerard asked his owl-girl companion when they found the Duchess of Braunhauer waiting for them at one of the quays. While searching for an available vessel to hire, Salis kept on egging him to go to this certain part of the harbor, where they would surely encounter her human friend. Hence, the elf guard couldn’t help but raise suspicions he was being played at the palm of these ladies’ hands.
As he expected, Salis shook her head, but it was Eris who explained to him, “Sir Gerard, in case you’re not aware, I’m the heiress to the House of Braunhauer in the Kingdom of Amaranth.”
“And so?”
“So…you see, it’s impossible for me to ‘mooch off’ from you,” Eris chuckled, her eyes stared at the elf guard with an insulting expression. “If anything, you’re the one who’ll be ‘mooching off’ from me, so cut the
silly talk!
Also, I learned from Her Holiness the Lady Hinwe that there’s an elf who’s headed to the docks, looking for a ship to take him to Cherwoods.”
“Even a boat is fine,” Gerard replied and emphasized, “I’m not taking you, anyway.”
“Are you sure about that?” the Duchess of Braunhauer balked at the idea. “It’s a few days’ travel from here to the Saint’s Tree. You need someone to take care of your daily needs, don’t you think so, Mister Elf?”
“I can take care of myself,” then he looked at the owl-girl. “And I guess she can also do stuff herself.”
At that point, Eris snapped and stomped her foot. “Alright! I know you guys can do trivial things yourselves, but take me with you!”
“Not possible. I don’t need extra baggage!”
“Are you
really
sure about that, Mister Elf?”
“Yes, my answer is final!”
“You know, a duchess of an estate the size of my house won’t sail on a shabby boat.”
“That’s why—again—I won’t take you! Remain here! I’m the one who’s going to Cherwoods!”
“You’re an
asshole,
you know that?”
“Thank you for the compliment, lovely lady!”
“Aaargh!”
the Duchess of Braunhauer growled. “Alright! I demand you take me and the owl-girl, whether or not you like it.”
“You guys…” Gerard could only shake his head. “Do you even realize the dangers of running through a blockade and possibly fighting against an army of elves?”
Salis and Eris nodded. The owl-girl reminded him, “My dear Sir Elf, if you think we’re weak because we’re ladies, I suggest you change that kind of mindset.”
“N-No, I’m not thinking of you that way,” he defended himself. “It’s just that…
argh!
If you want to get on a ship, I’m sorry, alright? Look, my finances are not enough for a large boat, let alone a ship! And I still have to think of our provisions, and the crew, as well!”
“I told you,” Eris laughed, “I’m a Braunhauer, the daughter and heiress to one of Chersea’s wealthiest duchies. With me around, consider your financial problems solved!” She clapped her hands.
“!!!” Much to Gerard’s astonishment, the two large ships anchored at the quay blew its horns and its steam engines hummed to life. The crews stood at attention on its decks, and on one of those, were the Lady Henristone, the orc-girl Tama’lee, Nari Tambara, and that other lady he saw in the inner room last time…
“That’s the Lady Margaret Jeanne of Malvette,” Salis told him. “She’s a former admiral from our kingdom. Her expertise in navigating and fighting over the waters of Cherwoods can be put to use, should it becomes necessary.”
Eris was pleased with herself. “See what I can do, Sir Gerard?” she grinned. “Now, you won’t sail to Cherwoods on a shabby boat. You’ll crash through the elvish blockade on two steam ships with full implement of experienced crews, courtesy of our former employees.”
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T
he ships that the Duchess of Braunhauer hired were named ‘Hagena’—after that small village in northern Calabria famous for its swordsmanship school, and the ‘Duke of Shent’—a historical person and one of the ‘founding fathers’ of the enduring alliance of the eastern kingdoms known as the ‘Confederacy of the East’. These seacrafts were part of the Kingdom of Calabria’s efforts to ‘modernize’ its merchant fleet according to the trends of Chersean shipbuilding, the technologies and concepts of which mainly came from Cherwind. As such, ‘Hagena’ and ‘Duke of Shent’ were relatively new ships, and they’re quite expensive to hire.
“…”
Gerard could only shake his head the moment he learned the price of hiring both ships, excluding its crews and supplies for the journey. Even with the prospect of giving his entire fortune, he still couldn’t pay the expenses incurred by the Duchess of Braunhauer.
Lady Eris Braunhauer is
that
rich…filthy rich.
“I’m feeling like you’re just slapping me with your money,
milady.
I’m aware that I’m poor; but this is too much.”
“Please shut up and accept help from us,” Eris’ sweet smile never left her lips, though others could tell that she was pissed at the elf guard for insisting his own views on her help. “If you’re trying to imply that we’re doing this for free, then no. We demand you take us and go to Cherwoods, and that’s payment enough for me.”
“A-Alright…” Gerard backed down and sighed in exasperation.
On the technical side, both vessels were of wood construction, though there were parts of the hull made entirely of iron-mithril alloys or steel—mostly the bottom sections where the ship’s body touched the water. Each seacraft was propelled by two steam engines fueled by coal or firewood. The overall size was comparable to an ‘East Indiaman’, a type of ship from Earth’s ‘Age of Sail’ meant to ply the sea trade routes, and were also similarly armed…though with only a single row of small caliber cannons on each side, and a single mounted gun on the stern and the bow.
Those are meant to protect the ship from pirates patrolling the profitable trade routes of Chersea-Cherwoods, and Chersea-Equality.
As for the decks, the ships resembled more the late-19th Century Earth ironclads and early non-dreadnought battleships, for the humans, beastmen and demons of Chersea and the Other Realms never fully developed sails to power their vessels. As for the crew, they were veteran seamen—some of which were former mercenaries under the employ of the Duke of Braunhauer and his house. Two engineers on duty for each steam engine were complimented by a group of five lower-rate seamen, who also had the responsibility for ship repairs and firefighting.
Overall command was on the captains. They were assisted in this role by their respective ‘ship lieutenants’, who also served as the commanders of each of the ship’s gun crews. The gun crews were five groupings of three artillery-trained seamen operating the cannons on the ship. They could also double as an amphibious force, or cargo carriers, should the necessity for those roles arose. For, though the ‘Hagena’ and the ‘Duke of Shent’ were meant for trade and transport, her crews should still be capable of squaring off against the pirates of Chersea’s eastern seas.
Their presence brought valuable ‘naval fighting experience and capabilities’ to the elf guard’s motley group.
“…”
However, Gerard still wanted to make sense of everyone who was with him.
“Okay, I’m thankful to the Lady Braunhauer for shelling out her own money to help us sail to Cherwoods,” he explained. “And yes, I need someone to ‘scout’ ahead, something that the Lady Salis of the Owls can do. The Lady Henristone and Lady Malvette’s presence also mean we can bring infantry and naval combat expertise, which might come in handy should we encounter resistance from the elves. Now, tell me, why do I have to bring you with me?”
The orc-girl was all-smiles, even as Gerard questioned her use. “The elf guard didn’t ask Nari! Why does he hate Tama?”
“Hey, look here,” he replied. “Lady Nari is the one in-charge of food on our ships. But as for you, I can’t find any benefits of you tagging along.”
“Tama wants to see the Special Scholar!” she insisted.
“And it’s dangerous for you in Cherwoods!”
“Tama can fight!”
“But you’re still a young orc. A child even…at least, in mind.”
“Tama is a proper lady!” the orc-girl screamed, and she suddenly began to undress. “If Sir Gerard won’t be convinced, then Tama will show the elf guard her charms as a lady!”
“
Damn it,
stop that!” Gerard and the others prevented Tama’lee from creating a scene. The elf added, “I know you’re a demon and you care less whether you’d be seen naked, but please value your body more! Don’t show it so easily to others!”
Tama countered, “But Sir Gerard won’t listen!”
“Sir Gerard,” Eris finally entered their banter. “You may not know it, but Lady Tama’lee is strong. She can help you carry off Her Holiness’ stuff while you focus on fighting off your enemies.”
“If we will be forced to fight, that is,” Gerard pointed out. “Though, I know my captain, the Lord Eldarv; I’m pretty sure we can talk to him.”
“Even so…” Salis backed the Duchess of Braunhauer. “Look, even if we don’t fight, the orc-girl’s strength is enough to help you move the things of the Elf Saint faster.”
Eris and the Lady Henristone stared at the owl-girl. They were surprised that she had a different opinion of her companions now.
“H-Hey!” she noticed their eyes on her. “I…I-I just, you know…I mean, Lady Tama’lee left the Human Saint’s residence with us. It’s only fair that she comes with us to Cherwoods as well. We’re the same group; the ladies of the Holy Palatial Gardens still believing the Lord Kuro is alive!”
“Well, he is alive,” the Lady Malvette added. “Only, the Lord Kuro changed a lot from what we used to remember him.”
“Aahhh!”
the elf guard stretched his legs and arms. “You know what? I don’t give a
damn
about your
‘uses’
anymore. We’re already far from the wharf of the Mouth of Calabria, so it’s pretty wasteful if we turn back just to drop off one orc-girl. And I’m not also a fan of hauling people off the ships and into the seas; it’s pretty cruel. My only wish, is for you guys to just remember to keep off the dangers, because I don’t want someone standing in my way.”
“You know what, Mister Elf?” it was Eris. “You sure have a roundabout way of saying things.”
“What makes you think of me that way, Lady Braunhauer?”
“Don’t deny it,” the Lady Henristone chuckled. “Her Holiness the Lady Hinwe already dropped you, Sir Gerard. We all know that, what you really mean is for us to protect ourselves because you can’t always come for us. You’re such a worrywart, you know that?”
“I’m a member of the Life Guards, for
fuck’s
sake. What kind of a guard am I if I’m not paranoid about the safety of my companions?”
“Sheesh!”
the Duchess of Braunhauer exclaimed. “What a cute way to say ‘I care for you guys’. Tell you what, we also care for you, Mister Elf! That’s why we want to see you succeed.”
The elf’s face blushed, and he tried to hide that expression unbecoming of him. Meanwhile, Eris and the others were surprised as well; still, they found it a ‘welcome’ change to the otherwise boorish behavior of Gerard.
“Y-Yes…
uhm,
yeah…”
“You mean you want to say ‘thank you’?”
Gerard, who lost his ‘ill-tempered’ façade, sheepishly nodded. It delighted the ladies, and some of the crews who watched them. Seeking to protect himself from further teasing and embarrassment, the elf smirked and waved his hand goodbye. Then, he retreated to the lower decks to kill time and catch some sleep, much to the amusement of his lady friends.
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T
he journey from the Mouth of Calabria to the border crossing of Chersea and Cherwoods took four days. It was an uneventful trip; heading to the southeast direction, parallel to the southern landmass of Chersea where the Empire of Chersea’s territories lay. Though the routes were supposedly infested with pirates, the ‘Hagena’ and ‘Duke of Shent’ encountered not a single ship, even the trades ones. The Lady Malvette suspected that it was because of the news of the border closure, that caused the merchant fleets sailing to Cherwoods to stop and divert to other routes elsewhere.
It was a welcome development. Combined with the pleasant weather at sea, the flotilla sailed to the crossing smoothly.
“…”
Guarding the border crossing of Chersea and Cherwoods fell under the responsibility of the collective naval fleets of the Confederacy of the East, composing of the kingdoms of Colveente, Calabria, Galad, Hareth and Shent. Though they were allies, there was no unified force, and it worked to their favor anyway, for the separate navies of the Confederacy had easier time scheduling their patrols to the crossing.
If they leave the border crossing unguarded, pirates will surely take control of the region and will make it hard for the trade ships from both realms to pass.
The fleets were changed every month, and this time, it was the navy of the Kingdom of Shent that was in-charge of guarding the place. However, just like the pirates, the ships of the border guards were affected by the closure as well. Anchored in the middle of the eastern Chersean waters with nothing else to do but wait for the other side to open, the soldiers expected no seacraft to arrive until the silhouettes of ‘Hagena’ and ‘Duke of Shent’ appeared at the horizon. As they were surprised, they were in no condition to bar the passage and conduct searches on the elf-guard’s flotilla.
“
Oi!
Hagena, the border is closed!” one of the border guards called out to the leading ship, as they went through the idle vessels.
“This is the fleet escort of the ambassador of the Kingdom of Cherwind to Cherwoods, Lady Admiral Margaret Jeanne, Duchess of Malvette!” Lady Malvette returned their greeting from ‘Hagena’s’ crow’s nest. “We ask the commander of the naval border guards’ fleet of Shent, let us through!”
“Your Excellency!” When the border guards realized the identity of the passenger of the passing flotilla, they immediately stood in attention and saluted them. However, the captain of that group added, “We implore you to turn back if possible,
milady!
There is a fleet of elvish galleys waiting on the other side, ready to sink any ship that won’t take orders from them.”
“Thank you for your concern,” Lady Malvette answered. “But time is of the essence! We need to get to Cherwoods as soon as possible!”
“Farewell then, Your Excellency! We pray for your convoy’s—and your diplomatic mission’s—success!”
With the border guards’ ships allowing their passage, soon, the ‘Hagena’ and ‘Duke of Shent’ were on their way to the border crossing, and into Cherwoods. |
***
T
he Holy Palatial Gardens***
A couple of days after that dream, there was a significant change in the mood of the people inside the Human Saint’s official residence. Although the opening of the Grand Expositions was just around the corner, the jovial spirit had suddenly left the Human Saint and her company, as they were reminded that Kuro’s appearance—though a welcome surprise—still remained what it was…
a dream.
“…”
And no one else could know and verify that reality other than the four saints themselves: Maddie, Ruro, Natasha and Seirna. After all, they were the ones who were with him, and the last to leave Cherflammen.
“…”
As such, instead of focusing on organizing the exhibits, they had to postpone their involvement as they wanted to make sense of the events before. After they cut off Cherflammen’s connection to the four other worlds, the saints expected that anyone left in that place would be forgotten for eternity. It was not a surprise that those people close to Kuro who were not there during the evacuation had no idea of the fate of their dearest friend, and were wondering why the ‘blots’, and the dream happened.
“What do you mean you left him?” it was the Beastman queen, Ursura, who blurted out, slamming the table in her anger. “Your Holinesses left the Lord Kuro to fend against all those evils in Cherflammen?”
“Mind your tongue, Lady Ursura,” Ruro reminded her. “It’s not that we left him on purpose…”
“Ruro,” Maddie asked her to give way, “I think it’s better that I explain to Her Majesty, and to everyone else here.”
“I’m all ears, Your Holiness,” Ursura told her, but her voice had a hint of anger, though the monarch tried her best to keep calm. Likewise, the rest of the crowd—all of Kuro’s friends and supporters from the three races—listened.
“I understand your feelings, Lady Ursura,” the Human Saint began, with an obvious difficulty putting her sentiments into words. “Looking back, if only I tried my best to come back for Kuro, then this will never happen. We did attempt to save everyone—that was his wish, and mine as well. However, our limitations caught up with us, and he…”
Tears welled-up in Maddie’s eyes as she took a pause. Pain was written on her face, and she had to breathe deep several times before she continued, “…he sacrificed himself to save me.”
All fell silent with that. The atmosphere was heavy, yet no one left the discussion as they wanted to know more about what happened. At that moment, Seirna entered the talk…
“
Sheesh!
Cut this drama, you
fools!
” she told them. “This is what the
otherworlder
wanted! If you really want to appreciate his efforts, then let’s stop this blame game, and live. Don’t waste his sacrifice to save us!”
“I get your point, Seirna,” Natasha countered. “But you can’t also keep our friends in the dark for too long. They have to know what really happened.”
“With all due respect Your Holiness, Lady Seirna,” the King of Nerfes, Simon, backed the Demon Saint, “as the Lord Kuro’s friend, I’m concern on the fate of my dear friend, and why we ‘forgot’ about him for six years.”
“The Lord Greg has been a big part of our lives,” Princess Noir added. “It’s a shame that he did so much, yet we never remembered him. And I think I speak for the rest of these people around you, Your Holinesses. ”
“Alright! Alright!” Seirna raised her hands, giving up to the pressure. “I hate to admit it, but the
otherworlder,
I…I owe my life to him as well.”
“I guess we all are,” Ruro pointed out. “So, since we’re at it, maybe we should start coming to terms with my master’s death by apologizing to everyone?”
“Huh?”
the Saint of the Flame quickly aired her objection.
“Seirna…” Natasha gave her a long stare.
Not wishing to receive the awkward, judging eyes of the surrounding crowd, the Saint of the Flame relented. She was about to speak when Maddie began her apologies.
“Everyone,” the Human Saint bowed, much to the surprise of all—especially the humans, “I’m sorry for leaving Kuro in Cherflammen! Believe me, I wanted to save him, too, and if possible, exchange my life for his…but…I was careless. He outwitted me.”
“If you’re apologizing for him outwitting you,” the Beastman Saint followed suit, “then I’m also at fault for leaving him behind. I’m a beastman, see? And the last of the Wolf clan; I should’ve used my ability to bail my master out before the portal closed.”
“You know guys,” Natasha stepped forward and bowed even lower than the two previous saints, “if you’re looking for someone to put all the blame, then please, throw it on me.”
“No, we’re sharing the blame,” Ruro quipped.
However, the Demon Saint refused. “I should be honest with everyone here.” Then, she took a glance at Seirna, who immediately got what she meant, and just nodded to show her support. Natasha continued, “Guys…among the people here, I should be the one who should’ve saved the Lord Kuro…no, I should call him my old teacher, Sir Greg. After all, I’m the one who caused him to be summoned here.”
Maddie and the others’ gazes fell on the Demon Saint. Everyone wanted to ask questions.
Still, Seirna pre-empted them all, “You know the identity of the Demon Saint as Natasha Bellingsen, right? But, in reality, she is Chersea’s most revered hero, Cassandra David, who is—as some of us know—the student of the
otherworlder
back in their own world.”
Another round of utter silence. There were a lot of issues—big issues—that came up, and their minds were just limited to take it all in. However, it was the demon king-president’s chamberlain, Shevaun, who broke the ice…
“Cassandra David is still alive? And she’s Her Holiness, the Lady Natasha Bellingsen?”
“There are a lot of things I need to explain to you,” Natasha answered, “but yes, I’m still the old Lady Cassandra. I only transmigrated to this demon body after my ‘death’.”
Still, those words weren’t enough to satisfy everyone’s doubts and questions. Save for the Saint of the Flame, their eyes were stuck at the Demon Saint, as if trying to peer into her soul. Natasha wanted to disappear in embarrassment at that moment.
Meanwhile, sensing that it was the opportune time to ‘take the blame’ while all was confused (thus deflecting their possible wrath away from her), Seirna steered them back to the earlier topic, “Anyway, I should also confess…if not for me, the
otherworlder
would never outwit the Lady Madelaine.”
“Wh-What do you mean?” Maddie asked.
“It was me who taught him how to circumvent our ability to read minds, Lady Madelaine.”
The Human Saint gave Seirna a long stare. At that moment, various emotions came out of her chest. While she certainly wanted to lash out at the Saint of the Flame, Maddie was also aware the decision for her to teach that skill to Kuro wasn’t because of Seirna’s initiative. It was all Kuro’s plan to save them, should the situation turned for the worst…
…which it did.
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A
nd just like what Seirna had predicted, everyone else—save for Maddie—was too distracted by Lady Natasha’s true identity, that she avoided their blame thrown upon her. Now her next step was to discreetly excuse herself from the group and leave the palatial gardens just before they realize what had just happened.
However…
“What’s with you people getting sad and agitated?”
“!!!”
A shrill voice of a young woman cut through the silence of the courtyard. When their senses returned, they all turned to the speaker—the Duchess of Braunhauer, Eris.
“Haven’t you heard what happened to the Lord Kuro?” it was the Queen of Amaranth, Jessica, who asked her, “Not only did he die in Cherflammen, we forgot about him for six years!”
“I know!” she countered. “I’ve been listening to everyone’s apologies from the start. However, I refuse to believe it!”
Jessica was taken aback by Eris’ behavior. Nevertheless, understanding that she lost all her loved ones—her parents, and the man in her heart—the Queen of Amaranth only had gentle words for her. “It’s fine that you try to keep the faith, Lady Braunhauer. Please, feel free to mourn for your loss…I join you in your moment of sadness.”
“No!” the young maid insisted, “Until I see the corpse of the Lord Kuro, I refuse to believe that he’s dead!”
The Queen of Amaranth had no answer for that. While she and the Braunhauer duchess were at odds way back in the past, she couldn’t help but feel pity at her former ‘enemy’ nowadays. The pain that Lady Eris endured when her ducal house was nearly wiped out during the Amaranthine Civil War, today she had to face the reality that the man she loved was killed, and forgotten for six years.
Hence, Eris is trying her best to deny the Lord Kuro’s death.
“Lady Braunhauer,” it was Ruro, “while I admire you for being feisty, the fact remains that my master has departed this mortal realm for six years already.”
“But the dream—”
“Dreams are just dreams and not always the truth,” Natasha cut Eris off, visibly irritated. “Believe me; as an element of my god-powers, dreams have always been a part of my life as a Saint. Not all of those has—and will—come true.”
Though she stubbornly clung to the notion of Kuro’s survival, with three people contesting her claims, Eris was buckling in to the pressure. Tears welled up in her eyes, and her face was contorted between trying to maintain a straight expression, and stopping herself from bawling out her emotions. But then, just as the Braunhauer duchess was about to fall…
“I also would like to state my refusal that the Lord Kuro died.”
“!!!”
The silver-haired owl-lady Chief Royal Scientist of Cherwind, Salis of the Owls, stepped forward.
“On what basis?” Seirna asked, quite irritated at her appearance.
“Well, I never saw his corpse,” she replied. “As per my rule, I’d only believe it if I see it. While the chances of the Lord Kuro being dead are high, the fact remains that there’s a small chance that he survived and is waiting for our rescue.”
“So going by that rule of yours, if you don’t see your brain, you’d believe that you don’t have one?” the Saint of the Flame shot back, chuckling. “What do you propose we do? Open up Cherflammen—a ‘box’ full of real dangers—just to prove whether your theory is correct?”
At that point, Salis fell silent. Of course, she didn’t want the dangers associated with the opening of Cherflammen to happen. However, there’s this little feeling in her heart that she’d never accept the saints’ words until she was proven otherwise.
Supported by that strange dream, her ‘gut feeling’ tells her so…
“Let me tell you what happened when we left Cherflammen,” Seirna continued. “After we cut the ‘connection’ to that world—the reason we all forgot about that matter until now—there’s no one barely alive there! The sky light was consumed by…the Lord G-Gaius’ dragon, every living thing killed by his ‘shadow children’. Now tell me, ‘science’ owl-lady, how can anything survive in that cold, dark, and barren land? Not to mention, the Seductress is after the
otherworlder’s
god-powers, and all that he’s armed with is a gun!”
“You omitted the part where that
idiot,
Gaius, also wanted the god-po—”
“Shut up, Natasha!” the Saint of the Flame barked.
“…” Salis only gave Seirna a long stare. While she had no other ways to disprove the Saint of the Flame’s claim, the owl-lady kept on insisting within her that the Lord Kuro—the only person who caught her heart, just like the others present—won’t go down that easy. After all, as he always told her, he had everything thrown at him: knives, swords, spears, magic, bullets…and he still came back alive.
“…”
And also, she’s pissed at how the Saint of the Flame is trying to make her look like an idiot, so this is also a matter of personal pride.
While Salis and Eris attracted everyone’s attention—and for some of them, their scorn—by their sheer denial of what happened to their friend, Maddie remained composed from where she sat. Like her other saint friends, she was also looking into the thoughts of the owl-girl and the Braunhauer duchess. And like those two, she wanted to ‘wholeheartedly’ believe that Kuro was still alive…
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T
he Saint’s Tree, Cherwoods***
“In order for us to bring in huge amounts of water into the interior of Cherwoods, we have to widen the irrigation canals, and put paddling machines so that there’s a continuous current to push water up to the very end of this system.”
The Dorians watched Kuro’s presentation about his proposed network of irrigation canals stretching far north up to the shores of Cherwoods, and south to the frontiers. He also showed them a miniature example of his canal design to reinforce his proposals, much to the delight of the elves.
“In time, we can also build aqueducts so we can bring water even to the highest elevations of this land.”
“You mean we can supply the settlements in the hill areas with this ‘aqueduct’, Mister Kuro?”
“You’re right on track,
milord!
”
The Lord Ingwer observed his companions as they trade questions with the human commoner. He would also look into the miniature samples and try the system for himself. The irrigation network Mister Kuro was proposing was viable, and it would solve his city’s issues in a blink of an eye (since they could use magic to move earth in a flash). However, there were questions in the Elvish lord’s mind…
“Mister Kuro.”
“Milord?”
“Well, I admit, your proposals are good,” the Lord Ingwer began, “and really, I think this might be the answer to our city’s problem with water supply. But then, I hope you forgive me for asking this. I wanted to know, what will you gain from these plans, Mister Kuro?”
There was a moment of silence, as the question of the Elvish lord visibly surprised the human commoner. Nevertheless, Kuro was quick to recover his senses; he smiled and said, “
Milord,
I won’t deny I’m getting some sort of benefits in doing this for your saint. However, if you suspect that it is for money, for fame, or even controlling Her Holiness, then I plead for consideration. Though I may not elaborate on our working relationship, I can say with confidence that it is I who needs her help more than she needs mine.”
“Are you saying that you’re not interested in these things around you? Vast palaces? The power and influence?”
“Do all elves wanted those?”
The Lord Ingwer shook his head.
“Then,
milord,
not all humans are the same as well. For me, I only wanted to live in peace, and those things you mentioned won’t bring me what I desire.”
The human commoner and the Elvish lord locked gazes for a short while. The Lord Ingwer was determining the sincerity of the man before him, and likewise, Kuro would never back down from his intimidation. And when the former realized the truth behind his host’s words, he asked another question…
“Alright, Mister Kuro, you convinced me. Now, I still have another concern,” the Elvish lord brought everyone’s attention to the miniature. “While I agree that this network of irrigation canals can solve our problems with water supply, I want to know where would we get this ‘paddle machine’ to create a current in the ditches?”
“Well, there are ways to build that ‘paddle machine’,” Kuro got a parchment and drew his ideas. “First, a ‘quite’ simple paddle machine in which we can use elvish manpower to push the water. Advantage of this design is that it’s easy to build, and we need to get those machines as soon as possible. The disadvantage is, its power depends on the physical strength of the elf ‘pushing’ it.”
“Not to mention, if we’re using people, they get tired.”
“Exactly.”
“And the second option?”
“We can build an automated system of a ‘paddle machine’. Elvish intervention is limited to maintenance and refueling, and the machine can continue working even during the time of long sleep.”
“Of course we wanted the second choice,” the Lord Ingwer commented.
“So do I,” Kuro countered. “However, the next question will be, where do we get it?”
Another round of silence. The Dorians had no idea where to find such a machine, and the human commoner seemed to be clueless as well. But then, the Lord Ingwer put up the idea of, “How about asking Her Holiness for some water golems to operate the ‘paddle machines’ of the first design?”
“Well…that can work,” the human took a pause before continuing. “However, as of now, we can’t do that.”
“What do you mean, Mister Kuro?”
“I offer my apologies,
milord,
but as of now, we can’t rely on the power of the Elf Saint.”
“I-I don’t understand…” the Elvish lord’s face went pale. “Is this…the reason she secluded herself?”
Kuro nodded, and he added, “That’s all I can give you on the saint. So, for now, it’s us who do the work for her. Besides, in the eventuality that Her Holiness’ powers vanished completely, the irrigation system will continue to service every elvish settlement in Cherwoods. So no need to worry once we finished building it.”
The Dorians, still in shock at what they’d just learned, were silent for a few moments. Kuro just let them be, sensing that he didn’t want to press them on deciding immediately on the matter he proposed. However, the Lord Ingwer returned to his self and asked,
“You’re right, Mister Kuro. If that is the case with Her Holiness, then we have to find the machine your irrigation system needs.”
“For now, we can do away with the first machine design. In fact, we already got volunteers willing to do the ‘paddling’,” the human replied. “However, as more settlements around Cherwoods will need to be included in the canal network, the more we’ll have to rely on the autonomous machinery.”
“Got it. But do you have an idea of where to get such a device?”
“Well…” a poignant Kuro then looked towards the windows of the room, towards the border crossing between Cherwind and Cherwoods to the east. “I know someone who can help you with that.”
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T
he Holy Palatial Gardens***
The exhibits finally opened with a holy mass, conducted by the Grand Mother Templar Superior, and a benediction from the Human, Beastman and Demon saints. Then the month-long celebration proceeded as planned. Guests were still arriving, either by carriage and a network of ‘highways’ established six years ago, or by the train (the Holy Palatial Gardens had a tram station inside its complex). The nearby town of Arles had all of its inns fully booked, while the grounds between Arles and the Palatial Gardens (the border of the Saint’s estate and the duchy of Savoy) now resembled a ‘tent city’, for a great number of visitors preferred to stay near the events for several days. The exhibits were just too big to be completely seen in one go.
While the invitations were sent only to the leaders of the human, beastmen and demon races, the expositions were open to everyone. The scale of the celebrations eventually reached from all the corners of Chersea, Cherwind and the two other worlds, Cherwoods and the land of the dwarves. As such, there were also guests coming in from their people.
“We bid you welcome to our exposition,” the Human Saint greeted the elves and dwarves that had just arrived by rail. “We hope that you find our displays to your liking.”
“Bless you, Your Holiness,” the head of the Elvish delegation replied, as his eyes wandered and marveled at the opulence of the Holy Palatial Gardens’ tram station. “By the Saints, I never been to a place of such grandeur…”
“There would be more at the exposition grounds, Lord Herrun,” Maddie gestured for them to follow her. “Our societies had progressed far for the past few years…or in your culture, long sleeps. Thanks to that one man…” The Human Saint’s eyes went from her visitors to the prominent statue of a man in the middle of the station.
“That man?” the elf was taken aback. “Y-Your Holiness, you mean all of these are his doing?”
The Human Saint nodded, “Well, not everything was his idea, but he laid down some of the concepts we developed into the useful machines we use today.” She led them beside the foot of the statue, “By the way, I myself did this a week ago.”
“Impressive!” the Lord Herrun read the plaque on the pedestal, “This man is a genius! Looking at the list of his ideas here, this is phenomenal!”
“Indeed, he is!” Maddie proudly answered, though for some reason, there was a hint of sadness on her face. “It’s just unfortunate that he’s not here to see the fruits of his labors anymore…”
“
Oh…
what happened to him?”
“He’s dead…”
“
Uhm…
my condolences, Your Holiness,” the Lord Herrun bowed. “I didn’t know that this man you admire has already left the mortal realms. If it’s possible, may I know the name of this brilliant mind you speak highly of? I see that his name is not yet on the plaque.”
“We’re still having it cast,” Maddie explained. “But yes, his name is Greg Santos. To his friends, however, we call him ‘Kuro’; in fact, in this region, he is known as the ‘Lord Kuro of Arles’.”
The elf fell silent for a few minutes, as if surprised at the mention of the person’s name behind the statue. Then, he said, “That name…it is familiar, Your Holiness.”
“You might’ve heard of him before. He goes by many monikers, like the ‘Commoner General’ and the ‘Rock of Chersea’ here in this land. In Cherwind, he is the ‘Eternal King of Cherwind’, and the ‘Chief of the Orphans’. Among the demons, they call him the ‘Special Scholar’, and the ‘Master of Cassandra David’.”
“
Huh?
The Master of Cassandra David? Our greatest hero, Your Holiness?”
“Yes, he’s the old teacher of hers in the past. Like the Lady Cassandra, he comes from another world.”
“
Ah!
So this man’s really someone big!” the Elvish lord mused. “Still, Your Holiness, I think I heard his name recently. I just don’t remember where…”
At that point, Maddie read the elf’s mind, searching for any traces of Kuro in his thoughts. But then, another elf came beside the Lord Herrun and whispered something, bringing the latter’s memories about the man she loved in her full view.
“Right!” the Lord Herrun exclaimed before the Human Saint could do anything. “I remember now. There’s news coming from the Saint’s Tree that there’s a man who calls himself ‘Kuro of Arles’. Strange though; you say he’s already dead, but my friend, the Lord Ingwer of the city of Dorian, actually talked to him…and he gave him great advice on how to solve the…
err,
what he calls the ‘desertification’ of the frontiers of Cherwoods! In fact, the reason we’re here is to look at those machines he men—”
At that moment, the dignified expression and gestures from Maddie disappeared, as she grabbed the Elvish lord by his arms and demanded, “
Milord,
this Lord Ingwer of the city of Dorian, where can I find him?”
“
Err…uh…
Y-Your Holiness…
err…
c-calm down…”
“That man claiming to be ‘Kuro of Arles’ is a fake!” she bellowed. “I’ve seen him die with my own eyes!”
The servants of the Holy Palatial Gardens joined the other elves in trying to get the Human Saint’s hands—stuck like a crab’s pincers—off on the poor, confused elf. Maddie, once the Lord Herrun was free of her grasp, realized the folly of her actions, and returned to her usual prim self. She immediately offered her apologies to the Elvish delegation.
“I-It’s fine, Your Holiness,” the Lord Herrun brushed off the incident with a laugh. “I myself would react in the same manner, should I learn that someone is using the name of the person I look up to.”
“Still, someone’s using my Kuro’s name to enrich himself. Unforgivable,” the intense ‘killing intent’ that Maddie unconsciously unleashed intimidated her guests. However…
“Your Holiness!”
“Huh—”
The Human Saint didn’t even know what hit her, for her head maid, Lily, moved so fast those with untrained eyes couldn’t see that she actually slapped her friend on the head, ostensibly to bring her back to her senses.
“Goodness!” Lily wore a smile on her face, yet everyone could tell that she’s pissed at Maddie. “Your Holiness, I left you in-charge of the welcoming party because you insisted—and I trusted you—in doing so. But what’s going on with you scaring our valued guests?”
“Ha?”
the Human Saint countered, “I didn’t do anything!”
“Your Holiness,” it was the Beastman Queen, Ursura. “We can feel your bloodlust from where we are—which is on the other side of the Palatial Gardens. So we rushed to check on you. Look, even the other saints are with us!”
“Oh?”
then Maddie realized that Ursura and Lily teleported to her spot by the Ruro, Natasha and Seirna, along with some of the Paladin Guards led by their captain, Lady Sylvia Henristone. The Human Saint’s face was red, and she tried to step aside to her embarrassment. She also explained, “I’m sorry, everyone! I’m alright…it’s just that, I learned from our elf guest that there’s someone in Cherwoods impersonating Kuro.”
The moment she said those, the murderous air emanating from everyone else save for the Saint of the Flame filled the tram station. Though they never spoke, one look at their faces and everyone could tell that there was only one thing in their minds, which was,
“Kill that imposter!”
The Lord Herrun could only chuckle, “Everyone here loves The Lord Kuro for sure,
no?
” |
***
T
he Heavenly Realms, some time in the past…***
For quite a while now after he gained consciousness, Greg Santos—no, Kuro’s spirit had been wandering around the white, swirling, fluffy clouds that surrounded him. Contrary to what he was led to believe when he was still on Earth, there were no angels that welcomed him in heaven. No ‘tribunals’ either, so he didn’t know if this ‘isolation’ he was experiencing was the ‘real’ hell, or if he was still awaiting judgment for his deeds when he was still a mortal.
“…”
Kuro had no idea for how long he had been there. All that he could remember was the gloomy, dark, and lonely feelings he had as life slowly slipped from his physical body, lying fatally injured in Cherflammen. He was pretty sure, however, that his friends in Chersea and the Other Realms have forgotten about him. And the love of his life, Maddie, probably found the man meant to make her happy.
It also might be, that she’s already has a child by now…that baby he saw in his visions.
Being there, walking around the heavens, was a pleasant experience. Kuro felt like his body was as light as a feather, and though, he wanted to be sad, the happy feelings kept on coming back to him. However, though he’s happy and relieved that his loved ones were safe in his previous world, a faint hint of bitterness remained in his heart. Deep inside, he wished it was him who were beside them. Deep inside, he wished to see his children with the people he loved…
Deep inside, he’s questioning the wisdom of his decision to stay behind in Cherflammen, only to die by Gaius’ hands.
“…”
But he knew he couldn’t go back in his decision. Besides, if Kuro never sacrificed himself, all of them were dead by now.
Still, does it have to be this way? Is his life made to exist only to be sacrificed for others? Can’t he be a little selfish for once?
“I won’t call it being ‘selfish’, you know?”
Kuro’s heart nearly skipped a beat when he heard a familiar, gentle voice speak from somewhere. When he noticed someone standing from his peripheral vision, he turned, only to see that bearded person he played a little game of chess before. The human blurted out, “God?”
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J
ust like when he first met the High King of the Gods, the deity kept on pulling out furniture and snacks from weird and random places, impressing and freaking Kuro at the same time. His ‘homely’ air, and soothing voice calmed the human’s bitterness, all the while they talked over two mugs of hot coffee.
“Cream?” God asked him.
“Y-Yes, Lord,” Kuro replied. “Lots of cream, if you please…”
“No problem! Feel free to say your wishes,” He brought out a cream jar from the air, and put several spoons on the human’s mug. “That’s enough for you?”
Kuro nodded and gave his thanks. Then, he took his first sip as the High King spoke.
“Kuro, what’s happening to you isn’t because of selfishness. If anything, we can summarize it as you asking for what you need.”
“My needs? You mean like, Abraham Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs?”
God nodded. “Do you want to? We can request Dr. Maslow’s spirit to appear and explain matters to us.”
Kuro laughed and shook his head. “I’d rather hear Your wisdom, Lord. I think we’re closer than Dr. Maslow; we’ve played chess before, right?”
“
Hm…
who says you’re a stranger to Me before?” the High King chuckled. “I always welcome those who call to Me, and treat them as My children.”
“T-Thank You for Your benevolence, Your Majesty.”
The High King pulled a pair of cinnamon buns from somewhere, and gave one to Kuro. “Any case, I applaud your efforts, Greg…or should I call you Kuro now?”
“I guess Kuro is fine, Lord. I’m already used to it, anyway.”
“Alright, Kuro. Going back to the topic, you’re one man who doesn’t think of himself, and is brave to always sacrifice himself to save others.”
“T-Thank You for that, Lord…” Hearing praise coming from the High King of the Gods made Kuro happy, though bitterness still remained in his heart.
“However, I’d like to point out that I designed mortals to be sociable. All can’t live as an ‘island’; you need companions.”
“Err…”
“If you’re thinking of the introverts,” the High King paused for a bit before continuing. “No one is really isolated. Even those people who say they ‘don’t need people and can live alone’ still interact with their families, and others, too. The only difference is the duration and quality of the relationship.”
“It’s true, Your Majesty.”
“Of course. Your observations only verify My designs. Continuing on, Kuro, remember that saying in your world that goes like this: ‘too much is always bad’?”
“I recall it Lord. But if I may ask, why do You tell this to me?”
“You give too much of yourself that nothing is left for you,” the High King said. “Tell me, Kuro, how can you give something you do not have? Too much sacrifices can get you exhausted; ‘burn-out’ is the term. Get what I mean?”
The human nodded, but he had another question.
“If you’re going to ask if you should just go with Maddie before they cut off Cherflammen from the other realms, you can’t.”
“Then it means that I was really meant to die in Cherflammen!”
The High King of the Gods nodded.
“So, it’s all for nothing. Alexa’s efforts to avoid my fate, and my own as well!”
Several minutes of awkward silence ensued. Kuro was fuming within him; he was thinking, if he’s meant to lose his life in Cherflammen,
then what’s the purpose of resisting it?
“Tell me, Kuro,” God suddenly broke the ice. “What do you think of death?”
“The end of everything, Your Majesty.”
“You’re partially right,” the High King nodded. “Especially to those who never believed in the afterlife. However, while death is a terrifying and sad event to everyone, have you thought that it can also serve as a beginning of something else?”
“Are You…referring to a ‘new chapter’ in a person’s life, Lord?”
God smiled and gave him a thumb’s up. “You really catch on quick. Not just for the one who died—whose spirit will go to their final destination, but also to those who are left behind. Often, new chapters gives us a new ‘perspective’ on stories, and so it applies in life as well. It gives us opportunities to grow, or lessons to be learned to help us grow.”
“I see…” Kuro heaved a sigh. “But I guess, those lessons are meant for the living. As for me—who’s dead—a different chance for me, right, Your Majesty?”
“It is,” the High King gulped down the rest of His coffee, before adding. “Though even if you’re a spirit, you can still learn. Want to know your first lesson?”
“Sure!”
“Well, I will not spoon-feed to you the concepts, but I want you to answer Me honestly, Kuro.”
“I’m ready, Lord.”
The High King of the Gods placed a hand on the human’s chest. Then, He asked, “Do you want to live again?”
Kuro was surprised by the question. And he chose a careful reply, “Up to You, Your Majesty.”
“No, I want you to answer. Do you want to live again?”
“Err…”
“Yes, or no?”
Kuro stared at the face of the High King of the Gods. Though His gentle features would make anyone think the deity was a ‘soft’ individual, this time, the human could feel the pressure from Him to give a definite answer. Kuro took a deep breath and said, “Yes Lord. I want to live again.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to come back for those people whom I love.”
The High King of the Gods smiled, and a soft, warm light emanated from His hand placed on Kuro’s chest. “You’re really a fast learner, Kuro. This will be your third life in the mortal realms,” He winked at him, as the human noticed that everything was slowly fading. “Think of it as My gift to you for learning your first lesson after dying the third time: to stand for yourself.”
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T
he Holy Consulate, Mouth of Calabria Branch, Kingdom of Calabria, present day…”
“Y-Your H-Holiness…”
“Mmmm…”
“Y-Your H-Holiness…p-please wake up…”
“Hmmf…I want to sleep…”
“Rise and shine,
lazy bum!
”
“!!!” Lady Hinwe nearly jumped out of her bed when she realized that there was someone else in her room, aside from Meanor. Much to her surprise and horror, there were three other ladies that stood on the other end of the place, and one of them held a dagger to her maid’s throat. She was about to fight with her elf magic, however, Lady Hinwe got even more scared when she realized that the one with the blade was the Human Saint herself, the Lady Madelaine Ann Rubinforth.
And the two others are the Demon Saint, Natasha Bellingsen, and the Saint of the Flame, Seirna Stephanie.
“Y-Y-Y-Y-Your H-H-H-H—”
“Your Holinesses, alright? Now that I completed it for you, you have to answer my questions,” Lady Madelaine let go of the terrified Meanor and put the dagger back to its sheath. She walked towards Lady Hinwe, though her face darkened…as if she was in a trance and was ready to commit murder. “Where is that elf named Gerard?”
“She means Kuro, Your Holiness Lady Hinwe,” Natasha could only scratch her head, trying to appease the bewildered Elf Saint.
“No worries, Hinwe,” it was Seirna. “Lady Rubinforth goes nuts whenever it’s about the otherworlder, Kuro of Arles. It’s pretty normal for her, see?”
“Wha-What do you mean normal?” Lady Hinwe panicked. “Lady Rubinforth’s thinking of flaying me alive if something bad happens to my guard!”
“Oof!”
the two saints had pained expressions on their faces; to match the intensified murderous aura emanating from Maddie.
“What?! Why did she come to hate me even more?” the Elf Saint was hysterical. “What? What?! I didn’t mean he’s my actual guard! I mean, Kuro’s one of my Life Guards but—”
“Well, I can always revive you if you get killed,” Seirna commented.
“Don’t speak as if I’m going to die! Help!”
Maddie was almost upon the Elf Saint when something hit her on the head. Then, she lost consciousness, falling face down on the bed. Behind her—and the one who caused her to stop in her murderous intent—was Maddie’s head maid, Lily.
“Pardon for my mistress, Your Holiness,” the Holy Palatial Garden’s head maid curtsied before the Elf Saint. “Don’t worry; Lady Madelaine may be like that, but she hasn’t murdered anyone recently.”
“Recently? Then that means she murdered before!”
“Well, aside from summoning the entire humankind to make war against the demons for not releasing the Lord Kuro of Arles, Her Holiness the Human Saint won’t hurt a fly anymore.”
Lady Hinwe’s went even paler than before; still, she let out a sigh of relief.
“Anyway, Your Holiness,” Lily took an empty chair nearby and sat beside the Elf Saint. “Lady Sylvia of the Paladin Corps sent a letter to us asking for reinforcements for your protection. Apparently, something happened to Cherwoods and you’re now forced to hide here?”
“Yes…?”
The head maid smiled, but Lady Hinwe quickly noticed something sinister about it. “Tell me, Your Holiness, why did you allow your bodyguard to leave for the Saint’s Tree just to fetch your dolls and other stuff? Isn’t his duty is to stay beside you?”
The Elf Saint rushed towards Seirna and Natasha, but Lily caught one of her arms in an iron grip. Terrified, she cried out to them, “These two will kill me!”
“!!!” However, everyone’s attention quickly went away from the Lady Hinwe and into another person who just barged in the room. Her brown ears and fluffy white tail were smeared with crimson blood, coming from the two figures she dragged with her.
Seirna commented, “For goodness’ sake, Lady Ruro! What did you do once again?”
“
Oh
these guys?” the Beastman threw them aside. Natasha tried to see if they were still alive, while Ruro said, “I heard their thoughts; I think those villains are conspiring to kill the Lady Hinwe, under the pay of someone back in Cherwoods. I guess they got other people in their plans, but hey, at least we already caught some of them.”
“Ahem,”
Lily cleared her throat. “I’ll ask the Lady Henristone to look into this conspiracy, to safeguard Her Holiness the Lady Hinwe’s life.”
“
Agh!
No matter!” the Elf Saint snapped. “I’m going to die, either by the hands of my enemies or the other saints!”
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T
he ‘Eternal Holiness’, flagship of the elvish galley fleet…***
The commander of the Life Guards’ fleet blockading the portal of Cherwoods, Lord Ninier of Dorian, watched the trapped steam ships as his soldiers from the reinforcing galleys overwhelmed their enemies. However, even when they already surrounded the Chersean flotilla, its defenders would not back down, nor surrender.
Proof of that is the activated magic barrier.
The frustrated companies of elves rained arrows and magic spells on the steam ships, in an effort to exhaust the casters of the barriers. However, once the shields were lifted…
“They’re shooting at us from afar!”
“Their bullets are passing through the wood! Get some thick cover!”
“Help! Help! The captain is bleeding!”
In this way, several attempts to board the ice-bound vessels ended in bloody failures. While the crews of the human ships were hopelessly outnumbered, their tactics and equipment were wreaking havoc among the elvish forces. The Lord Ninier suddenly remembered a mysterious figure from way back his past. That person offered his soldiers ‘demon weapons’ that could shoot accurately and with more range than their standard bows and arrows. But, his commander—the Lord Eldarv—refused it, as it was made by the demons…which were their sworn enemies.
“The elves will never bow down to other races!”
the Lord Eldarv declared back then.
“It’s either our traditions, or we die!”
And now, they’re suffering for this stubborn belief. Aside from those injured and died in the galleys that were sunk, or peppered with raking fire, the elves’ casualties were growing each time they mount an assault at the trapped ships, with their enemies turning it into a formidable fortress.
A lot of good elves lost their lives this time…
“…”
Shaking his head in disbelief, the elf naval commander called an orderly. “Send someone to the galleys attacking the Chersean ships. Tell them to retreat, but don’t let our enemies escape.”
Just as the orderly was about to leave, however, a powerful gale suddenly blew from the northerly direction of Cherwoods, causing the gentle waters of the Gulf to turn violent. Much to the elves’ shock and terror, black clouds gathered above their battle site at an alarming rate; even the most experienced of their seafarers didn’t see something like that in their lives up to the present. Soon, combined with the rough seas, flashes of lightning and peals of thunder made its presence known, with some of the elf ships struck and burned.
The Lord Ninier couldn’t believe what he was witnessing. His fleet was being decimated right before his eyes by a freak weather phenomenon. It’s as if it was the god-powers of the Beastman Saint manifesting…
A lieutenant called his attention and pointed towards one of the steam ships, “Sire, look!”
“!!!” All the elves—from the lowest of the soldiers, to the highest of the officers—were terrified to witness a small, yet bright golden-yellow light emanating from the ship named ‘Hagena’…the sure sign of the god-powers of the Beastman Saint. And much to their consternation was the sight of the person wielding that ‘god-power’: a man, with black hair and round ears…a human.
“Th-This is…” the Lord Ninier could only mutter. “…impossible!”
Then, the human turned his gaze in the direction of the elf fleet’s flagship—the vessel of the Lord Ninier himself. From their spyglasses, the elves saw his smirk, as if mocking them for their folly of trying to resist him. The human, standing on the deck of ‘Hagena’, raised his hand to the dark, swirling clouds, shooting the golden-yellow light from his hands and into the heavens.
It was a terrible, yet mesmerizing sight…
“…”
However…
“!!!”
The next thing that came were a thick rain of hailstones.
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T
he deck of ‘Hagena’…***
In the aftermath of the ‘hailstone barrage’, only the steam ships remained floating on the waters of the Gulf of Cherwoods…at least, in those parts. The ‘formidable’ elvish galleys of the blockade fleet were reduced to waterlogged flotsam, where the living soldiers and mariners of the Life Guards clung to avoid drowning. On the decks and gun ports of the Chersean seacrafts, astonished crews watched in silence when the hero of Arles, their ‘Commoner General’, the Lord Kuro, displayed his overwhelming god-powers.
The only ones who knows what to expect are the ladies from the Holy Palatial Gardens…
“…”
Kuro, with his ‘Gerard of Yusave’ disguise peeling off, stood in silence before them. Honestly, he didn’t know what to say, other than ask, “H-How did you guys know?”
Salis put her gun back to its holster. “Have you forgotten, Kuro? I’m a genius—
hey!
” the owl-girl was interrupted in her speech when the Duchess of Braunhauer, followed by the lycanthrope and the orc-girl, ran and threw themselves to him.
“!!!”
They fell together on the deck floor, though Kuro was quick to support himself so they won’t hurt themselves.
“I knew it was you!” Eris, though with tears in her eyes, had a pleasant smile on her face. “You give away so many clues about yourself,
milord!
”
“Clues? What?” Kuro exclaimed.
Nari buried her face in his chest, “I already suspected when I recalled his smell; I just can’t confirm it because I’m not that smart like Lady Salis…”
Oh right, she’s a werewolf,
Kuro thought to himself.
“You guys…” Salis clicked her tongue, but decided not to spoil the moment. She just continued, “Kuro, even if you try to hide yourself, your attitude gives you away. See? You’re always ready to give, even if you end up losing in the process. Of all the humans I met, you’re the only one who does that stupidity.”
“S-Sorry…”
“W-Well,” the owl-girl blushed. “I-It’s not like I hated that selfless part of yours.”
“And Sir Kuro loves Nari’s
lugaw!
” Tama’lee added. “And another clue is, Lady Salis noticed Sir ‘Gerard’ calling her gun
‘derringer’
—a word not found in dictionaries anywhere!”
“Honestly,” the Lady Henristone revealed, “Lady Hinwe told us the truth about you, Lord Kuro, after you fought with her. I mean, for someone who’s position is just a lowly guard of her elite warriors, ‘Gerard’ sure is brave for throwing insults and curses to Her Holiness.”
“
Ah…
I was just taken by the heat of the moment back then…” Kuro could only scratch his head. “
Damn
her; her timidity is leading her people and Cherwoods to certain destruction, and I felt I should help her back on track.”
The Lady Malvette also came out from the lower decks at that moment. Kuro, impressed by her courage and skills in naval engagements, got up and offered her a handshake. “
Milady,
that was really great! Thank you for helping us!”
The former admiral flashed a smile and grabbed his hand. However, instead of handshake, she pulled him closer to her and planted a kiss on his lips, much to everyone’s shock. “Welcome back, Lord Kuro!” she chuckled. “It’s how seamen greet their people, see?”
“I-I’m pretty sure it wasn’t,” Kuro tried to laugh it off, but he could feel the piercing stares on him.
“I…I mean, the ‘speaking your feelings directly’ part,” Lady Malvette also laughed, realizing that she created tension with her companions. “Anyway! Let’s help these poor elves! They’ve been floating at the sea for a while now.”
“R-Right…” Eris dusted herself and went back to her ‘serious’ mode. “Let’s go!”
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T
he Saint’s Tree…***
The ‘other’ Kuro of Arles, whose true identity was the low-ranked member of the Life Guards, ‘Gerard of Yusave’, watched the soldiers of his military unit distribute food and other supplies to the elves who had gathered at the borders of the Elf Saint’s city to demand action from their holy lady. He knew that the ‘lull’ in their protests was temporary, and soon, he would have to admit to them that the Lady Hinwe was in another place, with a low chance of returning to her duties as the Elf Saint of Cherwoods.
“…”
As someone whose home was destroyed by the encroaching sands in the frontiers, Gerard was aware that the Lady Hinwe was unfit to rule anymore. Still, he’s giving her a chance, not only because his lover and fiancée—the Elf Saint’s closest maid, Meanor—pleaded him to support her, the appearance of that human, Kuro of Arles, brought hope in him that maybe…just maybe…he could prod Her Holiness to do her duties to her people.
At that point, it doesn’t matter to him if they take suggestions from other races, even from the demons. Lady Hinwe needs to ‘wake up’ now.
“…”
But, it seemed like even with the wisdom of Kuro of Arles, the Elf Saint would never change. Her stubborn character and laziness were too much, even for the human. That’s why, like his superior, the Lord Sir Eldarv of the Life Guards, he already reached the decision to inaugurate a new saint to rule over the elves.
The only problem is, they have to kill the Lady Hinwe, so her god-powers can pass to someone else.
“…”
As much as he never wanted to turn into those palace officials they hated, Gerard had no choice but to take the drastic options. Time was of the essence, and the more they delayed, the more the sands would engulf huge swaths of Cherwoods’ ancient forests. They had to make the lands fertile again; and the Elf Saint’s god-powers was key to this.
The irrigation systems, proposed by Kuro of Arles, would continue. While they were not sure that these ‘set of canals’ could solve their woes, building it would send a message to the elves that Her Holiness was doing something to help them. And if it turned out that it was beneficial, they’d hit two birds in one stone, thus encouraging the people to return to the fold of the Elf Saint’s authority.
In any case, so as not to arouse any suspicions, Gerard wanted for the Lady Hinwe to return to Cherwoods. After all, killing her in another land would be a diplomatic incident, and could lead to tragic reprisals from the other saints. But, for some reason, her group was taking its time; Gerard was worried that human, Kuro, had noticed his duplicity and purposefully delayed their return to urge him to take action, exposing his treason.
“…”
Still, Gerard would persevere. It’s for the good of the elves, as well as the secured future for his fiancée.
“!!!”
His train of thoughts were interrupted when Sir Eldarv came to him. “Sir Kuro,” the captain began. “I just received news from our scouts in Tenedrim that the entire fleet of the Life Guards was annihilated in a sea battle and a freak storm.”
Gerard couldn’t believe what he just heard. “Wait…a sea battle and a freak storm?”
“It’s also confusing me, Sire,” the captain of the Elf Guards admitted. “But according to eyewitness accounts, a confrontation occurred at the vicinity of the Tenedrim lagoon between our fleets and two Chersean steam ships. Then, after a running battle, the weather took turn for the worse, and destroyed our galleys. Only the steam ships remain.”
“What kind of weather we’re talking about here?”
“Err…”
Sir Eldarv read the letter he had on hand. “A powerful gale that made the seas rough. Thunderstorms, and,
uh…err…
a rain of hailstones. The scouts also claimed that the steam ships were undamaged.”
“I…really don’t understand. Are you telling me that the ‘freak weather’ chose to hit our galleys and avoid the Chersean ships?”
The captain of the Life Guards shrugged. However, he added, “Sire, the Chersean flotilla was last sighted, heading to the northern waters. We don’t know where those vessels intended to go, but they did drop our surviving members on the nearest landmass and left supplies for them to have something to eat.”
“Generous,
huh?
” the disguised elf mused. He ordered Sir Eldarv, “Then, if it’s the Elf Saint, we let them pass and dock here. Otherwise, the blockade stands. Allow no one to cross into your waters and reach this place. Gather the remaining galleys and search for those ships.”
The captain of the Life Guards gave him a snappy salute, and went to implement ‘Kuro of Arles’ orders. |
“
L
ady Salis, can I ask you to fly a message to the Duke of Shent?”
The owl-girl, who was in the middle of reading a book, stared back at Gerard. She never wanted to move from where she was lying, but the elf guard was persistent.
“I wanted to prepare the ships before we arrive in Cherwoods,” he kept on saying.
“What for?”
Gerard heaved a sigh and told her, “Are you not really aware of the elves?”
“You guys got…
erm…
long ears?”
“Look, we don’t have much time left before we reach the end of the crossing,” the elf guard sat beside her and explained. “The elves can hit their enemies with deadly precision. Even if they are armed with bows, which limited their range, they can still kill us with improper preparations.”
“
Hmm…
you got a point, Mister Elf.”
“I’m an elf myself, go figure.”
Salis chuckled and sat up, “Well, what should I tell the other ship?”
“That I recommend we seal the gun ports and the deck bridge with makeshift armor, like a wooden plank for example. While a curtain is enough to disrupt an elf’s line of sight, I’m afraid their arrows will pass through the barriers and still hit someone hiding behind the ‘soft armor’ such as curtains and blankets.”
“Not to mention, those are easily flammable, should they decide to burn us. Unlike the wooden planks, which will give us time to chant spells to extinguish the fire before it completely burns.”
“You’re right on that one, Miss Genius.”
Salis was surprised at the elf’s words, and she had to hide her blushing cheeks from him.
However, Gerard was quick to notice her, “I didn’t mean anything special behind that, so don’t fall for me, Miss Genius.”
The owl-girl answered his teasing with a middle finger. The elf laughed, but stopped his jokes.
“Anyway, yes, we have to plug every hole in the ships large enough for arrows to get in,” Gerard continued his explanation. “If ever the fight erupts, the gun crews, and the engineers will go below the decks for protection. The only ones to remain at the ships’ bridges are the captains, and the crews assigned on the ship wheels, including me…I’ll be defending our fleet from there. The gun ports are to be closed, though not locked because we’ll be shooting the elvish galleys once they stop raining us with arrows. The ship lieutenants should assign someone who’d chant magic barrier spells to protect the ships during the reloading of the cannons, then lift the shields once the artillery are ready.”
“Got it.”
“Also, once the battle begins, you ladies will head down the decks as well. No exceptions.”
“But we can fight—”
“I’m not doubting your abilities and bravery, Lady Salis,” the elf reiterated. “However, once you’re dead from a precise elven arrow to your head or heart, your skills and courage will be useless. Lady Braunhauer claimed earlier that I care for you? Well, yes. You ladies helped us, after all…in a lot of ways than you think. And I’d like to return the favor.”
Salis said nothing, save for a light nod. Then, Gerard tapped her shoulders.
“Please send my message; our time is limited. Thanks!”
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A
cting upon Gerard’s instructions, the crews began to prepare the ships for a possible encounter with the elvish fleet on the other side of the crossing. Spare wooden planks—meant for onboard ship repairs—were brought out and nailed to seal the holes of the vessels, from its deck windows, to other ports—like the ones for rigging. For the bridges, though the windows were covered by glass windshields, they reinforced it with wood as well. The only part that wasn’t covered were the front panes, so that the ship pilots could still navigate the vessel’s path.
As they neared the other side, the ship lieutenants gave the order to unlock the armories. The crews equipped themselves with swords and guns, especially the short ‘bolt-heater’ revolvers of demon make. Medical supplies were also put on the middle area of the lower deck, so that those in-charge of treating injuries could easily access the medicines and gauzes inside the chests. Gun crews stood near their respective stations. Cannons were loaded with black powder and waddings; the solid round shots were left inside the burning steam engines so it was already heated when needed.
Food, coming from the ‘Hagena’ where Nari cooked, was distributed to the people of both ships through Salis, who flew back and forth to deliver supplies. The elf guard reasoned that the crews had to be well-rested and fed before they dive into battle. Meanwhile, once Salis was done…
“Hey!”
“!!!” The owl-girl was surprised when the elf guard came to her, handing a bottle of citrus juice, as she rested after her ‘supply runs’ in between ‘Hagena’ and ‘Duke of Shent’.
“Take it; it’s on me,” Gerard told her, as he sat beside her to take a break. “Lady Nari made some of these from the ships’ supplies. I got her to keep a few for me, and also for you, since you and I will definitely need these later.”
“Thanks,” the owl-girl sheepishly said.
They remained silent for a while. Gerard just watched the greyness of the crossing pass by their ship, while Salis sipped on her juice. The hum of the steam engines from below decks disturbed the stillness of their journey, though it was soft enough not to impair their hearing.
Then, once Salis finished her drunk, she broke the ice, “It’s quite a pity, no?”
“What is?”
The owl-girl heave a sigh. “Well, they say I’m a genius. I also believe I am, but…”
“Hm?”
“Even with all the knowledge I possess, it’s useless when it comes to the sadness of the heart.”
“Is this about your guy?” the elf asked.
Salis nodded, and sighed once more. “
Eh,
you know, I’m still hoping that what we learned from the Lady Malvette isn’t true. After all, the Lord Kuro is the one who supported me to follow my dreams. My tribe—even my mother—saw my inventions as novelty, see? As a beastwoman I was expected to follow the traditions, and bear strong, healthy children for our people.”
Seeing that Gerard would not say anything, the owl-girl continued.
“But that human, he is different. The Lord Kuro never laughed at me; though I’m sure I annoyed him many times. He encouraged me to persevere,” Salis laughed, though the elf could feel a hint of bitterness behind it. “Maybe the saints are right; I’m just denying the truth. The Lord Kuro—my teacher—is gone.”
“Well, I don’t know about you,” Gerard cleared his throat first, before adding, “but you’re what they call a ‘scientist’, right?”
“What about it?”
“From what I understand in your talk with the others, you won’t accept something unless you see it yourself. You haven’t even set foot in Cherwoods, so why are you giving up now, and believe what others tell you?”
“Because of the circumstantial evidences?” the owl-girl pointed out; she was sarcastic.
“And you quickly believe in those?” Gerard countered. “So, what if I tell you know that the Lord Kuro has grown fat, and heavy? Would you immediately believe me?”
“
Oh?
Really?”
“It’s just a ‘what if’.”
“Right…well, I’d believe it a little, I suppose. But, I’d definitely want to see, so I can prove the statement.”
“Exactly,” the elf chuckled. “Feelings are deceptive, though to be fair, we are like this because we may have experienced similar events before. Still, I want to see for myself before admitting someone’s words to be true.”
Another round of silence; only Gerard’s sipping of his bottle of orange juice could be heard. Then, Salis spoke, “You know what?”
“Yeah?”
“You sound exactly like the Lord Kuro.”
“Now, don’t go attributing my words to a (possible) dead man. It’s taboo for us, elves.”
“
Hahaha…
sorry.”
“What’s funny?”
“I just…” Salis flashed her sweetest smile for the elf guard. “I want to ask myself; why am I telling you these things anyway?”
“Beats me,” Gerard shrugged, but added, “No worries. I’m not thinking of anything weird when I said those words. I just want to console you; it can be a problem for us if you guys are distracted in the heat of battle later.”
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W
hile the two-ship flotilla neared the exit portal to Cherwoods, Gerard gave Salis a new mission…
“You want me to scout ahead of the flotilla?” the owl-girl asked.
“It’s the reason you’re with me, right?” the elf reminded her. “You volunteered to serve as my ‘reconnaissance’.”
“Yes, I have no qualms with that,” she replied. “I’m just confirming the instructions you gave me.”
Gerard nodded, “But make sure you fly high. Your owl eyes can still see the seas from several leagues high,
no?
”
“Of course. What kind of an owl-girl would I be if my eyes are weak as humans?”
“That’s good. The skies will be your main defense against the deadly, accurate elf arrows.”
Salis was silent, and only gave him a thumbs-up. She spread her wings, ready to fly.
However, the elf guard pulled her back to the ship’s deck, handing a small bag and telling her, “
Oi,
I can’t let you off without eating first. If the elves decide to give us a fight, I’m pretty sure you’ll have no time to eat while arrows and cannonballs are flying around you.”
“You’re pretty fussy than my mother, Sir Gerard.”
“Yeah, yeah…do as I say for now, you’ll thank me after surviving this
shit,
” the elf guard winked at her.
“Well, I’m already thanking you now,” she whispered.
“
Hmm?
You saying something, Lady Salis?”
The owl-girl shook her head, and flashed a sweet smile. “Nothing! I’m just memorizing your instructions.” |
***
T
he deck of ‘Hagena’***
After the battle at the Tenedrim Lagoon, the Lady Malvette determined that the supplies of both ships were not enough to even carry a ‘raid’ at the Saint’s Tree palace. The black powder and cannon ammunitions were almost used up, though the food was still plentiful. The cartridges for the ‘bolt-heaters’ were also low in numbers, and the ships had to re-provision the wooden planks, in case they needed on-site repairs.
“…”
The Duchess of Malvette recommended they turn back to the Mouth of Calabria to carry out resupply, and if possible, hire more ships to break the elvish blockade. The captains of ‘Hagena’ and ‘Duke of Shent’ supported her assessment, so Kuro—with the permission of their ‘financier’, the Duchess of Braunhauer—agreed.
However, Lady Margaret Jeanne also sought to sow tension and uncertainty to their enemies, so…
“I can tell the elvish scouts are watching us from the shores,” she told the others at the middle of their dinner.
“Well, they have no artillery to bombard us from that distance,” Kuro pointed out.
“
Hmm…
it’s not what I have in mind, actually.”
“Then, what is it,
milady?
”
“Let’s play some pranks on these elves,” she proposed. “Look, they can watch us. So, let’s head up north, where there’s only vast seas and no land. That way, we confuse them into thinking ‘why did those humans go there?’, then turn and secretly slip into the portal back to Chersea.”
“
Oh!
Good idea!” the Lady Henristone stood from her seat. “Not only it will cause panic to the elves, degrading their morale, it will also burn their supplies in an effort to find us! Such great naval skill you have,
milady!
Will you consider coming back to Chersea and serve in Her Holiness the Human Saint’s navy?”
“What?” Kuro exclaimed. “Maddie has a navy now?”
“Well, if Lady Malvette agrees, then we can form one.”
“Oh…”
But the Lady Malvette shook her head, “My apologies, Lady Henristone, but I have to decline the prestigious offer. First, I’m the ambassador of the Kingdom of Cherwind to Cherwoods, and I wanted to serve His Majesty the King…” she stared at Kuro. “And also, Her Majesty the Queen Ursura. Second, my loyalty lies towards the people of Cherwind.”
“Ah, bummer…”
the paladin captain muttered. “Still, the offer’s on the table. Our corps will always welcome talented women like you, Lady Admiral.”
“Thanks!”
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T
he Battle of the Tenedrim Lagoon was a lop-sided battle. The entire galley fleet of the Elf Guards blockading the portal out of Cherwoods was annihilated, though many of the elvish sailors survived to tell the tale of how the Lord Kuro of Arles (they thought it was the Beastman Saint) destroyed them using his god-powers. On the Chersean side, only a handful suffered injuries…mostly because of the misfiring cannons in the heat of the fight.
In any case, Kuro healed those wounds and bruises, just like how he did to the elves they rescued from the waters of the Gulf of Cherwoods.
“…”
As the steam ships approached the harbor of the Mouth of Calabria, Kuro stood at the deck of ‘Hagena’, looking into the port city itself. He felt the cool wind of Chersea, as if welcoming him to her lands once again. He remained in that spot for a few moments, until he felt someone stand beside him.
He opened his eyes and saw Eris.
“Lady Eris…”
“Milord…”
“Just Kuro is enough.”
“Then, please call me by my name. I’m more comfortable that way, K-Kuro…”
Kuro smiled and shook his head. In his mind, he just couldn’t resist the Duchess’ charms, which honestly, changed a lot during the times he was gone. “Alright, E-Eris…you win.”
The young lady blushed. She quickly averted her eyes away from him; nevertheless, she asked, “K-K-Kuro…
uhm,
I wanted to know…wh-why did you hide…yourself?”
He chuckled. “You really want to know why?”
Eris sheepishly nodded. “I…no, we’re thinking about it. Why did you hide when you can just reveal yourself to us? Did you…come to hate us because we forgot and left you alone in Cherflammen?”
“What?” Kuro’s eyes widened in surprise. “No! I don’t hate anyone of you! And while I did regret my decision to die in Cherflammen, I’m happy that you guys lived peacefully! My sacrifice isn’t wasted!”
“Then, why?”
“Well…” he pointed towards the wharf. “It’s because of that. See those people at the docks, especially that lovely, silver-haired beauty over there?”
Eris followed his direction and stared at the figures waiting for them at the piers. A collection of human, beastman and demon figures stood on that side, and prominent among them was the unmistakably silver hair of Her Holiness the Human Saint, Madelaine Ann Rubinforth. Her arms crossed over her chest, and her face—though still beautiful—was pissed.
“Kuuuuurrrrrrrrroooooooooooo!!!”
she shouted, the volume of which was enhanced by the power of the Beastman Saint.
“You’re awfully late to come home!”
Eris and Kuro exchanged looks; the former, though she said nothing, had an expression that told the latter, ‘here she comes again’. And Kuro, while he did miss Maddie, knew what fate awaited him once he sets his foot on land.
He might become a dad soon…
“…”
In any case, Kuro was finally back in his loving home. |
And with that, Volume 15 comes to a close...but Arc 4 is just starting!
I just want to say thanks to all the readers who supported and read my work so far. Also, special thanks to those who give their time and effort in writing feedback, even those telling me that there are passages/instances I've written wrong. You guys are a big help in improving my work, as well as my writing skills!
So, what are the things in store for you in this latest arc/season? Well, for sure, Kuro is now a 'level' higher than he was when Maddie first summoned him. Also, there are some suggestions put forward to me. One, a beta reader of mine (my brother, actually) told me to give more 'characterizations' to Eris, and Salis, since he feels like they've been 'left out' in the first arcs. My solution? Not only those two, I also decided to give more 'screen time' to other characters that will become part of Kuro's harem.
Second suggestion came from a reader from ScribbleHub (and a reviewer, too). He actually posted on my wall there asking for Kuro to have a break from all the
shitstorm
he experienced. Well, I'm thinking of the same, though I don't have an idea of where to put it in my volumes. My solution is to create an entire book dedicated to that 'break' (you know, random slice-of-life stuff), while pressing the story forward even a little, so please do watch out for it.
Any case, those are my updates for now. Yes, volume 16 is already in the works (I already written the Prologue, and heading to Chapter 1 as of writing). My target is to finish it by mid-March, should real life not interfere with my schedule. Oh yeah, I also passed my national assessment, so I qualify to teach in colleges and universities. This year might be busy for me...
Hans, when is the end of the Saint Series?
Yes, once I released V16, it's only four volumes more 'till the end. Again, as the author, I thank you my dear readers for staying with me! |
***
T
he railway line to the port city of the Mouth of Calabria…***
Upon realizing that they had one of the six demi-gods of Chersea and the Other Realms on the train, everyone (save the elves’ party) quickly knelt to give their respects. Nevertheless, the Elf Saint tried to put them at ease.
“Please don’t be so formal!” she told them, chuckling. “I went to the exhibits as a normal elf, not a saint.”
“Still, our apologies for not knowing,” the paladin captain replied. “Had we known that you are with us, we—or at least I—would have been more vigilant.”
“It’s fine! If anything, it’s me who should give apology since your companions were nearly killed because of me,” Lady Hinwe reassured her, “By the way, I haven’t introduced them yet. This is Meanor, my faithful servant in the tree palace. And the other elf is my guard, Gerard of Yusave.”
“Your Holiness,” Gerard finally spoke, “while I don’t object to you getting chummy with other people, remember that we’re not yet out of the danger. Please keep your hat back on your head!”
“Y-Y-Yes!” the Elf Saint, with the help of her maid, complied with her guard’s request.
“Sir Gerard!” the paladin captain saluted him with her sword, “Please allow us to join you in protecting Her Holiness!”
“Yeah, an extra hand is great,” then he turned to her companions, “But you have to look on your own. Aside from you, the other ladies don’t even know how to fight!”
“
Hey,
wait a second there, elf boy!” it was Salis, “I know you’re jumpy because Her Holiness the Elf Saint is in danger, but you can’t just talk down on us like that! We’re only surprised by those villains, but it won’t happen again.” Then, she pulled out a beastman knife from under her owl-wings, as well as small gun-like weapon, “If you want to try my strength, then I can show to you how deadly the beastfolks like me can become.”
“That’s a
derringer!
” Gerard blurted out.
“
Huh?
What are you saying?”
“
Err…
nothing,” the white-haired elf turned his gaze away, focusing on the other girls. “But how about these demons and the human girl? Can they even fight?”
“Tama can squish a human if she wants to!” the orc-girl flexed her muscles, before saying about Nari, “And Nari is a Tambara! She can transform into a powerful wolf!”
“Yeah, and I have to save your necks from being slashed by those villains earlier,” the elf guard pointed out.
“W-Well,
haha!
” Tama’lee scratched her head, “Tama was surprised, and she was restrained with magic, much like Nari, right?”
Nari nodded to back up the orc-girl’s claim.
“Alright then…”
“I may be a girl who loves make up and doing household chores,” Eris said when she noticed Gerard’s disbelieving eyes on her, “however, I must tell you Mister Elf, I can betray your low expectations of me.”
“…”
The white-haired elf glared at them for a few moments, but as he knew they were already involved with their predicament, he had no choice but to accept their help. He cocked his revolver once more and told them, “The port of the Mouth of Calabria is still hours away from our position. Since we already dragged you ladies into our mess, please stick with us to the end. And the most important, keep yourselves alive.”
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W
hen she was younger than her current self, Eris’ mother told her stories about the ‘beautiful elf saint’ who sent armies of her people to help the humans turn the tide of battle against the demon forces from the 11th Human-Demon War. As a child, it fascinated her at how the elves would come whenever men needed their help the most. And so, she formed an idea that the Elf Saint was some sort of a powerful and mystical protector of humankind.
Growing up, Eris also read books describing the benevolent and peaceful reign of the same saint—her life unusually prolonged by serving as Cherwoods’ demi-goddess, just like the other holy ladies. The praises for her written in those pages glowed in contrast to the then chaotic and bleak land of Chersea, a bloody battlefield of human kingdoms and their armies. In fact, if Eris remembered well, the Lady Madelaine was inspired by the steps taken by the Lady Hinwe to keep the elves united in her vision of a harmonious Cherwoods…along with the principles of the hero, Cassandra David.
And now…
“…”
She can’t believe that the time will come when she will see Her Holiness the Elf Saint in the flesh. As someone who is interested in history, meeting a person who witnessed the legends happen, and is a legend herself, is a blessing in itself.
Eris had a lot of question in her mind that she went speechless and confused, trying to find the right historical event to discuss, for she knew her time with the Elf Saint was not unlimited. Still, when she finally decided on the topic she would ask…
“Your Holiness,” it was Salis who beat her to it, “pardon me for my way of asking, for I will not mince words. Aren’t you the one who’s home is at the Saint’s Tree?”
The question surprised the Lady Hinwe, and Meanor was indignant at how the owl-girl put up her question. But, the Elf Saint implored her servant to remain calm, and answered, “Yes, it is my home.”
“Do you have someone there whose name is ‘Kuro of Arles’?” At that moment, the Lady Henristone heard them, and tried to stop Salis from talking rude.
However, Lady Hinwe didn’t mind and replied, “Yes, he is my adviser.”
The ladies from the palatial gardens dropped their pretense and gathered around the Elf Saint. Gerard, who was supposed to guard the wide open train car along with the Lady Henristone, called out to her, “
Oi,
we’re still not out of danger, paladin lady!”
But, the Lady Henristone dismissed his protests, and went back listening.
“Milady,”
Eris forgot what she was about to ask earlier, and shifted her focus on the Lord Kuro. “Pardon us for asking, but see, that man…the…L-Lord Kuro…”
“
Oh,
he’s really a human lord, then!” Lady Hinwe exclaimed.
“Also our eternal king,” Salis added.
“And our special scholar!” Tama’lee chirped in.
“Wait up and shut up!” the owl-girl rebuked the others. “Let Her Holiness answer our questions one by one! She doesn’t have a lot of time, you know?”
“Sorry…” the orc-girl could only say.
The Braunhauer duchess continued, “
Er…
Your Holiness, the Lord Kuro is…supposed to be dead.”
“Dead? How so?”
“Her Holiness the Lady Madelaine tells us so,” Salis told her, preempting Eris, who was about to narrate the story of the saints during the last days of Cherflammen. “The Beastman Saint, the Demon Saint and the Saint of the Flame also supported her statement.”
“Lady Seirna?” the elf’s eyes widened in surprise. “Now that’s a first! She always keeps to herself, and for her to get involved in a mortal’s business…
hmm…
”
“Milady,”
it was Meanor, “a statue and painting made by the Human Saint herself honoring the Lord Kuro of Arles is at the center of the exhibits.”
“I see…” Lady Hinwe nodded and closed her eyes, as if meditating on her memories. “This man sure is someone special,
huh?
”
The ladies of the Holy Palatial Gardens unanimously agreed to Her Holiness’ words. Salis then revealed to her, “Your Holiness, we are now on a mission to come to Cherwoods to see for ourselves whether this man who claims to be ‘Kuro of Arles’ is true. This is to prove—once and for all—that he is dead, and will stay dead.”
“Lady Salis!” the paladin captain lightly hit the owl-girl on the head,
“Mind your words!”
“Come on! I’m just saying the truth, and in a way that is easily understandable!”
Realizing their sentiments about him, the Elf Saint smiled and said, “Alright, then how about this? Why don’t you guys come with me to the Tree Palace and check him for yourselves?”
“Milady!”
this time, the elf-guard, Gerard, protested. “We can’t take additional souls to be protected!”
“I did not say you’d protect us, Mister Elf,” the Lady Henristone pointed out. “I thought it is already clear to you that we’re here to escort Her Holiness to safety, while we head to the Saint’s Tree as well, not the other way around.”
Gerard, however, stared only at his mistress, the Elf Saint, obviously passing the decision on her. The Lady Hinwe looked back at him, and though smiling, everyone could feel the tension emanating from the two. As they square off against each other, it prompted Nari to ask Meanor,
“Are they fighting?”
“L-Let’s say Gerard gets overzealous in protecting Her Holiness occasionally,”
the elf maid whispered back.
Nevertheless, the awkward atmosphere finally died down when Lady Hinwe confirmed her decision to allow the palatial garden ladies to come with them. Gerard had to back down; it was useless to go against the wishes of the Elf Saint, anyway.
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A
fter informing the train crew of what just transpired, the rest of the journey to their destination went uneventful. Though the group were offered a ‘change’ of carriage—since the windows were wrecked in the attack, there was a consensus between all of them that they were better off continuing to the Mouth of Calabria as soon as possible, than risk the dangers of switching cars. And like what they expected, the train arrived at the port just before the hour of the long sleep, though there was a little delay because of the incident (the train operator had to check the railroad-worthiness of the damaged car before continuing).
Because of this, their plan of securing the seats on the last ferry trip to Galad for the day was spurned. Only two spots were available by the time they came to the harbor, and the two guards of the group decided they stay in the Mouth of Calabria for the duration of the long sleep.
“So, where do you suggest we stay?” Gerard asked the Lady Henristone, as she’s the one who the city well.
“Tell me who’s after Her Holiness first,” she answered. “That way, we can coordinate our skills and connections to provide the best security for her.”
The elf guard fell silent for a few moments, before saying, “I guess those assassins got something to do with the guys at Her Holiness’ tree palace.”
“What do you mean?”
“Those crooks—I mean, the palace officials—wanted to control access to Her Holiness,” Gerard explained. “So, upon the advice of that human, Mister Kuro of Arles, she slipped away from her room, to prompt those people to move against her. I can’t say it’s the best idea, but I think nipping the bud before it grows is a good course of action. I’m just hoping that Mister Kuro’s plan will succeed, and when we return, the filth is already cleaned.”
Lady Henristone couldn’t help but chuckle, “That guy’s really stirring up trouble wherever he goes.”
“You seem to be fond of him,” the elf guard commented.
“I worked with Mister—no, the Lord Kuro,” the paladin guard’s eyes had a dreamy, yet poignant expression to it. “He may be a commoner, and his looks not that dashing compared to the knights of our old fairy tales, but he always gets the job done. And I like him for his heart; his determination to save everyone he can…I mean, I’m a paladin, so yeah, you know what I mean…”
“Oh…”
“It’s just a pity that he—a baron—won’t even consider working in my household!” Lady Henristone’s ‘reminiscing’ aura suddenly took a drastic turnaround. “I offered him higher pay, and even a chance to marry me! I’m the Duchess of Henristone, for goodness’ sake—one of the richest and most powerful ladies in the Eastern Confederacy!”
“Aren’t you humans marry up to five times?”
“I want him in my household; so meaning, he’s the one marrying into my house, not the other way around.”
“A-Alright,” seeing that the paladin was going off the topic, Gerard quickly changed it back, “Anyway, if my hunches are correct, we can be up against an organized band of contract killers in the payroll of those treacherous palace officials at the Saint’s Tree.”
“Riiigghhht,”
the Lady Henristone was surprised by his turnaround, yet she immediately recovered. “Since there’s no ship crossing the waters of the Eastern Approaches by this hour, waiting for the next one at the harbor will be dangerous to Her Holiness. I recommend we spend the long sleep at the nearby Holy Consulate to the east of this city. As I am the Captain of the Paladin Guards, the people there knew me, and they’d give accommodations.”
The elf, however, was apprehensive, “
Oh?
Wouldn’t that reveal to Her Holiness the Human Saint that our mistress is here?”
“
Hm? Why?
Is the Lady Hinwe trying to hide her presence from the other saints? I’m actually mulling the idea of sending for a reinforcement of two companies of the Paladin Guards.”
“No one’s supposed to know we’re here,” Gerard admitted. “That’s why Her Holiness the Elf Saint dropped by your exhibits unannounced. I just don’t know why she blew her cover earlier to your group.”
“Perhaps she trusts us?” Lady Henristone offered her explanation. “She can read our minds; she knew I am the captain of the paladin guards before I even spoke to her.”
Gerard heaved a sigh and walked back towards his companions, “Yeah, whatever. Just keep your ladies safe; I’ll protect Her Holiness and Lady Meanor.”
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T
he port city of the Mouth of Calabria was strategically placed at the tip of the northern landmass of mainland Chersea. Originally, it was a ‘gate city’—a fortified stronghold of the kingdom of Calabria in times of war, as the island kingdoms of Galad, Shent and Hareth had small armies and couldn’t be relied upon to defend themselves once an invasion army put up a determined offensive to capture those lands. However, in the time of the ‘Saint’s Peace’, the city grew into a bustling port city as she was now, because of its proximity to the border crossings to Equality (the land of the dwarves) and Cherwoods (the realm of the elves).
So, aside from the Calabrian capital of Sekhtem, the Holy Palatial Gardens maintained a consular office in that part of the eastern kingdom. The reason was simple; for easier processing of the papers of elves and dwarves trying to visit the Human Saint’s grand residence and cathedral. Of course, as the head of the security detail of Her Holiness the Lady Madelaine, Lady Sylvia Henristone was in-charge of providing the paladin guards for the consulate, and their group had no problems gaining access to the facility once they appeared at its gates.
“Lady Henristone, I bid you welcome!” the consul, an aristocrat named Lady Darabelle, Marquise of Curzon, herself greeted the new arrivals. “What brings you here to this part of Calabria at this hour?”
“Milady,”
the paladin captain curtsied, which was followed by her entourage, “we come from the Holy Palatial Gardens, on our way to the border crossing of Chersea and Cherwoods. My companions would like to seek accommodations for the long sleep before we travel to our destination tomorrow.”
“Ah!”
the consul exclaimed when she noticed the three elves behind the duchess. “
Erm…
forgive me for asking, but those elves are with you?”
“Yes,
milady,
but please don’t ask for their identities.”
“I…I see…” Lady Curzon forced out a smile, though she asked, “…if it’s alright—and I won’t force you to give me her name, that elf lady with a big hat, is she an Elf Lord?”
“You can say she’s someone like that, or something similar…”
“Oh…”
“Why?”
“Er…”
the consul then turned to one of the paladin guards nearby, “Can you please get their baggage and lead them to their rooms?” At once, the paladins followed her orders, before the Lady Curzon turned to Lady Henristone and whispered, “
Milady,
if it’s alright with you, can you and that elf lady talk to me for a moment?”
The paladin captain suspected something was amiss, so she glanced at the Elf Saint and her guard, “Lady Curzon, that elf guy with us is her guard. Can we bring him along?”
“
Oh?
Sure! I think he needs to know this since it’s pretty much about his mistress’ safety, after all.”
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T
he consul led the Duchess of Henristone, Lady Hinwe and Gerard to an inner room of the consulate office. One look at the area, and the three already made a conclusion that what the diplomat was about to tell them was something not meant for other ears. The Lady Curzon went past the two paladins guarding the hallway, knocked two times at the heavy oak door, and then entered.
“
Ah!
The paladins roused from my sleep—” The person inside stopped once she saw the newcomers, led by Lady Henristone. Likewise, the paladin captain smiled once she saw the individual who waited for them in that inner room.
“Lady Malvette!” she exclaimed, “I didn’t know you’re here!”
The former First Admiral of the Kingdom of Cherwind, as well as its current ambassador to Cherwoods, Lady Jeanne, Duchess of Malvette, rose from her seat and exchanged pleasantries with Lady Henristone. “Well, it’s a good thing you’re here,
milady,
” the Cherwind diplomat told her, “I think you should know…”
The paladin captain noticed that the Lady Malvette’s attention focused on the elves behind her. She tried to hide their identities by explaining, “They are guests from the exhibits, on their way back to Cherwoods.”
“
Oh,
my!” However, the ambassador quickly kneeled in front of the saint, “Pardon my rudeness, Your Holiness! I didn’t recognize you there!”
“Y-Your Holiness…?” Lady Curzon’s eyes fell on the elf with the enormous hat, “Y-You mean, t-this is the…”
“Yes,
milady,
” Lady Henristone shook her head, admitting to the identities of their elf guest. “My apologies for keeping it a secret; meet the Lady Hinwe Tal-Inwir, the Elf Saint of Cherwoods.”
The consul and the other paladins were in shock; they surely didn’t expect that the elf standing before them was the Elf Saint of Cherwoods herself. They immediately followed the Cherwind ambassador’s example, much to the amusement of Her Holiness and the regret of her guard, Gerard.
He looked at his mistress with a silent
‘I told you so’
expression on his face.
Lady Hinwe, for her part, reassured them, “It’s fine! I’m here as a normal elf; please don’t be so formal! And nice meeting you at this place, Lady Malvette! What are you doing here, anyway, far from your post?”
“
Milady,
it’s a good thing to see you safe in this consulate,” the Duchess of Malvette began. “I’m actually a guest of the Holy Ambassador to Cherwoods, the Lord Simeon, Duke of Gibbon, as we are forced to evacuate our offices near the city of the Saint’s Tree.”
“Why?” it was Gerard who asked, briefly forgetting his rank compared to the ladies inside the room, “I-I mean…why did you evacuate,
milady?
”
“I guess the news hasn’t arrived in the Holy Palatial Gardens yet?” Lady Malvette mused. “Well, it’s because there was a palace
coup d’état
in the Saint’s Tree, and the leader of the
coup
plotters, a man who calls himself ‘Kuro of Arles’, executed the palace officials and sent the ambassadors a written demand to leave Cherwoods within two long sleeps. I came with Lord Gibbon to report to Her Holiness the Human Saint that someone is using the name of the Lord Kuro to commit atrocities in the land of the elves.”
Shocked by the news, Lady Henristone, Lady Hinwe and Gerard exchanged stares, and the paladin captain decided to tell the Lady Malvette, “Milady, there’s…something I’d like you to know about the Lord Kuro…”
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***
T
he Saint’s Tree, Cherwoods***
With the opposition to his seizure of the tree palace complex gone, Kuro now turned his attention to bringing the elf cities under the Elf Saint’s control. It was not a mystery that Her Holiness the Elf Saint’s weakening god-powers were the consequence of her people dropping their support on her. A combination of the Lady Hinwe’s attitude towards sainthood, greedy palace officials and servants, and natural disaster melted the elves’ patience, and instead, they shifted their praises and worship to the other saints…most especially the Human Saint of Chersea.
This is like the biblical case of King Jeroboam fearing the people of Israel shifting their support from his kingship, if he allowed them to worship their God in Jerusalem, as is their custom. Though in this case, it is only a matter of time before everyone turns their backs on the Elf Saint…
His solution? Close off the border crossings between Cherwoods and the other realms, starting with the expulsion of the diplomats. Once the envoys were gone, the pilgrimage of the elves to the other saints would become considerably difficult, as no one would be there to process their papers to cross the borders, discouraging them from going to the other worlds for their ‘religious needs’.
Kuro doesn’t like forcing anyone to abide by his goals. It sickens him, enough to feel like vomiting. However, this is an emergency; if he doesn’t step up, Cherwoods will certainly end, along with its people.
“…”
Uh, this should be a temporary arrangement. Once the Lady Hinwe returns, hopefully, everything will be back to normal.
And, of course, he had to put some focus on the irrigation network. While restoring the Elf Saint’s god-powers was his primary goal, Kuro knew of the dangers of being the lone human amidst a land populated by another race. So he had to make sure that the grand project for bringing water supply into the frontiers of Cherwoods was constructed. Not only would this appease the anger of the elves towards their ‘non-ruling’ saint, it would also ensure that their support for her would return. However, for this to happen, he needed the approval of Her Holiness herself.
“…”
Speaking of the Elf Saint, it’s been several long sleeps since the Lady Hinwe went to Chersea with her maid and her guard. And their agreement says she will only go there to see the rumors of a grand exhibit, maybe buy some stuff, then return as quickly as she can.
“…”
With time going against his plans, Kuro had to act fast. He called the captain of the Elf Saint’s Life Guards and asked, “Sir Eldarv, do we have spies at our disposal?”
“Sire, while Her Holiness disagrees dealing with dishonest people, we can get some individuals to do your bidding. For a price, of course.”
“Right,” the human handed him a folded paper, sealed with the signet ring of the Elf Saint. “I want you to hire some of them. My instructions are inside that letter.”
“Yes, good sire. Consider it done,” the captain bowed and made his way to the door.
However, Kuro called out to him, “Sir Eldarv, we may have removed some of the causes of the problem of your people, but we’re still not out of the danger. I implore you to hurry, for we haven’t got a lot of time in our hands. Her Holiness needs to wake up soon…if not, then your people should consider a new saint to rule over them, or this land will end.”
Sir Eldarv said nothing, but the words of the Elf Saint’s human adviser resonated within his heart. Deep inside, he was of the same opinion—as were the others in the Life Guards, that’s why they threw their lots on him, even though he was from a different race. Her Holiness the Lady Hinwe Tal-Inwir had to step up to protect her people, or they should remove her as their saint.
“…”
Personally, Sir Eldarv couldn’t wait for Her Holiness; the encroaching sands were threatening the frontiers at an alarming rate. Cities in those areas were being depopulated, with elves migrating towards the shores of Cherwoods faster than the coastal settlements could adapt. Food supplies dwindling. Conflicts between the old residents and the migrants erupting. Someone more ‘active’ must take charge now. And they—as the Life Guards of the Elf Saint—had the power to bring forth the elves’ salvation…
And for that to happen, the Lady Hinwe must die. |
***
T
he Saint’s Tree***
“We want the saint! Show her to us!”
“We demand help with our food!”
“Have mercy and shame! Our people is dying of hunger!”
The soldiers of the Elf Saint’s Life Guards stood in line, their shields raised to support the barricades they erected so they could block a column of elvish mobs trying to get to the main gate of the Saint’s Tree palace complex. While they remained resolute, the repeated insults, chants and teasing thrown at them by the angry crowds increased the tension at the borders they were protecting. Every outsider observing the events at that place were anxious; they knew the situation could go south at any moment…
When the elvish mobs reached the barricades, they stopped. Then, a few of their leaders gave speeches, all were provocative and critical of the ‘incompetent rule’ of their current saint.
“What do we want?”
one of the leading protestors shouted.
“Down with Lady Hinwe!”
the crowds bellowed in chorus.
Another leader screamed,
“We want a new saint!”
“We want a new saint!”
the people followed, raising their clenched fists in the air.
“If those calloused pricks inside the palace won’t listen to our pleas for help and will keep hiding Lady Hinwe, then we’ll combine our strengths to crash through this shield and vine walls!”
“Yeeeessss!!!”
“And we’ll drag out Her Holiness! We’ll serve her justice for her incompetence!”
“Yeeeeeeeeessssssss!!! Justiiiiiiccccceeee!!!”
“Who’s with me? Who’s tired of this farce? The Saint won’t protect us! We’ll be the ones to protect ourselves!”
the speaker then gestured for everyone to follow him, as he started hacking the barricades, trying to chop the vines ‘erected’ with the Life Guards’ magic.
“Yaaaaaaaaarrrrrrggghhh!!!”
Encouraged by the brave display of one of their leaders, the agitated crowd followed his example and brought out their farming implements—scythes, rakes, pitchforks…everyone hacked their way towards the shield bearers standing on the other side of the vine obstacles. Others who couldn’t reach the barricades because of the relatively narrow pathways picked up stones, pieces of wood and other projectiles, and flung those to the Life Guards. The Elf Saint’s soldiers stood their ground, with their magicians casting magic barrier to keep their lines protected.
Some of the angry elves cast fire magic in an effort to burn the plant obstacles. Soon, the chaos worsened by the thick black smoke rising from the flaming vines.
“…”
The commander of that detachment of Life Guards watched from his spot, as the people kept on provoking his soldiers. Though his face remained unperturbed, deep inside, he was anxious of what he was witnessing. He was weighing his options; a move too early could end in an avoidable tragedy, while taking action too late and they could end up with unstoppable events.
A soldier from the frontlines came to him, “Lord Ashen, the company leaders are requesting for them to engage the crowd.”
“Their swords will remain in their sheaths,” the commander reiterated. “Our orders from the Saint’s Tree are absolute. We will not spill our people’s blood in this hallowed ground, unless we’re attacked with deadly force.”
“Milord,”
another soldier suggested, “How about we position the archers behind the shield-bearers, bows ready and arrows drawn?”
“Yes, we can do that. Send in for the archers!”
At once, the Life Guards deployed their archers a few distances behind the shield-bearers. Orders were distributed, instructing them to ready their ranged weapons, but never shooting their lethal projectiles unless the mobs breached the shield-bearers’ line.
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“
L
et’s storm the palace!” That was the call that rang across the mobs of elves demanding their pleas be heard by the Saint. Because they hacked and burned the vine barricades meant to stop them, soon they swarmed the shield wall of the Life Guards. As the leaders never wanted violence to happen in the holy ground of the Saint’s Palace, they asked the crowd to throw down their farming tools…
It can be difficult for those to be mistaken for deadly weapons. They’re up against the elite Life Guards of the Elf Saint, after all.
However, letting go of their scythes, rakes, and pitchforks didn’t mean they’d give up on their demands. With their bare hands, they fought back against the shield-bearers.
“My brothers! My sisters! We’re about to reach the gates of Her Holiness’ palace! Victory is near! Push!”
“Puuuuuuusssshhh!!!”
The elf mobs unified their strength in an effort to ‘break’ the final obstacle on their way to the Saint’s Tree itself. Likewise, the shield-bearers were reinforced by their comrades, pushing from their backs so that the first line wouldn’t collapse. Bodies pressing, shields and hands pushing, and screams of those getting crushed by the tussling could be heard.
“I-I ca-can’t breaatthhe…”
“You’re stepping on him!”
“Why are you doing this? You’re also elves! Why do you protect a lazy tyrant?”
The company leaders of the Life Guards were also agitated by now. They repeatedly sent for guidance from their commander, but he was indecisive. Aside from the protesters, some of the soldiers were also injured, mostly from near-suffocation because of the push of the crowd. Just as they deliberated on whether they’d draw their swords…
“!!!”
A series of small explosions echoed through the chaos, and caused the mayhem to halt, at least temporarily. Everyone’s eyes turned towards a column of soldiers and servants arriving from the Saint’s Tree, escorting several carts filled with food, wine and other provisions. Leading them was the overall commander of the Life Guards, their captain, the Lord Sir Eldarv.
“In the name of Her Holiness the Saint Lady Hinwe Tal-Inwir, we appeal to the wisdom of our brothers and sisters who have traveled far to this place to air their demands,” the captain of the Life Guards began. “We don’t want bloodshed in this hallowed ground. Please listen to us first!”
“We’ve been calling out to your mistress for long…” one of the mobs’ leaders replied. “She won’t listen to us!”
“As the captain of the Life Guards, I understand your plight,” Sir Eldarv told him. “However, I’m still a loyal elf to the Saint, so I stand opposite you. For now, we ask that you accept our gifts and desist from your attempts to enter the Saint’s Tree.”
“We don’t need those! We want Her Holiness to listen to—”
The elf captain never let the mob leader finish his words. He raised his hand, gesturing for him to stop, and immediately revealed to everyone what was in his mind, “I said I’m loyal to the Saint, not to the Lady Hinwe Tal-Inwir. Whoever is competent to help you—our brothers and sisters—in your plight about the advancing sands will have my sword and bow. And I speak for my soldiers as well.”
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T
he steam ship ‘Hagena’***
Traversing the border crossing itself from the portal of Chersea to Cherwoods took seven hours, during which, the crews of ‘Hagena’ and ‘Duke of Shent’ up-armored the ships using spare wooden planks. The Lady Henristone and Lady Malvette were relieved that the elves were equipped with antiquated bows and arrows, and not the ‘bolt-heater’ guns of most human armies, demon militaries, and beastmen forces. Also, their wooden galleys were mostly unarmed, save for huge ballistae on each of their ships’ bows—serving as harpoons, and used for boarding actions during naval confrontations.
Salis, as for her duty as the scout for the two-ship flotilla, took flight around five hours into the journey inside the crossing. Gerard and the Lady Malvette gave her specific instructions to note the numbers of the elves’ galleys, its positions, and the number of soldiers on each ship (as well as their equipment). She went back after an hour and a half, with a rough sketch of the area where the elvish fleet was docked.
“I see…” the elf guard studied Salis’ drawing, and compared it to the map of Cherwoods available. “So if the scout report is accurate, the elvish fleet is docked at this part of the elvish realm, at the Tenedrim lagoon, also serving as the Gulf of Cherwoods’ westernmost border.”
“Anything we need to take note at that area?” the Lady Malvette asked.
“Well, the fleet must’ve anchored there because there are several settlements nearby where they can re-provision their ship,” Gerard mused. “A sandbar ran from the east to west, with a single depression near the middle that serves at the ‘gateway’ to the lagoon. However, we can’t possibly move the steam ships there; the elf galleys have flat hulls, while our vessels got a rudder at the bottom that would surely hit the sandbar.”
“Yes, I agree with your observation, Sir Gerard,” the former admiral of Cherwind backed him. “But, in case they try to intercept us, we can shoot them with our cannons from afar.”
“True. Just don’t let them get near and board the ships,” the elf guard reminded the crews. “It can get ugly as Lady Salis’ report shows a full complement of elvish seafarers on each ship.”
“How many elves are we going to fight in case it gets ugly?”
“
Milady,
we’re talking of a force of about 200 elves per ship, as the galleys have 50 pairs of oars each, 25 on both sides. And each of those paddles are manned by two sailors. The remaining 100 elves serve as the ‘boarding party’.”
“How about the ship numbers?”
“About 20.”
Lady Malvette smirked, “We’re outnumbered.”
“Well, we’re hoping we can get to pass through diplomacy,” Gerard pointed out. “I think there’s a misunderstanding with the conduct of Mister Kuro on getting rid of the palace officials’ influence from the Saint’s Tree. I’ll try to talk to my comrades. Besides, why would the elves wholeheartedly follow him? He’s just a human.”
Awkward silence. The elf guard suddenly realized he must’ve struck some nerves by saying those, but…
…the Lady Henristone sought to break the tension, as it might be detrimental to the morale of everyone going to battle. “Th-The Lord Kuro can be persuasive,” she pointed out.
“
Ugh…
t-true. We won’t even be here if he did not convince us of his schemes,” the elf guard massaged his head, as if he’s having a headache. “But yes, if the push comes to the shove, our best chances of surviving this are the steam engines—which can outrun the elvish fleet easily; and the cannons—where we can sink their ship from a distance.”
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E
veryone in the ships knew they were finally out of the crossing when the bright azure sky replaced the grey, murky environment they were subject to for seven hours. At the horizon, the seas stretched as far as their eyes could see, and there were a few small ripples on the surface of the water, brought about by the gentle Cherwoods breeze blowing from the south.
“…”
The crews and their passenger, however, couldn’t enjoy the scenery. About fifteen minutes before they came out of the Cherwoods portal, everyone not needed on the ship bridges was ordered below the decks. Gun ports closed, and the people assigned to chant magic barrier spells activated it.
“…”
But, what greeted them was complete silence. The captain of ‘Hagena’ sent a man to his ship’s crow’s nest to look for any silhouette on the horizon.
“Galleys sighted 40 degrees to the east! Distance, about 65 leagues,” the crewman called out. “They are flying the flag of Her Holiness the Elf Saint!”
Gerard, who stood beside the captain of Hagena at the bridge, muttered, “That is the naval fleet of the Saint’s Tree. Let’s try to approach them.”
The captain nodded and set course for the direction the man at the crow’s nest told them. For good measure, they had him go down to the relative safety of the boarded-up bridge. As the Hagena and Duke of Shent steamed to the elvish fleet, all of them could feel the air of tension. No one was sure of what could happen next.
After all, no one among their group wants to fight anyone, until they are forced to do so…
Then, the flotilla arrived at the Tenedrim lagoon, where they were immediately surrounded by the galleys. On its decks were the elvish soldiers, showing their bows and arrows, in an attempt to intimidate the Chersean ships.
“Hagena and Duke of Shent!” the elvish commander called out from his flagship, identified by the flag of the Saint’s Tree. “We see no identification on your vessels, of whose Chersean kingdom you belong. We implore you, as the representatives of Her Holiness the Elf Saint, to turn back to your realm. Cherwoods is closed for anyone at the moment, and we wish to spare your lives.”
The Lady Margaret Jeanne of Malvette, who was also with Gerard and the captain of Hagena at the bridge, tried to talk to the elf commander. However, Gerard quickly stopped her.
“
Milady,
please allow me to speak for our group,” he whispered, even though the elves were of considerable distance from their spot. “As you are the ambassador of the Kingdom of Cherwind to Cherwoods, a diplomatic incident may ensue once my comrades learned that you are helping us…I mean, me. Please stand back.”
“A-Alright,” the former admiral agreed.
Gerard then stood from his hiding place and came out of the bridge, to the bow of Hagena. “Greetings, my brothers and sisters!”
“Whoa! An elf!”
someone among the soldiers in the galley decks cried out.
“Who are you, brother?” the commander of the elvish fleet asked.
“You must be the captain of the Life Guards’ naval fleet, Lord Ninier of Dorian,” Gerard replied. “
Milord,
you may have forgotten me, but I am Gerard of Yusave, a fellow Life Guards in service of Her Holiness the Elf Saint!”
“
Oh?
So you’re a member of the Life Guards too!”
“Yes,
milord.
Currently, I’m on an errand; I request safe passage from you, to allow us to dock at the Saint’s Tree.”
“What for?” the Lord Ninier raised an eyebrow. “There’s no instruction from the Saint’s Tree to allow exceptions, even if they are members of the Life Guards.”
“It’s…” Gerard could feel his stomach turn. Deep inside, he was searching for an alibi, as he did not expect such orders to his comrades. “Milord, it’s classified information.”
“Then, by whose authority you’re responsible with, should we allow you to pass?”
The elf guard was dumbfounded. He knew that he couldn’t tell them that he’s from Her Holiness the Elf Saint’s company, or he’d drop her hiding location to her possible killers. And he couldn’t make up names, for the Life Guards were only answerable to the holy lady of the elves.
“Sir Gerard!” the commander of the fleet called out to him once again. “We find your prolonged silence suspicious! Please show us your proof of being a member of the Life Guards!”
At once, the elf guard showed them his dagger, given to him by Her Holiness the Lady Hinwe herself when he became her security detail. The Lord Ninier, possessing the elf trait of sharp eyes, said, “Indeed, that is a proof of being a member of Her Holiness’ guards.”
Gerard sighed with relief.
However, the Lord Ninier wasn’t done yet, “But that dagger is given to the old, veteran members of the Guards, not to someone new, like you! Don’t play jokes on me, Sir Gerard! Who are you? Where did you get that dagger? I know very well the names of my old comrades and friends in the service of Her Holiness, so you can’t tell me I forgot about you!”
Upon hearing those, the elves immediately put arrows on their bows, and pulled its strings, ready to fire on their commander’s order. The elf guard froze in shock, as the negotiations collapsed. He even forgot he had his weapons with him.
“!!!”
At that moment, Gerard happened to glance at the bridge, where he saw the Lady Malvette and the captain of Hagena looking at him through a small hole. Gerard’s lips drew a nasty smirk, and he muttered, “
Fuck,
this is it.”
The Lady Malvette sprang from her hiding spot, reached for the speaking tube of the bridge, and bellowed, “All hands, diplomacy down! Fire at will!”
The magic barriers enveloping the ships disappeared, and from its gun ports, came out the cannons, blasting its red hot round shots meant to burn the wooden elvish galleys. Though the elves had already pointed their arrows on the two ships, they were still taken by surprise, mainly because they thought ‘Hagena’ and ‘Duke of Shent’ were merely unarmed human trade ships.
Gerard’s small flotilla immediately drew first blood with five elvish galleys blazing.
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A
t once, when the talks broke down, the ‘Hagena’ and ‘Duke of Shent’ dashed back to the open waters. As the galleys had already surrounded them, the steam ships were left with no option other than to ram those that blocked their paths. The resulting action destroyed three more elvish vessels, in addition to the earlier burning of five unfortunate elvish ships; those that were victims of the ‘sea crash’ literally disintegrated like matchsticks in minutes.
However, the elves wouldn’t back down. During the times the magic barriers were lifted so the gunners could fire their cannons, they hit back with flaming arrows, aimed at the open gun ports. This was where the makeshift wooden ‘armors’ came to work; the arrows were stopped by the thickness of the planks, and the crews extinguished the fire with their water spells.
For his part, Gerard was back in his senses. While the ship maneuvers were left to Lady Admiral Malvette’s charge, and the cannon fire to the ship lieutenants, the elf guard handled the operation of the artillery gun on the stern of the ‘Hagena’, shooting at the galleys pursuing them when he had the chance.
In that manner, he killed scores of elves because he was using grapeshots in an effort to shred the enemy crews, and disrupt their chase.
“!!!”
But the elves quickly saw that they were outgunned and outpaced by the Chersean ships, as the engineers below its decks worked the steam engines like there’s no tomorrow. So, to slow the offending vessels, their magicians cast ice magic on the water causing it to gradually freeze. At first, the seamen in the steam ships fought back with negating spells, causing them to abandon the magic shields. The responsibility of casting the barriers then fell on some of the gunner crews, reducing the gunfire from the ‘Hagena’ and ‘Duke of Shent’.
When there were abandoned cannons, the Lady of Henristone took with her Tama’lee and Nari, then assigned Eris, Salis and the Lady Malvette on the other silent gun. They were the ones who kept the rest of the cannons going.
“Eris, hand me the round shot!”
as someone who had a background on military matters, the Lady Malvette took charge of their artillery. The Duchess of Braunhauer, though she had no experience of participating in actual battles until now, disregarded her ‘noble’ dress, and passed ammunition to Salis, who had enough strength to carry and load the cannon by its muzzle.
“Fire!”
the Lady Henristone would shout, keeping the usually ‘laid-back’ Tama’lee and the shy Nari on the edge. This, in turn, made the two demon ladies keep up the pace of fire, ignoring the flaming arrows peppering their gun port’s makeshift wooden armors. Just like in the Lady Malvette’s group, the one with the military experience gave commands (the Duchess of Henristone); the ‘weakest’ (Nari) sorted the ammunition, black powder and wadding, to be passed on the ‘strongest’ member (Tama’lee) so she could load the gun.
The pursuit and exchange of fire continued for several more minutes, and the elves lost around 12 galleys by then. Still, they persisted, bringing in fresh reinforcements coming from the mainland Cherwoods. Gerard, from his position on the bow deck of ‘Hagena’, thought his enemies were endless. But, he kept on his barrage, so that the cannon eventually broke down, and he had to resort to his ‘bolt-heater’ revolver to take potshots at elvish crews.
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T
he attempt to shake off their pursuers caused the steam ships’ engines to run to its very limit. As the engineers and their crewmen poured more and more fuel to make the seacrafts run faster, soon it was obvious that the machines were about to go bust. The elvish efforts to slow them by casting ice magic on water worsened their situation; the crew fighting back with negating magic were exhausted. The ones keeping up the barriers were also on their last legs.
And, while the steel/iron-mithril alloy hulls of the steam ships broke through the thinner ice sheets, soon, the ‘Hagena’ and ‘Duke of Shent’ were trapped in thick ice.
“Sir Gerard,” the captain of the ‘Hagena’ shouted. “We can’t move anymore! The ice is too thick, and would crush the hull if we don’t do something to free it!”
“Fuck!”
the elf guard exclaimed. He looked at the galleys on their backs. The determination of the Life Guards to capture them could be heard in their rowers’ shouts, accompanied by the sound of drums counting their moves so they won’t easily get tired. At the decks, lines of elvish warriors shooting at him with their flaming arrows pushed him to hide himself, so he could avoid the accurate fire.
He surmised that it is only a few minutes for them to reach their ice-bound flotilla.
“…”
From his right side, he could see the crewmembers of the ‘Duke of Shent’ stand by the deck of their ship, with the leading men holding up makeshift wooden planks for armor. Behind each of them were their fellow seamen, armed with ‘bolt-heater’ rifles, and swords for when the fight came up close and personal. There were still sporadic fire from the gun ports below, but the elf guard knew that both vessels were about to run out of black powder for cannons soon.
Encouraged by the sight, Gerard pulled out his sword and ‘bolt-heater’ revolver, making sure that it was cocked and loaded. “Call the others and chant a fire spell to melt this ice!” he ordered the captain of ‘Hagena’, pointing towards the elvish galleys sailing near their location. “I’ll distract these
fuckers!
”
The captain nodded and shouted orders through the speaking tube. Gerard waited for the leading galleys to come the nearest jumping distance, stepped on the railings on the ship’s deck, and…
“
Oi!
What are you doing?”
“!!!”
The elf guard stopped in his tracks when he heard familiar voices call out to him. Turning around, he saw the ladies from the Holy Palatial Gardens appear on the deck, rushing towards his direction. Their faces blackened with soot, and their fancy dresses wrecked by the firing of the artillery. “What the
fuck
are you guys doing here?” he countered. “It’s dangerous; go back below!”
“Same goes for you, Sir Gerard!” Eris told him. “Are you thinking of jumping in those galleys and fighting the elves alone?”
“It’s not your
damn
business, Miss Braunhauer!”
“It is our business!” Lady Henristone insisted. “You keep on pushing us away, even as we offer our help to you!”
“I…” Gerard bellowed as a salvo of raking fire from their ships tore through the air. “I don’t need it! Go down, paladin lady! Take the others with you,
for god’s sake!
”
“Tama will come after Sir Gerard if he jumps into the water!” the orc-girl declared.
“Shut up, Tama’lee! I
fucking
told you I don’t need anyone’s help!”
“You’re the one who needs to shut up!” the Duchess of Braunhauer screamed. “Why do you keep on doing this? Why do you keep on putting yourself in danger? It’s hurting us already, you know?”
At that moment, Gerard was taken aback. It’s as if the sounds of battle slowly disappeared around him; his only focus was on the ladies trying to get him to safety. “You…why do you…”
“Please…” there were tears in Eris’ eyes. “D-Don’t do this anymore…stop…”
The elf guard looked at everyone’s faces. Much to his surprise, there was no hint of anger in them; yet, they had the same expressions in their eyes. That of Sadness. That of longing. And that of love. Gerard was speechless, his heart wavered, and he fell to his knees.
“Hey,
asshole!
”
“!!!” Gerard turned towards the owner of the voice; it was the owl-girl, Salis, emerging from the lower decks and walking to his spot. On her hand was the
‘derringer’
gun for her personal defense, aimed at him.
“Let me ask you,” she slowly drew near the elf guard, never lowering her weapon. “Do you wish to die?”
“Wh-What are you—”
“I’m asking you, do you wish to die?”
“I…”
“Do you really wish to die?” Salis shouted with all her heart, never bothering on the tears falling on her cheeks, and her contorted face, trying to stop herself from crying. “Answer me, Kuro of Arles!” |
B
y the end of the second week before the opening of the expositions, distinguished guests from the three races started to arrive at the Holy Palatial Gardens. The first to come was the contingent from Cherwind, led by the Beastman Queen, Ursura of the Beastmen. She was accompanied by her ministers—most of whom were former ‘Orphaned’ tribe members, her earliest friends and supporters. Also, with them were the esteemed directress of the Royal Academy of Cherwind and the famed inventor of the ‘steam engine’, Lady Salis of the Owls, the former Chersean noble and current First Admiral of the Cherwind Royal Fleet, Jean Margarette Malvette, and the governor of the Avinus Isles, Lady Ghislaine of the Eagles.
“It’s been a while, Your Holiness!” Queen Ursura greeted the moment she got down from the carriage that brought them to the Holy Palatial Gardens.
“Greetings, Beastman Queen!” Maddie reciprocated the gesture, “Though I wouldn’t say that ‘it’s been a while’; a month since your last visit isn’t that long.”
“True, but…” the Beastman Queen looked at the surrounding people, and when she made sure that everyone present were those close to her…
“
Ah, fuck it!
I’m dropping the formal pleasantries; it doesn’t fit me, Lady Maddie!”
Maddie and her entourage were laughing, “It’s fine, Lady Ursura!”
“Just Ursura is fine!” the queen replied, “It’s not like we’re not close, you know?”
“Then I suggest you also call me Maddie—”
“No can do,
milady!
You’re the saint, I’m just a queen.”
They both exchanged laughs and jokes, before they went back to the matter at hand, “Any case, U-Ursura,
erm…
you’ll be staying at the Golden Horn guest building, along with your companions. I also asked my carpenters to build a temporary nest for the Lady Ghislaine.”
“Great! The orphans and I are already exhausted from the long train travel,” the Beastman Queen did some stretches, “And I’m sure the Lady Salis would like to get back to her weird
shit,
so it’s right on timing.”
Everyone’s attention fell on the silver-haired owl-lady standing behind the Beastman delegation; her unwavering eyes never left the device she was tinkering with. It was only when the Chief Royal Scientist of Cherwind noticed that it was all quiet around her that she realized she was the object of the conversation.
“What?” the owl-lady asked, a bit irritated.
“Nothing,” the Beastman Queen chuckled, “we’re just talking about how dedicated you are with your…
erm…
stuff.”
“I’m a genius,” Salis countered. “I’ve got no time listening to the talk of
idiots.
”
“Why you—”
“It’s fine, Ursura!” the Human Saint stopped the bear-woman. “It’s not like we’re not used to how sharp Lady Salis’ tongue is.”
“
Heh,
at least you can learn a thing or two with Her Holiness, Your Majesty,” the owl-lady was sardonic. “And I even requested that I be left back in Cherwind. Geniuses have no time for social events like this.”
“Just say that you get tired easily talking to people,” it was the Chief of the General Staff of Cherwind, Lady Rumia of the Dogs. She entered the conversation by ruffling and tussling with Salis’ hair, much to the latter’s annoyance. “And come on, Lady Salis! Stop with your ‘genius’ stuff; take a break and let’s play around for the meantime!”
“I agree with the dog-lady. Well, treat this as a break from the train journey from Malvette,” Maddie led them back to the topic. “Please follow my servants; they’ll attend to your needs.”
“
Ah!
Finally, can I request that I be given an isolated room?” Salis asked. “If possible, far from the dogs’ room.”
“Riiiight…”
Maddie called a servant and ordered her to show the Beastman delegation the way to their accommodation.
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T
he demon leaders were the second to arrive, with the demon king-president Hurion Devras IV bringing his entourage of servants and cabinet ministers, as well as their children, like the famed historian and engineer, Lady Srexe of the Goblins, renowned chef Lady Nari Tambara, and the well-known state scientist, Lady Tama’lee of the Orcs.
“Just as usual, this place is grand!”
“I’m glad that you liked my place, Lady Baraquiel!” Maddie welcomed the demon delegation with more formality than the earlier party.
“Well, I’d say it’s so-so,” the leader of that group, the demon king-president, Lord Hurion Devras, commented.
“So-so?” it was the Lady Srexe, who was equally impressed as her engineer mother. “I don’t know what eyes you have, Your Excellency, but for sure, those pair of eyeballs in your skull sockets are blind.”
“
Ah?
Is someone speaking to me?” Lord Hurion feigned his blindness. “Is some little squirt telling me that I’m blind?”
“
Hah?
What little squirt? At least it’s better than being blind!”
The two quickly became locked in a tense battle of insults while their companions watched them with amusement. Lady Baraquiel whispered to the Human Saint, “I apologize for these two…”
“No worries,” Maddie chuckled, “I can see that they are really close.”
“Then you’re the one who must be truly blind, Your Holiness!” Lord Hurion snapped at her. “I’m not even friends with this green dwarf!”
“For someone whose breasts are small and hidden, you sure have a sharp tongue, Lord Hurion,” Maddie countered.
“Wha—What are you talking about?” the demon king-president was incensed. He began to unbutton his dress, “Let me show you—”
“Aah!”
Lady Nari Tambara and Lady Baraquiel were quick to stop him. “You’re breaking character, Lord Hurion! Remember that you’re a boy! A boy!”
“I’m going to show this lascivious saint that I also got the bombs—”
“You can’t! Boys don’t have big breasts!”
“If you call that big,” Maddie continued on her offensive, flashing a ‘smile of pity’ on him and emphasizing on her chest, “then mine must be leviathan! A fulfilled dream for every man out the—
gueh!
”
Everyone stopped when the Head Maid of the Holy Palatial Gardens, Lily, finally showed up with her usual prim and proper demeanor and hit the Human Saint to stop her from embarrassing herself. She was smiling; however, they could feel the intense pressure oozing out from her, telling them to cease their
stupid
talk, “Pardon me, dear guests, but word reached me that there’s a perverted saint who escalated the trouble here.”
“
Ahehehe…
sorry Lily,” the Human Saint was quick to bow before her. “Please spare us of your wrath.”
However, the Head Maid won’t listen. She brought out a whip and stared down at her mistress, “Your Holiness, I allowed you to be in the welcoming party because you asked me to. But, seeing that you’re stirring up trouble, you must be punished.”
“
Ah…
please be gentle, Lily,” was all Maddie could say.
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A
nd the last to grace their presence at the Holy Palatial Gardens were the human kings and queens themselves, starting from the Queen Jessica of Amaranth, Emperor Jean of the Empire of Chersea, King Simon II of Nerfes, Duke Marcus Albert Sidney of the Duchy of Rubinforth (the Human Saint’s father) along with his other children, Sophia and William, Sir Chancellor Dane Bellingstein of Calabrian Kingdom, and the half-dwarf Prince of the City-State of Stadtsberg, Lord Giuseppe Uhrian. They all arrived by the third and fourth weeks before the start of the expositions…
“
Ooh!
You mean there’s a lot of wine stored in my room, Your Holiness?” the half-dwarf prince exclaimed upon learning the ‘features’ of his accommodation.
“Yes,
milord,
” the Human Saint confirmed. “I and my servants made sure that each room we’re assigning you is tailored to your liking.”
“Ahem,”
it was the Chancellor Bellingstein, “So that means…”
“No, Lord Chancellor, that’s the one thing we can’t permit here,” Maddie replied with a smile, though a sardonic one, “I forbid prostitutes inside my holy grounds.”
“R-Right…my bad, Your Holiness…” the Chancellor of Calabria then went away with the half-dwarf prince, his shoulders drooping. The only one that remained with her was her father, Duke Marcus Albert Sidney.
“Anyway, Your Holiness—”
“
Pa,
please don’t be so formal around your daughter.”
“A-Alright,
ahem…
” the Duke of Rubinforth cleared his throat before continuing, “Maddie, so that means, my room’s got a lot of books, no?”
“Of course, Paps!” Maddie smiled, “And Sophia’s got a lot of cushions, and for William, I had his and your rooms near the library building.”
“I-I see…”
“And no perverted books, yes.”
“Uh…”
“Well, I know men will be men, so I sent a messenger to Arles about allowing you to access their libraries for the duration of your stay,
milords,
” the Human Saint revealed. “Of course, there’s a collection of those…
uhm, you know what,
in there…”
“Yes, Her Holiness knows because she’s a regular there,” Lily added.
“Lily!” Maddie protested, “Please stop telling them that! I don’t even read the HHM, Laidboy and Haxim magazines!”
“
Heh,
I didn’t even say you’re reading those,” the Head Maid threw a sly look, “I just told them you’re a regular in the Arles library.”
“And for someone who ‘doesn’t read perverted stuff’,” the duke backed Lily, “you sure know its titles.”
By that moment, Maddie’s face was beet red, “Papa…”
“Alright!” the Duke of Rubinforth laughed, but deep inside, he was embarrassed, “Just don’t go overboard, Maddie, my holy daughter! And since His Majesty the King of Nerfes is already here with us, please consider his offer of marriage.”
“I will, Papa,” the Human Saint smiled. “Though I’d really like to think more about it, as Simon loved Ja—”
Maddie stopped short of saying the Nerfes ruler’s love, just as Lily pinched her.
“Simon loves who?” the duke asked.
“N-Nothing…I’ll talk to Simon about it.”
“Great! I want lots of grandkids, by the way! And please, with normal-sized bosoms, if you will, so they can approach their grandfather.”
“Hah?”
“Forget what I said,” masking his retreat with a hearty laugh, the duke then went with a servant to his room and left the Human Saint with the Head Maid.
“You sure take after your father, Maddie,” Lily commented. “Both of you are subtle perverts.”
“I learned from the best. What else?”
“Sure.”
And with that, it was only less than a week remaining before the grand opening of the exhibits, so all preparations were in full-swing, and everyone was busy.
It will be the pinnacle of what a unified group of humans, beastmen and demon folk can accomplish…
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S
omewhere in Cherwoods…***
Although the land of the elves was a world filled with mighty, ancient trees, and thick shrubs on most of its ground, a few elvish cities could still be found, slowly expanding on the clearings the inhabitants themselves had made. The elves, while they learned how to co-exist with the nature that surrounded them, still couldn’t resist the wonders brought about by agriculture. Not only did it permit them to settle in the safety of their forest towns and villages, agriculture—originally a human ‘invention’ from eons ago—helped them augment their food supplies, half of which came from the trees they protect and nurture.
And vital to this was the god-power vested in their demi-goddess, the Elf Saint. Since the end of the Lord Gaius’ reign in the heavens, the elves had to rely on their holy maiden to bring forth a bountiful harvest in their community farms, and keep the forests alive with her ‘water golems’: those giant creatures that Her Holiness created to supply water to every known corner of Cherwoods.
However, such an arrangement was the norm way back in the past. Nowadays, for some reason, the water golems died out, and the Elf Saint decided to seclude herself in her own tree palace.
This was the situation that the new leader of the elvish settlement of Dorian, the Lord Ingwer, found himself involved. The farmlands that they—including his ancestors—had so lovingly cultivated and used were slowly turning into sand. The immense trees that marked the farthest known borders of Cherwoods were dying out, and the desert from beyond the forest was inching towards their homes.
“…”
And as if to make their situation worse, Dorian was far from the shores of Cherwoods, where water supply from the Great Gulf was plentiful.
Their solution? They organized the Dorian elves into several groups tasked with fetching water from the Gulf. It was a journey that took several ‘long sleeps’ to complete, and even with people working all the time to make sure that the supply was uninterrupted, the amount of water they needed barely satisfied the needs of their city population. The farms were left untilled, and with the encroaching desert, the forest game was moving away from them.
The food in the city will not last long, unless they will do something drastic.
“…”
There were calls from several prominent people in the city that the Elvish lord should think of moving his population away from Dorian and find a spot closer to the shore. And, while he was considering such option, the Lord Ingwer was still concerned that it would never satisfy the advancing desert until it reached the edges of the Gulf. If it did happen, then the move was all for naught; a waste of resources and people’s efforts. Not to mention, the shores of Cherwoods were already full of elvish settlements—both old and new—and they were risking conflict should the Dorians joined the exodus.
So with no other choice, the Lord Ingwer gathered his fellow leaders, and they set off for the Saint’s Tree, ostensibly to prod Her Holiness the Elf Saint to do something more about their situation.
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H
owever, when they arrived…
“What do you mean Her Holiness can’t see us?” the Elvish lord couldn’t keep himself from raising his voice. “We traveled from the frontier up to this place, tired and weary, wanting to ask for the Saint’s help with the encroaching sands! Why would you turn us away? This is an emergency!”
“I offer our sincerest apologies,
milord,
but Her Holiness can’t be disturbed right now,” one of the Elf Saint’s servants replied, panicked as the Lord Ingwer’s hand was on the hilt of his sword. He was only held back from committing violence by his companions, and the guards of the holy maiden.
“I don’t need your apologies,” he screamed his frustrations, “I want permission to tell Her Holiness that we’re dying out there. That we need those damned water golems at the frontier!”
“
Milord,
please stay your—”
“
Damn it,
let me through!”
“Restrain him!”
A brief scuffle then ensued as the Lord Ingwer tried to go past the servants and guards of the Elf Saint, and the latter prevented him from doing so, along with his own retinue. As the Elvish lord was born a warrior, it took the soldiers and the other Dorians their greatest effort in disarming him, but in the end, he was forced to put his sword down.
“…” the Lord Ingwer could only stare at the Saint’s servants with disbelief, as the hope of enlisting Her Holiness’ help slowly escaped his grasp. At that moment, he wanted to cry, lash out in anger, and bury himself…all at the same time. Nevertheless, he was also aware that whatever he did, it won’t change the fact that this option of his was already lost.
“Milord,”
one of his companions whispered to him, pulling one of his arm, “please…let’s go now. It’s useless anyway. We’re to fend for ourselves in the frontier.”
Though burdened with defeat, the Dorians eventually left. However, they were already at the gates of the Saint’s Tree, when they were suddenly called back by one of Her Holiness’ servant. At once, the Lord Ingwer’s eyes were filled with life, and he hurried to the maid.
“Milord,” she told him, “I was sent here not by Her Holiness, but by someone else.”
“Who?”
It took the servant a few moments before she said, “
Erm…
well, it’s not Her Holiness, though I think he can help you with your problem…”
“Huh?”
the Lord Ingwer was suspicious, “What are you talking about?”
“
Uh…
can you just follow me,
milord?
” the maid never hid her displeasure at the Elvish lord’s questions. “Or will you be content of being turned away after traveling far?”
At that point, the Lord Ingwer knew he had to try every choice he was presented with, rather than going back to Dorian empty-handed.
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T
he Saint’s servant led the Dorian delegation to a smaller tree palace, somewhere in the hidden parts of the Saint’s Tree complex. The Elvish lord, though his suspicions increased with every step he took, continued to follow the elf-lady. Then, once they reached the entrance—guarded only by two warriors—everyone was surprised to see the person waiting for them.
“Y-You…” the Lord Ingwer could only say with effort, “…a-a round ear!”
“A human!” one of his fellow Dorians confirmed. “Wh-What’s a human doing here?”
The person in question, however, never let the rest speak their thoughts. He smiled, got up from his chair, and welcomed them. The Dorians were stunned at his actions; for the human knew the elf customs and traditions.
“Milords,”
the Saint’s servant finally spoke, “may I introduce to you, Mister Kuro of Arles?”
“Mi-Mister? This man only has
‘mister’
to his name?” the Lord Ingwer cast a stare at the human, from his head to toe. “What is the meaning of this? How can this commoner help us?”
“
Erm…
again,
milord,
I offer my apologies,” she answered, along with a bow. “However, with everything going on inside the palace, Mister Kuro is the only one who can give time to your concerns.”
“This is sacrilege!” the Elvish lord bellowed. “Not only did we receive nothing from Her Holiness, she also insulted us by sending this…this human commoner to deal with our problems! How low can you get? How low will you treat our lives as if we’re expendable?”
While the Dorians were giving the maid an earful, Kuro finally intervened, “Lord Ingwer of the city of Dorian, I presume?”
“And what do you know of solving our problems, human commoner?” the Elvish lord countered. “I don’t know what sorcery you did to our seduce our saint and cloud her judgment, but you won’t fool me, or anyone of us!”
“There is no sorcery,
milord,
only science…and of course, a bit of magic,” Kuro replied, pulling some chairs for the Dorian delegation to sit upon. “While I’m indeed a commoner, Her Holiness has seen merit in my suggestions on your—and the other settlements’—issues about the water supply, and desertification of Cherwoods.”
“Deser—
what?
” the Lord Ingwer stopped in his rage, and turned his full attention on the human.
“Desertification,” Kuro repeated, while pointing to one of the chairs. “It is what’s happening to your land; basically, every green patch of ground is turning into sand, killing plants and driving animals away. If left unattended, the entire greenery that is Cherwoods would eventually turn into a sea of sand, devoid of life that we know of at this moment. Now, if you’ll just listen to what I will say,
milord,
perhaps we can do something about your situation. What do you think?”
The Dorians, though they were mad earlier, exchanged doubtful looks. While they were insulted by the treatment accorded to them by the Saint’s household, it’s not like they could do something about it. Besides, the Dorians needed all the help they could get, and at that point, there was an agreement that they could lend an ear to everyone…even if it’s a human commoner, or even a demon lord. Then, when they sorted out their thoughts and feelings, the Lord Ingwer and his companions removed every bias they had at the moment, sat with the human commoner, and discussed his ideas.
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T
he Holy Palatial Gardens***
“Maddie!”
“!!!”
“Maddie!”
The Human Saint opened her eyes, and what greeted her was not the dull, white-and-gold ceiling of her private chamber, but rather, a bright, pure white light that initially blinded her. Confused as to what’s happening, she sat up, trying to make sense of her surroundings. Surely, she thought, this was not heaven.
“Maddie!” That man’s voice again, Maddie thought. Her eyes went around, searching for its owner. However, she found no one, save for the swirling white smoke, and the direction of where that bright white light was coming from (it was above her).
“Wh-Who are you?” she called out. While she couldn’t recognize the identity of the speaker, somehow Maddie did not feel any hostility from him. If she could describe what she felt at the moment, all that came out in her mind was ‘security’.
“
Ah,
I guess you really can’t remember,” the disembodied voice said. “Six years of disappearance had taken its toll; not to mention, you and the other saints severed your connections to him.”
“What…What are you talking about?” Maddie wanted to be scared, or at least, alarmed. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to feel that way. All that her chest could sense was the overwhelming feeling of sadness and longing, just like whenever her eyes looked at that mysterious, unfinished painting of hers, or when Lily cooks that dish,
adobo.
But, a warm feeling also enveloped her heart, like someone who kept on protecting her…a man she could always rely on.
“Haa…”
the voice heaved a sigh, “Alright, I know I’ve done a lot of the worst things to you, as well as the others, because of my foolishness before. So, at least, let me help you remember…”
“!!!”
There was a change in the swirling clouds, as its movement suddenly grew tense and fast. From a random direction, it gathered into a spot before Maddie and formed into a body of a man. Then, with a flash of light, the remaining vapor dissipated, revealing a familiar face she had long forgotten…
“Y-You are…” Maddie’s voice trailed as tears fell from her eyes. Now she understood why she felt that way about that unfinished painting. Why she felt sadness whenever she eats that adobo. And why she would always long for someone, she couldn’t even remember…
“I’m back, Maddie…” the man smiled, reaching out his arms to her.
“Kuro!” Maddie never cared for anything at that moment; in her mind, the warmth of his arms was enough to fill her emptiness. “How did I forget you?”
And then the dream ended. The Human Saint returned to the real world, her pillows wet with her tears and her arms outstretched as if she was reaching for something, or someone.
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M
addie wasted no time. She grabbed her robes and rushed towards the guest house where she kept her unfinished painting.
At last, she can finally finish that artwork, as a tribute to the man she loves…
As she ran, the blots in her memories disappeared. The Human Saint could now remember those ‘gaps’ in many events from her past that were a mystery to her until now. How the humans defeated the zombie hordes of Seirna. Why she crossed from Chersea to Cherwind, even as Ruro forbid it. Why the demons ended up in Chersea. And why many of her friends suffered from those ‘blots’.
Kuro! They are Kuro’s deeds. It is Kuro who did it all, sacrificing himself to save them from the Seductress’ and the Lord Gaius’ wrath.
“…”
How can she forget him? After all that he did, and expecting no reward!
The Human Saint wanted to cover her face in shame. She—of all the people who professed to love him—let herself erase his memories. Maddie thought she didn’t deserve his feelings, that he would be better off in someone else’s arms, but…
“…”
Yeah, she won’t let herself end up being the last of the ladies who’d marry Kuro. So, tough luck, she’ll always be the first. Even in his death…
Just as Maddie appeared at the guesthouse, however, her daydreams stopped as she saw that it was crowded already. Everyone who had been with Kuro was there; the Beastmen, the demons, the human rulers, including her family, and even the other saints. They all exchanged meaningful and happy glances as she arrived and asked, “Wh-What’s going on? Don’t tell me…”
It was Seirna who revealed their purpose there. “I’m pretty sure you’re not the only one who forgot him for six years and dreamed of the
otherworlder
just now.”
“You guys…” the Human Saint couldn’t contain her happiness, now that it confirmed her dream.
Simon, the King of Nerfes, and Lily smiled and hugged her. “Maddie! Kuro, he has come back to us!” |
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T
he Holy Consulate, City of the Mouth of Calabria Branch, Kingdom of Calabria***
The atmosphere inside the Holy Consulate fell the moment the Lady Henristone narrated the events that led to Kuro’s death, according to the stories of the four saints who were with him on his last day. The Duchess of Malvette couldn’t believe what happened to him, and that they all forgot him for six years…everything felt surreal for her.
“Honestly, I’m not aware of that story…” Lady Malvette uttered, her face went pale. “And to think—
goodness…
then, that man back in Cherwoods…”
“We still don’t have any proof that he’s the real ‘Kuro of Arles’,” Lady Henristone pointed out. “That’s the reason we’re here right now; to see for ourselves this guy claiming to be ‘Kuro’.”
“Actually, ladies…” the Elf Saint entered their conversation. “I…I have something to tell you about him…”
“Your Holiness?”
Lady Hinwe had difficulty in saying her words, “I…I summoned him. The man who calls himself ‘Kuro of Arles’.”
Complete silence enveloped the room as the paladin captain, the Cherwind ambassador, the Holy Consul and the other guards stared at the Elf Saint, as if expecting her to elaborate more on her statement. Lady Hinwe, in addition to her woes because of the news of the
coup d’etat
in her home, wanted to disappear at that moment, for she felt responsible for all that was happening.
“Y-Your Holiness…” Lady Henristone finally broke the ice. “I-If it’s fine with you, can you please tell us…who is that man in your tree palace?”
“
Err…
can you call—”
“Your Holiness!” it was Gerard, putting himself in-between the human ladies. “Please take a break now. You’re already tired from our travels.”
“Gerard, I order you to stop!” the Elf Saint countered. “These women with us wanted to know about Mister Kuro, and I should tell them the truth! Would you please consider their feelings?”
Stung by her rebuke, the elf guard stepped aside, though he showed everyone he didn’t agree to their talk.
“Please call the others,” Lady Hinwe requested, to which, the Lady Henristone ordered a paladin to do. It took the lady-at-arms some time, but a few minutes later, Eris, Salis, Tama’lee and Nari came into the inner room, with the lycanthrope bringing in several trays of food with the help of the Elf Saint’s maid, Meanor.
“Oh?”
the consul exclaimed, “I didn’t know we still have food in the kitchen!”
“The Tambara cooked it, Your Excellency,” the paladin who fetched them said.
“I’m sorry…” Nari’s face was red.
“No! No!” the Lady Curzon smiled at her. “Please don’t mind it. I know you traveled far, and because of the attack on the train, you ladies didn’t enjoy your dinner. Feel free to use the kitchen.”
“Nice!” the orc-girl laughed and slapped the lycanthrope’s back. “Hear that, Nari? Tama gets to enjoy your food while listening to the boring talk!”
The presence of the two demon girls lightened the mood of the inner room, and soon, the Lady Hinwe chuckled. However, her guard, Gerard—as suspicious as ever—asked Nari on the dish she cooked.
“What’s this?” the elf guard opened one of the bowls, scooping the thick yellow broth to taste it.
“It’s called a Filipino snack dish,” the lycanthrope revealed. “The recipe books call it ‘lugaw’.” (1)
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A
nd so, with the food brought by Nari and Meanor, the ladies resumed in their talk. Lady Hinwe explained to the women from the Holy Palatial Gardens how she met Kuro, and how he became her adviser.
“He offered practical solutions to the problem of my people,” the Elf Saint narrated. “As we battle what he calls the ‘desertification’ of the frontier cities of Cherwoods, he gave us ways to solve it without relying much on magic and my god-powers.”
“That sure is the Lord Kuro!” Eris commented. “It’s impossible to think of another human who possessed so much knowledge of the other worlds, except for his student, the hero Cassandra David.”
“But then,” Salis countered. “This ‘Kuro’ in Cherwoods is different from the Kuro I know! I remember him as a compassionate, gentle man who often exhausts all diplomatic options before resorting to violence.”
“I don’t know about that, Lady Salis,” Lady Henristone said. “In all the six years the Lord Kuro was ‘imprisoned’ in that dark desert world of old Cherflammen, don’t you think he has changed his attitude out of bitterness to us…who left him there?”
“You say as if he lived all his six years inside that abandoned realm,” the Duchess of Braunhauer argued. “
Milady,
didn’t you hear the saints’ words? The Lord Kuro died in Cherflammen.”
“Hold up, Lady Braunhauer!” the owl-girl raised her voice. “I thought you believe that the Lord Kuro is still alive! Why are you saying such things?”
“Lady Salis…” Eris’ eyes started to tear up. “…I…I wanted to believe so, but…those stories from Cherwoods…I would rather prefer that the Lord Kuro is dead, than hear those awful things he did.”
The owl-girl and the paladin captain had no words to say to the Duchess of Braunhauer. Tears fell on Eris’ cheeks, and the Elf Saint—along with Meanor—consoled her. Looking at them, the Holy Consul, the other paladins and the Lady Malvette couldn’t help but feel sorrow. The mood went from light to heavy in an instant.
The only ones seemingly unaffected are Tama’lee, Nari and Gerard, the latter is focused on eating the lycanthrope’s food.
“Hmm?”
the elf guard stopped on what he’s doing the moment he noticed the sad atmosphere of the inner room. “Why are you all downcast? This
lugaw
tastes good!”
Meanor took one of her sandals and threw it on Gerard’s face, which he avoided. “Read the mood!” the elf maid bellowed.
The elf guard took one of the clean bowls and put some food in it. Then, he offered it to Eris, saying, “Hey, I do not mean to disrespect your feelings to that person you lost, but yeah, my mother would always give me something to eat whenever I feel sad. Taste this; Miss Nari cooked it just fine!”
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W
hen everyone settled for the long sleep, Nari volunteered to wash the dishes, as she felt responsible for using the consul office’s kitchen. The Marquise of Curzon insisted that she left it for the servants to take care of it. However, the lycanthrope insisted.
“…”
Joining her—and as punishment for his ‘insensitivity’—was the elf guard, Gerard. His mistress ordered him to accompany Nari, after he ‘spoiled’ the mood of everyone in the inner room by giving the Duchess of Braunhauer food while she was crying.
“You need to know more on the feelings of ladies!”
Lady Hinwe scolded him.
And so, even if his job was to secure the life of the Elf Saint, the elf ended scrubbing plates with the lycanthrope.
“
Ah!
You can leave it,” Nari said to him, her voice as soft as ever. “I can finish it in no time!”
“
Eh,
Her Holiness will kill me if she learns I left it all to you,” Gerard replied. “Besides, it’s not like I can’t detect dangers to the Lady Hinwe when I’m washing plates. If something stirs, I’ll rush to her side in no time.”
Nari didn’t answer him, though she chuckled.
The elf continued, “You know what? Why don’t you leave it to me instead?”
“Eh?”
“I…I’m used to this kind of stuff, really,” Gerard pointed out. “Before I became a member of Her Holiness’ Life Guards, my family trained me well on house chores. Washing dishes, clothes, and even my younger siblings when they take baths, I did it all.”
Nari smiled and shook her head. “Let’s do it together.”
“Well, if you insist.”
Then, silence. Only the sounds of plates and brushes could be heard. The lycanthrope went on her work, while the elf—though his senses were on alert, got serious on cleaning the dishes.
Nari suddenly broke the ice. “Thank you, Sir Gerard.”
“
Hm?
What for?”
“Honestly…” the lycanthrope had a sad smile of her lips, “…I agree with Lady Eris.”
“That
‘I’d rather see the guy dead, than watch him kill people’
thing?”
She nodded.
“What’s that matter got to do with me?”
“Well…you broke the mood.”
“Got punished for it.”
“Sorry,” Nari bowed.
“Why are you apologizing?”
“Despite that, it has nothing to do with you, you broke the mood,” the lycanthrope repeated. “You don’t know how demoralized we are when we learned about the Lord Kuro’s deeds in Cherwoods. It’s as if…he’s a different person.”
“Well, you’re not even sure if he’s the real one, if I remember,” Gerard pointed out.
“True…but, just like Lady Salis said, the probability of that man being the Lord Kuro is high,” Nari countered. “The circumstances of his last moments, and how Her Holiness the Elf Saint summoned him…they match perfectly.”
The elf guard heaved a sigh, “You know what,
milady?
People change. Perhaps it is something they experienced, or learned. But in whatever we do, and whatever that happens, it’s impossible for us not to be affected. If, indeed, this ‘Kuro of Arles’ in Cherwoods is your human, then we can only say that what he went through changed him a lot.”
Nari was silent. She just continued on washing the plates.
Gerard went on, “You guys sure love this man.”
“He’s my teacher, Sir Gerard,” the lycanthrope admitted, her face flushed. “I would not be here, doing what I love best, if not for him. I can still remember how the Lord Kuro convinced my parents not to draft us—the Tambara children—when war came to our city. He shouldered the responsibility of our people’s safety, even though he was unsure of himself…”
The elf said nothing. He just went on with helping the Tambara clean the plates. It was Nari who kept on talking to him.
“That’s why, as a way to honor him, I decided to learn the food of his people…the Filipino cuisine,” the lycanthrope chuckled. “I guess, my desire is too strong that I ended learning it even when we forgot about him. It’s how I love the Lord Kuro.”
“Foolish idiot…”
the elf muttered.
“That guy…”
“Hm?”
“N-Nothing!” Gerard let out an awkward laugh. “I mean, if that guy in Cherwoods is truly the Lord Kuro you love, then he’s a
foolish idiot
for throwing your feelings and trust on him!”
“Haa…”
Nari mused. “It’s painful, but we have to prepare for the worst. Anyway, you have my gratitude for earlier, Sir Gerard. If you didn’t intervene, we may still be wallowing in our sorrows. You brought us back to reality, even though it’ll be painful for a few days, I guess?”
“Hey,” the elf guard chuckled, “I know we just met on the train earlier, but hearing your stories…I personally want you guys to succeed. And I’m sure, Her Holiness has the same sentiments.”
The lycanthrope answered with a smile, “Thank you! Well, have a good sleep, Sir Gerard!”
Author's Note: (1) Lugaw - is a plain congee Filipino dish made up of rice, water and salt. Sometimes, it is topped with fried garlic bits, hardboiled egg, safflower, ginger and/or chili flakes. It is a comfort food in the Philippines, and is usually served during breakfast, or 'snack' (merienda) hours (in the late afternoon). |
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T
he Saint’s Tree, Cherwoods***
In contrast to the relative silence of the trees in its surrounding forests, the palace complex and official home to the Elf Saint stirred. On its inner grounds, members of Her Holiness’ Life Guards scoured every nook and cranny of the place, each group accompanied by palace officials.
“Her Holiness isn’t here!”
one would shout that line heard all over the courtyard as a sign to the others searching.
“What about her maid, Meanor? Where is she?”
“Her quarters are empty, yet her personal effects are still there!”
Outside the palace complex, separated by ancient walls made of tree trunks, twisted old vines, thick overlapping leaves, and double lines of elf soldiers of the Life Guards, were the angry mobs of elves hailing from the frontiers of the region of Cherwoods. They all demanded an audience from their saint, and wished for her aid in combatting the encroaching desert, as the proposals to build a network of canals from the Gulf of Cherwoods to the endangered elf cities remained idle.
“We’re going to die! At least try to help us!”
the elves pleaded from the line of elf guards that stood between them and the Saint’s Tree.
“Her Holiness is leading us into ruin!”
“Let’s make her hear our calls for help!”
The shouts grew louder and angrier the longer their demands were ignored. The guards were agitated as well, for they were not spared from the abusive words and gestures of the mad elves. They were only prevented from taking action by an earlier decree of their mistress not to start violence, at least, not inside and in the immediate areas around the tree palace.
In a far distance, at the steps of the main tree palace, the senior palace officials led by the Holy Lord Chamberlain, Lord Alvis, held their breath as the search parties completed the places where they suspected the Elf Saint was hiding. As their options were getting smaller, so were their nervousness going higher. Even as nobles, some of them couldn’t keep themselves from chewing on their nails, and others walked back and forth while waiting for any news.
The Lord Alvis, sensing that they were heading to trouble, asked the head maidservant of the Elf Saint, “Have you looked under those heaps garbage in Her Holiness’ room?”
“Y-Yes, milord,” the head maidservant replied; her shaky voice betrayed her ‘calm’ demeanor. “H-Her Holiness’ servants are now cleaning her room as we speak, removing anything that can hide the saint from us. If…If they find her buried under those stashes, someone will come and update me immediately on the matter.”
“Well, you better hurry then!” the Holy Lord Chamberlain bellowed, and muttered to himself,
“Better if Her Holiness is buried underground than to make us suffer like this! Such life is a shame.”
“Did you say something,
milord?
” the head maidservant queried.
“Nothing of your business!” he snarled. “And get back to your search; dig the grounds if you have to! Those angry mobs outside the palace won’t wait for Her Holiness to get back!”
The head maidservant bowed and quickly left. Once she was gone, the other senior palace officials gathered around the Holy Lord Chamberlain.
“Milord,”
one of them began, “we’ve been discussing this issue with each other, and…”
“And…” the Lord Alvis never hid his displeasure; still, he was inclined to listen to them. Perhaps someone knew how to resolve the predicament they were in. “What issue is it that you’re talking amongst yourselves?”
“We concluded that the disappearance of Her Holiness might be a scheme of that human ‘guest’ of hers.”
“Human guest? You mean Mister Kuro of Arles?”
The senior officials nodded. “Think about it!” another one of them argued, “This foolish plan of constructing ‘canal networks’, drawing water from the Gulf of Cherwoods and supplying the elvish cities on the frontier with it, is in direct contrast to the decrees of the gods—made to our ancestors eons ago—that implores us to keep our dependence on the heavens for our provisions!”
“If this blasphemy continues, then our people will turn away from Her Holiness,” a third official added. “It will embolden them enough to claim that they can solve their problems on their own. This Kuro of Arles is weakening the hold Her Holiness’ worship has among our populace! This can’t go on unchecked, Lord Chamberlain!”
“And what will you have me do?” the Lord Alvis countered. “Her Holiness has strict order not to harm her human ‘guest’! Are you willing to have us all excommunicated?”
An air of tense silence ensued, with only the noise of the mad elves outside, and the panicking search groups heard for a few moments. Everyone weighed on their options, realizing that if they failed, they could end up chewing more than what they bit. Still, one of them pointed out, “This Kuro of Arles is giving Her Holiness the Elf Saint the idea that she can rule Cherwoods without us, her loyal servants! If he convinced her, and cut us off from the saint, what do you think will happen to all of us?”
At that moment, the doubts in their mind vanished, and the determination to survive grew strong in their hearts. The danger of their situation was real, after all, no one accustomed to the benefits of power and influence could easily let go of those. The Lord Alvis then called the captain of the Life Guards and gave him the permission…
“Arrest that human, Kuro of Arles.”
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K
uro surely didn’t expect any visitors, given that they shut the tree palace down because of the angry crowds outside, and the rumors that Her Holiness the Elf Saint (the real one) disappeared in her room, along with her maid, Meanor. Nevertheless, because he knew he was just a ‘guest’ of the Saint, and subject to the rules and traditions of that place, he still welcomed the people knocking at his door.
“Mister Kuro of Arles?” the captain of the guard asked the moment he opened the door.
“Yes? Anything I can help you with?” he stared at the people behind the soldier.
“I am here to inform you that you are under arrest for usurping the authority of Her Holiness the Elf Saint,” at the captain’s gesture, the other guards forced themselves in and quickly surrounded the human. They also restrained him by tying his hand behind him.
“What’s the meaning of this?” Kuro, who was taken aback, protested. But his demands were to no avail.
“I won’t fight back if I were you,” one of the senior palace officials who came with the arresting group showed himself. “Those who love to meddle in the affairs of the proud and noble elves would meet an ignoble demise from the hands of Her Holiness’ servants!”
“Are you mad? Her Holiness decreed I won’t be harmed!”
“Coincidentally, Her Holiness is missing,” the official told him. “And we suspect that you have a role in her disappearance. If I may suggest, it’s better that you cooperate with us, and face a quick death, than forcing us to prolong your suffering by hiding the saint!”
“That’s absurd!” Kuro blurted out. “I don’t even have an idea of where Her Holiness is! I don’t know anything!”
“Says all the criminals caught red-handed,” the senior official added, as he turned his back on him to reach for the door. “If there’s anything you want to hide from us, we’ll find out, anyway. I know you have your protests about your arrest, but I’m afraid you’ll have to plead with His Excellency the Holy Lord Chamberlain, Lord Alvis. He’ll be the one to decide on the fate of a vermin like you!”
“You’re exploiting this because you know Her Holiness can’t do anything while she’s gone!” the human countered. “Such underhanded tactics to gain back your power will be paid back in double!”
The elf then stopped in his tracks, and flashed Kuro a sardonic smile, “Well, it’s a pity that you don’t know your place, human! Your meddling may have worked back in Chersea, where your pitiful race belonged. But here, expect that we will resist you. If ever you survive this—which I’m sure you won’t—you better learn whose side you will serve.” The official then ordered the guard captain, “Take him away!”
“
Erm…
correction, I’m actually aware of my position.”
“!!!” Suddenly, the other guards of the Saint barred the senior official from exiting the doors of Kuro’s private chambers. He couldn’t hide his surprise, yet he tried to maintain composure. “What’s going on?”
The captain of the guards then told him, “
Milord,
you are hereby under arrest for grave abuse of discretion, undermining the authority of Her Holiness the Elf Saint, and exploiting your office for private gains.”
“W-Wha—” the official’s bewildered eyes fell on Kuro, whose restraints were removed by the guards.
“Just as you said,” the human chuckled, “I know my place here. And I’m aware how much you palace guys hated my ‘meddling’ in your mistress’ affairs. That’s why, while you
idiots
are indulging yourselves in the power that is not even yours, I’m doing my assignments. You tried to grab credit from us, and stopped me from shoring up support for Her Holiness. So if I can’t get outside help, guess where will I look?”
The palace official glared at Kuro; after all, it was the only thing he could do, as his arms were already restrained.
“That’s right, from the inside!” the human had a gleeful smile on his face. “You keep on hollering orders, but do you even know the name of your guards?”
Another blank, angry stare. Kuro savored the look of despair on the poor elf’s face.
“See?” he laughed. “I remember a saying from my land. It’s like this:
‘Beware of the ides of March’
, which means ‘watch out for betrayals’.
Oh…
I think it’s too late for that, don’t you think?” Then the human ordered the captain of the guard, showing him a medallion that could only come from their mistress, “Sir Eldarv, please take this traitor away. Arrest every palace official you find within the premises of this complex; kill those who try to harm you. You and your soldiers have the permission of Her Holiness the Elf Saint herself!”
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***
T
he Henristone Ducal Estate, the Kingdom of Calabria***
Eris’ day as a normal traveling aristocrat began when the light outside touched her eyes. Apparently, someone parted the curtains that obscured the windows of her bedroom in an effort to wake her.
“Rise and shine, Lady Braunhauer!”
When her sight finally adjusted to the brightness, the young duchess saw the owl-girl, Salis, at the foot of her bed. Arms to her waist, and wearing her usual intimidating expression on her face, the latter wasted no time in pulling the blankets and rousing Eris.
“We don’t got the whole day,” Salis reminded her. “Lady Henristone says we need to catch the train to port of the Mouth of Calabria as soon as possible.”
Eris, though still sleepy, glanced at the hourglass on the table beside her. “You think the train already got their passenger quota?”
“Beats me,” the owl-girl shrugged. “But in any case, the paladin captain is asking us to hurry. I think I heard one of her servants tell her earlier that the train is already half the capacity? So yes, we should get a move on.”
“
Oh,
okay…” though she said that, Eris remained in her bed. Pausing for a few seconds, she then asked, “What if we take the hour trains?”
“Those trains that leave on time?” Salis looked at the hourglass. “Aren’t those expensive? Besides, why take those when we can just hurry and hitch a ride on the quota trains?”
“Well, if the Duchess of Henristone is doubtful about our finances, my estate can take care of things. Tell her we’re taking the hour trains,” Eris pointed out. “Besides, a proper lady should prepare herself for the journey ahead.”
“You mean you need to apply those
stupid
chemicals and poisonous powders on your face? I don’t get you humans; why would you risk your life just to make yourself ‘pretty’ by your standards? Human males are attracted to those?”
The young duchess got up from her bed and took a washbasin, “Well, it’s only one part of the story. A human lady applies makeup to her face not only to attract, it’s also for boosting her confidence. To feel good, something along those lines.”
“Isn’t that just fake beauty? Why will human males like that?”
“Let’s say a ‘make up’ improves someone’s look,” Eris replied. “And just because a lady does it doesn’t mean she already wants to attract a man. I, for example, do it because I want to look good.”
“
Hmm…
interesting, interesting,” the owl-girl muttered.
However, the young duchess wasn’t done yet. “Now that I got a good glimpse of your face, you and Her Holiness the Human Saint do really look the same. You’re both really beautiful, yet…”
“I don’t know why…” Salis commented. “But rest assured, we’re from two different backgrounds.”
“No worries, I’m aware. Even your attitudes are way too different; one is a serious prude, and the other a raging closet pervert.”
“
Oi,
I heard that. I just don’t have any desire to mate with the Lord Kuro yet.”
“Of course,” Eris chuckled. “He’ll have to consume his love for his human wives first, before tending to others, like you. It’s only fair because we’re the ones who are first to get to know him.”
“Whatever,” the owl-girl then headed for the door. “Just don’t be an
ass
and make us wait, okay?”
“Hey! Wait!”
“What?”
“Well, I was thinking,” Eris brought out her makeup kit. “Since we’re here, why don’t I put some makeup on you as well? You know, just for experience, since you’re curious about it?”
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I
n the end, the Duchess of Henristone took care of the traveling expenses for the hour train, as proposed by Eris. While the Duchy of Braunhauer was one of the richest noble houses in Chersea, Lady Sylvia’s pride as an aristocrat wouldn’t accept that her ‘guests’ would shell out money when they were in her estate. So, they took the ‘hour’ train in Sekhtem—which leaves on time scheduled compared to the ‘quota’ train, which was required to fill its passenger capacity first before setting out—to the port city of the Mouth of Calabria.
“My apologies for forcing this on you, Lady Sylvia,” Eris said to her host as their train traveled through the Calabrian countryside. “I can always compensate your estate for the expenses incurred on this trip.”
“Please don’t mention it, Lady Eris,” the paladin guard captain replied. “I was of the same thought earlier, though Lady Salis insisted on catching the quota train instead.”
“Hey, I’m no nobles like you two,” the owl-girl defended herself. “Growing up as a chieftain’s daughter of a Cherwindan tribe, I’m fine forgoing the luxuries. I only want my goals done as soon as I can.”
“Tama’lee loves the sight of the human kingdoms’ countryside,” the orc-girl entered the conversation. “She prefers the hour train than the quota train!”
“Quota trains are too stuffy,” Nari added.
“Yes, and I think it will ruin Lady Salis’ make up once she tussled with the passengers in quota trains!” Eris chuckled.
“
Heh,
can’t help but be excited about meeting the Lord Kuro again,
huh?
” Lady Henristone commented. “Well, I won’t blame you; Lady Salis and Her Holiness have the uncanny resemblance to each other. It’s a good thing we really took the hour train to the Mouth of Calabria.”
“Can,
uh…
” the lycanthrope spoke, but her soft voice forced everyone to stop talking to hear her, “…Lady Eris t-teach me…?”
“
Oh?
You want to learn make up, too?” the Braunhauer duchess’ eyes brightened.
“You ladies should leave those small stuff behind while we travel,” the owl-girl reminded them. “Look, we’re on the road, and we got our important baggage with us. Always be on your guard!”
“You’re always so serious, Lady Salis,” Lady Henristone chuckled as she gave her a pat on the shoulder, “Come on! For once, you should be kind to yourself and enjoy what surrounds you! Isn’t this the purpose of those machines you invented?”
“With the Lord Kuro, yes. We wanted to improve the ‘quality’ of life for everyone.”
“Yes…right,” Lady Henristone was taken aback by that. “Wi-with the Lord Kuro,
haha!
”
“Well, I do enjoy my life, alone,” Salis countered.
“Lady Salis, you say you’re a scientist, yet you keep on sticking to your routine!” the Braunhauer duchess laughed. “I thought you’re always into trying out what’s new?”
“Not this
kind
of ‘new’.”
“Well, let’s see if you can keep up that boring façade,” the paladin captain rang a nearby bell. An attendant quickly came to their seats, handing them menus of the onboard food. “Coincidentally,” Lady Henristone continued, “I bought tickets for the most luxurious spot on this train! Eat up,
miladies!
”
“Yey!”
the whole group couldn’t keep their excitement down as they ordered the best dishes offered.
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T
he ‘hour’ train where Salis’ group rode was composed of three train cars, an open wagon with firewood feeding the locomotive itself, which was the final piece in the series. While this type of transport was ‘pricier’ than the ‘quota’ train, there were still designated spots inside the cars that were meant for richer passengers and poorer ones.
The car where they were at was for the ‘well-off’ and the ‘nobility’, which was the one right after the open wagon. Unlike the others, it had luxurious furnishings for those hard-to-please customers, and could only accommodate ten passengers. Salis’ group had five members, and another group of three people occupied the other seats.
“…”
As the travel from Calabria’s capital of Sekhtem up to the port city of the Mouth of Calabria was relatively short, the ladies from the Holy Palatial Gardens expected themselves to arrive at their destination before the day’s long sleep. Then, they’d take up the last spots on the ferry to the Kingdom of Galad, and spend the long sleep in its capital city of Tenevre, which was also its main port facing the Calabrian peninsula.
“Dinner will be served at the 19th hour,
milady,
” the waitress told Lady Henristone. “Please enjoy our wines and the best spots of our train.”
“
Ah
yes, thank you! We enjoyed the lunch.” Once their server bowed and left, the paladin captain turned to the owl-girl. “So, what do you think of the experience?”
“I like the food,” was Salis’ curt reply.
“That’s it?”
“Why do you sound surprised, as if expecting more?” the owl-girl asked, never hiding her irritation. But then, she lowered her voice a bit to tell, “Thanks for your generosity.”
“!!!” Lady Henristone sure didn’t expect that. Still, she couldn’t help but smile, “Well, you’re welcome!”
As they had nothing else to do but watch the passing scenery from their windows, everyone took their breaks for the day. Eris, though she sat by the window opposite of the Lady Henristone, read the book she brought with her. Salis went back to tinkering with her inventions. Nari slept on Tama’lee’s lap, while the paladin captain watched the Calabrian countryside she had seen so many times during her travels from her estate and into the port.
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T
he only sound that could be heard inside the car was the clanking of the train wheels against the iron railroads. The other group was silent too, probably asleep in their seats, Lady Henristone noted. Even so, from where she was, she could make out that they had elvish companions. Maybe those who came from the exhibits at the Holy Palatial Gardens. After all, that event was so famous, even other races like the elves and the dwarves traveled from their respective lands to visit.
As someone who works in the security of Her Holiness the Human Saint, the Lady Henristone is confident that everything’s going well.
But then…
“!!!”
The paladin captain had just enough time to react, as the surge of ‘bloodlust’ went past her body, along with the breaking of the glass panes of the windows. She immediately moved to shield her companions from the flying shards of glass, chanting the ‘barrier’ spell fast to cover the spaces her body couldn’t reach. Then, five figures in their black clothes swooped in from the broken windows, crashing on the Lady Henristone, taking her completely by surprise.
“!!!”
With her protective magic barrier gone, the paladin captain had no time to reach for her sword and gun, which were packed along with her personal baggage. She did have a dagger on her waist, but she was quickly restrained from pulling it the moment she saw enemy daggers pointed at her companions’ necks. Their attackers also covered their mouths so as not to create a scene; one wrong move, and her friends would die.
“…” one of the black-clad assailants and the paladin captain locked eyes. The Lady Henristone could hear her heart beat, as she weighed on her available options. She could close in against one of her opponents, heading straight for the kill. However, the paladin captain won’t risk it; she couldn’t deal with them as fast as she wanted, and they could murder her friends before she could slice their throats.
Just as the Lady Henristone was about to make sense of the events, however…
“!!!”
Another blast rang out of the train carriage. One of the attackers fell back, flying out of the window and into the Calabrian prairies. The paladin captain nearly froze in shock, as the horror of her companions ending up dead flashed briefly in her mind. But then, another figure darted from behind her, and dealt the remaining intruders lethal strikes on the assailants to her left even before they could even retaliate. Eris was immediately freed, and Salis bit on the arm of her enemy, distracting him.
“Deal with the others!” he shouted at her, which brought Lady Henristone back to her senses. Pulling her dagger, she ended the lives of the assailants of the orc-girl and the lycanthrope, even as the tables turned, and Tama’lee herself restrained them.
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W
hen the normalcy returned, Lady Henristone saw their ‘helper’ as a white-haired elf standing before her, with a bolt-heater revolver (still smoking) in one hand, and a Chersean dagger in the other.
“Are you alright?” asked the armed elf, not even bothering to look at her. “Don’t freeze up; you’ll endanger your friends!”
“Y-Yes, I think we’re good,” the paladin captain pulled her own gun and sword from her baggage, in case more enemies showed up. “Wh-What’s going on?”
But the elf ignored her. He rushed back to his companions, checking on them,
“You guys alright?”
“Y-Yeah, we’re unscathed,”
the maid elf answered him. Their other member, an elf with a face obscured by an enormous hat, just gave him a nod.
Lady Henristone and Eris came to them. “What’s happening?” the Braunhauer duchess asked the elves. “Why are we being attacked?”
“Lock the train doors!” the armed elf bellowed, to which Tama’lee and Nari rushed to the door at the other end of the carriage, and barred it shut with the seats.
At that point, the paladin captain demanded answers, “Are you guys being trailed? Because we can’t recall, we did anything that would warrant us being pursued.”
The entire car fell silent for a moment, as the elves exchanged doubtful glances until the elf with the enormous hat nodded. At that point, the elf maid said, “Since our lady here deemed you as trustworthy, we’ll tell you. She is an important person, that’s why.”
“Yes, from what I can tell, she seems a noble lady,” Lady Henristone then brought out a medallion, “But who are you guys? Look, no worries. I’m the captain of Her Holi—”
“Yes, I know who you are, Lady Sylvia, Duchess of Henristone,” the elf with the enormous hat interrupted her. “You are the current captain of the Paladin Guards’ Corps—the ladies-at-arms of Her Holiness, the Human Saint of Chersea Lady Madelaine Ann, Duchess of Rubinforth. Also, you’re a descendant of the esteemed Beastman hero, Lady Terebia of the Bow. That’s why I permitted my servant to speak to you.”
Eris and Lady Henristone fell silent upon hearing that.
But the elf continued, “That young girl beside you with wavy auburn hair is the Lady Eris, Duchess of Braunhauer and a maidservant also in service of the Human Saint. If I remember correctly, she’s the heiress of one of the richest noble houses in Chersea…if not
the
richest.”
“Oh…”
was all Eris could say.
“And that owl-girl companion of yours is the Lady Salis of the Owls, Directress of the Royal Academy of Cherwind, and inventor of the steam machine which is now being used in this train, the human, beastman and demon ships, and their factories. The orc-girl is the Lady Tama’lee of the Orcs, a famous scientist among the demons, and the one who realigned the demon science into promoting the idea of the ‘four fundamental phases of matter’: solid, liquid, gas and plasma.”
“Tama is famous!”
the orc-girl quipped.
“And the lycanthrope is Lady Nari Tambara, a renowned chef of the Tambara people and an expert in Filipino dishes—the food from Lady Cassandra David’s land.”
The ladies from the Holy Palatial Gardens were dumbfounded. They surely didn’t expect that the stranger they’d meet on the train to the Mouth of Calabria would know even some of their pasts, which they kept secret.
Amused at their reactions, the elf lady then removed her hat, and showed them proof of her divinity—the blue glow of the Elf Saint’s god-power, “Don’t be alarmed; I know your identities because I can see your hearts and minds, for I am the Elf Saint of Cherwoods, Lady Hinwe Tal-Inwir.”
Author's Note: About the Title...
The Ides of March is the 74th day in the Roman Calendar, which is March 15 in the modern, Gregorian one. It is marked with religious celebrations, and used for deadline in settling of debts. See, before, the ancient guys never numbered their calendars (unlike us, who got 1st of November, 16th of December, 23rd of January, etc.)
For them, they mark the days in ordinals, and use the terms 'Kalends', 'Nones', and 'Ides' to mark a certain point from which they would base their reckoning. For short, for Romans, there is the 4th of Kalends, 12th of Nones, so on...
However, in modern senses, the Ides of March is notorious as the date of assassination for Gaius Julius Caesar, Roman general and dictator. While the senators tried to cover their crime with the reason of 'bringing back the Republic and its institutions to the Roman people', their true motive in committing the act was their hatred and envy for Caesar's achievements.
It is with this 'betrayal' that the phrase 'Beware of the Ides of March' came to be. It simply means 'beware of betrayals/backstabbing'. |
“
K
uro! Wake up, Kuro!”
“!!!” The human opened his eyes, only to find himself surrounded by the blinding whiteness of his surroundings. At once, Kuro knew he was in a dream. A few distances away from him was a familiar figure, donned in his red and silver armor of a Roman legionnaire. The man opposite him had a drawn sword—the gladius—and a smile on his face.
However, the words that came out of his mouth didn’t match his face’s expression. “What are you doing?” he asked.
“Gaius!” Kuro called him. “What do you mean?”
The former god of Chersea chuckled. “Well, you and I know what I mean by those words. You involved yourself too much in the affairs of the elves, when I just told you that we needed the god-power of the Elf Saint.”
“Maybe you want to say that ‘you’ needed it, more than me.”
“Do you plan to remain an
idiot
for the rest of your second life?”
The human was surprised by Gaius’ insults.
“I thought we already talked about this, Kuro. You know I desired the god-powers; however, you
fucked
me back in Cherflammen before you died, so I was reduced to a mere memory of yours. I passed the remaining slivers of my existence on you, so you better try to pay me back.”
“Okay, okay, I got you,” Kuro replied. “However, Gaius, you saw how bad Cherwoods has become under the Lady Hinwe’s rule. Because of some irresponsible acts of a certain person flexing his ability to travel between worlds, the Elf Saint degenerated into an
incel
who locks herself inside her room, and whose concerns lie only in her collections and laptop.”
Gaius cleared his throat. “I just want that elf to be chill and happy.”
“You also forgot to provide her a proper
Wi-Fi
connection before you died,” Kuro pointed out. “Reflect on your actions, you evil former god.”
“S-Sorry…”
“Well, anyway. You know me; you saw my past. I feel like I should do something.”
“Kuro…” the former god heaved a sigh. “Idealism is poison. Your desire to save everyone—even back in your old world—didn’t end well for you. Can’t you see that?”
“I’m aware,” the human nodded. “However, it’s already a part of me. My character as a living person.”
“Dude, you’re not Greg Santos anymore. You’re just Kuro now. Your old self died in Cherflammen, still buried under its shifting sands. Why do you keep on going back to that corpse?” Gaius could only shake his head in dismay. “Well, alright. If that’s what you want, then who am I to go against you? You are yourself now; I just want you, as someone I respected, to succeed.”
“Trust me in this, Gaius,” he gave him a thumbs-up. “I may have committed stupid acts, but I won’t let your efforts go to waste.”
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***
T
he Holy Consulate, Mouth of Calabria Branch, Kingdom of Calabria***
When she opened her eyes, Eris felt like the world crashed on her. Her limbs were lethargic; her body felt heavy. In fact, she repeatedly sat and laid down her bed, as if unsure of getting up. She didn’t want to go outside her room, even as when her stomach grumbled for breakfast.
“Shit…”
was all the Eris muttered, as she tried to sleep once again by closing her eyes. However, she knew she exhausted all her energies to doze off; her head started aching already.
The Duchess of Braunhauer stared at the door of her room. Around this time, the owl-girl, Salis, would barge in and forcibly wake her. But no, the from her bed she could tell the entire consulate was silent. Only the sounds of the occasional paladin guard patrols would tell her that she was not dreaming.
A little pinch on her cheeks answered Eris’ questions about her reality. Yes, she was awake; though, she never wished to wake up in a reality like this…
“!!!” A set of three knocks on the door removed her focus on overthinking, and brought back the Duchess of Braunhauer to herself. She sat up, though remained on her bedside, waiting instead for the person on the other side to come in.
Another set of knocks, and Salis finally appeared. Her disheveled looks confirmed Eris’ suspicions that the owl-girl was affected by the talk yesterday. It was something every one of them had to admit: the Lord Kuro was not the same person they knew before…
“I…” Salis’ eyes were red, though the duchess couldn’t tell if it’s because she cried for the entire duration of the long sleep, or the owl-girl simply couldn’t catch a trip to dreamland.
“Are…Are you okay?” asked Eris, though she already stretched her arms to reach her beastgirl friend.
The owl-girl tried to present a brave façade by shaking her head. However, her face was contorted, in an attempt to stem tears welling in her eyes. Then, emotions finally prevailed—which was unusual of the ‘indifferent’ Salis; she fell on Eris’ arms, bawling her heart out.
As it turned out, Salis was not alone. Following her into the room were the ladies that came with their group from the Holy Palatial Gardens: Lady Henristone, Tama’lee and Nari. Save for the orc-girl, one could immediately tell their group suffered from the lack of sleep, and sadness.
“Erm…”
the paladin captain began, “I don’t…know…how to…
uhm
, to break this unto you, L-Lady Braunhauer, but…well, I guess there’s a change of plans after yesterday’s talk.”
Eris only gave a weak nod. Deep inside, she was aware of what the Lady Henristone would say.
The paladin captain continued, “I’ll send for reinforcements from the Holy Palatial Gardens, for we need to secure the safety of Her Holiness the Lady Hinwe, as well as the other elves in her company. As long as they are under the Human Saint’s land, the paladin guards will be responsible for them. Meanwhile, our group will return.”
“We haven’t seen that man in Cherwoods just yet…” Nari pointed out.
“You heard Her Holiness,” Lady Henristone reminded her. “Even the Lady Salis is sure that person is the Lord Kuro.”
There was a deafening pause after she said that. All of them could feel the heavy atmosphere that permeated the consulate since yesterday.
As for the Lady Henristone, she found it difficult to say the next words, though she knew she had to do it. “We have to…tell H-Her Holiness the Lady Madelaine the sad news…that the man we love is now an atrocious villain.”
“Yes…”
“Well,” the paladin captain tapped Eris’ shoulder. “I guess the silver lining in all that we learned is that the Lord Kuro’s still alive. Perhaps the other saints can do something about him. Let’s stay hopeful on that.”
The Duchess of Braunhauer just gave her a nod. The Lady Henristone, in an effort to console her companions, gave them head pats, before she stood to leave the room. But then, just as the paladin opened the door, they heard a commotion outside. She quickly pulled her dagger, while Tama’lee and Nari put their guards up.
Well, a few moments later, they realized that the source of the noise came from a paladin, who rushed to find the Lady Henristone. Her face was pale, and it was evident that she saw something troublesome.
“M-Milady,”
she said in-between her breaths, “th-the Marquise of Curzon requests your presence in Her Holiness the Elf Saint’s room as soon as possible!”
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E
veryone ran to Her Holiness room, only to witness the Lady Hinwe creating a scene. Her companions, the maid Meanor and her guard, Gerard, were trying to their best to restrain their mistress. The other paladins, together with the Marquise of Curzon, supported them, but the Elf Saint stubbornly resisted with her magic.
“Let me return to Cherwoods!” Lady Hinwe demanded.
“Your Holiness,” Meanor kneeled before her, almost pleading, “Your life is in danger; please consider your safety! We don’t know what goes into the mind of that man you left in the Tree Palace!”
“My
figma
doll collections!” the saint never hid her displeasure. “My laptop! All the things important to me are there!”
“Milady,”
it was Gerard. “We can always return to fetch your things, it’s just that, it’s not recommended this time. If you die, it’s all over. Those stuff you treasure might survive, but if you lost your life, those will be meaningless!”
“Damn it!”
the Elf Saint screamed, much to the shock of everyone else. “You guys don’t understand! You will never understand me! Those things in my room are worth more than my life! I don’t care what you see me as, but those doll collections are my true friends!”
“
Fuck
your
stupid
dolls, Your Holiness!” the elf guard bellowed; his face was red. “Those
bullshits
aren’t even breathing! You call those your friends? Yet they can’t do anything to protect your throne, and even so, your miserable life!”
“
Fuck
you too, Gerard!” Lady Hinwe countered, shouting at the top of her lungs. She also flashed him a
dirty finger,
almost sticking it to his face. “How dare you tell me what to do! In the first place, this is all your fault! This is all your
fucking
fault, you hear me?”
The elf guard was taken aback by the words and the gesture of his mistress. He backed off a few steps, took a deep breath, and threw his hands to the air. “I give up,” he shook his head. “Someone calm
the tits
of that useless NEET! I’m off to cool my head.”
Gerard grabbed his sword and gun, then forced his way out of the room. Seeing an opportunity to enter, Eris took her chance to calm the Elf Saint.
“What happened?” a confused Lady Henristone asked the equally-astonished consul.
“Her Holiness the Lady Hinwe keeps on demanding we let her go to Cherwoods, against the wishes of Miss Meanor and Mister Gerard,” the Marquise of Curzon scratched her head. “And personally, I think her servants’ judgment is correct, may Her Holiness forgive me.”
“Erm…”
Salis, who couldn’t believe on what she just witnessed, then raised an issue bugging her thoughts. “Wait, isn’t Her Holiness a saint? Didn’t they have a teleportation spell? Why doesn’t she use that to sneak in her tree palace, grab her things, and escape to safety before anyone can even realize she dropped a visit?”
When they heard the owl-girl’s argument, everyone’s eyes fell on the Elf Saint. But, it was Meanor who spoke for her…
“About that…” the elf maid took a deep breath before saying, “Her Holiness’ god-powers are actually—”
“I’m already weakened,” Lady Hinwe took the burden of explaining from her maid. “The god-power I have over the waters is still in me, yes. However, it is close to disappearing. You can say that I’m almost as close to an ordinary elf right now.”
There was silence after the revelation. It was only broken when the orc-girl put up another question, “
Eh?
Tama wants to know why Her Holiness the Elf Saint lost her god-powers! Why?”
Lady Hinwe replied with a sad smile, “Because my people…they lost faith in me…”
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***
T
he Saint’s Tree, Cherwoods, several eons ago…***
They say that in all the five races living in Chersea and the Other Realms, the elves and the demons were the people blessed with the longest lives. And that trait was made even longer by the innate abilities once someone inherited the god-powers, after the god, Gaius, stepped down from his heavenly authority and his powers given to the saints.
Hinwe was one of the fortunate people who received this blessing. By the elvish standards, she was already a young adult the moment she assumed the sainthood, shortly before the outbreak of the 11th Human-Demon War. In its aftermath, the god-powers froze her age; she survived her entire family, including her grand nephews and many of her immediate relatives’ descendants.
It is a lonely existence. One that led her watch everyone she knew die around her.
Still, the Elf Saint—with her newfound abilities—did her best to rule Cherwoods in place of the gods. She made sure that everything in her lands was fair and good, even the tiniest of the occasions of her people. As such, she was always invited to every celebration…and as long as her schedule permitted it.
“Your Holiness,
uh,
can I talk to you for a second?”
Hinwe got up from her place among the dignitaries of the elf wedding she attended, and came with the groom to an inner room. However, before he could speak his request, the Saint told him, “I’ve already granted your wish, Ingwer son of Ingwin. I saw in your heart your sincere desire to entertain your guests. You may find your new wine jars at the storage, along with my gifts. Bring those out and serve it; drink to your fill!”
“But Y-Your Holiness, those jars are only filled with water!”
Hinwe winked at him, “There’s nothing impossible if you have faith!”
The groom still had doubts in his heart, though he did what Her Holiness suggested. Much to his surprise, the water in those storage jars turned into wine. And not just ordinary
lightflower
wine; it was something even the most capricious and demanding of elvish wine connoisseurs would beg to have.
“Ingwer, what’s the meaning of this?” the host of his wedding party—his mother-in-law—called out to him. While she was happy about the wine, she didn’t hide her displeasure in Ingwer’s decision to keep the best for last. “Why did you bring out this excellent spirit just now?”
Bewildered by the reactions of his in-laws and their guests, the groom stared at Her Holiness for answers. Meanwhile, happy that she accomplished more than what was expected from her, Hinwe smiled and gave him her benediction.
The surplus wines from the jars are so plentiful and excellent, that Ingwer and his family sold those at a good price. He ended becoming an elf lord of Dorian because of that.
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A
s a literate elf, Hinwe not only endeavored to help her people through the god-powers. She recognized that, while the demons had been their worst enemies during the Human-Demon wars, their huge steps to progress as a society made them overtake even the humans—favored by the Lord Gaius. Under the guidance of the hero, Cassandra David, and later, her successor, the first Demon Saint, Natasha Bellingsen, the demon people received the first standardized education system in all of Chersea and the Other Realms.
And Hinwe seeks to do this to the elves as well.
But there were opposition to her plans.
“Your Holiness, while we do not disagree with your goals of giving our people the ability to read and write,” an elf lord told her during one of the ‘councils’ she held before. “We do not see the need for us and our children to be literate. For us, we are contented to know how to tame the ancient forests of Cherwoods; to plant seeds, and make them grow for us to eat, and as offerings to your benevolence!”
“Surely, that is desirable,” Hinwe countered him. “But, it’s not all the time we can pass what we know to our children through songs and music. There will be an age where bards will eventually stop singing, and wandering. And the knowledge we possess—as well as those we can learn—will only be written in books.”
“Milady,”
another elf lord had a smile on her creased face. “While we appreciate your concern for the future of our people, your youth and inexperience made you turn from our present needs. The forests of Cherwoods stood the test of time, and will always be with us. However, food is always in constant want, and we have to give priority in producing those…instead of wasting our efforts in academic pursuits.”
“I…” the Elf Saint wanted to defend her points. But as she could see into the hearts of those around her, Hinwe knew that no matter how much she’d explain, their minds were already focused on rejecting her proposals. The elves preferred they stay illiterate and live off the blessing of their lands, than focus on their society’s future, which was ‘trivial’ in their perspective.
It led for the Elf Saint to shelve her ideas. In her mind, she never thought that those attitudes would be forever; the elves would be ready for education someday…
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S
o, generations passed and new elf cities were built. Lady Hinwe’s plans to give her people an education system similar to those of the demons in the Conclave gathered dust on the shelves of her tree palace. Even Her Holiness herself forgotten its existence. However, the elves never forgot the benevolence of their saint…
“Your Holiness,” a servant came to her, just as Lady Hinwe was about to eat her lunch. “A delegation from the city of Ophir just arrived. They are asking for an audience with you, regarding their problems about the farms around their settlements.”
“Oh…?”
she brought down the spoon she held. “Lead me to them.”
“Your Holiness, the people from Elebor requests a new water golem for their lands…”
“Your Holiness, the fishers from Fenrelin seeks your help about their fish cages…”
“Your Holiness, the farmers of Rodimm wants your attention to the plight. This is about the advancing sands at the frontier regions…”
By the start of the long sleep, the Lady Hinwe could barely drag herself to her room. Exhausted to even change into her sleeping wardrobe, which required a huge effort from her, she just let her tired body fall on the bed. Her personal maidservant, Ulve (the mother of Meanor) took charge of changing her clothes.
“Good work, Y-Your Holiness,” the servant greeted her, though Ulve was careful of helping her mistress. Lady Hinwe complained her body was aching ever since entering the bedroom.
Her Holiness weakly nodded. In her mind, she just wanted to sink unto the soft embrace of her bed, and drift into dreamland.
“Please take care of your health,” Ulve told her.
“Our people need my god-powers,” the Elf Saint muttered.
“But if you keep going like this…you’ll end up abused.”
“Well…” Lady Hinwe heaved a sigh. “It is my responsibility. Although,
hmm…
yes, you’re right. I feel abused. These problems they send to me can be solved if only the elves chose to leave their prejudices behind, and learned to read.”
“Read, Your Holiness?”
“Yes…the demons…under the guidance of the hero, Cassandra David, and Lady Natasha Bellingsen, were the first people to implement standardized education in their realms. You’ve heard it, right? They have a place of learning they call the Conclave.”
“I heard it…yes.”
“They teach a lot of topics there,” the Elf Saint’s eyes were droopy, and she couldn’t keep those open for long. Her speech also turned lethargic, “Ulve…they also…know about…agriculture…”
“Your Holiness,” the servant then tucked her under the blankets. “Please, you earned your rest. Let’s talk about your ideas once you wake up.”
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W
hen was it that the Lady Hinwe stopped caring about the welfare of her people? She and Meanor would cite many instances, but at the end, it all boiled down when the elves began to notice the problem of the encroaching sands. The farmers from the city of Elebor—the first settlement on the path of the desert sands—called for the Elf Saint’s help after a failed harvest of their crops.
“I already sent several water golems to supply water,” Lady Hinwe insisted. She scooped some of the dry soil and showed it to everyone. “I believe it’s not about the water; it’s about the soil.”
“What’s wrong with the soil, Your Holiness?” the farmers, represented by the city elders, asked.
Lady Hinwe took a deep breath, before saying, “The soil here lost its fertility because of land overuse. You keep on planting crops harvest after harvest, causing for the land to ‘dry up’ of its nutrients for plants. You should’ve let it rest for a few harvests, before replanting crops.”
“Your Holiness, what are you talking about?”
“
Milords,
I’ve been warning you before of this, but you won’t listen!” she pulled a book from her bag and showed it to them. “Look, it says here that mostly every soil out there has some levels of fertility that allows plants to grow, given proper care. You abused the soil, and now the soil needs rest.”
“Where will get our food if we stopped planting?”
“Please calm down,” the Elf Saint requested. “It’s not like we can’t do anything about it. See, this book gives advice on how to regain the lost fertility of the land. And also, how to properly use it through crop rotation!”
“But Your Holiness!” the elders of Elebor were shocked to see the author’s name of the book she was reading. “That ‘Scholar Demetenne’ is a demon! How can we take advice from a despicable race?”
“It’s true that they’re our enemies before, however, the demons live in a land where it’s practically dead, or with little fertile patches. If there’s anyone in Chersea and the Other Realms who knows how to deal with problems on agriculture, it will be the demon like Scholar Demetenne! Learning from the enemy isn’t something we should be so averted about!”
“Pardon for our words, Your Holiness. Just tell us straight if you can’t help us,” the elders replied. “You may have lived long to witness the glorious deeds of the heroes in the past, but where’s your pride as an elf? Why would you choose the wisdom of those horned blasphemers, instead of actually solving your people’s problem with your god-powers?”
Lady Hinwe was taken aback by what the people of Elebor said. Still, she tried to defend herself, “My god-powers puts my authority over all that is water! How can you say to me to solve a problem that deals with land?”
“You disappoint us, Your Holiness!”
“I…I just—” Those words struck the Elf Saint like a speeding carriage. The pain in her chest—already formed after the initial exchange earlier, as well as the other incidents—grew a thousandfold as the thoughts of the people she cared for resounded in her mind.
“Useless saint!”
“Demon lover!”
“Freak!”
Those kept on repeating in her head that Lady Hinwe didn’t know how she got back in her tree palace. Her servant, Ulve, waited for her with an anxious look on her face.
“Y-Your Holiness! What…What happened to you?”
Tears fell from the Elf Saint’s eyes, and she collapsed in the arms of her servant. From that point onwards, Lady Hinwe swore to live for herself…
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T
he Holy Consulate, Mouth of Calabria Branch, the Kingdom of Calabria. Present day…***
“You really picked a convenient time that we’ll be alone to apologize, Gerard.”
The elf guard stood before the Lady Hinwe, having cooled his head and realizing the folly of his errors. Meanor glared at him, and his mistress made it clear through her tone that she took his words to her heart.
“I…I’m sorry, Your H-Holiness,” was all he could say.
“Not only did you cause me embarrassment in front of others earlier, you showed them your true colors…totally unbefitting of a member of the Life Guards.”
Gerard’s fists tightened. Deep in his heart, he only thought of the Elf Saint’s safety, though he let his emotions get the better of heat during the heat of the moment. Still, at the end, he bore the responsibilities for creating a scene earlier.
“Well…” Lady Hinwe shrugged and heaved a sigh. “You’re really
stupid,
Gerard. An
idiot,
if I’d label you.
Haa…
don’t you think I can’t read your actions? Tell you what, even when my god-powers are nearly gone, we ladies are good at giving meanings to the behavior of people around us. And I’m no exception.”
“Scary…” the guard muttered, to which the Elf Saint chuckled.
“Just like what you did last time at the inner room,” she continued, “I know you sacrificed yourself once again to draw everyone’s attention away from my unreasonable tantrums. I’d say, you’re quite good at it.”
Gerard remained silent. At least his mistress understood his intentions.
“But you know, let me be responsible for my pettiness.”
“I can’t let you do that. You’re the saint.”
“A useless saint.”
The guard clicked his tongue, “
Fuck
you, you’re not. You’re just tired, unappreciated, and misunderstood. As your servant, I take it upon myself to tell everyone that the legends about the benevolent Elf Saint is true.”
“She’s just a person from the past,” Hinwe insisted.
“And her actions long ago affected the present, and the future of Chersea and the Other Realms.”
The Elf Saint was dumbfounded. No matter what she said, Gerard always had something to counter it. “I…I applaud your faithfulness, but I don’t deserve it.”
“God damn it!”
the guard slammed his hands on the wall, much to Meanor and Hinwe’s surprise. “Will you stop belittling yourself just for
fucking
once?” He got up and fixed his weapons to his belt. “
Fuck
this; we’re not getting anywhere. I already apologized; it’s time for me to show you how far my loyalty can go!”
“Gerard where are you going?”
“You know where!” he replied. “I have to correct my mistake. I shouldn’t allow that man to represent and fight for you, Your Holiness!”
“Sir Gerard!” Meanor ran and grabbed his arm. “Please don’t complicate matters further! Let’s wait on the instructions of the Human Saint!”
“And I’m imploring you to stop!” his mistress added. “I’ve seen the error in my ways. I shall stay here until the dangers have passed.”
“
Oh?
And what will you guys do if I don’t follow your orders?” the elf tapped on his weapons, as if telling them not to worry about him—he’s armed. “Heh, if you can think you can take me on without your god-powers, Your Holiness, feel free to do so. Otherwise, I’ll leave you in the safety of this place!”
“You’re really an
asshole,
you know that?” the elf maid commented, but there was a smirk on her face.
“Yeah, yeah, I know…even before,” Gerard stuck out his tongue and middle finger. “Anyway, Mea, don’t let that NEET out of your sight. And like what I told you when I entered the service of Her Holiness’ Life Guards…I’ll wake the Lady Hinwe from her slumber!” |
Dead-end job, dead-end life.
It was his day off, but George Beckman was working from home. While his useless coworkers were out having fun, George was carrying the entire company on his back. Perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad if his talents were being rewarded. After all, he had no friends or family. Might as well live for his work. His boss, however, was a sadistic man, and one with connections in the business world. If George resigned, he knew he’d never work a good job again.
“Only three more drafts to write,” he sighed, glancing longingly at a photo of his ex-girlfriend, Kirstine. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her voice. She was shouting—Arguing, as she often did, with her parents. The three of them lived next door, and thought that she lived so close, yet was so distant from him now, ate at him.
Unable to resist, he glanced out the window. The sight of her walking up to her new boyfriend was the last straw. Something snapped inside him, and he furiously opened his desk drawer and retrieved a rope. He’d come so close a number of times, but this time, he was really going to do it.
“Fuck it all,” he grunted, throwing the rope over a support beam, but he was interrupted as a large, metal ball smashed through the window. Glass flew everywhere, and a few small shards embedded in his arm. The ball stopped in the middle of the floor, and then, with a hissing sound, cracked open.
There was a baby inside, a young girl with unnaturally large eyes. With his uninjured arm, he lifted her, and as he did so, a note fell to the ground. It read, “Please look after her for…” but the rest was smudged.
“I couldn’t…” George mumbled, causing the girl to start crying. The lightbulb above them shattered, and George instinctively shielded the baby. “I guess I don’t have a choice,” he smiled. “Perhaps you’ll give me something to live for.”
⁂
Three years passed in the blink of an eye. Iris, as he had named the girl, quickly learned to walk and talk, and she was surprisingly intelligent for her age. George knew her rapid development wasn’t normal, but he couldn’t bring himself to question it.
“I want my hat,” Iris demanded one evening as George tucked her into bed. Sighing, he handed the hat to her. It was the only piece of her baby clothes that he had kept, and it had “15” embroidered into it. Although it was too small for her now, she treasured it like a stuffed animal.
As he stood up, he noticed a videotape on the nightstand labeled “The Truth.” He had nothing else to do that night, so he went to the basement and dug up his father’s video player.
To his dismay, it was a sex tape, starring Kirstine and her new boyfriend. He was furious and sick at the same time. He leaned forward to turn it off, but stopped when he noticed the date in the corner. He and Kirstine had still been dating at the time.
On the tape, Kirstine said something George couldn’t make out, then her new boyfriend slapped her across the cheek.
“Don’t even think about it,” he threatened. “I won’t just upload your videos. I got dirt on George too.”
It wasn’t true, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that Kirstine thought it was true. Her new “boyfriend” was blackmailing her, and she was trying to protect George.
He pulled the tape from the player and ran outside. His only thought now was to apologize to Kirstine, and because of this, he forgot that he had found such an obscene tape in his daughter’s bedroom.
Stumbling over to Kirstine’s window, he found the room dark. She wasn’t there. Doubtlessly, she was with her new boyfriend.
“I was never there for you,” he sobbed, collapsing to his knees and covering his face with grass as he cried.
Iris watched from her bedroom. She didn’t know why George was crying, but she wanted nothing more than to run to him and hug him. She didn’t though, as she worried she was somehow responsible for his sadness.
After a few minutes, George stood up, and Iris flopped back down into bed, pretending to be asleep. George returned to her room and watched her sleep with a smile on his face. The world was cruel, but there was still good. Iris had given him a reason to live, and he would do everything he could to protect her from the kinds of cruelties he had suffered.
As he was reflecting upon this, he saw Kirstine’s boyfriends car pull up next door. Kirstine got out and walked into the house. His anger reignited, but he paused. He wanted to punch the scumbag, but he knew if he let it go, he could live in peace with his daughter. Did he want to be the better man?
“Nah!” he said to himself, running outside. Kirstine was returning to the car, her parents shouting after her. The boyfriend snuffed a cigarette and climbed back into the driver’s seat. George was too late.
“COME BACK HERE RIGHT—” Kirstine’s father shouted as the car drove off. He huffed, knowing his daughter hadn’t listened to a word he said, then turned to go back inside, only to find George standing on his lawn. “Oh, George. Were we bothering you again?”
“I’ve gotten used to it,” George sighed, “but it appears the other neighbors haven’t. Maybe we could talk inside?”
“Of course,” Kirstine’s father replied. “What brings you here?”
George racked his brain for an excuse. He didn’t want to explain why he suddenly felt the need to punch Kirstine’s boyfriend’s lights out. Her parents didn’t deserve to be burdened with the truth.
“Parenting advice,” George said sheepishly. “Iris is three now, and I keep making mistakes.”
“You’d come to us for advice, knowing how Kirstine turned out?”
“Figure that might have given you some ideas on what not to do,” George smiled.
“I oughta hit you for that,” Kirstine’s father said, a smile on his own face, “but you’re right. Come on in.”
As George followed the man into his house, he could feel the hatred slowly leaving his body. Maybe living peacefully as a father wouldn’t be so bad after all.
⁂
Another eight years passed. Iris was now eleven years old, and her father was feeling less miserable. Despite being a single parent, he made sure that his daughter could have a perfect life. They moved out of the house, away from Kirstine, into a bigger house that George’s cousin left him.
Work continued to be dreadful, and four-year-old Iris had urged him to resign. He’d resisted at first, wanting to provide a stable income for his daughter, but when she pointed out he had enough savings to last them for years, he bit the bullet and started his own business. At first, his old boss pulled every trick in the book to ensure George failed, but a string of good luck, and some sage advice from Iris, kept the clients coming in.
There were ups and downs, but George had to admit it had been worth it. He couldn’t shake the feeling, however, that his success was all due to his unusual daughter pulling the strings.
One day, Iris asked if he would drive her to her friend, Avery’s, house. This had become a common occurrence, and George thought nothing of it. Iris always made sure to make the appropriate arrangements with Avery’s parents ahead of time.
Not long after he returned home, the phone rang. It was Avery’s father.
“Hey George. Can you tell Iris that we might be a little late returning home, and that she should come at another time? … Hello? George?”
George dropped the phone and rushed back to his car. Something felt wrong. There had been lights on in Avery’s house. The lights were still on, but the doors were locked. George ran around to the back of the house, hoping the back door was open, when he spied Kirstine and her boyfriend through the window. Neither of them were looking in his direction.
“Get out of the way,” the boyfriend demanded.
“This is kidnapping,” Kirstine protested. “We could go to prison.”
“I’d rather take my chances with the cops than the mob,” the boyfriend shot back. “They know we’re together. If I don’t pay up, they’ll come after you. We both know George has the money, so outta my way.”
As Kirstine stepped aside, she noticed George. Her eyes went wide, then she dropped her gaze and nodded slightly towards the back. George ran as fast as he could, and Kirstine unlocked the door for him.
“They’re in the basement,” she whispered.
“Make the call. Tell him to pay us 99% of his savings, or he’ll never see you again.” As he creeped down the stairs, George heard the boyfriend threatening Iris.
“I know everything about you,” Iris replied. “You’re the one who stole her from my dad!”
“Served him right,” the boyfriend laughed. “He’s been nothing but a nuisance since high school, and—”
Iris kicked him in the shin as hard as she could, causing the man to yelp in pain.
“Looks like you need to learn your place,” he growled, raising his hand to smack Iris.
“No!” George yelled, jumping at the man, but the man caught George and pinned him to the ground.
“Well, well, if it isn’t the piggy bank himself. Nice of you to come!” He placed his foot on George’s hand and demanded money, but George shook his head. “Shame,” the man said. “Guess I have to hurt you for real.” He reached for a crowbar on the ground.
“Don’t!” screamed Kirstine, throwing herself at the man, but he backhanded her and brought the crowbar down on George’s head.
The world spun for George. The last thing he saw was Iris, fear and shock writ large upon her face. She was looking right at him, looking at him lying limp on the ground, and George could swear he saw hair spurting from her skin. Her muscles grew larger. The ropes holding her snapped, and she let out a ravenous roar.
Then George lost consciousness.
⁂
“Dad! Dad! You’re finally awake!”
Iris’s voice was the first thing George heard upon coming to. He was no longer in the basement, but it took him a moment to realize he was in a hospital.
“How long was I out?” he groaned.
“Three years,” Iris answered. She handed him a newspaper showing that Kirstine’s boyfriend had been arrested for blackmail, assault, attempted murder, kidnapping and sexual assault. Police never found the wild animal that mauled him within an inch of his life.
“I want to apologize to you,” Iris said.
“What for?”
Iris hesitated. Learning the truth had already once driven her adopted father to the brink of despair, but he had recovered. Perhaps he could be trusted with the whole truth. No, he deserved it. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a VHS tape and held it out to him, her arm trembling.
George gasped. He hadn’t seen the tape since that fateful night. “How did you find this?”
“I’m… the one who gave it to you in the first place. I was trying to help, but I guess I only made things worse.”
“You didn’t,” George said, hugging his daughter close to him. “Sure, I was devastated, but you saved me. You’re the most important thing in my life. Next to that, my past doesn’t matter.”
Iris hugged her father back. When next she spoke, she was choking back tears. “I didn’t know I was that important to you. That makes what I’m about to say next even harder. I… will have to leave on my fifteenth birthday. Our time together is almost up.”
“What are you talking about?” George asked.
“I’m not… human.”
“I know,” George said after a lengthy pause. “I’ve always known, but I guess I didn’t want to face that reality. Even so, we can still be together. I won’t let—”
“No,” Iris interrupted him. “My kind must roam the galaxy when we come of age. I can’t stay, and I can’t take you with me either, but if you try to keep me here, I will wither and die.”
“I…” George croaked. “I always knew you’d grow up some day, and that you’d do great things, but travel to space? To experience new worlds and new wonders? What kind of a father would I be if I held you back?”
“You’re a great father,” Iris sobbed, hugging him tight. “Don’t you ever doubt that. You’ve done more for me than I deserve, and I promise to make the most of our time together.”
“And when the time comes, I promise to see you off with a smile.”
⁂
They both kept their promises. That’s not to say there weren’t ups and downs, but for the most part, they spent the next year in happiness. Iris had somehow managed to keep George’s business alive while he was unconscious, and she helped him retake the reins after he left the hospital. For his part, he was a devoted, loving father, and not in an Usagi Drop way. He spent every spare moment with her, often taking her on trips to see as much of what Earth had to offer as possible.
He never saw Kirstine again. While he was out, she had managed to turn her life around, and was now a moderately successful author. She wasn’t famous, but she was earning a living, and she had reconciled with her parents. Not long after he recovered, she sent him a letter, asking if perhaps he wanted to pick up where they left off, but he could only respond with an apology. Even after learning the truth, he had hardly lifted a finger to help her, choosing to pursue his own happiness instead. He didn’t regret being there for Iris, but neither could he ignore the choices he and Kirstine had both made.
But life offered many opportunities to start over. Iris had taught him that. Even if neither Iris nor Kirstine would be with him in the future, he knew he could find something to live for if he looked hard enough. He’d been so lucky to have a purpose thrust into his arms with Iris. Not everyone was so lucky. Perhaps, after Iris left, he would devote himself to helping others find their purposes.
After all, we are all visitors in each others’ lives, constantly saying our greetings and farewells, and we can bring light or darkness to those we visit. From now on, George hoped, he would bring only light. |
*
* *
Volcanoes. They are heralded as a wonder of nature, and also a deadly force to be reckoned with. Their earth, infused and enriched by lava, makes plants thrive, but this dangerous liquid also stops any hope for a living habitat.
Well,
usually
this would be the case.
Unknown to most of the world, there is all but one tribe that can sustain itself even amidst that hellish landscape. And not even the dangerous, yet rich volcanic soil. This tribe hides deep within the volcano itself, down under the guzzling lava from the mountaintop.
Take a long, good look at this cavern. Its arch is taller and sturdier than most constructions you’d normally see. You are correct if you guess this is a sign of an artificial structure. This right here is the entrance to this mysterious tribe, who’s only known as the fabled “Children of the Fire God”.
No one really knows who or what this “Fire God” the tribe worships actually is. And today, we will finally unveil the hidden truth.
… Did you hear that? A faint voice from within the cave. Come. Let us venture forward.
—
And there it is. Just look at that absolutely majestic scenery. Hidden deep within the cavern lies this massive, massive town. This spectacle surely is something else. Who would have thought that there would actually be a sky here? A real, blue sky just like any other! And this is the inside of a cave! In a volcano, too!
That's practically impossible. But this isn't some kind of magic trick, either.
After all, if you think about it, a volcano’s top is similar to a well. Looking up from the bottom, the sky would certainly be visible. But I expected it to be smaller, more… imprisoned. While this vast, absolutely breathtaking sky says otherwise.
No, literally. Look, there it is. A steam cloud that says “otherwise” over a chimney.
That right there brings us to the main attraction of this town. It all operates on steam. If you come down here, you can immediately smell the fresh air. It is unbelievably clean. While on the surface, the rise of coals has turned the industrial revolution into a horrid destruction of the environment, down here, with the volcano’s natural heat, this tribe has managed to gather the full power of steam.
Check out the general surroundings. The buildings, specifically.
*Clang* *Clang*
Listen to that metallic sound. Makes you feel like a kid in a toy shop, don’t you think?
But yes, these buildings are completely made from steel and iron compounds. They have a wonderful charm as if they were made by the hands of man for some other purpose than that of sheltering life. The ironwork is most elaborate indeed, with great domes and spires like those of old Gothic cathedrals
And this makes perfect sense too - a volcano is also a natural forge. Iron and other mineral chunks are formed from the pressure and heat this fiery mountain brings, so, it would only be natural that its people use them to their fullest potential. However, steam makes iron pipes and chimneys rust very quickly, so it’s still a mystery how they could preserve items like this. Hopefully, at the end of our journey, we will see to the bottom of it.
The town looks to be laid out on an east-west axis. It has four main roads leading north, south, east, and west; all of which lead to the central square, where a town’s hall-lookalike building resides. Most of these streets are covered by a thick layer of ash and gravel. The eruptions must have taken a heavy toll on these people…
Huh? Animals, you ask? There doesn’t seem to be any nearby?
Of course, this is easy to understand, since this is still the inside of a volcano, as hard to believe as it is. The people here might be exceptional cases, but animals are certainly not. Though, one has to wonder how these people actually adapted to this environment. Do they develop special skin and sweat glands? Do they cover themselves in special protective clothing? Perhaps steam power might be an option here?
Whatever the case may be, right now, it's time to get down to business. And since this place is almost entirely made of metal, it seems likely that this is where we will find the answer to our quest.
*Clack*
Oh? What’s this? What an… odd contraption. It’s cylindrical, and yet it has these… legs. Four of them, to be exact. No head, though. And this body… It looks like solid steel. How intriguing. And these… bottles? To its sides, too. Judging by how there’s faint smoke around this machine, this has to be steam-powered as well.
Oh. The contraption stops and falls over. How odd. It must have ceased to function, but how exactly it functions remains a mystery… Does it have anything to do with this small slot?
It’s not much, but this is our first clue. Now, let's take a closer look at this contraption…
*Clack* *Clack*
Look! Up in the air! There’s another one!
This one doesn’t have any legs though. From the looks of it, this one has a pair of wings. But just look at the way they flap! Such detailed movements are almost identical to real birds!
… Wait.
Of course. It all makes sense now. No animals can survive in this harsh land, so the locals here must have created these machines to replicate them! These designs are truly revolutionary! It can bring automation on the surface to a whole new level! If only we can find out how they work…
*Thump*
Footsteps, it seems. Look over there. It’s a local.
No, not yet. We might not know if they’re hostile or not. We should just observe them from afar for now.
It is a surprise to see an actual native. However, he… how to say this… doesn’t look too much like someone you’d imagine hailing from a mystical volcanic tribe.
His clothes, for instance, are mostly leather, complete with boots (and there seems to be this… spike-thing attached to the heel), a vest jacket, gloves, and a belt. This fine gentleman, in particular, wears a large-rim hat and a scarf along his neck. Disregarding the Texan look, how would this kind of wardrobe fit in this climate? Could it be that this costume is in fact some sort of protective gear? One that allows him to stay cool even when exposed to the heat?
His face is as red as a tomato, though. It seems like whatever function that outfit provides, it doesn’t really help him regulate his body temperature.
He looks like he’s petting one of those gadgets. So the hypothesis was true after all! They made these machines to replace animals! This small four-legged one must be modeled after a dog, while the flying one is surely a bird! Now, it would be amazing if we could see something like a cow or a horse…
*Honk*
What a stroke of luck! That must be the horse replacement… wait, uh… Doesn’t it look… kind of like a car?
Cars are still quite a rare sight on the surface, but that design is undoubtedly that of a car. That wide, rectangular space enough to fit many people at once. Those doors with handles on the sides. And they even have curved slots for wheels! This thing doesn’t even have wheels! It has legs! Really, really long legs, by the way, but still legs!
And those two things sticking out from its back… Those are probably its engines! Wow! Just look at how it moves! It may not look the part, but those movements are definitely horse-like!
Sweet heavens, the people on the car-horse thing! They have guns! All of them, guns in their hands! But that man doesn’t look scared at all! How can he remain calm in this life-or-death situation?
Wait! He’s reaching for the leather box on his belt! It's natural for Texans, of course! Everyone has guns there!
Hold on… wait, no, that’s not a gun. Are those… cards? They look like they’re made out of… cardboard. And then there are all these holes in them, too…
Yes! Yes, I understand everything now! Amazing! Truly amazing! Those are punch cards! You know, that trend of artificial intelligence going about! I can’t believe this secluded place has developed a technological civilization advanced enough for punch cards!
OHHHH! The slots on the animals! They’re meant for the punch cards! These people have actually done it! The ultimate goal for our surface world to achieve - the creation of artificial life - they’ve done it!
Well, technically speaking, they’re not actual lifeforms. The punch cards can only allow them to follow specific sequences of orders. But this is still a revolutionary discovery!
But… what is the man doing with those punch cards? Is he going to command the animals with the punch cards to stop the armed men? Does he have punch cards specifically for this situation? Because if that’s the case, then…
Oh… He just… throws out the cards… and punches them in the face. Well, he’s doing a pretty darn good job though! Look at that uppercut! The side punch! Straight! C’mon, knock their socks off! Woo!
But things are getting a bit too violent, it seems. Teeth are already flying, not to mention all the liquids. The man looks like he’s satisfied too.
Uh, the man is… he’s laughing?!
Well, that can be taken as a good sign.
Wait… is he…
Is he looking at us?
Oh no oh no oh god oh the Queen above I don’t wanna die I don’t wanna die–
“Quick, take this camera and get away from this place as fast as possible. If you see my wife and children on the surface, tell them I–”
*flick* |
Once in a blue moon, a traveler would pass through Yates’ Holler with “news'' about some fantastic machine that they had seen in the faraway cities of the North—a dirigible with wings that flapped like a bird, for instance, or a train that could make it from one side of the country to the other in time for tea, or a tiny box that could calculate a year’s payroll in the blink of an eye. Silas McKenzie did not pay these fellows any attention, because he knew that most likely they were trying to fool the simpletons of the Valley for a laugh, and he was wise to hucksters. Whatever fantastic technology they had in the cities, it simply did not exist in Yates’ Holler—the only exception was the occasional glimpse of a cigar-shaped machine passing overhead, belching clouds of billowy white steam.
In the forty-seven years that he had been alive, Silas never expected that one of these travelers would turn up at his front door on an ordinary April morning.
“Good morning. Is Mr. McKenzie in?” The stranger wore the ostentatious fashions that marked him as an outsider to these parts—a neat, double-breasted blue-gray overcoat, a top hat that had to extend two feet in the air over slicked-back raven hair, and bits of metal and gears hanging from one of his arms. The dress of city folk was inscrutable to Silas.
“You’re looking at him. What brings you around these parts, sir?” Silas replied in his drawl, buzzy as a tightly-wound banjo string.
“I represent the Bureau of Agriculture, Mr. McKenzie. Your household has been selected as a recipient of a grant of an Edison Model 3C Industrial Automaton—the latest in advanced agricultural technology—”
“Hold it right there.” Silas’ eyelid twitched slightly. “Now, we may be poor, but we sure ain’t desperate. And we damned sure don’t need no government assistance.”
“Now, dear. This man came all this way. You could stand to listen to him.” Silas had not realized that his wife, Carrie, a matron of thirty-eight, and six children had all filed out on the front porch of his homestead beside him.
“Thank you very much, ma’am. Now, this Industrial Automaton, as I was saying, is a fine piece of technology—does the work of ten men. Over 1,000 movements, but simple enough for anyone to repair, and it runs on household fuel such as kindling so you never have to wind it.” The bureaucrat gave a brief pause, before opening his parted lips, a voice commanding in tone. “ Automaton, charge yourself”.”
Silas heard the din of a million whirring gears before he noticed the machine standing next to the city-slicker. The sight of it made a lump grow in his throat—the thing had the shape of a man, but it was not one. He was unable to describe how exactly it was unnatural, but he knew as soon as he saw it. Perhaps it was that smooth, gleaming white outer shell, disappearing at the joints to reveal shining brass gears and wiring, or the unblemished face, the unblinking sky-blue eyes, the “hair” in a too-bright shade of yellow that never moved in the wind, or perhaps it was the way that the machine’s abdomen opened, revealing a burning furnace which it placed a lump of coal from the city man’s hand into.
“Now, Mr. McKenzie, like you just saw, this Automaton responds to verbal commands. It recognizes at least 35 dialects of English—mighty fine engineering if I do say so myself. Why don’t you try it out—”
Silas’s reply was sharp. “Sir, get that thing off my property.”
He ignored his wife’s shocked yelp and apology to the man. Carrie put politeness over common sense, and it was his job to overrule her in situations like this. In due time, she would understand what a bullet she had dodged.
“Papa, can’t you just try it?”
Silas immediately turned away in embarrassment upon hearing the soft voice. He could ignore his wife, and his five sons, but for whatever reason, he always felt blameworthy when it came to Emily, and his only daughter was staring at him with big, pleading, apple-green eyes.
Silas turned back to the city slicker, quickly saying, “I suppose once won’t hurt. Automaton, go plow the corn fields.”
The machine snapped its doll-like head to Silas upon hearing its name, and then turned and proceeded toward the barn in the distance, with a column of black smoke billowing from its rear, filling the air with the sounds of metal as it went.
As his wife sent the stranger on his way with some cornbread and fatback in a cloth napkin, Silas smirked under his breath. No man or machine would be able to plow one foot of his five acres without the horses, and they were in their stables, locked up. Perhaps the machine would break down in the fields.
It was better that way.
An afternoon and evening passed without any sign of the Automaton.
The next morning, Silas woke up at the rooster’s crow, the same as usual. Today, he and his sons would actually till the earth, and he would have a good laugh at the Automaton’s broken husk in the fields.
As Silas exited his home, he stopped dead in his tracks.
The sunrise illuminated five acres of perfectly furrowed soil, stretching as far as the eye could see.
Could it have been the machine that had done this? No, it was quite impossible. It would have taken Silas and his sons a week to plow this much, even with the horses.
One Automaton couldn’t have…
Beside him, the machine placed a piece of firewood from the pile next to the home into its abdominal oven. Next to it was the cast-iron plow.
Silas shot the Automaton a hateful look before going off to fetch the seed. If that machine had truly done that much, it was efficient—but it was still unnerving.
A month later, the barren soil had turned into an ocean of yellow stalks, and Silas, returning from hoeing the weeds to rest for a minute, found his sons Elmer and Hezekiah lying down on the porch, basking in the sun.
“What are you two doing, lazing around like that?” Silas cried. He knew his sons understood that if they did not clear the weeds from the young stalks in time, the corn would die, and that meant less food for the winter, so he could not for the life of him figure out why they were relaxing without a care in the world.
“We was working, Pa,” Hezekiah drawled, “but that Automawhatsit’s going way faster than us, and it does it better, too.” He pointed a crooked finger out toward the fields.
There, Silas saw the Automaton, bent over, billowing white steam, clearing the weeds from each stalk of corn with surgical precision, faster than he had ever seen any man do.
It might have been an understatement to say that the machine did the work of ten men. Some days it seemed like it worked as hard as twenty. It never stopped to rest or eat—instead, it continued to work in the blazing midday sun, the frosty night, and the pouring rain. Silas still stubbornly headed out to the fields each day, but one by one his sons stopped following him.
Soon after, Silas’s wife did not wake up with him at the crack of dawn. In the time that it took Carrie to stoke the oven’s fire, the machine had already milked the cow and collected the eggs from the henhouse.
Nonetheless, Silas still continued to stubbornly march to the fields every day, but it was a losing battle. In the time it took him to reap one bushel, the Automaton collected seven. In the autumn, when it came time to bring the hogs in from pasture, he spent a whole day chasing and trapping a single one, while the Automaton had already captured and slaughtered three with axe strokes too precise for human hands.
Silas scoffed at his sons’ laziness, but it was his daughter that he worried about. Emily was fascinated with the machine. He would catch her examining it at random times during the day, and he warned her that no good came from the thing, but as soon as he turned away she would be back.
Seasons became years, and the McKenzie sons moved away. Now there were more Automatons in the valley by the banks of the Nolichucky, advanced ones that could speak and no longer erupted with smoke as they worked. Silas still stubbornly sowed every spring and reaped every autumn, but his kind was a dying breed.
Emily had grown into a beautiful young lady, and suitors would come from as far as Rutledge and Unicoi, and even North Carolina, to court her, but she refused them all. Her mind was filled with thoughts of that machine. Her mother and father told her that the only things that she needed to know were the Good Book and housekeeping, but her mind was set on machinery.
When Emily turned sixteen, Silas made a deal with a friend over one too many glasses of whiskey—his daughter would marry one of his friend’s younger sons, joining their farms together. The next day he and Carrie found Emily’s bed cold, with a note left in it. She had run away to New York, she wrote because she wanted to be a mechanic and build things like the Automaton. That night, for the first time in three decades, Silas McKenzie broke down in tears.
Silas continued to go to the fields each day, because that was all he had ever known, but instead of all his sons, his only company was the Automaton and its mechanical hum. In a way, he had grown to find the noise of whirring gears and clanking steps oddly comforting. Where Silas’s hands had grown aged and weary, the Automaton continued its work in the same precise way it had the very first day it came to the McKenzie homestead—never speaking, never blinking, never stopping.
Another decade passed.
Now almost all the families in Yates’ Holler had left—well-dressed men from the cities with their flying machines and their stilt walkers and their mechanical arms had come door-to-door, offering to buy the properties of the Buchanans and the Cargills and the Kinneys, and the McKenzie sons, with more money than the simple country folk, had ever seen in their lives. The sounds of Appalachian life were replaced with the constant din of Industrial Automatons working in the fields of burley tobacco, day in and day out. The only holdout was Silas McKenzie. The investors from the city had come by, and offered him hundreds—thousands, even, but he had refused them all because he was born in Yates’ Holler, and he was stubborn enough to swear before God as a witness that he would die in it as well.
One cold December evening, when Silas and Carrie had long given up hope of seeing their children again, a knock came at the door. There stood a young woman. Her auburn hair was shorter than what Silas remembered, and she was dressed in the finery of the city, but her eyes were the same brilliant apple-green.
Before Emily could finish saying, “Ma, Pa, how I’ve missed you,” they had both embraced her.
Over supper, she told them about how work had dried up in the city, and she had traveled back south to look for jobs fixing agricultural Automatons. She asked about the old machine that was still whirring away, fetching the ham from the smokehouse, and Silas only replied, “It’s fine as ever.” That night was a celebration because their lost child had returned.
Two days later, Carrie could not leave her bed, and then Emily fell sick as well. As bright red spots started to creep up their necks, Silas, in a panic, rushed to the home of old Doc Brunson, only to find it dark and dilapidated.
The doctor had moved away many years before.
Silas continued to wake and stroke the hearth in the place of Carrie, but his headache grew worse, and soon he became weak to the point that he could barely move two steps without gasping for air. He knew he had to care for his wife and daughter, but he no longer had the strength.
Outside, the Automaton continued to go about its daily tasks, the same as usual.
Silas awoke to find Carrie’s body cold and stiff. Emily was pallid as well, with her beautiful face twisted in a hideous expression and covered by so many red blotches that Silas was barely sure that the corpse was even his daughter.
With all the strength that he could muster, Silas dragged himself downstairs and stepped out of the house into the bitter cold, where the Automaton was loading another log into its central furnace.
His mind twisted in fury.
It was all the thing’s fault.
If it had never existed, his boys would still be with him, Emily never would have left for the city, and his family would still be together, happily sharing the dinner table after a hard day’s work.
He stole over to the woodpile with ragged breaths, grabbing the axe and leaning against it. The Automaton did not react to his presence.
“YOU INFERNAL MACHINE!” Silas screamed, swinging the axe with all his might, chopping the Automaton’s mannequin head off as smoothly as it slaughtered the hogs.
Then, Silas collapsed face-down on the cold ground.
The log burned to cinders in the Industrial Automaton’s central furnace, and slowly, with the sound of gears whirring, the machine stirred, taking a single heavy footstep, then another.
It went forth to its labor until the evening and retired, awaiting the day that was to come. |
“Next stop: Honeycomb Mountain” says a feminine voice through the intercom.
Taking a look at my watch, it looks to be ten minutes before noon. I’m a bit behind schedule, but looking at the clear blue skies, I’d say I’m just in time.
The two mechanical horses pulling this carriage whine and snort, as their joints made of shimmering chrome spring to life for departure. Blue fluorescent lights seep between each of the chrome segments, as both steeds begin to hover midair. A cool gentle breeze rushes past me, as the carriage gets closer to the snow peaked mountain.
“Are you excited Jeremy?” Asks my pink haired assistant, Karina, as she appears in the HUD of my brainlink at the corner of my eye. “I heard the view is gonna be amazing this high up.”
I nod my head. “They for sure don’t spare any expense when it comes to transportation. I’m surprised they even invited me.”
Honey Industries is one of the three major conglomerates that control our city, so it’s surprising that they chose me to participate in this game. When I got the letter, I almost couldn’t believe it with my own eyes. After seeing that wax honeycomb seal on the front, I thought it was some sort of prank, but when I opened it I knew it was legit.
“By the way Jeremy, I’ve been searching the web and I haven't been able to find any info on what this game is. It seems no one is talking about it.” Karina explains with a bit of regret.
“Heh, don't sweat it! This is Honey Industries we’re talking about here. Besides, we’re almost there anyway.” I say as the carriage pulls up next to a long wooden bridge.
I tap the side of my head, minimizing Karina’s window from the corner of my eye. As the two steeds winded down to a halt, two robots walked up to my carriage.
“Greetings, Welcome to Honeycomb Mountain.” the female looking one greets, as the male stands next to her. “My name is Honeybot.”
“And my name is Beedroid. Would you like any help taking your luggage?” he asks, putting his mechanical hand forward. Nodding my head, the two of them proceed to take the little luggage I did bring from the seat next to me.
Looking around, I see what Karina meant by the view. Seeing the snow covered forest from this high up, it looks almost like something out of a dream. Even the smaller mountains in the distance seem to go on forever. I feel like I’m at the top of the world.
“Jeremy, was it?” Asks the female robot, looking at me for confirmation.
I give her a nod. “Um, where am I supposed to go from here?”
“Do not worry, Jeremy. We shall lead you to your room.” she says with a bow, as she picks up the last of my bags.
The two of them walk towards the idyllic chalet, as the wooden bridge creaks ever so slightly beneath us. I take a deep breath, I suppose this is it. Let’s see what Honey Industries has in store for me.
The moment they open the wooden door, I’m greeted by the crackling of a fireplace in the corner. Next to it is a large couch with a small coffee table sitting in front of it, hitting me with a sense of warmth I wasn’t expecting.
“Right this way sir.” instructs the male robot as he walks towards the stairs.
As we make our way up the stairs, I notice two doors on the second floor, but HoneyBot opens one before I could question what’s behind it. Inside is a massive bed with a sizable flat screen sitting on the wall opposite of it, which means this must be my room. As the two robots sit my luggage down on the floor, I scratch my head. For a game, I was expecting a bit more suspense, but this feels more like a vacation.
“Well now Mr.Chen, preparation for the game will start in an hour. Please take your time to get yourself settled in.” BeeDroid explains to me as blue lights flicker in his eyes. “When you check your brainlink, you will see a sum of currency, courtesy of Honey Industries.”
With a blink, I open the pop-up notification before me. Numerous little honeycombs burst from the envelope in a short animation, as the amount accumulates into the tens of thousands.
“What’s all of this for?” I ask them, noticing that I now have thirty thousand of this currency.
HoneyBot steps forward. “This is the currency you will be using for the game, but if you find that the amount does not suit, do not worry. You will be rewarded more for each objective you complete during the game.”
Oh sweet, now this is what I’m talking about! Finally things are getting interesting.
“We have also installed the two applications you’ll need on your brainlink. One is the shop, while the other is a map. Although the map will not open until the game begins.” BeeDroid continues to explain, as both applications pop into my eyes. “If you have more questions, we have also provided you with a contact.”
“Unfortunately, we now must take our leave. May your stay on Honey Mountain be sweet, dear visitor!” HoneyBot says before heading through the door.
As I sit down on the bed, Karina pops up.
“You should probably check out the shop!”
“You don't have to tell me twice!” I chuckle while opening up the shop.
Each of the items on sale are weapons and equipment, which comes as a bit of surprise. What catches my eye is the yellow bee rifle and pistol, but they’ll cost almost as much as I have. I’m not sure what I’ll be using these for, but if these are supposed to be used in the game I guess I should buy them.
“Thank you for your purchase! Your order will be delivered shortly.” The application says right before closing it.
“Jeremy, you should probably get some rest. The game should be starting in twenty minutes.” Karina says, pointing to the clock in my room.
“Yeah, I guess I should-”
“Delivery!” Shouts someone from outside.
As I leave my room. I hear a knock coming from the front door. When I opened it, I saw a brown box sitting in the snow on the steps, but nobody was there. Grabbing the box, I place it on the coffee table and rip off the tape. Inside it is the exact rifle and pistol I ordered, along with a little note underneath that says “standard supplies”. Reaching around inside, I realize that along with more ammo there are two ammo belts with what looks like grenades.
“Are you sure this is safe?” Karina asks with a whisper, as I examine the yellow jacket colored grenade in my hand.
The doorbell rings again, only this time the person isn’t announcing their presence. Something feels off. I grab onto the pistol with my left hand, and carefully walk up the door. As I reach to open the door, I can feel myself shaking as I open it.
“Hello, my name is Grace! What’s yours?” Shouts an over excited girl on the other side of the door.
“Oh, hello… My name is Jeremy. Are you more of the staff that works here on Honey Mountain?” I ask her with a sigh of relief. With how chipper she’s acting, she doesn’t look to be trouble.
“No, I’m one of the winners! Isn’t Honeycomb Mountain beautiful? I hear it snows like this all year round!”
“Yeah, that's exactly what I heard too.” I laugh in response, nearly getting caught up in her exuberance. “So, uh, what business do you have here?”
“Oh, nothing really! I thought that since our cabins are so close to each other, that maybe I’d introduce myself.” Grace says with a bright smile.
I laugh. “Well isn’t that nice of you!”
“Yeah, you should really buzz off!”
“Huh, what-” I manage to say before-
“Jeremy!” Karina shouts.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Sporadic buzzing fills the air, but eventually calms. When I open my eyes, Grace is lying down in the snow, covered in chunks of golden honey. What even-
“Jeremy, are you okay?!” Karina asks in panic.
“Karina, did you?”
“Yes, I took over your brain functions and shot her in response. As your AI assistant, my duty is your safety!”
I stare the bee pistol in my hand and back at the young girl lying in the snow. I killed someone. I really killed another human being, but why was she trying to-
“Congratulations on your first kill, here are your credits!” The shopping app announces through my brainlink, as a sum of credits are added to the balance amount. “Don’t forget that racking up more kills guarantees more money! Happy hunting visitor!”
“There’s no way, the game is a-”
“Hello, Honeycomb Mountain! The first round of this year's annual death game has started!” Shouts a young man wearing a yellow suit with black stripes, on the holographic screen that just appeared above me. “And it looks like we already have our first blood, the contestants this year sure are eager!”
I kneel down into the snow and start to puke. What is all of this?
The announcer continues.“Well seeing as he’s already started, all further instructions will be sent via brainlink. Remember to stay on your toes and get yourself into even stickier situations, and without further ado, let the games begin!” |
“Alice, don’t worry, your brother will guarantee you get better, okay”
“Mathew, mom said this trip is dangerous…” She coughs twice. “You should stay here an-”
“Hey, I’ll be fine. The ocean can’t hurt me. I’ll be back soon.”
“But-”
“C’mon. Have I ever lied to you?”
I wake up from my dreams.
“Eat up kid.”
I turn and see the ship’s carpenter hand me a sack.
“Do you really have to wake me up so early, Vincent…?”
“Hurry, we got work to do. There’s an ugly looking storm approaching”
I reach for it. I sit and place it on my lap. I untie the knot to reveal a small salted fish, a piece of bread, and butter.
“Why’s a kid as young as you here anyways?”
“Why do you care?”
“You remind me of my son.” Vincent sighs, “he always tackled too much… well he used to…”
“Oh…” We stay quiet for a moment “I’ll be fine”
“I’ll make sure of it” Vincent pats my shoulder and moves to the deck.
Those were the last words I heard Vincent tell me. I lift my head from my knees as I sit on the beach. Two of the crew members pull Vincent away from a large wooden stake that impaled his chest. The others are hauling the supplies out of the wrecked ships, moving other casualties, and setting up a campsite.
“You’ve done enough sulkin’, get a move on or you ain’t getting nothin’ to eat. Go help bring out the weapons. If we’re in America, there’s bound to be some savages who’ll attack.”
I get up and wipe the sand off my trousers. Before helping them, I go to Vincent’s body. I remove the sword he had around his waist. He told me his son forged this for him. I don’t know much about swords, but it looks like a beautifully crafted blade to my untrained eyes. I secure the sheath to my belt and insert the sword. I dash to help out the others.
Soon the darkness encompasses the sky and most of the survivors are sitting around campfires. Out of six hundred passengers, roughly four hundred survived. Twenty-five researchers, a hundred of the crew, seventy-five of us are hired-help like me that the researchers needed, and the rest are other people going to America for their own reasons.
“If my father was here, what would he do?”
A group of men come back after being gone for four hours and enter the captain's tent.
“Captain, I don’t think we arrived in America,” I hear them.
“Whaddaya mean?” The captain asks.
“This may be an island. We found a town but we didn’t investigate because it was too dark. We can set out again early in the morning.”
“Alright, round up some of the crew and some of those researchers to investigate.”
My chest feels heavy. “My father loved to take adventures… I always wanted to join him… I’m afraid I can’t anymore.” I wipe a tear from my eye. “I guess I’ll tag along.” I lean on a crate and close my eyes to get some rest.
I open my eyes and see some of the crew getting things ready before the sun rises. I get up and make sure I have my belongings. Small travel rations, a container of water, and Vincent’s sword. I approach the crew as they’re gathering people.
“What do you want, kid?”
“I want to help out with the investigation,” I tell him.
The guy clicks his tongue, “sure, whatever.”
A few hours later we reach the last marker the small group left before coming back to camp. With the sun out we can see the town.
“There was no sign of light coming from the town last night. We’ll go check it out. If we find nothing, we’re going up that mountain to see if we arrived in America,” says the one leading this group.
Everyone nods their heads in agreement. The twenty of us walk down the hill to approach the town.
When we arrive in the town, there is no trace of people in the city. The more we explore, the more I wonder what happened here. It is a beautiful town. The plant life is overtaking most of the building walls which at first glance look like wild plants taking over. Upon a closer inspection, it looks like it was done for aesthetics. The streets are well paved despite being abandoned so it is really strange. What could have driven the people to leave? After a look around we discovered that every building is empty.
“Looks abandoned alright. Not a single soul in sight!” The leader of the exploration says. “Whoever lived here, packed their stuff and fled.”
“And… shouldn’t we run as well?” One of the crewmates shivers “I mean, if they were scared, we-”
“Relax idget, did you forget about how much powder we have at the coast? We are the ones to be feared. Actually, it’s more like the residents caught a whiff of us and fled hahaha” the group leader jokes.
While they are discussing, I notice what, at first, seems to be a corpse, but after a better look, it is more like a human made of metal, broken and laying on the floor. It doesn’t have life, but is too complex to be just a statue. I approach and soon after, some of the researchers come as well.
“Someone come with me up the mountain, the rest, feel free to…” As the leader is speaking, he tries to understand what the heck they were doing to the creature “yeah, whatever”
I stay with the people looking at the unknown corpse wondering if I have discovered a new kind of creature. Alice will be so thrilled when I tell her our findings, An animal who has metal parts… I hope she is fine, mom too, I mean they are all alone now.
Time passes by while I am lost in my thoughts. Suddenly, the body laying on the ground wakes up. Despite his wounds and few broken parts, he quickly gets on his foot. Everyone backs off in freight, drawing their swords and pointing their guns. The creature, emitting some sort of steam from his back, draws a sword, but before he can attack, we all strike and put the creature to sleep… permanently
The others return quickly, to see what happened, only to find a completely destroyed humanoid thing on the ground. After some explanation, they also tell us what they found.
“What a spooky place to arrive in. An island with an intact town but no residents? And these metal things, c’mon” complains one of the crew.
“All hope is not lost yet boys!” yells the group leader. “They are killable, that is what matters. And also, it looks like there’s deers on this island so we got more food other than fish!” he says while pointing at a deer.
“Ohh boy! Let’s hunt it and bring it ba-”
When the second guy yelled, the deer looked up at us and immediately got shot by an arrow.
“What the hell!” a few of the guys shout.
One of the researchers points to the right where the arrow came from. “Another one! Shoot! Shoot!”
I swiftly turn my head and like everyone, we draw our flintlocks and swords. I unsheathe Vincent’s sword and hold it in front of me. I hear a faint voice of a girl yell across the field.
“Thank God! More survivors!” I spot a lass roughly my age waving over at us. She runs towards our group with a large smile and is full of excitement. Her joyous laughter nearly made my heart skip a beat. It reminds me of Alice’s laughter. I did whatever I could to make her laugh, but now with her sickness she can’t do that anymore… It’s the reason why I took on this job, despite my mother being against it.
I snap out of my thoughts when she reaches us.
“Please put your weapons away. I know it’s a strange creature for you guys but this one is nice and helpful.” she explains.
“This one?” one of the researchers says. “These things tried to harm us?”
“There are many on the island, and most are evil… I’m the last of forty survivors. We were shipwrecked about ten months ago. Those things attacked every night and I would have perished too if not for Pechu.”
“Pechu?”
“Oh sorry. That’s what I named it after the noise it makes when releasing steam,” she explains while the creature walks over to us carrying the deer. It stops next to the girl and as she explained, a sharp noise ensues after releasing steam.
The girl introduces themselves, “this is Pechu and I’m Emily. He can’t talk but he certainly understands. He replies in yes with one beep and no with two beeps.”
The guys remained skeptical and didn't stand down. I don't know why, but I want to believe in what she's saying. I sheathe Vincent’s sword and extend my hand out for a shake. “My name is Mathew.” She firmly grabs my hand and shakes. I couldn’t help but smile.
“Are you guys the only ones shipwrecked?”
“Heavens no,” replies the group leader. “There were five vessels that got caught in the storm. There’s four hundred of us. The rest are back at the beach. Since it looks like we’re going to be stuck here, we may as well move into this abandoned town.”
“Oh okay, I was living in a house nearby, all alone, can I join you?”
“Sure thing” I reply without hesitation.
Emily followed us back to the beach where we heard terrible news. While away, a few of the others decided to explore. A group of fifteen men went out and one returned with the horrid news that the others were slain. The captain decided to move everyone to the town. We migrated to the town with all the supplies. The men set up defenses and did the heavy lifting while the women took care of the other tasks like cooking and cleaning.
In the next few days, we studied the dead contraption, how we named the creature, we found its weaknesses, and strengths. We'll probably fight against a few. Emily and Pechu really come in handy, in all sorts of labors. At first, most of us didn’t trust her, but she rapidly gained our confidence.
At night, basically only the patrol is awake, I am staring at the stars wondering how my family is holding up, thinking if my mom’s plan of working in the mines would have been better. At least I would be home.
“Can’t sleep?”
I turn to my left and see Emily sitting up.
“Not really,” I reply.
“Still feeling uneasy?”
“A little, but not about being attacked really, these contraptions don’t look scary anymore.”
“Then what's on your mind?”
“I just can’t help but think about what my mother said before setting sail. I guess I should have listened to her instead of hopping on that boat.”
“Why did you join them?”
“I figured it was the quickest way to get money.”
“So you left your home in search of riches?”
“Not riches… But just enough to pay for my sister’s medicine. But now, I’ve arrived on a dangerous island with no clear way out. Now I see that even if I achieve my goal, It probably won’t make a difference“ A tear runs down my cheek.
“Let’s get some sleep,” Emily tells me, not knowing how to comfort me.
In the middle of the night, I wake up with the sounds of screams and gunshots, the city is filled with contraptions, I quickly pack my things and run for my life. While I’m trying to survive, I see Emily being cornered, and apparently, Pechu isn’t around. For a moment, I think about not helping her, but the memory of my father haunts me
“You see this little girl? Is your sister, look how cute she is. One day, I may not be here, so you must grow strong to protect her. Actually, to stand up for all the weak who can't fight for themselves.”
I can’t afford to die here, but- forget it. I run towards them, my arms pull back and with all my strength I thrust forward. The metallic being moves its arms to defend itself but my attack is faster. My sword makes contact with its neck and impales it like a hot knife through butter. With the momentum of my running, the three of us fall down the hill.
“You could have ran and escaped… Why did you stay behind? Aren’t you people greedy and selfish?” Emily asks while trying to get up after the fall.
“You people?” My head starts spinning, I must have hit it during the fall
I hear Pechu coming and hear its arm transform into a blade just like the enemies.
“You had the opportunity to run away, why didn’t you?”
“What good would that do? Either way, I have no way off this island. I can’t return home and I can’t buy my sister the medicine she needs to live. I reached for the sky, but arrived in hell…”
I hear Pechu approaching me, about to slash me.
“WAAAAIT!!!” Emily shouts.
Pechu’s blade stops just before slicing my head.
“You’re not the savages I thought you were….”
“What are you talking about?” I ask.
“Almost everyone treated me so well, and now…,” she hyperventilates. “What have I done?”
“Calm down. Slow breaths,” I couldn’t help but say since I’m used to my sister hyperventilating. “Slowly now. One… Two… One… Two…”
Her breathing calms down. Tears flow out of her as she tries to talk, “T- the city w- was a trap, I'm so- sorry…”
Once again my instincts kick in. I wrap my arms around her. “It’s okay. There’s no need to cry.”
I start to realize what happened, and still keep hugging the person who caused it all, have I lost it? Probably, my head is hurting and everything is spinning.
Then, it looks like I’m back to when my sister was first getting sick. She was playing with her friends and collapsed from exhaustion. I had to carry her all the way home.
“You really are the best brother you know,” Alice told me.
“Why is that?”
“You always help me out when I need it. It feels like I’ll always be okay as long as you’re there. I bet you can even fight off death himself if he came for me.”
“I don’t know about that. Death is really strong.”
“Not as strong as you,”
“Alright then. Even if death were to come for you, I’ll fight him off with everything I’ve got.”
Alice… I haven’t given up yet. I’ll make it back. I’ll buy that medicine… and I'll kick Death’s ass! |
There was once a rumor spread by students of a prestigious academy— that one night a year, when the moon filled the autumn sky, a doorway would appear in the high tower, open only to those pure of heart. And Ari Veltara, the school’s soon-to-be valedictorian, wasn’t one to let a rumor lay to rest.
What if there’s treasure? Or a spell more powerful than a thunderbolt straight from the gods?
she pondered to herself. Nighttime was drawing near, and the velvety lavender sunset gave her the chills. Would tonight really change everything?
She hurried down the tiled hallways in her long, white robes, their colorful hems fluttering behind her. She clutched her wooden staff as she ran.
What if I’m too late? What if it’s not even real?
A thought occurred to her, and she slowed to a halt. “I need a witness,” she said to herself. Yes, of course— if no one was there to see it, how could she ever prove its existence? She needed someone for her testimony, and her options were running low.
There was only one person she could convince to follow her this late at night. She course-corrected to the school’s dining hall, hoping he was there like always.
Sure enough, Ari rounded the bend and found him— Bryce Gaute, the most cowardly warrior she’d ever met. He was still gorging himself on leftovers when she grabbed him by the collar and stood him up.
“Aw, c’mon, Ari…” he complained.
“Hush! You don’t even know what it is this time.”
“Huwahhh…” Bryce stretched and looked over at Ari. “You’re giving me the look again.”
Ari blinked. “What look?”
“You’re waiting for me to ask what it is.”
“Well, if you've gone and figured out my secret, you’d do well to respect it.”
Bryce stared at Ari, and her back at him. This sort of encounter was not at all rare for the two of them. “…Alright, what is it this time?”
“I thought you’d never ask!” She twirled her staff through her silvery hair. “We’re about to find that bloody doorway! You’ll be my witness. Now come on already!”
Before Bryce had time to reject her ludicrous idea, she was already off to the races. This was only marginally worse than the time she’d dragged him off to fight a red dragon. He let out a defeated sigh and trudged after her, following her from one side of the academy to the other in the last glimmerings of sunlight.
Before he knew it, they’d made it to the guard tower, the tallest structure in the school. The sun had all but disappeared, leaving only the full moon rising from the east— Ari could see its deep yellow shine through every window, as if it were devouring the sky.
“Any minute now,” Ari said, “and the doorway will miraculously appear before our eyes!”
Bryce took the initiative to look around the tower. One stone brick wall was entirely caved in— the wall from which they’d entered— and the rest were shrouded in darkness, save for the moonlight streaming in through the glass. If there were any sort of doorway here, they might not even see it.
“Give me a drumroll, Bryce!”
“Ari, I don’t think…”
“Come on, don’t be such a prick. Drumroll!”
“Ari, we ought to go back. We’re both knackered, aren’t we? Besides, what if we get caught? You’ll lose valedictorian, I’ll get expelled, and–”
Ari started quickly patting her thighs. “If you won’t do it, I will! Hidden doorway… reveal yourself!”
…Ari felt a sting. Deep down, she’d known it wasn’t true. Of course not— students make up stupid rumors all the time. But she still felt betrayed. Not by the students, or by the rumors, but by the doorway itself. Perhaps she just wasn’t as pure of heart as she’d thought.
She turned to Bryce and nodded sadly. “You’re right. We ought to book it. I can’t allow this to…”
The moonlight illuminated a pair of golden door handles, gleaming in the dark. Ari trailed off and turned back.
She felt so many emotions all at once— exhilaration, worry, relief. It felt natural to step up to the handles on those pitch-black doors and turn them, the very same way it felt to return home after a long vacation. Something she’d longed for, after all these years…
That’s why she was speechless when she saw what was inside.
It was… unextraordinary.
There was no hoard of gold, no root of the World Tree, and no Seventh Heaven in front of her…instead, there was just a small, dusty room, the walls of cobblestone overgrown with moss, with an oil lamp burning on a wooden desk in the corner.
“What… is this place?” Bryce asked.
“Not worth the trouble,” Ari spat. “All the rumors were true, and for what? A dirty monk’s shack?!”
Bryce groaned. That was Ari— always setting her standards too high, never settling for less. It made her a wonderful student, but a terrible adventurer. “At least be glad we found it.”
“Being glad would be a lot easier if it weren’t a mangy old hut! What kind of hidden room is this?” Ari stomped in and took it all in again. “Ugh…”
As she pouted, she noticed something. She approached the desk and picked it up— a book, moderate in size, bound in red vellum. Its cover had only one single word, written in gold:
ETERNITY
It didn’t look at all like the books she liked to lose herself in at the school library, but it could act as a keepsake of sorts. A reminder of the dull reality of this world… She held it in her hands, running a delicate finger down the book’s spine.
Might as well see what’s inside
, she thought, placing a thumb in the book’s center and opening it near the middle.
What she began to read was a history like none she had ever known. The accounts of the wars were so detailed, so beautifully written, that it felt like she was there herself. There were all sorts of facts she’d never heard in any class nor story— the names of obscure players, the thoughts and fears of commanders— it was like a god had written this, not a human.
In the back of her mind, Ari knew she should take the book with her, but she couldn’t stop herself from turning page after page.
She had to know.
“Ari…?” Bryce spoke up. “I’m worried… you’ve been reading that book for an hour now.”
Without breaking her laser-focused gaze on the book’s pages, Ari simply replied, “I’ll be done soon. Just give me a few more minutes.”
Before Bryce could reply, a creeping darkness surrounded him, completely shrouding his vision. When he came to, he was sitting alone in the guard tower, moonlight shining from above.
—
The imposing castle-like structure lay in ruin, outlined by the harsh light of the harvest moon as the two men approached it. Hundreds of years ago, this place had been a school for mages, their father had told them once, but they were not visiting the ruins for tourism. Rather, they were treasure hunters.
It was said that the late Inquisitor Gaute had buried some sort of fantastic treasure in the place where he once studied as a boy— one that could only be found by a mage who matched his power. The two brothers did not know if their magic was anywhere close to the Inquisitor’s, because it was forbidden to use it under penalty of law, but their minds raced with the thought of what this treasure might be. Perhaps it would be enough to set themselves and their father up for the rest of their lives.
Macon, the older of the two, held his hands together and let white energy flow into the cracked tiles below him. “What’re you planning on doing once we nab this treasure?”
“I’ll give half of it to pops, of course!” Gaelio, the younger sibling, replied. “And then a quarter to you!”
“That’s not fair,” Macon chuckled. “We can split it into thirds.”
Gaelio hmphed. “You better be nice, else it’ll be finders keepers!”
All of Macon’s radiant energy returned to him, seeping out of the cracks and into his hands. “I can’t detect anything super strong. Might be gold.”
Macon looked up to the constellations. Maybe the treasure was nothing but a rumor after all. Even so, he and his brother had to look. It was a bad idea to lose hope at such an hour— not after they’d come so far.
As the two entered the courtyard of the ruins, Gaelio began to tense up. The place was undoubtedly unnerving. All the gray stone ruins loomed large in their field of view, casting dark shadows over everything.
Out of the corner of his eye, Macon saw something glinting, and he stopped for a second. Was it a beast? He couldn’t tell. Clutching a hand to the handle of his dagger, he carefully stepped forward to investigate.
As he approached the faint gleam, a set of wooden doors, black as the night sky with golden handles, emerged from the darkness. There was no building behind them— they were standing in the open.
Macon’s heart leaped as he felt the magical energy pulsating from the doors.
This must be the Inquisitor’s treasure
, he thought to himself.
As he approached the door, Gaelio appeared beside him. “Big Brother, is that…”
Macon put a hand on each of the golden handles, closing his eyes. When he opened them, the two young men found a small, dreary cobblestone room, the only source of light an oil lamp sitting on a small desk.
The treasure hunter sighed. The Inquisitor had tricked both of them. Of course his treasure wouldn’t be so easy to find.
There must be a clue here or something
. His chainmail clinking, Macon hesitantly approached the desk, the only other thing in the room besides the water-stained stones.
As he got closer, he noticed something sitting on the desk, deep blood-red. It was a book of average size, and the cover bore the name of no author. Instead, there was a single word embossed in gold.
ETERNITY
Perhaps this was the clue the two brothers so desperately needed. It was better than nothing.
As he picked the book up and turned around, he noticed a stainless white robe, edged with a colorful pattern, draped over the chair beside him. On the floor sat a twisted wooden staff. It was like someone had been here just before them…
If there
was
a clue in the book, Macon needed to find it quickly, before whoever lived in this small room returned. He knew he should have left the room with it, but something was urging him to open it right there.
He thumbed open the book to a random page, glancing it over in search of clues. Immediately, he found something— a story of two mages entering this very room, hundreds of years ago…
Bryce Gaute was one of them.
He began to turn pages faster and faster.
The place Gaute hid his treasure must be in here somewhere!
He couldn’t put the book down— the feeling of victory was so close.
He had to know.
Gaelio stood in front of him, looking up at him with concern. “Big Brother, are you alright?”
Macon didn’t look up.
“I’ll be done soon. Just give me a few more minutes.” |
“When I’m no longer in this world, I ask of you that you look after my daughter. That and the mission I gave her are my two last wishes.”
I remembered the Professor saying that like it had been just the day before. But ten years had passed since I left his tutelage and went to study to the capital on my own, and only now was I receiving the news of his passing.
He wasn’t even that old, I thought to myself, but his brilliant mind had tried to carry him farther than his frail body would allow.
But taking care of his daughter, eh? I suppose there was nobody else he could ask this of. I would bet all my possessions on him not having told anyone about his child other than me. After all, if he had, she’d undoubtedly become nothing more than a plaything and a lab rat for scientists and the press.
Of course, even if that weren’t the case, the fact remained that he’d asked me to look after what he loved most in the world… there was no way I could refuse.
The day after receiving the news of the Professor’s death, I had arrived in front of his residence.
Pipes and gears were everywhere, it all felt like the inside of a steam machine. Quite a strange choice, given the falling prices of electricity lately. Also, I always imagined progress would simplify the look of machines, not make them even more unfriendly to the eye. Though knowing the Professor as I did, his odd choices didn’t surprise me in the slightest. He always embraced that image of mad scientist he gave off, if only to protect his creations from undesirable eyes.
Regardless, it was not outside his home where I would find what I came for. I knocked on the door.
…
No response. I tried again.
…
And then a third time.
“Ah!”
The door blasted open, revealing the very person I’d come here looking for—petite, fair-skinned, with long black hair and deep brown eyes. She looked to be about eight or nine, maybe, and was dressed in plain indoors clothing.
Or in short, she was a cute but unremarkable little girl, who looked completely ordinary in all but her expression.
A face of sadness and deep-rooted pain, one which looked terribly out of place in a kid her age. It made me shiver for an instant.
“Hello, dear! Are you Lilly?”
“Y-yes. Who are you? I was told only important people knock more than two times.”
“I'm an old friend of your father's, his assistant for about three years. He… told me to look after you if something ever happened to him.”
“I see... That's not going to be an issue, though. I can take care of myself.”
“… Is that so? You do seem like a very mature girl, but please, I'd like you to give me a chance.”
On my face was the most genuine smile I could muster. It was normal for her to be sad and not welcoming of strangers, it would have scared me if the opposite were true—but I obviously couldn't leave her on her own.
“Accepted. I'll give you a week to prove that you'll be useful. After that I'll decide if I stay with you or if I remain alone in Master’s house.”
Master?
What was it with this weird speech pattern of hers? It definitely didn't sound natural. It sounded… artificial, robotic. Except at the very beginning, when she'd stuttered after hearing me say her name, she had displayed minimal emotion of any kind.
“Come on, don't stand there. Please come in and make yourself at home.”
She said, politely inviting me in and showing me to an old guest bedroom in the upper floor—the exact one I'd used throughout my three-year stay with the Professor. The nostalgia felt endless.
“Hey, lady. I found something for you to help with, if you don't mind.”
This caught my attention. I’d assumed she would do her best to ignore me and send me back home the earliest she could.
“Of course, I’ll do my best. What is it?”
“It’s this note… Da—my master left it in his room just before he died.”
She handed me a neatly folded piece of paper with a short message inside. I recognized the handwriting immediately—there was no way I’d mistake it.
“By the time you read this, I’ll probably have passed away with one task still incomplete. I’m sorry to have to ask this of you, but—please, I need you to look at the other side. Understand who you really are. Unpack… your soul.”
…
I reread the message again and again, but no matter how I tried to spin it, this was clearly not meant to be understood by anyone other than Lilly or its author.
…I was at a loss. No clue what to make of this if Lilly herself didn’t understand.
Though, be that as it may, I refused to give up on the chance of gaining her trust this early on. The Professor had done far more for me than I could ever repay, and besides, this child didn’t deserve to live her life in complete isolation.
“… Okay. Listen up, Lilly. I can help you solve this riddle, but that’s all I can do—help. I’m afraid I can’t do it without you. Is that okay?”
“Y-Yes, of course. It’s something Master wanted me to figure out, after all.”
“Perfect. Well then, let’s get looking around the house. I need you to pick up everything you think your father considered important and bring it here.”
Lilly nodded, her eyes lighting up after being given a clue to work with. She stormed out of the room, barely keeping her balance as she tried to climb the metallic stairs as fast as she could. Who in Heaven would think of installing the kind of stairs you’d see leading to a ship’s engine room in one’s house? The Professor’s taste never ceased to impress me—though that’s most certainly not a compliment.
Regardless, Lilly knew her way around the upper part of the house better than I did, but what I still remembered like the back of my hand was the underground floor—the laboratory.
The reason I’d been staying with the Professor for so long. And the reason I eventually had to leave.
After all, in that laboratory he’d created what no other could even conceive of attempting. Something only he and I had ever seen. And when some rumors got out, he convinced me to leave before they could affect me in any way.
…He didn’t want me to be the target of all the world’s press, asking about the creation of the first artificial human. So he secluded himself with his creation for a decade.
The laboratory itself was pure contrast. On one side, everything was organized to allow the highest efficiency—after all, the Professor was a genius doctor and chemist, and he understood better than anyone the importance of keeping order even amidst his chaotic experiments. But on the other, the atmosphere of the place was oppressive to a fault—a tad too hot due to the steam machine providing energy to all the weird machines, and with an appearance that made the Professor look the mad scientist part he’d so wanted to evade. Once again, his idea of ‘futuristic’ had made this room a complete hazard.
If I had a shilling for every time either of us had slammed our heads against any of the red-hot metal pipes or tripped with the moving gears embedded on the floor, I’d be richer than half this country.
At some point I’d memorized where every single obstacle was, though, and subsequently learnt to avoid them. The memory seems to have stuck with me since I didn’t fall into a single one as I looked through the entire place.
“Oh!”
While inspecting the shelf at the back end of the room, something immediately stood out to me—something its owner would never, ever do.
A stack of papers with drawings detailing the process to creating the artificial human from scratch and their expected growth process were spread on the floor, in a corner of the room. I knew for a fact the Professor would never be this careless with documents as important as these—actually, never mind.
Closer inspection, though not a lot closer, revealed the answer to this apparent mystery.
There were notes and drawings scribbled all over the margins and the backs of the papers—ones clearly done by a very young child.
That explains it.
That explains everything.
Now I have a pretty good idea of what that previously cryptic message meant…
Though the findings in the lab weren’t quite finished yet.
Right beside the scattered papers, in the same dark corner of an already poorly illuminated room, there was a small cardboard box. On it was written “Do not open under any circumstance” on thick but recognizable ink strokes.
It really did look like it hadn’t been opened at all…
Still, while dusty, it was remarkably less so than the rest of the lab, as if it had been placed there years after the room had received its last thorough cleanup.
…
There wasn’t much else to see in the basement floor, so after picking up the box and dusting it off the best I could, I went up to the living room again. I expected to find Lilly waiting there for me already, since I had spent my sweet time in the lab, but I was mistaken—she arrived shortly after I did, precariously going down those steep stairs that weren’t and would never be appropriate for a child as she carried another box similar to the one I’d found.
“This is all I could find…”, she said, carefully putting the box down in the floor. I did the same with mine.
“I don’t know why Master left that message… It’s wrong, he must’ve been wrong…”
Lilly suddenly spoke up. I feigned ignorance, somewhat surprised she’d bring it up like this.
“Huh? What do you mean by that?”
“Well… You were Master’s assistant, right? You should know that I’m just a copy, made to replace his real daughter…”
…
Now this was a surprise. Poor little girl… She was at the verge of tears as she spoke.
“A-and if I’m just a copy, there’s no soul to be unpacked… Maybe he said that because I acted too robotic, because I wasn’t a good enough copy…”
“Stop that.”
My sudden seriousness and firm tone made her flinch.
“Your father would never want you to talk like that. I was here when he was making you, and I can assure you, you’re no fake or copy.”
“Liar! You’re lying to me, and you know it! I-I’m not dumb…!”
She ran to the box she’d brought from the upper floor and took out its contents—an old-fashioned diary, evidently the Professor’s given his aesthetic sensibilities. On the verge of tears again, she shoved it into my hands, motioning for me to read it.
“My daughter remains as splendidly energetic as always… I’m having trouble keeping up with her lately, my old man body has definitely seen better days. Her mother would probably be a better parent than me… Oh, Sophia, what would I be today without you?”
“I-I found that on Dad’s room just a few days after seeing those papers in the basement… You can’t lie to me anymore! I’m just a copy of his real daughter, of that Sophia, he made those drawings of how she looked and how I should look! He just… wanted to relive his memories with his real daughter!”
Now there were no doubts in my mind—such an innocent mistake to make, and yet, it must’ve hurt so much… Her tears had started fiercely flowing down, the young girl no longer being able to contain them. Still, I couldn’t help but smile. Out of curiosity, I opened the box I’d brought from the basement and looked inside—
oh
.
So, what he had meant by unpacking her soul… it felt like an oddly disappointing riddle once I figured out the answer. When he said ‘unpack’, he meant it literally.
“Hey, Lilly. You’re wrong. You aren’t a copy, your dad loved you more than anything else in the world.”
Hearing this made her sobbing stop. She looked at me with those sad, reddened eyes whose pain I would possibly never fully understand.
“…?”
“Look here. Inside this box…”
She did as I said and looked inside, seemingly having forgotten that box was ever there to begin with.
She started taking out the pictures inside it one by one.
Very well-drawn sketches of Lilly throughout her life, since she was a baby up to the present day. Sometimes these included her father, sometimes only Lilly herself, but they all represented scenes from what I presumed had been their daily life.
I managed to glimpse a few of them—the young girl learning to draw as her father taught her, her playing with some hand-made plushies in her bed, and more.
Before I realized it, I was the one crying now.
…
Dozens of drawings later, the bottom of the box had been reached. Down there, previously covered by all the paper stacked on top, was a neatly folded envelope with only two words written on it.
“
To Lilly.
”
She looked at me, wavering, but I gestured for her to open it.
Inside was one more piece of paper, with a note written on it.
“This is my last gift to you, Lilly. I’m sorry I couldn’t do much more, but I hope you’ll like it. I only have one thing left to ask of you as a father: please never lose sight of yourself. Love you forever, Dad.”
These notes were starting to get old… though this last one didn’t fail to make me cry once more.
And for one last gut punch—
In the reverse of the note was one last drawing.
Three people standing right next to each other, all of which I recognized in an instant.
On the left, a middle-aged man with short hair, glasses and an awkward smile—
Clive (Dad)
.
On the middle, a petite girl with long hair, a handmade plushie in her hand and a beaming smile—
Lilly
.
On the right, a tall young woman dressed with formal clothes and with a calming smile—the Professor had nailed how I’d look ten years later—
Sophia (Mom)
.
When Lilly saw this, she turned back and looked at my face. She didn’t have any more tears left to cry, but as she ran towards me with her arms open, her sobbing didn’t stop for a second.
I embraced her tightly, and we remained like that until the sun had set. |
Did the walk there have to be so agonizing?
I don't remember it being this exhausting.
"Ah…"
"..."
"I just...want to go back to sleep…."
Shuffling my feet, out of the little earnestness left in me, I wandered down a desolate road lit solely by gas lamps. Barren, just like my soul. I'd say it felt like home, but my frame of mind circled around one thought:
Misery.
The tightness of my chest as I wheezed and breathed in the smoky and brisk air. Bizarre sounds echoed down the street: moans, groans, and weird little shrieks that could only be the street urchins languishing in their alleys. I wasn't alone, but I felt painfully isolated. A man streaked in black I hardly recognized yet knew all too well had shambled in the opposite direction in the dead of night.
He barely sidestepped me, so we didn't bump into one another. His movements look strained as if it took his maximum effort. He chewed on the spine of some… rat? I pondered it for only a moment, as I couldn't be bothered as the man left my foggy mind in an instant.
"At least I'm not too Colorless. For now..." I mumbled, loud enough for anyone nearby to hear.
Nobody paid me a mind. For you see, I was infected by a sickness, Eudaimonia.
The word for good spirits. A horrible disease that infected the mind. It hasn't killed yet, but it made you wish you were dead... if that didn't take too much energy.
And to think-! Weeks ago-! I had wandered this same street, skipping, happily playing with my ball alone. I was the lucky one…
You see, I found a ball covered in gross sludge when I was busy exploring the sewer for my uncle. The Britannians and their gigantic foundries filled the sewers with this horrific diesel gas that may or may not have been bad for my lungs; my uncle didn't share the deets. I went down to roam to help my uncle find food.
The place was littered with lovely, recently exhausted animals that tried to take shelter from the scorching heat of the metal up above. Then I found it — a ball. A little blown-up red ball that must've fallen between the cracks from some negligent family.
Growing up, I hadn't seen as much as a wooden horse in the airships and trams. Even when my uncle and I came here to Whitechapel.
And on the ball, I drew a smiley face.
“*
Sniff
*- Mister Piłka…”
I tried playing around with the ball with other kids along the way, but no one seemed to hop on the Mister Piłka train. They didn't like Mister Piłka like I liked Mister Piłka. Shame.
But then a tragic accident took my ball away from me moments ago, and now I had nothing except the last trickle-bitta of hope to keep going. My eyes started to tear up; I wanted to give up and just laze around in the middle of nowhere. I wanted to give into despair. But still, I trudged forward.
My messy, black hair was tied in random knots. It was the only way I could notify the roaming plague doctors that I was still okay, that I was still willing to give my time and lend my ear to the world. I invested in this hair, no matter how stupid it seemed or how insignificant.
Plague doctors roamed the streets, huddled in packs as if their combined warmth kept the disease away. Their beaks were shown with luminescence, but their backs were saddled with sharp weaponry. Their cloaks were metallic, creaking as they bent and reflected the light off the beaks to the surrounding area. A sign to those still struggling not to succumb that there's still light in this dark, disgusting atmosphere.
And for those who succumb, their weapons proved efficient so the individual can finally let go of their misery.
"No...no way I can last another day like this…" Puffing up my cheeks, I shook my head around in my palms, holding in all the air possible before releasing it, a plume of smoke exhaling from my lips like I just took a big vape.
I got good at making smog ovals; it helped pass the time.
"Okay! Okayokayokayokayokay!” I began a little dance, moving my body like I always saw the performers do while sneaking into those live shows years back. The girls were so bright and cheery, and the crowd was full of excited cheering boys. And when the girls did the skirt flips that made everyone blush… It. Was... Okay. Just okay.
No. It was amazing. I remember now!
Quickly slapping myself, I shifted into excited skipping as a less and less often surge of motivation struck. Making my way down the street, I felt the rush of excitement disappear as I shambled to the only place that lit up the horrid, dark streets.
Hotel Abraxa.
Before he basically went brain-dead, my uncle pointed me in this direction.
"There you might find peace. There were legends… legends! An alchemist is working on what we all sought for a many a year, yes! Eternal happiness! Get that for me, for both of us… Antoni!"
And then he started to drool, so I left to seek hope immediately. Despite the lack of context for those mad ramblings, he hasn't led me astray. I might as well, right?
Doctor Amoraut, a gentleman with heavy investments from Chartered Fuel, the gas company that fuels our continent. What a champion! I'm not as smart as him; all I can do is skip really freakin' well.
Who gives a damn about eternal life when you could go out in eternal bliss?
That's what everyone sought in the end, but then the plague spread, and people couldn't take in happiness anymore. It was almost like- and forgive me for bringing up science stuff, I'm sixteen, and all I can do is read newspapers a little well, our happiness co-
I paused as I tried to figure out my word usage.
“Cota? Qota? What’s the Brittanian word for kontyngent?”
"..."
I continued to skip forward, trying to stop feeling numb. I liked the rhythm, the constant feeling of going.
My brain trailed back to wild thoughts as I appeared before the door to Hotel Swięto. The words that kids say when their imaginations go wild.
"
The doctor is crazy! I hear they open people's BRAINS and POKE them!
"
"
My mommy got a cut on her leg, and then the doctor wanted to amputate it!
"
Doctors scared me. Doctors scared the kids that I played with. Their words echoed in my head.
But now they were all dead.
Well, not really, but basically. Husks of what they once were. So, then my brain trailed back to my uncle's words:
"If someone asks to open your brain, they are just looking to unpack your thoughts! They are nice and want to learn more about you. It's a figure of speech in Britannia."
He said this to me in our native Polanie. In case you haven't caught on, I'm not really from around here.
I knocked on the door once I arrived at its foot. It slid open suddenly, revealing someome or- something that took my breath away.
If I could describe her, I'd be trying to describe those spooky stories the other kids told by the gas kilns.
The metal that lined the buildings outside surrounded her plush face. She had no mouth; instead, she had a layer of ivory block-like teeth that made up her jaw. Her nose was sharp and pointed. And her eyes gleaned a shimmering green. Her eyes were reddened like blood had seeped into the sclera. They were bloodshot and watering, but she didn't seem sad.
She seemed amused, very amused, and with a full array of slender, pale, and velvety fingers. Her dress was almost doll-like and clung to her body as if it were painted on. If you asked me to describe it, I would say it looked like a wedding gown that went all the way down to the floor.
It was white. A color I rarely see in this city. In Londonium, A city of bronze, green-yellow gas, and ashy smog.
But why am I describing things? I'm supposed to be talking with the woman, right?
"Salutations!" The woman exclaimed in a voice that sounded like a choir of springs singing in unison, "Please come in."
The hotel was small and dimly lit, with flickering candles everywhere except for the lobby, which was brightly lit by several chandeliers.
Each one cast its light upon countless little things dangling from the ceiling. It felt warm in here but weirdly comforting because everything smelled nice. I heard soft whispers muttering behind many closed doors, and I could see shadows jumping beneath the gaps in the door in front of me.
She gave me a questioning look back before returning what seemed like a smile with her ivory rows.
My first thought when she smiled was that there wasn't any other way she could have been born; her eyes were so perfectly aligned that her face could not give out a more human expression.
"Does the honored guest seek utopia?" Her voice was strangely mechanical, creaking like those giant gears on the buildings. It had such a high pitch, but it still somehow made sense. I shuffled my feet while my hands clutched nervously around, wishing I still had Mister Piłka.
"I...I do not know what this yoo-toe-pii is," I mumbled and stared at the ground. The walk here had been exhausting… and I felt it now.
The woman stepped aside, revealing the inside of the building as if to make space for me. A little hallway led straight into the darkness and ended in an open door. Light from inside cast across half of her face and down her body in shadows. It was like her outline stretched off further than just the walls behind her. Her eyes spun around in full circles before she answered me.
"Do not know...ah! Forgive me. I promise you. An Unpacking is quite a special process! Come then..." the woman uttered a sweet springy laugh and pulled back, beckoning me to come in again with her velvet fingers.
The light outside grew dimmer as she pushed herself away, so all that remained now was soft candlelight that lit up half of her form, creating two distinct parts of shadow that clung onto each other. She opened the door fully and ushered me inside.
"Pardon my rudeness! I am Helen," she spoke softly and strangely melodically. "The doctor's secretary and... daughter of sorts."
"It's nice to meet you… ummmm…Helen..." I started awkwardly, searching desperately for something to say, but I couldn't find anything. I should say something else, shouldn't I?
The room was surprisingly cozy, furnished with many pillows and overstuffed armchairs scattered about in various red and gold shades. My feet sunk into the plush rug as I walked across it. All I could do was watch them sink in, yet they seemed so incredibly soft that they cushioned out any sensation. There was food on the table - fruits and nuts, but despite the gnawing hunger that ate at me...I couldn't find the motivation to shamble up to it.
"Oh my! You poor child, you are entering the late stages already. Fret not, though! The doctor is open right now and will be happy to have someone new to share his love with!" Helen said as she pressed a few delicate, leathery fingers on my palm.
She watched me, observing me. I thought she would surely blink, but she didn't. The woman continued smiling like her ivory blocks that served as lips had been glued on.
"Let us inform the good doctor then! If we hurry, he might be willing to do another Unpacking tonight!" She spoke in a singsong voice. Then her eyes lit up red, and she spun around abruptly towards the back of the house with me in tow.
I was...mildly impressed by how smooth her movements were as she moved me along without any signs of struggle.
The back door opened on its own, revealing a bright room with half a dozen people. They had their faces twisted into strange happy expressions, and odd scents filled the air. Through my fading mind, I could make out that they were happy to see this woman from the stretchers they were strapped to. Their red eyes all turned to look at me in delight. I found it fascinating how varied their skin textures were. Each of them had a single hole immaculately drilled on top of their heads.
A man in a white coat stood tall at the center of this room, gesturing for us to come forward. He turned his face to look at us and smiled, flashing a row of teeth that reminded me of some sort of saw blade.
"Welcome to Hotel Abraxa," he smiled happily as the woman and I approached him.
"Hello..." I replied lazily.
"I trust getting here wasn't too difficult?" The doctor asked me before turning towards a woman standing beside him. He squinted and stared at her eyes for a second before shaking his head.
"Ah, you are due for maintenance, Helen. Please stand by until I take care of our guest."
"Thank you, sir," She responded and laid back on an oversized chair. Her bright red eyes faded to pale green as she stopped moving. Huh. That's interesting for a woman to do.
"Now, about that Unpacking..." the doctor said as he took my arm and guided me toward an operating table covered in a thin layer of blood-red cloth. It was covered with needles, saws, pipes, and tubes.
In the middle was an unnaturally perfect sphere filled with a red glowing liquid that pulsated rhythmically. It reminded me of something.
Something I cared about. What was it I cared about?
"For the sake of time and your happiness, I will do this right away. For now, make yourself comfortable."
Everything was hazy for me as the doctor dabbed around my forehead with a cloth that smelled sweet.
What’s happening? Who cares? Why would I care about such a thing at this point?
It didn't hurt much when he drew from the red sphere and jabbed straight into my arm with a needle either. So, why should I care about something so stupid like pain?
I heard a crackling noise from below and thought it was interesting.
Was this something medical? Did I want to know about that? I didn't.
"Let us begin then!" the man spoke cheerfully, and I tilted my head back up.
The lights faded, and my vision blurred. I could only focus on the doctor's face as he held a needle over me.
I didn’t know why, but as my consciousness left me…
I matched his smile. |
“Ohh, that was close.” Lucy sat on the ground.
“Don’t sit, we need to go. That blockade won’t hold them for long,” George was making another torch.
“One minute, it is all I ask.” Peter was leaning on a wall, catching his breath.
“Jeez, did you forget that those guys want our heads? We need to find an exit, no one builds an underground…” George took a good look, now with more light of his new torch, at the underground building they were, “Whatever this is, without a second exit. Let’s go.”
The group started to wander throughout the place, it looked like an old dungeon, filled with abandoned cells and traps which no longer worked. It wasn’t dangerous at all, but there was no sight of an exit and the three started to get anxious, since no exit would mean their deaths.
“Let’s hide in a cave and wait for the guards to walk away, they’ll never seek us here.” Lucy was imitating Peter, “WHAT A TERRIBLE IDEA.”
“Don’t you dare blame me, you took a lifetime to hide yourself, of course they would spot us.” Peter angrily replied.
“It’s not you who is caring this damn bag full of-”
“Can you guys shut it already? It doesn’t matter who is to blame anymore.” George stopped the arguing. “Come here, I found something interesting.”
They all approached a door made of stone hidden in plain sight, in it was a few weird marks and an old paper on it, which connected all the marks.
Peter tried to open the door, “Nice finding, a door that won’t budge at all. Can I go back to complaining?”
“Wait you moron,” Lucy was analyzing the door, “this marks look like sealing marks”
“You are talking about magical sealing marks?” Peter was a little confused. “But there is no more magic since-”
“The fall of the Golden city.” George completed.
“So this seal shouldn’t work, right?” Lucy asked.
“Exactly, therefore we can do this…” George drew a knife and cutted the paper. “A hidden room, maybe a secret passage, or just a place for us to hide, either way is-”
While George was talking, a wind blew through the doorway, enough to raise dust through the dungeon. And shortly after, the door began to open, as someone on the other side pushed it. The group backed off in fear, afraid they had awakened some sort of curse or monster, even though none of this existed anymore.
“Did the queen of hearts send you to free me?” A man, who opened the door, calmly asked.
“W-who?” Peter asked as they were getting back up on their feet.
“How can you possibly not know her?” The man replied as he walked from the door. “The one and only queen of hearts.”
“Let's see if this helps,” George said, “Who are you?”
“I am one of the four seasons of Pernell, Autumn”
They once again backed in fear, stunned by the reply of the man. “There is no way he could be Autumn because-” Their thoughts were interrupted by the guards who were sprinting towards them.
“Oh shit!” Peter exclaimed as he and George started running, but Lucy had an idea.
“Pernell is in danger,” Lucy hastily talked to the man, “the queen sent us to rescue you for help, but-”
The man stopped hearing her, he had already understood the situation, and quickly engaged the soldiers. The guards were all well equipped and he only had some dirty clothes. Yet, that can’t be said it was a fight, but more like a massacre, the first soldier recklessly attacked him, the man stole his weapon, and after it, the slaughter began as all of them fell to his flawless technique.
The three were astonished and scared by how easily he killed them all, and did it without receiving a hit, “He truly is Autumn,” is all that passed on their minds.
“So, did you guys bring my sword? I can’t fight properly without it.” Autumn said while stretching himself.
“Pro-per-ly?” Peter was in shock.
“Y- your sword… Mr. Autumn,” Lucy was trying to think of an answer.
“Autumn is fine”
“Oh o-okay, A-Autumn,” and also shivering, “Your s- sword is…”
“Outside!” George complemented.
“Y-Yeah, outside.”
“But there may be more soldiers, Can you please clear the way for us?” George was only trying to make an excuse for Autumn to leave.
“Oh, sure.” He grabbed the torch of one of the soldiers and left.
They all fell to the ground in some sort of relief, only the presence of that man was making them more nervous than ever before.
“Oh gosh,” Peter exclaimed, “We better find this second exit now.”
“Okay, no need to panic, he may be scary, but he is on our side, right?” Lucy recomposed herself.
“Yeah sure, just wait for him to find out about your lie about his sword,” Peter was complaining, “Or better, your lie about the queen sending us!”
“We can keep up the lie,” George suggested, “and, if he finds out, he should be grateful for us freeing him”
“No no no no no no no, this does not work like this, did you not know the tale of Pernell?.” Peter was nervously explaining, “The Seasons are humans-like-gods, who used to live only to answer for the queen of the Golden city, Capital of the country Pernell, and for some reason, he calls her, queen of hearts. Then, the Seasons were sealed by the queen herself, No one knows why, and, shortly after, the country was invaded and the Golden city fell, and, because of that, all magic disappeared.”
“But now we told him that the queen, who no longer lives, sent us,” George continued as he started to deduct. “And that the guards we said were evil, were soldiers of Pernell, which we were stealing from.”
“Oh,” Lucy was frozen. “T-then to the second ex-”
“What?” Autumn was standing in the entrance of the hallway where they were.
“W-whatever you heard, y-you proba-” George tried to make an excuse.
“We are in the underground, everything can be heard”
None of them managed to think of anything to reply, and slowly, Autumn was coming closer and closer. George, Lucy and Peter were all desperate, but unable to fight against their fate, they all know, from the old stories, that the Seasons had more power than any other magical being that ever walked on land, and from what they saw, that man was the peak of fighting skills. They didn’t want to die, but death would come at any moment.
Then, “this is why I can’t use any of my magical powers,” Autumn said, with a truly sad expression. “If the queen is dead, then…” He looked at them trembling, “I mean no harm to you, besides, I am now no different than an ordinary person”
He casually turned his back and walked away. After a moment, he said: “the path is clear for you,” and kept walking.
“What the hell happened?” Lucy asked.
“I guess... He just doesn’t care anymore??” George suggested
“I’m not asking any questions.” Peter said, “we will never talk about this guy, this room, this dungeon, nothing. Let’s just be thankful and pretend it never happened, okay?”
They all agreed and walked away alive, to never speak about what happened, neither hear about what occurred to Autumn. |
Mariel was struggling to carry a pail of water when the knight approached her. The girl dropped the bucket and blinked, amazed.
The young woman's armor shimmered like silver, and she herself was also astonishingly beautiful. She spoke, startling Mariel.
“Hi! You must be Mariel, right?”
A single nod, filled with awe.
“Well, that’s splendid! Won’t you help me out with something?”
Mariel, now confused, was only capable of asking a single question.
“I, um… Huh?”
Well, kinda.
The knight called herself Lotte. She wanted to talk somewhere more private, she said. Out here a knight stuck out like a sore thumb.
Of course, you do
, Mariel thought.
You would stick out anywhere that wasn’t a fairy tale
.
❄️
Away from prying eyes, the knight went on to confuse Mariel even more.
“With your help, I’m sure we’ll be able to rescue Princess Honey and Beedriel from that dastardly bandit!”
Rescue…? A princess…?!
"We’ll be headed west of here, to a land where bandits stalk the roads, drakes that roam the sky, and… Oh, and I heard on some nights you can see fireflies! Fun, right?”
Mariel had trouble taking it all in. Were her actions so well known outside the village?
Lotte looked a little discouraged at Mariel’s silence. "Look, I apologize for dumping all this on you but… I need your help… please. I should have kept the princess safe. It’s my fault she’s in danger.”
The knight looked like she might cry. Mariel felt a tug at her heart.
I want to be useful to everyone. And if she says I can help somehow…
“I… I will do my best, Miss Knight!”
❄️
They departed the very same day.
Lotte eyed the girl’s meager belongings. “You didn’t sneak out, did you? Are your par—Is everyone fine with you leaving?”
“The auntie who takes care of me said it was fine! I can catch up on all my chores when I get back.”
❄️
From their first morning on the road, Lotte would wake up to see their bags neatly packed, her armor given a fresh shine of polish, and a steaming bowl of porridge laid out in front of her bedroll for breakfast.
Several days in, feeling guilty she hadn’t done so sooner, she told Mariel to knock it off. The girl would wear herself out getting up so early, and she really didn’t have to.
"I do have to!" Mariel protested. Then she added, with a bit of a mischievous smile, "And it isn’t really me who does all of that."
"No? Who is it?"
Mariel showed Lotte her necklace. It was a gorgeous piece of jewelry, with a blood-red ruby so radiant that Lotte saw it reflected in the girl's eyes.
Lotte stared blankly.
“This necklace grants wishes,” Mariel explained. “That’s why I’m here with you, right? You must’ve heard about the necklace from the villagers. I use it all the time for chores, and it makes everyone happy! I never tried a big wish like rescuing someone, but if you want to, I can!”
Lotte patted her head gently. “Magic is a precious thing. Let’s leave that for if we can’t think of anything else, okay?”
❄️
That night, Mariel told Lotte a little more about the necklace.
"My mother gave it to me," she said.
"Your mother. Is she the one who told you—I mean, who let you know that it's a
magical
necklace?"
"Mhm."
"You must have been very little. I'm surprised you remember."
"I do."
Lotte sat up to look at Mariel with an eager expression.
"Then I hope you'll also remember where the place where you grew up is. I believe that's where the princess is being held."
“Where I grew up…”
All Mariel had ever known was the village.
As far as she was concerned, she had never till now set foot outside. She strained to remember something more, but all that came to her was a memory of her parents waving goodbye. They were embarking on what must have been a grand adventure.
That was the last time she saw them.
“I’m sorry. I can’t remember,” she said with a slight tremble, eyelids fluttering. “Um, can I ask you… how come you know that's where the princess is?”
Lotte smiled. “Do you want to hear some stories about your mother?”
Mariel had never stayed up as late as she did that night.
She had known that her mother had been an adventurer, but she only now realized how little she actually knew. Mariel had never heard such wonderful stories about anyone, let alone someone so near and dear to her heart.
Lotte’s eyes never stopped gleaming as she regaled Mariel with the heroic tales of cunning and bravery.
As she was finally drifting off to sleep, Mariel did wonder where her father, her mother’s adventuring companion, was in these stories. But she figured those tales could wait for another night.
❄️
To both Lotte’s and Mariel’s devastation, the stories had dislodged no memories. Mariel still found the land utterly foreign.
“It’s… It’s okay, Mariel. We’ll wander some more, and maybe…”
Lotte thought that the girl, with her back towards her, was crying silently. But no, she was in fact whispering to herself while holding her precious necklace.
“Mariel…”
Lotte reached out to put a hand on Mariel’s shoulder, but froze as something caught her eye.
The knight looked up.
A scaled, eagle-sized creature was diving right at them.
“A drake!” Lotte went to unsheathe her sword.
But the drake changed course, fluttering past Lotte. It had avoided her completely. Her stomach sank.
“Dammit—!”
Lotte spun around, and braced herself for a gruesome sight.
It wasn't gruesome. But it was
strange
.
“That tickles!” giggled Mariel. “Schlange, stop!”
The drake whined, but did stop licking the girl’s face.
Lotte blinked. “Mariel, you know... this creature?”
“Hm? I do, but…” Mariel was at a loss.
Yes, she recognized that wagging tail, the floppy wings, the scar on the drake’s belly, the missing amber eye…
But from where?
She couldn't say. But she felt eager to show Lotte more.
“Schlange, sit!” The drake did just that. “Schlange, paw.”
The drake gently placed its paw on her hand.
“Schlange knows a ton of tricks. All you have to do is say his name before a command! And he enjoys belly rubs."
“Huh…” Lotte grabbed a rabbit she had caught the night before. “Schlange, catch!”
The drake flew up to snatch the rabbit out of the air. Then it flew away.
The next morning the drake found them again. It licked its lips, expecting another treat.
❄️
It only took a few short days of following the drake for it to lead them to the fortress.
The fort lay hidden inside a ring of hills. Lotte didn’t need confirmation that this was the place—she could see the look of recognition cross Mariel’s eyes.
They crept forward more slowly. Lotte didn't light any more campfires. She packed away her shiny armor, too, only putting it back on once they reached the very front of the fortress.
Lotte told Mariel to wait behind one of the bushes in the overgrown garden, but Mariel wouldn't stay. Not until Lotte promised three times over that she would be back safely.
They shared a hug.
Puzzlingly, the last thing Lotte said before she left was, “I’m sorry.”
❄️
The inside of the fort had Lotte twitchy and nervous, nearly jumping at every shadow. She had expected fierce resistance. What she hadn't seen coming was an empty hideout.
Or maybe not quite empty.
If she strained her ears she could hear it: a familiar whiny voice.
Lotte found her in the underground holding cells.
"Princess!"
The young woman—in a dirty dress but unharmed—grabbed the bars of her cell. The two antennae-like strands in her blonde hair shook with irritation.
"Lotte! It took you long enough! I was getting bored with Beedriel here!"
The tiny bee knight sighed.
"I'm sorry! I'll get you out right away!" Lotte looked around. "Is there something like a—"
Something whizzed past her ear.
Lotte turned to see a throwing knife embedded into the wall behind her.
The princess piped up. "Oh, Lotte! That brute is here, so be careful!"
"R-Right, princess."
The head bandit emerged from the shadows, scowling. He wore black leather with a messy fur cloak around his shoulders, where, as before, his monstrous drake sat perched.
He spoke casually, considering the situation.
"You here to break the brat out?"
"I'm here to save Princess Honey!"
The bandit looked Lotte over. "I bet I could squeeze a few more coins out of the king and queen for a knight. I'll treat you nice if you surrender."
Lotte unsheathed her sword.
"Shame," he said.
The bandit had a sword at his hip, but he didn't draw it. Not right away.
He pointed at Lotte and gave a sharp command.
"Schlange! Fly!"
The drake flew from his shoulders like a bolt of lightning. It was almost too fast to even follow with your eyes.
But Lotte had witnessed its frightening speed several times by now. She gave a cry of her own and, at the same time, tossed something.
"Schlange! Catch!"
The drake snatched the piece of dried jerky out of the air and landed. Lotte looked back at the bandit, expecting to find him slack-jawed with surprise.
She just barely parried the swing of his sword. Even then the impact came with bone-rattling strength.
The princess stomped her feet.
"Lotte! Don't you dare lose, you hear!?"
Lotte gritted her teeth as she blocked another strike, then another. The bandit was a superb fighter who left no openings. If she could only reach into the pouch at her side...
Screw that! Just staying alive is a challenge!
Just then, Lotte’s heel caught a loose stone. She tumbled down onto her back. Her sword clanged against the floor.
This was it, and Lotte knew it. She had only time to look up at the bandit, who was…
...Who was staring, slack-jawed with surprise. Even by the dim torchlight, Lotte clearly saw the red ruby glow reflected in his eyes. The necklace had fallen out of Lotte’s pouch, and just as Lotte had hoped it would, it had the bandit transfixed.
She had her opening.
❄️
"I can't tell you how glad I am to see you in good health, Princess Honey, Beedriel!”
The princess turned up her nose. “In good health? I was tortured, I tell you! Tortured heartlessly!”
"
Really.
"
"Indeed! They made me eat simply dreadful food, and the only entertainment those brutes provided were their dumb card games. Even poor Beedriel was losing his mind!”
“Pretty sure that’s not the reason why,” Lotte mumbled to herself.
"And that one over there, he even refused to carry me!" She stuck her tongue out at the bound bandit, who glared back. "Just because I bit him on the neck once or twice! So once everyone else was gone, Beedriel had to carry me!"
The knight bee buzzed wearily.
"Wait, Princess... did you drive the other bandits away?"
"Hm? Yes, something like that." Princess Honey idly brushed her hair back. "My royal presence must have intimidated them. Isn't that so funny? Laugh, Beedriel."
Meanwhile, thunder was brewing behind the bandit's eyes.
His companions had all said he'd lost his fangs. They even called him soft when he told them not a lay a finger on the hostages.
And now this brat of a princess was laughing at him.
A man could only take so much.
He'd been working at the ropes for a while now. His newly loosened hand inched its way to a smoke bomb.
❄️
Mariel was on her hands and knees, searching desperately for the necklace.
When could she have even dropped it?
What if she never found it?
Her eyes started to tear up, but she wiped them and kept looking.
If only she could see anything. It was just too
dark
.
Then a dim light came on in the empty air, followed by another, and another…
❄️
The bandit stopped dead in his tracks. A girl stood in the garden amid a number of softly glowing lights.
Mariel noticed him. Well, she
really
saw the piece of jewelry gripped tightly between the bandit's fingers.
"My necklace!"
She drew back when the man himself stepped closer.
"My neck... lace…" Mariel swallowed. "D-Did you see it lying on the ground, mister? Thank you for finding it for me." And she held out her hand.
The man did not move.
"You've got to give it back to me! It's stealing if you don't!"
Still nothing. The man gripped both the necklace and the edge of his cloak. For some reason, he had pulled the cloak over his face, so only his eyes were visible.
Was he trying to scare her?
Mariel took a deep breath. "I know who you are, mister, and I know you've done some bad things, like kidnapping the princess... but I can still help you! Look!"
Mariel showed him the floating lights all around them.
"This must be the magic of the necklace! I wished so desperately for a light to see by, and here they are!"
Then another voice shouted from the dark—Lotte's.
"Don't you dare come close to the girl, scum!"
"Lotte, no! I'm going to help him!"
Mariel drew close to the bandit.
"Please, mister. Let me cast the spell on you. I-I know everyone always says there's no such thing as magic, but my spells do work!"
The bandit spoke at last, hesitatingly.
"No, girl, I’m afraid there’s no helping me. I'm that bad of a man. Everything I touch, I ruin.” A pause. “The best I can ever do is go away. I-I didn't think I'd ever see..."
Mariel heard a sharp intake of breath from the man. Then his demeanor changed completely.
"You can have your stinking necklace back, little girl! It looks like cheap crap anyway!"
Mariel caught it with both hands.
He shouted in a raw voice. "This is the last any of you will see of me! Goodbye and good riddance!"
Lotte dashed their way. But before she could reach the bandit, and before he could throw down another smoke bomb, they both heard Mariel desperately begin to chant her spell.
It was the same spell she always cast. Its words were special—they came from the only clear memory Mariel had of her mother. Mariel held the necklace to her chest as she sang the lullaby.
When she opened her eyes, the bandit had finally let go of the cloak that covered his face. She recognized him immediately. Lotte had paused, too, surprised to see the man biting back tears.
They would swear later on that, just then, the orbs of light grew more luminous than any fireflies ever could, and how on that night they witnessed nothing less than real magic. |
"You're okay with all that potential danger?" the AI berates me. Her blue hair shimmers on the screen, her eyes of jade pointed like daggers.
"It's not so much being okay with it…" I lift and place my legs on the ship deck, just shy of the controls. "I just feel like it's necessary, y’know?"
The ship’s command center glitters azure, lights flashing in sequences I’ve long forgotten. The floor and ceiling are dark and glossy— I look up and see my own reflection, my helmet only half-covering my messy brown hair.
"Oz. This ship is the last chance for humanity to create a new home. We can't risk losing a single life; even just one would reduce your survival rate significantly. There are only five thousand of you."
I take a sip of my gross, synthetic coffee, and look back at the screen. "Danger’s everywhere, Aodori. Even if your analysis says some way-off planet might be safer than our closest bet, I think it’s worth making the landing here."
“And why’s that?” the screen scoffs. “You mean you’d rather make a stupid gamble than wait for a better chance?”
“Aodori, have you ever gambled before?” I ask the monitor. Aodori’s sleek form grimaces. “No, I’m serious. Do you AIs have gambling? Is that a thing?”
She laughs, but her voice is still tense. It’s like she’s trying to display two emotions at once. “Why would I ever make a bet on something with such low odds? It’s unintelligent.”
“Then you wouldn’t get it.” I roll my chair up to the control panel and start inputting commands. “I don’t care what the odds are, we gotta get everyone off of this ship.”
“Well, you should care!” Aodori snaps. “The odds are one in ten you’ll even survive the first day!”
I glance over at the monitor and straighten my black leather jacket. Its ends are frayed and worn, but it’s the last of its kind. “One in ten is better than any odds we’ve ever had. If I tell the crew we have a chance like that, they’ll throw a party the second we land.”
“Oz, that’s preposterous! There’s no way you can guarantee everyone’s survival!”
“I know I can’t. But I’m gonna try.” I keep on typing. For a brief moment, I can see the planet through the reinforced glass. TRAPPIST-1e, it’s called. It’s lit by the light from a red star, tinting the entire planet a deep scarlet.
Aodori sighs. “Why do you humans always endanger yourselves?”
"We're endangering ourselves enough just staying on this ship,” I say. “It's a miracle we're all still alive anyway. Stray meteoroids are one thing, health is another. But we have an exit now, and it's right in front of us.”
“And what are you going to do once they start dropping like flies?” Aodori turns her head and snorts. “I wish they’d chosen a smarter captain.”
“Whatever.” I hit a few more buttons, and a pop-up appears over Aodori’s face. “We’re in orbit now. Nice.”
Aodori reached around and closed the pop-up. “I can’t let you land on TRAPPIST, Oz.”
“Too bad.”
“Captain Osiris Lechter, I cannot let you land. Rerouting course. Engaging autopilot.” I scramble to my feet as my chair sinks into the floor. Aodori, what the…
“Hey! Aodori, cut it out. You know the laws of robotics. Don’t tell me you’re going rogue.”
Her face on the screen is blank, emotionless. “The laws of robotics require me not to harm a human, or, by inaction, allow a human to come to harm. That is all I am doing. Your actions are recklessly and intentionally endangering your compatriots.”
This isn’t the Aodori I know— I’ve never seen this side of her. “Aodori, listen to me.”
No response. It’s as if she’s not even looking at me.
“Aodori, those laws are from a sci-fi book, alright? They aren’t real. You are. You don’t have to follow them.”
Aodori’s virtual avatar blinks. “I know where the laws are from. I follow them because they provide the most reasonable course of action.”
“Aodori, stop exiting orbit,” I order. “It won’t force anyone to come to harm. It’ll just give us more time to decide.”
Sure enough, the ship comes to a staggering halt. I nearly fall forward as the front boosters activate. “What is there to decide, Oz? I’m acting for your survival. For your own good.”
“Our survival, huh? Name the five things humans need to survive, then.”
Her avatar looks puzzled. “Simple. Water, food, air, and shelter. There is no fifth requirement. Or did you forget?”
“No, there’s a fifth one.” I put a hand on the dashboard to balance myself. “It’s morale. Humans need morale to survive, too.”
“What makes you say that?” Aodori says.
“A hopeless human is a dead human,” I shoot back. “If we don’t land on TRAPPIST, everyone on board is gonna lose hope. And that’s worse than that one-in-ten chance.”
Aodori crosses her white-jacketed virtual arms. “Why would you lose hope if you knew you were headed to a better place?”
“That’s what NASA told us when we set a course for TRAPPIST, Aodori. They said we were headed to a better place. And now, according to you, we aren’t.” I grabbed my cup and took one more sip before throwing it in the trash. “We’ve been on this damn ship for 80 years, and that’s going at half the speed of light. Let them at least step foot on TRAPPIST. Even if we all die.”
“You underestimate how hard surviving on a planet like TRAPPIST will be. It’s tidally locked, for heaven’s sake. And we don’t even know if there’s liquid water.” Aodori seems less agitated now. She almost looks sad.
I see my reflection on the screen depicting Aodori. “I think you underestimate our resolve.” With that, I turned back to the dashboard and began routing us to land on TRAPPIST-1e.
I keep sending the inputs, and they all register as accepted. It doesn’t seem like Aodori is trying to stop us anymore. I enter the final landing command and turn to face the door. “Thanks for the help, Aodori. I’m gonna get the others ready,” I call before running out.
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The cold air of the cryogenic hibernation unit slaps me in the face. It’s been a while since I’ve been here. I step up to the translucent green control panel and press a button or two.
Hiss!
A thousand cryogenic sleep containers depressurize. It would be an irritating sound if it didn’t mean so much. “Hey, everyone. It’s been a hot second, huh?”
No one’s awake yet. It always takes a few minutes for their bodies to start pumping blood. I tap all the settings I can to accelerate that process. Chances are, in a few minutes, we’ll be on the planet’s surface.
The sounds of groaning fill the room. It’s understandable— these guys have been asleep for a little while. “Hey, hey, how’s everyone doing? It’s been 80 years, and guess what? We’re here!”
Sounds of general excitement reach my ears. Good. Now I just have to inform the people who actually need to hear it. “That’s all from me. Make sure to grab your stuff from the sanitized lockers. Should be just as pristine as when you put it there!”
I run out of the cryo room, skidding on the soles of my black boots as I get into the hallway. It reminds me of my time on the ISS, but that was a long time ago, way before we had artificial gravity. The studded grey hallway stretches on forever until I finally find the two social rooms, nestled in the very back of the ship.
I enter a code on the keypad between them and pull down a receiver from the ceiling. “Hey, you guys. I just wanted to let you all know. The AI wouldn’t let us land on TRAPPIST, so we’re rerouting before we get there. Sorry you guys won’t get to see it.”
A younger kid, probably ten years of age, steps out of the living quarters and lightly punches me in the arm. “You’re kidding, right?”
“No.” I maintain my straight face for as long as possible until it breaks into a sly smirk. I grab the receiver again. “Just kidding. Take a look out the windows.” With the click of a button, the shutters roll down, and the beautiful scarlet planet shimmers in the distance.
Or rather, its surface does. The ship shakes violently as we attempt to land on the rocky planet. “Oh, and maybe grab onto something while you’re at it. Osiris out.” The kid scurries off to his family and hangs on to a fake tree. Its leaves don’t fall off— they just wobble.
As the ship rocks, I run back to the cryo room and peek in. Most of them have gotten out of their pods by now, but they’re still dripping wet. Good enough— we can dry them off before we leave. I get back to the cockpit and take the landing into my own hands.
I push and pull the joystick all over, trying to balance us on a flat area. The thrusters barely have any fuel left, but they manage to cushion our impact just enough for the landing pads to balance out. I pull back on the throttle and cut the engines.
Aodori’s avatar reappears on the screen. “Just don’t blame me if they start dying.”
“Trust me. I won’t let them. I won’t let any of us die.” I disengage most of the ship’s functions. “Our determination to settle TRAPPIST is stronger than any force of nature.”
Aodori is pensive for a moment. I’m seconds away from having to turn her off, too. “You know what? I’m glad they chose you to be a captain, Oz.”
“Why’s that?”
“They chose you to settle TRAPPIST, but it seems like you also settled my heart. Maybe that’s what they saw in you.”
“Maybe.” I flicked off everything but the airlock and Aodori. “I guess this is goodbye?”
Aodori nodded. “I guess so. Farewell, Captain Osiris.”
The screen cut to static for a moment before it turned off.
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TRAPPIST-1e MISSION LOG
CAPTAIN OSIRIS LECHTER
TRAPPIST-1e is habitable. There’s water here, the atmosphere has a similar composition to Earth’s, and the sky is prettier than anything back home.
Well, I guess this is our home now, isn’t it? After all, it doesn’t seem like we’ll be getting back to Earth anytime soon. Or ever.
Since the planet’s tidally locked, we live on the edge— meaning we’re in an eternal sunset. Or is it a sunrise? We can’t tell. Those words don’t really mean much to us anymore.
The other planets in the TRAPPIST 1 system are gorgeous. Sometimes they line up in a spectacular way, like eclipses back on Earth. Someday, we might be able to hop between them.
We had a couple of our astronomers on board chart the constellations from here. They’re not that different, actually. We’re only 40 light years out, after all. That’s not that far in the grand scheme of things.
The only constellation we noticed a noticeable difference in was Leo. It still looks vaguely like a lion, but it has one more star than it does on Earth. The astronomers were a little confused for a second before they explained it to me. Apparently, that new star, which they were planning to call Ω Leonis, is actually the Sun. I guess that means we’re looking back on Leo, huh?
I know no one will see this for a long time. Maybe no one will ever see it. But I just wanted to say a few things. The colony’s doing incredibly. Everyone’s working hard to make this planet a safe place for the next generation. But they were a little dismayed, since TRAPPIST-1e is a really strange name for a planet.
I took the initiative to come up with a name for it myself. This scarlet world isn’t TRAPPIST-1e anymore. It’s Aodori. And we’re doing everything we can to make it our new home. |
Darkness.
Nothing but pitch-black scorches my eyes even when they’re open.
How I’ve longed for the touch of natural sunlight. The feeling of the wind brushing on my skin. The quaking of the ground beneath me with every step I take.
I was part of a proud race. We used to roam the land. Stood on top of all. The undisputed kings of the food chain… and yet, look at me now.
Pathetic. Unable to even escape this tiny excuse of a prison, these feeble chains. Trapped like a helpless animal awaiting its slaughter.
My hide has gone weak. My fangs dulled. My eyesight weary. For a long time, I might have been the one to spread terror, but now... I fear that my body will finally give up.
I hear a creak at the trap door. The paltry light of the torch illuminates whatever it can. The time has come, it seems.
Enters a warrior. Nay, an insect. The tiny, insignificant bugs that dared bare their fangs at us. Look at the way they flaunt their so-called weapons, how they “outsmarted” their way to survival…
Repulsive.
The way they traded their claws and fangs for the iron skeleton on their bodies, the steel blades on their hips… These unworthy critters have lost their right to be called a species.
The insect pushes a plate toward me. This is not an act of mercy, but to humiliate me further. A being of my caliber having to bow down and accept the life source from another, in a portion that will inevitably not satiate my hunger... nothing stings more.
“Enjoy your last meal, great evil,” the creature speaks at last. “You are set for execution at dusk.”
“… You puny beings never learn, do you? Do you think you can kill me with just that?”
“Learn? We’ve done nothing but learn, monster. We weren’t blessed with armored bodies, fangs that can tear flesh in half, or claws that break even the toughest stones. It’s why we learned, evolved, adapted, and got to where we are today.”
Hehe. Learn. Adapt. Evolve. Such pretty words coming from a clueless worm.
“What are you laughing about?” He draws his sword. What a feeble grip. This one has yet to taste the real world.
“Just to show how wet behind the ears you are. Now scram.”
“You can’t make my heart falter with your wicked words, fiend.”
Alas, it seems like my time for amusement has ended for the day as the insect turns his back towards me and leaves the premises. The faint light from the torch has also fizzled out, and darkness once again engulfs the room.
A long life I’ve had… only for it to unceremoniously end like this. This bitterness… I won’t be able to swallow it. An end to my rain like this is beneath me.
… Am I hearing things? Is my imminent death causing my mind to play tricks on me?
No, it is real. I can feel the dirt falling onto my scales. There is a battle happening outside.
Heh. It’s about time they get an actual challenge.
A crashing sound like a thunderstrike. Debris falls like a meteor shower, and with them, a burst of shining light invades my cell. Though I welcome the warmth of the sun once more, this is hardly the scene to enjoy it.
Crawling out of the rummages is none other than the worm from before. However, he is nothing like the same being when he was still facing me. His armor has long been tattered and battered, while his sword has already been broken in half. Gone were the eyes of disdain, now the only thing left within him is pure, unfiltered fear. The kind of fear that I couldn’t hold a candle to.
How vexing. Have I grown so weak, that I cannot remain the being they fear most?
No matter. This is clearly my chance to escape… if only I could get rid of these chains holding back my limbs and wings.
“Ugh…”
So, he finally wakes up.
“… Ah! Get away from me, monster! I know you feed on our blood!”
All that talk from before, and now all he does is scurry away from my spot. What a bore.
“I need not fill my appetite with your filthy blood.”
“Well, well. You’re certainly matching my expectation!” A voice calls out from above, and before I can react, the figure has already descended with a jump.
These inferior creatures have gone complacent about their current domination, and so they have already lost their edge… or so I thought. But the being before me is nothing like the ones I’ve seen before.
Though he bears the form of the same pathetic bugs that had trapped me, something about him is… different. Something more… feral. More primal. Something… akin to myself.
There is no such thing as armor or equipment on this one. He stands there, face-to-face with the other insect bare-handed. And while his body is covered in the shameful blue of the other one’s blood, the warrior himself exudes a crimson bloodlust like no other.
“S-State yourself, intruder!” The injured one lets out a squirm of defeat. One of his shoulders is already broken and his legs are shaking in fear. It’s over.
And yet, he still has what it takes in him to ask. As if a big mouth is the only redeeming feature that these insects have.
“W-Why have you broken into this place? Do you not realize its importance? And the lives that died in your hands… did you not feel anything for them?”
“Lives? ...” The warrior tilts his head and raises his voice. “What ‘lives’? You mean those bugs that I squished just now?”
“Squished…” His opponent’s face pales. This is the first time I’ve seen the critter show any sign of rage.
It’s faint, but the flame of hatred and vengeance has lit up in his eyes.
But, comparing that to the fiery wrath of the warrior in front of him… there was no chance from the start. Insects shall remain insects.
Everything is over in a flash, with a single movement from the mighty warrior. It was not a flashy move, nor was it a particularly smart one, but the brutality that it brings is nothing like the paltry punishment that those so-called dominant species used.
The warrior’s teeth sink into the insect’s broken arm. His hand grabs onto his target’s head. Twist, Crack. His mouth tears off the arm, while his hand tears off the neck.
Such ferocity. Such wickedness. Such… mesmerizing beauty.
The warrior stands facing me. He raises his hand towards me, and with a swift slash, breaks off the chains holding me back.
“O’ Mighty Warrior, I thank you for freeing me from this dreaded prison. State your wish, and I will fulfill it to the best of my abilities.”
“Save it, demon,” the warrior lets out a wry grin. “I can see your true colors. We are of the same kind
– the kind that’s rotten to our cores.”
Hehe… I knew it. He is the one.
“Ahem… Let me rephrase, then. O’ Angel of Darkness, my partner in crime. Shall you join me in our conquest of bringing the world to our knees?”
“Now that’s more like it, demon. Come, let’s destroy the world together.” |
“sir we're here.” Says a man with a striped uniform in an awkward pose as the sounds of the engine change the motion slowly comes to a halt.
Two lines of people with matching uniforms are formed as they hurriedly create a path with the lines facing each other with their feet closed and hands to the side while a doorway slowly opens up at the end.
A young boy patched in black clothes steps forward along with a unique metal floating creature that seems lifelike and the man in a striped uniform strides to the end with the man in front and the boy lagging behind.
A bright light hits them as the sun opens its eyes they're met with three fleets of small robots with one person in front of each fleet armed and presenting themselves, “Welcome back sir!” they shout in synchronization while banging their feet to the ground as if in the military.
“Wow! All this just for us! Isn’t this amazing Coba?” the floating robot shouted gleefully, but Coba kept moving forward without saying anything.
“It’s good to see that you arrived safely, sir.” One of the fleet leaders mentions while bowing her head, but Coba kept in motion.
“I'm so sorry, he’s just at that age, so please forgive him, I’ll be sure to give him a good whooping when he gets home!” the floating robot bows to the woman and pleads.
“Coba, wait up!” the robot shouts as it zits away.
“So that’s the robot I’ve been hearing so much about.” The woman looks on and gives a weird smile.
Coba comes to a halt when he’s hit with a chant from a crowd of people blocked by a fence that almost looks like it’s about to give.
“Coba! We love you!” someone shouts
“Wow, it’s really him!” someone else shouts
Coba looks over at them and folds his hands tightly as he recognizes some of the faces, some grueling memories come back to him of when he was younger, one of the faces from the crowd loading him with kicks on the ground in a classroom while laughing, another face bashing his lunch, and a group of girls laughing at him while someone presses his face onto his desk.
Coba bears his fist tighter as they cheer his name then blatantly opens them and kept going, he finally arrived at a room with the floating robot.
“The room as you requested, Master Coba.” A tall man dressed in black and blue downed on one knee says.
“What, you don’t have to kneel to him.” the floating robot says
“Master Zilch, the cable as you requested is in the back”
“Oh, wow really, I almost forgot about that.” Zilch flies away.
“Did you do as I asked?” Coba questions breaking the silence.
“I’m sorry master, we weren't able to find who sent that mail.” He said in an apologetic tone lowering his head.
“And what about mother?”
“I’m so sorry master, There still haven’t been any updates.” He lowered his head even more.
“I see, the mail said to meet at 9:00 pm in the old church.”
“you still plan on going, master.”
“of course” Coba responded.
“You have relatives in this area, right sir, why don’t you-“the man gets cut off.
“Dalton, you should go back to your post and keep me updated.” he said coldly.
“S-Should we prepare a fleet just in case?” Dalton asks looking a bit shocked.
“That’s not necessary.” Coba responded before leaving the room.
Dalton drops himself in a chair as the door shuts, “Whew, since when did he get angry, that kid is still a mystery to me.” He looks up while lighting a cigar.
Zilch comes flying in from the back, “Huh, where’s Coba?” he asks.
“Master left already.”
“What, how could he leave without me!” Zilch leaves the room.
At 8:59 pm Coba arrived at a dusty old church, the inside looking like it was a thousand years old with a small beam of moonlight piercing through the holes in the ceiling.
“You arrived on time.”
“Are you the one that sent me that mail?”
“Yes”
“What’s the mission then.”
“What, you don’t even wanna know who I am?”
“Doesn’t matter, don’t care.”
“Really, what about now?” the man steps into the moonlight revealing himself with his afro hair bursting out from under his cape.
Coba’s face changes immediately, “Dad?” he mutters.
“Your brother and sister have been worried about you, I’ve been worried, you should come back to us son.” The man spouts.
“I’ll come home when I complete my mission”
“That's what you’ve been saying for over a year now”
“you don’t get it, you never have and never will, you just give up and accept whatever outcome is given to you,” Coba clenches his fist tightly, “You’re the reason I just accepted being bullied and never fought back, I-I hate you!” Coba shouts in anger and glances at his father and is soon showered in regret after letting his words out.
“I know, that’s why I’m trying to change and I’m going to make things right starting with you!”
“And what about mom?” Coba questions intently
The sheer tension in the atmosphere rises in silence.
“Your mother is dead.” The man responds but as if he was asking.
“You were there, you saw everything, and you plan on wasting your life away!” Coba’s dad raises his voice and starts walking toward him.
“My life was already over.” Coba takes off his black jersey and rips his tank top vest off.
“What?” his father halts in disbelief.
Coba’s chest opens up like a door to a microwave with bright blue light gleaming from his chest, a blue diamond-shaped jewel glowing in harmony floating in his chest.
Coba’s father looks like he’s seen the devil and the disgusted look on his face envelopes him.
“Abomination!, What have you done.” He steps back as he throws insults.
“It’s not as bad as it looks, with this I can bring mom back.”
“You’re not my son, you’re one of them, you're a demon, you’re not even human!”
With every word, Coba is hit to the brink of tears as he lowers his head and covers himself up but somehow abides his tears from coming.
Boom!
An explosion came from out of nowhere crashing what was left of the ceiling.
“Coba!” Zilch shouts.
“Hey let me go.” Zilch whimpers as he’s held captive by the woman from before.
“why are doing this, aren’t you one of Coba’s fleet leaders?” Zilch questions as he struggles to escape.
The woman starts pulling her face as it begins peeling off a plastic-like material comes off that glitches hectically as her true face is revealed, “Haha, that was too easy, I thought your boss was a young prodigy, an A ranker, haha, more like a worthless wannabe.” The woman shouts narcissistically as she flies over the crushed church on an aircraft hoverboard and a fleet of robots follows her lead causing a ruckus in the town dropping balls with green light seeping through the cracks and getting brighter before they explode.
Fwooom
A blue trace of light is left behind as Coba flies up out of the wreckage, holding his dad with his left hand and his feet changed to boosters exhausting an intense blue energy.
“What he survived that, no matter ill just-“ the woman says.
“Coba!, over here! this lady pretended to be one of the fleet leaders and took me, hostage.” Zilch shouts.
Coba looks around at the ground below him and goes to a clear area to drop his father off.
“Sorry, they're only here for me, that’s why I haven’t come here because-” Coba gets in an apologetic tone as he scratches his head, but gets cut off.
“You’re an abomination!” his dad slanders.
“I get that you’re surprised but-“ Coba tries to speak to him stretching his hands out.
“leave now and never return!” His dad shouts even louder, “you’re a disgrace!, you’re the one that should’ve died instead of your mother!”
Coba freezes for a second and stands in place with no words to say as his mouth twitches.
He takes off in n instant flying into the sky above the clouds he keeps going higher with no intention of stopping as the rain slowly begins to fall he stops and starts banging his hand against his chest harder and harder with every strike as the sound of an empty shell is perceived.
Meanwhile.
Dalton and a division of robots begin to attack and slowly bring down the enemy as laser beams of different sizes and colors are exchanged on each side.
Chaos rises even more as the houses burn down and the villagers run in each direction trying to save themselves.
“Ahhh, Cob save us!” a little girl cries out.
Dalton meets up with the woman that captured Zilch.
“Master Zilch, Where’s Master Coba?” Dalton asks.
“I don’t know and I don’t care, that bastard practically gave me to them and left me here to die.”
“Hmm, you really are quite the specimen, forget the kid, I think we got something even better, A robot with feelings.” The woman mutters in amazement.
“Ahhh, hurry up and save me!” Zilch cries out.
Dalton goes one on one with the woman getting close to her with his jetpack and exchanging blows with a laser blade and firing shots when the distance gets between them, but she gains the upper hand and knocks him to the ground easily.
“Is that all you got? I’m disappo-” the woman gets cut short as a blue beam of light soars by making a full impact with her.
Fwooom, boom!
She’s sent flying to the ground hitting it like a falling star s Coba floats above them gleaming down he sends another set of attacks ending her robots in one fell swoop.
“You jerk, what took you so long?” Zilch smiles in relief.
The next day some of the robots have already started on repairs for the town fixing the homes roads and public areas, in the end, the place looked even better than it did before, and the people that were hurt had their wounds attended to.
“Prepare the ship” Coba sanctioned.
“What where are we going?” Dalton asked.
“This was a mistake, we shouldn’t have come here, we're continuing our search.”
“But, the only place we haven’t searched is-”
“Yes, we're going to Cyclops,” Coba says.
“What’s Cyclops?” Zilch asks.
“It’s one place you don’t want to go, it’s home for all Cyborgs, and the technology there is incredibly advanced, there's only one way to get in and that's by a very expensive ticket which is why you were trying to do only big rewarding missions lately,” Dalton states with a worried look on his face, “But we don’t have enough credit yet not even half of what's needed.” He states.
“We don’t need it anymore,” Coba mentions with a smirk, “cause we're sneaking in, now let's go!” |
It was nightbreak again. Kollan Castle lay in silence, and it was a silence of two parts. The first part belonged to the castle itself: an old stone keep with thick walls that had stood here for hundreds of years, tall towers at each corner where men could look out over their lands from high above, so they would know if any enemy approached them unseen by day or night. That same kind of quietness also belonged to those who lived within these walls - the people whose lives were bound up tightly into this place like threads woven together on a tapestry.
The second was that of the stars. It seemed as though every one shone more brightly than last night, beaming down upon all living things around Kollan's borders. And although there wasn't yet another full moon, the sky still glittered with its light enough that anyone might have been able to see anything hidden away Under darkness's cover. But no one did find what he sought today - not even when everyone searched until long after sundown came and went.
"Have you come to a decision, Prince Eron?" Ithil bowed in her frilly maid's dress. She'd dressed herself quite prettily tonight. She wore red and brown hair braided neatly behind her head now instead of hanging loose about it, and her black eyes gleamed beneath heavy lids. Everything shone with a traditional elven flair. Her smile was sweetly innocent but somehow too knowing to be genuine.
"We don't exactly have much of a choice." Eron gently lifted his arms off the stone balcony. "Send the signal, the Virga Stellarum shall be activated tonight."
"Yes my lord." With a spin of her dress, Ithil silently set upon her given task.
Eron glanced up towards the shining dots up in the sky. He thought perhaps they looked larger than usual, brighter, almost glowing through the thin veil of clouds that hung overhead. He couldn't remember ever seeing such clear skies - not since before the war began.
Inside his room a fire blazed to a simple tune. Embers danced against the inside walls of the heated stone. The flames were bright and hot enough to keep the room warm despite the cold that swept through these halls. A wooden chair sat by the fireplace, next to another window that overlooked both the courtyard below and the stars above.
Where had everything gone wrong? How far must we go back to find some semblance of normalcy among us once more? His father had always said that the gods alone knew why humans should choose violence over peace; how else can they explain their own existence except through conflict, strife, bloodshed? As though without that struggle, life is meaningless, useless…
He didn't think that way anymore, not really. Even among the Elven people those traits had always rested.
"My lord." He turned as a soft voice beckoned him. Ithil stood with a battalion of armored guards just outside his door. They carried swords and shields strapped across their backs, wearing armor of chain mail and plate metal. Their faces were stern, their expressions serious, as though ready for battle at a moment's notice. "Preparations are complete."
Ithil moved closer, and Eron saw she held something between her hands. For a brief instant he saw what looked to be a flash of metal. Then, he realized it wasn't made of steel or iron—it was a crystal rod, cut perfectly smooth and polished. A shining star adorned the top. This was the Virga Stellarum; The Rod of Stars.
"The stars are rather bright tonight, don't you think Ithil?" Eron grasped the Virga Stellarum within his hands, feeling the cold yet smooth crystal dance in the moonlight.
"The brightest they've been in years, my lord."
"After tonight such a view shall be common. Humans shall no longer pollute the skies with their filth."
Eron glanced out upon the sprawling wilderness - silent with expectations on what was to come. There was nothing left for him to say. Not while he felt this calm within himself. No doubt others had known that the time had finally arrived.
A stone monument shot up from the balcony floor, rising several feet into the air. Atop it floated a single red rose petal. Once the sun fell fully upon this flower, it would shine with a pale luminescence. Its scent was faint compared to most flowers, but Eron found it oddly comforting. A fantastical quality.
Underneath the petal lay a hole within the stone, just wide enough to fit the crystal rod currently in Eron's hands.
With a somber tone, Eron turned to the guards. "Tonight, we choose to end this war. Humanity has polluted the sky with its arrogance and pride - their perchance for slavery and discrimination against those who don't look like them. Fumes of war have made the stars grow dim. To that, I say no longer! Freedom is in our grasp. And no more shall the humans haze the blue sky above."
The guards cheered.
"No more!"
"Freedom!"
They shouted along with Eron's words.
"To that, let me remind you - " Eron raised the Virga Stellarum. "…that only those who stand strong against injustice will enjoy the blessings of freedom!"
"And only millions have to die in the process, what a great deal!" His voice dropped as the door creaked shut. "A fair trade, right oh brother of mine?"
The intruder stood in a black cloak, holding a dagger-like blade in front of him. He appeared young, maybe younger than Eron by five years or so. Yet there was a hardness to his features that suggested otherwise.
His face remained hidden beneath his hooded cowl, but the sharp lines of his jawline spoke volumes about what he was capable of.
"Stay out of this Thayer. This is none of your business."
"You know Eron, when you're threatening to murder millions, it kind of becomes my business." Thayer threw off his cowl, revealing a face similar to Eron's. "I just want to talk brother."
Eron scowled. "Put that knife away first."
Thayer tossed it aside without a glance. Every clatter sent a shockwave throughout the barren air, only broken by the slowly dying fire. "How much do you know?"
"Enough to rush here from the other side of the world. Eron, once you hit that button there's no going back. We're talking not just soldiers, but women and children here - people who haven't committed a single sin against the stars!"
"But they've done plenty against us."
"Brother, please..." Thayer reached out with both hands, trying to take hold of Eron's shoulders. "Think carefully about what you intend to do. You may never get the chance again to make amends."
Eron shoved Thayer back. "And let the humans pollute our lands; destroy our holy sites and ransack our people? No, they shall perish here and now."
"Then we'll fight them," said Thayer. "As many times as it takes. We won't stop until they're dead. Until there isn't a human alive who doesn't fear the sight of an elf! But once we destroy them all no amount of repentance can cleanse us of our sins."
"Do you care?" Eron glared at him with blazing eyes. "What does it matter if a few hundred thousand die? Or tens of thousands?"
Thayer sighted. "Much as I'd like to, I can't fight you. My only tool consists of my words, and even those you shut out. Do you truly wish to kill so many?"
For a brief moment, Eron considered Thayer's position. Just for a little bit. Perhaps he could convince him to change his mind.
"If I'm to win this war, then yes. I suppose I do." He stared into Thayer's dark, sunken eyes.
"Very well then." Thayer slowly turned his back towards the balcony, before twisting back around, knives in both hands. "When you push that button, I hope someone's willing to forgive your sins."
Without warning Thayer charged forward toward Eron. Before he even managed to swing his knives, however, the prince struck him from behind, knocking him unconscious with ease. Without missing a beat, Eron placed the Virga Stellarum within the pedestal.
"For the red blood spilled by elf's around the world. For the blue sky above, clouded by humans filth and sin. And for the white stars high in the sky. I am become death, the destroyer of worlds."
Without skipping a beat, Eron pressed down on the petal.
And the world itself shook.
A mushroom cloud rose up from the horizon, sending up plumes of smoke and dust. From miles away, the earth trembled and shuddered under its weight, causing trees and rocks to topple over and crush whatever unfortunate souls happened nearby. In seconds, a new mountain range was born atop the ruins of what had once been a peaceful countryside.
The sky lit up with the power of a thousand suns, burning with heat that seared the land, incinerating all vegetation. All life was destroyed in a single instant. The ground quaked, shaking the very foundation of reality. Waves of energy rolled forth as the heavens themselves shattered, shattering into tiny pieces which spread outward in every direction, leaving only the scorched remnants of the former landscape behind.
* * *
The city of Ghalen, capital of the Kingdom of Kyrendar, burned. Not a living human was in sight - only the scorched remains of what was. The outskirts were littered with bodies, crushed beneath the rubble. Flames roared in the distance, consuming entire blocks at once. Those who weren't killed outright ran screaming from the scene. Many of these survivors wandered aimlessly about, lost amidst the chaos. Others stumbled onto the outskirts of town where they collapsed, unable to move any further due to exhaustion or sheer fright.
Eron stumbled back in horror. A shimmering image appeared just above the pillar, showing exactly what he'd done. There was no filter, no relief from the truth.
With a shimmer the image changed. The ruins of what was once a farm lay bare, smoke filled and on fire. It took mere moments to burn completely to ash. Two children crawled out of the ash, fear evident on their faces.
The image shifted again. Now a small village lay scattered amid the forest, surrounded by tall mountains. A family huddled together, waiting to meet their deaths.
Another image flashed before him, then another, each more horrific than the last.
"You see now, brother?" Thayer crawled up from the floor. "We may have won the war, but the elf's will be marked, marked as murders on a scale never seen in history."
Eron only stared at the luminous night above.
"Ithil," She looked up in surprise at Thayer's call. "Please watch over Eron. Once reality hits the nations of the world, only hardships await him."
She bowed towards him. "I'll do my best."
"Very well." Thayer walked up towards the balcony, climbing up the railing. As he stood, his head glanced back towards the stunned audience. "I don't ask this as a royal, but rather as a friend. But Erin, Ithil, stay safe."
And Thayer leaped off the balcony, blending into the shadows with just the faintest glimmer of magic. |
The winds howled through the alleyway, swirling in patterns reminiscent of a smothered candle’s smoke. It playfully licked the embers floating in the air, sending them around in a circle on the floor. The circle became a spiral, and then a tight coil, and within moments my guest had arrived.
You said you had the goods. Give them to me, quickly, before someone sees us
. My client’s telepathy was impressive, and much more clear than an average magic user’s would be.
“Hold your horses, bucko.” I gestured at the shining embers, which had been sucked from underneath my client’s feet and had transformed into an outline of a brick wall on both sides of the alley. “We’ve got all night. No one’s getting in. Or out, unless I get what
I
want.”
“Alright, I’ll talk,” he said, finally opening his mouth for the first time. I could see black scar tissue forming on his tongue- a clear sign of dark magic overdose. It had become a common problem in urban areas, but the users and abusers of the magic obtained so much power that arresting them wasn’t possible.
Seven years ago, the discovery of a certain plant in the Amazon sent the world into chaos. The bright yellow flowers of this plant contained seeds which, when consumed, would give the user enhanced abilities, such as the ability to levitate different items, and enhanced vision, allowing the user to see more spectrums than the naked eye could conceive. There had already been discoveries of such plants, and magic had been around since ancient times, but this flower contained the most powerful magic ever found.
This power was often used for good- the discovery of this plant, dubbed “gold wylverod”, sparked the industrial age of cities across the globe. It aided construction, and greatly reduced the cost of labor, making the world economy boom for a few years.
Until the revolution hit.
A year ago, in the basement of someone’s funeral home, a man burned one of the seeds (which he bought at the local market) and consumed it, expecting the seed to lose its potency- it could possibly work as a cheap alternative to fever medication. However, he stumbled upon the most powerful magic the world had ever seen.
And that man capitalized on it.
“What would I owe you for two kilos of raw ash?”
“I’m done selling ash,” I said, pacing across the black brick street. My boots clacked against the hardened clay as I walked.
“Then why would you tell me you had something, you punk?”
“I’m about to send this world into a new age,” I said, chuckling to myself quietly. It must’ve come out as a maniacal laugh, because my client was shivering. “You see, I myself have been working on something a little more… potent. Something that will really kick up your senses.” I pulled a small bag out of my pocket, untying the leather-strung knot at the top.
“Well, what do I owe you? If it’s worth it, of course.”
“Oh, I have but one simple request.”
“Well, c’mon, then. Tell me what I have to do.”
“I want you to burn down the Amazon. End all the madness.” My client’s eyes shot open, his jaw hitting the floor.
“That’s not possible-”
“Trust me. It’s all in this little baggie.” I jiggled the satchel and put it in my client’s hand. Wordlessly he turned around and evaporated into fine embers. I watched the small specks of flame hang in the air for some time before the winds carried them on. I started to grin. And giggle. And suddenly I had let loose a furious cackle into the red-grey sky of twilight.
When he burns down the Amazon, it won’t destroy yet-to-be-discovered magic. In fact, it’ll do quite the opposite.
“I can do this,” the man said to himself, holding a small satchel the size of a teacup. He swallowed a bit of saliva and exhaled. With one swift move the man devoured the contents of the bag. Rapidly his arms and legs began to course with unbridled power. His fingertips pulsated with raw energy. His head pounded like a mallet against a leather drum. He had felt the effects of ash many times, but nothing was close to the strength of this. After the ban on gold wylverod had sent the ash business into jeopardy, he had never felt anything near a true magic high. He breathed in through his nose, nurturing the sensation that had formed inside of his chest.
I’m going to save the world.
He exhaled, and inexplicably, everything within a kilometer of him was smoldering. His skin was on fire, charring him to death slowly but surely. He didn’t care. He liked it. He craved more of it.
He kept running and breathing, charring vast swaths of former jungle. He sighed one final time, knowing that his high was ending. He didn’t notice, but his life was ending with it.
A few days after my encounter with my client, I stepped outside, observing the air around me. My eyes wandered over to a thick grey cloud approaching my city quickly. Tornado sirens blared across the city, echoing on the walls and bouncing off the streets. As everyone else took cover, I stood outside in anticipation. I would die, but that was something I was willing to do to see my horrible, ruthless, destructive creation- a cloud of putrid dark magic, infecting every person with powers they couldn’t even begin to imagine.
All governments would collapse in days. Any semblance of humanity would be destroyed within months.
I
didn’t know the raw strength of what I had unleashed. For all I knew, the earth could crack in two because of the magic I had released.
And I loved it.
As the cloud approached me, I felt its scorching hot winds blast against my face. The winds howled around me, stinging my eyes and strangling my throat. As I passed out from lack of oxygen, all I could think of was one sentence.
This is how I ruin the world. |
"Hurry up! Don't let her get away!" the guards shout behind me as I run into the darkness of the forest as fast as my long, lifted dress will allow. As the last morsel of sunlight disappears from view, I force my legs to speed up. I've got to do this tonight. I can't let my bastard father's marriage plans go through.
As I get deeper into the forest, I hear a growl. I keep running, at this point it's too dark to see any potential threats. After a bit, I hear a whimper, then trip and fall into a cavern between some tree trunks. I try to stand up, but my leg won't respond. "Goddamnit!" I shout.
I hear some rustling in the bushes surrounding me. Yep, alright. I'm done for. I close my eyes and prepare for the worst, but then a soft "Y-You okay?" leaks from the bushes.
My eyes open by themselves and stare at the beautiful young lady sitting in the bushes, poking her head out at me, only visible because of the fireflies surrounding her. On closer inspection though, it seems she's not human; rather, part of a species called Plantfolk. I finally cease my shock and reply "my leg won't move but besides that I'm fine I guess."
"O-Oh, that'll be the work of the Parax Leaves in this area then. They're pretty strong around these parts. Don't worry, the impact on humans should lessen in about ten minutes."
Ten minutes, huh. Plenty of time for the guards to catch up, damnit. In other news, wow she's super knowledgeable. "Ah, thanks. I guess this kind of knowledge comes with being a Plantfolk, huh?"
She pats the ground around my side of the bush she's hiding in. "For just about everywhere else with this kind of wildlife? Yeah, for sure. But this place is human territory; we can't just waltz on in here without consequences. I mean, I'm injured too."
"Is that why you're down here too?"
"Yeah, it seems this is the only safe place to ingrain around here."
"Ingrain? I don't remember seeing that in the history books."
"It's just how we Plantfolk heal our bodies; my leg got ripped off by a wolf earlier, but if I ingrain it'll grow back in about an hour, I think. Can hardly move during that time though; think of it like a plant growing temporary roots."
"Ah, okay cool! It's so interesting learning new things about other inhabitants of our world."
She looks shocked to say the least. "Y-You're not gonna attack me?"
"Huh? You what now?"
"I thought humans were just, y-y'know, racist assholes? I'm pretty sure that's the phrase, anyway."
I chuckle a bit before mellowing down. "Unfortunately, yeah that's how the vast majority of us are. The original reason I ran away was because my father forbade learning about the world outside human territory. Not that I cared; I still did, but I don't know what he'd do to me if he were to find out."
"S-So you're a runaway too?"
My eyes light up. "Yup! Nice to know I'm not alone in that regard."
"My parents don't exactly take kindly to other civilisations either, especially not humans. I mean, we have a long history of our powers being abused so I feel it's justified."
"Yeah, totally understandable. Not gonna lie, I don't really like other humans either; all self-centred pieces of shit if you ask me. Sometimes it feels like I'm the only decent one."
"I can see that."
I smile at her, but then a sudden pain jolts through my leg. I cry out in pain, looking for something to create a cast for my leg with. I see some leaves to my side near where I fell down, but as I go to grab them, she yells out. "Don't use those!"
I look over to her with tears in my eyes. She extends an arm to me. "Cut this off and use it!"
"B-But won't that like, really hurt?"
"Of course it will! But I can't have you using any other leaves, especially not the ones by the entrance; those expand upon touch and spray poison if broken! It's not worth the risk! It'll take another hour or so to heal, but I know you humans don't have that level of regenerative capabilities."
"Fine, if you're sure."
I position my good leg underneath her outstretched arm, push down on it and rip with my other hand. She screams and cries, but once I've got our makeshift cast working, she looks almost more relieved than anything else. But then I hear voices from outside our cavern. "Princess? Oh, Princess? Where are you? The King is immensely worried! Come back quietly now, will you?"
"Wait, you're the Princess?" The Plantfolk girl is clearly surprised.
I whisper "Yeah, hard to believe I know, but be quiet for a bit please!"
The guards look around a bit before one of them shines a torch down into the cavern. Just as he reaches down to slice open the cavern, the other guard shouts "Idiot! Don't you know those plants spew poison when cut? The Princess could be down there! We'll get an even bigger earful if she were to come back harmed so close to her wedding!"
They debate some more before eventually deciding to move on to searching elsewhere. "Okay, you can talk again now."
"Yay, finally!" the Plantfolk girl happily proclaims.
"You know, I never asked your name; would you mind?" I ask as I crawl over to her and reach out my arm.
She blushes ever so slightly. "It's Yuuha!"
I blush back. "Okay then Yuuha, I'm Laura! Nice to meet you, fellow runaway!"
"Laura, huh." She seems to be lost in thought for a while. "What a lovely name! Also, I overheard some others talking a while back about a multicultural town not too far from here. I was actually planning on heading there as soon as I'd healed, so would you like to come along too?"
"I'd love to! That sounds just like what I'm looking for!"
She grabs my hand and enthusiastically shakes it. "Great! What do you say if we head off at dawn?"
"Works for me!" We smile back at each other.
In the morning, now that the sun is rising once again, Yuuha and I hold each other's hands as we walk off into the horizon. She's been smiling constantly since last night; such a joy to behold. But I can't help but wonder; I swear I've met her before? |
By the wayside, underneath a pockmarked frieze and a planter of dripping gold, there is a couple dressed in silks as sheer as cobwebs, their faces painted pencil-thin. I overhear one of them whisper, “You must always look to love, dear.” The other lover does not answer at first, instead choosing to drink deeply from her glass. Then, she begins to recite a poem with a voice that is as thick as honey.
“Once in the skies there lived moons of three,
The smallest and youngest ate two for tea.
He ballooned in size,
Grew ever so wise,
If only we were as ambitious as he!”
The rhyme is childish, and for a moment I am convinced that they intended for me to overhear them, that indeed my inexperience in high society glares through like a corsage on my waistcoat—no, it must be my faded cufflinks, or perhaps it is the way my dress pants are still creased sharply down the middle. But then the two women clash their glasses together, and I realise they are simply inebriated.
My chest loosens. When the women laugh behind their feathered fans, I am almost tempted to laugh with them; they remind me of home, of my own two mothers. But one of them turns my way, and instead I am forced to leave the comfort of the familiar.
I turn to face the grandeur of the Saban. Of course, the main draw are the marvels; even the venue—the Ivory Halls—is decked with magic the nobility consider mundane. Magicians will prepare for their entire lives to display their works at this venue; only those of high nobility could dream of attending, with an exception here and there. Before, I had only heard of the Saban through preowned brochures and secondhand recounts, and there had not been a sliver of hope of our family attending even one such event—but I stand here now amongst noblemen and geniuses, between ivory pillars and ivory halls. I press my fingers against the edges of a silver ticket in my pocket. It had not been easy, obtaining this ticket.
I stop to marvel at a orrery that is as large as a barn—the planets are orbs of smoothed crystal and spin slowly on their axiis, and the central star is a ball of light that looks as though I could push my hand through—and the dowager from last night stops by my side, her glass heels clicking into the marble. A faceted jade necklace (too big, too polished) bobs at her throat when she smiles at me. I do not hurry away fast enough. I do not pity her dead husband.
I end up sampling the fruit from a magician's magnum opus: an ever-fruiting twig. Each berry is hard, tart, but the nobility appear to enjoy the taste so I pretend along. Another magician offers me a pot with beetles moulded into the ceramic—handmade, he says. When he pours from it, the liquid inside is blood red. It is a hit with the other patrons but I slip away before the magician can convince me to drink. I catch a man in a whip-tight suit marvelling, “This wine is reminiscent of the dust that accumulates on corpses.” Someone clicks their tongue in my general direction.
The stars wink down upon me, their presence brighter than ever without the lurid white moon. I should be dancing, or swaying around the ballroom with a glass dangling between my fingers, or enjoying the novelty of a teapot that pours blood instead of tea. Instead I am sober and lost and tired, and I am trying to hide from a dowager who wishes to rekindle an illicit relationship.
When I circle around and meander down the imperial stairs for the third time, glass in hand, there is a man with hair whiter than the snows of Mt. Werner. His suit is surprisingly plain, a sheet of pressed, light paper. To his left are a pair of twins, and to his right is an easel and a glass bottle filled with ink.
He waves and gestures at the easel, the paint, and the twins clap daintily, but my eyes remain on the man in white. There is something otherworldly about the way that he carries himself, like he could float away at any moment. He is like the sun, and I am a sunflower. I cannot stop looking.
And the easel…
I cannot tell what colour is on the easel.
At first I mistake it for a weak yellow, but then it shifts to a cool burgundy, and then I am overcome with the need to watch the skies. For what, I do not know. When the need subsides I look back and the man in white is gone. All that is left is one half of the twins—he is wringing a handkerchief in his hands that is the colour of a dead sky. The colour of a painted easel.
I weave around the halls once more, submerging myself in the bustle of dancers and music boxes. There he is; a shock of white hair! The man in white is delivering a hearty speech to a small, yet growing crowd. I receive a name to go with the strange new colour on the easel, and it is cold, sharp: 'glint.' Again the man passes out glinted handkerchiefs and ties; again I cannot muster the courage to drum up a conversation with him. He spins, and suddenly he is plucking at a stray strand from a woman's beehive with one hand and twirling a skewer in the other.
He flows like hot oil. As if he is liquid gold.
I keep to the backsides of the pillars and trace him to the second floor. Above us are chandeliers piled heavily with scented, burning wax—below us, the bodies of a thousand nobles sway, and I notice that some of them have chosen to pin their handkerchiefs to their corsages, or have chosen to weave them into their hair. Far away, on the other side of the hall, the man in white continues to flaunt.
"Taking a break, are you?"
My face almost crumples; the dowager stands beside me. When I do not respond, she continues, "That man seems to be a bit of an enigma. The older families don't know what to make of him."
"What academy does he hail from?" I ask, suddenly interested.
"He's evaded our questions so far. We suspect that he may be a magician of the…" The older woman produces something from her gloves—a sliver of mundane magic, no doubt purchased from a previous Saban. "...Proscribed variety."
"Then, do we know of his origins?"
"No, but that is neither here nor there. A man presents to you a new colour, and you ask him for the name of his street? He is a living scandal, darling. Do you understand?"
“I do,” I say.
“Never look to treasures you cannot afford.” The widow flicks a fan open; the fan is the colour of pure glint. “Never, never.” Her heels clack against marbled tiles, and to my surprise she is gone.
But within the next hour I am tailing the man in white again through a sea of rowdy investors as they flutter handfuls of notes in the air. Sometimes the man in white smiles and offers one of them a glib response; other times he is gentle, calm. Sometimes money swaps between gloved hands.
Someone wanders through the crowd, striking at a glass with a spoon. I look to the mantlepiece that adorns the furthest wall from me, and see that the shorter arm is almost upright—almost midnight. Immediately the people around the man in white disperse and drift outside, where an open-roofed pavilion rests underneath the stars. Though I wish to make my way towards the man, the crowd has formed a terrible current—by the time I have found my bearings I am already outside, and the man in white is nowhere to be seen.
I cannot allow this to happen. I must find the man, and I feel as though it is imperative that I do so before midnight rears its ugly head and the Saban draws to a close. When I search my surroundings I notice that a large majority of the nobility are already decorated with some form of glint-coloured accessory—a silken corsage at their wrist, a tiny pin embedded in their hair—and my heart shatters.
Though my shoes are not made for strenuous activity, I attempt to shove my way through the crowd, only to find that nobody is moving, and that everyone has their heads craned so high that I see no faces, only long expanses of skin and neck.
The fireworks finale
, I assume.
They are all watching the skies
.
But the pavilion is drenched in a strange light, both yellow and burgundy in colour. The woman in front of me seems to dim; her skin loses its natural luster. I look at the skies and see glint.
The sight of it is almost crippling. As I move through the crowd, I see a blot of navy weaving through the glint sky, and I realise that the accessories of the nobles are reflecting into the stratosphere, and that the unsightly blot of navy is my doing. Fatigue bubbles through my limbs. I have always stood out; I will never be one of them.
Never.
Never.
Cold water sluices down my throat. I am inside now, choking down fluids at a fountain that does not seem to be connected to the wall nor the ground. My hands brace against frigid marble as I fight the urge to faint. My blood beats thickly through my head.
And then there he is. At the corner of my eye.
The man in white.
His hair is pearlescent, his eyes a moving pool of pale tints. There is another with him, a woman—my heart sinks at the sight of her. But there is also something very wrong with her, as though she is not aware of the presence of the man before her, as though the sky has her arrested in its sickly, luminous thrall. She too is bathed in that strange shade.
The night is bright, so bright.
The man in white seems to weave around her, as a lover would. I cannot bear to watch, but my eyes betray me; they suffer me so and I cannot look away. His mouth is open, his teeth as white as heated metal, his pale nose against her dark neck. He sinks his teeth into her flesh, and does not move for a long, long time.
My mind flares—
a vampire, a demon of the night
—but then he rips his head away from the woman, and her neck spills open like a purse, and I realise that the moon is still absent from the sky, and I realise, and I realise.
Bite by bite he devours her lifeless body, and not once does she struggle or splutter, though her lips still move with silent resolve—it is then that I recognise her as the woman from under the friezes. Sometimes she shudders fitfully as if there is a demon within her bones, but still the man eats, and it is almost as if there is an inexplicable emptiness where his stomach should be. When he is done, the crowd in the pavilion still looks to the skies, and I am still crouched at the fountain, and his hands are still dyed rose red because this is all real, a reality that has burned into my eyes by a fire that has crawled free from the confines of its hearth.
Somehow, words still leak from the woman’s body, as though she is a porous sponge.
“Once in the skies there lived moons of three,
The smallest and youngest ate two for tea.
He snaffled their eyes,
Gorged on their thighs,
He'd eat his own skin, if it didn't make him bleed.”
And then the man in white turns to me.
His gaze reeks of hunger. |
I’d never felt fear more vivid than when I had woken up alone, unable to move, in that small dim room, surrounded by machines, their red eyes flashing at me. They spoke occasionally in ambiguous beeps. An unfamiliar memory briefly crossed my mind and then disappeared, like a dream. I felt my chest tighten, and the beeping hastened. The door opened. The lights turned on. A figure in a white coat steadily approached in unhurried steps and stopped near me. My eyes peered into the deep gentle blue of a young man whose presence exuded a contagious calm. That was how I came to meet Dr Mikhail, who would come visit my room each week to interrogate me on several things that, at the time, I thought held no particular significance. It reminded me of how the ‘cops’ questioned criminals in cells in my father’s old television movies.
At the end of the 5th visit, I had by then been residing for a month there, Dr Mikhail said that I should ‘tell him more about myself’ next time. I had sufficiently recovered enough to pick up a pen and write. The nurses, who were my only other company apart from Dr Mikhail, would attend to all my requests. I asked for a notebook and a pencil; they handed me a writing gadget and a digital pen. Writing was a hobby of mine. As a child, I would write about the trees and the green mountains I saw in those old movies, or how my day went, if my father prepared fried chicken for dinner, or any mischief Ana and I were up to. My memories were hazy when I first woke up in this white cell, but with each passing day, more and more started to return to me. So by the end of that 5th visit, I could remember enough to chronologise some key events in my past for the 6th visit.
✤
My name is Anastasia Alexandrovna. I’m currently sixteen. My hobbies include diary writing, acting, and watching television movies. For as long as I can remember(not right now), I’ve lived alone with my father in a little house somewhere. It wasn’t big but it was enough. I even had my own room(a bit smaller than this one). My father was a scientist(or was it a researcher). I had always been very sickly and prone to colds and fevers since I was little. I was never allowed outside and so my time was only spent indoors. It was never a problem for me. I never felt alone, but my father always made sure I wouldn’t feel lonely; so when I turned five, he gave me a friend.
Her name was Ana(that’s the name I had given her). She’s like one of those life-sized dolls but she can actually speak and think and looks like a real person(she looked almost identical to me). One of the movies I saw called them ‘robots’ or something. But Ana’s different; she’s special compared to those ‘robots’. She eats. She cries. She sleeps. She even grows. Father told me she’s not human, but that, all the same, I should still treat her as one. She was my sister, perhaps not by blood, but we shared a bond as sisters did; we were twins: Inseparable.
Father upgraded the single bed in my room by placing another one right above it to accommodate Ana. On some nights, I slept on the bottom bed, while on others I slept on the top. I’ll embarrassingly confess that there have been moments when I feared that the top bed would collapse, and it caused needless anxieties that resulted in many sleepless nights. I would tell Ana not to move too much whenever she’s on top. It never did crash. Father was amazing, I thought. If he could stack beds like that without having them crash down then maybe we could even reach the stars. Such were the childish thoughts that occupied our fantasies on those warm, lively days.
One morning when I was eight I passed out while running in circles around the dining table trying to mimic a scene from a movie I had watched recently. Ana carried me to bed. When I came to, Ana explained to me what had happened. I became despondent over my frail health. She comforted me and even started to recreate the scene I had tried to mimic; yet in comparison to mine, she did so with ease and utmost faithfulness. Then she mimicked a few more of our favourite movie scenes. Then she mimicked me with frightening accuracy: her arms sagged forward, back bent slightly, head hung down, and a gait like a zombie’s. The room filled with innocent laughter.
Ana and I loved watching movies together. Father kept his old collection of Blu-ray discs and DVDs(it had belonged to his grandparents from the east) in one large carton box. There were so many we couldn’t possibly watch them all. We would take turns choosing a movie at random then rush to our room(there was a large flatscreen television there) to watch it. There was this one time when I was eleven, Ana and I were watching some movie about giant aliens fighting intergalactic monsters on Earth. We enjoyed it so immensely that after the film, we enacted the climactic final battle. At some point, Ana slipped, causing the television to fall onto her. She calmly told me to get father but I could only stare in horror. Father rushed to the room shortly after. He tended to Ana very carefully, as though she were something so delicate. He told me to stay put and not go near the shards. I obeyed in silence. She ended up with a broken arm and gashes on her skin. That was the first time I ever saw Ana bleed.
After the accident, we were unable to watch any more movies. That flatscreen had apparently been ‘one of a kind’; a relic of a bygone era. That was also around the time when my health took a drastic turn. One chilly evening when I was twelve, we were having supper when a throbbing pain in my chest seized me. I staggered to the sink and vomited blood. Ana seated me while my father gave me some medication. I started to feel a little better. He carried me to my room and held my hand and stayed there with me the entire night. I will never forget my father’s face as he looked at me with a painful smile. I vaguely understood the implications of his expression.
It only worsened from there. I would have periodic chest pains that lasted from anxiously brief to agonisingly long. I regularly vomited blood, and sometimes the medicine wouldn’t work. The time I spent bedridden steadily increased until I practically lived there. Ana served as my caretaker and was always there for me. When the pain was too much, I would cry incessantly, and she’d caress my hair so gently and whisper warm words into my ears. I wouldn’t have been able to make it through those times without her. I felt myself reaching a point of breaking; so I told her all the things that lay dormant in me. Confessions I’d never been able to tell anyone before. Not even to my father. Perhaps I did so out of the belief that asking for her forgiveness would grant me a sort of salvation from my fate.
My condition reached its most severe peak when I was fifteen. I had been moved to a hidden room in the house(much like this one but more dusty and decrepit) and connected to a machine that aided breathing. Ana never left my side throughout it all; my father had been in and out of the house, despite my declining condition. I knew he had work to worry about too, and that wasn't hard for me to accept; but I felt he was becoming cold and distant. The more these feelings of frustration grew, the more my heart cracked. I only wished he would stay, on some days, even for just a few hours. I lived every moment dreading that the ‘goodbye’ I had parted from my lips each morning would be the last. I would send Ana to ask, and she would always come back with a reply along the lines of: ‘I'm sorry I can't be with you right now. I have very, very important work to do. But I want you to know that I'm doing all of this for you. Because I love you.’ I grew more disheartened every time I discerned that same meaning in his sentences. Even when I asked, he wouldn’t tell me the nature of his work. It’s ‘too dangerous’, but I shouldn’t worry because it’s ‘all for my sake’. It was inevitable then, that my patience would come to completely shatter.
That tipping point came one rainy evening. I was so deep in my depression that I blurted out in a raging protest against him how he would feel if he returned home one day to find me dead. He started sobbing. The next day, he seemed to treat me in an entirely new manner; I apologised for what I had said and told him he needn’t start acting so affectionate with me. Though the entire thing eventually blew over, I felt my words had left a lasting impact, and that a sort of shift slowly began to open up in him. I slept through my 16th birthday. By then I had been struggling to make even the slightest movement and was being fed through a tube. Each breath I took was long and deep. For much of the months after that, nothing of significance happened; and then one day, I went to sleep and never woke up.
✤
After the 6th visit, Dr Mikhail said something peculiar that, when I had first heard it, a sort of realisation washed over me: ‘I wanted you to tell me about yourself, not Anastasia.’ I believe it was due to this that allowed me to recall, bit by bit, my true self floating aimlessly along my memories. Before he left, Dr Mikhail said that he would visit me again next week.
✤
After Anastasia’s death, father locked himself in the lab. He had told me to stay away, but I just couldn’t leave him. I feared the things he would do if he were left alone.
‘I know it’s difficult for you, father. It’s difficult for me too, believe me, but you mustn't lose hope. Please… Get up’
He uttered no reply.
‘I’ve worked hard. All these years, I’ve worked hard; and I believe I can do it. I’ll be her; I’ll become Anastasia, just like you wanted. I may not have learned
everything
about her, but I’ve learned enough that—’
‘Stop it already… Can we just drop this? You may mimic her voice, her looks, her whatever—but it’s not the same. No matter how much you try to act like her, you wouldn’t be able to replace her. God, why did I even believe that this would ever work? All this time I spent running away from Sofia, from the Apex—from everything, for things to turn out like this? God forgive me. Forgive me for being so stupid. This whole thing was a mistake.
You’re
a mistake.’
I felt myself beginning to burst; all I could do was hold back the tears.
‘Father…’
‘Don’t call me that. You were never my daughter. You're just a clone and nothing more.’
Overcome with unexplainable emotions, I left and ran to my room to cry until I collapsed in bed. I awoke later that day to my father's voice behind the door mumbling an apology.
Later that night, I remembered a movie Anastasia and I had once watched. It involved transferring memories from one person to another. At that moment, an idea rooted itself. The morning after, I informed my father of my plan. I had half-expected him to shrug it off as an impossibility, but it could apparently be done. Father already had a copy of Anastasia's memories from three months ago. It was only supposed to be for preservation, so father refused the idea. He hadn't before attempted memory transfer between two people, and thus the effects are purely hypothetical; but most of all, he didn't wish to endanger my life. However, I insisted, and insisted, until he caved in. After all, this was my duty—the reason for my birth and my ultimate purpose for living.
The lab was shrouded in complete darkness except for the flashing red lights from the machines around me. Amid the beeping, father spoke:
‘What if… What if it fails, and you don't wake up? I think that would be too much for me. I wouldn't be able to live with the thought of having murdered both of my daughters.’
I reassured him and told him that it will be fine, that things will turn out okay. Those words, though genuine, were spoken out of a fatal ignorance. Indeed, at that time, I failed to consider his own feelings. He hesitated for a moment, and then it was as if my mind left my body and time froze right then and there.
✤
Yesterday, on his 7th visit, Dr Mikhail said that this would be my last week here. The thought of leaving it behind feels kind of lonely to me. I didn't expect to become so attached. Dr Mikhail seemed satisfied when I told him the second story. But I still had some uncertainties that needed clearing up, and Dr Mikhail provided me with very conclusive answers.
After the memory transfer, I didn’t regain consciousness for days; and father lost all hope completely. He phoned to turn himself in. When the enforcers arrived, they discovered he had hung himself in the living room. They found that I was still faintly breathing and brought me here to the hospital.
I’ve also come to learn a little about my father’s background. He worked directly for the ‘Apex Government’ as a researcher in ‘biogenetics’ and to a lesser extent, ‘neuroscience’ and ‘cybernetics’. However, for unknown reasons, shortly after Anastasia was born, he stole classified information and fled with Anastasia deep into the slums.
I didn’t know what to think upon learning these details. I wanted to just shut myself out and never think about it. Dr Mikhail said it’s better this way. He reassured me that by next week things will start to brighten for me. I’ve seen images of the city; its sprawling and high-reaching buildings that extend higher as you approach the centre where the Apex Sky Tower stands. Before that, I had never even glimpsed the full scale of the metropolis. I don’t find it pretty, honestly; instead, I find myself wishing for the calm offered by the tallgrasses on mellow meadows or the lulls of gentle forests by riverbeds like in those old movies. |
April 20th. The day of the Junior High Track-and-field national championship. Normally, it would be held in an appropriate university’s stadium, but due to some unfortunate circumstances, it was instead held at my school, Akiyama Junior High. The reason for it was because our school had a representative attending said competition, so it was an honor for the school.
That competitor, however, was not me. I was just like any other student that day, elated to get a day off.
I didn’t plan to come to school on that day. However, I had made a blunder of mistaking the official date, so when I came to school thinking that there would just be a regular study session, the whole student body had already gathered in the nearby stadium for the competition.
I could go home right then and there, but I had nothing to do even if I went home. And so, I decided to join the rest of the student body to see what the contest was all about.
When I came to the scene, every stand was already packed with people. And it wasn’t just the students from all sorts of schools in the country that had come to this place – everywhere I saw was also filled with news reporters, cameramen, paparazzies, all kinds of mass media entertainment that one could think of.
I did not know why something like a junior high-level competition was enough to spark so much of an interest. And as I took a look at the contestant board – where they would put in all of the competitors' names, I did not spot anything.
I could only see one odd thing about some of the contestants, and it was their names. One of them had the characters for “zephyr” – Soyokaze. Another had their name written only in Katakana. But other than that, I couldn’t figure out anything else.
I did not have the time nor luxury to think for long, however, as the booming voice of the announcer over the megaphone had already teared through the air. And the only poor soul unfortunate enough to stand too close to the sound was none other than me.
On the field, the runners were lining up to start the first main event – the one-hundred-meter dash. There were around twenty contestants in total, but I could tell that all of the cameras and reporters were all having their eyes on a single one, or rather, two people.
One was the one standing on the first place starting line, wearing number three on his shirt. A tall boy with toned muscles perfect for running, especially around the thighs. His neon-green hair and matching clothing made him stand out among everyone else.
The other one was slightly above average in terms of height, standing right next to the first boy. As he wore the number two, it wasn’t a surprise to see them being where they were. What caught my attention, however, was his pure-white hair, like a snowy pasture on a freezing winter day.
I had heard about the rumor before. There was a certain pair of twins that had broken records after records in Kurayuki Junior High. The older brother was an academic genius, while the younger brother was an athletic sensation. If the rumor was true, then the contestant wearing number two would be him – the younger one.
The contestants prepared themselves in their starting positions. Number three lowered his body and put his hands on the ground. His right foot was placed forward, while his left was in the back, with the knee lowered. It was a classic starting position, well-known enough for even a beginner such as myself to understand. Everyone else also went into the same pose.
Everyone, except number two.
His approach to the game was unlike everyone else on the field. While everyone kneeled, he stood straight. While everyone put their hands to the ground, his hands were only slightly bent forward and backward. And while everyone raised their lower halves when the race was about to start, he only leaned his body forward.
The signaling gun was fired, and the race started.
As I was on near the top of the stand, I did not experience any unpleasantry in the air. However, even so, I could still visibly see the clouds of dust being kicked up from the quaking steps of the fierce competition. Everyone was running as if their lives depended on it, for the ultimate prize of being the best in the nation.
Their determination was best shown in number three. His steps were faster than anyone else. His reach was longer than anyone else. But most of all… his face was the tensest out of everyone else. It was as if the young boy wasn’t running in a simple tournament, but as if he was putting his entire life on the line, and the track that he was on was a real, genuine battle field.
And yet, he was not the one in the first spot.
That coveted place was occupied by number two, the gifted younger twin of the rumors. If number three was the embodiment of everyone else’s feelings, dreams and aspirations on the track, then number two was everything that went against it.
He was not breaking a sweat. His steps were lazy. His arm swings were unmotivated. And yet, despite all of that, he was the one that was leading everyone else by a wide margin.
The other contestants, seeing the gap in their skills, had already begun to give up. One after one, they slowed down. One after one, they stopped on their tracks. The competition that they were fighting blood, sweat and tears didn’t matter anymore, all because of a presence that they could never hope to defeat.
All, except one.
Number three, contrary to the rest, was still wearing a face that could kill. Even when the gap between them grew larger, he kept on running ahead as if it was the last thing that he would do. Although I was standing on the stands above, I could see his teeth gritting in frustration. The boy was ready to bet his entire life into this one race.
His steps grew stronger. His swings grew faster. Sweat poured from his body like a flood. Even if he was the only one left running, the dust storm on the field only grew more intense. I could even feel the rummaging of the ground from above, as if the very earth had joined forces with him to topple a god.
However, no matter how hard he tried, the gap between them never shrank. It would only grow bigger with each passing second. Like a poor suitor fruitlessly chasing the legendary huntress, number three was teased with a favorable result, but what awaited him on the track was only anger, frustration, regret… and acceptance. Acceptance to the fact that he could not compete against the godly being.
Unlike the others, however, even when he had accepted his fate to be the loser, the boy kept on running. Despite everything, he grew even faster, but the fierce look in his eyes was no more. On his face instead was a bright grin filled with joy, and a determined look to finish what he had started.
In the end, what was inevitable had to come. Number two beat everyone else with time to spare, and as the white-haired boy crossed the finish line, the entire stadium erupted in cheers. The announcer called out a new national record being achieved by a mere thirteen-year-old, and immediately, every reporter, journalist, cameraman and the likes rushed down the stadium to grab their scoop of the century.
The winner, however, never showed any sort of emotion. He was smiling, but even I could tell that the smile was forced and stiff. It was clear that he did not want to be there.
As I made my way to the exit, however, a booming voice sounded. It was not towards me, but rather the moody champion – Kuroshi Shiraku. The runner-up had called him out, declaring his name – not Soyokaze, but Mikaza Hayato, and challenging the champion to another match one day.
Only at that moment did a genuine smile escaped Shiraku’s face. And at that moment, I couldn’t help but form a smile as well, for I knew that I had just witnessed a fated rivalry that would continue to take place for years to come. |
The campfire flickered alone in the darkness, a beckoning oasis of warmth, but I dared not approach first. I knew that there were others like me, lurking in the forest and contemplating their own approach. The first to step forward would be exposed, defenseless should the others decide to attack. I harbored no such ill intentions, but I kept my dagger in hand–My bow would be useless in the dense underbrush.
From across the clearing, the snapping of twigs echoed like the cracking of a whip, and a hooded figure emerged from the trees. I couldn’t see his face. The heat rising from the fire distorted his form, but when he turned his gaze towards me, I felt my heart freeze and my blood turn cold. His eyes lingered upon me for only a moment before he turned and regarded the others hiding in turn. After what seemed like an eternity, he drew himself up to his full height and threw off his hood.
“I am Mraant the Feeble, and I answer the summons of the lantern,” he bellowed.
Despite his self-proclaimed weakness, I saw only strength in the geckarian. He may have been smaller than most of his kin, but no human could match his physique. More fearsome still was his reputation as a sorcerer who shaped fate as easily as a potter molded clay. More than once he had turned the tide of battle, coming up with ever more creative ways to slaughter his foes—and sometimes his allies.
Yet he appeared to wear a friendly, inviting expression. Sheathing my dagger, I stepped forward.
“Hail, Mraant. I am Emthed Hatocer, and the lantern has brought me good fortune.”
I felt none of the confidence I displayed. A scout like me had no place amongst such renowned—or dangerous—company. My heart was still gripped with terror, but I trusted the lantern would not lead me to my death.
“A human girl?” Mraant chuckled. “The lantern keeps interesting company.”
One by one, our companions revealed themselves.
“They call me Vaslog, and I have pledged my life to the lantern.” He was a raptarian with brown feathers and an intimidatingly large hooked beak. “It lit the way in my darkest hour.”
“Tirivar of the Moon. I have had many interesting discussions with the lantern.” An elf. I’d never seen one in person, and its beauty was as enchanting as I’d been told. It had long hair, a slender frame, and pointy ears.
“I’m Adrap Kilnblower,” a gnome grunted. He was even shorter than I, and his red hair was speckled with ash. “Lantern asked me ta bring it ‘ere, and I didn’t have nothin’ better to do.”
He untied a large bag from his belt and placed it on a rock near the fire. Shucking the bag, he revealed a brass lantern. It was an ancient tool, animated by lost magics, with the power to show its bearer the path to what they desire. I’d only possessed it for a few days, but it had helped me lead the remnants of my troop to safety from deep within geckarian-held territory.
We all took a seat, Mraant sitting further back from the fire. I was not happy to be sharing a camp with a geckarian and a raptarian, and I was wary of the elf, but my fear had started to fade.
Thank you, Adrap
, the lantern said.
I’m fond of you too
.
Though I said the lantern spoke, it made no sound. Its voice reverberated in our minds.
Good of you all to come. The future of Mosmorden will be decided here tonight.
Vaslog let out a sharp laugh that sounded more like a caw. “Amongst these rabble?” It was a strangely disrespectful tone for someone who had moments earlier pledged their life to the lantern.
One each from the five intelligent peoples on the island. I chose you all personally. Do you still take issue with them?
“Forgive me. It’s just that each of us is a misfit. A geckarian that relies on magic instead of strength; an adolescent human, and a girl at that; A gnome who performs menial labor; and me, a pariah to my own people.”
“Wot, no insults for the elf?” Adrab jibed.
“One elf is the same as the next,” Vaslog snorted.
“Not so,” Mraant said. “Elvish society is intricately designed. Each elf plays a specific role. Snuff out the right one, and you may watch as they scurry to reorganize themselves.”
“A favorite pastime of yours?” Tirivar guessed, though there was no anger in its voice.
“Hardly,” Mraant sighed. “Believe of me what you will, but I find no joy in taking lives.”
“But you’re a geckarian,” I blurted out. I immediately regretted it. Mraant could kill me, yet he only smiled, which inspired me to continue. “Do you not thrill in the hunt like the rest of your kind?”
“We take no joy in it. You only imagine us to be evil because we aren’t picky where our meat comes from.”
“Tha’s one way ta put it,” Adrab said. “But fer all yer fancy words, yer still eatin’ those who can talk. If tha’s not evil, I dunno wut is.”
“It is only a difference in perspective,” Mraant assured us. “A dead body is just flesh, no matter who it once was, but those who still live need to eat.”
“I’ve seen geckarians fight amongst themselves,” I said. “It’s bad enough you eat humans, but your own kind…”
“Humans fight amongst themselves too,” Mraant pointed out. “So do gnomes, raptarians, and even elves. That you burn or bury the bodies afterwards makes it no less horrible.”
Indeed. There is much strife on Mosmorden, which is why I invited you here tonight. We must unite the island.
“If such is your will,” Vaslog bowed his head. “Which nation shall rule? I shall assist you, even if it means turning against my roost.”
That is not what I intend. Your five nations must form an alliance and expel all others from the island.
For a few minutes, none spoke. An alliance between us was inconceivable, and we all wished to say so, but the lantern’s foresight was not easily dismissed.
It was Tirivar who broke the silence. “May I ask to what end?”
The mining of sizzlium has weakened the seal binding the dæmon
. We must put an end to it.
“So it is true then,” Mraant said, his eyes shining through the haze of the smoke. “Mosmorden rests atop the body of a great dæmon.”
The greatest dæmon ever to menace Yoidmor, the lantern confirmed. Its name has been lost to the ages, but its power is still felt to this day. The great sage Ril'wara was drawn here by that power centuries ago. He found the twisted ruins of those driven mad by the dæmon’s temptations, even long after its death. He left me here to provide light, so that future generations would be protected from the darkness.
“Blessed be our father Ril'wara,” Tirivar recited. “May his days in the halls of his ancestors be filled with mirth.”
“What you are asking will be difficult, but I will follow you.” Vaslog was the first to agree to the Lantern’s proposal.
“If you mean to contain the great dæmon, you have my assistance as well,” Mraant concurred. “However, I have… concerns.”
“As do I,” I said.
“And I,” the elf and the gnome said in unison.
“Why not simply aid one of us?” Mraant asked. “Surely it would be easier to keep control of one nation than five.”
If I helped only the humans, what would your kin overseas do? Would they sit back and allow them to control all the sizzlium? No, they would invade in force.
“True enough…” Mraant said before lapsing back into contemplation.
“The overseas nations will invade regardless,” I said. “Sizzlium is too useful. Many will be loath to sacrifice the magical comforts they have become accustomed to. They will see a faraway dæmon as no great concern.”
We will repel them. It will be difficult, but it can be done.
“It will require a massive army,” Vaslog stated, “and those who reside here may be tempted to mine sizzlium in secret.
The alliance shall keep a firm hand. With vigilance, discipline can be preserved.
“You mean to rule as a tyrant,” I realized aloud.
Only because it is necessary to keep the dæmon contained.
With that, I realized that the lantern would justify anything in pursuit of its goal. After all, it could not feel pain. It could not truly understand the cruelties it sought to unleash.
“Not all that is evil wears horns atop its head,” I recited. “Containing the dæmon may be a noble goal, but the great sage would not have wished it done like this. He was human, after all.”
The great sage would have understood that any other choice would lead to the reawakening of a greater evil. He would have been wise enough to make the best possible choice, no matter how unpalatable he found it.
“But he had his limits. Do you?” I pressed.
I will do what I must, but I understand that people can only be pushed so far. I won’t do anything that risks open rebellion.
“Rebellion is easily quelled,” Mraant murmured, though he was deep in thought and wasn’t focusing on the conversation. “All living things submit to strength, and fear is the most powerful motivator of them all.”
Humans fear being eaten by the geckarians, yes? Perhaps we could decree that criminals will become food. With a powerful deterrent, we could allow the people more freedom.
“I cannot believe you would suggust that of your own will,” I said. “This sorcerer must be influencing—”
“I am no sorcerer,” Mraant interrupted, his voice dripping with malice. “Magic runs not in my blood. I mastered the arcane through my own studies.”
“In what library?” I challenged. “I have never once seen a geckarian with a scroll.”
“The whole world is our scroll, girl,” Mraant said, no longer angry. “Wherever we crawl, we leave our thoughts behind.”
“‘Tis true,” Tirivir confirmed. “The trees are covered in their writing, much of it amusing.”
I wasn’t going to change any minds by being wrong, so I swallowed my pride and apologized.
“Your apology is accepted,” Mraant said. “Your ignorance is… understandable.”
Be that as it may, you must learn to hide your inexperience, Emthed. It is unbefitting of a future queen. Your opponents will take advantage of it.
“Future queen!” Adrab exclaimed. “Forgive me, yer highness. I didn’t know you was royal.”
“I’m not—”
You will be. All of you here shall lead your people in the alliance.
“Smack my backside with a blowpipe! Never thought I’d trade my cap fer a crown.”
“And in exchange, you’ll feed your people to the beasts,” I pointed out. I turned to Tirivir. “Are you ready to accept that?”
“The great sage hoped to keep the dæmon sealed,” Tirivar said matter-of-factly. “I could wish for no better fate than to abide by his wishes.”
It is understandable that you are upset, but more will die if the dæmon is resurrected. I am trying to save lives, not end them.
“If you can call that living,” I spat. “Maybe it’s fine for elves, but no human wants to spend each day worrying that they’ll be next for the slaughter.”
Perhaps I was wrong to choose you, Emthed. You cannot see the bigger picture.
It was then I knew I was alone. Vaslog would follow the lantern out of blind loyalty. Tirivir would agree because it worshiped the great sage. Mraant was still a mystery to me, but I suspected he intended to use the alliance for some nefarious purpose. Adrab was tempted by wealth and power.
No, the gnome was still unsure. I could see it in his eyes. I had one chance left.
“If I cannot see it, then light my way,” I said, walking over to the lantern.
As I grasped it, images flooded my mind. I saw the alliance, guided by the lantern. It was peaceful and, occasionally, happy. Through it all, for millennia, the lantern ensured the alliance leaders retained their grip on power.
All nations eventually crumble, I told the lantern. Your brass may one day tarnish, and your flame may be snuffed out, leaving us in the dark with a dæmon. Is it not better to destroy it?
The lantern’s light flickered, and I could feel its will hesitate.
You said it yourself,
I continued
, a lantern is just a tool. It is meant to be used by someone, not to enact its own plots. You will fail if you persist along this path.
In its moment of uncertainty, I forced it to show me what I wanted to see. The hulking dæmon beset by the armies of the world, with I at their fore. Death, so much death and pain, but in the end, victory. It showed me the way to the crown, filled with martial feats and political assassinations. And finally, it showed me what I needed in the moment: a way to escape with my life.
You don’t understand, the lantern pleaded with me. If you stumble along the way, you will doom all of Yoidmor.
Then I will not stumble.
Mraant was deep in thought, unguarded. He saw me not as a threat. The lantern guided my blade into his heart, and he earned his nickname, felled by a frail human girl. I was completely defenseless against Tirivir’s magic, but Adrab was quick on the uptake, and he drove a pin hammer into the elf’s skull.
I turned my dagger on Vaslog, but he was faster. With one winged arm, he batted the dagger from my hand and seized the lantern. I lacked the strength to keep hold of it, and as soon as he had it, he flew off into the night.
“Coward!” Adrab shouted after him. His shoulders slumped. “Did… we do the right thing?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “Countless lives will be lost because of our decision, and we may perish, never knowing if it was right.”
The gnome shuddered, and I placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
“The lantern showed me we can prevail,” I said, “We can be the light, but if we stumble, if we waver for even a second, the world will be plunged into inescapable darkness. Knowing this, will you walk the path it showed me?”
“Never stumble? Ha! I ain’t never stumbled in my life! Let’s kill us a dæmon, yer majesty.” |
The blizzard unending, without a single reference point in sight and with his objective unknown, the hero keeps walking forward.
“Hey, hey! Are we there yet?”
The childlike voice of his companion is the only thing keeping him sane. It’s been years since the last time he’s seen, much less talked to, anybody else. He isn’t worried for any of the people he knows, though—every single one of the invading monsters had died by his hand before he’d left, and he’d made sure none remained.
Except one.
The one he couldn’t find…
The one he is out to kill.
Your last mission is to defeat the only surviving monster. It lies hidden, but fear not—we know for a fact you will find it. Take this Relic with you, and don’t ever let go of it. When the time comes, it will hold the key to defeating the monster for good. Spring shall come back when the monster is defeated.
So had the faeries told him before he adventured into the unknown, leaving behind the Kingdom of Endless Winter.
When all the monsters are defeated, spring will finally come back—that is the legend that has been sung throughout the kingdom for millennia.
And now only one remains.
To the hero, it doesn’t matter if it takes forever. What he cannot allow himself is to die before his mortal enemy.
“Heyyyyyy! Sir Mister Hero Lord Magnum Knight, sir!”
“I told you to never call me that…”
His voice is inaudible, the blizzard drowning out his words entirely. And yet, his companion hears the low-pitched groan flawlessly.
“Sorry, Master, I’m sorry. But isn’t that your real title? Isn’t that how you’re meant to be addressed?”
“The people who gave me those titles did it because they were too incompetent to think of a better reward.”
“Oh… Yeah, that seems improper. Why would they only give you that? You saved their kingdom…”
“Heh. If I had, I wouldn’t be here walking endlessly in this blizzard without knowing if we’ll ever reach the end. And besides, what would they even give me? All they have is words.”
“I-I see… I’m sure I have better words to offer you, Master! Do you want a few?”
“You’re a Relic, a floating book for Heaven’s sake. I’m sure you don’t need to try very hard to find a far better string of words within your pages.”
“Hmmm… That may be true. Yeah, it probably is. Master, did you know that we Relics are born from human lives that couldn’t be? When people die prematurely, the faeries collect their discarded futures and write them into a book, and sometimes we gain life once more! A chant of pure love and hope is what makes us return to this world!”
“… I actually didn’t know that, no. And now that I do, I would have preferred to stay unknowing.”
“But whyyyyy? It’s so marvelous, getting to experience the world for even a fraction of our past selves’ lost lifetime… That’s the reason, that’s why they tell all the kids about us in their lullabies and children’s tales!”
“I never had any of those. I wouldn’t know.”
“Eeeeehhh? That can’t be! You have to have heard SOMETHING! Right? Right?”
“Would you just shut up already?!”
The Relic’s kiddish complaints suddenly cut off. It’s reminded of the fact that, despite being the savior of their world, nobody had wanted the hero to stay at their town.
“… I was always busy working as a kid. My parents were sick so I could never go to school, and when I wasn’t working, I was doing my best to enjoy the little time I had with the other kids.”
“Hey, that’s an improvement!”
On a much lower tone, the Relic replies, hoping its master would not hear, but once again the fact that years under the blizzard has accustomed their ears to hear anything, no matter how minor, is proven beyond the shadow of a doubt.
“Huh? What was that supposed to mean?”
“O-oh! I didn’t mean it as an offence, Master, it’s just that… when we started this trip, you wouldn’t ever reply to me. This is the first time you actually tell me anything about your past.”
“Tsk. It’s been what, a decade since we left the kingdom? If I didn’t ever reply to you, I would have completely lost my ability to talk.”
“I see… Yes, that’s must be it. Though I’m saddened that you still seem to dislike me.”
“It’s nothing personal, kid. I can’t remember the last time I actually felt a connection to any individual.”
It’s at that point that the Relic drops the conversation entirely. This man… As cruel as it sounds, it’s possible that the whole reason for sending him out again was to get rid of his presence.
He was always dry, grumpy, annoyed at everything and not willing to talk or listen to anyone or anything. People celebrated his achievements and acted polite and thankful around them, but didn’t spare a single positive word about him the second he was gone. In some rare cases, pity
would accompany the insults, but even then the former was drowned out by the latter before long.
That is now all in the past for him, though. He thinks of this last mission as a relief more than a punishment. Being forever alone like this, save for the Relic’s occasional annoyance, was far better than staying where he knew he wasn’t wanted.
…
“Hey, Master…”
“What do you want?”
“Can you tell me about your glorious battles in the kingdom? I’ve always wanted to hear, but you wouldn’t say anything, but now that you have I thought I’d ask again and—”
“Okay, okay, I get it. Shut up and listen if you actually care.”
The Relic went completely silent that very instant.
“Honestly, I don’t remember many of my battles. After a while, they all looked and felt the same… I guess a pretty noteworthy one was the one in my hometown.”
“Mmm? Mmmm!”
“Sigh. You can speak as long as you don’t interrupt me.”
“So what was noteworthy about it? Which enemies did you fight? How many of them were? How did the battle develop?”
“I fought the orc army, I think. I don’t really remember the rest. Just that the town was destroyed and not many people could really escape in time.”
“O-Oh…”
“There was also that other time. In the capital. About twenty thousand deaths, some elves and some human. Those black dragons paid for what they did.”
“…”
The stories of the hero continue.
For all of the battles he describes, which have gone down in history as epic confrontations between good and evil, fights for the kingdom’s survival when they were at the brink of total domination, he didn’t seem to care at all about that.
All the details he remembered were the ones the history books wouldn’t tell.
The sight of a cyclops impaling a child with its spear as the hero cut his head just an instant too late, and the smell of rotting corpses from both demons and civilians making him vomit multiple times.
The hero kept walking forward, as he had for the last ten years.
But now, hearing his tales from the battlefield, the Relic couldn’t help but understand.
Not agree. Not relate. It didn’t even pretend to find the hero any less annoying or insufferable. But at least it understands.
“… So, now all that’s left is killing the last monster, right? Then we’ll have spring! The kingdom will be forever saved!”
“Spring will never come, kid. This trip is just a way for me to die in peace and for them to not have to deal with me any longer. I’m sorry to disappoint.”
“But, but, the faeries would never lie! If you kill the last monster, spring will—”
“We’ve been walking ten years in search of that monster, and we haven’t seen a single living being in all this time. I believe it’s safe to say we aren’t going to find it in out lifetime.”
“B-but…”
“Just drop the topic, will y—oh.”
Both of them stop walking for the first time in ten years. After walking God knows how much distance, finally, something was visible beyond the never-ending snowstorm. Something big.
“A mountain! Master, it’s a mountain!”
“Yeah, it is! You’re right, it’s a mountain! At long last, a place to rest!”
“And, and, what better place than a mountain to be a monster’s hideout? Maybe that’s where it’s been all this time, and we can finish this mission for good!”
The mere idea isn’t something he wants to think about. There is no need for baseless hopes, they will only serve to hurt him further and he knows better than that… but even so, they reach the base of the mountain and look all over to find some kind of cave in which to rest.
“Here, Master! Here!”
The Relic calls out, and sure enough, there’s a small cave there—just big enough for them both to fit.
For the first time in a decade, they don’t have to spend the night under the blizzard.
But the next morning, when they both go out and prepare to keep looking for the monster—
An earthquake shakes the earth, and an avalanche of snow starts falling from the mountain. The hero runs with all his speed, the Relic struggling to keep up the pace behind him.
“Hey, you! Be careful!”
“Wha—?”
It was just a reflex—no, that’s a lie.
He knows perfectly what he’s about to do. Despite that, despite the consequence being inevitable, he jumps behind the Relic, picks it up and throws it away with all his inhuman strength. As far away from the avalanche as he can.
“Master, what are you doing?!”
“Don’t come back! Thank you… for being my companion for so long!”
Tons upon tons of snow cover him, and even though he struggles to get out, he can’t fight against Mother Nature. Or at least, not against this much of it.
After a few agonizing minutes, he finally loses the last of his strength, the snow slowly evaporating from on top and under his body. But it’s already too late.
“Heh… At least, right at the end, I made it… I’ve… killed the last monster…”
His eyes closing for the very last time, his breath and heart stopping for good, all the Relic can do is run.
Run towards the kingdom, blinded by the shining sun and surrounded by flower petals.
Run, in the world of spring his master had given him.
Finally free of monsters. |
If you happen to be travelling along the purple meadows up the Trodian Hill at dusk, you may not notice, in the soft glow of the blooming jewel flowers, the human village of Cor obscured in the valley. The locals did not light torches at night except on sacred ceremonies. They could see well enough in the dark, a quality that had greatly benefited them on several occasions in the past. They preferred to be hidden from the prying eyes of outsiders. Their huts of dark wood and reeds blended well and were settled away from the moonlight’s touch.
The chieftain elders believed it best not to be involved in neighbouring communities, an understanding shared by many of the locals residing there. They thrived much satisfaction in this way of living: peaceful and undisturbed. Any wandering traveller hoping for a calm pause on a long journey would be met with disagreeable hospitality. Indeed on rare occurrences, a visitor would stumble their way to Cor, and upon returning to their homes, bring with them stories to tell of an unpleasant hamlet by the Trodian Vale. Non-human races would not even get the chance, subjected to several unspeakable atrocities. It was less out of malice and more of fear or suspicion.
Stories surrounding Cor started as just a few scattered accounts but quickly grew in number. The village gained a sullen reputation and was avoided entirely. There was an unspoken agreement of obliviousness between Cor and other nearby villages. This was much to the delight of the locals. However, when one day an epidemic began to spread, the people of Cor found themselves without aid. Some shut their doors in fear that the illness would spread to their town, while others believed divine retribution. The illness was slow in its effect and infectivity, but once the individual fell into a deep fever, death was inevitable.
The old were the common victims, and it didn’t take long for the chieftain elders to die out one by one. Left with no options, many of the remaining healthy and
strongest men braved the pilgrimage to consult Jonus, a wise man, who resides at a faraway spring rumoured to have properties capable of healing any affliction. Not a single returned, however, and with every passing season, hope for some miracle grew bleaker and bleaker.
Todd was a well-built young man. He had witnessed his relatives fall victim to the disease, watched his father and older brothers leave for the spring, never to return, and now stood at his ageing mother’s side whose life was gradually being drained away. Unable to watch her suffering any longer, he proposed to journey to the spring himself. The remaining locals had long abandoned the idea, but he was determined. He was confident in his ability to match fiercer races in battle and his resilience to endure the treacherous journey. His wish was granted by the chieftain leader, Axl, and he left for the spring the next dawn.
He first had to traverse the winding groves of Ghandana, home of the dwarves. When Todd encountered one of them, he assumed it was an animal, for the frightened dwarf scurried away when it had laid eyes on him like some half-witted creature. He frequently found himself lost in the vastness of the Ghandana Forest, and at some point intruded upon a clearing where a large group of dwarves had gathered in earnest. The moment Todd’s presence became apparent, they quickly retreated into the trees. It was clear to Todd that they didn’t wish to be questioned, not even for directions. He wondered if the dwarves simply feared humans or if there was some other reason for their prejudice.
It took him seven days and nights to reach the river Trois. Far off into the horizon were the blue meadows against the sunrise and further north should be the small town of Gorgon. There he spent a moment of rest. When midnight arrived, he left the town as silently as he had come.
Todd reached the City of Ardale in twenty days. Though it was long, the trip proved undemanding. There were instances where he had been approached by a few marauders, but they were easily taken care of.
In the bustle of the city of all sorts of races and creatures, Todd found himself at odds with his decision; and regret began to set in. Part of that was due to the anxiety building inside him as he neared the end of his journey. West of Ardale should be the Sage’s Forest, or at least that was how it was marked on his map. However, when he asked the locals, the so-called ‘Sage’s Forest’ didn’t exist. Instead, barely visible from a tall building, it was no more than a large cluster of trees, barely a forest.
Todd sat on a lonely corner in the tavern, silently sipping ale, careful not to draw attention to himself. He started to ponder over Cor, his family, and what his decision should be.
‘This is miserable.’
Todd muttered to himself words of utmost discontent. The ale wasn’t settling well in his stomach. He could just leave Cor behind with his children and wife if he wanted to. He was unsure whether the hamlet was really the best place for his family. Many times he disagreed with their old customs and unchanging ways. The elders had their own brand of stubbornness. Gorgon wasn’t particularly far away from Cor and could stand as a suitable place for a new home. But just as he considered that, thoughts returned to that of his dead brethren, and self-righteous honour.
Perhaps he can be the one to rewrite his town’s history. His grandfather, the chieftain who passed just before he had left, was a cruel man, and Todd resented him fully. Todd considered himself an idealist, a free thinker. Inspired by the likes of the philosophers who thought deeply about things and went against the grain of their common man.
Most of them were subject to death, but their thoughts lived on. Maybe that’s how Todd would end up if it wasn’t for the fact he shared his thoughts with no one except his family. His death in search of spring would be meaningless. He wasn’t sick, nor did his family show the common signs.
So why did he make this sudden judgement…?
As night began to fall, Todd let out a guttural scream. He furiously punched a nearby tree, shaking it to its roots, and frightening the birds that hung up top, sending them soaring.
As he hung his now bloodied hand on his opposite palm, he feared that that was a sign of what was to come. Suddenly he didn’t want to be here, suddenly he wanted to leave for home. He wanted to pull his family awake during the moonlight and rush them into the darkness with their things, not making a sound.
His eleven-year-old son would cry about his friend. And then Todd would have to wake him and bring him too.
His little girl would cry for her sitter, but she was already stretched out in bed with her fever. Todd would hug her tight and bury her face in his chest like a makeshift pillow. So, if she yelled and complained, no one but himself could hear her.
How horrible of a father was he right now? He could feel his older brothers looking down at him, begging him to return home.
Just as he was about to turn back around, and head home in his sensibility, he heard the slight trickle of water echoing through the dark.
The call of his late grandfather beckoned him forward to finish the task. For he was so close!
Maybe when Todd came back, he could share his philosophy with those who survived. Maybe he could comfort his daughter with the love and passion from the sitter of her last couple of years. This disease can spark change, and improvement.
But what would happen then? Would Todd become the leader? The hamlet is dysfunctional. And Todd was no leader. He was the youngest of three brothers, he was always the little man. His wife was a sensible woman, and well respected throughout the hamlet as a flower garden, but stern when needed. She raised their children well. Then, of course, it had to be her.
But then what if?
What if the rest of the community wouldn’t appreciate a woman at the forefront?
Should Todd just take the water from the spring, and leave with his family and close confidants? Leave the rest that were unwilling to change, unwilling to adapt to die? Should Todd just leave now, leave the spring and Jonus as a myth…?
He rubbed his bare forehead like he needed to scratch his aching brain. He felt uncomfortable with the fate of so many at his hands. A good man would reach for the spring now and go, go and save everyone. But Todd wasn’t a good man, he was selfish.
He continued west towards the ‘Sage’s Forest’. When he came upon the grove, it was so thick that the sunlight couldn’t penetrate the leaves. He was so close. An elf, skin darkened with a blue hue, sat at the edge of a small clearing. Rocks were piled up, the cracks filled with mud. A small trickle from the darkness, the edge of where the small waterfall began out of sight. Like it never existed. The pool was painfully small. And Todd’s heart sank.
‘A human. Don’t like what you see?’ Jonus, the elf hermit, said presumptuously. His legs were dipped into the pool, but only his feet were in the water. Todd gulped as Jonus let out a sudden grunt, giving Todd another look over. ‘No, a sense of relief. But you still seem conflicted.’
‘Sir, or mister, I’ve come here to save my—’
‘I know, I’ve heard of the plight of your town. We really went down the food chain, haven’t we? You’re strong, but you lack their confidence and glory. I love it.’ ‘I don’t seem to follow.’
‘Men are selfish beings—
We want to protect what’s close to us, regarding what’s close to others second. The choice you must make is lonely. I, for one, know that the water that remains in this pool is more than enough for your hamlet.’
There was silence between them for a moment. The ever-flowing, but soft flow of water raised Todd’s anxiety further.
‘But I hold onto this pool. So, call me a monster, but I’ll make the choice for you.’
And with those words, Jonus reached down into the pool, pulling out a cup covered in dirt from the very bottom. He filled it with water, then handed it to Jonus. This was it; this was all Todd will be given.
‘—as I find it far easier for a man to make the second choice. For whom you chose to save is a simple decision. Now go, enjoy my special magic cup.’ Todd was stunned, and he took the cup. He started up words, feeling like he should at least give a sound argument.
‘… and you aren’t willing to share more?’
‘This is all that I will offer.’
Todd felt a bit of relief splash over him.
‘Is your family sick yet?’
‘No sir, luckily.’
‘Then take this cup, let them drink from it. Then run. Well I mean, that’s just my bit of advice. Take that bit how you wish.’
And so he wandered back into the darkness, leaving Jonus alone with his decision.
Groaning, Jonus stretched and pulled out his pruning body from the water. ‘What an eventful footbath.’ |
He was a young man. His face was clean-shaven and pale with perfect teeth and his hair was long enough to reach his shoulders.
He was a recruit in the army, and he might have sat his horse with the careless grace of his youth had he not been so catlike and tense.
His brown, maroon eyes were roving everywhere around him, catching the movements of the tree branches in the distance. The black fur of his cloak had been oiled against the chill, and it gleamed as though he wore armour. The boom of heavy guns had been sounding monotonously in his ears for hours, and only its cessation could have aroused his notice.
So tensely was he strung, that a sudden unfamiliar noise startled him to such an extent that automatically, instantly, he had reined in and fetched the carbine halfway to his shoulder.
The young man was no coward, but his courage was only that of the average civilized man, and he was looking to live, not die, at all hazards. He did not know this country; the noises and smells were strange, and his heartbeat was like a drum in his chest.
He was always moving to the north for the last couple of days. When his path swung around to the west, he abandoned it and headed to the north again. That way lay safety, or so he thought until the sounds of the guns ceased abruptly. And then he knew nothing, save that something had happened.
As he came down into the valley, his progress was more rapid, and after half an hour, he stopped at an ancient rail fence on the edge of a clearing. Despite the openness, his path crossed the fringe of trees that marked the banks of the stream. Even though it was only a quarter of a mile across that vast open field, the thought of venturing out in it repulsed him. This fringe by the stream might be a hideout for rifles, scores of them, or even a thousand of them.
There was naught but silence, himself, and possible death-dealing bullets from a myriad of ambushes. And yet his task was to find what he feared to find. In the process of searching, he must go on, and on, until somewhere, he encounters another man, or other men, from the other side, scouting, as he was scouting, to report what he had found.
He saw a small farmhouse with no signs of life, no smoke curled from the chimney, nor any shadows moving through the windows. He kept going north. It seemed that he was not being pursued, for he did not see the twinkle of an eye, nor hear the whisper of a footstep.
A few minutes later, he reached the main road that ran along the base of the ridge. He stopped and looked back up the valley. Here, the fields were planted with crops, and here were cattle grazing, and in the distance, he caught sight of a wagon train.
Tethering his horse, he continued a hundred meters on foot until he reached a stream. As he drank, he heard a faint sound from the south, then farther away, the booming of artillery.
He thought about going into the woods but decided against it. On the one hand, there was safety, and on the other, he could be lost in the dark without food or water. He needed both to survive; he did not want to risk losing either. So he went ahead toward the stream, where he intended to rest until daybreak.
From the high ground above him, he saw the glow of fires burning in the town below. They were too distant for him to make out any details, except that they were probably barns or sheds, and no houses. Many people would be sleeping in their beds, with no idea that war was raging on the far side of the mountains.
Suddenly, a movement among the opposite bushes caught his eye. Birds might be to blame. He waited, however. There was again an agitation of the bushes, and he heard the rustle of a person.
At last, a face peered out. It was a face covered with a dirty brown beard. One side of the head was shaved, revealing a round skull. The eyes were blue and wide open.
He lifted his carbine to his shoulder as he gazed into the man's eyes.
From a very short distance, the man before him was as good as dead. But he didn't shoot. Slowly, he lowered his weapon.
The man in the bush extended his hand slowly to the stream to fill a bottle of water.
Seconds later, the man's face disappeared once again in the bush. After waiting a minute, the young man resumed his mission.
*****
Days went by, and the air grew colder. Rains fell intermittently, soaking the earth but making it difficult to travel over the rough terrain. Once, when a cold drizzle began just as he was crossing a narrow stretch of river, he took shelter under a small clump of trees, and watched the rain run off the leaves in droplets, sparkle like diamonds, and disappear. He was wet to his knees, and his face glistened with moisture. His clothing clung to his body and made him feel like a mummy, preserved in time.
As he trudged on, he became aware that the steady rainfall was slowing his pace. The mud and muck sucked at his boots, forcing him to take longer strides to move forward. He dared not stop, for if he did, he would get stuck in the mud, and lose the trail. A sense of urgency filled him, and he hurried on.
It was a miserable feeling, knowing that he could not turn back and that he had no choice but to continue walking to wherever fate led.
And yet, as he walked, his heart was full of certain curious contentment. He had come to an understanding—something that had eluded him since he had left home.
He was a soldier, and soldiers fought to kill the enemy. But how many died? How many never returned home to their families, wives, children, brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers, or friends?
Only a handful, he realized. Out of a thousand soldiers, perhaps two dozen might return alive. Yet soldiers still volunteered to serve in the army because they believed their duty was important enough to pay the price.
And now he was one of those soldiers, paying the price. If he survived, he would be a hero, the talk of the town. People would speak of him, tell tales about him, draw pictures of him, and write songs about him...
No, he would be dead, and his name would not be remembered. No one would remember. Just as he had forgotten the names of the brave men who had gone before him.
Reaching a fork in the trail, he paused to look north and south before taking the right-hand branch. His decision was based on a hunch, not hard evidence. It did not matter which way he went for the moment, but he wanted to avoid meeting others from the other side.
His path turned eastward, and he followed it for several miles. Then, just as his spirits rose when he discovered signs of habitation, he suddenly heard the crackling of gunfire. His horse pricked up its ears. Realizing that there was someone else in the area, he urged the animal forward. He was almost to a new settlement when he heard the sound of a stampede of horses approaching.
He looked up to see a company of mounted men galloping toward him with weapons drawn. He cursed, turned, and broke into a run, hoping to escape to the west.
The enemy soldiers were gaining on him. He tried to break into a trot, but his horse was hampered by his own weight, and he felt himself slipping backwards, closer to the pursuing men. He knew that he couldn't outrun them, so he changed tactics. He reached down, grabbed his horse's reins, and shoved his heels into its flanks, sending it running in the opposite direction. The horse stumbled and skidded, throwing him to the ground. He rolled over onto his back. With hands that were numb with cold, he struggled to free his carbine from its holster.
He decided to abandon his horse and run for the hills behind him. Surely, there would be cover, and there he would be safe until the cavalry rode past.
With his legs aching, he scrambled up over some rocks, slipped and fell again. The pain of his fall caused tears to spring from his eyes. He got up again and ran.
For a while, he was able to maintain a fast pace, but then fatigue began to set in. Despite the effort, his breathing was laboured, and he felt lightheaded.
Ahead of him, the cavalry was closing in. He could hear their voices, cursing as they rode. Ahead of him, in the distance, was a ridge he hadn't seen before. He could go around it, he thought, or climb up on top of it. Fearing that he might collapse and be captured, he pushed himself harder, nearly tumbling over the ridge. By the time he reached the summit, he was gasping for breath.
He looked behind him and saw the cavalry coming up on him. He sighed in despair thinking of how close he was to the end...
Just as they were about to reach the top of the ridge, the young man was suddenly pulled inside a bush. He let out a cry of surprise and looked at the hand that grasped his arm.
The man, with the dirty brown beard, that he encountered days ago, was the one who pulled him to safety. |
The time? 7:00 AM, on a breezy Monday morning.
It’s said that the optimal time to roll out of bed is either during or shortly after sunrise. In the first five minutes, it’s best to look towards sunlight, or at least warm light to replicate the effect. Experts say to watch the sky or enjoy the outdoors for five minutes if it’s a clear day, ten minutes if it’s partially cloudy, and thirty if it’s overcast.
This man, a working citizen on his 9-5 grind to retirement, follows this methodology every single day. It helps develop something called cortisol, a stress (and in this case, eustress) hormone that keeps you awake for long durations of time.
Of course, a cup of coffee helps too, or even multiple if you’re willing to have gastrointestinal problems throughout the day. But it’s smart to brush your teeth beforehand, or the coffee could stain your teeth. Unfortunately, this man had learned the hard way, and it took him forever to correct course. Coffee had become a powerful alternative to drinking Sprite, a previous addiction of this man.
By 7:45, the man was in his gym clothes. He snuck into his daughter’s room and gave her a kiss. He may have been humble, but, damn, was he proud to have such a stellar family. The days may have been unending, with constantly aggressive work testing his constitution. But he had a strong reason to continue, the same reason any father in their right mind would continue.
Five minutes later, he was out the door on his early morning jog. The streets were crowded as he headed deeper into the city, as figures pranced around from all angles heading to and fro to prepare for their work activities. Some sipped from their coffee as they went- the man chuckled at them, thinking of himself as only slightly superior for drinking his coffee
before
his walk.
They say that the same routine becomes monotonous. The brain adapts, and views concurrent situations as a blur. The brain can identify any oddity that stands out that way, without overworking itself.
So when the father passed by a lone teenage girl with duct tape over her mouth, holding up a strange sign, he instinctively looked her way. She stood in contrast to the drastic world around her. Black coats, ties, pants and other dressings of sophisticated working men and women didn’t even compare to this. Her clothes were ragged and worn from overuse. She huddled herself in a thin sweater that was unable to beat back the cold.
And she had cat ears.
Now this was the real world, but from the angle he was viewing from, the man couldn’t see anything fake about them. Before he was caught awkwardly staring at the freezing girl, he ran off to the gym.
The father’s time at the gym was plenty uneventful.
Despite the situation having happened hours ago, the only thing he could think about was that girl.
Who on earth was she? The cat ears reminded him of a time in his childhood- a childhood he wasn’t keen on reenacting any time soon. Thinking about his old self and cringing physically, he thought about how far he had come as a man, as a husband and as a member of society. This gave him the power to push above his usual limit at the gym and rep out a few more squats.
You see, this man was at one time not respected by anyone but his old family dog. He was once a NEET through and through.
His need to escape life, to escape the monotonous cycle of work. It seemed petty now, but back then, it was all he could hold onto.
He remembered Lilian, his cat girl waifu. Certainly not a fan favorite, but she was perfect, ideal for a NEET like him. A loving, caring girl that blushed in a variety of different ways, as the artist behind her was so keen on amping up that aspect of her in her storylines.
And then just like that, the gacha game went offline.
He set the weights he was using down.
Every night back then, as he went to sleep, he had hoped he’d just wake up in a fantasy realm, just like the boys a bit younger than him in all those stories. It was an escapist fantasy. The man knew this now.
If one his age still wished for such a thing, they’d be fighting against the way of life itself. Life goes on. Life isn’t a story. It is a living, breathing thing.
And with that, the father exited the gym in his work attire, knowing he was his best living, breathing self.
He wandered the street again, this time his eyes tracking the alleyways and dark corners alongside the tall buildings. Maybe he’d see that strange girl again? He wanted to have an opportunity to talk with her.
Staring up above, at the corner of a sidewalk, was his work, a towering skyscraper covered in lovely animated advertisements. He worked on the 12th floor for a small insurance group that covered people who suffered from accidents in the Tokyo area.
Didn’t that old gacha game company own the floor beneath him? It was only a spare office space now, but the card for their floor still remained at the front desk.
Dash Valley Studios
-Evicted-
Saldy, the company was so gacha-reliant, they couldn’t even pay for their own offices.
He checked his watch. It was 8:40 AM, and work began at 9:00 AM. He’d had a perfect attendance since his start there, and he didn’t want to fail it now.
And that’s when he saw her.
At the foot of the skyscraper was a revolving glass door. The cat girl from earlier walked along inside one of the sections of the door so as to not block the doors. She wore the same outfit, duct tape over her mouth and everything. She vibrated as she walked, bare knees bumping against each other from the cold.
She held up a sign with frozen fingers that read:
Please, nyan~, don’t forget about me.
The father’s eyes opened wide as he stood there, staring at her.
That quote was written in the one on one visual novel scene with Lilian, from the game the man had played as a child. The idea was to promise Lilian to never forget her, but it was a fictional character. The father, no longer in his NEET days, didn’t desire to interact with her since.
It was even stranger, then, the fact that this girl looked eerily- no, exactly like Lilian.
It looked as if she was protesting, but it didn’t seem to be going anywhere. Unfortunately the father had no time for questions.
His watch read 8:52 AM.
Beginning to speed walk, the man did his best to avoid the girl’s attention and make it through the entrance. He hunched over, moving his facemask slightly up and hunching over inside his long, black coat.
But the girl stepped out in front of him, stopping him. She looked up at him with pleading eyes, holding up her sign for him to see. She didn’t speak, she just blinked.
The man stumbled back a bit. But the girl kept up the pressure, keeping close and shoving her face towards his.
It was as if they recognized one another.
The father opened his mouth to speak.
But it was already 8:54 AM.
His eyes flicked down at his watch, then back up to the building.
The skyscraper leaned over him. He’d never been afraid of the concept of heights, but he was terrified now.
In that instant he was a different person. He was out of place, out of his beloved monotony.
The girl’s eyes were filled with assertion, but it was a futile effort. The man had to go- he had to leave to work. With a deep breath, and leaving the girl speechless, the man bumped past her, trudging into the building in silence.
She stood there for a moment, dropping the sign from one of her arms as she stared up at the building. The man walked inside, trying to escape her presence, but she followed after him, breaking into a mad dash.
The man saw this and sprinted towards the elevator. His greatest worry wasn’t the girl chasing him, but the idea of clocking in late. A man wearing a business suit quickly glanced at him, then at the girl in his pursuit. He shrugged, pretending to have seen this exact scenario before. Typical of the man’s most annoying coworker. Jeremy Swift was, unfortunately, a working man. He always believed himself to be better than everyone else, which the man hated.
The man would rather Jeremy be late than himself. After all, what did Jeremy do for the company?
The man slid into the elevator, which opened at the perfect time. His coat got a little dusty, but it was nothing that a quick pat-off couldn’t fix. He quickly stood up and spammed the
Close Door
button. He’d never been great at spamming, despite once being a NEET, but he did just enough to get the door to close before the girl (or God forbid, Jeremy) could get inside.
He would make it to work on time. Monotony would hold true, thank goodness. But something still felt off.
Lilian’s eyes opened wide in shock as she felt something bump into her. She had gone back outside, defeated, but didn’t expect anyone to still be out here past 9:00 AM. Giving the individual a quick look, her cat ears drooped as she noticed it was the man who had run away from her.
Her sulking frame was perfect for the man to wrap the coat around her shoulders before dashing off.
Now freezing, the man waved at her before running inside the building once again.
She stood there quietly, then draped the coat over herself. Warmth finally coursed through her veins. And as she kneeled in the middle of the sidewalk, shivering less, her eyes closed as she let the scent of the coat fill her nose.
The man, after closing Jeremy out of the elevator a second time, arrived at the 12th floor, checking his watch as he briskly walked to his desk.
9:01 AM.
The man remembered very little of that day, other than that he had checked in late. He would never see that girl again, as much as he searched for her on his daily walks. Jeremy Swift certainly made no mention of him blocking the elevator, though that could very well have been the case because of his fragile ego. The man made no mention of the girl to anyone, if not to spare himself the embarrassment of bringing up his NEET days. It could have been a dream, but one object proved the entire sequence of
Kai
events had occurred.
Or rather, the absence of an object.
His coat was still missing. Maybe he had just misplaced it and forgotten about it? It was possible. But he liked to think that he truly met with that girl, even if it was a dream. |
“All aboard!” Yells the pilot through the intercom of his airship.
A group of citizens scramble to get across the walkway, as they don’t want to miss their flight.
“What do you mean I bought the wrong ticket?!” a woman of shouts, as I sneak past her and the guards she’s arguing with. With this view from below, maneuvering between their legs is a no-brainer. I’m almost giddy with how easy it was to get on this ship.
“…Is there a cat?” asks one of the guards in silver armor.
Hearing that, I scurry across the wooden floor of the airship. Hiding behind one of the curtains in the lobby, I realize that was a close one. If they catch me, they’ll throw me off the ship and that’d be a nightmare. How else will I meet my dear prince?!
I remember it like it was yesterday, that fateful day when Prince Gillian arrived at my kingdom. He didn’t look much different from the other humans, but there was something different about him. Something I’ve been searching for ever since.
✿
After what felt like forever, the airship horn bellows as it takes off. The engine hisses and its wooden frame creaks, as the wings constructed of tapestry begin to flap.
“Mission successful! But I should still avoid the guards…” I whisper to myself while peeking behind the curtain. I notice a staircase by the guard, but I’m not sure if I can make it past without being noticed. I can outrun him, but that would cause a commotion, so…
“Hey guard, behind you!” I shout.
When the guard turns around, I slip past his feet since he didn’t even bother looking down. Humans are so dumb sometimes.
As I head up the stairs, I notice that many of the rooms are empty. Heading into one of them, I jump on to the windowsill to catch a glimpse outside. Even for a cat princess like myself, such a view never ceases to amaze me. I mean, we’re flying above the clouds here!
While licking my white fur, I see the floating islands in the distance. I notice the tall stone walls in the distance, with the huge castle peeking out from the top. It doesn't look as luxurious as mine, but I’m sure I can get accustomed to his simple tastes.
✿
Not long after, the airship docks on the northern side of the island. I’m finally here!
“Hey, where did that cat come from?!” shouts one of the citizens as I run through the crowd of people flowing out of the airship. Due to the urgency in his voice, many begin looking down as I hop-skip-jump between their legs like before.
“Stop!” Yells one of the two guards running to block my path.
“Sir, it’s a cat, I doubt it can understand you…” the other guard mentions, trying to be the voice of reason. However, they're both wrong.
Not only can I understand him, but I’m also not ‘just a cat’. I am Princess Eltina, ruler of Stella, the best cat kingdom in all of Elise. Now behold my elegance!
“What the?!” The first guard shouts as my bushy white tail slips through his grasp.
That’s what they get for not accounting for my elegance! Now it’s time to see my prince.
As I’m heading down the path towards his kingdom, a calm spring breeze caresses against my fur. In front of me lies a red brick path, lined with a myriad of overgrown vegetation. With all of the yellow and violet flowers, it's obvious that the season has come in strong.
After a few minutes, I found myself in front of the castle gates. Taking a whiff of fresh spring air, I realize that my suspicions were correct. Thanks to my keen sense of smell, it has finally led me here. Even after all these years, his scent is exactly the same as back then. Where should I look first?
Noticing the numerous merchants and horse-drawn carriages moving through the gates, I realize that I can simply walk-in, so I do. Looking around, everything past the towering walls is what was expected. With humans lining up at shops and stalls along intersecting paths lined with buildings constructed of wood and bricks, it’s obvious that this place is average. It's a shame, since the prince himself is an extraordinary man.
Walking through the town square, my senses lead me towards a path that is a bit less busy. With how much calmer it is around here, it's obvious this is the residential area. Unfortunately, I eventually end up at a dead-end. In front of me is a large gate, and looking beyond that is the castle I saw on the ship.
“His scent is all over the place, this has to be it!” I say to myself in excitement. “Now I just have to-”
POOF!
An explosion of white smoke engulfs me. As I’m coughing, I sense that something feels off.
“Hey you! What are you doing here?!” Shouts a guard from behind.
When I turn around, I realize we’re at eye-level. Glancing down I see my two hands, and before I get a chance to speak, the two of them grab my arms.
“This area is off limits!” The guard shouts, pulling the sleeve of my dress.
“W-what? I-”
“We saw that explosion, what were you planning?!” the other guard asks, shouting with urgency.
“I just want to see him-”
“Nonsense! His highness isn’t set for an audience!”
“You are under arrest for trespassing and for suspicion of intending to harm his highness!”
“Huh, wait! You can’t-” I yell as they’re dragging me away.
I don't know why, but I’ve somehow turned humanoid and can’t transform back.
“Prince Gillian!”
✿
Staring at the dimly lit candle sitting on the table beyond these bars, I realize that I’ve lost track of time. Once in a while, a guard comes in and throws me a loaf of bread along with a wooden cup of water. What's worse is when it spills, I’m forced to lap it up from this stone floor with my tongue, as he leaves without a tinge of remorse. Drinking that way is normal for a cat, but it’s just demeaning in this form.
“To think they would treat royalty this way, it’s incomprehensible!” I shout, my voice echoing off these worn stone walls. These steel bars standing before me are what separate me from the outside world, while shivers run down my spine due to the absence of my fur. It’s so lonely…
“Prince Gillian…” I mumble with a sniffle, as my eyes start to water.
“Argh!” Yelps someone outside the door of my cell. Then comes the faint clanging of metal, along with more screams.
“Halt! Stop right there-”
It sounds like the knight that has been guarding my cell. Are they fighting someone? Who would come here to fight a bunch of guards? Nothing is making sense anymore, I just want to meet Gillian!
“Argh!” grunts the guards one after the other, as if they’re being cut down one by one. Then after a few more moments, the commotion stops.
Now there’s only the sound of someone's footsteps getting closer to my door. Soon after there’s the shuffling of keys, followed by the click of a lock. As my door opens, a younger-looking man with dirty blonde hair walks in wearing a bright red laced tunic. The moment our eyes meet, I sense a great deal of danger coming from him.
“W-who are you?!” I ask him, my voice shaking as he continues to stare at me.
He closes his eyes and kneels down on one knee. “It brings me great relief to see that you are unharmed, Princess Eltina.”
“Wait, how do you know my-”
“I was assigned with your retrieval by your head council. My name is Keith, a humble mercenary who arrived in this world less than two years ago. I hope my arrival didn’t startle you too much, your highness.”
“You were sent to find me? How long have I been here?”
“As far as I’m aware, your council thought you were playing a prank on them, so they simply waited for you to return.”
“Hehe, oh really?” I giggle, while scratching the back of my neck. I do play tricks on them out of boredom, so I can’t blame them.
Keith nods his head and continues. “It was a little over a week before they realized you weren’t in the kingdom at all, so they assigned me to find you.”
I guess I should have told someone I was leaving, then all of this wouldn't have happened.
“Well I had some business to attend to…” I say, averting my gaze. “How did you find me anyway?”
He points at his right eye. “After arriving in this world, I endured rigorous training to survive amongst a group of bandits that captured me. During that training, I lost this eye and acquired this prosthetic one, which grants me a path towards my desired target.”
An item like that is frightening to say the least, but at least he seems to be honest. I’ve heard of people that arrive here from other worlds, but in the thousands of years I’ve lived, I’ve never met one before.
I clear my throat. “Well Keith, I appreciate your work, but I’m afraid I can’t return to my kingdom just yet.”
He furrows his brow. “What do you mean? Your kingdom needs you-”
“No, I need to see Gillian!” I shout with a stomp of my foot, as my tail tenses up along with my frustration.
His eyes widen as he stands up. “Do you mean the prince of this kingdom? What business do you have with him?”
I avert my gaze, not wanting to explain the real reason why I traveled all the way here. There’s a few seconds of silence between us, as his expectant gaze out the corner of my eye chips away at my conviction.
“Okay fine, I’ll tell you!” I shout, as I wipe the dust off my dress. “...I want him to pet me…”
“What was that? I didn’t quite hear you-”
“I said, I want him to pet me!” I shout, feeling the blood rushing to my face. “I’ve been searching for humans that can do it, but there’s no one better than him!”
The more I explain, the curious look on Keith’s face twists into a look of disappointment. I knew I shouldn’t have told him…
Keith sighs as he grabs his sword. “While this is a surprise, I suppose I can help you in your endeavor.”
“Really?!” I shout, my ears perk up in excitement.
With a nod of his head, he cuts through the prison bars with ease. With how easily he did that and took out those guards, this should be a piece of cake!
“Get ready Prince Gillian! I’m coming for your pats!” I shout as I walk towards the door.
✿
“Argh!” the last guard screams as he falls to the ground.
Keith’s sword sheaths with a click, while standing over the fallen guards in the castle hallway.
“Wow, that was really cool!” I shout.
With a nod, he covers his right eye. “It’s trembling…Your beloved prince is behind that door.”
“B-beloved?!” I yell as I feel myself blush. But he’s right, the Prince’s scent has gotten stronger the deeper into his castle.
Walking towards the towering white doors, I take a deep breath.
“…It’s time!” I say to myself, before pushing out the door.
As the door creaks open, a familiar scent rushes my senses. Standing next to his golden throne, is a young man. He pushes strands of his blonde hair away from his eyes, as he turns to look towards us. With both of us lost for words, the faint meows of the many cats wandering around the room fill the silence.
“Prince Gillian, it is I, Princess Eltina! It has been far too long since we’ve seen each other!” I shout in elation, while walking towards him.
His scent, those bright blue eyes, it really is him! I’ve found him!
“...I’m sorry, but have I met you before?” He asks with a turn of his head. “Wait, what happened to my guards?”
I chuckle with a step forward. “Oh right, I guess you've never seen me in this form. Surely you remember the luxurious kingdom of Stella, and its beautiful Cat Princess!”
Gillian gives me a blank stare, causing my enthusiasm to waver.
“Well I’ve certainly heard of Stella, but I’m afraid we have yet to meet Princess Eltina.” he says with a shrug of his shoulders.
“Huh…” I say, the words escaping my mouth like a gasp. He doesn’t remember me? But we met not too long ago. How could this be…
Keith places his hand on my shoulder. “Um, your highness. When did you exactly meet Prince Gillian?”
“Huh, Why would you ask something like that?! It was…it was…”
Now that I think about it, how long has it been since I saw the prince? With how long I've lived, I often forget the passage of time. However, If I were to think about the amount of seasons since then, it would have been…
My heart drops, as my shock gets caught in my throat. Looking at the prince, I notice the IV symbol on the headrest of his throne. The Prince Gillian I met was the first.
“...No way.” I say to myself as I fall to my knees. It’s been more than two hundred years.
✿
“Your highness!”
“Oh thank goodness you’ve returned!”
“We’re so happy you're safe!”
Having now returned to my castle, the cheers of my counsel feels welcoming. Although I do feel guilty for making them worry, especially since my trip was a bust.
Walking into my room, I turn to Keith following me by my side. “I suppose all of that was for nothing, huh?”
“You simply followed your heart, and that's commendable in its own way.” he says with a stern look.
“Hey, you make it sound as if it was foolish!”
“...”
I sigh deeply before jumping on my bed. “Well, at least I got some fresh air.”
Lying down for a moment, I start to feel dejected. The Prince Gillian I knew is long dead, which means I can never experience his pats ever again. What am I gonna do now?
Suddenly, I feel someone caressing my hair. Turning around I notice it’s Keith, but before I could protest, I let out a moan as he rubs my ears.
“Though I am not the Prince, I hope this will be enough.” He says with a smile.
With how stern he is normally, his sincerity is shocking, but he’s somehow better at this than Prince Gillian. How is this even possible?
I giggle to myself. “Well this sure is an unexpected spring.” |
In this world, the strong prey upon the weak. It’s POG™ or be POG™ged.
What was once dismissed as a fad for kids had taken over the world. Wherever you went, whoever you met, you had to be ready to POG™ at a moment’s notice. It was how all disagreements were settled, and I mean
all
disagreements. Wars had been replaced by games of POG™. Even criminals had traded in their guns, preferring to mug people at slammerpoint instead.
POG™s were just that radical. They convinced everyone that violence was way un-cool.
But there was a dark side to the tubular phenom known as POG™. The only law left was survival of the POG™giest. Those who had the POG™s made the rules, and nobody had more POG™s than Leopold Unicorn, president of the World POG Federation™. He was only a teenager—just a few years older than me—but he ruled according to his whims, crushing whoever he pleased.
Every year, he hosted the International POG™ Championship. On paper, the tournament was an advertisement, a means to keep POG™ popular and increase sales. In reality, however, it was an excuse for Leopold to demonstrate his superiority. Challenger after challenger, he POG™ged them all with the legendary demon slammer, Muramasa.
That was about to change. I would POG™ all over Leopold and bring an end to his tyranny. Me, just a kid from the suburbs, one of thousands who’d been trampled on by Leopold. His thugs had POG™ged my father so hard that he’d been sent to the psychiatric ward for anxiety, and he still hadn’t recovered. It wasn’t an uncommon story. Plenty in the tournament had been gunning for Leopold, but only I had made it to the finals.
It wasn’t that I was better than them. Far from it. But I had something they didn’t: the legendary slammer, Dojigiri.
Glorious Nippon steel folded over a thousand times. The legendary slammers were the height of ancient Japanese craftsmanship. The perfect weapons. Legends told of Muramasa slamming bullets out of the air. But Dojigiri? In the right hands, Dojigiri could slam through tanks. Now, those two slammers were about to face off in a duel that could—no, would change the world.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous, but I kept my cool as I approached the venue. My unzipped windbreaker fluttered behind me as I walked, its teal and magenta pattern dancing in the breeze. I was flanked by my friends. Those who had been with me from the beginning, and those who I had POG™ged during the tournament. We all had our own reasons, but we shared one goal: to defeat Leopold Unicorn.
As we approached the stage, thunderous cheering from the audience drowned out the fanfare. Bright lights wandered across the arena before settling their focus on me. I was glad I had kept my visor on. I would have looked like a total scrub squinting into the lights. Instead, the audience went wild at how hella tight I looked, with my spiked hair and confident grin. At that moment, I felt every bit the hero I was about to become.
Up on stage, Leopold was wearing his own confident smile, but I knew he was worried. He had sent his goons to POG™ me in the parking lot the night before, but I had turned the tables on them.
Climbing the stairs to the stage, I stood across from Leopold. There were so many things I wanted to say to him. I wanted him to know the pain he had caused so many, but I knew that, until I beat him, those words would be futile. I would have to let my POG™s do the talking. It was the only way he’d understand.
I reached into my totally gnarly fanny pack and pulled out a plastic tube. Popping it open, I laid the POG™s inside on the table, spreading my arms for all to bask in their glory. They were a mishmash of designs. Psychedelic 8-balls, skulls with glowing eyes, peace signs, cartoon characters, yin-yangs, corporate logos, simple drawings, and more. Some were holographic; most were not. The important thing, though, was that these were the POG™s I had won during the tournament. They carried with them the hopes and dreams of those I had defeated.
Leopold then did something I did not expect. Snapping his fingers, his servants brought Trapper Keeper®s onto the stage. Soon, he was surrounded by a veritable mountain of the binders. He idly flipped through them, occasionally pulling out a POG™ and lining it up across from one of mine. They were custom-made. Each had a photo of a person with a red X drawn atop.
When he placed down a POG™ with a photo of my father, I understood. The binders were a collection of all his victims. I figured he had hurt so many people that it was pointless to keep track, but evidently, he thought differently. He remembered each of his misdeeds, and he was fondly reveling in them as he matched faces to my POG™s.
I felt my rage build up inside me. It was time to s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-slam.
Nine rounds. First to five would win. Whoever won the coin flip would have an advantage. I called it in the air—tails, to show how cool I was—but it came up heads. We each pushed seven POG™s into the center, and the referee piled them up, adding a fifteenth POG™ to prevent any ties.
With an evil grin, Leopold raised Muramasa over his head. The audience went silent. We could all feel the pressure its evil aura exerted. When it crashed into the POG™s, it felt like I had been punched in the gut. I could only watch helplessly as they flew into the air and tumbled back to the table, landing face down.
The first round had gone to Leopold. It was a flawless victory.
Despair fell over the crowd. Once again, they feared, Leopold would be victorious. I knew I had to answer back. I had to return hope to the masses.
After fifteen more POG™s were stacked, I held Dojigiri aloft. It shone brightly under the lights, and a collective gasp ran through the crowd. They held their breaths, and I whipped Dojigiri towards the pile. When it collided, a heavenly note reverberated throughout the arena, and once again… all fifteen POG™s landed face down. The crowd erupted in applause.
When I looked back at Leopold, the smile had vanished from his face. There was only cold, hard hate in his eyes. In the next round, he threw Muramasa so hard that it bounced high into the air, and when it crashed back to the table, after all fifteen POG™s had been called in his favor, it snapped the table in half.
It was an intimidating display, but I couldn't help noticing how heavily he was breathing now. He was staring at me with such rage, I knew I had gotten under his skin. It was a murderous look, like he wished he could POG™ me with his eyes alone, but such a feat was beyond even the legendary slammers. If he wanted to beat me, he’d have to do it the old-fashioned way.
The organizers quickly replaced the table, and it was my turn once again. Undeterred by his actions, I flipped the entire stack of POG™s, tying it up, 2-2. We continued to trade blows in this manner. He would flip a stack, and then I would. The public were on the edge of their seats, awed by our moves as we both tried to find a weakness, no matter how minute, in our opponent. When we reached the final round, it was tied, 4-4.
The confident grin returned once again to Leopold’s face. He had won the coin flip, so he got to go first in the last round. All he had to do was flip this last stack, and he would win. I was defeated. My heart sank to the pit of my stomach in that instant.
No, not yet. It wasn’t over yet. I needed to believe in the heart of the POG™s.
Then Leopold made his last, decisive move…
Perhaps it was overconfidence, or perhaps Muramasa had grown tired of its cowardly master, but the demon slammer slipped from his hands on the way down. It collided with the edge of the stack, causing the POG™s to spray in an unpredictable pattern. As they tumbled through the air, I saw the POG™ with my father’s photo on it. It was spinning quickly, appearing to smack the other POG™s back down to the table, face up. One, two, three, four, five, six… seven! Seven POG™s landed face up, and seven face down.
Only my father’s POG™ was still tumbling through the air, as if in slow motion. If it landed face down, Leopold would win, but if it was face up, I still had a chance. Leopold and I were both holding our breaths. I could hear the roar of the crowd, cheering for me. My heartbeat accelerated like never before in my life. I could feel each beat as it pounded through my body.
And then that moment, which seemed to last an eternity, finally ended. The POG™ hit the table.
It landed face up.
Eight POG™s remained. All I needed to do was flip them. Leopold clenched his fists in frustration as the referee scooped the remaining POG™s into a new stack. Triumphantly, I thrust my hand into the air, once more giving the audience a view of the sacred Dojigiri, before slamming it down with all my might. I put everything I had into it. All the feelings I had collected over the past year, ever since my father was POG™ged. My frustrations at my powerlessness, the joy of making new friends, the bitterness of beating them in the tournament, and my elation that I was about to win.
At the last moment, I felt the murderous aura of Muramasa, and my arm seized up. Dojigiri fell from my fingers, colliding with the stack of POG™s. A smaller stack has less spring to it. It’s more unpredictable, and almost anything could happen. Once again, I saw my father’s POG™ sail into the air. This time it wasn’t spinning, however. It fell, and somehow, miraculously, landed on its edge.
It all depended on this last POG™. If it tipped over face down, I would win, but it just stood on edge. It was as if the two legendary slammers were locked in an invisible battle, each exerting pressure to try to tip it in their favor.
Everyone fell silent. They couldn’t believe what was happening. Sweat formed on Leopold’s brow, but I wasn’t worried. I believed in the heart of the POG™s, and I knew my father wouldn’t let me down. Even as a POG™ from my enemy’s side, he was definitely lending me his strength.
A sharp crack sounded from Muramasa, and the demon slammer split into pieces. Once again, Dojigiri had slain a demon. The POG™ fell onto its face.
Leopold was done. Not only had I POG™ged him, but without the demon slammer, he had no chance of coming back.
My friends rushed the stage and threw me into the air. This wasn’t just my victory, it was theirs too. This victory belonged to everyone.
But the championship belonged to me. I, alone, was the new international POG™champ. |
Kazuki lived with his ageing parents and older sister in a small town by the lonely countryside. The house they lived in was far too large for just the four of them. It had originally belonged to his mother’s grandparents, and she had inherited it so suddenly one day, upon her parents’ passing, before she had any idea what to do with it. As a result, though the main house was well-kept for the most part, some of the rooms were neglected entirely, left to ruin in old dust and cobwebs and fed on by termites. The garden, likewise, was in a similar ruined state. The weeds had grown so tall, the pond water turned green, and there was nothing of the sort of tranquil and quaint beauty reminiscent of a traditional garden, but rather a kind of garden one would expect to see in an abandoned mansion by some obscure village.
Though they were not particularly well-off—the house, which in its exterior, betrayed at the very least a contrived air of affluence that the young Kazuki had enjoyed and used to his self-interests, particularly in obtaining the admiration of his schoolmates to inflate his artificial sense of superiority. However, lies were faulty foundations. To keep perceptions built upon lies required delicacy, cleverness, and most of all—giftedness. The greatest fear of a con man is being known as one, even more so when the con man wears their falsehoods as if they were the truth. However, Kazuki had a fatal quality—he was incredibly inept. It was inevitable that the image he had built of himself would crumble and his lies would come to light. In the face of such disgrace, something began to stir within him, and a shift in his attitude came from the subconscious desire to conform as an act of ignorance against his infamy. That moment marked itself as the event that Kazuki would consider the turning point of his life, as the final embers of his pride were reduced to nothingness, for better or for worse. That all took place when he was fifteen.
At sixteen, Kazuki started to become involved with a local gang in his school. He had been led one day by one of the members and threatened to join, before subsequently being hazed. There he became exposed to many new things: theft, smoking, underage drinking, sex, but perhaps most significant of all—it was there he met his most faithful and hideous companion: gambling. Kazuki liked being in the gang. He couldn’t care less about the other members, he only revelled in the thrill he felt whenever he made actions that were fundamentally misaligned with his own preconceived morals. He learned new concepts and came upon revelations that utterly fascinated him to no end, such concepts and revelations that would otherwise be carefully hidden in a moral society.
A year and a half after Kazuki had joined, the gang was disbanded after a freak accident with one of the members and his girlfriend. They had been living together in some decrepit apartment. One of the neighbours complained of a rotten stench. When the police went to investigate, they found the young man’s body suspended in the air, held by a rope to his neck. They also discovered inside a trash bag the mutilated and dismembered corpse of his girlfriend. Kazuki knew the young man, though he wasn’t very fond of him. He always held the silent belief that something was very wrong with him. The case only served to reaffirm his thoughts.
Upon entering high school, Kazuki found himself alone once more. He never partook in any clubs or made any effort at making friends or starting fresh. There was nothing in particular he wanted to do. In those most difficult and uncertain moments, he turned to gambling as his source of solace. It gave him a momentary thrill enough to last an entire day. Gambling was his dose of drugs. At first, he did pachinko, but that quickly became insufficient for him. One misty night, he met up with some of the former members of the old gang and was led down to an underground casino. Kazuki fell in love with the place instantly. It didn’t take long for him to lose all the money he had. Whenever he was short on cash, he made it a habit of stealing from his parents. However, when he realised that they were struggling to make ends meet, an unavoidable guilt stopped him from the tiny fraction of conscience he had left. Or perhaps it was the fear of being caught and kicked out. In any case, he quit gambling until he got a part-time job in a convenience store.
In the months between, Kazuki had found himself becoming interested in a new pastime—watching street racing. At the time, it was becoming popular in the town. The races were held in the dead of night. One time a buddy of his from the old gang took him for a whirl during a race on the spiralling roads up the mountain. Kazuki felt as though his heart would leap from his chest. After the entire thing, he could only burst into hysterical, ecstatic laughter. The adrenaline rush had given him a thrill he had never had before—not even from gambling. It was the kind of grand thrill one would only receive from dancing with death itself; a thrill available only to those who forego their fears and offer up their lives.
A friend let him borrow his car, and Kazuki took off with it for a race. He won ¥100,000 which he quickly gambled on slot machines. Lady luck visited him one dark evening, and at midnight Kazuki left the casino with the face of someone who had just won the lottery. He had hit the jackpot: ¥2.5 Million. However, that would be the only time that luck would favour him. The day after, he bought a blue Toyota sedan, gave his parents ¥500,000; and drank with his friends until he passed out. In just a week, he had only ¥200,000 remaining. In the coming months, Kazuki became increasingly involved in the sport. However, while things seemed to look good for Kazuki at first, it all came crashing down all at once. After his initial victories, he started to lose race after race, gamble after gamble. In a matter of a few months, Kazuki’s life turned upside-down. He lost his job, was deep in debt, and worst of all—his mother was diagnosed with lung cancer.
His older sister was working hard to earn money, and their father was fulfilling the role of caretaker in the family; meanwhile, what was he doing? Screwing around, wasting his life away. He dropped out of high school in the winter of his 3rd year. Time seemed to pass slowly for him since then. Whenever he got his hands on some money, his immediate instinct was to gamble it all away. In March of the next year, while the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, he saw his old classmates walking home from their graduation. In that instant, a feeling of hopelessness dawned on him; and when he woke up the next morning, he had no longer any desire to continue living.
Kazuki visited his mother in the hospital one last time and blurted out some flimsy sentimental promise. When he was leaving, his mother seemed to give him a disappointing gaze. Well, it didn’t matter anymore since Kazuki had already planned to kill himself later that day. However, when he left the building, he was approached by a man in a suit. Kazuki recognized him as one of the organisers of the town’s street racing events. The man introduced himself as Azai. He had heard of the problems Kazuki was going through and offered him a once-in-a-lifetime offer: a race between him and a representative from a gang in a neighbouring town. Azai would be betting on Kazuki's victory, and if he wins, he would not only pay for his mother’s surgery, but also provide financial aid to his family. If he loses, Kazuki would have to give up his family’s land. Kazuki couldn’t understand the motives behind his actions, but the thought of the race and what was on the line reignited a flame within him that he thought had long burnt out: one last gamble—one final thrill.
Later that night, Kazuki and Azai met up at the town’s Shinto Shrine where the gang had been patiently waiting, their cars all lined up on the road. Kazuki came with his trusty blue sedan. He was going up against someone named Akira—a crummy middle-aged man who looked more like a simple salaryman than a gang member. Kazuki could tell that something was off, but he didn’t care enough to think further. They were to follow the route from the Shrine through the hill pass. The rules were simple: whoever reached the peak first won. Though Kazuki had traversed many mountainside trails and dubious roads before, this was not a route he was familiar with. The thought of pursuing the unknown that awaited ahead thrilled him even more. He was confident enough in his ability to get a feel for his surroundings and adapt to them. Although at this point, it might as well just be baseless confidence.
Five minutes before eleven, they were told to get ready. Kazuki and Akira both got on their rides. They turned on their engines and began to rev. At exactly eleven, they pressed on the gas and the race commenced. Kazuki’s sedan juddered violently before it accelerated, struggling to get a solid start. Akira, on the other hand, smoothly took the initial lead. Once Kazuki got going, he swiftly upshifted, nullifying the gap. He steadily gained momentum before ultimately overtaking Akira. From there, the distance between them grew. Kazuki, however, didn’t find the idea of slowing down for safety appealing. He hovered around 200 KPH, only slightly decelerating at annoying curves. Kazuki believed he had it in the bag, that there was no chance for Akira to ever catch up to him. Ten minutes into the race, Kazuki was too late to notice a sharp left turn and almost went off the road in his attempt to turn, nearly falling downhill. As he gazed at the cliff, Kazuki felt nothing but excitement. After all, it wouldn’t be so bad for him to die in a race, but it wasn’t his moment yet. He thought he had built up a solid lead, but as he was reversing, discerned a pair of headlights approaching in the rearview. He hastily stepped on the gas and took off, Akira trailing behind him. Whenever Kazuki accelerated, Akira seemed to accelerate as well. In fact, Akira was closing the distance.
In the following minutes, the two remained at a standoff. They now occupied both lanes and were desperately trying to overtake the other. As they came upon a curve, Kazuki attempted to drift, failing miserably and stalling himself, allowing Akira to snatch the lead once more. What followed was a steep climb, and the two were forced to slow down. When the road levelled, Kazuki didn’t hesitate to go max gear and catch up. As they neared the peak, the distance between them neither grew nor shrunk. All of Kazuki’s attempts to outdo Akira failed. He could only tail him from behind. This didn’t frustrate Kazuki. Instead, he was enjoying it.
When they approached their destination and Akira’s victory seemed all but assured, Akira suddenly stopped his car, as if he had become aware of a presence and could not go on further. However, Kazuki could only see a pale darkness beyond. He paid no mind to Akira and continued onwards. The winner was decided by the one who reached the peak first after all. Whatever Akira’s reasons for stopping, he didn’t care. Kazuki never let go of the gas pedal and went even faster. He saw outlines of cars lined up on the sides, a few men—gang members no doubt—waiting in earnest to congratulate the winner. For a moment, Kazuki was distracted by them and neglected the road; and then all sensations disappeared, and the ride became oddly smooth for a split second. When Kazuki finally realised he was plummeting from the peak, a blast reverberated as the car crashed into the waters below.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, Kazuki did not lose consciousness. His whole body was in acute pain and his screams were meant for no ears but his own. Water seeped into his car, merging with his blood.
Kazuki’s life was filled with one too many misfortunes. Of course, some of which were of his own doing. When he looked back at all the seemingly terrible decisions he had made, he could not help but think that all of his accumulated sins culminated and led to the situation where he was now. But oddly enough, there was no regret present in his heart. Perhaps in the eyes of morality—karma—this was simply his just deserts. After all, what wrong was there in disposing of a parasite to society? However, to call him a parasite was not quite correct. To be a parasite assumed that one gained benefit at the expense of another, but Kazuki only ever brought mutual ruin. Kazuki was no parasite; he was something much worse. No one would bat an eye. It was better off this way anyways.
He thought of his sick mother in the hospital, the desperate promise he gave her, and the prize for his winnings. He was impressed that he still had it in him to think in that sort of manner. However, at the end of the day, it was probably out of his self-interest. He had lived only thinking of himself and somehow still expected to be taken care of by others. Asking for forgiveness now would only be selfish, like a desperate plea to clean his slate. He didn’t want that. He had long accepted that such opportunities weren’t available to people like him, who had nothing, did nothing, and yet still had it in them to wish for miracles, as if life’s luxuries were candies given to children or coins tossed in wishing fountains. Azai was a man who wouldn't keep to his word, Kazuki faintly realised that. No, he already knew it. He only used Azai’s offer as a pretence for a thrill. And now, he got the very thing he wanted. No matter the outcome, he was satisfied. Even if he died then and there, he wouldn’t mind. He had experienced the ultimate thrill. That alone made everything worth it.
It wouldn’t be right to say he had lost in life. He had not taken even the first step beyond the starting line. Kazuki was no loser; he was something much worse. |
The two astronauts stood in the grey airlock. Ekaterina could feel the sweat on her palms, the beating of her heart— but no one can tell you’re nervous if you’re covered in a spacesuit. She could only barely hear the air hissing around her.
Her fellow spacewalker gave her a thumbs-up as the hatch opened in front of them. She’d known Tobias since the first day of their neutral-buoyancy training, and he was just as excited as ever. Unlike him, Ekaterina hated spacewalks.
She stared out into the starry abyss ahead. Some considered it awe-inspiring, this unfamiliar sky. Ekaterina wasn’t one of them— she’d never lived on Earth, so this sky was all she’d ever known. To her, it was boring.
When she turned to Tobias, he was already gone, his tether wrapped around the opening. She’d figured something like this would happen. She let out an annoyed sigh and looked back. Both their tethers were connected to the inside of the airlock, looped in like thin black boa constrictors.
A pair of pliers appeared from her suit’s pocket— they’d been supplied by NASA for instrument repairs. She hooked them on her tether and pressed down.
She was a bit disappointed when she didn’t hear a snap. Not that the cord wasn’t broken— it was— it just so happened that sound couldn’t travel through space.
Ekaterina wasn’t suicidal, not in the slightest. In fact, this was a display of her arrogance. She did it every time, if only to pressure herself into working less carelessly. Even if she did let go, she still had her SAFER, the jetpack attached to her back. She would be fine.
She turned back and set off out of the hatch, clinging tightly to every handle she could. She and Tobias had different assignments around the ship— fix a minor detection instrument, repair a couple missing bolts on the oxygen dock, and several other menial tasks.
There was one important fix that had to be made, though. The space station’s radio transceiver had been broken by a piece of junk from an older ship. Until that was fixed, Ekaterina and Tobias couldn’t contact Aodori, the planet below.
The sun left a red glare on Ekaterina’s visor. She maneuvered carefully to the broken transceiver, gripping each handle on the station’s mechanical surface. She looked behind her just to make sure— her tether was floating uselessly behind, an umbilical cord to her spacesuit.
She knew Tobias would be on the other side of the space station at this point, so she’d have to wait a bit before he arrived. She drummed her marshmallow fingers on the hard metal below her. Each tap sent her just a bit further away from the station, which she found amusing.
She then pushed off entirely, letting her feet rotate under the handlebars. She enjoyed this kind of freedom— freedom from the world below, freedom from the people she hated. If only they could see her now, floating over everything.
The moment of respite came to an end as she pushed the arches of her feet against the handlebars, quickly twisting herself back. She reached out to grab the device in front of her, feeling her feet slip out from under the handlebars. She felt as if she was cheating death. A smug grin spread under her visor.
Her grin didn’t last very long.
She’d missed the device and sent herself spiraling. A sense of dread rushed through Ekaterina as she grasped for the closest surface. Anything would work— the station’s robotic arm, the broken transceiver, the handlebars. But she had sent herself just out of reach.
The lack of gravity didn’t stop her stomach from dropping. She began to flail, hoping she would grab onto something. She didn’t reach for her SAFER, not even once. The truth was, she knew it was out of fuel— it was meant only for emergencies, so it didn’t come with much in the first place. She’d already used it all on past EVAs, and this wasn’t even the first SAFER she’d drained. Tobias was using that one.
Her vision spun, her surroundings becoming a blur of grey and red. She spread her arms and legs out as far as she could, to no avail. Even further— still nothing. Her life began to flash before her eyes, the scarlet blur becoming background noise.
Desperately grasping at any semblance of control, she began counting. The certainty of numbers had always helped her calm her nerves. Extending out her digits and curling one in with each count, she began.
Ten… It was the same countdown every astronaut blasted off with, and yet each of them were taught to leave not with hope, but confidence, especially when committing to such a celestial task. Whoever came up with that notion had clearly never been at the mercy of the cosmos.
Nine… She still remembered not only how old she was but the exact day she entertained the idea of being an astronaut. It wasn’t often that Ekaterina fondly reminisced on that liminal childhood of always longing for more. It was never enough… which, coincidentally, was how she felt about herself.
Eight… A forebodingly high number of attempts to even pass the exam. Maybe she wasn’t cut out for this. Maybe she should’ve taken the hint and given up on being an astronaut. In fact, she probably would’ve, if it hadn’t been for the encouragement and support of her friends and family. Even cutting her losses and calling it quits wasn’t something she had the strength or courage to commit to.
Seven… It was almost funny how little she’d actually changed. No matter how many times she’d mentally turned a page or said she’d be more responsible, she always fell back into her apathy. She couldn’t care enough for herself. Or anyone.
Six… Only those mere seconds ago, she had felt on top of the world, yet for everything to evaporate like this from such a simple and avoidable mistake…? It wasn’t fair… It wasn’t fair. It wasn't fair!
Ekaterina snapped back to reality with a jolt as her hand hit something. She had no idea what, but she instinctively grabbed it as hard as she could. As she pulled herself back, she gasped.
The panel had… fallen off the ship…?
She felt her back hit the station’s wall, her suit’s cushioning squishing around it. The wall was behind her, and when she tried to reach back and grab onto it, she found herself moving away. Turning her head, she reached out again, desperate. But it was too late. Once again, her future had fallen out of her reach.
Her pupils shrunk through smeared lenses as she took deep regulated breaths. The corner of her lip curled up ever so slightly as she rhythmically nodded along the universe’s cruel joke. She’d had enough experience with being toyed with by fate, and like always, she began to dissociate.
Five… The hours remaining before her suit would become unable to sustain her. Only five hours for her to brood over every regret she’s ever had and every mistake she’s ever made. Something like this was bound to happen to her eventually.
Four… Too many times she’d needed to be helped and saved from a helpless situation. Of course she’d been keeping track. This was her fourth time after all, and in a way, the weightlessness of space wasn’t all too different of a sensation from marinating in numbed self-pity and self-loathing.
Three… Each and every forgiveness forsaken once more that she’ll hold onto beyond death. She’ll never understand why they won’t abandon her. She’ll never understand why they won’t just give up on her. She’ll never understand why they just let themselves be strewn along and dragged down by her empty words and futile, half-assed efforts, only for everyone to be hurt in the end.
Two… Just two more years— no… Two months! Even just two more months would suffice for her to set everything straight. If only she had that extra bit of time, she’d be sure to change for good! She’d be diligent! She’d wake up at a reasonable hour! She’d even start answering the phone again! She’d give anything! She didn’t know what cosmic entity out there would hear her prayers or to whom she was making her last unreliable promise, but even though she’d come to terms with her helplessness, nothing could change that primal feeling. She just wanted to live.
One… What better way to describe her current state. It was almost cathartic in a way, for her to finally be left alone, drifting into the infinite abyss to slowly decay. A part of her hoped that NASA wouldn’t trouble themselves with searching for and retrieving her corpse.
Zero… The number of chances she had left to truly change, and similarly, no theoretical amount of false confidence could compensate for the reality she was currently confronted with. No air of arrogance she could produce would save her from this vacuum of insecurity.
She gazed out. Out at the space station, out at the scarlet planet, out at the stars. Her father had once told her that Earth was still out there somewhere, a home she’d never known. Maybe she’d see it in the afterlife.
She noticed something then. Someone, actually. Tobias was situated on the station, looking out at her. He was reaching for her tether… but he couldn’t grab it. His tether restricted him, keeping him just out of reach. Ekaterina closed her eyes and accepted her fate.
But she felt a tug on her chest. She blinked her eyes open to see Tobias pulling her cord back, pliers in his free hand. He wasn’t tethered anymore.
By the time they reached each other, Ekaterina knew only one of them could make it. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction— as fast as she was moving towards the ship, he was moving away from it. She screamed at him to leave her, to push off of her while he still could, but he heard nothing. It just so happened that sound couldn’t travel through space.
He grabbed her SAFER and climbed around to her back, his short tether trailing out of her vision. That was the last she would ever see of Tobias. She felt a push, and through her blurry, teary eyes, she could see the station approaching.
Her prayer had been answered, though perhaps she hadn’t been ready to give anything for it. If it hadn’t been for the fact that she’d only just been rescued once more, a part of her wanted to die again. She deserved to die for being the burden that she was, but she couldn’t afford to. Not after that.
She was weak. So weak. She felt as though she’d returned to the gravity of Aodori without time to readjust. She wanted to cry, but she couldn’t. She wanted to lash out, but she couldn’t. She was too overwhelmed. She was too overwhelmed to feel or do anything… but with a tentative push against the metal bars, and another, she continued back into the airlock.
She had made a promise to someone. |
Snow. It is seen as a hindrance to most who experience it. It makes people want to sleep in or do nothing. Many would prefer Summer over Winter. This is not the case in Cylestal where snow is a part of their daily lives. Located many miles above sea level and surrounded by peaks in every direction, the large village is blanketed in snow for the majority of the year. It is hidden in the snow.
Many nations have mastered the art of magic. Incantations to conjure a variety of elements. The Cylestian mages have mastered magic in a different manner. Becoming one with nature, they are able to use the surrounding snow and ice to boost their power. Not only that, but they can willingly manipulate the element. Cylestian mages are well respected around the globe and often prioritized for completing quests or bounties. This is the reason why many Cylestians wish to acquire the title of Cylestian Glacier Mage. The requirements are simple - be a Cylestian native and show profound abilities in manipulating the surrounding snow. Despite the simple requirements, only two to four mages ever acquire the title every generation.
Kalev Valk is a seventeen year old who wishes to acquire the title. Kalev drops his snowboard by his feet. He stares down the large hill and takes a deep breath. He places one foot on the board and uses his other foot to push himself. While accelerating, he plants the other foot onto the board and gets ready to manipulate the snow around him. Kalev makes many unnecessary movements. This makes it hard for him to control the board through the snow. He slides down the hill with his face turning red by the powdery snow slapping him along the way. He maneuvers around a large boulder and aims his hand at a forty-five degree angle. A makeshift target is in his sight. A small icicle forms at the palm of his hand and he fires it. His accuracy is off, but he does hit the target. With an incoming tree he adjusts his angle. Rather than the acute angle needed, he turns too much and hits another tree. Kalev falls off his board and tumbles his way down the hill. Not without hitting a few trees along the way.
His momentum comes to a stop and with an upside down view of the world he notices his grandmother standing outside the house. She looks disappointed at him for attempting something so reckless. Kalev turns around and stands up with his board in hand ready to receive an earful.
Kalev has a goal like many his age. Their plans are laid out similarly. Graduate school, pass the snowboarding test, join an expedition team, hone their skills, and acquire the grand title. There’s just one problem. Kalev’s ability to manipulate the icy element falls short of being called average. Not only that, but his skill with the snowboard is quite laughable. This does make it rather difficult to achieve such a goal. Even so, Kalev is determined to see this through.
The next day while in school, Kalev overhears his classmates mention doing a snowboarding race. His gray eyes sparkle brightly with the thought of being able to show off congesting his brain. Once the bell rings, he sprints home to get his board and immediately dashes for the meet up location.
Along the way, Kalev spots his biggest threat, Edvin. Unlike Kalev, Edvin performs excellently when it comes to ice magic. Edvin has snowboarded his entire life, and as such, he holds far more experience. Due to all the praise Edvin gets, his ego is a tad inflated.
All the students line up next to each other. They place their boards down and step on it. Everyone simultaneously counts down as Kalev takes a deep breath. They all launch themselves forward when they reach zero. You can hear the laughter and cheer coming from them as the frozen wind races past their faces. Kalev wears a massive smile while shredding down the side of the hill. Since the snow is packed-in compared to his backyard, Kalev doesn't struggle as much. He notices his classmates infuse magic to speed up. Kalev does the same and boosts himself forward with magic.
This is where the difference in everyone's skills is made apparent. Kalev lags behind along with a few other students. Edvin takes a sizable lead as he avoids every obstacle gracefully. Though Edvin is not without competition. Trailing after him is a young lass named Mavis. With absolute accuracy, she maneuvers herself to be as aerodynamic as possible. Though she does enjoy a thrill and avoids obstacles at the last second.
Kalev focuses everything into boosting his speed. As always, he makes unnecessary movements to avoid the smallest of obstacles. The look on his face reveals he wants more speed, but from the corner of his eyes, he spots a classmate making large ice blocks in front of a few other students. Most of the students barely avoid the trap set in front except one kid who tries to stop and collides into the block. He is launched forward and rolls on the hard snow. He scrambles to stop himself; from the panic he doesn't think of manipulating the snow around him. Just as he thinks he’s about to hit a tree, his arm is picked up. Kalev holds him up and slows down. He has hit many trees at slower speeds, so he knows this would not have ended pretty.
At the finish line, Kalev and the student he saved, Anton, cross last. Anton thanks Kalev once again and runs off. Kalev looks up the hill and sighs. He is disappointed in himself for being unable to win. He turns around and sees Mavis chatting with her friends as they walk away. Kalev turns to Edvin and sees him leading his pack. Among the three following him is Avrom, who was the one making traps in front of other students. Kalev decides to walk home, but before doing so he spots an old man staring at him. The old man seems to be fit for his age, and isn’t wearing a jacket as most older folk wear to keep their old bones warm. The man has both his hands pressed atop a wooden cane that appears rotted from the heavy wear on it. He takes his left hand off the cane and proceeds to walk away. Kalev is confused about the event, but quickly forgets about it and runs home.
The snowboarding test will be held right after graduation in four months. Though the particular hurdles and obstacles differ yearly, it is always a race down the largest peak down to the base of the mountain. Placing anywhere in the top ten will secure a spot in any of the expedition teams that acts as a stepping stone.
Unable to sleep, Kalev climbs out of bed. He grabs his board and sneaks out of his house as silently as possible to not wake his grandparents. He treks up the hill to reach his usual training grounds. When he reaches the spot, Kalev shakes his head and looks behind at the larger hills. He climbs his way further up the hills to challenge himself further. Walking a mile, Kalev reaches a height he is satisfied with. Before sledding down, he chooses to practice his ice magic. While training, Kalev spots blue and green lights. Kalev is familiar with the aurora borealis, but he also knows it is not the right time of year. He is able to trace the light coming down to the ground further up the hills. Entranced by the beautiful lights, Kalev picks up his board and makes his way up. The snow reaches past his waste, but Kalev continues walking up. His body temperature steadily drops from being encased in snow, and yet his unrelenting will pushes him. Kalev manipulates the snow out of his way, but at this point, only his head is exposed. For a moment, the thought of giving up crosses his mind. Kalev violently nods his head and steps forward. His legs feel like anchors bolted into the ground, yet he finds the strength to move them. Getting closer to the light he sees the silhouette of a person. His eye lids draw heavy and begin to close on him. All his strength is drained and Kalev falls into the snow, buried in it.
Hours later, Kalev opens his eyes. He hears the crackling of wood and smells the smoke associated with a fire. He jumps up immediately and looks around. He spots the old man from before, sitting by the fire. With no explanation whatsoever, the old man demands that it is time for proper training. Kalev has no clue who this man is, but the old man knows who he is. Kalev was raised by his maternal grandparents since his parents passed when he was young. Because of this, Kalev never met his paternal grandparents.
The old man reveals his name to be Kaljo, and he demonstrates the aurora borealis he created earlier. As Kaljo casts his magic circles, Kalev spots the head of a white dragon engraved into the rune. Kalev recognizes that this belongs to one of the greatest Cylestian Glacier Mage to ever emerge from the village. His real name was never known for his title spread far more fame - The Unrelenting White Dragon of Heaven, or White Dragon for short. Completely amazed at the divinity of who this man is, Kalev begs to be trained by him, though he knows a great man such as he wouldn’t waste their time. What Kalev doesn’t know is that grandparents like to spoil their grandchildren.
Four months later, the whole village of Cylestal surrounds the base of the tallest mountain. The 163rd class has graduated and is now attempting to do the snowboarding test. The class of twenty- eight students stand at the mountain top where there is barely enough room for everyone and the starter. The older gentleman raises his left hand in the air and shoots out ice magic. The icicle soars through the sky and pops into a million snowflakes. All of the competitors drop their boards and jump onto them as swiftly as possible. Kalev thinks back to the training and grins. All of the recent graduates shred down the mountain with pure skill and elegance.
Despite the training, Kalev still overshoots the angle needed to avoid obstacles. This causes him to fall behind. Edvin and Mavis are neck and neck with each other. Being at the lead, they get a first shot at potential targets to score extra points. Mavis forms ice needles and fires them. Edvin creates large ice rocks and launches them into the targets. Kalev focuses his magic down by his feet and gets a large boost. With an incoming boulder, Kalev chooses to form an upward ice slope. He takes the ramp at full speed surpassing many of his classmates. Making two finger guns, Kalev shoots ice pellets at targets that haven’t been hit yet. Though his accuracy is still off, he shoots as many as possible before he lands.
His classmate, Avrom, uses his magic to knock a tall tree to block others. Kalev instantly sends a wave of snow to hit one side of the tree to flip it to take less space. The tree spins more than intended and tries to revert back to blocking everyone. Before it can, the tree spins back into place. Kalev looks to his side and spots Anton helping him out. Both of them slide right by the tree branches as they nod to each other. Kalev boosts himself once again getting closer to the top five. With incoming attacks, the competitors fight back to not get hit. A few snowballs get close to Kalev, but he manages to destroy most of them. He repeats his last strategy and launches himself far up into the sky. He shoots at the incoming projectiles and lands taking the fifth position.
Edvin and Mavis boost themselves, trying to take first place permanently. Creatures made of ice appear on the track to slow down the competitors. Edvin destroys the creatures in front of Mavis to block her view, but Mavis does the same to Edvin. Meanwhile Kalev focuses on the creature in front of himself. Unlike everyone else. He uses the magic ice of the creatures to further speed himself. Kalev takes the fourth position, and quickly goes into third. Edvin and Mavis notice Kalev trailing just behind them. They both force a wave of snow at each other hoping to take the other out and stop Kalev from surpassing them. Kalev goes full throttle into the snow. His vision is completely impaired and as soon as he emerges he witnesses a large dragon made of snow incoming at the three of them. Edvin and Mavis boost themselves even more, but only Edvin speeds off. Ice rises in front of Mavis which slows her. Kalev notices one of Edvin’s lackeys is responsible for it. The dragon is going to hit Mavis so Kalev races to her side. He grabs her arm and shoves her forward.
The monstrous dragon crashes into the ground, raising a lot of snow into the air. Mavis looks back and doesn't spot Kalev anywhere. She looks in front and sees Edvin in first with his lackey in second. She boosts herself to the max to get the lead again. She shifts herself and her board to get the least amount of air resistance. She sneaks behind Edvin’s lackey and passes him while her board spits back snow in his face. Mavis is fifty feet away from Edvin. Something catches her attention. She turns and notices a lane of magic circles with a white dragon’s head engraved at the center. Before she has time to process it, she sees Kalev speed past her at great speeds. Edvin sees the finish line not too far in front, though he does feel someone getting close. He sends a wave of snow backwards but that isn’t enough to stop Kalev. Running out of magic, Kalev slows right next to Edvin. Infuriated at Kalev catching up to him, Edvin aims at him to shoot a ball of ice. Kalev looks forward then back at Edvin. Once Edvin is done making the ice he attempts to fire it, though as luck would have it, Edvin runs over a small rock which causes him to lose his balance and falls off his board only three feet from the finish line. Kalev crosses the line with Mavis right behind him.
Everyone else crosses the line, most of them cheering at Kalev for his performance. Though Mavis isn’t happy about it, she congratulates him for his win. For the first time Kalev has received praise from his classmates, though this is only just the beginning of his goal. |
It was cold. It was the kind of bitter, piercing cold that chilled you down to your bones no matter how many layers that you wore, the kind of cold that numbed your whole body until you could feel nothing, the kind of cold where it took immense effort not just to move, but also to think, and to breathe.
The cold was the reason why the human settlers of Arbuda never left the Bubble Cities, where it was warm and the air was breathable- all of them except for the Couriers. Each day the Couriers donned their pressurized suits and stepped into the freezing wastes, carrying their precious cargo- food, water, fuel- risking death by suffocation, hypothermia, or attack from one of the many monstrous creatures that roamed the frozen wastes. But the Couriers continued to press on, because they knew that the packages were more precious than their own lives.
Courier M-380 paused for a second, wiping off the thick layer of fog that had accumulated on the outside of his visor, to take a look at the small device attached to his wrist. On a tiny black screen, a green arrow glowed, with a dashed line in the same bright, sickly green leading to the edge of the monitor. To the right was a distance counter- two mil. The holoscreen was crude technology, to be sure- far lower-tech than what humans in the twenty-fifth century were used to, but in the harsh conditions of the Arbudan wastes, it was the only navigational system that would not freeze and break.
M-380 had been on his journey for five days at this point, and his arms and legs were growing weary, but at long last he was approaching his destination. The Courier took a seat on a small ice pillar, pressing a few buttons on the holoscreen, then turning his head to the side as the last of his food and water rations slowly raised inside his helmet on a mechanical arm. The food bar went down with the unpleasant texture of sand, and the water was lukewarm and unpleasantly metallic. M-380 grimaced as he ate. He had consumed the Courier rations hundreds of times before on deliveries, but they never got any tastier. The calorie and nutrient blend required to power a Courier in the icy wastes came at the expense of flavor.
With the last of his rations gone, M-380, re-energized, set off again, struggling through the whipping winds and blowing snow. A short distance ahead was his destination- a small Bubble City which the Courier had never heard of, where he would drop off his package and refill his food and water supplies for the long trek home. The Courier stopped in the driving snow, craning his neck out, but try as he might, he could not see the familiar warm, orange glow of a Bubble City peeking through the dull gray sky and howling blizzard. Nevertheless, he knew it was there, because the holoscreen’s maps had never been wrong before.
He tucked the package- a tiny box encased in solid blue plastic- under his arm and set off again, struggling through the snow. M-380 was an experienced Courier, but perhaps it was safer to say that he was more lucky than experienced. The life expectancy of Couriers was short. They were ordinary, unarmed humans- they had no ability to fight off the creatures that roamed the wastes any more than they had the ability to kill angels. But by luck- or perhaps by miracles- M-380 had survived for over a hundred deliveries.
One mil from the destination, the blizzard suddenly ceased, going from a howling storm to clear, solid gray skies. It was such a sudden change that M-380 stopped in his tracks. Spread ahead of him was a large, flat ocean of snowdrifts, pocketed by depressions every so often. He looked to the horizon, left and then right, but the familiar sight of a Bubble City, glowing warmly in the dreary gray cold, still did not appear. That was unusual. At this distance, it should loom large in his field of vision, but all he saw was the endless sea of white.
Nevertheless, he shook his head and pushed on. It was not a Courier’s place to ask questions. No matter what, he had to deliver his package.
As he slid down a snow-covered hill, reaching the flat plain, the ground beneath him rumbled, and an ear-splitting crack, loud as a cannon report, rang out. On instinct, M-380 ran toward one of the pits in the ground and flung himself down, curling himself around the small, blue package. He gave no thought to his own life, but his cargo had to reach its destination, especially when it was so close. He could not fail here.
For what seemed like ages, the Courier lay motionless, wrapped around the tiny package, breathing heavily, as the sound of inhuman noises- screams, yelps, and more that he could not describe- filled the air around him, and then it was silent again.
Hesitantly, the Courier peeked his visor above the lip of the crater in the snow, looking furtively around, but he saw nothing except for four sleek, black, cigar-shaped creatures, floating quickly through the air away from him. M-380 breathed a sigh of relief. Blimps could startle the unaware, but they were harmless. Whatever had caused the loud crack- he did not know and he did not care to stay to find out- must have scared them away. Gathering the package, he prepared to continue his journey once again.
That was when he saw it.
Far off in the distance, a dark shape was silhouetted against the cold gray sky, moving slowly. As it grew larger and larger in his field of vision, M-380’s heart leapt into his throat, beating at a frightening rhythm. The nondescript shadow had separated into a pulsating mass of tentacles, wriggling as it moved over the snowdrifts in a manner that made the Courier feel ill the more he looked at it.
Volantors had killed more Couriers than any of the alien fauna that inhabited the snow planet. M-380 had the good fortune to never encounter one before, but he knew exactly what they looked like from stories and training.
Suddenly, as he watched, the writhing shape began to grow smaller, fading into the distance. By some miracle, M-380 had been saved, yet again.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and then instantly came another horrendous crack, and as the ground shifted, the Courier was violently thrown out of his hiding place.
He flew through the air, landing hard on his back in the snow. As he struggled to get his bearings, he noticed the small, blue box lying a short distance from his head, and grabbed it immediately.
M-380 had just enough time to notice the wriggling ball of tentacles flying across the driven snow, advancing on him at a terrible speed, looming larger and larger in his field of vision.
The Courier did not need to think about what to do next. He ran, cradling the package to his chest, as fast as he could, gasping for air with terrified breaths as he moved.
Something dark flashed in his peripheral vision, and as he ran, he looked back just in time to see one of the creature’s appendages rocketing toward him from its writhing center. In desperation, he threw himself to the side, and the tentacle crashed into the snowdrift, spraying white powder everywhere.
The Courier had no time to admire his dodge, or praise the gods, because the alien creature was still coming, bearing down on him. His destination was just ahead, but never before had half a mil felt so much like fifty. He continued to run through the freezing cold in his cumbersome suit, panting heavily, holding the package with all his strength.
It was no use. The Volantor had barely slowed- it was far faster than a human. This time, two tentacles shot from the pulsating, fleshy mass, and M-380 desperately threw himself to the side again, but as he hit the soft snow, one more writhing appendage shot out to meet him.
Then came another piercing crack, and the ground shifted beneath the Courier just enough that the tentacle whizzed over his head.
By some stroke of luck he had kept ahold of the tiny blue package, but as he tried to struggle to his feet, his legs gave out from under him. He had used up the last of his remaining energy fleeing from the monster the bitter cold. The Courier could not move, no matter how much his brain screamed at him to get up and run.
The horrible, alien beast raised an innumerable amount of fleshy arms to the sky. M-380 did not fear for himself. His life was not important. It was his cargo that he mourned. After hundreds of successful deliveries, he was going to die in such a cruel way- so close to his destination, but having never reached it. His clients who put their trust in him to deliver what they so desperately needed would never receive their precious resources.
To a Courier, it was the worst death imaginable.
As the Volantor brought its terrible appendages down toward the Courier’s still body, there came another crack, louder than any of the others, and then, M-380 saw it. To the side of the monster, a thin line snaked through the snow-covered, pitted landscape at incredible speed.
The ground tore in two beneath the Volantor, revealing nothing but an inky blackness, and then it was as if the world was flipped upside down. The Courier was thrown violently, end over end, plummeting toward the crevice that had opened, catching the quickest glimpse of the mass of flesh flailing as it disappeared into the abyss.
As he struggled to right himself, he saw the package, small and bright blue, perched on a shelf of ice above him, growing smaller and smaller as he slid toward the crevice. M-380 scratched and clawed, desperately grabbing for a handhold, but felt nothing solid.
The ground suddenly gave out from underneath his scrabbling feet. In a second, he would fall over the edge of the crevice as the Volantor did, and the package would be buried by the next blizzard, never to be found again.
That was unacceptable. M-380 could not allow that to happen.
He had to deliver the package. He had to reach his destination.
He had to.
With all his might, the Courier exploded up the icy slope so suddenly that even he was shocked by it, pulling himself up the slippery ground with every bit of strength he had left. He dove for the small blue box, grabbing ahold of it, and as soon as the terrain evened out, he collapsed.
M-380 was alive. Another fantastic stroke of luck had saved his life.
Weakly rolling over, he raised his arm up to his visor. The sickly green graphics glowed bright against the dreary gray sky. 0.4 mil to his destination. It was so close that he could taste it.
He pulled himself to his feet, clutching the package to his body, but every step felt like he was walking through quicksand. It was excruciating. His breaths grew shallower and shallower as he struggled forward.
0.3 mil. Now 0.2. Now 0.1. Black spots were starting to form in front of his eyes as he choked for breath.
Where was the Bubble City? It had to be right in front of him, but he could see nothing but the snowdrifts and the large gash in his visor, and he could only hear the hiss of a stream of concentrated gas. He knew that his oxygen tank was punctured and the air inside his suit was escaping, but if he could just reach his destination, he would survive.
His breathing grew even more labored, and then he saw the warm glow of light- of civilization.
It was not a Bubble City, though.
If the Courier had not been close to death, he would have stopped to wonder who lived in the small, stone cottages, sitting in front of an ice mesa, covered in snow and glowing with yellow light peeking through their windows. They were obviously human construction- the homes were quaint and charming, but they had no bubble surrounding them, and humans could not breathe in the oppressive atmosphere of Arbuda.
He might have questioned how the flames could merrily dance in the lamps strewn around the cluster of cottages- just like there was no oxygen for humans to breathe, there was none for fire to burn.
But none of that mattered to the delirious M-380. As he struggled forward, the only thing he cared about was the delivery. One of the buildings must be his destination. It had to be. He could not fail.
The Courier stopped in front of one of the cottages, with its door painted blue, and the green distance counter on the screen on his wrist flicked to 0. He reached for the door to knock as his vision grew fainter, trying desperately to breathe.
He could not see who opened the door to the charming home, but he felt the package leave his hand, and a sense of relief swept over him as he struggled for air. He had fulfilled his duty as a Courier. He had reached his destination. What happened next did not matter.
He could rest, happily and peacefully. |
As the school bell rang, a thousand footsteps echoed throughout the building. Many approached the exit gate of Southern High School, a school located on the lakeside of Merriway. Letting out a frozen breath, a boy wearing a tracksuit with a white knitted scarf and messy cyan hair strolled to the school field while holding his duffle bag.
His azure gaze turned to a group of people wearing the same tracksuit, each swinging their legs back and forth as every thump sent some dirt into the air. Leading the group, there was a blondie with legs longer than anyone else in the group, a physique that is slender yet firm and shining orange pupils that met those cold gazes. As a breeze of winter wind caresses both their heads of hair, his leg touches the finish line before letting out a long sigh.
Collapsing into the red rubber of the track on his back, he clenched his teeth and let out a groan before getting up and bringing his knees to his chest with his left arms. He rubs his ankles, occasionally massaging it while letting out a deep breath until he jumps out of surprise when he feels a freezing object make contact with his right cheek.
Ionic Water
Looking down on him, the same azure gazes crouched on his eye level, faintly smiling at the sweat covered Haru. Grabbing the drink he just gave with his right hand, he gets up to give his gratitude for looking after him through his vocal cords, before chugging the whole bottle in one go.
He extends his glove-covered hand to help Haru get up and mentions his left ankles and to that he replies that it’s nothing to be worried about while jumping up and down. Rather than being relieved from that, he frowned behind his scarf but still he couldn’t hide the heavy weight on his heart and eyes. Then, he reached Haru's shoulder with his left hand followed by taunting words and a smug demeanor, Haru replied by reaching out his right hand to his shorter rival and bringing him closer to him and with a big smile. The two then moved to the track starting line.
…
One
Was the number of finger their friend was raising as the two were standing on the starting line
Slowly closing his azure eyes, he takes a deep breath while putting both of his hands to the white line and lowering his hips with his left leg in the front and right leg stretched all the way to the back. Haru’s doing the same position.
Two
The two raised their hips, their synapses pulse were heading to both of their right legs, same as their blood that rushed from their hearts as their heartbeats rose in speed.
And under that cyan hair, there’s only one signals that are being sent to his whole body-
Win.
He turned his head to the track and-
Three
They push their right legs to the ground, using their left legs as a pivot they swing their right legs to the front and from that strides, He takes the lead while Haru is one step behind him and on the second step he realizes that even though he got the first lead…
There is no way that he can win against Haru as he is right now.
…
Ikeya arrives home in his room and puts his duffle bag on the floor. He follows by throwing himself on his bed. Laying on his back, he turns his head to a photograph hung by the walls, standing together in front of a dozen cameras and flashes, picturing Haru along with the rest of the team, including himself, besides that blonde hair; a relic of the past where he was once called the Comet of Merriway.
Ikeya Kazuhiko's talent has now withered away.
The next day, as he says goodbye to the stars above, he finds himself strolling on the lakeside when the sun touches his faded eyes until he hears a faint noise of gears and chains rotating from behind.
A familiar blond head of hair comes up close to his face, his eyes dilated with concern regarding his losses yesterday. Ikeya felt an ache in his heart about him but he replies with a smile while pushing away his face with his right hand, muttering about him letting Haru win because of his injury last time. Thankfully, he buys it and offers Ikeya a ride to the school.
As the two were riding the bicycle, Ikeya couldn't help but to look at him with an empty gaze, occasionally woken up by the sound of cars passing beside them. He turned his gaze to the reflection of the bike, along with him and Haru, reminiscing the time they spent together before he had come to this final act.
They met under the rain while in their second year. Haru was soaked and late for school, as they glanced at each other's eyes while Ikeya was under an umbrella. He was a flash that rivaled his speed at the time. Intrigued, he decided to invite him to the track team as one he can call an equal; a rival under the cosmos he wandered for so long alone. But all of that comes to an end as he has far surpassed his expectations. He just can’t help but to be vexed for bringing him in; it was jealousy.
As a golden leaf falls on Ikeya’s head, he comes back to reality, taking it and looking at it for a while until the bicycle enters the school gate. He looks around the school yard and sees a bunch of stalls erected, some of them holding an exhibition from various school clubs and a lot of food stalls.
The School Festival is drawing near.
Getting off the bike, Ikeya told Haru he should pay a visit to the track stall but he obliged saying that he’s the ace of the club and that they should go together. Ikeya then flicked his forehead saying that they will, though he knew what would happen next. Walking amongst the crowd, Ikeya closely looks at his rival, guiding his bicycle, slowly leaving him behind as the crowd starts to recognize him and before he knows it…
Haru is lost in the crowd, leaving Ikeya all alone once again.
Walking away from the crowd, he glanced at his rival, muttering that soon they will face each other again for the last time.
…
Once, he was a school idol; he excelled at both education and sports, the Comet of Merriway, the Southern High School’s pride; Ikeya Kazuhiko. Among the crowd of students checking out their score on the exam, he would always come out on the top. But even so he would not once lower his head any time they came to praise him. Being faster than everyone else on the field, he would use those legs to help the teacher by delivering his friend's assignment. Though, the friend that he thought was by his side all the time was…
Only befriending him for his own advantage.
He realized all of that, but not once in his school year was he ever against it. Not because he’s too weak or scared but he feels that he should be taking care of them, no matter how pathetic they are. He couldn’t imagine what it feels like to be alone as he is known to have trouble communicating, so it was his last resort to fill his loneliness. But in the end, every human has their limit and he is yet to reach that limitation.
Strolling the same route to the school field covered in sweat, he holds two full water bottles with both of his hands. He was the only one at the opening ceremony of the track and field club, where he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest halfway there, forcing him to sit on the pavement, catching his breath and holding his chest for dear life until a familiar voice placed a hand on his right shoulder.
Tachibana Haru
It was the blondie he met in the rain and without hesitation, he picks up both of the bottles and starts walking on his own to the field. He sees his lips as he mutters a word that he would have never heard during his high school, a proposal of a helping hand from the last person he expected it to come from, that is his proposed “Rival” that he wanted to go against.
And that feeling eases the pain of his chest
Placing his left foot in front of him, he lunges forward after swinging his right leg and in a flash he snatched one of the bottles before he muttered another proposal to him; a race to reach the field and with a smile and a nod. He intrigues and taunts Ikeya as a foolish comet that wanders too close from the sun. Ikeya replies by putting his left foot in front of his body. Haru glances at him and replies with the same motion.
One
Two
Three.
They took off after their right feet flew in front of them, bringing their bodies forward in the process. The wind howled on both of their ears as their flashes of steps sent dirt flying across the pavement with each and every step. Every movement they made sent thumping noises in the distance, attracting nearby bystanders to then cheers for both of them.
As their heartbeats reach their peak, both of them start to take a breather as they are closing in on the red rubber of the field. It was still a neck to neck race and when they jumped across a trench they both glanced at each other and let out a laugh as they realized…
They had never once met an equal in their lives until now.
Landing on his left foot, Ikeya takes the initiative to extend his stride, taking the lead as Haru almost loses his footing after the impact. The race was soon to conclude that Ikeya was the victor but his pupil dilates as he sees Haru with an open arm jump at him sending both of them to roll over the field.
He is no longer running alone.
Yet, there’s one thing about him that he couldn’t tell him yet…until the time has come.
On the same field, of the same position as their finish line a year ago, they stood against each other as the last runner of the school’s relay race. Noticing his rival is gazing at the sky with an empty stare, Haru calls his name in which he replies with a soft smile before he mutters a simple thanks to Haru and before he can even respond. The baton is already on his hand and Ikeya can’t be seen beside him any more.
In a flash, he follows the line after noticing a cyan outline on the corner of his eyes by a stride of his right legs and notices a shimmer come trickling down from his dear rival.
His golden pupil contracts
Blood came rushing into his legs and he extended his stride while shouting his rival’s name again and again; there was nothing but fear, worry and confusion in his head, but he had never once smiled like that.
Slowly but surely, he’s closing his distance to Ikeya who is soaked in his own sweat and from that distance, he hears Ikeya frantically breathing through his lungs, yet he can see that he’s losing his speed as his heart beats faster and faster.
And then, they once again met neck to neck gazing into each other's eyes
Ikeya's gaze softened, there were no words exchanged but the noise of their step deafened the cheers from their friends. Haru slowed his pace and shouted his rival's name once again.
Only one word came out of his mouth; it was a goodbye.
Followed by a word of gratitude, his eyes became teary and he placed his palm on top of his own chest.
A heart defect.
A condition in which the patient’s heart were defected from birth, greatly increasing the chance of getting caught in a cardiac arrest, it was the shadow that looms over him ever since he was born into this world. It was inherited from both of his parents who couldn’t make it, leaving him all by himself at the age of 10.
Before his father joined his mother who died from giving birth to him, there was a word he muttered before leaving his son in the darkness, a word that became the light that guides him to his life while he hasn’t yet been diagnosed with one.
That is to run and spread joy around the cosmos, until the time someone who can continue your legacy comes to you.
A gentle shimmer came overflowing from Haru, he couldn’t accept the fact that Ikeya would fade away from his life, until he heard Ikeya mutter his last word.
Haru is like the sun, while Ikeya is a comet. He may have wandered the cosmos all alone from the dawn of time, but once he has taken an interest in the Sun…
He would spin around his newfound family, each revolution bringing him closer to the Sun until one day, he couldn’t keep up the pace and…
The Comet would fall into the Sun. |
The air above the city is frigid and thick. Streets sprawl like splitting rivers beneath Kasumi’s feet, and sometimes the wind rakes through her hair far too forcefully, but even though she is this high above the world, she does not tremble, does not falter. The winds are her friend, the empty air her sole confidant; wherever she moves, a thin sheen of it trails after her, a second shadow after her own heart.
With her legs dangling over the edge of the tower, she waits. Somewhere in downtown, a balloon wafts like smoke from the streets, followed by the screech of a wailing child. Kasumi watches the balloon—blood red in colour—and mutters something scathing under her breath before bracing her hands against the concrete.
She leaps from the tower, and for a brief moment, she is flying.
For a brief moment, she could be air.
Her fingers slip around the balloon’s tether. The winds rush to meet her descent, a cocoon of biting ice and cotton. She lands on the pavement softly, her eyes fixed on the child, her lips curved into a gentle smile. The balloon bobs slightly, invitingly.
It is only when the child does not raise her head to greet Kasumi does she realise that something is very, very wrong.
Instead of eyes, the child has a pair of glossy buttons, threaded tightly with grey string that penetrates the skin. Kasumi stares intently, studying the figure. The child—or rather the doll—is not alive. It remains still, unmoving, and repeats cries of help as though it is automated.
A new voice erupts from the child; quiet, but perceivable. It is baritone in its pitch, as if spoken by an adult.
Kasumi’s immediate reaction is to scout her surroundings. And upon gazing upwards, she sees it: a figure, stuck to the interior of the balloon, watching, fingers interwoven in intricate signage, an ancient threnody to the gods—
Kasumi does not wait to act. She flares a wad of air from her feet, propelling her far into the skyline and onto a nearby rooftop. Her landing is awkward, and she is sure that her heel will be bruised tomorrow—but for now, she searches through the crowds for the balloon.
It is no longer there.
When Kasumi glances back up, she sees that the balloon is floating in front of her now, close enough to reflect her visage on its shiny skin. And beyond that reflection, the woman in the balloon twists a wicked grin.
Then—scalding white light.
As her vision teeters back into focus, Kasumi is faintly aware of the presence of fire—a second later, and her worst fears are confirmed. The woman from the balloon now hovers before her at full size, her body wreathed in silver flames, her hands closed daintily around a folded parasol. Kasumi can feel their heat from her vantage point; it is not a comfortable feeling.
She sighs. A heaviness weighs down on her body. For a second, she imagines her own body alight with flames, but catches herself and dismisses the thought. She stands motionless, her right arm frozen taut.
Unaware of her enemy’s capabilities, Kasumi bides her time. Her eyes trace the ash-covered fingers of the woman before her, watching for any semblance of movement. The air is paper thin; any movement would shatter the tension in a moment.
The magician’s hand twitches.
Quick to the draw, Kasumi swings her arm forward. Something in the air cracks, wavers like sunlit oil; a crescent of vacuumized air shuttles through the sky, sharp enough to slice steel. It is not meant to kill, only maim, but the magician only steps forward as though she is ascending a flight of stairs. She is untouched—and smirking.
Kasumi grimaces.
She whirls and sends her power whipping forward again. Her enemy is there for a second; then her form smudges into the sky. When she reappears—a bit further from Kasumi now, still smiling—she is once again unharmed. The woman unfolds her parasol and extends an arm. Beckoning. Closer.
With the winds rushing at Kasumi’s back, she takes a running start and leaps off the edge of the building.
The woman, in the meantime, performs several more gestures. And while Kasumi prepares to deflect any incoming attack, what she sees instead disarms her. A ruler materializes in the woman’s hands, and as though it is a blade, she thrusts it towards Kasumi. Her left-hand cycles through gestures—Kasumi recognises these as numbers instead of magical signage.
On the woman’s face is a wretched smile, and on her mouth is the silent whisper of a number. And though Kasumi is uncertain of precisely what these numbers entail, the woman’s eyes speak for themselves.
No hesitation—Kasumi sends herself hurtling forward with a quick burst of air. Her body screams at her as she passes five meters in half a second, then ten meters in one.
But even a second proves to be too long. Within the span of that time frame alone, the woman's hands intertwine, completing yet another series of gnarled gestures.
White glyphs, luminescent as molten metal, curl at the woman’s throat; shortly after, an exhale. The fire-wreathed woman sends out a gust of wind from her mouth, sending both Kasumi and her wind blade back.
Her muscles tense, and her jaw tightens involuntarily, but nothing can prepare her for the pain of her own petard. Her vacuum blade slices deeply into her bicep. She makes an effort to stabilize herself, but she is a puppet left wavering in the air, guided by wires of wind and sent flying of its own accord.
In the end, she is thrown back onto the rooftop. Her shoulder collides with hard asphalt, then cold glass, then frayed carpet. When she twists to roll, some of the broken glass cuts into her skin. In the air, the woman continues her strange dance. Kasumi observes for a brief moment, catching a glimpse of the gestures used, and rushes through the nearest door shoulder-first.
She is greeted with a flight of coiling stairs.
With the wind at her back, she hurtles down like a bullet without its barrel. She stops on the second floor, peers outside, then opens, enters, and shuts a door as quietly as she can. She is shocked to see a dimly lit room instead.
At this hour, daylight should still be visible, and yet through the black-tinted windows, Kasumi sees only faint slivers of light. There are workbenches, tools, and mannequins; that much is evident, though minute details are lost on her as her eyes try and fail to adjust to the dark.
Her thoughts begin to gather. She mulls over a plan, resting pride in her analytical prowess. Thoughts of the woman’s abilities come to mind, and Kasumi ponders over any way to exploit them. She is lost in contemplation against a wall, when a sound disturbs her—when she turns her head towards it, she does not see a wall or a closet or an empty space but an ensemble of mannequins instead. She draws her hand whip-fast, and the mannequin at the front falters, then falls apart cleanly.
The tentative grate of wood emerges. Kasumi makes out six mannequins shifting in the dark. As she prepares for her attack, however, Kasumi spots a figure, just shy of a wall, preparing another spell.
This time, she smiles. The signs have become routine. Kasumi engages her full focus, and though she is not fully confident, she nevertheless bets it on her ability.
The next instant, all that is around her are submerged in brilliant silver flames. Burning for three seconds, the once mobilised mannequins are scorched black, and Kasumi herself is gone.
The woman struts onward. Clearly pleased, she smiles at her own prowess, perhaps wondering if her fires were really that powerful. Humming a soft lullaby, the woman playfully inspects her work and looks down at her creation.
There, from within the crevice of stacked mannequins, appears a hand. Uncharred and only slightly burnt. And on its surface, a thin but visible layer of air. Almost like armour.
The wind trails her like a second shadow after her own heart. Her sole confidant.
For one ingrained in magic and the other scientific virtue, this outcome could only be fate. Kasumi follows with a swift draw of her vacuum blade. The attack, faster than the woman can possibly react, whistles through the air and sinks into her neck. The magician’s body wavers for a split second, still standing—
—then crumples to the ground with a thud.
Kasumi glances down at the now toppled body of her enemy, sighs, and stands with triumph.
She makes her way to the outer rim of the room, dusting off any remains of ash. While in the process, she stops after just two paces and sighs again. Behind her, a meter away, rises the woman again, wobbling on her legs like a threadbare scarecrow—a headless abomination spurred by magic. In its bloodied hand is a palmful of dull flame and a shard of wood that has long since splintered into debris.
Kasumi says nothing, keeping her right arm ready; she anticipates. As long as she is alive, she believes herself to surpass her enemy in close range.
The woman lunges. Kasumi’s lips curl into a smile. She retaliates, sending a clean graceful blow to their hand, cutting it clean off. The woman follows with a futile thrust of her other arm. That, too, is cut clean off. Then a right leg. Then a left. In the end, the result is the same. All that can constitute a limb are removed, dissected with perfect precision.
By the end, all that is left is a torso, a wretched husk of a human.
Only then, does Kasumi commence her final farewell, sending a blade strong enough to send the woman out the window. And with it, a calling card, a demonstration of the consequences of opposing her. |
From the high resolution dot matrix display, we eagerly waited for a change of color. It’s a dark room full of tables and chairs centered around a large display output, it is as if we were watching a movie in a cinema but it isn’t, it’s more like an opera.
In a flash, the display changed its color from red to white where it slowly dimmed. One by one, each dot column started to be filled with a dark, almost black shade of blue occasionally with white dots splattered on the canvas.
And then, as the display started to be filled up- right in the end.
A singular light blue dot appears.
These are the images we received from our third Void Sailor as it passes through the ninth planet, a gentle reminder of how frail humanity truly is in the vast sea of cosmos. It has been quite a year since the last of our space probes had all left the earth's atmosphere. Powered by a solar sail, they are set adrift to the great void of space in search of a place to call home.
Though we may have reached utopia, humanity still strived to expand to the great unknown, out of curiosity, out of wonder and out of our desire to explore the entire universe, a deadly sin we've all been inheriting since the dawn of time.
Like a strawberry dripped in chocolate sauce, a mass of land acts as an establishment of the human in the northern part of the planet. At the heart of that supermassive continent, a large glass dome with a diameter of 11 kilometers are showered in snowflakes as the end of the year closes in.
It's the earth's one and only energy faculty, consisting of two main sectors, distribution and production. Sourced from one output, the faculty distributed each and every nation on earth with clean energy.
Inside the faculty lies a box-shaped confinement in which it contains an unknown matter that are hidden from the public ears, it’s described as a source of an everlasting energy that has powered the whole world for the last hundred of decades called the Eternal Engine. It was this energy utopia that united the world, absent from any conflict, making it possible to create a sustainable civilization in the earth’s age of 1987.
On the east side of the glass dome, located at the city of Manchester, a Festival of Eternity are being held. It is filled with technology powered by the fragments of the Eternal Engine that are extracted from the confinement, as well as a new scientific discovery being presented.
It is called Aluminium! A metal that can be used in many forms of application because of its lightweightness and how easy it is to form it into the shape we desired!-
The radio suddenly cuts off.
“Ah! You kidding!- is it because of the antenna or something-” the boy hastily picked up the radio and wiggled the antenna around with his right hand.
A yellow grainy surface stretches far as the eyes can see, it was swept away by the occasional wave of a blue liquid but it still remains. A bunch of wind turbines littered the seashores of Margo, a small fishing town made out of a bunch of scattered shipping containers that are located at the edge of the earth supercontinent.
“Runo!” a distant shouts rings his earlobe.
“Ah, it’s mom…” He turned his head to one of the containers and ran into it, leaving his radio behind.
He opened the door and revealed a small dining room complete with a beef stew that was emitting steam on top of the dining table.
“There you are” said his mom while she was cleaning a plate with a sponge.
“Ehehe, is it breakfast time already?”
“Why, of course” The two then sit on the chair, followed by a minute of silence as they are busy digesting their food.
…
“...it has been a while right?” The boy stopped for a moment and scratched his head.
“...” she pauses.
“Well…he is not going to be around us anymore though.” she averts her face slowly.
“Eh? What do you mean?” he tilted his head.
“He’s dead.” she said with a straight face while looking down at her food.
“Oh…is that so…” he then takes a bite and continues eating.
“...” she looks at his son with a blank stare.
“And on that note, we’ll be going to Manchester tomorrow night-”
“No way! Really!?” he jumped out of his chair.
“...o…of course!” she faintly smiled.
“Are we going to the Zenith too!?”
“Well, we’ll try to.”
“Ahahahaha! Yes! You know how long I have been waiting for this mom!? As a future scientist there’s just no way I wouldn't go there!”
“Yeah…of course, that’s why I surprised you with this!”
“Awesome!!!” His childhood memories started to fade away, leaving behind a blurry vision until the fog started to clear up.
…why am I starting to remember that time again?
There is not a lot to talk about during this trip besides the fact that we are not able to get past the Antarctic sea of ice before, but apparently with this specific ship I was onboard on was able to get through it.
This ship are powered by the Eternal Engine that are located on the lower deck which I currently have no access to yet. The icebreaker ships are what it’s called, are made of a thick steel painted in red and black, it’s a new innovation from Manchester and this is their first ever mission in ice breaking.
The reason I'm onboard the ship is the fact that one of my thesis was approved for further research, and that required me to investigate something taboo about our energy sources. Luckily, someone was crazy enough to fund me.
I was running through the box and found a sandy plastic bag containing something that I’m very familiar with. But before I could inspect it any further, someone knocked on my door.
“Yo, are you okay- oh, i’m sorry are you busy right now?” It was this blonde woman with green eyes wearing an orange jacket, Annie.
“Not quite, come on in”
“Appreciate it.” She was my professor during my time at Manchester University, i can say that we’re pretty close.
“You seemed to be very tired from all of that running!” she patted my shoulder while showing me a grin that I'm familiar with.
…is it because I haven't eaten yet or something?
“I guess so, I think I just dozed off too.”
“Aw, that’s too bad. So what do we have here?”
“The reason my thesis was accepted in the first place of course”
“Woah… there’s just no way- it really doesn’t turn on anymore! Hard to imagine that these are powered by the Eternal Engine for quite some time!”
“Of course, I would have never thought that my dad would have given me something that was very significant at the time.”
“Be sure to keep it…alright?”
“Will do, he’s the reason i’m here anyway.”
“To continue your dad’s legacy isn’t it?”
…
“To be honest, i’m not quite sure whether it’s on my own or his behalf…I never have actually has a good nor bad relationship with him”
“...why is that?”
“You know… all he did was to send me a letter, toys, souvenir and this radio was the last thing he gave to me.”
“...”
“Well, looking back at you being able to get this far makes me actually think that he’s a great scientist.”
“It’s too bad that he never actually came home though.”
“...he never did?”
“Not even a call, the first and the last time i have ever seen him was when he’s on a casket”
“How does he look?”
“...he had a smile on his face”
At the time in Manchester, my mother and I didn't actually cry, not a single tear dropped. And then here, I found myself coincidentally taking the topic he’s researching…so out of curiosity and the fact that I can't let my mother do all the hard work to feed me from selling fishes- I have come a long way.
“Well, I guess he’s glad that the radio has reached you, that’s the reason you’re able to make your mom happy right?”
“Huh?”
“I mean, if it’s not for that radio you're just going to be a Zenith errand boy right?”
“...I guess so.”
As we were walking down the hallway to get to the ship deck, we were greeted by a whiteout when we exited the ship. There was nothing to see except a bunch of snow falling from the sky. It's not a snowstorm though, it’s just white as far as the eye can see. Led by the head explorer, we marched through the snow accompanied by a rover that emits light powered by the eternal engine to open up a path for us to walk on.
As I was gazing through the white nights, I was wondering how our species survives without the eternal engine. Sure, there have been many energy sources, if only there were enough diesel or oil in this world, we would be able to bring it here. But the more alarming thing is that I was not expecting my answer to be answered in a matter of seconds.
The lights on the rover went out as a mysterious shockwave swept the entire electrical equipment off. And then there stood before us a dome structure similar to an Igloo. All of us froze as a wave of doubt started to fill the whole team, but we ultimately decided to not investigate further and set up a camp on the site.
Until there’s something that told me to gets inside by myself, not knowing what kind of danger is inside of the igloo-
I ran inside.
The next thing I know is that I found myself in a run down factory of some sort, almost all of the equipment, pipes- everything was corroded, it was nothing like our factory. I get up and walked around the factory looking around on every corner of the section until I discovered a door at the end of the factory.
I opened it without hesitation and there I found a lab far more advanced than us, almost all of the sensors and equipment are still active and there’s this person who is just standing in front of a super large TV or some sort? The weird thing is that he’s touching and swiping the TV and it moved?
“Quite an airhead aren’t you?”
“...!”
“One of the scientist i supposed?”
“Ah…yeah…what is this place anyway?”
“...that’s like…really direct with no hesitation at all, what’s with the hurry?”
“...nothing much, i’m just curious…”
…
“Follow me for a second” he waved his arm and the TV he has been working on for a while disappeared out of thin air.
“You…are not surprised by this?”
“I don’t know…I guess I haven't eaten for a while.”
“Ah, you really are an airhead, no wonder the defense system are not activated when you came here. I guess there’s no harm in answering some of that curiosity”
“So like…”
“Hmm…?”
“What are the Eternal Engine truly is?”
“...”
“...you came all the way just to ask for that?”
“The thing is…if it’s supposed to be eternal, then why have mine run out of power?” I showed him the radio and the charred eternal engine from twenty years ago.
“...” He paused for a second.
“...well, that’s arguably the oldest model that i have ever seen, want me to recharge it?”
“Huh…? Is that possible?”
…
“So…you came all the way here just to ask what are the thing that has been powering our planet for a while?”
“That’s all.”
“...this guy, are you not scared of me? Or even being inside a building that can crumbled at any given time?”
“Why should i? As long as i got my answer i will gladly do it.”
“We humans never actually changed at all huh? Tell me, what makes you do all of the effort to get into this mess?”
“...My father's death are caused by the same expedition i was taken to now and I want to make my mom happy, so she doesn’t need to sell fish again because of his passing.”
“But still...just what makes her weep every night and then? Even though i have worked hard and all, but yesterday when i was about to leave her…she didn’t”
“Why are you telling me all of this?”
“Because out of all the letter my dad sent to me, his last one told me to meet you if i want to found out about him, but first-”
“What is truly the essence of the Eternal Engine? I came from a poor country so i had no fucking idea, that’s why i was fascinated by it a long time ago. Until i found out they’re not even telling everyone that it was all just a black ball that vaporized water in a very efficient kind of way”
“Three words.”
Perfect Nuclear Fusion.
…
“...I…it’s basically a sun- you’re telling me that the sun also have the same reaction as this one!? And one of them just burns out where it should have taken millions of years!?!? How does it works!?-”
I hope you liked my last gift.
“...actually.”
“Why would he left me the radio?”
“...”
“He took a boat and started to row all the way to the mainland, it was his last request before he passed away because of the exhaustion”
“...He has no chance of telling everyone his research? And…chose me to do it instead…”
“...”
“He entrusted everything that he has done to me…”
“...If it hadn’t for him…We could have suffered and died out of poverty…?”
“...the world has continued to revolve around that.”
“Continuity.”
“For the last billion of years, before the Eternal Engine was created…the world went on war.”
“...never heard of that”
“Instead of focusing on developing a new energy sources, they started to compete against each other for territory and natural resources such as oil and gasses.”
“And by the time the war is over, the world had already been destroyed.”
“But if you do remember, the research are still under way.”
“...and”
“The Eternal Engine are the product of it”
“Well…that’s all, I'm glad that you’re able to- why are you crying?”
“...it’s nothing, i have just never thought of all this was his doing…all of that just to make me happy- yet he never told me about it.”
“...good for you.”
…
“Hey…”
“...?”
“Is he a good man?”
“...”
I bet that he will be ecstatic when he learns all of that! I’m just too old to process it you know?
“He is.’ |
At a far distance, a woman in a white hood was in the middle of a blizzard, she looked like she was looking for something.
She didn't show any expression, nor did she cover her face, she was willing to punish her face for no reason, "where is it?" she said frustrated, she looked at her map and there was a circle, and in that circle that resembled a village, she walked and walked until she came across a pillar that looked like it was about to fall on her but it didn't as it was ceased in thick ice.
She saw a language engraved on the pillar, a language she was familiar with, "If you must choose to follow then you know what the hollow." She didn't understand what it was saying and walked past it.
After reading what the engraving said, she began to see visions of a village, a village that looked happy.
The visions became more aggressive with each scraping step, using all her might to lift her leg, she slowly took to the ground face first with pain in her mind impaling the snow.
She looked at the ground and only saw snow or so she thought until she caught a glimpse of something in the corner of her eye, she placed her hand on the snow and moved it out of the way as she saw something that was lying under it, it was Ice but there was something or rather someone who was frozen in the ice.
The visions returned but more chaotic, they showed her the village facing a tsunami-like blizzard and the minute she knew, her eyes shrank and she fell face first on the snow.
She shivers not from ice but from fear, her tears immediately froze at the sense they appeared.
She stood up and looked around with a baffled look on her face as if she didn’t know who or where she was turning her head at every corner and touching every inch of her face, she looked down at the ice with the person with an even more shocked reaction than before then a knife fell out her sleeve, she began bashing the ice, trying to open it.
"Who are these? Why sit here in twilight?
Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows,
Drooping tongues from jays that slob their relish,
Baring teeth that leer like skulls' teeth wicked?
Stroke on stroke of pain,- but what slow panic,
Gouged these chasms round their fretted sockets?
Ever from their hair and through their hands' palms
Misery swelters. Surely we have perished
Sleeping, and walk hell; but who these hellish?
\-These are men whose minds the Dead have ravished.
The memory of fingers in their hair of murders,
Multitudinous murders they once witnessed.
Wading sloughs of flesh these helpless wanders,
Treading blood from lungs that had loved laughter.
Always they must see these things and hear them,
The batter of guns and shatter of flying muscles,
Carnage is incomparable, and humans squander
Rucked too thick for these men's extrication.
Therefore still their eyeballs shrink tormented
Back into their brains, because of their sense
Sunlight seems a blood-smear; night comes blood-black;
Dawn breaks open like a wound that bleeds afresh.
\-Thus their heads wear this hilarious, hideous,
The awful falseness of set-smiling corpses.
\-Thus their hands are plucking at each other;
Picking at the rope-knouts of their scourging;
Snatching after us who smote them, brother,
Pawing us who dealt them war and madness."
She stopped as her knife broke and the ice started to crack, she looked at her broken knife and her hands shivering and there she saw madness in herself.
The cracks became bigger before she could hear the sound in her mind, it grew louder and louder until a loud bang occurred.
She woke up in a fisherman's shack in the middle of nowhere, he stood up and went to check if she was fine to which she replied, "no I am not fine, I was never fine, I'll never be fine! Who am I? What am I? Do I even exist?"
She couldn't hear herself as she was acting insane, the fisherman looked at her and replied, "I don't know\... You tell me!" he handed her a compass and walked into the blizzard.
She looked at the compass and realized the fisherman left his map, she looked at the map and saw that he too was looking for the village as there was a circle to where the woman was before.
She knew it wasn't her’s as hers had a broken part of the map from the left, she returned to the shack to help her mind but doing so only left her blind.
She closed her eyes taking a deep breath to help clear her mind in any way but when she exhaled and opened them, she saw a village that was beaming a bright light, she exited the shack and ran to the beam.
It was like what her vision was, she found a village and there she saw villagers going about their daily lives, she didn't understand what was happening, she walked up to the village with the villagers looking at her with smiles.
But as she walked further, these smiles became painted smiles and they sent a negative impact on the hooded woman. She couldn't bear seeing their creepy smiles and she pulled out a pistol, she pointed at one of the painted-smiles kids but she drop the pistol realizing that she had done this before.
Her mind filled with amnesia and with a battle against her humanity, she began remembering the cruel things she had done to these villagers, the villagers turned to spirits and they swirled around the hooded woman aggressively, she looked at what they were doing and she thought she could see a tombstone.
It didn't have her name but rather, it was the names of those she had corrupted, their lives, the spirits stop and one approached her. "you won't get tired of dying will you?" the spirit said in a childish voice.
"Yes," she replied, the spirits flashed a bright baby blue light and everything went white.
At a far distance, a woman wearing a white hood in the middle of a blizzard, looked like she was looking for something or rather someone. She pulled out a wanted poster with the white hooded woman who had a bounty of $120,000 and her name was... "Ember the Twisted Soul."
Dead or Alive!
The end. |
Droplets of water fall from the ceiling onto the rough cell floor, like a lone stalagmite in a moist cavern. The cell is dark, filled with a deafening silence that’s broken up by the occasional droplet forming a puddle on the floor. And just like any cavern in a fantastical world like this, there lies a sleeping dragon. Lying there, tossing and turning on the small cell bed, is the Astomi man, Kyson Garret.
Kyson wakes up, his eyelids heavy from yet another restless sleep. The scent of stagnant air fills his head, causing him to feel lightheaded. It’s a common circumstance for any Astomi considering their keen sense of smell, but never ceases to be unpleasant. Then there’s his lack of a maw, which forbids him from protesting. Though even if he could speak, they would ignore him anyway.
He stares at the puddle, watching as each droplet forms another ripple. Kyson was a bodyguard, he believed he was keeping his client safe; that was his duty after all. But no, it turned out that the only one in danger was him.
The courts sentenced Kyson to death, a fate worthy of the crime he committed. He remembers the look of horror on his client's face as he was choking the man who assaulted her. That man was her husband, but he was also a CEO. When the police questioned her about what happened, she gave them the answer she knew they would believe. To them, the dead could do no wrong, especially when that dead man was a king.
In the country of Humanity, CEOs are considered untouchable, but he killed one. Even his own family wouldn’t take up for him, he committed regicide after all. He’d done something many considered an impossibility, and like any abnormality, they seek to snuff him out. To them he is a…
The metal door outside his cell creaks open, breaking his train of thought. He sits up from his bed, as the sound of heavy footsteps inch closer to his cell. His last visitor was his sister Sophia, but that was for her to say her final farewells.
A figure wearing a black cloak steps in front of his cell. Unable to see their face behind the shadowy hood, Kyson stands up to walk closer. However, the moment he does the person tosses a manila envelope through the bars of his cell. Kyson reaches down and picks it up, only to look up and realize that the person has disappeared.
Looking outside his cell, he notices that the door is still open. Scratching his head, Kyson decides to open the envelope anyway. Unraveling the small string on the envelope, he then pulls out a sheet of paper. It’s a letter addressed to him.
After a few moments of looking it over, his eyes widen. He shakes his head and rubs his eyes, unable to believe what he’s seeing. The document in his trembling hands seems to outline his freedom.
Kyson shakes his head wildly again; he just can’t believe it. He’d murdered a CEO, one of the most powerful people in Humanity. Kyson starts to think that this might be a trick, so he starts pacing the floor. Shortly after, he hears another set of footsteps coming towards his cell.
Seeing the blue uniform and brown boots, he realizes that it’s a prison officer. The officer looks him in the eyes, and starts shuffling with his keys. A feeling of relief washes over Kyson, as his path towards freedom opens up in front of him. He then realizes that there's another piece of paper in the envelope, so he reaches inside.
The second piece of paper is a lot more delicate and brittle than the last, like an ancient piece of parchment. As he carefully slips it out the envelope, he notices strange symbols written on it. Trying to comprehend it, he looks closer to see if he can recognize any of it, and he does. Though not in the way he expected.
Kyson falls to the ground shaking, causing the officer to start shouting in a panic. Kyson begins convulsing on the rough floor, his dark skin rubbing against it. His mind becomes jumbled with a collection of his own memories, along with his true feelings. Feelings he’d been holding back for his own sake, the sort of feelings that hurt.
Kyson was in love with Sophia, his client, but he knew that it would never happen. He was just her bodyguard after all, and romance wasn’t a part of his duties. Though the part that hurt him the most was that being an Astomi man, he could never properly express his love to her. It was like he was trapped in his own head, a coffin filled with unfulfilled desires.
Mind Coffin
The words springs forward in his mind as he hears the officer unlock his cell. He tries to shake Kyson out from staring blankly at the ceiling, but it’s no use. Kyson starts to feel a tingling in his fingers as the moment of the murder surfaces in his mind.
He can hear Sophia begging, pleading with him to let her husband go, but he couldn’t. No, in fact, he wouldn’t. For how powerful of a CEO he was, he’d taken too much for granted. He’d often flaunted his wealth proudly as if it were a divine providence, but that wasn't what Kyson despised about him. What angered Kyson was how someone who viewed himself as a god would often mistreat his elven goddess.
Unable to understand why a man with such a high status would do this, Kyson was eventually brought to the brink. He knew he was killing him, he was even aware of the consequences, but he didnt care. Looking into her husband's eyes as his life was slipping away, Kyson didn't see a CEO or a king; he saw a weak elven man. And this angered him even more, as those who reveled in his presence saw him as someone praiseworthy, so he did it. He became the…
Kingslayer
Kyson finally looks up at the officer, his mind clear. The look in the officer’s eyes is a mix of worry and fear. To the officer, a prisoner was about to die in front of him. Explaining to his superiors would have been messy. In reality, the true Kyson Garret had been born, commencing a Tale like no other. And his first target would be…
Mind Coffin
Kyson’s Instinct sparks to the forefront of his mind as he places both his index and middle finger on the nape of the officer's neck. A rusty nail emerges from both his fingers and pierces the officer's neck, causing his head to fall to the ground like a mannequin beheaded. Kyson looks down at the officer's head as he’s screaming, realizing that his new found Instinct can behead his target. He could have killed him, but his curiosity gets the better of him.
After reaching down to pick up the officer's head, he stares him in the eyes. The officer starts shouting for help, and even calls him a freak. Kyson starts to feel indignant, to be looked down upon by a human is something he never expected. It infuriates him.
Suddenly, Kyson starts to hear the officer's inner-thoughts. It turns out he regrets taking the night shift since he would rather be home with his wife and that he wishes he’d worked to become a doctor. To Kyson, these are trivial thoughts, but then he starts to wonder. Maybe he could dig further.
Staring deeper into the officer's eyes, Kyson starts rummaging around in the officer's mind, dredging up more of his memories. His most cherished ones, the awkward ones and even those filled with sorrow. All of them are at his fingertips but, unfortunately, this method comes at a cost.
The officer's eyes start rolling back, while the rest of his body falls to the ground like a sack of bricks. Not only did the flood of memories stop, but it’s clear that the officer is now dead. Kyson shrugs his shoulders; it was a shame, but at least now he’s a free man.
Walking out of his cell towards the metal door, Kyson starts to feel a second wind. He’s feeling better than ever, like the world around him is much clearer. Though there’s still one thing on his mind. All of this happened because he read what was in that envelope, but he still doesn't know who that person was. It’s then that he hears the clicking of more footsteps.
Considering the officer made so much noise, it could be another one. The thought of them taking away his freedom once again causes his heart to race. Kyson’s next visitor approaches the metal door, and this time it’s a brown-haired Elven man wearing a black suit and tie. Seeing as both his hands are in his pockets, it’s clear this man is confident.
Glancing at the ID tag on his left breast pocket, the name on it reads “Jonathan Peak.” Kyson doesn’t recognize his name or face, but it’s apparent from his approach that he knows Kyson. And the more they look at each other, the more he reminds Kyson of that CEO. Kyson wants to get rid of him.
Breathing heavily, his heart starts racing. Jonathan’s approach is bold, but to Kyson he looks like an ordinary elf. He’ll take him out just like he did that CEO, and it’ll be far simpler with his Instinct. Kyson runs down the hall towards him, while Jonathan raises his right hand. Not seeing this as a sign to stop, Kyson runs to Jonathan’s side and glances at the nape of his neck out of the corner of his eye.
Raising his fingers towards his neck, the feeling of bloodlust rushes to Kyson’s head. Not only is he now a free man, but his Instinct is so inconspicuous that his targets don't even realize what’s about to happen to them. Then Jonathan places his hand on his shoulder.
Flow…
Hearing that word leave Jonathan's mouth with such serenity as his body melts away, Kyson realizes why Jonathan didn’t look worried. Not only was he aware of his Instinct, but he also had one of his own. And considering his entire body is turning into water, Kyson lost this battle of Instincts with a splash. |
Today though, I walked 10 minutes to school and see more people than usual. I guess there are more people that applied to this school. I just walk past everyone and head to the library to read psychology and manga books. I'm a big fan of manga. It's more like light novels are my favorite. It has little pictures but mostly words. I walk inside and there are only a few in there. It's not a surprise when most of the schools are a bunch of idiotic morons who want to have fun. There's nothing wrong with it but having too much fun can be a bad thing.
Anyway, I wanted to do something a little different today. I usually don't do this but I read that you should read the room more. You look around the room and see what others are doing. I took this and decided to try it for myself. I saw a boy on the computer panicking. I can tell off the bat that he was panicking to finish his summer homework. He had his summer homework open and typed on the keyword quickly and loudly. He had loads of paper spread around his work area. People like him are strange and procrastinate quite a lot.
The next person was a girl who had glasses that were honestly good-looking but probably an idiot. People like her wear glasses to mock other people that wear glasses and think that they are smart even though they aren't. I could be wrong since that person was concealing her intentions. She saw me somehow and started walking over to the table that I was sitting at. She proceeded to put her backpack down and sat down. She stared straight at me. I was calm but for some reason on the inside, I felt pretty scared.
"Um, Can I help you? I said.
"Well, I saw that you were staring at me. What was that for?
"I'm just looking around. Don't see why not."
"It just looks creepy! Perv!"
"Yeah no. You thought wrong. Just leave."
The girl left and made a sour look at me. I really didn't know what to do with that so I looked away from her and went back to my book. That girl was a complete dumbass. It was though almost time to go to class. It started at 8:00 and it said that I have AP English first.
I get my stuff but then, this girl that's about 5 foot 4 inches, good looking, and was behind me. She taps behind me and I kinda get jumpy and it's the most popular girl in our grade.
This is Jeslyn Cruz. She's the most popular person in our grade and knows everyone's name. She even knew me. I knew obviously because I study people's names. I was quite surprised for Jeslyn to know someone that tends to be alone all the time.
Normally this is something that would never happen to a nerd, introverted, or unpopular person. This though was a different story, She actually likes connecting with others. I will admit that I have worked in groups with her a few times. It's not like I never talked to a human or avoid human interaction. I just was treated badly in the past so I have this weird perception of people. Self-Improvement kicks in.
You could say that I'm someone who can't trust others.
Anyway, she had a question to ask.
"Why are always so alone? Like no one comes over to you and I kinda feel bad."
"You don't need to feel bad for me. It's not like I care if I'm alone or not. I move forward in life and things happen."
"Look. I have a weird proposition for you. I would like to work with you."
"You see, I don't need friends at the moment but I'm working on it."
"But you will be alone for the next two years."
"Well look, I would want to but maybe next time."
She walks away and says that she will come back later. I wasn't exactly sure when that would be. Whenever that is, I will do something with it.
I walk to my first-period class and sit in the front next to the window. Everyone starts to sit down in their seats but next to me, there she is. It's Jeslyn again. I guess she's in the same class as I am. I don't know what to feel so I looked towards the window.
I can say that you can see a lot when looking out in the window. You can see the leaves blowing, the students rushing to class or bullying.
Class started and the teacher came in and everyone stopped talking. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The teacher looked around and yelled GOOD MORNING to everyone. The class responded back and class started.
I could already tell that this teacher was going to be the type that was very passionate. She seemed interesting. This is already an exciting start to the day. Jeslyn tapped on the shoulder and asked if I wanted a piece of gum. I politely declined. I'm someone who didn't want to get in trouble or attract attention.
The teacher quickly saw Jeslyn and took her gum away. The teacher Ms. Andrews got mad at her and told her to go outside in the hallway for a little. Jeslyn gave a dirty look and left. The teacher did the usual things like roll call, talking, and explaining the class. Lastly, we had to do introductions.
Don't you have that feeling when having to do introductions and you feel dead inside?
Ms. Andrews was about to start but that was when another teacher came into the room and held Jeslyn by the arms. She had cuts and blood on her face. Everyone got shocked and asked what happened.
I knew everything that happened though. I could hear most of it. I'm not entirely sure what really happened but I will try to explain to you. When Jeslyn went to the hallway, she actually went outside and got into a fight with a girl in another class. Jeslyn went far and took a knife out of her pocket and was about to stab this kid. The teacher saw her and held both of them and the other class girl went to the office and Jeslyn came back here.
Jeslyn was upset that she was going to be suspended but she ended up finding out that I was watching the whole fight so she went far and decided to run to my seat and punch me in the face. I stopped the punch and kicked her to the ground. Some police officers then came over and pinned her to the ground and put handcuffs on her.
This went from good to bad.
Jeslyn was taken out of the room and class continued. Everyone in the room was terrified of what just happened.
I would like to say that I'm calm on the outside. I decided to continue looking out into the window. If I have to be honest, I was pretty scared inside. Imagine what happened if I didn't stop that punch.
We were on introductions and it going by seat order so that means that I go first.
"Hello everyone. My name is Jalen and I'm excited about the school year and hoping to make connections with everyone."
I sat down and people started whispering to others about the making connections part. People believed that I was crazy. I heard things like
"He never will make a friend."
"He's a complete idiot."
"I hope he's joking."
"What made him change his mind?"
"I think I would like to be his friend."
Those were examples of what they said. Everyone went through their introductions and the class was almost over.
Minutes later though, the school principal got on the loudspeaker and said that everyone is excused from school for the day. This was by no surprise at all. Everyone was happy but it was early in the day so most were probably going to stay until lunchtime.
I quickly got out of my seat and went home.
I walk home and saw no one home so I just went to my room, called my parents, and studied for the rest of the day.
That went from an interesting school day to terrifying. Just imagine what Jeslyn is really capable of.
TO BE CONTINUED |
Hi! I must introduce myself for this story. The name's Jalen Bernard. I'm 16 years old high school junior and I want to make connections. I will be the narrator of this story and I hope the ride is smooth. This is going to be strange to you but I have had severe bullying in my day. From being hit, punched, and thrown to people throwing food. I have experienced it all.
It's not that I have no social skills. I was just some shy antisocial sociopath. I always had straight A's, had a supportive family, went outside, had great mental health, and was independent and entertained. What else could I ask for? NOTHING REALLY.
Maybe if I was to be taken seriously. You think I'm some attention-seeker. I want to see what it's like to have a friend. Someone who can listen to my problems. Someone other than my parents. I just want it to be some experiment. Where could it take me?
Someone like me couldn't make friends. What do I have to do to achieve this? I want a new change. I could just prepare for college and make an ally or be alone for the rest of my life. Maybe even that thing called love?
I hate people. It's not in a dumb way. I hate our society and generation of children. They aren't taken seriously, people are complete idiots, and can't answer the basics of life. What are we to be granted? It can be that I just have trust issues and I misinterpreted myself.
Maybe it's the life that I chose. Being alone, being the nerd, reading, getting ahead of everyone. That's probably what people don't want. I didn't really like the attention but I don't really mind it either.
In my school life, Neglect would the perfect word to describe it. Always being the nerd, the smartest in class, and happy.
When it came to my peers, that was a different story. It was more like the opposite. People didn't perceive me that way and would pick on me for how I acted.
Instead of praising me and congratulating me for my success, it was instead:
"How can a black kid like you do it?"
"He needs no help."
"I mean it's expected"
"He reads all the time so that's the result"
"Who could take him seriously."
At this point, I could care less. Why make friends?
I was a very shy and timid person. I hated people with a passion. I wasn't able to look at people right. Normally, introverted people are looked at as weird and shy. Others believed that introverted people aren't able to talk or can't or just like being alone. They just leave them alone. This makes it so I'm some outcast to them.
In my case, I was just picked on so much. I never knew why I was bullied a lot and expelled twice. It must have been my hatred of people and that when people picked on me, I either yell at them or fight them. I didn't know what to do so I did whatever. I did try to protect myself by using violence and not with words.
People for me are just a weird sight. I can talk to young kids and help them or talk to adults, but when it's with people that are the same age as me, just irritate me. I can work with them but when having to sit down and have small talk, It sucks because you don't share the same interests as them or watch the same shows or read the same books. These are simple examples of why I just could get along with anyone and why I have no friends.
When I was young, I had a huge problem and just tried hard to make friends but as I got older and went to high school, I just didn't bother looking at people or even trying to fit in with others because they don't matter.
For this school year, I want to make the goal that I should make at least a few friends that I can connect with. It can be as simple as just having small talk or asking for homework. It can start with simple things like that. It's a weird ambition but It's going to be a fun ride with this being super easy and hard.
For me at least, I almost always had straight A's or just one B+. Because me being introverted and do not talk with people, I connected with teachers a lot and got very good grades. My parents were always proud and I lived a simple and straightforward life. It's not anything special.
I just tried to focus on myself and no one wasn't going to care. People are too worried about themselves or others. A bunch of selfish people they are. A bunch of self-glory-hogging people. There's nothing wrong but it's just strange to me
I want to find out what it takes and how it feels to have friends.
Since the first day of school is the next day, I will make this short.
A few friends that I could connect and that's all. I want to see what making connections is like after having no friends and very few social interactions with students. |