《Firstkind》
Prologue – Rak: “Counting The Days of Living”
Give me a second, will ya sir? Rak groaned as he struggled to zip his pants up and paced through the darkening frozen road.
Pissing on the roadside? Doubtful even the most savage of humans would do so. With a lantern in hand, illuminating their path, Franz lightly mocked the junior ecliant first time conducting a night watch.
Despite his provocation, Rak knew better than to fairly rebut. Franz, or Seven-Nine-Two as per his serial-name, was a seasoned watchdroid, with forty years of experience and double was his age. He would occasionally tell stories of his triumphant battles against the vile human barbarians across the Wasteland when he was once a proud Sentinel. Of how he would keep the unruly humans in Screwpile in line, to not oppose the Centum Order. His tall tales would increase in grandeur alongside the wines he drank at the watchtower. In comparison, Rak was merely a youngling of an ecliant.
Rak released a long sigh, signalling his silent defeat, his breath turned to icy smoke that spread into the night air. The road the watchdroids trailed on was slippery and battered under the winter sky, the Iron Trail was its name, and its limbs stretched across every major city in the nation of Xearth. No matter how many times Rak has traversed this stony road, it would always leave him in awe.
Am I so dreadfully dull, that you would rather stare at frozen rubbles? the senior ecliant asked jestingly.
Hearing the remark promptly burst Rak out of his daze and he shakenly faced his superior. Im so sorry, sir! That wasnt my intention. The boy pressed his shivering and reddened palms together and bowed profusely.
No lies needed, kid. Youre offending nobody. The elder said. Truth be told, Ill be more shocked if you had managed to find any good in this forsaken night. The old man patted the young lads quivering shoulder. Now cmon. Lets head back to the watchtower. Ill receive an earful from those stuck-up pricks up in Sentry if I were to let new recruits die from frostbites and boredom.
With their task completed, the two then gradually trod down the road. Silver ornaments and green three-pointed star badges equipped on their azure uniforms clashed and rang in the midst of the silent night. Their sheathed iron swords lightly bobbed side-to-side from their waist with every passing step, while their old wooden bows crackled along to the sound of their frozen boots.
Aside from the noises of snowdrops and their own making, nothing else discernible was caught by the glazes of Rak. No ecliants. No animals. No humans, thought Rak as he shook his lantern side-to-side.
You wont be finding anything lurking about at this time of night, kid. Not under this snowstorm. The watchtower captain commented on Raks futile act.
It still doesnt hurt to try murmured Rak as he seemingly ignored Franzs remark, his attention, instead, still beaming towards the darkest corners of the road.
Franz released a light but oddly relieved sigh. I dont think Ive ever asked you, but why did you become a watchdroid with old wares like me? Nowadays, young men like you ought to strive for cushy warm jobs up in Sentry, or seek to further sharpen your mind in Harford, no? he asked out of curiosity, and to lighten the tense and awkward atmosphere.
Frankly, too expensive for ecliants like myself up there. This would have to do, Rak bluntly said.
Well, you say that, but your actions just now dont seem like theyd come from someone doing a job out of lack of better options.
Rak didnt answer his superior. His watch remained sharp, albeit now porting a gauche grimace.
Seeing his junior so serious, Franz kept teasing him. Did a human hide in your closet at night? They eat the bread in your pantry? Kidnapped your brothers and sisters?
No. No, they did not. The boy again dismissed his superiors attempt at a joke by bluntly answering.
Having been dismissed twice now by his junior, Franz abandoned his jovial attitude. Relax, boy. No sane humans would dare step one foot out at midnight, let alone such a freezing one, lest they fancy encountering the Sentinels. Icy smokes released with each passing breath, masking themselves with the dropping snows, while he rubbed his reddened hands together to warm himself up. Hell, even I dont want to run into them nowadays.
As you said, only sane humans, Rak grunted. Youre giving those savages far too many credits. Now where are you hiding you vermin, he murmured to himself, making sure his senior wouldnt hear his vulgar choice of words.
Your disdain towards humans never ceases to astound me. Even I feel a slight bit of pity for them. Franz sighed.
What? A baffled Rak with bewildered pupils finally tilted his sight towards Franz, however, his attitude no longer matched that of a junior and his senior. What are you suggesting? he gradually paced towards Franz, in a manner unbefitting of a lower-ranked watchdroid. As a longstanding officer, I expected your conviction to far surpass mine. He now faced Franz neck to neck, and while Franz was slightly taller and bigger, Raks composure was unwavering as their sights clashed. Perhaps youd receive words from Sentry after all, only for different reasons.
A moment of silence happened, where the only sound to be found was the haunting gale traversing the night while ghostly snows fell, obscuring any natural beauty to be found.
Franz was the first to break the silence. He revealed an irate and seemingly disappointed visage, Rak had never seen Franz ported such a serious expression with his eyes glared and face straightened. Proceed with your scout. We return in ten.
His deep and sombre voice in the midst of the deafening silence managed to return the wit to Rak as he nervously nodded to Franz and trotted off, all while trembling in coldness and fear.
With his superiors affirmation, Rak walked off the smooth stone road, and into the field embracing its left, whilst his partner walked the opposite.
Even in the dead of night, small and battered wooden shacks could be spotted spreading sporadically, and within them, dimmed humanoid silhouettes could be noticed from their lit windows.
Five humans were eating. Four humans were seemingly arguing. Three humans were engaging in acts of debauchery. Two humans were seemingly attacking each other with kitchen knives. One human was hanging mid-air, with a rope hugging their neck. How filthy, Rak whispered upon closely observing the shacks, his eyes remained fixated and mind mesmerised, nonetheless.
Rak satisfyingly took in a lungful of freezing air, before he diverted his gaze and turned over.
What?
From the depth of night, a sharp bolt of gale beamed nigh-pass his cheek. His legs were jellied, and sweat began to drip despite the cold. Was that an arrow? Rak frantically thought.
Dishevelled and snivelling, his limbs shivering and nose running like a pup in the snow, he stumbly unsheathed his sword. Whos out there? he shouted while aimlessly flailing his light in one hand and his sword in the other. Come out now under the order of the Centum! he clumsily repeated the warning.
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Light footsteps ahead of Rak could be heard padding on the snow, and as the sound of the encroaching march over snow loudens, a dimmed humanoid figure gradually revealed itself and embraced the lights grace.
With his hands firmly gripped on the hilt until his nails pierced through his glove and into his palm, he pointed the sword forward. His teeth gritted and his breath shallowed, the sound of his pacing heartbeat clouded his ears and mind. With what little courage he had left, Rak blindly charged forward.
Put the damn sword down, boy.
It was a familiar ragged deep voice. Rak dimly opened his eyes and squinted while lifting his lantern, slowly revealing a visage of Franz porting his bow on his left while dragging a limp corpse on his right. He could feel his stomach churning, while his visage irked at the sight of the corpse painting the sleet velvet with each passing drag. The arrow lodged in his skull snapped, with one half trapped in the snow pile. He wore no more than a tattered winter coat, with an orange rag tied around his neck.
Thief? Rak asked while avoiding the sight and resisting the urge to gag.
Could be Franz released the corpse. But slightly too skilful for your average thief. Either a bowman gone daft or a rebel. The senior officer knelt and inspected the corpse with his lantern, a prospect which Rak found foreign and irksome. Its a human so it cant be the Automaton, Franz murmured. Ginger band I wager on the Firstkind then. The elder sighed as he lifted himself and patted the snow off his garment.
They still exist? I havent heard about them in years.
Evidently so, Franz pointed at the corpse, and no doubt more are to come. The old man took in a deep lungful of the frozen air and then meticulously checked his gears, the following of which Rak promptly imitated. Alright, lets head back before either the rebels or the hail kill us, Franz said with a firm tone. Arms and light check?
Yes, everything seems fine. Rak awkwardly answered. Look, about earlier. Im sorrC
Save it for after, kid. Franz interrupted, which slightly startled Rak as he braced himself for the admonishment. Ill make sure you scrub enough privies until the thought of raising your voice against me wont ever cross your mind again, Franz said with his usual light-hearted and joking tone, which this time brought a slight reassuring smile to Rak.
Now, on with your light and lets gC
A thunderous sound followed suit with immediate darkness surrounding Franz.
What was that? Rak shook his head violently. The sound was nothing like Rak had ever heard before. The noise rang through his ears like colliding pillars of steel and dazed his mind.
Hand me your lantern! Franzs shout was hard to discern, but as the deafening sound began to dwindle, Rak tossed his lantern to Franz. Whos out there? By the order of the Centum, lay down your arms! Franz warned the hidden attacker.
No soul responded. No arms dropped. No body revealed, despite every man and woman on Xearth knowing the consequences of defying the Centum Order.
As Franz repeated his warning and unsheathed his sword, Rak noticed Franzs lantern lying buried in the snow. The lamp was shattered, and its shards and oil scattered everywhere. What monstrosity could have done something like this? As Rak knelt and rummaged through the broken lamp, he found a small bead lodged within the remains. It reminded him of odd-shaped stones he would collect near riverbanks as a child. This stone made of lead was one he had never found in his life.
Rak, a whisper broke Rak out of his trance and back into the dire situation. Get back to base now.
Bewildered at such an absurd request from his partner, Rak violently shook his head. Im not leavC
This isnt up for debate. I command you to return to base and report an attack, Franz swallowed his breath, committed by an unknown rebel group, presumably Firstkind, using unknown weaponry. He resolutely commanded Rak.
The prospect of leaving his peer behind was foreign to Rak, so was fleeing from detestable enemies. His head burned with anger, but his palm sweated with fear. He glared at Franz, disapproving of the plan, but his body wouldnt stop shivering as he did.
Youre brave, Rak, a gentle tone from Franz, once more, broke Rak free from his dread, but your bravery is neednt here. Now go and make a name for yourself. Franz commanded.
This was the first time someone had ever put that much faith in him. His heart began to pump, his fists tightened, and his teeth clenched.
As Rak turned around and readied to make his escape, he caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure gradually walking out of the nights shade and face forward Franzs light.
A figure revealed itself, coated in a thick winter cloak dyed white with snow, with a ginger cloth tied around their arm C though the ferocious hail made it hard for Raks eyes to discern the embroidered emblem. Rak knew the urgency of his duty, but for a moment, his eyes were captured by the assailer. A woman of auburn skin distinguished herself from the falling flakes. Her one eye of gold, another patched with dark leather, both hidden under her long murky hair and only revealing themselves when the wind blew. Her haunting beauty in the dead of night reminded Rak of childhood stories about winter witches that charmed young men and women alike.
She was not the witch he knew of. She held no potions and rode no broomstick, and the mystical trinket she was pointing at Franz was no wand.
From his eyes alone, Rak noticed the trinket was made of steel, with a red downright grip for her to wield and a thin pipe stretching flat. Without the tube, it would be no bigger than her own hand. The relic smelt of a charred but also pungent wax candle at its last spark. As he further fixated on this unknown item, he noticed a cylinder with several holes around its circumference, each holding the same stone that shattered Franzs lantern. It was hard to discern it amongst the snowstorm, but Rak was sure that along its steel body lay carved several numbers and the name C Terra.
Be careful, sir. Rak pointed at the unknown device. Im not sure what they are but dodge those stones at all costs, Rak warned Franz of his revelation.
The old man smirked and nodded.
In the count of nine, lay down your arms and lay flat on the ground! Franz pointed his sword towards the woman.
One would do, she whispered beneath her frozen breath. Her light words masked along the haunting gale before reaching Raks ears.
He did not understand the meaning behind her words, and he did not have the time to ponder over them, as he heard Franz begin to count.
Nine. This mission entrusted to him by Franz would be his most important. Sweat trickled down his forehead, as he shuddered to think of the responsibility imposed upon him.
Eight. He gripped his sword tightly. The memory of martial training coursed his mind as he readied himself. He had never been good at wielding a blade, but his record on the running track was unmatched by his peers.
Seven. Thoughts of staying with Franz crossed his mind. He wanted to prove and forge his bravery and loyalty to the Centum Order, despite his legs wavering and his breathing uneven.
Six. This mission was entrusted to him, he could not refuse, and he could not fail. He wiped his sweat away, as he discarded the thought of disappointing more people C hed shoulder the fault if it was needed.
Five. As the thought of staying surfaced, so did the thought of forsaking Franz and bargaining for his own life C for he still had so much to live for. He violently shook his head.
Four. He leered forward, but the woman remained still, her hand unmoved, her expression dull akin to a doll.
Three. He took a deep lungful of the frozen air, as he stilled his heart and muster every bit of his strength.
Two. Memories of his family evoked, warming his body, and instilling him with hope in this desperate mission.
One. As Franz shouted out the final count, Rak planted his boots into the snow and bolted off C leaving behind the shadows to be consumed by night and hail. In the end, nature reclaimed all.
Rak ran. The snow buried his feet with each passing step, seemingly preventing him from retreating C but he didnt stop. He huffed and puffed. Gale entered his lungs, leaving a scorching feeling despite the cold air. His eyes were aimless, and his body went numb from the cold, but though he could no longer feel his hands or feet, his mind wouldnt let him stop. He couldnt look back, nor would he.
The sound of thunder descended behind him. Steels clashing and rapid squirming disturbed the tranquil peace of the moonless night C and the peace of Raks mind. The scent of smoke. The scent of fire, but Rak was sure there was no fire where that woman stood.
Rak kept running. He ran until he no longer knew how to breathe. The farther he ran, the lesser the sound of thunder strikes and swords parrying could be heard. The field of fire, he fled from C wondering where such a mighty blaze of flame could spring forth in such a cold empty night.
Rak couldnt tell how long he had run, or even where he was going.
Before long, as his legs turned jellied and he collapsed into the murky snow, his ears could no longer hear anything other than the wistful gale and approaching footsteps towards his rear. Stay away from me, Rak weakly murmured under his breath, as his eyes and mind were halfway slumbered.
Are you alright?
Rak tilted his frozen face over, to find a watchdroid badge in front of him, with the bearer kneeling next to him.
What happened out there? the watchdroid petulantly asked as he lightly lifted Rak up.
Raks eyelids could barely break free from the icy seals, he had no way to tell whether this watchdroid was an ally or a disguised enemy, but his limbs could no longer scour through the wasteland, and his mind could no longer guide him. With the last bit of his strength, he forcefully opened his frozen lips until it tore. Bring me to Sentry The world needs to learn Before it is too late
Chapter 1 – Evens: “Shackled By Steel, Shamed By Blood”
Only ten bronze arks? the young feisty lad shouted at the top of his lungs, as he tossed the ragged coin purse to the floor. Fifty was what we agreed on! I risked my life chasing off those filthy mets, only for these chump changes? he roughly gripped the collar of the old foreman.
The old man, with his frail arms, grabbed the rebelling mans hands and tossed them aside. I understand your grievances, Mr. Evens. The foreman gently fixed his muddled collar and gestured for the standby guards to return to their station. But please refrain from acting brutish in my office. Keep that manner on the field.
Evens raised his eyebrow upon hearing that, bewildered at such an absurd statement. The guildhouse was a dirty and decrepit shack among many in the Bottom Barrel, the vilest part of the vilest city, Screwpile. It was run by foreman Chin, a bitter and conceited old steelborn who pawned off jobs to desperate humans who couldnt refuse and worked them like slaves C this place deserved no respect from Evens.
You think you can do whatever you want to me just because youre half-steel? Evens questioned the steelborn C abominations birthed from the lust of ecliants imposed onto humans, Evens found scarce he loathed more than them. No matter how much ecliants and steelborns resembled humans in colours and creeds, no steel nor flesh could ever hope to judge Evens. His code would only permit him to be humble in the grace of God and nature unless money was at play.
Why not at all, Mr. Evens. Chin fixed his tie and dusted his shoulders. I treat you just as I treat everyone else. The subject of my birth does not play a part in my judgment.
Is that so? Evens scoffed as he waved his arms around and pointed at the litter of ecliants and steelborns downstairs. I sure dont see you acting this way with them.
Mr. Evens, please. The old steelborn gently sighed. I do not treat you like this because I think Im above you, youre simply below my expectations. He slicked back his hair, though they were short, thin, and pale.
What? a puzzled Evens asked, while scratching his curly black head.
Hearing Evenss response, the old man sighed once more as his eyes drooped, seemingly disappointed. Would you mind repeating to me the task that was handed to you? the old man enquired Evens as he caressed his goatee.
Chase away the meterases out West? What of it? an even more confused Evens answered.
Indeed. Chin ceased to pat his chin and took out a parchment lay in his drawer, before carefully gazing it. As youve put it and more, Mr. Evens. The assigner wished for the meterases who were terrorizing the outskirt of Screwpile to be driven off, and into the Junkwoods. He put aside the commission paper, and once again, lay his purple eyes onto Evens.
Which was what I did. A beyond perplexed Evens replied.
Precisely, but not quite. The old man crossed his legs as he leaned back on his chair. Of the meterases who were present, instead of driving them away, you, Mr. Evens, alongside the others whom weve entrusted this task to, have dispatched three of them. Upon hearing the foremans explanation, Evens discreetly gulped as sweats began to trickle. Or so my report said, did I happen to get any details incorrectly?
No. Evens lightly murmured. But what of it? Dead or not, those steel beasts are gone now.
The old steelborn rubbed his forehead before further sighing Mr. Evens. I am not the assigner, and neither are you. The moment you accept the task, you no longer question it, you simply do it. No matter how absurd.
Whoever the assigner is, they must have some screws loose to want to keep freaks like them alive. Evens scoffed and rolled his eyes.
Dont you yourself own one of those freaks? the foreman rebutted.
Evens quickly dropped his eyes and stared at the foreman Scrapper is different. Hes a good boy.
Of course, Mr. Evens. The foreman lightly scoffed before politely responding to Evens. Well, do you understand now why you are rewarded as such?
Evens slammed his hands on the foremans table, which prickled a slight glare from him. We may have messed up a little bit, but we still did most of the job right! Ten bronze arks are still too low, his patience was waning. Evens had never been a person who got aggravated easily for petty reasons, but Chin had always been one of the few who he could not stomach.
You still seem to fail to understand, Mr. Evens. There is no half-victory, either you did, or you didnt. If I was the assigner, you wouldnt be receiving even a penny from me. The old man responded. His tone seemingly broke from the usual false politeness. Well, regardless of your poor performance, the assigner was very kind to still reward you with a reasonable sum for your trouble. He readorned his fa?ade with a snobbish tone. Would you like to collect it now, Mr. Evens?
As much as he despised the old codger, not a single retort sprung to mind, as Evens irritatingly avoided his gaze. Fine. He murmured under his breath.
Excellent. We look forward to working with you again, Mr. Evens. With a joyful front, the foreman bowed and thanked Evens.
As if Id ever return to this shithole again. Evens cursed as he begrudgingly picked up the pouch of arks, spitting on the guilds floor as he did.
As Evens gripped the doorknob, he could have sworn he heard Chin smirking behind his back. He wanted to turn back, but he knew the consequences. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, all in silence, as he left Chins office.
Evens dragged himself across the old guildhouse. As he walked, he would eye battered and soiled humans and steelborns, sitting and sleeping on the floor, their bodies covered in dust and mud. He wished to scoff at the miserable lot, yet he could hardly laughed from ahigh his fantasy tower. His garment was bland and tattered from meterases claws, and his skin muddied and tanned, cloaking the countless scars he bore.
Evens kept walking on, and staring on. The people who were awake, their eyes protruded and aimless, reminding Evens of goldfish, while their body shivered despite being indoors. Some faces were recognizable, most were not. Evens stared at the soulless corpses, and he clicked his tongue. The sight was deplorable and irksome. Evens cringed from within, caring little for how humans are treated by ecliants.
Evens reached the staircase, and as he trotted down, he saw more of those ragged dolls buried themselves downstairs. They stared back at him this time. The dull brown, green, blue eyes of the humans, and the vivid red, silver, purple ones of the steelborns tracked Evenss movement as if he were a prey. Humans could not colour their eyes akin to an ecliant or a steelborn, Evens boring brown pupils were proof. With each step Evens took downward, more heads would tilt upward, quivering and moaning as they did, but he could tell that their gazes werent fixed towards him, but the coin pouch hanging on his waistband.
The cloth bag was ragged and ridden with tiny holes, barely small enough to keep the coins from slipping out. Evens unloosed the poorly tied knot and stared inside. These nonagonal pieces were covered with dirt and mud within its crevices, the bronze of the coins masked away the filth ever so slightly. What can I even do with ten bronzes? Evens dejectedly mused to himself.
As Evens was tranced in thoughts and wallowed in a slump, one of the many holes further tore, and with it, a coin fell out. The sight of the ark slipping away immediately caught Evenss attention, his trance snapped, and he reached his hand out for it. The coin slipped and ducked Evenss fingers as if it were alive. As the ark bounced from one stair to another, Evens sighed and stood still. The closer the coin reached the bottom, the more people stormed towards it, beating, and pushing each other aside for the bronze nonagon. Shit, Evens cussed as he rubbed his forehead.
Nine arks remained. Evens pondered what he could do with his remaining reward, as he hastily reached the guilds entrance, hiding the pouch under his shirt as he paced. He could still feel their gazes prowling his reward despite it being hidden.
Evens jolted the door open, and without a single look back, he left and slammed it shut. Evens could hear the noise of the wooden door crackling, and behind it, the moaning of beggars and thieves.
Evenss nose and eyes twitched as he stood in the entranceway. Instead of the stench of sweat and rotting corpses, his nose is greeted by the smell of mud and animal remains. The streets of the Bottom Barrel were dirty as always. Broken glasses and torn bags littered across the roads, with none to clean them. Shacks and taverns were small and crumbling, so people would sleep and drink outside on strangers porches. Even flags bearing the two-headed golden hound of Screwpile was not given enough respect to be hoisted up. The sight of people lying and smeared in dirt with bottles in their hands and puke on their collars has been ingrained into Evenss mind. He no longer winced at it anymore. It was so familiar yet still foreign to him C if he could, Evens would depart from this realm entirely, though he felt it would swallow him back if he tried.
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Spare an ark to ya elder, why dont ya? Ya ungrateful runts have forgotten whom fought for ya! a soiled and ragged old coot begged on the street with a mutt tray in hand C yet he still refused to relinquish any valour or glory he may have earned in his heyday.
You steelmen have done naught for me, Evens scoffed, and walked past him C the sole sentiment that Evens would agree with the other humans.
Would you like to buy our tonics? Finest in the lands, Ark guarantees! a peddling merchant shouted amongst the street while displaying his wares of glossy bottles filled with murky fluids.
Can it cure my body? Evens sneered, and walked past him C it wasnt the first time he was tempted with flimsy promises conjured by desperate humans.
Young man, would you please make a donation to our merciful Lord, Ark? It may help some Children of Ark to go unhungry under this winter night. A nun, who pledged her life to the Great God, still had to resort to staining her white and golden gown, and shamelessly begging for scraps from the dirty scoundrels of the Bottom Barrel.
If Ark was so merciful, then he wouldnt have let me or any of you live like this, Evens spat in contempt, and walked past her C Ark has never done any good for him ever since he was born. Even his body, the great creator could not carve properly.
The meddlesome peddlers, beggars, and zealots that were all so common throughout Screwpile were at last dusted behind Evens.
Cant do shit now. Better head home then, Evens sighed. He planned to go to the Love Machines, but with the measly reward, he could no longer afford even the foulest brothel wench. A tick in the back of his mind reminded him that there was something else he needed the arks for, though he couldnt remember what it was.
Evens strolled down the stained and snowy road, whistling as he did. His eyes stared aimlessly, so as to not meet unwanted gazes. Amidst the stench of rotten meat and animal remains mingling with the winter gale, his nose bucked up, as a sweet fragrance overshadowed them. Evens couldnt help but gear his sight towards the aroma C the smell was all too familiar to him.
He watched from afar as the perfumed and skimpy-cladded ladies entered the coloured establishment C stringing smitten and drunken old coots alongside them. Vexing as ever aint it, Evens once more sighed, saddened that he could not afford to enter.
Evenss feet began to move by themselves, wanting to join the fray. He had to hold himself back before he lost what little arks he had left. His hands and legs squabbled like heated lovers as if they were separate beings. Amidst the infighting, Evens felt a rough tap on his shoulder. His body ceased trembling, and he ported his sharpest and meanest glare before he turned around.
A blue-cladded and dark-skinned man stood afront of him, his eyes slanted and silvered, and his smile faked and eerie. One hand grasped the hilt of their sheathed sword while the other caressed his green three-pointed star badge. Though the badge was unusually shiny compared to the others hed seen, Evens knew all too well as to who this sunken-cladded man was.
Mind if I take a bit of your time, young man? the man asked Evens with a twitching smile and lifeless eyes of white. Im Officer Einn, and Id like to ask you a few questions.
A slightly bewildered Evens raised his eyebrow and took a step backward. Rather kind choice of words for an ecliant, let alone a watchdroid. This isnt a setup, right? he jested while lightly sweating.
Nothing of the sort, I assure you. The officer responded. His smile was still as stiff as before.
Evens couldnt recall the last time hed talked with an ecliant as mannerly and odd as this one. Though he was sweating, and the numerous scars and stitches on his body were itching and aching, he took a step forward. Alright, Ill bite. But before you ask, I wasnt planning on going to the brothC
The watchdroid pointed his palm at Evens. Please relax, I have no intention of questioning you about that. The watchdroid interrupted Evens. Im looking for a certain individual.
Who are they? A thief? A killer? Evens casually asked.
Im afraid I cant share that with you. The officer wryly answered.
Evens rolled his eyes before turning his back at the officer. Why are you wasting my time then? Without looking back, he waved and walked off.
Before being able to take more than two steps, Evens felt a strong grip on his shoulder. His body lightly launched back as his legs involuntarily stopped. Sweats began to pour down his cheeks as he sluggishly tilted his head back. Evenss eyes once more met the soulless gaze of the watchdroid.
I believe itd be clearer to you the more I describe this individual. The officer calmly said, before releasing his grip.
Wait is he Evenss mind muddily understood his intention behind those words.
The man named Einn reached for his pocket and took out a small piece of parchment before reading it aloud. Not much is known about this individual, he ceased reading the note and leered at Evens, but we believe them to have black of hair, with notable scars and injuries all over their body and face.
This son of a bitch is trying to frame me, Evens cussed beneath his breath. He could tell that the watchdroid is eyeing all of the scars and stitches ridden over his body. Though the memories of him receiving these injuries no longer lingered in his head, they still ached when being stared at, as if a scorching iron rod was pressed against them.
Is this your game? There are hundreds of other sodden punks in Screwpile who would match that descriptionC Evens shouted and pointed at random passers-by.
And hundreds of them have been detained. The officer nippily retorted which Evens found hard to believe. But please do not be wary. I assure no harm would befall you so long as you comply, he reassured Evens.
Upon hearing such a fickle promise, Evens scoffed and spat on the ground. Im finding it terribly hard to trust the words of a man whos trying to arrest me, let alone a steelman. He sluggishly shook his head, as he remembered how his mother always warned him to never trust the words of an ecliant.
Please cooperate. The officer commanded, his chest puffed out while his grip tightened on the hilt of his sword. I wish not to escalate this situation.
Evens quickly glanced at the weapon before refocusing on the watchdroid. Just let me go, man. Ive already had enough of you iron bastards for one day.
Im afraid I cannot do that. The officer answered. His tone was abrasive, and his grin faded.
Silence befell the alley. Shadow covered Evenss eyes as his head descended. Sounds of sighing and snickering entered his ears, unbeknownst to him whether they were from the watchdroid or not. Should I go with him? Or should I wild ideas stormed within Evenss mind. His thoughts ceased the moment he heard oncoming footsteps. Before long, a so familiar, and so detestable palm lay on his shoulder once more.
Please dont make this any harder than it already is. Though he could not see him, Evens could still discern his false-caring tone, this time chiming alongside the sound of colliding chains.
Though he did not want to, Evens lifted his head up and stared directly at Einn. His eyes were as soulless as before, and his smile as crooked.
I hope youre wrong. As the whisper left his mouth, and a deep breath entered his lungs, Evens sterned his foot and discreetly lifted it.
WaitC Before he could mutter, a strike from Evens reached his groin. He groaned as he dropped his handcuffs and covered his nether, before falling down to his knees. The squirm echoed across the alley, as his once uncanny face now ceased C instead, he foamed and squealed, while his silver eyes dilated. You littleC the officer cussed at Evens, to which he lightly smirked in response.
Sorry, but I cant up and leave now, Evens backwardly paced away from the suffering officer. Cant go breaking mas heart.
The ecliant frothed as his cheek collapsed to the muddy snow pile. DontC
Before he could hear the officers parting words, Evens turned the corner and escaped the alleyway, kicking up the mound of snow and leaving the pained watchdroid behind, as his grunts and curses haunted and echoed throughout the path C to which Evens cheerfully hummed and whistled alongside.
Hopefully that bastard would leave me alone now, Evens murmured to himself. Hes fled for as far and as long as he could. The sun had descended, and the streets of Screwpile were raining with snow while emptying of human souls, as their fear of preying steels grew as the night encroached.
What a shit day, he walked towards a small shack, sighing yet groaning in relief, knowing that he could now rest his body and clocked his mind.
Under the moon veil and flickering street lanterns, his heavy eyes could scarcely discern his own home anymore. He limped and pushed himself forward, and the closer he approached the shack C the clearer this blurry figure standing afront the hut became. The figure didnt resemble the watchdroid, it wasnt as tall, and its top didnt adorn a Centum helmet.
He reached the porch. His arm rested on the crumpling mailbox, dirtying his sleeve with grime, and spreading dust. As he stood there, and his body collapsing alongside the letterbox C his eyes widened. Shit, he cussed underneath his breath, ensuring the figure couldnt hear him.
What did I say? the metallic figure asked. Her voice was abrasive, and her arms crossed.
Be back by sundown. He quickly lifted his tiring body up and pressed his hands together, all while rattling and sweating.
And you are? the dreaded woman, named Num, asked again, her tone never-changing.
Not back by sundown. Evens steadily lifted his head up, hesitating to stare at her ruby eyes.
You got the eggs? the servicebot asked once more. Evens squinted while staring at her metal skin, gleaming in the nightlight.
I couldnt afford it. His tone descended, overshadowed by the chirps of crickets and cicadas. The tick in the back of his mind ceased, as he lastly remembered.
Anything to say for yourself? the woman who has taken care of Evens since he was little asked as she walked towards him.
He wished to flee but his mind had abandoned his limbs.
As she stood afront him, though he towered a head over the woman and weighted twofold, his body shivered incessantly, and sweats trickled from his ears to cheeks as he glanced down. With her frail but steel arm, she rested her palm on Evenss shoulder, gripping it ever so deftly C though it felt just as threatening as the watchdroid from before.
I shouldve just got arrested, Evens whispered, trusting the words would be masked away and kept privy to the gust of night C aloof to the ears of his mother.
Chapter 2 – Sydra: “Stand By His Side”
Where is he? the lady asked as she fixed her slim glasses. Her sapphire eyes were ever so focused on her clipboard, paying no heed to the entourage.
Were currently keeping him in a guest chamber. Should we bring him now, Lady Sydra? the Sentinel promptly replied. His tone was unaverred and conduct sharpened, befitting of the gold hexagram emblem he adorned.
Sydra lifted her eyes away from the papers, before gently straightening her dusky coat and walking away. Bring him to the Prophets chamber. Ill arrange an audience. The secretary said without a lookback. The Prophet should still be in his chamber at this time, being the son and eyes of the Great God Ark ought to keep him busy in most days.
At once, My lady. The Sentinel responded. Though her head was turned, the clatter of colliding chainmail and hasty bootsteps furthering her rear, assured her of his compliance.
Sydra trailed across the vast and gleaming hallway. The hearth carried wide, as dozens of Sentinels could be stationed there with room to spare for their steeds. Paintings and artifacts from olden days mounted across every wall, each whispering silent tales of the might of the Centum Order. Banners and drapes embroidered with a simple black enneagram decorated at all sections of the castle C to honour the Centum Order.
Though shes merely a steelborn, a halfling from a human mother and an ecliant father, she ever wondered how fortunate she was to be able to wander the halls of the Arkeep. Her station as the Prophets secretary owed her minute personal joy, though her fatigue ever so faintly eased when she admired this olden fortress of Sentry.
He better be in his office right now, Sydra pondered as she wandered through the number of corridors C every stationed Sentinels bowing to her as she passed. She knew that the Prophet rarely lingered in his office, and instead meandered to the many galleries within the keep. She squinted her brows as her mind ached at the mere thought of having to amuse the Prophets fickle urges.
She steadily paced faster at the thought. Her silver strands swayed as her stride broadened, capturing the gazes of passing sentries. Eyes of men in duty, men in fear, men in lust, Sydra has witnessed them all afore. Those eyes were never enthralled to hers when she was merely a steelborn with no title nor honour to her name.
Her pace began to dwindle, as she gasped for air and sweated within her coat. The fortress was a wonder. Though its scale and finery were unmatched throughout all of Xearth, Sydra ever dreaded traversing within it no matter its splendour.
She kept walking, panting incessantly while dabbing herself with a handkerchief with each passing step. I should request the Prophet to station carriages within the keep, Sydra silently jested and snickered.
The door was the same as any others within the Arkeep, though when she stood afront it, her heart pumped insistently no matter however many times she had gone behind it. She warily patted her tattered garb and straightened her snowy hair.
She knocked on the door. May I enter, Your Heavenlier? Sydra requested, her tenor was calm and tender. Though the door separated the two, she softly bobbed a curtsy nonetheless C waiting for an answer.
You may.
Upon receiving approval from the Prophet, Sydra raised herself, and with one hand, she gently grasped the doorknob, while the other sternly gripped the clipboard.
She swiftly recouped her breath and unlocked the door. She stepped within the Prophets office, the chamber where the most important man in Xearth resided. She has been in his service for over ten years, and though she believed them to have a bond beyond the confine of classes C hesitation and reverence still cowered her when she was around him, though that temperance has dwindled as of late.
This repulsive Sydra silently irked as she glanced across the room. Piles of documents and unsealed envelopes flooded the chamber. Numbers of tomes were stacked like bricks on his desk, wobbling and falling when a step was taken in the room. Sydra took a step backward as her nose flinched, and her mouth gagged from a dreadful aroma. What is that smell? Sydra looked around the chamber. Beneath the tomb of papers, she spotted empty bottles, dried chalices, and grimy plates littered on the floor.
Amidst this battlefield, stood a man, with a dishevelled silver head, cladded in a stained white dress shirt, embroidered with a white nine-pointed star C the symbol of his faith and God. His golden eyes were ever so focused on a paper in hand, paying no heed to Sydra.
Your Heavenlier. Though the chamber repulsed her, she thoroughly knelt down and greeted the Prophet.
Up with you now, Syndy. The Prophet gestured his hand. Kneeling and honouring me are needless Ive said.
You certainly had, Sydra said as she once more glanced at the cluttered office. And Im beginning to believe it. She softly jested, to which the Prophet replied with a gentle grin. I was gone for one week, and the room was reduced to this. What do you make of it?
I was busy. He neatly folded the paper and slid it into his pocket. Entertaining guests.
Youre the most important man in all of Xearth. They should entertain you, not the other way around. She knelt down once more and collected the litter.
I doubt that very much. Im only important to them when it matters. He knelt down beside Sydra and grabbed the dirty crockeries. This isnt two hundred years ago. Everyone and everything think theyre the king of the world nowadays. The old man reminisced of the olden days, though his youthful beauty had not left him.
You say as if Id know, Sydra responded. As a child, she had learned about the Iron War, between ecliants and humans two hundred years ago, and how it led to the Centum Orders birth C but being able to talk with a relic of history himself made her question the many lessons she had learned.
Of course you dont. You youngins have it easy nowadays. Though he looked not a day older than thirty, he stretched his back and lightly groaned. Sydra subtly sighed at the poor act of humour.
Thirties isnt exactly young, is it? Sydra retorted.
Twenty, thirty, seventy, may as well be the same in my eyes. The old ecliant said, for a moment, it seemed as if his eyes had lost their colour and his words turned sour.
She has worked for the Prophet for over a decade, and at times, she would find the man who owned the world, to carry such sad and tired eyes. Why? Sydra murmured, ensuring the Prophet couldnt hear her.
You may be older than me in age, but, younger in all else, itd seem. Sydra softly jested.
Thank you. But frankly, that isnt hard to achieve. The Prophet replied, his visage outwardly lightened as his annoying grin returned.
Sydra silently sighed in relief as she hurriedly gathered the remaining litter.
The Prophet lifted certain parchments and stacked them together neatly, his fingers handled them ever so delicately, unlike with his chamber. He slowly stood back up, as he headed for his desk and hoarded the documents away.
Syndy. About the watchdroid, he asked as he gently inserted the papers and locked the drawer.
Hes being brought over as we speak. Sydra swiftly responded. Please, go ready yourself. Ill handle the chamber. Sydra offered as she lay towering stacks of documents on her lap, awkwardly balancing them while gathering leftover scattered papers. Her arms were sore, and her back ached, though she couldnt show it to the Prophet. She silently panted and stretched her joints, ensuring they did not meet the gaze of the Prophet.
The Prophet walked towards Sydra. She ignored him, trusting that itd deter him from staying.
He bent down next to Sydra. Thats quite all right. Knowing the Sentinels, we would have more than enough time to clean up before they arrive. He said gently as he grabbed the stacks of documents on Sydras lap and laid them on his desk.
It baffled Sydra that a man of his station had to handle such menial labour, but she could not stop him. Darn it Sydra sighed underneath her breath as she writhed to mask away a smile. Sydra carefully passed more gathered parchments to the Prophet, as he paced back and forth from Sydra to his desk.
He cautiously set the piles on his desk, before dabbing sweats off his forehead. Besides, I dont want you peering into my private documents, the Prophet stated.
What are you hiding? Sydra asked as she took out her handkerchief and dabbed her face.
Private documents. He restated.
Sydra put away her handkerchief and glared at the suspicious Prophet. Are they porC
They are private documents. He restated once more.
Silence ensued, as Sydra continued cleaning in one corner, and the Prophet in another. Thy shant wear faces coloured by falsehoods, Sydra mumbled the Fourth Tenet, the second out of nine commandments mandated by Ark in the Arkive, his holy scripture. The Prophet should know those passages better than anyone else, but whether he followed them or not C Sydra did not know.
I dont know who you had over, but next time, Im making them clean up before they leave. Got it? Sydra coughed away the dust lingering around her nose, as she placed the last heap of documents into the cabinet.
God, what are you? My mother? the Prophet dropped and laid on the floor, further dirtying his garments. The wretched sight of the Prophet panting in exhaustion as he drowned in waters of his making, was the lone reward that Sydra received for this debacle.
You had it easy then if that was all that your mother did. Sydra retorted as she sat down at the Prophets desk.
Is that right? he murmured amidst his heavy gasps.
The chamber has returned to how it was before Sydra left. Cabinets and bookshelves encompassed the room C encircling a lone desk made of auburn maple wood.
Sydra rarely ever got the chance to be seated on the Prophets throne, chiefly when the bearer was resting on the carpet. This picture Amidst the now tidy desk, Sydra picked up a small wooden frame, within it lay a picture of the Prophet smiling and hugging shoulders with seven other people. So these were the Archetypes, Sydra recognised few of them, and some she had never seen before.
Every child in Xearth is taught of the forebearers of the ecliants and the Centum Order dating back hundreds of years afore C the Archetypes they were named, and eight of them were fashioned from Arks mighty chisel. Though she knew of their existence, she had only had the privilege to meet a few of them. So even you could smile like that, Sydra gently giggled at the grin that seemingly belonged to another person.
Your Heavenlier. Lady Sydra. The watchdroid has been escorted. A placid knock on the chambers door accompanied by a dutiful voice shook Sydra out of her daze, as she instinctively released the picture frame from her grasp.
The knocking alerted the Prophet as well, as before Sydra could leave her desk, the Prophet instantly rose himself up from the floor and gently brushed the dust off his shirt, and fixed his dishevelled silver head. Bring him in. The Prophet ordered as he straightened his back and cleared his throat.
The Sentinel did not answer.
The ensuing silence vexed Sydra. This unruly sentry Sydra wished to open the door and punish the Sentinel, but she didnt move a step as the Prophet didnt either. She glanced at him, he stood motionless, still in posture and expression, only eyeing the gate, as if he were in a waiting contest against the other side.
Forgive me but I could not do that. Hes currently awaiting in the council hall, for an audience with the Aces. The Sentinel broke the silence. Allow me to escort you there, Your Heavenlier.
Those impudent His calm and unwavering voice infuriated Sydra as if he found nothing wrong with his request. Inform the Aces that the Prophet need not move a step out of his chamber and that if they wish to attend the hearing, they shall make way here. Sydra marched towards the door and commanded, clenching her fists and struggling to calm her gorge as she did.
Lady Sydra, the door reacted.
Off with youC before she could declare, a firm palm gripped her shoulder. She gazed over to find the Prophet standing beside her, his now solemn and blank demeanour reminded Sydra of the man in duty.
Calm yourself, Sydra. The Prophet said steadfastly, as he retracted his arm from her shoulder. Let us make way to the council chamber. He commanded.
But Your Heavenlier, Sydra looked up at him.
The Prophet did not respond nor did his eyes meet Sydras. He reached for the doorknob C which Sydra wanted to pull his arm and stop him, but she couldnt. As he tilted the handle and glimpses of the other side began to crawl through the doors crevice, Sydra sighted the Prophets damp expression.
He sighed, he scowled, he smiled, then he blankly gazed at Sydra. I told you. The Prophet murmured, his emptied eyes and dried tone sending light shivers down Sydras spine.
What? Sydra mumbled beneath her breath, awaiting an answer that never came. The lone sound that grazed her ears was the creaking wooden door as it opened C followed suit by the departing bootsteps of the man she had known for so long, yet so little of.
Weve arrived. Your Heavenlier. My Lady. The Sentinel bowed as he held the handgrip to the great gate C behind it lay the council chamber and its vain bearers. Though the chamber was once His Heavenliers private quarter, he now spent the least amount of time there out of all the Aces.
Sydra carefully stepped in front of the Prophet. Your Heavenlier. Allow me to name you. She gracefully asked.
Well thats your job, isnt it? the Prophet smirked. His grin reminded Sydra of how much she disdained being graceful towards him.
Practice formality. She quietly clicked her tongue as she raised her head.
With a lone glare from her, the Sentinel pushed the gate inward.
She stepped into the grand chamber, though her eyes were closed, she could feel that her heels were graced by a dragonhide rug that couldnt even be found in the Prophets chamber, as the melody of songsters embraced her ears before ceasing the moment the door was fully opened.
Sydra didnt care to glance across the room before bowing her head. My Lords and Ladies, you are in the presence of His Heavenlier, Nine. The Archetype for All, the Forefather of Centum, and the Prophet of Ark andC Sydra then lightly lifted her head and glared at the centre of the chamber, where seated the Aces around an octagonal table. CXearth. She couldnt stare for long, as their sordid and conceited airs made her shut her eyes once more. Now join me and bow. She decreed and then graciously bobbed a curtsy, facing the Prophet, and omitting the Aces.
Everyone stood from their seat and bowed C all beside one man.
Sydra turned to find the folly. Lord Three-OO. Allow me to repeat myselC
Give it a rest, dolly. I heard you loud and clear. The towering man brashly sighed and then bowed. His head hardly dropped, and his back unbent as if to not crease his brown trench coat. But do refrain from addressing me with my serial-name again, or else next time I wont be so compliant. He hastily lifted his head after his poor attempt at bowing and slicked back his scruffy auburn mane, unveiling his ruby eyes.
As you wish, Lord Bao. Sydra complied, clenching her fists behind her back.
Please raise your head. The Prophet decreed though some had already been raised before he permitted. My Lords and Ladies, it is always a most joyous occasion for us members of the Aces to gather under one warm roof and settle our affairs, but I do have to wonder, of whom do I owe the pleasure for this times most joyous occasion? he asked with a smile.
You need not owe anyone, Your Heavenlier. It is but a mere coincidence Im afraid. The old gentleman, cladded in a master-tailored white vest, responded with his raspy voice. He sluggishly bowed to the Prophet once more, pointing his bald head at His Heavenlier before rising. I was praying in the Hall of Ark where I caught wind of a trial hearing. As my mind emptied in the sacred chamber, the whispers of the hearing filled my curiosity and took the best of me C and I knew that I would have to satiate it, else Ark would strike me where I stood for such apathy. He worded eloquently, all while caressing the golden monocle over his right silver eye with one hand, while the other holding tightly onto an Arkive, the holy scripture of Arks faith.
Always with the flowery words do you, Lord Bellamy? a crass but still ladylike voice joined the conversation. If nothing else, Im at least in the same boat with ya on that. When I saw how serious your little secretary was in the hallway, I couldnt help but wonder what kind of secrets you cronies are hiding. The lady in the maroon suit smirked.
Lady March, please, such crude behaviour is hardly befitting for a woman of your status. The lady rightward to Lady March purred soothingly. Though her stature was half of Lady Marchs, her confidence and gracefulness curtailing from her posture and her dark silk dress, impressed even Sydra.
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What did you say, Yuna? Lady March belligerently asked the smaller Ace, casting her velvet side cloak back as if she wished to fight her. Actually why would a girl scout with daddys money like you would even care to attend council meetings? Does the Lady of Eden not have anything else better to do? the crass Lady March mocked Lady Yuna. Her orange orbs facing a breath away from Lady Yunas lilac gaze.
Thank you for your interjections, Lady March. Though the towering Lady March was fronting her, Lady Yuna gently turned her head away and covered her mouth with her snowy pelt scarf. They would be brilliant if you hadnt recycled them a dozen times afore. The mistress of the City of Gold said softly.
What did you say? Lady March yelled once more. Her overbearing bellow overshadowed the sighs of everyone in the room.
Can someone put an end to this? Sydra looked at the Prophet, hoping he would handle this, but he did not look back at her nor anyone. He solely stared forward aimlessly, which baffled Sydra on how he could remain unruffled at a quandary like this.
An Ace in the audience, cladded in a white coat, raised his hand. If all that everyones doing is senselessly talking, then may I please excuse myselfC
Why dont we just drop the pretence and cut to the chase. Lord Bao spoke out, his thunderous voice squandered the squabble between Lady March and Lady Yuna. Everyone knows why they and everyone else are here.
The white-robed Lord Sitri raised his hand again, he could hardly keep his dozing silver orbs pried open. Actually, I dont knoC
I recently caught a report about a watchdroid who narrowly escaped death from an ambush led by an unknown force. He was brought to the capital to be questioned, but instead of being directed to a Sentinel quarter, he was granted the privilege to be heard by the Prophet himself. He glanced at the Prophet. Now, I have no doubt that you have the best of intention and foresight, Your Heavenlier. Yet I merely wish for my humble self to be there to witness your radiance at work and learn from your excellence. And no doubt, I believe the others share the same sentiment.
Lord Sitri raised his hand once more. I do not share the sentimeC
Will you grant me and all of our council brethren that humble wish, Your Heavenlier? Lord Bao pleaded. His voice filled with sincerity, unlike his eyes.
I thought we were dropping the pretence, Sydra mumbled to herself, though it appeared the Prophet faintly smirked afterward.
The Prophets golden eyes stared directly at Lord Bao. If you so wish, who am I to refute. He cheerfully uttered as his glare disappeared, and he adorned a smile.
You are far too kind, Your Heavenlier. For once in the assembly, Lord Bao properly bowed to the Prophet.
Silver-tongued as always, Sydra sighed and rolled her eyes. Though she despised the Lord, she could not contest his silver tongue. May I ask where the guest of honour is then? Sydra asked the Aces. For an instant, she could have sworn she saw Lord Bao grimace when her words reached him. What is his problem? Sydra muttered, wanting to glare back but didnt.
Bring the watchdroid in. Lord Bao spoke aloud while clapping his palms.
His claps echoed throughout the chamber, and as it ceased, a door at the end of the room opened. From the gate, two Sentinels marched out, escorting a watchdroid behind them.
So thats who he wishes to meet, Sydra glanced at the Prophet, but his eyes were fixed on the guest instead. Sydra walked towards him and tapped his shoulder, awakening him from his daze. Your Heavenlier. Let us head to your throne. Sydra dutifully proposed.
The Prophet briefly nodded.
The secretary and His Heavenlier ambled towards the octagonal table, where seated the Aces on each edge. All but four thrones were hosted, with the Prophet having marched towards the edge furthest from the chambers gate. His Heavenlier be seated, his eyes faced the entrance, while his back faced the approaching watchdroid. Sydra stood behind him, her stance proper and still, only breaking at the commands of His Heavenlier.
Your Heavenlier. My Lords and Ladies. In unison, the two Sentinels bowed and venerated the Aces. They brought forward the sully watchdroid, who had kept silent for the entire walk. The Sentinels unchained his wrists, and paced back, awaiting for further orders.
Please place him in the centre. Lord Bao kindly asked the Sentinels, as he stood up from his seat and unlocked his side of the table. The centre of the table was hollow, granting for a person to enter through any of the detachable sides. Sydra wasnt born when this ancient marble table was crafted, but its peculiar shape and hollowed body continually left her wondering why the Archetypes ordered for its creation.
The Sentinels dutifully escorted the silent man into the heart. Your Heavenlier. My Lords and Ladies. They bowed once more, before turning and marched back.
What does the Prophet want with this watcher? Sydra heedfully studied the watchdroid.
Instead of his battered uniform and badge, he adorned fresh garments that Sydra arranged for him. His face was cleaned, and his body showered as per Sydras orders to the servants, yet his eyes seemed to still have lost all life C as despite being surrounded by the Aces, he didnt gaze around nor make a single sound. His eyes merely stare aimlessly downward.
You are in the presence of His Heavenlier, and the noble Lords and Ladies of the Aces. Though she was reluctant to command a corpselike man, Sydra performed her given duty.
A fleeting moment of silence followed before the watcher left his daze and raised his head to the audience. Your Heavenlier. My Lords and Ladies. My name is Rak. Though his form was derisory, he softly bowed.
Please rise, Rak. The Prophet ordered kindly. A brave soldier of your mettle need not bow to any of us. He commended the watcher.
A splendid reward that many ecliants would pit steels to earn, yet in spite of it, the watchdroid remained silent and still.
The Prophet waited for him before clearing his throat. Do you know why youve been summoned to the capital and be granted an audience? he asked calmly.
Is it for what happened in Screwpile? Rak stuttered as sweat trickled down his cheeks.
The Prophet leaned forward from his seat and posed his elbows on the table. Precisely. We received news that you and your companion were ambushed by unidentified assailants. Would you mind going into greater details on what transpired that night? the Prophet asked. His voice seemingly regained the vigour he had been missing since entering the chamber.
Where do I start, the watcher muttered, as he scratched his drenched dome. I I was the supposed survivor stumbled on his words as if he was a toddler.
Out with it already! Lady March slammed the desk, startling the shivering watchdroid. No wonder a snivelling droid like you succumbed that night!
Lady March. Sydra stared down at Lady March from where she stood. I advise you to refrain from committing any further crass behaviours in front of the Aces and His Heavenlier, Sydra spoke out against the wild Ace.
Lady March faced Sydra with veins pulsating on her dome. Careful now, secretary. Your boss is the big man, not you. She warned Sydra, her face reminded Sydra of how ecliants used to look at her before she gained her station.
Perhaps you should heed your own words before preaching to others. Sydra calmly retorted, her eyes refusing to retreat from Lady Marchs.
Thats enough, from the both of you. If you wish to continue your meaningless squabble, then take it outside. The Prophet slammed the table, far louder and fiercer than Lady Marchs.
Sydra resumed her station instantly. From the corner of her eyes, she noted that even the ever-crass Lady March was startled by the words of His Heavenlier C to which Sydra faintly smirked at the sight.
The Prophet rose from his seat and intently stared at the watcher. I implore you, Rak. As a noble son of Ark, you and your knowledge would greatly aid every man, woman, and child in Xearth.
Your Heavenlier Rak muttered as his eyes became glossy. It happened at night near the Iron Trail. My senior and I, he stuttered and gulped, we were on our way back to our tower when they appeared.
Who were they? Lord Bao hastily interjected, his tone seemingly masked his excitement.
I dont know. My senior assumed that they were the Firstkind. Rak murmured, his body quivered, and his pupils dilated while storming wild.
Firstkind...
Sydra was perhaps the only person in the chamber who heard the Prophet mumbled.
So theyve returned after years in hiding? Those insolent rebels deserve nothing more than the highest order of punishment for opposing the Centum Order and His Heavenlier. Lord Bellamy loudly proclaimed. Its unbecoming for Sydra to hear a man of his station and reputation bellow so brashly.
Are you certain they were the Firstkind? What else could you remember? the Prophet gently sat down and further interrogated.
There werent many of them. They were all dressed in rags and armed. But, the watchdroid paused, as his body further shivered and sweated. There was this woman, he sluggishly continued. She had one eye and a brown head.
For once since the hearing, the entire chamber fell mute, parting only the vexed watchdroid to writhe in confusion.
One-eyed brunette? Your Heavenlier, Sydra whispered to the Prophet.
Yes. The Prophet immediately responded and broke the silence. It would seem your seniors assumption was correct. He resolutely stared at Rak. His gaze further perplexed the trembling watcher. The woman you described is most likely Four, the leader of the Firstkind.
Sydra could tell from his raised brow that Rak did not grasp His Heaveliers revelation, though she did not need to glance at the others to know the contrary. I didnt think she would return after all this time, Sydra mused, and she presumed the Aces shared her thoughts as well.
I was under the assumption that Eight had vanquished her at the end of the Third Iron Rebellion. Lady March wryly laughed in an unruly fashion, unbefitting of an Ace. Ever since the Iron War ended, there have been three major rebellions in the last two hundred years, where humans rose up against ecliants and the Centum Order C and every time, their efforts were squandered.
Lady Eight failed in her mission of subjugating the rebel force. They escaped at the Battle of Ironblood, and their whereabouts have been unfounded ever since. Lord Bellamy responded in a dignified fashion, as befitting of an Ace.
A jest, you old coot. Lady March muttered beneath her breath, though Sydra doubted the greyed Ace heard it.
Four the Prophet muttered and then clapped his palms. With that, our hearing should conclude. We have sufficient details to dispatch the Sentinels to hunt the rebels down. He ordained, to the surprise of Sydra.
Is this it? Sydra pondered, as she glanced across the chamber, their faces doubtlessly shared the same sentiment.
As the Prophet stood up and went to shake the watchdroids hand, Rak refused to meet his hand.
There was something else, Rak muttered.
The ever so silent watchdroid uttered and charmed the gazes of Sydra and every Aces in the chamber C all besides the Prophet, whom Sydra lone discerned his sighing visage.
What is it? Do not be afraid. Any information you have would bring you and your family great honour and pride. Lord Bao ardently gloated the watcher.
The woman, Rak paused for an instance. In that moment of stillness, Sydra could lone hear faint gulps and pants from the audience, she had a wand. For once in the hearing, Rak doggedly worded his thought.
What? Was there something in the water flask I gave him? Sydra pondered in her mind, clueless on whether she should chuckle or sigh.
A wand? Lord Sitri spoke out. Like ones in fairy tales?
Looks like someone beat you to it, Lady March teased him and lightly tapped his back. Perhaps you should surrender Newspecs to them. She threw out a laugh shared by no one else.
Please elaborate. Lord Bao implored Rak.
Amidst the interrogation, Sydra peeked over at the Prophet who had remained oddly silent.
It did not look like a wand in the stories. It was curvy, like a tusk. And its body of steel. Rak depicted the unknown object. Sydra could not begin to imagine what this wand appeared like.
Did it shoot out fireballs like a wand would? Lord Sitri bombarded the watcher with queries, his curiosity seemed to have peaked.
It was no fireball, but a tempered rock came out of it, faster and louder than anything else I know. It destroyed the lantern I had. Though Raks description was garbled and slow, his words captivated Lord Sitri in a manner that Sydra had never seen before. I couldnt even begin to understand what that thing was. Rak ended his report, to the noticeable dejection splattered over Lord Sitris face.
So our enemies possess unknown weaponries, akin to sorcery. Lord Bao rephrased. Fascinating. What do you make of this, Your Heavenlier? he faced the Prophet from his seat, with the other Aces followed suit.
It only further proves the threat that is the Firstkind. The longer we idle in this chamber, the more dangerous and unpredictable they become. Let us adjourn the hearing. The Prophet once more ordained for the gathering to end. The Prophet stood up and extended his arm towards the watchdroid. Thank you, Rak. Youve done your country and people a great service. He kindly commended Rak, awaiting for his palm to meet his.
Ive done nothing of the like. Rak faintly whispered, yet Sydra found it to be louder than anything else he had uttered.
The Prophet further stretched his hand and leaned closer to the silent ecliant. My apologies. I didnt quite catch thaC
Ive done nothing worthy of praise, Your Heavenlier. Rak cried out and violently struck the Prophets arm aside. I merely retreated and left my partner to die. I do not deserve your commendation, but instead punishment. The watchdroid brashly stumbled away from the Prophet, writhing and panting as he did.
Seeing the outburst, Sydra raised her arm to signal the Sentinels on standby. GuarC Before she could finish her command, the sight of the Prophets arm waving at her stopped her midway. Your Heavenlier Sydra understood the kindness and virtue of His Heavenlier C though often she disagreed with him, she could never outrightly oppose his will. Sydra softly descended her arm and resumed her station, merely fixing on His Heavenlier.
The Prophet gently walked towards the shivering watchdroid. Though Sydra wanted to stop him, the Prophets radiance seemed to calm the thrashing beast with each closing step. By retreating, you succeeded in relaying pivotal information to us that could turn the tide against the rebels. And by valiantly stalling the enemies, your partner opened a path for you to withdraw. The Prophet kindly worded to Rak, softly lightening his ever-sombre visage. As far as the people of Xearth, Ark, and of course, myself are concerned, you and your partner are our nations greatest heroes. The Prophet benignly proclaimed as he rested his palm on the watchdroids shoulder.
Your Heavenlier Rak sniffled feebly as he fell to his knees.
The Prophet lifted the fallen soldier, his arms gently guided the crumbled body. Once up, he dusted and straightened Raks garment. Guards. Mindfully escort our most esteemed guest out C with the respect and dignity befitting for him. The Prophet commanded the stationed Sentinels, all while not leaving gaze from Rak. Our countrymen and soldiers could only aspire to be half the warrior you are. May Ark bless your heroic venture evermore, Rak. The Prophet pressed his fist towards his own chest and lightly bowed, with Sydra and the Aces following suit.
With her head bent, facing the tiles, Sydra could not see or hear a response from Rak. Once she had risen, the writhing watchdroid was no longer quivering, instead he was once more silent and immobile as a hollowed husk.
The two Sentinels swiftly escorted Rak out, his blank face met the carpet until he reached the door. Though the garment that Sydra offered to him was new, the white blouse had now been infected with brown and dusky wrinkled spots, akin to the battered uniform he was found with. Sydra intently stared and winced at the foul droid as his feeble silhouette got engulfed by the shutting gate. I dont understand, Your Heavenlier. The Prophet has many unprompted demands, but such a request for a wild and disorderly hearing was novel to Sydra.
Silence once more descended upon the council. No rowdy remarks from Lady March could be scoffed at. No gratuitous flowery words from Lord Bellamy could be sighed at. No strange mumbles and gestures from the Prophet could be eyed at.
A chair creaking burst all out of their daze. This proved more fruitful than I initially thought. Lord Sitri announced his withdrawal. Your Heavenlier. My Lords and Ladies. Ill excuse myself for I have other matters to attend to. Without bowing, he slipped away from the table. His small and frail body limped across the chamber, tripping on the tail of his coat as he left.
Ill also take my leave and repose, Your Heavenlier. The heroic tale of the young soul has brought great warmth to this old heart. Lord Bellamy shed a tear behind his monocle. I wish you a fortunate day blessed by Ark. Lord Bellamy bowed. His stout body waddled like jelly as he huffed and stumbled towards the gate.
Well, that was incredibly dull. I expected something more than just the rambles of a crazy man. Lady March sighed and hurled herself out of her throne. Yuna. You going back to Eden now? Let me tag along. She leered at the sitting Lady Yuna from above.
Id have to respectfully decline, Lady March. Im afraid your sprightly temperament wouldnt blend well with the customs of Eden. Lady Yuna gracefully declined her offer and marched towards the gate. Though her petite frame adorned a vast pelt over her dress, it resisted grazing the ground and dirtying its snowy fur.
Cmon. Are you still mad about what just happened? Lady March begrudgingly pricked Lady Yuna, as she chased her tail like a hound.
Two Aces remained in the chamber.
Sydra glanced at Lord Bao. Though the Aces took little time to make their departure C Lord Bao instead sat still and silent, deep in thought. The enthusiasm he had while probing the watchdroid outwardly left with him.
A thorn in your mind, Lord Bao? the Prophet stood up from his seat and asked tenderly.
A wand and Four Lord Bao mumbled to himself before glancing upwards. What do you make of it, Your Heavenlier? he equally tenderly asked the Prophet. March believed it to be nothing more than fabrications, while Sitri found interest in its possibility. Lord Bao gently stood up from his seat and candidly met the Prophets eyes.
Either chance would not change what needs to be done. The Prophet replied coolly, his calm gaze undeterred by Lord Baos towering frame.
With all due respect, that didnt quite answer my question.
Then Im afraid I dont have a suitable answer for it. The Prophet retorted. What do you make of it then?
Lord Bao took a long pause before grinning. Absurdity, naturally. Dangerous artifacts of that calibre hold no purpose in our world. They would be defying the might of nature, let alone being possible for a crowd of backwater insurgents to replicate. Words flowed out of his mouth as naturally as ever. Sydra could never keep up with the young philanthropists lavish words. Such items should and would remain in fairy tales and long bygone ages, wouldnt you agree? his uncanny grin vanished and was replaced by a solemn visage.
The Prophet did not respond, nor did he budge at the unsightly stare fixed down at him.
Lord Baos grin returned, and he faintly bowed. Well, Ive taken enough of your precious time. Ill excuse myself, Your Heavenlier. Have a wonderful day. He did not wait for the Prophets response or approval before he turned and marched towards the entrance. His towering form and striking features that have entranced a great many ladies dimmed as the gate shut. Even Sydra couldnt deny his beauty, though his attitude did not match his splendour.
Sydra and His Heavenlier lone occupied the chamber, privy from the prying eyes of the Aces and the Sentinels. Sydra wished to await her Lord to speak, but his mind was occupied elsewhere.
That was quite an eventful hearing, Your Heavenlier. I pray you acquired what you came for? Sydra gently asked as she cracked an awkward smile.
The Prophet rested his palms on the red marble table and stared aimlessly at the hollow. More or less. The Prophet whispered though Sydra felt as if it wasnt meant for her. He swiftly withdrew his arms and turned to Sydra. Sydra. Issue an order to the Hunt Corp and have them admit and promote Rak to the Dragon Division. The Prophet ordered Sydra. His intense glare and absurd demand forced Sydra to lose her forged smile.
Your Heavenlier? Excuse my insolence, but his recent achievement aside, hes still merely a greenhorn of a watchdroid. I sincerely do not believe he would be able to fit in a Sentinel rank. Sydra dimly voiced her disapproval.
Hes a Centum hero. Honoured and graced by the Aces themselves. Itd be improper to not issue him his due reward. The Prophet roared and swung his arm across the chamber, performing to spectators who werent present.
Sydra did not bother nor possess the station to refute His Heavenliers demand. She lightly bowed her head, ensuring the Prophet couldnt glimpse at her disapproving sapphire eyes. I will alert the division at once, Your Heavenlier.
As Sydra raised her head and feigned her visage, the gate to the chamber opened, and entered a Sentinel.
The Sentinel marched towards the hollowed table. Once graced in front of His Heavelier, he prudently knelt to one knee. Your Heavenlier. My Lady. Lord Six has returned from his expedition. The Sentinel informed with his fist placed on his chest. He has entered the city and is currently heading towards the Arkeep as we speak.
So soon? A bewildered look descended on the Prophets face. Surprised but relieved at the same time was how Sydra construed it.
Would you wish for me to escort him here, Your Heavenlier? the Sentinel dutifully offered his service.
That wont be necessary. Im not so cold-hearted to make him come to me after such a turbulent expedition. The Prophet shook his hand. Escort me to him instead.
As you command, Your Heavenlier. The Sentinel once more bowed.
The Prophet had only concluded the hearing, and he now had to move on to another chore. Sydra scowled, though she wasnt pleased with his demand, she still wished for His Heavenlier to retreat to his chamber and rest instead.
Sydra was lost in thought, and before she knew it, His Heavenlier had already gripped hold of the gates handle.
Lady Sydra. Go and handle the task. And report back to me once it is handled. The Prophet ordered, and all she could do was hastily bob a curtsy.
As you command, Your Heavenlier, Sydra replied dutifully.
And Sydra, his voice rang out as the creaking gate unlocked and half of his body left the chamber.
Yes, Your Heavenlier? Sydra threw her head back. Still and readied to receive His Heavenliers order.
I forgot to tell you when we were there, he stared at Sydra, his golden orbs entranced her.
Sydra gulped and sweated, its rare for the Prophet to be this austere.
But the chamber pot in my room is brimmed. Please take care of it as well. He ordained Sydra with a piercing glare.
What? The lone word clouded her empty mind as she stared blankly. Though the Prophets tone and demeanour were solemn, Sydra could spot him trying to conceal his smirk. Why do I need to do that? whinged Sydra.
What do you mean? Dont be lazy now, the Prophet crossed his arms. Dispel all sloth if thy wishes to enter the promised land. He recited the Fifth Tenet from the Arkive, only mimicking the words of Ark whenever it benefitted his circumstance C and he had a total of nine of those commandments to exploit. Alright, see ya later! the Prophet then grinned at Sydra before turning away. Unakin to an esteemed Prophet, and more akin to a mischievous toddler, he waved his arm with his back turned, as he leisurely trotted away to the gleaming hallway.
As the Sentinel escort carefully closed the gate and the Prophets bouncing figure dimmed, Sydra could still hear his irritating laughter faintly echoing from beyond the walls.
This filthy geezer Sydra softly unfitted her glasses, and brashly palmed her scowling head and pouting lips, fleetingly regretting why she ever pledged to stand by his side.
Chapter 3 – Six: “The War Has Yet to End, The Warrior Has Yet to Rest”
Damn reptiles the Rook Sentinel bellowed loudly, icy smoke exhaled from his gaping mouth. The tall yet lanky Sentinel limped through the stony road of Sentry, drenching his boots from stepping on puddles of melted snow. Flags and drapes embroidered with a black enneagram C the sigil of the Centum Order C littered throughout the street of Sentry, yet no winds blessed these banners, nor did they bless the men fighting for this emblem. Curse the man who created those damn abominations! Ark damns him! his curse towards the creator rung through Sentry.
Though it was no man, a fleeting thought uttered.
The gangly Sentinels once silvered armour had blackened, and sword had charred to a crisp. The proud hexagram sigil embedded onto his chestplate has all but melted. The veil of ashes painted him indistinguishable from the common splendour of a Sentinel. He was covered in bandages and burns, and his hair was frizzier than a bush.
I want to go home another Rook Sentinel repeated the same plea under his breath, as his peepers stared soullessly down at the crooked pavement. I want to go home His vest was smoked and torn, revealing his plump smouldered stomach. His fellow Sentinels ogled at him, and groaned and drooled, as if they were gawking at a roasted hog.
The bellows of the two miserable Sentinels united amongst hundreds of others, whose moans reverberated throughout the bustling streets and abandoned alleyways of the capital, startling and amusing the common folks, and grating the tired ears of Six.
Six marched forward the walking corpses. As the Prime Sentinel, his position belonged afront of his men, and his poise shall not ever falter unto the dismay of his authority.
As he led the walking dead army across the city and nearing the Arkeep, Six turned around from atop a slope and faced down at his exhausted men. Your dismays have been heard, my soldiers. Six worded sternly. Porting a smile was never Sixs strong suit, scowls suited him further. But to all the agonies you wish to exact, the noble city of Sentry isnt the place for your bellows and whinges. His towering and unwavering stature toppled over the limping soldiers, though he bore the same wounds and more. His long golden bun and goatee masked him as a lion in front of his pride. The stainless six-pointed golden star pinned to his chest shone at the withering flock, though all Sentinels bore one, only Sixs gleamed with pride. Whatever pains you hold. Hold it within. A passing reticence descended on the carping Sentinels, as they gazed at Six with eyes pertaining to admiration, fear, and disdain. Those eyes were all too common to Six. Those gazes have tormented Six his entire life. Six briefly sighed beneath his breath before returning to the detesting gawks. Yet if you must reveal, do so not with weeps, but with solemn. Six implored his Sentinel troops. His golden eyes traced every single piteous Sentinels present, while caressing the hilt of his sword, sheathed at his waist and embraced by the coattail of his navy coat. Until youve learned this lesson, Sentinel is merely a fancy title to you. He could tell from their enduring glares that not many of them heeded his guidance heartily, though none voiced their displeasure.
I believe theyve learned their lesson, Lord Prime. Sixs Wing, his righthand, assured to him with a gentle tone, as he softly bowed his head and held his chest. He alone was kempt and spirited, odd for a Sentinel post-duty. His armour was spotless and sword undented. His black mane was wavy and spotless from mud and ashes, while his lilac eyes were freed from stressing squints and shadowy bags. Now that weve returned to Sentry, I suggest we make way to the Arkeep at once. Your brothers and sister would be jubilant to learn of your safe return. He suggested to Six kindly.
A fearsome thought to utter. Six scoffed lightly, though not for long, as he noticed his soldiers staring at his faint grin and retorted with their own. Six coughed awkwardly and turned to his Wing. Sentinel Astra, issue a messenger to the main Sentinel body to retrieve the present Sentinels. Treat the injured and reward the standing. That ought to quell their snivels ever so slightly. Six issued the order to his Wing.
At once, Boss, Astra responded, dropping his gentle tone and returning to his usual brattish tongue. The slender man, unbefitting for a field Sentinel, carelessly scurried away as he hummed to the melody of All Centum Road, the olden anthem of the land.
It didnt take long for Sixs order to circulate around the army. Whims and cries turned to cheers and laughter. The Sentinels cheerful chant for their Prime Sentinel engulfed the streets of Sentry, infecting even local passers-by. Even Six couldnt resist cracking a slight beam. Yet his short bliss didnt last. The more he stared at the decrepit stalls and frozen buildings littered throughout the city, Six relentlessly sighed further. The more he bumped against the shoulders of the few humans allowed to reside within Sentry, Sixs fists further clenched. The more he breathed in the soiled and bloody cold air permeating Sentry, Sixs mind further dwelled spirally.
This city still never fails to bring back bad memories.
The Prime Sentinel and his Wing marched through the drawbridge and passed the wicket to the castle gate of the Arkeep. Long it has been since Six stepped foot within the prideful fortress of the Centum Order. Though his eyes fixated forward, Six could sense the glares and whispers from the primmed Centum Lords and cakey Ladies who frolicked the castle courtyard. Yet with each approaching step, Sixs silence silenced the whisperers. Though unwillingly, as Six knew all too well why they were disturbed by his presence. The mazing craftsmanship of the keep, occupied by haughty gossiping nobles and their imperious perfume, all further reminded Six of Sentrys unpleasantry. Still, as Six and his Wing reached the gate of the Pillar of the Aces, the nattering flock of Centum Lords and Ladies briskly dispersed.
Six tried to resist it, but a small grin revealed. As he masked his hand over his mouth, a glimpse of Astras stare passed his view. The sight of his subordinate prompted Six back to his regular stance and demeanour, though it was a moment too late, as Astra was then masking away his chortle instead.
As Astra dimly tittered, a loud cough outshone his cackle and burst him out of his jest. The Prime Sentinel and his Wing turned towards the cough to find a Rook Sentinel stationed at the gate, who had been present before them the entire time. The guards peepers were twitching as he tried to muster an awkward smile.
Astra swiftly resumed his stance and calmed his tone to the astonishment of Six. A blessed day to you, my fellow Sentinel. We wish to speak with His Heavenlier, the Prophet. Astra tactfully requested the guarding Sentinel.
Outwardly influenced by Astras poise, the Sentinel dropped his fiddly grin and swiftly bowed his head. Lord Prime. Lord Wing. We are gladdened by your safe return. The guard graciously greeted, with his fist pressed to his chestplate. Unfortunately, I cannot grant your request. His Heavenlier has given the order to have you await here, and he would make his way to you instead. The Sentinel relayed Nines order. He does not wish for the Prime Sentinel to trail the many stories of the Pillar of the Aces after such a tiring expedition. He diligently informed the returners.
Ever the good king bravado, Six chuckled lightly. The Pillar of the Aces was the mightiest structure of the Arkeep, erected at the centre of the fortress to shield the pompous aristocrats from outer peril. The towers crown pierced through the high clouds and mists, while its stairsteps numbered as many as its layered bricks of white. Though he bore the title and duty of an Ace, Six dreaded ever navigating and trailing the labyrinthic tower.
That is vastly considerate of His Heavenlier. The Prophets compassion for his fair denizens seemingly knows no bounds and has never ceased to awe me. If my rank had permitted, I would be kneeling on the snow, weeping in gratitude by now. With his unscathed hand as his handkerchief, Astra wept hammily. Wouldnt you concur, Lord Prime?
Doubtlessly. Six answered. His tenor was ever still as his posture. Upon revealing his thought honestly, Six glanced down from his mighty height to find Astra and the guard staring at him, silently yet boorishly.
Boss, can you please at least pretend to be grateful? Even a Prime Sentinel has their limits you know? Astra whispered to Sixs ears while glancing back and forth at the Sentinel.
I am grateful. This is me being grateful. Six whispered back. His gaze was ever dull and stagnant.
Astra palmed his face and sighed. Unbelievable. Whatever you say, Boss. He murmured underneath his breath.
Perhaps you should heed your own advice. Even being my Wing has its limits after all. Six retorted the frustrated Wing.
It didnt take long for Sixs words to be heeded, as Astra hastily removed his palm from his dome and prayed with both. I get it. My bad, Boss. Astra apologized quietly, though his gesture bawled loudly. Just dont demote me back to the front line. I dont really bode well with dragon fire. Astra begged calmly, an ever-rare sight for Six.
And others are? Six pondered while glaring at his pleading Wing.
Before Six could foist a deserving punishment on his Wing, a familiar cough hampered his fleeting joy. Please avoid whispering out in the open yard of the Arkeep. Else onlookers may construe it adversely. Six shifted away from Astra to find the Sentinel coughing once more. I would avert my gaze this time out of respect for your station, Lord Prime. In the future, however, myself and others wouldnt be so lenient. Though the Sentinels station was many ranks below Sixs, his tongue and stance were ever-firm as he imparted the warning.
I wouldnt expect any less, Six murmured beneath his breath, before coughing aloud and steering his head over. Has the Prophet arrived yet? Else Id be arrested the longer I idled. Six inquired boisterously.
Though he wasnt expecting any retorts, the creaking tower gate hounded his ears as it sluggishly unsealed behind the guard.
The Prophet has indeed arrived! a familiarly crass voice proclaimed from beyond the flaring crevice. Its been quite some time. As the tower gate was wholly unbolted by two Sentinels from within, a dashing figure left the confines of the white pillar. His eyes were ever fiercely golden as Sixs, yet his mane as fair and frail as snow. Though, his meagre adorn choice of a ragged and crumpled blouse was ever as unsightly as Six remembered.
Nine. Six spoke out, with his knees unbent and head unbowed.
You idioC As if Sixs declaration was an act of profanity to him, the guard uttered wildly, and immediately knelt down afront Nine, bruising his knee and whiplashing his neck as he descended. I apologize on his behalf, Your Heavenlier. The recent expedition has most definitely taken quite a toll on his body and mind, else he would never dare to address you in such an insolent manneC
Six, Nine slurred out and stridden raucously towards Six, unbefitting of the revered Prophet and further akin to common Dreamcity drunkards, or human savages from the Wasteland out East.
What? the kneeling Sentinel blurted dumbfoundingly. His agape jar further dropped when Nine firmly bumped his fist with Six.
Amidst their reunion, from the corner of his eyes, Six sighted Astra extending gently his arm to the fallen Sentinel, a strange act of kindness that seemed to never be offered to Six.
Stand up. Youre embarrassing yourself. Astra strugglingly pulled the Sentinel up to his feet with both arms. You must be new to the job. Start getting used to them being like this. After all, they were brothers before their granted titles. He advised the rookie while roughly patting dust and grime off the Sentinels armour. Well I say that, but if only that was true for all of them, Astra murmured, though it didnt appear to be meant for the guard, as Six caught it within earshot.
Months has it been? You look strong and well. Im glad. Nine laughed jovially, as he weightily tapped Sixs shoulder, though his feeble hands that merely stroked quill and flattened parchments all day, could never move or sore Sixs.
You on the other hand seemed like youve seen better days. Six chuckled, effortlessly pushing aside Nines feeble barrage. Council works dont go too well nowadays I presume? Six jested, though the joke didnt come easy for him.
When have they ever gone well? All I get are headaches from them. Nine scoffed faintly.
Perhaps its nigh time that you go through a Cycle. Reoil that ancient, battered gear of yours. Six heedfully suggested Nine to undertake the Cycle of Reconstruct, a common surgical practice for ecliants to bolster their vitality.
Im highly doubtful any amount of Reconstruct would cease the constant migraine from entertaining the Aces.
Not that you would know, Six commented nippily beneath his breath.
At this point, Id rather dance with the beasts in the Dragons Ranges than spend another day in the Arkeep. Nine snickered crudely. Months have passed since their reunion, and Nines dreary japes have yet to cease, to the disrepute of his title and the headache of his secretary, as Six recalled.
Im always open to changing places. Six offered half-jokingly.
Ill hold you to it. Nine retorted quickly, perchance half-jokingly as well.
The two shared a brief yet hearty laugh, afront the decorous tower and dignified onlookers.
Ephemeral was his merriment, and Nine brushed tears from his lids and adorned his Prophets poise. Well, I know youre still tired from your journey, so its best we keep this brief, before the remaining Aces catch wind of this, he sighed. How fare was the expedition? Nine asked. His rare trice of gracious demeanour dazed Six whenever it surfaced.
As the dreadful matter arose, Six sighed deeply. A disaster to sum. Six answered resolutely. Rookie recruits by the hundreds, died in duty or deserted to the mountains. Provisions were gone halfway through the expedition. A measly three grown dragons, a handful of hatchlings, and five nests were eliminated. Clashes by the dozens with Wastelanders who crossed the Sparkling Sea and to our shore. Regrettably, less than half of the set objectives were achieved. Amidst his testimony, Six averted Nine towards Astra with a swift wave. Astra, my Wing Sentinel, will relay a fully detailed report to you as soon as possible. Confronted with the regard of the Prophet, Astra bowed and pledged profusely.
A shame. Though I couldnt exactly put all of the blame on you. Weve left these issues unattended for far too long. Now they have caught back up to us. Perhaps Ark is punishing us for our hubris Nine jeered faintly.
No. As the assigned leader for the expedition and above all, the Prime Sentinel, the failure falls on me. Six disagreed, improper as it was for his station compared to Nines, and to the further shudder of the Sentinel guard. Ive failed my station and I deserve a suitable punishment for this.
The habitually aloof Astra sprung out from his post. Lord Prime, you dont need to shoulder the blamC
You just returned from duty, and you already twisted your mind back to such ghastly thoughts. Nine remarked before hushing, and as he went silent, the Arkeep followed.
The quietude cleared Sixs mind and clouded it with Nines puzzling words. Prime Sentinel was his station, and unsavoury actions were his mandated duties.
As if he was awaiting a riposte that never came, Nine then unsealed his lips slowly and the stillness broke. You were always the most serious one out of all of us. Not even Three or Eight could outmatch your solemnity, nor could Five or Seven make you crack a smile. Nine chuckled, yet sombrely. Though there was He murmured yet ended midway. That hardheadedness of yours would lead you down to many hardships and mistakes no doubt. Nine forewarned Six, his timbre solemn.
Hardships come to me regardless, and Ive made many mistakes before. Six replied.
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That you have, and so have all of us. Further solemnity shadowed, as Nine whispered. Arent you tired of it all? the Prophet asked. His eyes stared blankly, not at Six nor at any else.
The subject of lethargy or alacrity has never played a factor in Sixs function as a Prime Sentinel. Though pale in duration, his conviction has remained steadfast for the past eleven years, ever since Eight bequeathed him the title. No. As a decade Prime Sentinel and a lasting Archetype, Six passed his verdict resolutely.
The riposte brought Nines hollow gaze back to the foray and faced Sixs. Fearsome resolve, regrettably. Though Im hardly one to lecture. Nine patted Sixs shoulder firmly. For a moment, Six felt as if Nines feeble arm had regained the same vigour that it once had back in the Iron War C the great war waged by the ecliants and led by the Archetypes against the humans, and the aftermath ushered in the rule of ecliants and the establishment of the Centum Order. Well then, is this what you truly wish for, Six? Nine whispered as he released his palm.
Yes. Six nodded dimly, yet all the while standing firm and tall with the dignity of a Prime Sentinel.
A deep sigh from Nine restored verve to the stagnant fortress, yet haunted Six. Very well. As the Prophet of Xearth, I hereby exercise my power and ordain Six, Prime Sentinel and member of the Aces, to quell the uprising rebels, the Firstkind, to recompense for his failure at duty. The Prophet ordained.
What? Six was awaiting to be stripped of his titles or be convicted to the Ironmount Institution, yet this irregular sentence was unforeseen by the veteran Sentinel. Firstkind? Does this mean?
Indeed. It would seem our dear sister has made her reappearance after years in hiding. Nine informed Six, a hint of lament clouded his speech. She is believed to have been spotted in Screwpile close to a month ago, and she hasnt resurfaced since. Thats where you should start. Nine relayed. You are dismissed as Acting Hunt Commander. Anaeis would return soon to resume her post.
The news surprised Six slightly. He did not think Anaeis would be able to return so soon, let alone be willing to saddle a steed and swing iron. Perhaps motherhood did not bode too well for the Commander of the Hunt.
You should then pay a visit to the Heart Corp. Idavi and his men should be gathering more information as we speak. They would also fill you in about a peculiar story weve recently heard from a stray watcher. Nine further instructed Six about the Heart Commander.
As Prime Sentinel, Six lorded over the Sentinels and their three Commanders, yet with all that martial might, Sixs post yet paled compared to the seat of the Prophet.
Four When will you abandon it? Six mumbled. Eleven years have passed since Four disappeared from public sights, ever since her defeat at the hand of Eight and the Sentinel force at her command. Four had always been a timid and quiet girl. Apart from Two and Seven, she did not relish in the company of parties, yet to Six, that held true as well. Four was the last Archetype that Six had expected to rise in rebellion, yet after the tragedy that transpired, he could hardly guilt her.
Nine. Though I seek my due penance, I trust there must be someone else more suitable than me for this mission. Six suggested. His head bowed and sweated, ashamed to recant after his lengthy vow.
No. As a matter of fact, I couldnt think of anyone more suitable than you to bring down our sister. Nine retorted.
Hearing Nines words, Six struggled to mask his glare and kept his poise, unbecoming of him. Nines jeer reminded Six of a memory he wished to stray from.
Well, what do you say, Six? Nine asked once more.
Boss? Astra whispered, seemingly Sixs taciturn has perturbed even the mellow Astra.
Six knew he couldnt remain still for too long, his standing wouldnt permit him. Yet Nines words kept enduring in his mind, springing forth buried memories.
Memories of her were not chiefly tender to Six. She haunted his dreams every night. Memories of her basking in the lustrous outskirts of Old Eden shone bright, yet faded as the years passed, with the Iron Capital and its bearings lone reminding him of the unwanted. He wished to remember the fair times they spent together, yet Nines words solely retold him of her parting.
If youre so adamant against it thenC
Ill do it. His declaration descended upon the still keep, to the gasp of all. Six swiftly knelt to one knee and rested his sword at the feet of the Prophet. On my duty as the Prime Sentinel. On my honour as an Ace. On my blood as an Archetype. I vow to you, Your Heavenlier, to put an end to the rebellion. The oath echoed through the courtyard, slivered past crevices of the sundry towers, and be recorded to the ears of all who bore witness.
Rise, Lord Prime. The Prophet commanded gently and offered his hand to Six. This is your chance to atone. Do not forsake it. Nine muttered, his tone and gaze no longer matched his common antics.
Whether it was chords of guidance or an avowal of warning, it mattered slightly to Six as he stood back on his feet, resuming silence as a sentry.
Boss. Astra purred, though it couldnt escape Sixs keen ears.
You must be tired after such a long journey. Id bother you no longer, suggested Nine, his tender tongue returned. Get some well-deserved rest before beginning your new mission. And do not worry about opposition, Id inform the remaining Aces about your situation myself.
Nines compassion struck the courtyard into awe, yet Sixs eyes cared little for his dainty simper, while his lips remained ever sealed.
Astra was it? Nine averted his golden orbs to Astra, the ensuing silence appeared to not bode well with a blitheful man such as Nine.
Yes, Your Heavenlier. Astra bowed down fretfully, casting aside his jackal fleece and adorned a pup coat.
As the Prophet, I command you to keep excelling at your duty as Lord Primes Wing. The Prophet decreed. But as Sixs sworn brother, I ask of you to look after him on our behalf. Nine beseeched.
Do you truly believe Five and Eight would care? Six scoffed wordlessly.
Of course, Your Heavenlier. Your wish is my command. With his head further lowered, Astra swore nervously.
My sincerest gratitude. Nine shook Astras hand.
Nine released his palm softly, though Astras bewildered gape told Six that he wished to relish in the honour longer. With his hand freed, though strugglingly, Nine paced back to Six. Dastardly was his grin as if he was contented with Sixs Wing fawning over him.
I expect great news this time, brother. Take care. Nine lightly tapped Sixs shoulder, before turning his back. He strolled back into the Pillar of the Aces, scratching his hind and whistling to the twitters of perched blue jays with each bootsteps.
The sealed tower gate startled away the sapphire jays, and Nines frolicking shadow faded along with his pious preach. With the Prophet departed, the guard resumed his station, though his bold sneer from afore has been traded for a panting head, drenched in his own making.
A faint knock tumbled on Sixs shoulder once more, though it felt weightless as opposed to afore. His Heavenlier sure is something else Astra muttered with his elbow rested on Six, though he had to tiptoe to reach Sixs height. Well, work is work, and todays workday is over. Shall we head to the tavern, Boss? Astra proposed carefreely, though he received no ripostes. Boss?
Bastard.
Excuse me? the puzzled Wing asked, his face leaning closer to Six.
A lone feeble swipe was needed to shove the nosy ecliant aside. It was nothing. Let us go then. Six agreed, marching slowly away from the pillar and the guard.
Youre an odd man, Boss, Astra mumbled as he trotted sluggishly behind Six, still oblivious to his Bosss keen ears.
The scents of stale ales and spoiled hams permeated the decrepit tavern. Sundry ecliants and steelborns locked arms together and carolled the Centum anthem, while others tussled brutishly on the slippery floor, the odour of their clashing sweats and spilled mead further dampened the tavern. The hums of mellowed patrons, the curses of drunken brawlers, and the chords of songsters were all drowned by thumps and moans befell from above. It was a tavern yet upstairs bore a cathouse, a part of the Love Machines chain, though the brothel seemed to have a far better reputation than the tavern. A peculiar choice, Six pondered as he spotted Astra struggling to squeeze through the crowd, whilst balancing a tray with their drinks in each hand.
Ive always known you were a man of absent dignity, yet never did I think you would be so shameless as to invite your commander to such an establishment. Six smirked.
The whorehouse is news to me too. Never thought the Love Machines would plague this hut as well. Damn greedy bastards The Wing bellowed. Heres your drink, Boss. Astra handed Six a silver goblet, strange to find one in such a battered tavern. The Wing tumbled down to his stool, soaked and huffing.
Months weve trailed the humid woods and frozen mounts, and now that weve at last returned to civilization and could feel the simple joy in life of downing a goblet of ale, you instead fill yours with water. Astra grabbed the flagon and filled his cup to the brim. The Prophet was right. Youre far too serious for your own good. In one gulp, Astra downed his mug of ale.
I no longer drink. It dulls the mind. Mine more so. Six sipped his chalice adroitly. A rather fine advice for you, Ill say.
For Ark''s sake Astra cursed as he wiped off the ale dripping from his lip. I left my home for Harford so that I would no longer hear the same rambles from my ma. But to my demise, the stuck-up professors oer there grinded my ears more than she ever could have. Now, I guess its your turn to put on the tie and belt to lecture me. Just my luck with old crones and geezers. The Wing whinged, though it didnt hinder him from pouring more ale into his cup.
It looks like my lesson to you about seniority didnt stick. Perhaps I should appoint another Wing who would. Six jested, perhaps.
Cmon, Boss. Lighten up. You know I respect you more than anyone else. Astra hiccupped as ale seeped from his lips.
Somehow I doubt that. Six masked his thrill with a sneer.
With his words slurring and eyes crumpling, Astra slammed the cup down, cracking the wooden table. Dont doubt it. Your tact may be lacking, you are harsher than a plague, and you brood far too much.
This kid, Six thought, slightly annoyed yet embarrassed.
But Ive never met a man as great as you. He proclaimed drunkenly. That I guaranteed.
That medal of reverence has scarcely ever been bestowed upon Six. Doubt and gratitude divvied his mind from hearing this foreign praise.
In fact, he held his mug and mounted the wrecked table, allow me to make a toast in your honour. The young man shouted. His drunken holler pierced through the taverns racket, shut the clamours, and lured the eyes of the ecliants and steelborns atop and beneath.
Six palmed his head, with his face dimly reddened. Astra. Stand dowC
My fellow Centum brothers and sisters! Astras call resounded through the tavern. I, Astra, a Sentinel of the Hunt, would like to unveil to you all of earthshattering news! he greeted the horde of drunkards charmingly, though the mug of ale in his hand stained his effort at elegance. Though it took our Corp many moons, weve at last returned from a mighty yet treacherous journey to the Dragons Ranges. Astra sang his high tale as if it was a ballad.
The crowd of ecliants gasped. The melody of his fable charmed even the tavern songsters. Few fell their prized wine bottles to the ground, few sneered with doubtful gazes, and few left their undressed courtesans to join the ruffled crowd downstairs.
Having captured the taverns undivided awe, Astra slicked his brunet mane back, further raised his ale mug, and stomped the table as if he was afront a podium.
Unimaginable perils we encountered and fearsome beasts we clashed, but in spite of it all, at the end of the journey, we all ascended to the ranks of dragon slayers. As though Astras silver tongue wasnt enough to hook the drowsy hearers, he reached within his jackets inner pocket and revealed a dragon fang. The curly tooth struggled to be held in his palm.
The matchless size and gleam, unfounded in other beasts, awed the audience in silence and stunned Six in likewise silence. Where did he get that?
Dragon claws were no match for our longswords. Their scales pierced and wings punctured by our fury storms of arrows. Dragon fire could not char our pristine armour. He waved the tooth back and forth, the spellbound patrons gaze followed where it swayed. So tell your children, your mothers, your lovers, the ones whore plagued in fear of dragons, meterases, humans, anything at all! Astra peaked the dragon fang, grazing the dusty ceiling and sullying its sheen. The Sentinels would triumph them all and protect the Centum people!
The foul tavern simmered in the hollowest corner of Sentry erupted in jovial whistles and claps. The merry ecliants drummed down on the tables with their mugs as they cheered. The drunken brutes ceased their brawls and applauded alongside. The songsters accompanied a joyous ballad along the tavern chant, strumming their lyre and lute while the courtesans serenaded from their cathouse atop. It had been a long time since Six had heard the melody of Count Yer Blesses, though he was never particularly fond of its many lyrical embellishments.
Regrettably, the flooding song and carol did not drown out Astas lasting speech. But of course, as mighty as the Sentinels are, all would be lost and crumbled without our peerless Prime Sentinel. Astra sheathed the fang, and unruly pointed down at Six from atop the table. Lord Six on his own, with no armour on his mane, wielding alone his mighty Deuslayer, slew a dragon the size of the Arkeep. The awestruck crowd faced Six and further hailed. Its scales darker than the darkest nights. Its claws mightier than mountain peaks. It breathed golden flames that scorched the heaven abodeC
What is this fool saying? With countless eyes and Astras antics pinned at him, Six sighed tiredly as his head ached.
Struggled he did. Their furious battle raged on for days, through heaven and earth. And as the sun rose on the sixth, Lord Six pierced the beasts eyes and shredded its scaly wings. The two plundered down from the heavens, and lone stood Lord Six on the massive body of the slayed dragon. Swiftly knelt on the table, Astra gripped Sixs wrist and raised it ahigh. He who slew the King of All Dragons, Six unsealed his hand effortlessly, yet Astra instead raised his ale mug. As long as he stands, Xearth and the Centum Order will never fall!
The tavern that Six once thought was a mere crumbling shack for drunken husks and crude harlots had become the loudest tavern in Sentry. Six! Six! Six! The ecliants and steelborns chanted his name while drumming their fists and ale jugs down on the tables. The incessant claps and whistles ached his head, while the swarm of topers patting him ached his back. Damn you Astra, Six cursed this common yet uncommon quandary and cast the onslaught crowd aside with light swings from his hulking arm.
How do you like my toast dedicated to you? Astra smugly asked, still squatted down.
Very imaginative. After all, lying and drinking are all youre good for. I didnt even bring my glaive to the expedition. Six fixed his golden eyes on his goblet, sparing no heed to his Wing.
You called that lying, I called that giving the people hope. We could all use some of that nowadays. Astra murmured, the mug over his mouth muffling his sigh.
Murderer! a roar struck out from the chant, adjourning the merry crowd. No one wants you as our hero, you murderer! an elder tattered in a rag with a wine bottle in hand screeched across the tavern. His unkempt beard dyed cherry, while his wrinkled face reddened and his eyelids blackened.
Murderer, Six thought as he glanced towards the old man.
Murderer? Astra stuttered. Well, engaging in unsavoury acts are unavoidable for us Sentinels at times, Astra said calmly, sobered up ever so slightly from the gaffers curses, but I assure you, sir, we are no ruthless murdereC
Some may have forgiven and forgotten, and these young folks may not know, but I would never forgive what youve done, you monster! the old man hiccupped while madly swinging his bottle about as if it was a club. Deuslayer? Have you no shame? Name it as it is! Deuceslayer! he shouted and spat. You fancy yourself a dragon slayer? Better brandish kinslayer as well! his face further enflamed as he cursed. Your steel slew no gods, but your own blood!
With each passing swear, the once jollied ecliants and steelborns shrivelled down in silence and returned to their shadows, averting their culpable gazes away from the drunken gaffer and Six.
Kinslayer? Astra muttered. Boss? he guided a puzzled look at Six.
His Wing Sentinel stared at him with a despondent gape as if he was a child. The elder admonished him as a judge with a bottle for gravel. The cheerers forfended their adorating gazes and turned coats on him. Though he was a lone quarry cornered in the cramped cage of a tavern, Six sighed a brief breath and sipped on his goblet. In the capital of steel, these damning sights were haunting ghosts to him.
Let us return. I must pay a visit elsewhere early morn of the morrow, With his cup emptied, Six stood up and marched firmly towards the tavern door. The horde of silent patrons split in half amongst them, clearing a narrow path for Six.
Atop the table, Astra frantically flailed his arms and mug in hand like a jester. WaitC
Stand down. Youre making a mockery of yourself. Six lectured the youngling sternly, while his hand encroached on the wooden handle, nearly crushing it within his palm. Let us leave. He commanded.
As if Sixs words were chirps to his ears, Astra further stomped on the table disgruntledly. He hurled his mug towards the old man, though his slackened mind and trembling arms didnt throw it far. But Boss? As your Wing, I cant just walk and let walk a man who would utter such falsehoC
Stand down. Sentinel Astra. His voice echoed thru the hovel, shuddering the wordless bearers. As though Sixs tongue was a wand and his words were spells, the Wing hastily descended from the table, quivering his feathers as he flew down. With his Wing landed on the dirt, Six faced down at him earnestly. Leave him be. Six commanded once more. The man speaks truth.
What? Astra stared dumbfoundedly.
Looking down at his subordinate crawling on grime and surrounded by preying glares, Six lengthily sighed. For a longstanding and keen officer like yourself, I presumed youd learn of it already. He tilted the fractured knob. A light gate has never felt so heavy to Six.
The countless gates of Sentry had impeded Six at every chance. The door opened and graced the little tavern with the night breeze and illuminating moonshine, awakening a few dozing drunkards. The creaking clatter of a wooden door jolted against stone walls and the haunting winter gale prickling his face, ever cursed his mind to remember that detestable night.
Six leered back at Astra, fleetingly. The one person that crass old man and everyone else so cherished... I brought about her death, he said faintly. No name was uttered but it didnt need to. Were leaving. Now.
The young Sentinel sat still for an instant. Though Astras purple eyes were blanked and jaws agape, the other patrons merely avoided Sixs glare and coughed awkwardly into their cups.
A brief moment passed, and Astra slowly stood up and carefully dusted his garment. My apologies, Lord Prime Astra bowed his head faultlessly and walked steadfastly towards Six.
His Wing Sentinel no longer ported the same cheery grin as always and in its place adorned a sombre guise, yet Six believed it would not last. Where have I seen this before? Six pondered.
Six and Astra stepped foot out onto the now snowy pavement. The shadow of the tavern no longer cast over him, yet the elders curses ever lingered. His boots sunk into the snow as he walked, and the sword at his waist buried halfway, yet they bore little concern to Six. The alley where the tavern resided was empty and frozen. It bore no souls, not even beggars, nor street torches, it was solely graced by the fair moonglow and glistering stars. Yet its solemn serenity was plagued by endless screeches. His words rang like clashing blades within Sixs head, nauseating him yet it wouldnt cease no matter how far he fled. Be quiet, muttered Six as he glanced back lastly. His keen sight pierced passed the many crevices of the taverns door whereupon he saw the elder still flailing his wine bottle and bellowing, though trails of blood seeped from his lips as he gnawed his teeth, and cascades of tears streamed from his wrathful eyes as his curses turned to cries.
Monster! Murderer! Kinslayer! Ark damns you! Stella curses you! May dragon flames burn youC
Chapter 4 – Fino: “Cheers to Me and Nobody”
Lord Fino! a raucous plea came from beyond crept its way into the chamber. Lord Fino! The constant knocking on the door played unpleasant tunes to his slumbering ears.
Shut up, he wrapped himself over with his hide blanket, though it didnt help much to quash the racket.
Lord Fino, may I please enter? As if he were amidst a battle, the knocks on the door sounded like battering rams to a castle gate.
No, the awakening ecliant mumbled. His eyes were still frightened of the morning light, and his limbs still stiffed from the long nightly rest.
The bashing ceased, and instead creaks from the jerking doorknob arose. Pardon my intrusion, Lord FinoC
For fuck sake, the drowsy ecliant shed his blanket, and the blinding morning rays speared past the many windows of his chamber and shone over his dark fleece. He roughly scratched his long yet unkempt black hair and rubbed the rusty lids over his golden orbs. Still on his bed, he sat up sluggishly, bones cracking throughout his body as he raised.
Good morning, My Lord. An ecliant cladded in black Sentinel gear bowed his head. His muddy boots stained the prised entrance carpet, while his sabre bounced around his waist and dented the chamber walls whenever the Sentinel waddled.
Not so good any longer. Fino yawned brashly and stretched his arms. What could be so important to compel you to enter my chamber unwarranted? he glared at the insolent guard.
My sincerest apologies for disturbing you so early in the morn, the Sentinel further lowered his head and pinned his sabre from flailing about, but Ive been tasked by His Heavenlier to inform you of Lord Sixs return from his expedition. His Prime Sentinel had accomplished his tour unscathed, truly befitting for a man of his revered title.
The Sentinels words of praise to Six felt like spikes to Finos ears. He couldnt possibly fathom a worse way to begin his morning.
Great to hear. Now you may leave. Fino brushed his hand towards the common guard, a right reserved only to Lords like him.
The unruly Sentinel ignored Finos command and yet lingered within his chamber. My apologies, but that is not all. His Heavenlier had one more command.
What now? Fino asked, though he cared little for an answer.
Pardon my tongue, but few members of the Aces have voiced their displeasure of your negligence to your duty as an Ace. As such, His Heavenlier has profoundly insisted that you attend more meetings of the Aces from hereon, My Lord. In fact, there is one scheduled sooC
Tell him Im busy. The sleepy Ace covered his yawn with one hand and scratched his hind with the other. I have a pending business trip oer at Dreamcity. Besides, its not like Im needed there anyway, thought Fino. He reached within the nightstand and picked out a blue band. With it, he tied his scruffy mane into a bun.
But My Lord, the Prophet insistC
And I insist that you act your post and leave my chamber. Fino shut the drawer fiercely, fracturing the outer decors of precious gemstones he collected throughout Xearth. Ive already given you my verdict. Now out with you, Fino ordered. He attempted to mimic Sixs intimidating glower, though he quickly understood from the Sentinels blank stare that he had yet to attain it.
My apologies, Lord Fino. May Ark bless your voyage. The sentry answered gently.
Though his smile was light as if he was adorning a flowery mask, and his parting bow was as articulate as a Sentinel could be, Fino yet couldnt stand peons alike him.
Fino buried his face into a pillow, and from the crumpled gaps of the feathered cushion, he peaked at the departing Sentinel.
As the Sentinel reached for the door handle, Fino found his blurry eyes and muffled ears centring towards it as if they were magnetized, with his body then almost tumbling off from the edge of the bed.
Damn sloth
The door closed gently.
Did I hear that right? Fino could have sworn he heard whimpers of curse and spit, yet he merely shrugged. His pride couldnt bother to defend itself, nor could his limbs be nimble enough to leave the comfort of his bed. Batty runt Ruined my morning, he yawned though his eyes faintly twitched and he knew not why.
Dreamcity again? Fino muttered to himself, knowing he would soon be able to dine on the finest wines and women that all of Nix had to offer, and it granted him enough wisps of strength to sluggishly rise from his warm sheets and pillows. Though detaching from their soft embraces bequeathed Fino great agony, a most arduous feat that he had to commit to every morning.
Fino squirmed when the stone floor kissed his bare feet. Though he wore no more than his stained undergarment, his entire body felt as if stones and bricks were layered atop it. Even his battle gears during the Iron War werent as aching to his back.
He wearily limped towards the end of the chamber, where placed a garments rack and a mirror the size of himself. Fino glanced at himself bare. Shadowy bags loomed under his lids, while his cheeks sunken and lips parched. They reminded him of the sleepless and starving nights amidst his first and only war. The scars and blemishes that he had gained from the Iron War had all but faded, though so did his defined muscles. He took a grey blouse and baggy auburn pants from the rack and adorned them clumsily. With the wrinkled garments coated over his ebony skin, Fino panted and rubbed his old joints. He picked up the silver ring and put it onto his left ring finger C though it hurt his hand to do so.
Fino walked towards the door. His dry palm wrapped over the handle, though it was tough to jerk it open. That unruly Sentinel, Fino cursed. His morning had just begun, and yet his bliss had been bleached by the report of Sixs return while his chamber had been ransacked by a wilful crook.
Dreadful morns and irksome curs have forever hounded Fino throughout this forsaken realm. Fino has desired to flee from his titles ever since the Iron War ended and the Centum Order deposed the old world of humans. Yet he couldnt, for he wasnt as rash as Seven nor was he as outlandish as Four. In fleeting moments when his folly would fog his reason and he sought to escape, few would impede him, though today, they no longer could.
Xearth again? Fino muttered to himself, knowing he was ever bounded to the land that he and his brethren ruled, and it granted him naught but stale ales, shabby harlots, and unwanted steelborns.
The accursed grace of the sun blinded Finos squinting eyes the moment he stepped foot outside of the Pillar of the Aces. He hobbled beneath one of the many clay canopies of the Arkeep, hiding beneath its shade though he could never seem to escape the burning light beam.
Fino crept through the keep as if he were a spy, shivering from the early breeze yet blinding from the morning light, whereupon he stumbled past the grand garden. Its been many years since Fino last ambled within the bay, and its name and maker no longer lurked in Finos memories. The countless vivid flowerbeds and chiselled sculptures have all withered and been buried in snow. All of the flowers there were once nourished by each Archetypes, though Fino couldnt remember if he did it, for he didnt fancy nurturing others.
Though his fingertips were freezing, Fino breathed cold air into his feeble lungs as he strolled across the garden, one of the few acts he fancied performing outdoors over within his sealed musky chamber.
Fino reached near the heart of the garden where rested the statue of Nine, though it no longer resembled the magnificent sculpture it once was, instead, it was dyed white by falling snow and pesty birds. Where was mine again? Fino thought. The statue of Nine, as with the statue of the other Archetypes, all bore the same stance, holding their arms upwards to the sky, worshipping Ark. What a joke, Fino spat at the stone foe, yet it stuck to his lips and strung down from his mouth instead of staining its target.
Would anything go right today? he wiped his mouth off with his sleeve, whereupon from the corner of his eye and tip of his sleeve, he caught a glimpse of a lady standing and staring afront a bed of dead flowers. Her pale skin and white ponytail fluttered along the breeze, while her adorned silver armour and white cloak masked themselves under caressing snowflakes. Her lone sunlit eyes shone through her snowy fleece. She reminded Fino of fair winter faeries that hed read about in old records, though he knew that the wench was all but fair. On the tip of his toes, Fino snuck and hid behind the statue of Nine, awaiting a chance to escape.
Its quite rare to see you out here. The pale knight murmured.
Yet Finos poor stealth has never been one to best Eights vigilant gaze.
Shit, Fino cursed silently before leaving the silhouette of the statue. Well I cant just let such a beautiful morning pass me by now can I? his mind shambled frantically and freely from his tongue, devising a way for him to flee. And you, Eight? Youre certainly not the sort of lady to frolic in gardens and blow handfuls of dandelions. Fino stuttered as he delivered his joke.
I dont see any flowers, Eight pointed softly at the graveyard of faded flowers.
Even if they were blossoming and spry, Im sure your temper would wither them away regardless. Fino chuckled drolly.
Eight remained quiet for a moment, ignoring Finos crude remark. Im heading to the Pillar of the Aces. I just happened to pass by.
Cold and dishonest as ever, thought Fino.
Fino hastily yet stiffly spun his back towards Eight. Well, I wouldnt want to keep you from whatever tedious errands you have oer there. Have a splendid rest of your daC
Youre not coming as well? she asked, innocently somewhat.
Her squeaky voice wasnt threatening in the slightest, yet sweats fell from his dome amidst the breezy morn as he slowly faced Eight again. I unfortunately cant as I have other crucial matters that need to be attended to. He smiled wryly.
Matters more important than state affairs? Eight asked once more. Her pure pupils of gold twinkled as if she were a pup basking beneath snowflakes, but Fino wouldnt fall for her veil of charm.
They certainly are to me, and by proxy, they should be important to you as well, my fellow Ace. Another joke lithely delivered from Finos parched lips, and it once more received no laughter or applause aside from the flaps of fleeing snowbirds.
And here I had my hopes up Eight murmured. Her warm innocent gaze descended to an icy benumbed glare. Five. We have told you then and now, gear your being however you wish, but as long as you bear the title of an Ace and the blood of an Archetype, you cant just simply idle away your life in breweries and brothels. She lectured Fino fiercely, though he could not care less about the admonishment of someone who is not even his creator. Nine has covered you for far too long. If I had held the Prophet mantle, youd have been banished from Sentry long ago. Eight claimed, stomping her boots on the murky snow.
Bitch, Fino cussed in his head. His slight fright towards Eight from afore no longer persisted upon embracing that affront. But youre not the Prophet. Itd seem my luck has prevailed over your fleeting fantasy. He jeered at the wench.
Your luck will run dry eventually. Eight retorted, her face unbothered by Fives taunt.
Youve predicted that ever since the Iron War sparked, and yet here I am, two hundred years after. Standing oer worthier, yet unluckier men and women. Fino chortled flippantly.
The fierce Lady Knight of Centum befell into a passing silence and her scowl grew. Fino has always known her as a solemn and stoic woman, yet it was rare to see her as irate.
Youre beyond reasoning. How pitiful. Eight said softly, her scorching glower dispelled and her cold gaze restored.
Scathing, Fino thought, her words felt like pikes stabbing his chest, though very little and feeble stabs. I dont need saving. In fact, Ive done my savings two hundred years ago. Now, whatever happens, happens. Fino shrugged and sighed.
As if all of us havent? Winning the war does not grant us rest. Eight believed valiantly, puffing her silver chestplate frontward and clasping the battered hilt of her olden shortsword, Tria, hanging from her waist and blanketed under her cloak.
Not quite convincing coming from you, Fino scoffed. If only Six would steal my station as well. He jested.
He did not steal it. I did what I must. Eight stuttered, unseemly for her.
And Im not refusing to fulfill my role as an Ace either, Im simply doing what I must. Fino flung his arms hammily and mocked the pensive knight.
Finos aggravation brought slight vigour to the dull ecliant. You reject your duties at every turn. Ive served my time as Prime, and then I passed my cape and badge. No more, nor less. Eight proclaimed. Her insult was unfit for her honeyed voice and tender glare.
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Unbothered by Eights provocation, Fino stepped closer and faced her. He had to lift his neck, as Eight topped half a head over him, though Fino wasnt fearful as he had yet to see anyone who surpassed Sixs towering figure. And how has retirement treated you? Has Novathens grown so dull that youd rather frolic the crowded and crooked paths of Sentry instead?
Novathens was the land that Eight ruled. A martial settlement harbouring the shore of the Sparkling Sea, that once hosted one of Xearths largest armies. Though ever since peace has graced Xearth for the last eleven years, her men had returned the city to a hub for festivity and debauchery as it once was during the long Epoch of Concord, much to the penchant of Fino.
Ive yet to rest wholly. Unlike you, I have other titles to uphold. Her belittling wouldnt cease, galling the drowsy ears of Fino.
If youre so adamant about keeping honours, and admonishing my ineptness while praising your lack thereof, Im more than willing to offer you my cape and badge as well. He yawned and picked his right ear with his pinkie, outwardly galling the eyes of the graceful Lady of Novathens.
The knight sighed aloud. You still do not understand. It does not matter who occupies the seatC
Well, then it would seem weve come to an agreement. Me being an Ace, it doesnt matter. You being the Prime Sentinel, it doesnt matter. The dead and rotten, they dont matter. Fino explained. Who cares if we rest? The people of Xearth certainly dont. Hell, most of them probably dont even know who the Prophet is. He laughed alone.
Perhaps. However, Eight paused briefly. Nine truly matters. His rest will come last. She murmured with her face shadowed over her boots as if a caring damsel weeping for her lord.
Nine was undoubtedly important, even Fino couldnt refute that. If Fino stood atop a shabby hill, and the other Archetypes at high mountain peaks, then Nine had ascended to the vast heaven. Though the day he is usurped and banished from paradise would come, of that Fino held little doubt.
The treasonous thought clouded Finos dome, and he stared at Eights chestplate, where buckled the badge of an Ace, or at least there should have been one. Let the man retire then. If you care so much about him then usurp and rob him of his crown. It is far from an arduous task for you. Fino goaded and tapped Eights shoulder coolly.
Eight pushed Finos frail arm aside effortlessly, yet it still ached him. Careful now. Even for an Ace, youre overstepping your bounds. Eight said while patting away the spot stained by Finos touch.
You just now claimed your desire for the throne. Fino reminded Eight.
Hypothetical. Ifs, not wills. Eight reminded Fino, though he found it hard to trust her tongue.
Cmon, would you cease this farce for once? Im just speaking what were both thinking. Fino sighed aloud and goaded. His spit flew at Eights face, yet she swiftly dodged the stream with a faint tilt.
Eight backed a step away from Fino. Thats quite enough out of you.
Fino took a step towards Eight. Well I say that, but you think about it far more than I ever do.
She paced back once more. I said thats enough.
He paced forward again. Two hundred years and yet you still havent moved an inch. Even to me, thats dreadful.
Her icy glare melted, and her sealed gorge broke. Enough.
Or perhaps youd prefer staying a chained war hound for the rest of your life? High from Eights restless face, Finos snarky laugh ever grew.
You impudenC
Five. Eight. A few swift words flowed into the garden and closed the quarrel just as swiftly. The voice was ear-splitting, commanding, and hoarse. Here comes the most troubling one, Fino sighed. He preferred to keep his gaze on Eight, rather than turn his squinting eyes towards the approaching footsteps.
Six? Eight didnt share the sentiment and tilted her head instantly. Ive heard of your return, but I didnt expect you would be back on duty so quickly. What affair do you have at the Arkeep? Eight asked, abandoning her scorn and reverting back to her woeful look once more.
Pensive or livid? Pick one already. Fino stared at the capricious silver knight with judging eyes.
Six marched towards them, his great frame scarcely squeezed through the garden gate. Im an Ace just as much as you two. Do I need a reason to visit or depart from my lodging? he faced Fino and Eight, staring down from above.
Has he gotten even taller? Fino couldnt remember when the last time he had seen Six, but he was sure that he couldnt have grown this much. Damn bastard. Hogging all to yourself, Fino clicked his tongue subtly, though he doubted Six would notice from that height.
Everyone and their roundabout tongue. Fine, ignore me asking. Eight crossed her arms and shook her head to the side as if she were a pouting child throwing a tantrum.
Six grinned briefly, then tilted his neck to Fino. Five. Its quite rare to see you not in the confine of your chamber.
Seriously? The same question twice in one day? Im not that lazy, Fino seethed, but he knew better than to grow restless from the words of brutes. I have duties to attend to as well. Youre not the only one whos busy. Fino smiled blankly. He wished to spit onto the fieldboots of Six, yet he restrained his impulse as the cold wind shivered his spine and limbs. Whether out of decorum or angst, he wasnt certain.
Do you now? Duties in Dreamcity no doubt? With his brows raised and body pressed closer, Six interrogated Fino as a Sentinel would.
What is it to you? Fino took one step back. The foul stench of grime, ash, and tavern rum soaked to Sixs navy coat and pants was too much for even Fino to handle. Though his pearly skin was yet to be drenched in booze, nor was his golden bun and goatee reeked of sweat and smoke.
Youre an Archetype, you should act as such. The Prime Sentinel sighed and gripped Finos shoulder.
Again? Are they just parroting each other? Is there a hidden script? Fino groaned silently. He felt as if Six was about to rip off his arm entirely from his torso, but his little pride wouldnt allow him to reveal it to Six.
Archetype isnt a position. I dont believe your Prime Sentinel seat levy enough rule to dictate what one should be. With all his might, Fino cast Sixs palm off his shoulder. After all, Im an Archetype just as much as you. Do I need a reason to act dishonestly? he smirked shakenly while caressing his aching arm.
Regardless of what you deem to be dishonest or otherwise, your slothful impulses dont impact you alone. The Prime Sentinel further admonished Fino, after all, he was no stranger to overstepping his bounds. Im willing to offer you help. His reprimand ceased, though Fino could still feel hints of belittlement in his proposal.
Fino waved his hand unflappably at the meddlesome ecliant. No thanC
I can assign you a small role in the Hunt Corp if you so wish. Six carried on. Regain some glory for yourseC
No thank you. Finos waving stopped and he stamped his foot afront Six, though he failed to startle the giant of an ecliant. Unless Im dealing with baby dragons, Id rather have my hind uncharred and limbs intact. Fino mocked, albeit to himself. Hell, you should repair your own glory before minding others. Fino mocked, no longer to himself.
Cmon, you wanna hit me? Do it. I dare you. Fino glimpsed from the corner of his smirk, though the grey and orderly Six did not push an inch from his post.
You bring disgrace to our name. Every day you tally further shame to us. Eight responded in the place of the silent goliath, to the disbelief of Fino. He would have thought that such compassion could only come from a temperate lady such as Two, and not an uptight crone like Eight.
I wasnt even aware there was a list. Fino sneered. Disgrace I may be, but at least Im harmless. In fact, as I recalled, it was not my shame but glory that killed TwC No more words could leave Finos mouth. A giant palm gripped around his neck entirely, choking and pressing him against the statue of Nine. His back was seared by the frozen shell, while his feet frantically kicked about as they were floating above the wet snowfield. His hands were desperately scratching and prying at the vice that was locked to his throat.
Not another word out of you. Six warned Fino, though his voice wasnt so threatening to Finos collapsing ears.
Streams of saliva trailed down from both sides of his lips, while his teeth kept grinding together. Who do you think you are? Ark? You dont get to tell me what to dC
Sixs fist tightened until his nails sank into Finos skin.
Finos face was surely reddened while sight blackening, as he felt the ending morsel of air being squeezed out of his breath. Are you going to kill anothC
The giants grip tautened further and lifted Fino higher. Fino felt as if his throat was thoroughly crushed. As his eyes befell and limbs collapsed, from the corner of his tearing lids, Fino beheld silhouettes of dastard and loathsome Centum Lords and Ladies roaming the sunken keep. Though his vision was waning, Fino knew their kind. Few sniggered, others winced, most were still, of that he was sure of. Enjoying the show, dipshits? With the last wisp of his might, Fino muttered and raised a leer.
Thats enough, Six. Let him go. A warm voice spoke out, and Finos sight scarcely glimmered back as the clutch dimly loosened. Fino was never so grateful to have cold air enter his lungs. With his eyes glistened, Fino sighted Eight gripping Sixs forearm with one palm while the other rested on the hilt of Tria. Though her arm was half the size of Sixs, he complied and released Finos neck.
The murky soil caught Fino once more, it grazed his knees and coated him in wet grime as if he were a rolling pig. He panted relentlessly, desperately grasping for air, though it ached with each huff as though he was still being choked. He held onto his neck, ever so gently and carefully. Drops of blood smeared onto his fingertips when he touched the deep and scorching dent left behind by the brute''s palm and nails. Still painted with mud and groaning, he could not care less to lift himself up. He could not care less if he was kneeling before Six. He could not care less if the arrogant swine prancing about in this colourless castle ridiculed him. He could not care less if what little dignity he had left was utterly tarnished into the dirt with him.
Fino glimpsed above, at Eight, he could still hardly believe that she of all people would shield him. Damn brute Fino panted and glared at Six. Did something happen to him? Fino thought. The Prime Sentinel was as wicked as they come, yet he was never this receptive to Finos provocation.
Six pulled out a handkerchief from within his coat and polished his fist as if it were a bloodied mace. That big mouth of yours will be your undoing. He said calmly, seemingly aloof to his own transgression.
Its been doing right by me so far. The wisdom of my tongue can charm the fairest queens to whimsical maidens, and drive the noblest knights to mindless beasts. Fino mocked, as he shakenly raised himself back up.
Do what you will at Dreamcity. The giant sighed out a gust of wind. But best be in your finest conduct, else even my station wont be able to free you. With a fierce leer that could rival that of a dragon, he warned Fino.
Though Fino has long since forgotten what a true dragon resembled. The Realms Guardian, Millenium, could scarcely be marked as the mighty skybeast it once was any longer. Her body has grown too large for her wings, and her appetite too docile and soft for her fangs. When Fino last visited Nium, she had lost all of her vigour and radiance that she once bore during the Iron War.
Duly noted, Lord Prime. Fino grinned, though while trembling in his timbers.
Excuse me. For a moment, Six readorned his Prime Sentinel cloak and discharged himself dutifully.
With each parting step from his mighty stride, Sixs boots sank into the snow pile and it engulfed his ankles. His back was shown to Fino and Eight was wide and proud, while his stance was straight and poised, Fino could hardly recognise the same person who had just wronged him. The flock of gossiping Lords and Ladies still sheltering under the canopy, parted in two when the bear of a man marched through them. The crowd scattered away, incessantly staring back as if they were being chased by an ogre. A very leisurely pacing ogre. Good riddance, Fino tittered, still unsure of what to think of Sixs deed.
I thought inheriting my post would have repressed his temper ever so slightly, Eight crossed her arms, eyeing the fleeing Prime Sentinel. Not quite. Once his shadow had entirely vanished, she sighed.
You say as if he begged and you gave. Fino jeered, still holding on to his bleeding neck. A fleeting squabble with Six wouldnt be enough to stop his mouth, though it did almost crush his throat.
Eight returned her attention to Fino, though disparagingly. And I also thought adorning the badge of an Ace would have quelled your fatuity, reaching into the pocket of her trousers, she took out a pink handkerchief and tossed it at Fino. Evidently not. She sighed further.
Fino barely managed to catch the handkerchief in between his slippery fingers. More reasons for why you shouldnt be our Prophet then. Heeding your divinations would raze Xearth to ashes no doubt. He gently dabbed the hankie to his reddened neck, though it pricked his wounds with uncut threads. The cotton was coarse and sewn unevenly. Its cloth of pink and embroidered with the liking of a sword, or perhaps a tower, or maybe a stick. Whoever sewed this should never hold a needle and threads again, Fino was sure that even he could have sewn a finer hankie.
You and your silver tongue. If nothing else, that is the sole thing you have us all beat. Eight complimented Fino, though her stony guise made it feel less than flattery and more akin to mockery. Begone then. Waste your sense away in the city of dreams. Perhaps drowning in wine and women would kindle you one day to matters of worth. She proclaimed aloud and flapped her hand toward Fino as if she were casting a spell to dispel pests in her garden.
She sure does love talking in riddles. But who am I to say? Fino smirked. Thank you? I suppose. The blood on his neck was clotted and his legs were no longer shaking. Fino paced away from Eight and waved at her with the stained handkerchief. Have a wonderful rest of your daC
Wait, one more thing.
For fuck sake, He begrudgingly flung his neck back, aching it once more. What now? he said, unkindly.
Four has returned. It was confirmed at the council, not that you would know. Eight relayed. Her face unveiled an ephemeral smile, though it felt bleak instead of joyful.
Frou? Shes still alive? Fino asked, he couldnt decide on whether to be staggered or unbothered.
It would seem so. Though her whereabouts are still largely unknown. Eight held her chin between her bent forefinger and thumb, while her pupils gazed to the sky as if she was pondering about a difficult riddle. She could be hidden in the many empty alleys of Sentry, she shook her head lightly to the left. Mayhap lurking in the barren woods shielding Screwpile, she shook her head lightly to the right. Or perhaps even amongst the many inns and brothels of Dreamcity. She redirected her infamous icy stare at Fino.
She cant be serious, Fino thought. He has never loved Frou, nor has he ever hated her. They have barely ever talked throughout the two centuries they''ve known each other. Yet he has always wondered how such a meek and cowardly girl, who had always hidden behind and clung to the loincloth of Seven, could ever take up arms and rebel against the Centum Order. What Six did to her was awful. But even then, Fino murmured. Though she was his enemy by all laws of the land, he was never one to follow their rules.
So what now? You want me to catch her? he asked, though her answer would not matter.
Of course not. I wouldnt even trust you to catch a mouse. The Heart Corp would send forces to apprehend the rebels. Eight ridiculed the thought. Though Fino only bore wounds inflicted by Six, that affront somehow stung more than any stabs to his throat. Im merely advising you to keep your eyes open and head sobered. Worthless you may be, but as long as youre still coated in our fleece, you deserve to know that much. She warned kindly, or at least her own brand of kindness.
Well, thank you. Lets pray that I do not encounter her. For all of our sake. Fino extended out his hand, the one unstained by blood.
On that, we agree. Eight shook his hand firmly. A bit too firm, as he felt his fingers being grinded in her soft palm. Safe travels. She unleashed his swollen hand and faced where Six did.
The Lady of Novathens sauntered by the bed of withered flowers and frozen statues, her eyes gleamed and charmed to the cold beauty. Even when bounded within the mightiest walls in Sentry, the knight held tight to her gifted sword, never releasing its hilt, and never permitting its scabbard to be soiled by flickering droplets from melted puddles. Eight reached under the warm canopy, now emptied of snow and conceited nobles, and there her bewitching pallor, cladded in bleached armour and mantle, vanished from Finos eyes as well.
That was oddly kind of her. Now I kinda feel bad, Fino thought, though he could yet believe that a woman, whose heart could only be thawed by the flames of war, could have changed that much. What is she up to? he muttered to himself.
There Fino stood alone in the garden. The sun and its grace that had scorched Finos skin have all been engulfed by waves of clouds. The snow littered over sculptures and the icicles hung to tall rooftops have all melted over the yard and turned to pools of crystal water. Into the water mirror, Fino glanced at himself. His grey blouse and baggy pants were dishevelled and dyed in mud. His black hair resembled a bird nest, the hair tie could scarcely contain his bun any longer. The imprint and punctures inflicted by Six laid over the faded markings from the Iron War. The reflection of him was undoubtedly miserable. Fino would have cackled and jeered until he collapsed if this were to happen to any other Archetypes. Yet no one was there to laugh at him. Nice mug, Fino sniggered to himself. He harshly slapped his own knee until it stung worse than Sixs choke. His cadence ever grew shriller until the nearby resting jays fled in a flock. His eyes unwet and post unmoved, still trapped within the garden, besieged by a band of familiar stones.
Dreamcity Here we go again, his laughter echoed for naught but the audience of winter spirits who haunted the keep, perhaps it would one day dispel them away as well.
Chapter 5 – Sitri: “The Fooled Mind and The Foul Mouth”
What a headache, he sighed, still cladded in a white coat that hadnt been washed for weeks. The recent revelation that he learned of still plagued his mind.
The chamber he sat in was wide, silent, and colourless. Shelves packed with dishevelled tomes, and tables lifting dusty trophies littered throughout the room. He stretched his sore back and rested his arms on the soft armrests of his mighty seat while kicking his legs onto his vast desk. His personal table held splintered pens and broken quills, which sat atop battered sketchbooks spoiled with scribbles of untold constructs. At the edge of his desk, a wooden nameplate lay coated in dust, and on it was carved the name, Six-Two-Six / Sitri Asai, and below them was the title, Head of Newspecs.
Sitri has been in his office for days, to the dismay of his frail joints, yet to the elation of his spirited mind. What could it be? he sighed louder, pinching his aching forehead.
Excuse me, My Lord? Did you call for me? A silky and tempered voice whimpered from the end of the chamber. The steelborn has been stationed there since sunset and every other that rose before. Coated entirely in black vestment over her pale skin, and armed with a longsword at her waist, she was ever still and quiet as a statue, yet for the many days she has dwelt under his roof, he could neither remember her name nor her worth.
What? No, no, no. Ignore what I said. The shrunken man mumbled. His golden fringe floated over his silver eyes, concealing his grimace though itching his forehead in return.
Very well, My Lord. She answered dutifully. She resumed her stance and her rosy eyes stared off at the wall, where mounted the head of a dragon with scarlet scales, its skull sized to that of a wine barrel yet Sitri felt as if its aura merely rivalled that of a house gecko. Though it was his private quarter, the memory of who gifted him that trophy no longer lingered.
How about you just leave? Why are you even here? he knew she was there to ensure his safety and diligence, yet the courage to proclaim it was not housed in his husk.
The lone thought occupying his gifted dome was the fable hearsay from a madman. The company, Newspecs, for many decades, has brought forth many creations that defied the decrees mandated by nature and Ark. Colossal serpents housed beneath the earth and sand. Beasts in fleeces of steel that roamed every inch of the land. Scaly enchantresses of the sea who allured men into the depths with their embrace. Yet despite all of his novel makings, the idea of a rod that spits embers has never flickered past his mind and onto his design manuscript. I bet he would be so proud if I could In fact maybe not, Sitri yawned and scratched his head, tearing away strands of his golden fleece and smiting down the dwelling lice.
The dull morning that Sitri so cherished ended abruptly with an unwanted knock on the door that he had been dreading for many sleepless nights. The thump on the wooden shell was particularly grating to his ears.
Please enter, Sitri shouted courteously, though reluctantly, and hastily descended his boots from the comfort of his cushioning desk. Could you? he gestured at the rusty steelborn, whose feet have been firmly planted at the same spot for hours.
Her pale face lit up and her pinkish orbs dilated. Sitri could tell she would have hopped up in joy if it werent for her station and his imposing presence. If you wanted to stretch, just say so, Sitri derided wordlessly, refusing to meet her elated gaze.
The guard in black reached for the door hastily and opened it.
Squinting his white eyes, Sitri tried to discern the silhouette before it entered his quarters, yet he soon wished he hadn''t. It wasnt the object who haunted his recent evenings, for it was less worrisome and rather more bothersome. To think that he had bothered withdrawing his legs from his table for such a pesky visitor. Sitri winced, perhaps picking up one of the many pens resting on his desk and stabbing his own eyes would have been kinder than treating them with the approaching sight.
Lord Sitri, the guest bowed, though dastardly, at least Sitri deemed so. My apologies for disturbing your morn. The mans veneer of benevolence coated over his usual grin. He was buried in an impeding and thick coat of brown, with a blue scarf strangling his neck. If Sitri hadnt known better, he would have thought that a muddy jester had come to offer their service.
Bao, Sitri grunted. His dastard grin was the second to last image he wanted to be recorded in his dazed morning mind.
And whos your lovely lady in waiting? he turned his attention towards the attendant. I believe I havent had the pleasure. Lovely to meet you. My name is Bao Lanlong, though perhaps I wouldnt mind gifting my serial-name to a polished gem such as yourself. He stroked his fingers through her dark strands. She was quite tall yet he still glanced down at her from above as if she was a dwarf.
Damn creep, Sitri cursed. His flirtatious habit has not waned in the slightest, no matter how awkward it is for prying eyes.
Its a pleasure to meet you, My Lord. My name is Wendy. The girl murmured, and then Sitri was finally reminded of her name. For a silent and stoic guard, she was wholly enamoured by his crimson eyes and brunet head.
A beautiful name for an even fairer lady. Your beauty is wasted here standing guard for this manC
Do you plan on stating your needs? Or did you only come to seduce my staff and insult my seat? Sitri emptied his gorge, startling the entranced lady and her charmer.
Of course not. My apologies. He leered coolly, seemingly twisted into a changed person altogether. Wendy dear, could you please give us two some time to ourselves? he asked kindly, reverting to his prince charming farce.
Of course, My Lord. Wendy stuttered and blushed, trying poorly to avert her gaze away from Baos. May I, Lord Sitri? She requested Sitri to withdraw, though it appeared she had already received the order from elsewhere.
Get out of my sight, Sitri prisoned the thought inside his mind and instead nodded nonchalantly.
Ill excuse myself then, Lord Sitri, Lord Bao. She bowed dutifully and reached for the entrance. Bao winked at her before the door shut wholly, parting her with one last blush.
A beautiful attendant you got yourself there. I have always thought you were more a man of steel than flesh. Bao laughed, still staring at the sealed gate as if he could stare through the wall and reach Wendy if he willed it hard enough.
I thought the same of you. Sitri mocked the ecliant in heat. He was never one to pay heeds to any less than an ecliant.
Bao didnt refute his remark. How have you been, old friend? He smiled widely, yet it felt hollow.
How have I been? We met less than a week ago. Sitri didnt return the false favour.
Accept and return the pleasantries, Lord Sitri. Bao held his smile. It was becoming faintly unsettling for how long his beam was enduring.
Your pleasantries are worth as much as a dented bronze ark. Perhaps even less. If he could, Sitri would have spat at his eery grin.
A single ark could go a long way. The guest laughed, albeit by himself.
Not when it comes out of your purse. Sitri clicked his tongue.
His laughter ceased, and his smile folded. Ark, save me, Bao sighed and cursed. I could tell that cooping in this office all day has really done wonders for your speech. His sly scowl reminded Sitri of days gone by.
And I could tell that all of your charitable works have done wonders for your ego as well.
Youre the only man who could twist acts of philanthropy to such trivial fatuity. Baos sigh ever grew, as he took a seat opposed to Sitri, without awaiting approval. Well, perhaps these deeds would indeed be beneath you. Cleansing the realm, and feeding the poor and orphaned, they must all be foreign words to such a brilliant mind, Bao chuckled in contempt.
You think your forged goodwill and tributes give you the right to preach from that loathsome mouth? Yet to be cleansed of heinous profanities?
My donations save the lives of ecliants throughout Xearth, while your creations only sowed havoc, his mockery hurled at Sitri from across the table. I have the right to judge you and your ilk.
The mettle to stain the hosts pride while lodging in his walls and under his roof, the uncouth fool had not changed at all. If it is so terrible, then why come back to Newspecs? Finally out of money from running your charity and now wish to reap the profit from the companys destructions? Sitri laughed, albeit by himself.
Never, Bao muttered gravely, even Sitri was taken aback. Id never return to this forsaken hole even if Ark himself willed it. Bao avowed as he had once long ago.
Sitri could not find the right words to rebut. Affronted or disheartened, he could not tell nor see, as his breath palpitated and vision reddened. He was the golden boy armed with a sharp tongue and blessed with a bright mind, yet this frivolous philanderer sat before him as if it was still his office, unbothered and unbowed. He cracked his knuckles and squeezed his stomach, as it took all Sitri had to not shout or perhaps laugh at this outlandish affair.
I didnt come here as a patron of Newspecs. I came here as a friend of yours. Bao claimed, yet lying for his need was hardly ever beneath him.
State your business then, Sitri said while still recouping his breath.
The unwelcomed guest sat up straight and with his bloodred orbs, stared resolutely into Sitris silvers. You probably already know what I am going to say.
More or less, Sitri yawned.
About the recent meeting, Bao took in a deep breath as if the air was in shortage. Though Sitri wouldnt have inhaled that intensely if he were him, after all, his chamber had hardly been dusted and aerated for days now, yet he also did not want to warn the fool. The whole ordeal about the watcher and his tale about a wand. What do you make of it? He glowered at the framed dragons head with puzzled eyes and twitching nostrils, perhaps he believed the foul stench to seep from the mounted skull.
You fancy wielding weapons of destruction now? Sitri goaded the scoundrel.
Not quite. Merely intrigue of the story it bears. Bao averted his gaze back.
Bao shrugged his shoulders flippantly. Even if you ask me, there isnt much information to go after. The man was most likely delirious from the traumatic event. Never trust the words of a man who escaped death by sheer luck.
I know you dont believe that.
What I believe does not matter. The facts squandered my beliefs.
You talk as if youve experienced death before. The crooks smirk returned.
You dont exactly need to be impaled by a spear to know that it hurts like hell, Sitri explained exasperatedly, for stabs and gashes were strangers to a man of the white coat and inked pen as him. But Ill entertain your fantasy. If what the man saw was true, then it would mean that a group of ragtag rebels have acquired weapons that even the greatest minds of the Centum Order havent conjured yet. A frightful thought to utter, dont you think?
Indeed, Bao muttered.
However, weapons are still tools and wielded by fragile humans at that. As long as the Centum Order bears superior men and beasts in our force, no amount of magical trinkets with burning tips would save them. Bao was the last person that Sitri needed to give a sermon on the fragility of humans, yet hed take any chance to lecture over Bao.
Flesh could only go so far. You need to fight steel with steel.
Was that why you meld and hewn the meterases? How did steel on steel turn out for you? Sitri asked mordantly. If it werent for Baos debauched mind, Xearth wouldnt have been swarmed with those metal pests and be led into a long sorrowful period of economic collapse, The Hoary Woe, and Sitri wouldnt have to put in more time in devising preventive measures.
We all make mistakes, Bao smirked, his proof of an Ace shielding him from blame for negligence. Mine at the very least was still less egregious than the abominations youve let roamed the seas and sands.
Not my greatest inventions, I must admit. Sitri chuckled with his arms raised straight as if he was held under arrest by the Sentinels. For the countless golden discoveries that Newspecs have made in the name of the Centum Order, there were countless blunders as well.
The powers weve conjured, they are never ours. Many strengths weve created, yet they were bestowed on others. Engraved into others flesh, and not our own. Bao poured his heart and thoughts out.
Your point being?
I believe the swords, bows, and shields far surpass any pesky metal dogs, man-eating fishmen, and fire-breathing reptiles weve made. We need less of those and more of steels. Bao said, his poise collected yet his voice faintly cracked.
Rarely could Sitri witness a man who spends his days as a heated mutt be this serious. If any other ecliant had worded that verse, perhaps Sitri would have been awestruck, yet hed give no clemency nor praise to the fool sitting afront him.
I thought you said you dont want nor need one? Sitri asked.
I dont. The visitor claimed.
Yeah sure, Sitri rolled his eyes. Listen, Bao. This whole ordeal is not possible.
And why have you given up already? The meddling ecliant would not quit his pointless interrogation. I saw you at the hearing. That wasnt the face of a man who yields at the impossible. Bao commended Sitri.
If he thought that backhanded praise would be enough to sway Sitris verdict, he was sorely mistaken.
If youre so curious then make one yourself. Sitri huffed tiringly, this pointless dialog has gone on for far too long, for far too little worth.
Bao laughed at his remark and swayed his eyes around Sitris chamber of tomes. Be serious, Sitri. Even back in Harford, you were the thinking one, and I the talking. All of my finest works were team efforts.
A husk whose dome was their only redeeming worth, that inference irked Sitri though it shouldnt. Well, with your endless pocket, you should have no problem assembling the finest minds in Xearth for your little group projecC
A piercing thump on the desk left its surface dented, and the once-seated guest now stood tall, staring down at the host with a preying glare as if he were his foe. I need you to help me, Sitri. Bao roared. His shout reverberated throughout the chamber.
Sitri even caught a faint shriek from beyond the door, akin to a lily-livered maiden instead of a silent guardian.
Such tools that could raze the land are unneeded to me. Yet its origin is an enigma that plagues my mind. Bao declared, his breath paced erratically while his pupils trembled wildly. Even a dishonest man could make such a face at times. I need to know it, and youre among the few whom I trust could find the answer. His tenor calmed ever so slightly and lapsed back to that of a Lord, instead of a wild beast. You owe me that much.
You cant just keep playing that same card, Sitri mumbled while staring down at the ashen floor of stone.
Im still a man of trade after all. I require my recompense in full. Bao chuckled softly.
For Arks sake. This is why I hate talking with you. Bao groaned, followed by a faint chuckle as well.
Thats odd? Ive been told that Im an absolute joy to converse with, Bao bragged, yet it felt less to uplift himself but to belittle Sitri. Unlike a certain loner I know who couldnt even hold a conversation with a girl to save his life back in university, he leered jeeringly at
You just have to bring this up Sitris face reddened slightly, whether out of shame or rage, he could not tell. It has been over a decade since the two graduated from Harford University, the most prestigious institute for scholars in all the realm. Yet though it bore gifted scholars commanded by brilliant Arbiters, thousands of ancient scrolls and tomes, and a colossal archive that trumped over all else in Xearth, they could only teach Sitri to think but not to talk. It pained Sitri to admit, but he perhaps learned the most in that regard from the garrulous clown afront him.
Unlike a certain slacker who enrolled in an easy department, the Stairs of Construct took every single morsel of energy I had. Sitri retorted. The Stairs of Construct was a department of study in Harford that he attended for years in his youth, and if it hadnt been for its teachings on the arts of craft and smith, Sitri could never have hoped to rebuild Newspecs. Yet he often reminisced on whether it was truly worth it. Sitri traded all in the pursuit to attain knowledge, and now his sacrifices had bear fruit, yet he could still not reclaim what was lost.
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Dont you dare slander the Stairs of Antiquity and Geology like that. Theres nothing more crucial than understanding our history and land. It separates us from the divided mass amongst us, and illiterate barbarians out East. Bao rebutted.
Though his gift for the crafts nigh-rivalled that of Sitri, Bao throughout his entire tenure at Harford found more interest in the subject of history and refused to further hone his gift. Yet, even so, he was still able to raise Newspecs from the ashes alongside Sitri. Some people are just born lucky, and that injustice still vexed Sitri to this day. If Bao had become an even more skilled craftsman than Sitri, perhaps he would not even bother being alive today.
Bao sprung up from his seat, and faced the proclaimed historian, though his face merely reached Baos chin. You only get to say that since youre the only graduate from that department that came out not adorning the cloak of a common foot soldier or lifeless watcher. Sitri jeered.
Perhaps, Bao grinned, his gaze softened for a brief instant. The girls in our department were far prettier than yours though.
Well, at least our facilities were finer.
Our dorm was spryer.
Our quarters were bigger.
We had more eyes and able men.
We received more funding.
Our Arbiter was nicer.
The Headmaster favoured our Stairs over yours.
Our lives were freer.
Our minds were more polished.
Their childish back-and-forth chatter went on for a while, longer than it ever should have. Neither would give an inch until the two were sweating and panting relentlessly. Their incessant gasps soon turned to chortles, and those grew to laughter. Neither could seem to find what was particularly humorous about the engagement, yet Sitri could not quell his arching lips. This same throb that ached his abdomen and creased his cheeks reminded Sitri of his days in Harford as its student and not its Arbiter of Construct, when merriment came easier to him, and the guest before him was not merely an acquaintance. As time corrodes even the tallest of towers and mightiest of mountains, their bond fell to ruin when Bao left Newspecs to pursue his ideal of steel. Yet for this fleeting moment, perhaps relishing in it would not be too bad.
So are you in? Bao asked, wiping away the tears from his eyelids.
What if I say no? Sitri responded, holding on to his stomach as the throbbing subsided.
Nothing. What could a humble Lord such as myself even do to the Head of Newspecs? Bao shrugged flippantly, it was startling for him to give up that simply.
Youre not making this any easier, Sitri sighed, accompanied by a tired chuckle. Id consider looking into it. No promises. Im a busy man after all. Aside from his post at the helm of Newspecs and his seat at the round of the Aces, Sitri was also the Arbiter of Construct at Harford University. His work and time are valued greatly by the Centum Order, and he could not simply disregard them all in favour of one mans delusion.
Youre fooling nobody. I know youd do it, Bao smirked, the knave dared to deny Sitris claim. Yet if there were one man to understand and share Sitris duties and worries, it would be the grinning jester before him.
You evidently do not remember how petty I could be. So you better cease any further yammering before I make you remember, Sitri warned Bao cheerily, a rather pitiful warning.
Bao chortled lightly at the caution, to the displeasure of Sitri even though it was expected. I hate saying it to you of all people, but thank you. The man embroidered with a crass tongue and stony mask mumbled gauchely with his eyes averted from Sitris. Swiftly followed by a brash cough, though he wasnt fooling anyone for once with his paltry act. Sitri could tell it was an arduous effort for Bao to utter those two words, even Sitri wouldnt return the goodwill if it were him.
If only Wendy was here as my witness for this momentous occasion. Sitri wept theatrically, befitting for the recipient.
Dont push it, Bao said, his voice no longer wavered and tongue-tied, though his face did reddened to a tint that even Wendy couldnt reach.
His sulking face, plumped and bright like a tomato, reminded Sitri of when Bao was still polishing his flirtatious craft through gruelling trials. His abundant failures brought great joy and amusement to Sitri during his laborious years in Harford. The bold flirt even dared to seduce the previous Headmaster, though perhaps that was one amongst many that he did not regret.
A gentle yet firm knock on his chambers door, accompanied by a call from beyond it robbed Sitri of his fleeting remembrance. Lord Sitri, your guest has arrived, the voice was Wendys, now Sitri was certain of.
Is he here? The mere thought of him aggrieved Sitris dome far more than any migraines could. Though his quarters were wide, and lone he and Bao housed it, Sitri felt as if the stony walls were suffocating him, that the pens and quills were skewering him, and that the dragons head would be reborn from a blaze and devour him. He gulped and wiped sweats off his head, while his pupils quivered frantically. Sitri struck his own chest, hoping that his forceful might would quell his rampaging breath and quaking heart, yet it couldnt, for Sitri did not inherit the same might as him. The strike merely brought Sitri further pain onto his frail body and a puzzled stare from Bao.
You were booked today? Bao asked.
Unfortunately, Sitri mumbled dully. You should leave.
Very well then. Well keep in touch. The man who speaks to upon hundreds and thousands for a living bid his farewell. He has always known when to cease meddling in impertinent matters, that even Sitri could not deny him of. Bao carefully brushed his coat of brown and graciously placed his seat back in place for the impending guest, before sauntering back towards the entry.
As Bao grasped the doorknob, it burst open inward, almost slamming onto his face if he hadnt stepped back swiftly. From the other side, a grand figure emerged, adorned in his old navy coat beset with badges and holes. Sitri had known him for decades, though that fleeting period pales compared to the coat that has warmed him for over a century. The great yet frightening Lord marched into Sitris office, his colossal stature could scarcely fit through the doorframe. Squeezing behind the giant was Wendy. She appeared to be even more rattled than Sitri. Though her mouth was agape, not one word would leave her lips, and though her arms were flapping ceaselessly, not one finger dared to stop the intruder. If this was any other occurrence, Wendy would have been fired and caged, though even Sitri could hardly fault her considering who her mark was.
Lord Six? Bao spoke composedly. None would be able to tell that he was almost struck unconscious by a wooden board. What a delightful surprise meeting you here. How fare was your journey to the Dragons Ranges? He greeted courteously, though only in words and not posture.
It was quite an arduous expedition, Lord Bao. If not for the arks that you had contributed to our cause, I fear that the worst would have come. The Prime Sentinel repaid accordingly. Though his dim smile greeted Baos, Sitri could feel an unnerving glower looming down on him.
You have no need to undermine yourself, Lord Six. Winged reptiles and barbaric raiders could never hope to match our peerless Prime Sentinel. The flatterer did what he did best.
It is unneeded to hold me in such high regard. Yet, thank you. May the trust between the Sentinels and the Lanlong Foundation last evermore. The Prime Sentinel held his dim smile, unsettling Sitri.
As long as I have arks to spend, Ill devote all to the greater good for all ecliants, Bao stated. His strangely earnest face made it feel as if it was a declaration to the entirety of Nix. Though dont expect me to pour in as much arks as the Lady of Eden. I know my limit as well. It didnt take long or much for Baos face to recur cheerily.
The blank smile that has endured since he stepped foot within this quarters was the Prime Sentinels sole response to Baos attempt at joking. However, that was still a better reaction than Sitri would have received.
The magnetic Bao was stunted and mellowed when confronted with an immovable wall. Even his irrepressible mouth which knew no limits could no longer stall for him nor Sitri. I wish that we could have more time to confer about our partnership, but it seems you two have other business to attend to. Ill bother you no longer then. Bao leered back at Sitri, discreetly yet dejectedly.
My thanks. The Prime Sentinel bid his gratitude, his smile unchanged.
Whatever, Sitri mumbled as quietly as he could.
I bid you well, Lord Six, Lord Sitri. Bao bent pithily. If it werent for the nauseating air of the chamber suffocating him, Sitri would have scorned him for his feigned pleasantry.
As do I, Lord Bao. The Lord of All Sentinels said, in monotony, with his smile held high.
Bye. Sitri said, in monotony, with his eyes rolled down.
It was time for Lord Bao to depart, and Wendy escorted him out. Sitri would have wished if those two could stay and bear witness to the forthcoming quandary, but he had neither the strength nor humility to plead. The gate locked, the windows draped over, and no shadows but one of a giant, a craven, and a dragon lingered.
Six-Two-Six, with his smile vanishing wholly, the Sixth Archetype uttered Sitris serial-name. It is a customarily uncouth conduct to enact upon a Lord without their endorsement, yet Sitri could do naught but wallow in silence.
Father, Sitri replied meekly. Though they shared no root nor blood, Sitri, alongside his six stepsiblings, has been under the care of Lord Six ever since they were mere babes.
How have you been? Father asked. His face was as cold and grim as ever despite his gleaming eyes and mane of gold. It brought shivers down Sitris spine as if he were a child again.
I am well, Father. Your kindness warms me. Sitri stuttered nervously.
Thats good to hear.
As it commonly went with all of their discussion, few words were spoken and a long silence ensued.
Father hasnt moved a step since Bao departed, nor has he taken a seat despite being cladded in thick garments and armed with iron. It is Sitris quarters, after all, perhaps Fathers principle would not permit him to rest before the host permitted first. Shivers and sweats returned at the mere thought of dispensing orders to his Father, yet he could hardly stomach this lasting and awkward stillness any longer.
How can I be of help, Father? Sitri stood up from his seat and asked, his muscles tensed up all the while. It must be a matter of utmost paramount for you to reach out to me as soon as you return. He smiled wryly.
Nothing to that degree. Only a few matters I require reports on. Fathers glare pierced and broke Sitris falsehood.
Understood. How can I be of service then, Father? Sitri offered, holding himself as calmly as his pounding heart and raging breath would allow. If not for the grand table separating the two, Sitris quivering legs would have been exposed to the one man who could not see him in this state.
The recent expedition has further proven to me that we need to reinforce and invest in more defensive measures against wild threats.
Shit, Sitri cursed, knowing what was to come.
Provide me with an update. How much progress have you made in that regard? Though Father stood still on the other side of the desk, Sitri felt as if he had been slowly encroaching toward him.
About that, Sitri mumbled while scratching his neck profusely and staring downwards at his boots. There are a few prototypes that weve constructed, but were unsure of their effectiveness and efficiency on the field, he murmured like a toddler.
Sitri didnt expect much nor did he long for his Fathers acknowledgment any longer. Yet a solemn sigh lifted his head upwards, whereby the glimpse of a familiar grimace painted with frustration and disappointment brought Sitri to the point of repelling his churning stomach.
But we are devising many upcoming plans, and Im sure they would be exactly what you needC Sitris unnerved ramble did not last long, as Fathers glare forced Sitri to cease promptly.
My apologies, Father. Ive been so preoccupied with work at Newspecs and Harford that I havent been able to, Sitri mumbled. He has taken on far too many titles around Xearth, that he could scarcely fulfill all of his duties in time.
Enough. His Lord Father sighed. Youre a Lord now. This is an act unbecoming of one.
Im sorry.
Father further sighed. You alone is a Lord yet you could still learn a thing or two from your brothers and sisters.
You think I dont know that? Sitri could never seem to imitate his siblings efforts that Father so cherished. He was not as gifted in combat as Sarianna, nor could he be as benevolent and enchanting as Sygmond.
With the table as his guise, Sitri clenched his fists tightly though his small and frail palms could not endure for long. My apologies.
I said enough. Father worded firmly. No one cares for your incessant apologies. Do so only when it matters.
Understood, Father.
Compile and send the prototypes and documented research to my Wing. Even inept gears would suffice more than none at all. Father ordered.
As you wish, Father.
Sitri stared dully forward, he could hardly keep his eyes awake and dry. This short meeting felt as if it had lasted for hours, and Fathers few reprimands felt as if they were condemnations from Ark himself. Sitri hated every breath he took in his company, yet he wished not for this to end, as he knew not how long it would be until he next saw Father.
If theres no more report to be made, then Id take my leaveC
Yet Father shared not the sentiment. He cared not for anything Sitri had to offer aside from the content within his dome.
Wait, Father! Sitri beseeched aloud, halting Father before he could take a single step. Theres actually something, despite his brash effort, Sitri then muttered quietly.
What is it? Father grumbled.
Will you return home? Its been so long since our family has seen you. Sitri swallowed his fear and pleaded.
No, I will not. Fathers stated coldly.
They wish to see you, Father.
Im not as needed there as I am on the field.
Please, Father. Sister Sarianna would not cease praying for your safe return, Sitri explained. Though Sarianna possessed prodigious martial might, her heart fluttered too easily. Her work as an Arbiter is severely wounded by it. If this persists, she may even be stripped of her title.
Sarianna was too a professor at Harford University. As the Arbiter of Might, she drilled the art of combat into her pupils, yet for all her valour, she still couldnt seem to quell her emotion and be as merciless on the arena as Father.
Shes no longer a cradled child. A mere inconvenience such as that should not be weighing on her mind and hindering her duty. Father chided sternly, yet it felt different from usual, as if it was meant for ears not only his. That goes to you as well.
If not for Sarianna, then for Arwyle. His days at Harford are coming to an end. He means to follow your footsteps and become a Sentinel. Sitris voice broke as he further begged.
Arwyle was the youngest and purest of the seven. Hard-headed and earnest, he resembled Sitri in his youth, always vied for Fathers admiration yet none he did were enough.
He can do as he pleases, Father responded jadedly as if it was the dullest matter he could engage in.
His graduation is coming soon. All seven of us would be there for him. Though Fathers lack of interest vexed Sitri slightly, he could not forfeit yet. Im sure hed love to see you there with us.
I have other matters to attend to. Send him my regards.
ButC
Once more, with a mere glare descended from the giant, Sitris words of defiance ceased to release. Yes, Father, Sitri answered, despondently.
Facing Sitris lamented visage, Father snorted feebly. I suppose I owe you and your siblings a reason at the very least. He cleared his throat before proceeding. Ive been tasked by the Prophet to pursue and capture the uprising rebels. This would take me far away from Harford.
So youve heard of it as well, Sitri muttered. He wasnt especially surprised at the news. Aside from the Lady of Novathens, he could hardly think of any else better to hunt down the dissident threat.
And Ive also heard about the supposed fire trinket that they brandished. No doubt that subject has piqued your interest. Father added.
Sitri wasnt especially surprised at this either. As a man whose dancefloor is the battlefield and his partner is coated in iron, subjects of weaponry are the lone instances when Father would confide in Sitri.
I wouldnt go that farC Sitri stumbled on his words midway, he could not muster the courage to finish it. Yes, it has, Father. He mumbled, facing the floor once more.
What do you make of it?
Again? Sitri dreaded such interrogation, even more so coming from his Lord Father. Right now I do not have sufficient data to confirm whether such a weapon could realistically be created.
Fathers eminent scowl and sigh reappeared, prickling Sitris stomach when it had just soothed.
But with enough time, I have no doubt that Id be able to recreate one not only on par but even better than theirs, Sitri defended himself hastily, all the while trembling slimly.
Thats unneeded. Focus on the current task at hand. Father interjected as he always does.
Yes, Father.
Even Sitri himself could no longer comprehend why he so desperately grasped and longed for such approval from his Father. Such thoughts should have vanished the moment he assumed the helm at Newspecs and became his own Lord. Father would not acknowledge him nor his siblings, yet he would neither abandon his house. Why, Father? Sitris muscles further strained and his fists clamped even tighter, harming himself alone.
Once I return from apprehending the insurgents, I expect news of progress then. Father had no more to say and marched back towards the entryway.
Of course, Father.
Father did not await Sitris parting grant. Though he bore a colossal frame, his stomps toward the doorway still remained prim and dignified. The gate unbolted, and from beyond it revealed a crouching and startled lass with her ear pressed against the wooden surface. Wendys widened eyes and agape jaw when glanced up at Father were no different to Sitris. Stupid girl, Sitri palmed his face.
Good day, Lord Sitri. Father fared his parting verses, outwardly unbothered by the guards wayward conduct.
May Ark bless your travels, Lord Six. Sitri fared his own. If it werent for Fathers presence, perhaps he would have punished the prying wretch.
Father parted without looking back. His footsteps in the hallway and down the stairs could still be heard from Sitris chamber.
Lone when the sound of his roaring paces had waned, Sitri and Wendy locked the gate and sighed breaths of respite.
My Lord? Wendy gazed at Sitri, her rosy eyes and pale cheeks had regained their colour. Are you unwell? Would you likeC
Its nothing. Sitri fell his rears back down onto his throne. He panted harsher than ever, for his legs were sore and his coat drenched in streams of his own making.
Yes, My Lord. Wendy obediently resumed her position.
Actually, a request arose from his frantic dome. Bring me a bottle of wine. And some peach pie. And a glass of orange juice. And an apple. Sitri huffed madly, clutching to his soaked temple.
Wendys stiff face turned puzzled. She had just retook her station, yet now she had to break from it once more. Would that be all, My Lord?
Sitri could tell how confused she was by the demand from her stuttering and creased forehead. Dont you dare give me that look, Sitri cursed in silence.
Yes. And I want ones shipped from Arkis Port and there only. Sitri listed his demands. Fruits and beverages from that port city near Harford have always tasted the finest. Sitri began to salivate at the mere thought. If it werent for them, his youth would have been bleaker indeed.
As you wish, My Lord. Wendy bowed and obeyed, though her masquerading gaze could yet mask her confusion and slight repulsion of the slobbering sight.
Wendy too parted from Sitris quarters. The dusty chamber alone housed Sitri, along with his mountains of shredded parchments, and ornamented carcasses.
Days has he been cramped in this musky room, and even he had his limit. Leaning his rear back to his torn seat and resting his feet on the scratched table, he felt the weight of his lids bolting his silver eyes shut.
In the darkness of his mind, he conjured shapes of inventions he had meant to fashion for Father.
But he could not ink the outlines, no matter how desperately he gripped onto his quill.
In the stillness of his thoughts, he shielded his ears from the endless drivels of men wearing smiling masks.
But no matter how tight he pressed his palms against his temple, the drivels of a certain irksome man would not vanish.
In the coldness of his dome, he braced a snowstorm that buried his steps. Afront him were glimmers of his family who faded in from winter haze, housed within a shed. Father. Sarianna. Stellon. Sygmond. Wylette. Tyra. Arwyle
But they greeted him not. Their skins were paler than snow and their eyes replaced with icicles, even though the shed shielded them from the raging blizzard.
Yet a grand shadow eclipsed the shed entirely. Its fangs were longer than his siblings bodies. Its wings were vast enough to flutter away the hail with each flap. Its magnificent body of scarlet could fit the whole shed within its stomach if it so wished. Though its marvel only spanned until its neck, for its skull lay bare, absent from sight, smell, and hearing. The hollowed creature stared at Sitri, or at least Sitri thought so. The dusky sockets where its eyes should have been, granted it a guise that displayed no feeling, no mercy, no malice. It lay its talons onto the roof of the shed, yet no one minded nor budged an inch.
The scaly giant then puffed its bony jaw wide enough to fit a carriage. From the crevices between its cheekbones and fangs, traces of light emanated that then birth trails of flickering embers.
Dont Please Sitri knew. He was there after all.
The fiery beast unleashed a rain of fire down onto the shed. The light was so bright, that Sitri could barely keep his eyes open.
Sitri stood still as the shed burned under the snowstorm. Pillars and roofs were reduced to cinders, and glass was molten under the scorching storm. Though ashes rained upon and cloaked them whole, his family stood still underneath the burning roof. Sitri should shout out for them, yet he could not. The right words wouldnt fall onto his tongue. The mind that he was so proud of had been seared by the heat, though it also melted away the snow that entrapped his feeble feet.
Perhaps I should join them
Sitris eyes struck open. He gasped relentlessly with cold sweat trickling down his temple, with his blouse damper than before. The flames did not hound him from his nightmare, yet he could not cease to quiver.
Stop! Sitri fiercely jolted the table, yet it hurt him more than it did the wood. Leave me alone! He frustratingly pushed piles of manuscripts and scrolls off his table, yet he couldnt do much before the coated dust blinded his eyes and stuffed his nose. How long must it take? He tensely grabbed his wooden nameplate, then shakily hurled it at the chambers end where mounted the dragon skull, yet his feeble toss did not nearly reach its mark, and the hollowed beast waited unharmed, grinning at him all the while.
Its not my fault Its not my fault Its those wicked humans
Chapter 6 – Evens: “We Dredge, We Dine, We Dream”
Im sorry! Evens moaned, with his chafed palms and grated knees knelt on the field of grass and weeds. How many times do I have to say it? he begged, though no one from beyond the fences of this small lawn, in the even smaller shack, of this smallest district, would halt their everyday ark-seeking to heed his plea.
The winters wrath was on its last breath, and with each passing day, the sun and its grace grew in eminence to reclaim its dominion. Puddles of melted snow and ice pillars now flooded the garden of Evenss tiny hut, drenching their scarce yields along the abundant weeds that he had to remove.
Until you wouldnt need to say it again, the lady in silver coating scolded Evens. Though her arms rested on her hips and her head barely reached Evenss neck, his ma''s presence remained fearsome no matter how big Evens grew.
It wasnt my fault though! The ecliant bastard hounded me into the alley, Evens whined. It has been well over a week since the unfortunate incident, yet Mom still refused to forgive and forget.
And why were you in that alleyway? his mom probed, her ruby eyes felt as if they could pierce through Evenss lies.
Shit, Evens sealed his rebellious lips, as he yanked out a cluster of weeds. He has never been one to be able to outwit her, nor could anyone else he knew.
Evens had been crouching before the sun woke, and his back felt as if a boulder sat atop it. When will this end He whimpered like a pup, even the silver cur, Scrapper, wouldnt bark as such. Stop staring at me like that, you mutt, Evens glared at him, though it only seemed to enthral it even more, as it then spun around the murky puddles while shaking its tail back and forth. Youre lucky youre so adorable, Evens could resist no longer and patted its steel dome, his grudges over the pup had never been able to last for long.
How about you leave the dog alone, and get on with weeding? the not-so-friendly silvered hag growled.
Yes, maam. Evens moaned, releasing his grips from Scrappers cheeks and back onto the lawn.
No matter how many times Evens bent down and dug the soil, these pests of nature never seemed to end. With no blouse to shield his back, the sun shone over and grilled his hide into a pinkish tint.
Ouch! It felt as if a flower thorn pricked his fingers, yet no blood seeped out. Why do we even need to do this stupid thing Evens mumbled, squeezing onto his pricked fingers. It was hard to find the fresh wound amidst the countless other old gashes and scars surrounding it.
I heard that, Mom grumbled, her daunting glare sharpened.
Im sorry, maam! Evens dove up from his squat, spraining his joints from the leap, and fell back down to the wet yet grassy cushion.
You never learn do you, Evens? his mother sighed, yet it did not feel as though she was livid.
Mom swiftly tied her silver strands into a bun and crouched down next to Evens. Pull them quick and firmly. If you dont expel the roots, they will always come back. She effortlessly dug out handfuls of weeds. Though her palms were half the size of Evenss, and her vigour had dwindled with age, it irked Evens that his mom could still embarrass him as much, yet perchance he would not mind if it persisted.
They come back regardless Evens whispered, the sweat drenching his black curls dribbling down onto his lids and stinging his auburn orbs.
I heard that too, Mom grumbled once more, even worse this time.
This is gonna be a long day Evens moaned silently, praying that his mother wouldnt be able to pry into his dome.
Finally His bones burned and crackled like roasting lumbers from each small movement, even battling meterases werent as taxing to his body. There was not a single weed left rooted in soil, all had been dug and fed to the ravenous steel mutt. Yet he felt little joy in his triumph, knowing that it wouldnt be long before they sprout once more.
However, his lack of delight was not shared by his mother. Her prideful yet elated smirk may be worth the hard work after all. Hope you''re goddamn happy, Evens grumbled in silence.
Grunt work again? From beyond the fences, cocky and squeaky in all its making, a grating voice called into Evenss garden. Didnt take ya long to spend all ya hard-earned arks aye? the bald-headed man goaded.
Not many arks to spend are there? Evens rebutted.
If youre so short on it, how bout I pay you one bronze ark to weed mine? the uninvited guest laughed.
A taller figure sluggishly limped behind the man coated in obsidian, with only one leg woven into his body, it beckoned how he could walk as fast as he could. Knock it off, Owl, the larger lad struck Owlems marbling noggin with a wooden cane that Evens once fashioned for the half-legged man.
Quit it, Peg, Owl addressed the one-legged lad.
Do you need any help, Evens? Rupert, or Peg as Owl dubbed, ignored him and stretched his hand across the fence, towards Evens.
I would have If you had shown up five minutes earlier, Evens panted, desperately trying to pace his breath and save what little dignity that a man who weeds garden possessed.
Is that any way to speak to your friends, young man? the she-devil growled, revealing herself to the intruding boys.
The once smug Owlem leaped up and squirmed at the mere sight of Mom. Good morning, maam, Owlem greeted her politely yet shakily.
Good morning, Miss Num, Rupert greeted her politely and steadily.
Good morning to you both, Mom greeted them back, to the ease of Owl. Its always a delightful sight to see Evens be greeted by friends, but do you happen to not have chores of your own to be done?
Nothing of the sort, maam. Our recent hunt rewarded us quite handsomely. At least until we finish licking our wounds, the arks weve earned would have to suffice. Rupert worded rather eloquently, at least for a peasant born and nursed in the Bottom Barrel.
What he said, Owl followed meekly.
Mustve been nice, Evens mumbled, as he stood up and dusted dirt and soil off his marred body.
Sorry? Rupert asked.
To earn so much from our hunt, that mustve been great for you both, Evens scoffed, donning a torn shirt to lastly grant respite for his sunburnt back. You killed the mets, I killed even more, yet Chin That old craven shorted out on me and blamed it on flowery reasons.
Evens still has not forgiven the wicked foreman for ruining their agreement. Rupert and Owlem were no more human than him, yet the bastard chose to pour all his disdain on Evens instead. Chin, when I get you Callous ideas to enact revenge clouded Evenss mind, though only fleetingly, for he knew it would be hard to find other steelfolks that would hire humans.
Well perhaps if youve done your job right, ya wouldnt have been screwed over. Ever thought bout that, genius? Owl yapped from behind the safety of the fence. The temerity to bark away straight-faced when shrinking at the sight of Mom even had Evens staggered.
So much snobbish drivels from the guy whose cowering deeds are only beaten by a cripple, Evens countered. Even with their prior quest, Owls foul mouth dished out more swings and bruises to the mets than his dagger ever did.
Says more bout you than it does bout me. Enjoy being a brute who charges headfirst into the jaw of a met and the tip of a blade. Ill make do loafing under the shade and still collect my arks in full, Owl sniggered, to which Evens could scantly refute.
Enough, guys. Rupert stepped in between Evens and Owl, albeit a bit clumsily with his wooden leg and cane. If you really want to I could share with you some of mine. After all, if it werent for you both, Im afraid Id have perished in the skirmish. Rupert offered kindly.
No, thats alright. I havent fallen so low to rob a cripple, Evens snickered, as he approached the lads, resting his numbed arms on the fence.
As if ya one to talk, Owlem whispered, eyeing Evenss unhidden scars despite his garment.
Listen here you littleC
You do not need to mind it. Itd be hard for a legless man to spend seven arks anyway, Rupert laughed, hard to believe he would crack such a morbid jest, thats commonly reserved for Owl.
Seven? Evens muttered.
Its fine I do not need it, Evens stuttered slightly and bewilderedly, counting each of his fingers.
Ya sure? Wouldnt want the poor boy to go hungry? Owl puffed his lips and taunted.
The urge to swing his fist across his irksome face was irresistible to Evens. Shut up. Are you seriously so bored out of your mind that youd come all the way here just to pester me in my gardenC
A feeble cough yet frightening all the same shook Evens from behind.
My moms garden, Evens fixed his tongue.
Well, Rupert scratched his dome strangely, while Owl whistled away. Were actually here for, He sputtered as he glanced toward Mom.
From their awkward gestures to flickering tones as if they were once again boys being scolded by their makers, Evens understood their intention quite easily.
Mom merely sighed loudly at their incessant gawk. Come on in. I just finished cooking,
The two invaders cheered, tossing their hands into the sky as if they had just finished another quest. The ever-nimble Owl skipped highly into the air, while the bounded Rupert could only celebrate from the comfort of the land.
Theyre the true pests Evens spat to the soil, where the weeds once plagued.
On the one condition that you two would help me and Evens with our chores. Considering how free both of you are, there should be no problem right? Mom added.
The two ceased cheering, deadening their hands from the sky. Owl descended from his high, while Ruperts leg gave up to the pressure of the land and knelt. Yet they still nodded dejectedly at Mom, their growling stomachs masked away their moans.
Finally Some justice in the world, Evens smirked, his wounds and burdened joints relieved fleetingly as he gazed at the lads moping faces, ever so resembling his.
The funky scent of braised rats flowed out of the pot of stew and permeated the little shed. It could hardly contain four adults and a hound, even the wicked foremans lone office was wider than their dimmed hut of one room. It merely housed a fireplace where roasted the iron pot, torn blankets scattered over the floor where they slept, and a crumbling table with a set of chairs where they lone find solace in few warm meals.
Its so unfair that you get to feast on these every day, Owl lamented raucously, yet that did not halt him from chugging down the bowl of rat pottage, gnawing the tender meat off the tiny bones, and nibbling on the seasoned winter leaves and flowers.
As if. Even if we have the arks for it, the old bat would neverC Evens shouted across the small chamber.
A familiar cold sweat trickled down his mane once more, he did not need to tilt his head back to realize the ruin awaiting him.
Yes, I am quite lucky indeed, Evens whimpered and sipped the rodent broth, the flavour was indeed pleasant yet he could not relish it wholly until the preying glare vanished.
With her scowl dropped and butcher knife lowered, Mom scooped a spoonful of the clumpy stew into a metal bowl. Scrapper would not stop circling Moms legs until she knelt and handed him his feast. The famished mutt feasted on the bowl wildly, yet he still flaunted far more grace than a certain squatter Evens knew.
Mom had been simmering the stew before sunset, and only once the whole chamber was with a meal did she take a seat next to Evens. Though her body was no bigger than half of Evenss and her alloyed limbs have grown wearier since Evens was littler than her, the old bat still never knew when to rest. Even when Evens would return late from his long quests, she would still be awake to pester his tired ears. If only Evens could afford his own keep and rid himself of the meddlesome hag.
Im afraid I wont have enough for seconds. Even fetching a few rats costs a handful of arks these days, Mom said, sipping on a glass of water, with no bowl of pottage of her own.
Please, Miss Num. We should be apologizing for not only intruding upon you but also receiving a free meal, Rupert replied audaciously while munching on the meat.
Maybe now that winter is ending, more arks would pour along as well, Owl added, chomping all the same.
One wealthy quest, and you already let it get to your head, Evens snorted, nearly choking on his soup.
How so? Owl leered at him, finally resting his sopping bowl back onto the table.
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Unless the work required us to sacrifice eyes and limbs for specks of dust of arks, no steelmen would choose us over theirs, Evens explained.
No one challenged the claim. Not the tactless Owl nor the eggheaded Rupert could muster a rebuttal for surely they knew Evens spoke truth. Even Mom was but an archaic invention from Newspecs, a servicebot as it was dubbed, tasked with aiding ecliants with homely chores yet she has been discarded by her kins and creators for merely raising a human babe.
For as long as he could remember, men dowsed in flesh and blood like Evens are at the lowest of the ladder. Then came the steelborns like the snobbish foreman, blessed with pulses coursed with metal, yet still chastised nevertheless for bearing blood loathed by all. Above all, gazing down from their thrones, the vain ecliants think their steels grant them might, but none could dispute their hubris, Evens learned that much. The Truemen, the Red Rebels, and the Firstkinds, all daring human insurgents who dared to upset the ecliants Centum Order had all been vanquished and forgotten to the annals of history. If not for Mas nighty tales, their pathetic names and worthless efforts would never find refuge in Evenss dome, plaguing his dreams of what life could have been. Useless lots It wouldve been different if I were to
It wont always be like that, A whisper broke Evens out of his hatred stupor and back to the desolated diner.
What now? Evens asked. He turned to the burble, only to find the kind yet cowardly man, glaring at him like he never had before.
One day it could change. Decent steelfolks are not as uncommon as they were before. Still not common, but theyre there, Rupert muttered.
Foolish, Evens cursed. For every honest ecliants you sight, youd find hundreds of tyrants who would not bat an eye slaving and tearing our limbs apart, he rebutted, pointing at the maims that Rupert and himself bore. You know that better than any of us.
If so then he should have the most say over any of us, Owl spoke, with his cheeks yet filled.
Never reckon you were much of a hoper, Owl? What gives? One honest payday and you let them bind their collar round your neck? Evens mocked the craven.
Gracelessly as always, Owl stained his sleeve with his grubby lips. Id rather be chained and fed than be flogged and bled.
Youre pathetic. Evens said.
Youre pathetic. Rupert said.
Youre pathetic. Mom said.
Miss Num? You as well? Owl wept out unseen tears.
You are free to believe what you wish, but please do stop bringing up those dangerous ideas to my son. Mother glared at Owl, rather frighteningly for a woman of her stature and age. Though they shared no blood, and she may be harsh at times, she has never forsaken Evens. Do it again and youd no longer be welcome in this household.
Im sorry, maam. Wont happen again, Owl apologized profusely, hugging tightly onto his bowl of pottage as if Mom would snatch it away at any moment. But Im not saying it because I wish to submit to the Centum Order, it is just not so easy to defy them, he whimpered.
Not with that attitude it wont, Mother tossed a Daily Centum newspaper onto the dinner table. Its been ages since Evens laid eyes on the black and white inked sheets, the arks to purchase such knowledge never seemed worth it to him. Im no human so it may be crude for me to say, but there are men and women who havent abandoned their freedom yet. She pointed at the black-and-white headline.
The Return of the Firstkind? The Most Notorious Rebels Have Risen After a Decade in Hiding! Citizens Are Urged to Report to Their Nearest Watchdroid Station or Heart Sentinel Office if They Are Aware of Suspicious Activities.
The Firstkind? But I thought Evens mumbled as he read the headline.
A daring fool snatched the paper from Evenss grasp, yet he felt not the ire nor vigour to retaliate. Where have I heard this name before? Owl asked, while half-heartedly scouring through the newspaper.
They were a bit before your time. You ought to be no more than mere babes when they were at their peak, Mom educated the wide-eyed brat. A band of insurgents who shed blood and torn flesh for the sake of humanity. And for a time, there was hope that their sacrifices and trials would pave way to victory, she further added, now engrossing the three lads all the same. But it seemed that Ark had crueller plans. Their rally was vanquished at the Battle of Ironblood, and henceforth their purpose vanished with them. For an instant, her face sulked drearily. Evens didnt think a manufactured heap of scrap such as a servicebot could conjure such a mournful expression. Or so we deemed. Tales spread by the Order are rather hard to trust after all. She pointed at the newspaper again, for the Seven Seas Publishing House, which published the Daily Centum, was freed from the Centum Orders chains.
You seem to think quite highly of them? Owl teased Mom.
Though it was hardly a jest, even Evens must admit that he had rarely seen Mom as passionate about a matter as she was about the Firstkind. She was a strong-willed yet kind woman, and preaches for rebellions were never thoughts that Evens held would linger in such a small body and mind.
The three gazed at her, yet Mom merely scoffed aloud. No. I hated them.
That was certainly not what Evens had expected, though what he expected of her was hardly expected as well. Owl coughed awkwardly as he hid his blushed face with his palm, perhaps embarrassed for deducing so wrongly.
Firstkind Perhaps that watcher mistaken me as one of them? Evens murmured.
Rupert yanked the Daily Centum paper from Owls grip. Rebels and protestors in our backyard, he recited through the paper briskly, reminding Evens of the snotty elders who do nothing all day but read and gamble their arks away. Invaders, deadmen, and greenmen from the Wasteland? Not a day goes by could this world take a rest it seems, Rupert sighed as he settled the paper down the dining table, resting his eyes on the daunting matters of the world.
Youre putting far too much faith in the words penned by gagged scribes of the Seven House. Owl mocked the peglegged lad, the first and sole sensible thought he had made all day. No matter what they proclaim, not many believe that the Seven Seas Publishing House is freed from the Centum Orders rule. Heck I wouldnt put it past them for dealing with dark mystics and shadowed creatures to be able to conjure so many manuscripts daily, he further cajoled, to which Evens held no retort regrettably.
How many scribes do they have for these? Evens thought. The fresh parchments inked with faultless letters and sketches, Evens could not comprehend how the Seven House could pen and publish so many manuscripts in such little time.
You need to stop blaming it on ghosts and fairy tales for everything that you do not know, Rupert sighed.
Enlighten me then, genius?
Well They obviously just have hundreds upon thousands of scribes to pen the papers? Rupert stuttered and scratched his dome.
You dont even know yourself! Stop acting high and mighty, Owl mocked him, deservingly for once.
At least I know mine makes sense. Yours is merely rooted in tell-tales, Rupert rebutted. Right, Evens?
I guess we truly dont know anything
Not of the papers inked and sent throughout the realm. Not of the beasts meld from metal who ravaged the land. Not of the envoys of Ark who descended from heaven to tyrannize mankind. Not of the distant past when perhaps the planet was not coated in steel.
Though Evens murmured silently beneath his breath, no thoughts could possibly escape the ears of anyone confined in this small cage. The rowdy lad, the meek boy, and the nosey hag, all descended into silence alongside Evens, leaving only the flickers of burning candles to liven the darkening chamber.
Man, I want to leave this place! Owl was the first to shout.
Thought you were pleased with being held in shackles? Evens thought, staring at the befuddled lad.
Likewise Rupert mumbled.
Thought you were pleased with befriending your masters? Evens thought, staring at the timid lad.
Stillness permeated the putrid hut once more, though it hardly surprised Evens. The candles were nearing their last ember, the bowls of stew had emptied, and Scrapper had resigned to his slumber, yet their silence was still livelier than the seated husks. They wore silence as armour and gags stuffed in their mouth C a badge of honour, one that Evens lamentably adorned many.
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You all remember the sailor game we used to play as kids? Rupert mumbled, gently yet firmly.
What? Evens raised his brow, muddled as to why the docile lad would abandon his usual farce for such a childish matter.
With the crappy boat that we stole? Owl asked, coolly.
With the what that you stole? Mother asked, heatedly.
He meant the boat that we built. Right, Owl? Evens pinched the fool.
Owl nodded fretfully, stuffing his face into his empty bowl.
The cruise was awful. It could barely sail a river, let alone the sea, Rupert laughed.
You tell me. We once almost drowned minutes after leaving the dock, Evens grinned along, though Mother did not share the joy.
We wouldnt have if your plump highness hadnt served as an onboard anchor, Owl glanced at Rupert. He was once quite a lanky kid, at least when he was whole.
If it wasnt for your terrible steering, we wouldnt have crashed into every fishermans boat we met. Rupert spat.
There are fewer things I despise more than backing Owl, but you cant pitch all the blame on him for that. What kind of captain would let his crewman steer his ship for him? Evens jeered. If memory served Evens right, the captain was legless, the helmsman was more of a parrot than anything, and the shipwright was patched and sunburned long before he set sail.
I didnt even want to be captain. You two pitted the helm on me just because of my half-foot, Rupert raised his hands as if he was being held at swordpoint by watchdroids.
Isnt that most needed to captain a ship? Owl tilted his head slightly, naively even.
I hate you both. Rupert sighed, but it shortly spun to a laugh.
Evens and Owl joined in laughter, no doubt they were the only cheer that could be heard amidst an all-too-common miserable evening at Screwpile. Even the stern hag also giggled faintly, no matter how hard she tried to hold it in and palmed over it.
The cripple could only jolt his foot and throw a fit for so long before his vim simmered. His strength left his body as he grasped dearly for breath, no surprise for he was merely a cripple. Yet his vain smirk and placid eyes coloured alive always. It was fun. Sailing with you two, bickering with each other, journeying across lands, Rupert whistled, still desperately wheezing out his joy. Yet, there were no treasures to be dug up. No mermaids to lullabied our heads. No unspoiled islands were to be claimed. Even till this day. His jolly whistles dwindled to lax whispers. We thought we knew all there were then, but turned out we knew nothing. His lax whispers succumbed to ghostly whimpers.
I expected this sort of gloomy ramble from the likes of Owl, never you, Evens spat at the cripple, the mood was quite merry until Rupert squandered it with his wailing.
As a matter of fact, Im quite jovial right now, Rupert claimed, yet his sulk stated the contrary.
How so?
I want to believe that this world will eventually accept us. But if it wont, then perhaps we should rehoist our flag one day and sail to new worlds that will. Ruperts wish was childish and naive, Evens couldnt even believe his own ears.
You and your ardent preaching. Its even worse than my mom.
What was that? Mother growled.
Nothing!
The childlike and candid man did not cease his blabbing, no matter how little reason or interest others gave him. I heard about a place up North. Across the Centum Alps. By the shore lay a port named the Seapien Harbour. Apparently, steelfolks treat us differently there, Rupert spoke, not minding if he was the sole listener.
No doubt just more fibs spread by the Order, Evens jeered, pointing at the papers inked by their ilk.
Perhaps Rupert mumbled, and gripped tightly onto his leg of wood, nearly splintering it and breaking his nails. But one day I wish to see it with my own eyes and prove that I was right, his brown eyes dazzled with a light that should never be shone in Screwpile.
If thats the case, then one day I too wish to visit the citadel of scholars, Owl shouted as if it was a contest. I heard that the entire worlds knowledge from then till now is contained within their tomes. He snatched the Daily Centum papers from Ruperts dazed grip. Maybe I will finally be able to figure out how these crazy contraptions are made, his blue orbs too sparkled with hope.
I cant believe it Evens sneered, yet it came out as a chuckle.
The prattling duo could not resist turning towards Evens, eyes filled with wonder, awaiting for his answer.
Such a question should be easy for him to answer, yet the right words would not roll down Evenss tongue, as if a stone was choking and grating his throat. I dont really have a particular place I want to go. As long as it is out of this hellhole, Evens shook their bothersome gawk away and swallowed the stone.
Evens did not need to glance at their faces, the hums of howling wind drumming at the windows and spiders crawling throughout the hut were enough to tell Evens how the two felt. Not as though Evens particularly cared for how they felt.
Not even the Land out East?
The Land out East, the Wasteland, where humans roamed the realm under no watch from the ecliants. Evens has not given a slight thought about the land ever since he was but a child, still blinded and shielded by Mother from all the plight plaguing Xearth.
You were always fascinated about it ever since you were a child. Wouldnt go to sleep unless I tell you tales about that desolate land. Has that curiosity left your soul? Mother further told.
Evenss cheeks reddened, and for sure this time, he wouldnt need to glance over to know what obnoxious faces the two clowns would make. Its not so much I want to go there, its more so Evens mumbled to himself and Mom. The scars on his body ached wildly, with sweat trickling down and seeping into the gashes. The marks rarely pained him nowadays, yet at times throbbing surges would arise when he least expected it, and Evens couldnt resist to then dig his nails into the cuts. His fingers of one palm sunk deep into the wrist of the other, the stitch over his wrist was barely observable yet if touched upon, Evens could still feel the lump of marred flesh from a time he did not know. He hid his hands under the table, away from prying eyes, and none would be able to tell, for his face bore no pain nor would his wrist flood any blood.
Dont worry. I have no desire to send you there. If anything, as your mother, I couldnt be happier for you to abandon such perilous ambition, Mother sighed and patted Evens on his back, softly yet aching all the while. But you are your own man now. Live fully so that this life that was weaved for you would not be wasted.
Rupert and Owlem nodded like ogling pigeons, and as mindless as the fowls as well. The meddlesome duo could not help but stick their nose into Evenss matters.
Evens had no words for Mothers remark. Every year of his miserable life has been celebrated and scorned in this town. Who wouldnt want to leave this shithole? Yet he never could, as if there were anchors tying his feet down to the darkest depth.
What Evenss feet felt slightly ticklish, with the table blanketing over his legs, a ghost could be gobbling his toes for all he knew. He bent over to find he wasnt exactly wrong. It was munching on his soles, but it was less ghostly and rather beastly. What are you doing, you stupid mutt? he flailed his foot around so the metallic beast would bolt, yet it wouldnt budge even a paw. It tightly wrapped itself around Evenss leg and slumbered once more, as if it was a wooden post for it to mark its land. Do what you want then Evens sighed, leaving the beast to rest by his side, such so he could never leave himself.
That is enough heavy talk for one day under my roof. Mother clapped her hands and awoke Evens from his solemn trance, and others from their elated haze. Are you boys finished with your meals?
All done here, Miss Num, Rupert said, as he gathered up the empty bowls and neatly stacked them upon each other.
I wish I could have had a bit more, but too bad Owl moaned and his stomach also, as he licked the last morsel of meat off his bowl before it was seized by Rupert. The hungered fiend even gazed at Scrappers bowl, still brimming with traces of pottage left. He salivated over himself, yet still managed to uphold the little semblance of dignity he had left to not crouch on all four like a starving hound.
Ive finished as well, Evens said, as he passed his bowl to the volunteered maid.
Great to hear. I hope you boys have enjoyed it, the edge of her mouth curled to a smile. No matter what she claimed, she had always enjoyed feeding others. She wouldnt even let Evens feed himself until he turned ten of age.
Thank you so much for the meal, Miss Num. Rupert thanked, with the bowls tidily ordered, he stood up and swiftly marched for the door, or at least as swiftly as a man with one foot could.
The stew was beyond delicious. Please have me over again next time, Owl thanked as well and tailed the peglegged man.
Damn fools never learn Evens smirked, knowing what was to come.
Before Rupert could even lay his palm over the doorknob, a knife was flung and skimmed past his cheek, and lodged deeply into the door. As if they were sheep faced under the shadow of a wolf, the two dashers froze in place and stared at the wedged blade instead of facing the hurler, now knowing what was to come as well.
Where do you think you two are going? Her smile curled further, yet eerier all the while. Have you forgotten what youve promised me?
It didnt take long for the two to grasp their mishap. Their gasps and nervous stutters were enough for Evens to know that theyd realized.
Well, of course, wed love to help you with your chores, but unfortunately, the sun is coming down and my sister may be worried about me. Besides, we wouldnt want to run into trouble with the watchdroids, let alone the Sentinels, Rupert stuttered and fumbled his words.
What he said, Owl repeated meekly.
The titled genius truly believed that piling some dirty dishes would be enough to repay for an entire meal. Evens expected more from him, though he had sort of wished for this quandary to occur.
You do not need to worry about that. Once you two have finished, you may rest at our dwelling for the night. There shouldnt be any issue then, right? Mom proposed, her eyes twitching faintly as if her smile would drop from her face at any moment, and another knife would return to her grasp at that moment.
The two fools had no rebuttals. With their heads and shoulders hung low, they pitiably marched back to the hearth of the hut, surrendering to their fates.
Damn fools... These are the men who wish to traverse toward new worlds? Evens sneered at the lads C then smiled for a moment ever so briefly, yet earnestly.
Chapter 7 – Sydra: “Secrets Amongst The Embered Pages”
Aces seating in Sentry. Lords and Ladies hailing from Eden. Scholars attending Harford. Merchants and tradesmen toiling away in Seapien Port. Stars and artisans of Dreamcity Confined within her private quarters, a small and modest chamber within the Arkeep and near the Prophets own office, Sydra mumbled the names and accolades inked onto the long list of honoured guests for the forthcoming tourney that all Xearthers so cherish dearly. How long does this godforsaken list go? she licked the tip of her thumb before turning the parchments, her sweaty grip nearly tearing the pages off the tome. Though Sydra had never been one to indulge in athletic events, no matter how grand and acclaimed the Arklympic is. To her, it was merely more paperwork to pen, and sleepless nights to come.
The championed game is hosted every three years, and even then, Sydra wouldnt mind if it were to become sparser, six or nine years even. Arrogant ecliants, desperate steelborns, and vain humans are all thrown into a pit like beasts to compete in bouts of strength and endurance. Such tactless activities were far beneath Sydra. Mayhap before she was endowed to be His Heavenliers scribe, perhaps then she would have enjoyed such a frivolous game like the upcoming Centum Tourney. Not as though I couldve back then Sydra fell out of thought and lost count of where she was on the list.
It has been a fortnight since the hearing with the watcher deserter. After the hearing concluded, he was transferred to join the Sentinel, despite Sydras protest. A runaways words bore little worth to Sydra, yet it didnt seem so to His Heavenlier. What are you hiding?
With the Arklympic commencing in due time and the rebellious ordeal with the Firstkind, Sydra had barely caught any glimpses of respite, much less so the Prophet himself. Or so he should have been Sydra crumpled the piece of parchment she was supposed to pen invitations onto. Penning letters of welcome to the esteemed figures of Xearth was delegated to His Heavenlier, yet he couldnt even handle such a simple task and instead had pranced away to do his usual covert deeds. Your Heavenlier When I get you Sydra released the balled parchment and grasped the inked quill, ensuring not to crush it as well. She unloosed her dark vest to loosen her sore shoulders, and fixed the spectacles over her dimmed eyes, priming herself for the scripts to read and letters to pen. The days when she fantasized about the romance of the Arkeep have surely been tattered and buried beneath this paperwork. I swear to Ark himself. When I get you
Dear Lady Yuna Elidyne,
I am once more biding my time until I could be graced by your noble presence at the forthcoming 70th Arklympic.
On behalf of the Centum Order and the people of Xearth, I offer you and the Lords and Ladies of Eden, my sincerest gratitude and honour. Your enduring generosity in granting the tourney to be hosted at Eden far surpasses any benevolent gesture that could be wrought by the noblest of ecliants.
How fare is your Lord Father? Has his illness waned? His fortitude to battle the ailment for so long is truly unmatched throughout the realm. I can only pray for Ark to bless him with enough strength to regain his former valour and attend this years Arklympic. His presence would assuredly elate the mass, as would for us all.
I bid you and the House of Elidyne to always be vested in the might of Ark,
CThe Prophet
That should be all, Sydra groaned a breath of relief as she fanned her sopping face with one amongst many discarded parchment. She had pen through hundreds of parchments and broke dozens of quills, losing track of whether the day has slumbered and renewed, but at last, the letter titled for the Lady of Eden should mark the end of her torment and onto another.
With tired lids, Sydra glanced at the other pile of papers, numbering up to 279 pages. They were all reports that were meant for the attentive gaze and decisive mind of His Heavenlier, yet instead they ended atop Sydras decrepit desk, barely lit by the flickering candles.
Few pages accounted for the funding for the Sentinels endeavours. We owe them so many arks Where would the Sentinels be if not for the Elidynes?
Few pages were detailed with status reports from the Ironmount Institution. There seem to be less riots from prisoners now I wonder what the watchers have been employing to achieve so?
Few pages were letters sent from throughout the realm C like from Lady Brooks of McLay, a scholar and Arbiter of Harford University who means to visit Sentry and His Heavenlier. There was also a detailed letter from the adventurer, Crusoe Bumson, regarding his exploits over in the Wasteland. Cannibals, dead men walking, green people What is going on over there?
Sydra read through each page, with each of them being duller than the last. Wait a minute? Sydra was thrown slightly aback once she finished page 233. 234 and 235 were not present in the pile. Sydra skimmed through the compiled sheets once more, surveyed her messy desk, and stooped to the dusty narrow floor, yet the two pages would not surface. Thats odd Sydra mumbled. Whether she lost them or His Heavenlier forgot to hand them those two, she was far too tired to open a hunt for two missing papers. If the Prophet was carefree enough to push his work onto Sydra, then hed be fine with her informing him on the matter once the work has dwindled.
Sydra flipped to another paper, this time reporting on the ongoing protests in Harford. They have been persisting for over a decade. It felt as if it was no longer a citadel to nurture knowledge, but more of a battleground for students and scholars to protest against the Centum Order, yet none of them could seem to decide on a goal to fight for. Some ecliants wish to extend their equality towards humans and steelborns. Others wish for the Centum Order to cease remaining dormant in Xearth and instead lay claim to the Wasteland as well. A group of protesters titled the Automatons has been growing in popularity over at Harford for their dedication and zealotry. As she read through the accounts of turmoil in Harford, she couldnt help but hold an ache in her heart. The virtuous grounds that she once held so dear in her heart have been reduced to a patch of dirt that breeds violence and unrest instead of bright-minded dreamers. Just revolts after revolts nowadays it seems, Sydra unleashed a deep breath, calming her heart and returning to her duty at hand.
Sydra kept reading the cursed records. Her sapphire orbs were engrossed in the words written and illustrations drawn of the endless catastrophes stirring throughout the world.
Outer meddling normally should be barred from her mind when it is deep in thought, yet a certain voice from beyond her tiny quarters broke through her closed mind and lured her ears and eyes away from her desk. Your Heavenlier? Sydra was certain that it was the Prophets voice right outside the corridor. As his retainer, she shouldnt snoop her head in matters unconcerned to her, especially when it is not at the Prophets behest, yet itd hardly be her fault if the whispers were to intrude her quarters by themselves. From her little chamber, she did not need to stand up and press her ear against the door to eavesdrop, she could easily do so from the comfort of her chair and desk. For once, she was content with being granted a room the size of a privy.
I do not mind if you require further rest, you know?
That crass and jovial tone belonged to the Prophet, of that Sydra had not a single shred of doubt.
Your consideration is much appreciated, Your Heavenlier. But, itd be best for me to conclude this task quickly and fastidiously. I do have other matters Id like to attend to as well.
Lord Six? the voice was rough yet mellow all the while, Sydra could only think of the Prime Sentinel to wield such chords.
It always sounds wrong hearing Heavenlier from your mouth. The Prophet clicked his tongue. Are you still irritated from last time?
I do not know what youre talking about.
Confess. Your Heavenlier commands it. His Heavenlier mustered up some air to flaunt, albeit a little too late itd seem.
There are only two whom Id confess to. Ark himself, and as for the other, you dont seem to bear their features. The Prime Sentinel chuckled.
Sydra must have misheard that, for it is rarer for the sky to rain fire than it is for Lord Prime to adorn a smile.
Cheeky bastard. His Heavenlier laughed as well. That on the other hand, was not rare at all.
Dont these two have better things to do, Sydra palmed her face, having to listen to this childish conversation.
Well, if nothing else, Im glad that you havent lost your spunk yet, His Heavenlier said, followed by a brief thump, perhaps a pat on Lord Primes shoulder.
Itd take more than your usual preaches to rot this old mans dome.
Are you inferring that Im not doing a good job preaching to the masses? That could be grounds for treason. Wouldnt want to be sent away behind iron bars for some frivolous remarks, now would we? the Prophet jested.
If all Ive done so far hasnt earned me a cell at the Ironmount Institution, hurting your feelings surely wouldnt either. The Prime Sentinel retorted.
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The Prime Sentinels past has largely been shrouded in obscurity, nor has Sydra found it particularly interesting to pry through his secrets. Yet she knew that Lord Six, despite his station, was not adored by many. Lords and Ladies would often gossip at court about the many atrocities that Lord Six had committed in his life, each of them more absurd than the former, though he has never been convicted due to his title and blood. Cravens who scurried and hid behind their stations are the worst in Sydras eyes, yet Lord Six has never struck her to be of the sort. To Sydra, Lord Six felt awkward and stern, but he seemed to uphold honour quite close to his chest.
Well, lets try not to add more to the pile. The Prophets laugh dwindled for a moment. I heard that youd begin your hunt at the Bottom Barrel? the Prophet asked, his laughter fell wholly.
The Heart Corp advised so. They believe that the Firstkind could be masking themselves amidst Screwpiles densest corner. Lord Six answered dutifully.
I wouldnt put it past Four. Her acting talent had always been matchless among us eight.
Sydra had never met Lady Four before, as she had turned rebel before Sydra assumed her seat at the Arkeep, so she could not opine on her character, but she had always heard that Lady Four was a meek and gentle girl, though they did come from the same crowd who admonished Lord Six.
The one thing she had going for her. Why couldnt she just stay put in her lane and turn to a wandering performer if she so desired, Lord Six cursed, though his temper seemed more sorrowful rather than wrathful.
Our dear sister isnt so meek and temperate as she once was. You had our sister and brother to thank for that, the Prophet chortled mockingly. Perhaps pat yourself on the back as well when you next visit their graves.
Quit it.
Though stone walls parted and shielded Sydra from the outsiders, chilling sweat descended from her neck as if the Prime Sentinels golden orbs would pierce through the gate at any point.
Alright, my bad. But do try to not remake a mistake of the past, His Heavenlier apologised, surprisingly enough. Once youre at Screwpile, I want to keep casualties to a minimum, outright none if you could help it. Thats an order. It didnt take long for his humble apology to turn into a haughty command.
Understood.
The Prime Sentinels roar subsided, bringing repose to Sydras rampant heart and quivering legs.
The Arklympic is approaching soon. Wouldnt want to pave the road leading towards it with blood, now would we? the Prophet added.
Sydra couldnt blame the Prophet for such a snide remark. With dragons and meterases swarming the realm, protesters and rebels growing in numbers by the days, and each Aces thinking they rule the world C sullying such a significant event such as the Arklympic would be the last thing the Prophet would want to plague his head.
Did Ark decree you so? Lord Six asked.
Maybe at one point he did. With how many teachings he had bestowed upon me, itd be a wonder if I could retain all of it. The Prophet worded flippantly.
Your job is already easy as it is, yet you still find room to whinge.
It really is easy, isnt it? the Prophet cackled cheerily and breathlessly. In fact, Ive already memorised all there was in the Arkive. Now they are no more than footrests, paperweights, and kindling to warm my hands.
Even Sydra was stunned upon hearing such blasphemy from His Heavenliers mouth. The holy scripture of the Creed of Ark, the Arkive, was penned onto parchments by His Heavenlier upon receiving divinations from Ark himself and from there spread to every corner of Xearth and onto the faithful palms of every Children of Ark C or so the legend went. The Prophet had never approved nor denied the tell-tales spread by the common mass, and none have bothered to pry the truth from his lips.
The people will flog you through the square if they learn that their Prophet is burning Arks scripture. Lord Six jeered.
I doubt most would pay much heed to what I preach or burn. They havent for a long time, and I doubt a resurgence would occur now. The Prophet murmured. Sydra had to lean forward slightly to grasp his faint mumble.
It seems you dont have much faith in Ark anymore.
Its not him who I dont have faith in, His Heavenlier sighed.
The Prophets voice was slowly dwindling with each passing word. With her ear aimed towards the door but her buttocks still firmly planted on her seat, Sydra leaned further forward and pushed aside the obstacles on her desk, not willing to quit her pointless venture. Lost in thought and eavesdropping, a scorching gust grazed her sleeve. Crap! Sydra shook her arm wildly until the blistering draft extinguished, but it was a moment too late.
The table candle had toppled onto the stacks of reports and letters, engulfing the parchments in its fiery embrace.
Sydra hastily snatched her coat and paddled it over the burning heap. Please dont burn Please dont burn Sydra begged as she fanned her vest until it was lastly quenched, though not at the cost of a few papers reducing to cinders. She panted madly but also soundlessly, praying that the smoke and ashes wouldnt leave her chamber, but she was not so lucky.
Pray tell, what sort of conniving racket are you concocting up in your quarters, Syndy? the Prophet shouted from beyond the door. With how small her chamber was, it was no wonder hed be able to hear the ruckus from where he stood.
From endless paperwork, then an arson, and now she had to suffer the smug babbles of His Heavenlier C the days at the Arkeep hadnt served Sydra well. She quickly brushed her dishevelled hair and dusted her ashen garment, and hid the pile of cinders below her vest.
Sydra left her chamber C it took merely three steps for her to reach the door. Once opened, she was greeted by men with golden eyes, though one was spirited and smirking, while the other was silent and scowling.
Greetings, Your Heavenlier, Lord Prime. Sydra bowed carefully, hoping that they wouldnt notice any remnants of kindling clung to her head.
Didnt your mother teach you that its uncouth to lay your ears and eyes where they shouldnt be? the Prophet lectured her, though sardonically.
As if you didnt know, Sydra scoffed from within. My deepest apologies, Your Heavenlier. Im afraid my mother wasnt able to teach me an awful lot of good, Sydra would normally never be able to make such crude retorts around the Prime Sentinel, but being bashed by His Heavenliers inanity, Sydra often found herself forgetting her position.
The Prime Sentinel did not seem to mind her remark. He was far quieter once Sydra was here, no longer speaking alongside His Heavenlier.
Is that smoke I smell in there? the Prophet shuffled his nose, and geared it towards Sydras chamber. Are you cooking up a feast for yourself at this time of day? I think you should tone down on the feasting before you turn too plump.
The man who is drinking himself to death is lecturing me on health, Sydra struggled to port a soft smile. There is no cooking in my chamber. The candle merely tumbled over. She explained herself, fearing the wrath more so from Lord Six rather than His Heavenlier.
Dont tell me it burned the papers youve read and written, His Heavenlier asked kindly, yet his voice seemed more thrilled than sullen.
Please do not worry, Your Heavenlier. Some of them have been charred, but I assure you that this blunder would be remedied promptly. Sydra assured His Heavenlier.
Relax. I do not really care regardless of if one or two records turn to ashes, and neither should you. There is enough knowledge to go around as it is, though it seemed that Sydras assurance was unneeded to His Heavenlier.
Thank you for your kindness, Your Heavenlier. Regardless of the Prophets careless drifts, Sydra knew she still needed to rectify it, lest she wished to further stain His Heavenliers name. I once more apologise for disrupting your exchange. I would take my leaveC
Lady Sydra.
Yes, Lord Six? Sydra turned back just as she had her grasp on the door handle, though she couldnt wholly face the Prime Sentinel.
You hailed from Dreamcity, yes?
That is true, Sydra avoided his glare.
And for the lack of better words, you were raised in the more unsavoury part of the city, is that right?
Yes. Sydra muttered.
Where Sydra was born, humans and steelborns ran rampant like a plague. The streets suffocated with lavish brothels, dirty taverns, brawling rings, and slavers hubs. Decent men could not be raised there, only conniving and cunning crooks could thrive in the City of Colours. Half of her life was spent drowning in that den of depravity, and she had never once wished to return to that pigsty.
The common people. The ones whom you were surrounded by most of your life. Do you care for them? Lord Six posed his question, one that Sydra never thought would come from him.
As if, Sydra clicked her tongue. There wasnt another city in Xearth that she despised more than Dreamcity.
Everything was spoiled with blood, wine, and viler fluids.
The food smelled like rubbish, and the water tasted like sewage.
The roads were hounded by thieves and conmen.
The townsmen abandoned her to the vultures.
Yet even when memories of harrowing nightmares shadowed the little dreams of bliss she had, she still couldnt pray for its ruin. What she learned and whom she met there, she would never forget.
To whom cared for me, I, of course, cared for them, Sydra claimed, though she had doubts if she could believe her own truth.
Fine answer, Syndy. The Prophet grinned from ear to ear, as if he was a proud father.
Thank you, Lady Sydra. The Prime Sentinel smiled faintly.
Weirdos Sydra sighed internally. If that is all, Id retreat to my chamber now. There is still a lot of paperwork I need to finish, Sydra glared at the man who pushed all of his work onto her. Have a good day, Your Heavenlier. The Prophet avoided her glare and ensued to whistle awkwardly to the anthem, All Centum Road, though it was hardly intelligible from how much he was quaking. May Ark bless your venture towards what is right, Lord Prime. Sydra bowed to the sole Lord who acted as such.
Sydra retreated to her chamber, without a single glance back. Once inside and the door was bolted tight, she breathed soundless sighs of relief. Dealing with His Heavenlier was no arduous venture for Sydra, but Lord Sixs presence was nauseating to her who was not overly fond of bloodshed.
Her heart wouldnt stop beating, and keeping her panting silently was becoming harder by the second. She could still hear faint clatters of the two Lords outside, though this time, she could no longer hear their words over her rampaging heart. Leave already She prayed with her eyes closed and palms clasped, and they didnt soften until the echoes of fleeing footsteps drifted away far down the hall, and far away from her modest chamber.
With the outsiders vanished and the corridor returned still once more, Sydras strength returned to her limbs and she undraped her coat, revealing dusts of ashes embedded over darkened parchments. Damn it Few of the letters that she had spent sleepless nights penning have all but charred, and the stack of reports delivered to her from His Heavenlier had burned away in great numbers. Just my luck, Sydra groaned as she swept the unsalvageable embers off her desk.
I forgot to ask him about the missing pages, only once Sydra was dusting the ashen pile, did she realize that the two missing pages were no longer unique in their strange disappearance. The temerity to inquire His Heavenlier regarding their vanishment has left Sydras soul and body wholly, for she knew he would take no blame, and pushed it all onto Sydra once more. Though for once, she would not be able to rebuke his reprimand, regrettably. Well, at least the Arkive is unburnt, Sydra caressed the tome lay at the far edge of her desk, far from the blazing bed. With how many books littered throughout her table, even she forgot about its presence at times. She could not even remember when the last time she even wondered about its presence. It was tainted by snowing ashes, but yet unmarred by burning grasps, for if the scripture was to be singed, even Ark himself would not forgive her. Though Im not so sure about him She dusted the ashen scripture with her own ashen palm, revealing its woven title and dark-leathered cover C perhaps then she would no longer forget about its existence.
Chapter 8 – Fino: “Kinds At Odds, Wines With Clods”
Are we there yet? Fino groaned and launched his feet back, or he would have if there was any room in this traveling molten pot. The wagon chested no wine nor bread, it merely housed the unbearable heat of ending winter, roaming flies and crickets, and the reeking bodily odours of the carter and his horses.
The stagecoach was barely big enough for Fino to fit. Even the worst criminals in the Ironmount Institution have more space and light in their cells. If not for his slender body, hed have been crushed within the wooden cave. Giants like Six could never hope to lay his hands on Fino if he was to hide away within this wagon.
Carter! When will we be there? Fino shouted at the coachman.
Simmer down, city boy. Well get there when we get there. The insolent carter gnarled his teeth as he whipped and riled his horses, swerving the wagon as if it was flowing down a rampaging stream.
Even though Fino was far older than him and most other ecliants, he did not bear features allotted for his age, due to the numerous Cycles of Reconstruct and ReSamra surgeries he had undergone to preserve his youth and vigour. The carter, on the other hand, had loose and tanned skin teeming with wrinkles. Men of his stations could never afford to undergo any ReSamra surgeries to earn a more youthful shell, let alone Cycles of Reconstruct.
This is hardly the first time ya been carted to the City of Colours, nor would it be the last. I reckoned ya had seared every inch of the way there into that dome of yours already, but ya cant even manage that, he said while chewing on a dandelion as if it were a toothpick.
Roll your tongue however far you want. It wont be long till you trip on it, Fino muttered beneath his weak breath. The sun scorched his ashen skin, fried his temple, and dried his gorge. Under the harsh spell of the sun, his vision blurred until all he could see was the visage of the detestable scoundrel who failed to drape his carriage and offered water to his patron. With the haze binding his dome, Fino was half a mind to unsheathe his dagger and quench his thirst with the blood thatd flow from its edge, but the blood of men was not worthy to be shed on Maria.
Settle down. Didnt mean to piss on ya parade, the carter threw his head back, nearly dropping his straw hat, yet as if it was nailed to his temple, it never seemed to fly away even from the harshest gust.
Youre doing an awful job at it then, Fino scoffed as he sheathed Maria behind his hind. Just answer the damn question then.
The carter glared back as the words left Finos mouth, and for an instant the sunlight shone over his head and hat, revealing a visage that only a mother could love and a beast would fear. His beard was scruffy and dyed white as snow, and his orbs crimsoned to the shade of ruby. A winter hare he resembled, yet the scar stretching from his eye to chin felt more as if he was a wolf coated beneath the fleece of a rabbit. A week or two, maybe more. Pray to Ark that the rain stays clear from the sky, and bandits from the roads. He scratched his maimed chin.
That long? Will I even make it in time? Ark be damned, Fino cursed.
Fino has lost count of how long he has been sentenced to be wagoned throughout the Iron Trail. The road that connected every corner of Xearth to the crowned city, as long as those corners were hoarded with bountiful arks and chained humans for the Lords and Ladies of the Centum Order to lay their greasy paws over. Though he had trailed this battered road countless times afore, this was amongst the few times he did so with his mind cleared of stupor and hands emptied of a wine bottle or a smoke pipe.
So buckle up, city boy. The roads are plenty, and the arks ya waged me sure werent, the impudent carter jeered, as he wheeled his carriage towards a hamlet eyeing from down the Iron Trail. Finos eyes could barely even mark the silhouette of the village, yet the sunken elder had dotted it long before its shadow grew larger than that of an ant. We oughta rest for the night. Keep saddlin early in the morn. He proposed yet he did not even bother to wait for Finos say in the matter.
Sure, do whatever you want, Fino sighed as his entire body jolted up and down inside the convoy manned by a deafened crook and his wilding steeds.
Fino gazed over the window, praying blissful gust would grace his melting face. The road carved and crowded with stones etched its slender body between lushed grasslands, haunting forests, and forlorn hamlets. Caravans steered by ecliant merchants occupied the trail alongside Finos wagon, while slaved humans tended to the roadside fields and chained steelborns chased away meterases from hounding the stone road.
The silhouette grew larger as the caravan steered closer. Soon the foggy shadow lightened and revealed a hamlet, and the hamlet dispersed to smaller sheds, and the sheds shielded its roofs over naught but dirty and drunken sops. A hovel such as this would be outlandish for one to rest their Lord, but fortunately for the brazen coachman, Fino was no mere Lord. Well, a few bottles wouldnt hurt, I suppose
The inn loomed its shadow over the stagecoach, albeit barely. In his long years roaming this land, not an inn has seemed so pitiful. Fino has seen bars far bigger and fancier in the darkest parts of Screwpile.
Not fine and fancy enough for ya lordship? the cartman goaded, as he hitched his carriage near the backside, praying that no drunken thieves would test their luck.
If theres a cup for me to drink and a bucket to piss, it oughta do it, Finos legs had turned to jelly, and merely stepping out of the carriage was an arduous labour that almost bound his face to kiss the dirt.
Youre disgusting. The coachman jumped off the wagon. His legs were spry and solid and free from quivers.
Youre one to talk, Fino cursed.
Fino pushed open the door to the inn. He felt as if he had to be careful with his strength, lest he wished to tear the decrepit door from its hinges.
As the door launched its back to the wall, nearly denting itself, it awoke the souls within the inn. Fino glared at the drunken and foul crowd. Humans were moping and starving in their own empty corners. Steelborns were munching on stale bread and guzzling murky water off platters fitted for mutts. Ecliants were feasting on spoiled meat and downing foul wine, slavering their spoils over their plump belly.
For all their disparities, they all looked miserable in the eyes of Fino, and their wretched eyes soon chose Fino as their marks for misery.
Here they come, Fino sighed. No matter the tales and rumours spat upon him, Fino was still vested in the mantle of an Ace and an Archetype as well. Notoriety spread among the imprudent mass was expected yet they never came. Few humans held onto their quivering fleece and sweating eyes, but most seemed to have retreated their gaze back to their miserable drinks.
Not the royal welcome ya were expecting, city boy? An irritating voice grated Finos ears from behind. He needed not to tilt his head to figure out whose it was.
As a matter of fact, I much prefer this kind of welcome, Fino claimed, though the cartman didnt seem to swallow his truth.
Well, enjoy your stay then, ya lordship. Pray to Ark that the hearts of men do not blacken in your presence. The coachman patted Finos shoulder and smiled. However, it wasnt particularly convincing as he wasted no breath before fleeing from the inn himself.
Thats probably the kindest thing youve said to me. Though regrettably, youve given me far too much credit, Fino yawned as he stared around the inn once more before falling into the fray. My name could never ink ones heart
Hours have sunken since Fino was entrapped in this haunted hamlet, and night has descended over his roof, though that bore little importance to a man whose whole being was drowned in ale and wine. The carter stood outside, perhaps lulling and whistling away beneath the moonlight, while Fino gorged down goblets, flasks, and bottles, yet his belly never seemed to flood.
This tastes like shit, Fino hiccupped, yet he could not stop drinking the poisoned elixirs.
Everything would taste like shit if you descended here from Sentry, it was no coachman yet the tenor was infuriating all the same.
A raw-boned sop perfumed with manure and soaped in grime invited himself and his two cronies over to Finos table and rested their unwelcomed rears opposite Fino. Its not every day us humble folks could be basked in the foul stenches of men dowered in arks. The stickman had eyes of purple and his lackeys of red, colours of which only ecliants and steelborns could be born with. Yet considering their gall to intrude upon a Lords leisure C no halfsteel would have the mettle to commit such audacious acts.
And today is not that day either, gents, Fino downed his pint, as he gazed out the window. If nothing else could be badged to this secluded corner of Xearth, at least it was blessed with the graceful light of the moon.
Then to what pleasure have our small neck of the woods been blessed with the company of an Ace? Though slight pity it had to be the worst one to set his arse on our benches and mouth on our goblets, the trespasser sniggered alongside his gofers.
Wait? Youre still here? Fino was awfully shaken, upon just being freed from the moons enchantment. I feel terribly sorry for your hamlet if shabby bars and stale ales are all you have to be proud of, Fino took hold of the wine flask and poured until his goblet was filled to the brim.
Well, Im sorry if things arent up to your lordships liking. Our land hasnt been doing really well since the shitstorm that ya people wreaked upon our heads. The heftier lad on the lead''s left laughed brightly, but his words were anything but bright.
The bulgy man spoke of the Hoary Woe, a long moment in time that drained Xearth of its colours and arks. He spoke as if Fino was a fan of it. Countless inns and brothels that he favoured collapsed throughout that decade.
I dont remember ever being a part of that. Hell, I hardly even remember anything from back then, Fino laughed. With inns barred and bars tattered, Fino was cooped in his chamber day by day, having only delivered meads and meats to regale his morns and nights.
Of course ya wouldnt. You kings play your stupid games in your fancy towers and we folks reap the costs. Funny how that works, right? Im no Prophet so I wont speak for Ark, but I doubt even hed be brimmed with joy as you cast our land to the flame. The dwarf on the right jeered, having to stand in his seat to meet the others gazes.
Again, why are you after me? Fino felt affronted by the half-man, another drink ought to alleviate it. Then what does Ark proposed we oughta do then? Fino asked, wiping his lips from leaking trails of wine.
Well, some charity as a start wouldnt hurt. The gangly beggar stretched out his arm and unsealed his palm, and his cronies followed suit.
I dont know, Fino shrugged his shoulders and grinded his teeth. Even Ark himself hasnt been gifted a single coin from me.
Cmon, hopeless as ya may, surely your daddies sittin up high have kept ya full and hefty with arks right, Lord Five? the master amongst the bunch mocked Fino, and the servants laughed and clapped. It wouldnt hurt to give some back to the people, now would it?
What could you give me back then? Fino queried disinterestedly, now that his cup was empty.
How bout a drink? On me, the skinny man rosed his hand. Waitress, this table. Now, he did not care to offer a glance towards the waitress C and neither did she.
Bitch, did you not hear him? the runt of the litter yelled, though it was less threatening, and more endearing when he did it.
The waitress, as if her ears had fallen from her head, stood still and waited tables emptied of drinkers.
Here it comes, Fino yawned as he fiddled with the unfilled chalice, bored out of his mind now that his throat was parched once more.
As Fino foresaw, the emaciated brute snatched the goblet from Finos fingers. With the little strength stored in his scraggly bones and shrunken arms, he hurled the goblet across the inn, captivating the gazes of drunken onlookers as if it were a comet before plummeting onto the aloof waitress.
The meteor landed on her dome, leaving a crater seeping red. It awoke the woman from her daydream, as well as the baby saddled on her back. The deadened inn was then graced with the hoarse screeches and cries of a little beast awoken from its slumber, and it didnt seem as if its mothers words and embraces could quell its anger. With the baby hugged tightly in her arms, the waitress hurriedly made her way to Finos table.
Im really sorry, sir. What could I help you with? the blue-eyed waitress bowed profusely as if she was afront the Prophet himself.
Keep ya ears dry next time. Give my friend here a bottle ofC
However, her babe did not show the same servile courtesy. Before the gangly fellow could finish his order, the beasts tears drowned out his words.
There, there, Arnie. Dont you cry, she began to sing to her baby, as he was softly dangled back and forth between her embraces. Even nearby rugged wanderers and muddled drunks turned to awed infants when the graceful lyrics from their childhood ditty graced their olden heads. May you have sweet dreams of stars she chaunted her melodious tale about night stars and the great sky beyond where even Ark does not claim.
May Sweet Dreams of Stars? I havent heard that for quite a while Fino murmured soberly. He stared at the mother caressing her babe, yet the view felt blank in his sight. For how soothful the cradlesong was, a bitter and sombre taste was left on Finos ears and tongue, and unfortunately, he could not drown it away with wine.
Throw the baby away. Its grating my ears, though the lullaby outwardly did not appear to soothe men who did not have a mother to lull them into slumber.
Im really sorry, sirC
Once the hymn ceased, the bawling recommenced, and Fino doubted that any lullabies on Xearth would be able to put the tiny beast to rest any longer.
To the love of Ark. Just gag that twit up with ya teats or something. Else ya want me to shove a bottl down its throat. The purple-eyed bully cursed.
His shoddy effort at intimidation once more fell on deaf ears. Concerned with her son, the waitress did not even appear to heed his threat. Even Fino had to agree that a babes wrath was far more worrying.
This insolent bitch.
Dont, Fino mumbled, moving himself forward and no longer leaning back restfully.
Yet before Fino could shield his possession, the scrawny sop snatched the flask from Finos grasp as well and flung it at the child.
The metal flask never landed on its intended target, instead, the woman received the blow once more and fell to her knees. Her dazed head wobbled back and forth, as further reddened mizzle poured down from it, yet Fino could not tell whether it was blood or claret.
The entire bar fell to silence at the sight of a nursing mother falling to her knees, yet none would intervene. Not the steelborn innkeeper who worked her to the bones. Not the ecliant patrons who delighted in her servitude. Not the human vagrants who dined with her food and received her fleeting kindness. Not Fino who promised himself to never trust table wenches anymore.
Did ya not hear me the first time round? I told ya to chuck the brat away, lest ya want me to do it for ya, in a drunken stupor, the deviant shouted, though Fino doubted he had had any drinks.
Though her eye could barely open over her swollen lid, and her bruised face dowsed in red, the waitress yet safely tucked the babe in her embrace, ensuring not even a hint of dirt nor a drop of blood would taint his fair skin.
Ya steelborns are plights as it is, yet ya still want to bake and pump out more of ya. Ark is weeping from his skythrone no doubt, the gaunt miscreant barked, yet no steelborns bothered to refute.
Just apologize, you fool, Fino murmured beneath his breath, as he stared at a sight he never wanted to see once more.
There, there, Arnie. Mommys here. Dont you cry, the mother cradled her child between her arms, and roofed her body over him, shielding him from descending curses and spits.
No matter what he tried, the lanky cretins threats all failed to land, yet surrendering was not an option hed take. Peeved off his mind as his purple orbs dyed red alongside his face, the brute stole another wine bottle from the table behind him, and once more marked it at the fallen damsel. Ark almighty How many times do I need to teach ya this lessC
Alright, enough. Fino yawned aloud. Why did I do that? Fino panicked from within, yet there was no time for him to regret his action, as to his worst dismay, all the attention had been diverted towards him. All of this yammering is souring my drink, Fino snatched the pilfered bottle from the tossers grip and chugged it wholly in one gulp. The wine did not taste half-bad, far tastier than any of the flasks that were served to Fino.
You wound me. Im doing all of this ya, Lord Five. The ruffian glared at Fino and his underlings obeyed with their own wretched orbs as well, as if they had lost all interest in the waitress.
Now Im a Lord to you? Fino scoffed before reaching into the coin pouch hung to his waist. He took out three silver arks and chucked them at the pack, one for each of the vultures. Then do me another favour and leave me alone.
The little runt and the stout hog spared no time grovelling to the dirt and bickering amongst themselves for the coin that shined the brightest.
Yet, the head of the trio did not seem to follow them as how they followed him. Thats mighty generous of ya, his purple eyes twitched sporadically, while he struggled to keep his slanted smile. But why plead us to flee so early? The night is still young and ya road is long ahead. His simple query felt more like an interrogation from a Sentinel, though he did not exactly port the dignity nor the brawn of one.
I long for longer nights in Dreamcity, not in this hovel, Fino held the bottle by its neck and peeped into the hole as if it was a monocular, hoping to discover any last droplet of the liquid gold.
A shame, the scoundrel whispered as if he was the victim. Then perhaps ya could keep us company instead. His depraved lust returned to the floored waitress. If ya be nice, perhaps my anger would be quelled, he lashed onto her wrist and yanked it, yet his feeble might foiled to drag her wholly towards him.
Please, sir. I couldnt the waitress pleaded as she desperately tried to tear his grip from her arm, yet now it was her words that fell on deaf ears.
After all ya done to me, I say ya owe me as much, for a split moment, as if Ark himself housed the frail lads vessel, he managed to heave the waitress briefly off the ground and tumbled into his sordid clinch.
His body began to lavish over the waitress. His fingers slithered under her torn dress. His mouth breathed heavily onto her bruised neck. His forearm pinned her chest to his, disregarding the baby clung between her arms. Yet despite her torment, the mother shielded her babe beneath herself, whispering into his ears of sweet lullaby and blindfolding his eyes from the haunting glimpse.
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Cmon, loosen up. Let me cop a feel and ya may even cop some arks. Ark knows you tavern wenches need em, the gangly beast laughed at his own joke.
Vulgar, loud, raw, loath, harrowing. Fino found little words to portray the common sight, yet he knew for certain, that those were the words he had chosen.
Reaching into his sachet once more, Fino withdrew another silver ark and ensured that the lecher would receive it this time, as it firmly landed onto his face. I said enough. If ya take the tender away, then who would serve my cup? Fino said, though his cup was no longer there to be seen.
The bony lout caressed his hollowed cheek as his gofers looked upon him with dreaded eyes and gaped mouth, despite no mark nor scratch had come from Finos meagre sling. That wasnt terribly nice of ya, he released the mother and her child from his restraint, and they fell to the dirt once more. I thought ya no longer want our company? he smirked, though it seemed to crumble soon.
I dont, Fino yawned once more.
Then ya should have kept ya tongue tied and hands clasped, the brute threatened Fino, as he launched up from his seat alongside his minions.
Yet Fino found it tough to be frightened by the threats slurred from the three bumbling wags tongues. Once roared over by a lion akin to Six, barks from pups like them emitted little fear.
Cmon then. Well leave ya and the wench alone, but ya know it wouldnt be that easy, one by one, the three fled Finos table, and stood by to await Finos turn.
As always. My and my loud mouth. Always leads me to unwanted roads, Fino knew the moment his ilk stepped foot into this village, sat in their inn, greeted by their men, and spared their waitress C that his blood toll was overdue.
Lead the way then, Fino sighed, trying to gulp down the last drops of wine clung to the bottom of the bottle. Yet there were no droplets left, and no matter how much he bemoaned, he could not hope to change that but to resign to his fate.
The moonlight was rather pretty when cleared of clouds C or so he would think if his lids werent swollen until they covered his eyes entirely. The wuthering breeze felt rather soft to the touch as if they were embracing him C or so he would assume if his skins werent torn from their garments and numbed to even the harshest of nightly gales. The rustling of leaves befalling from their trees regaled Finos ears amidst the gentle night C or so he would hope if his ears werent blistered and raided by grating curses from spiteful men.
Fino was thoroughly thrashed behind the inn, where no eyes of men lay awake at night. Itd seem it was the norm lately for his back to be rested upon beds of mud, while his mouth filled with blades of grass and clumps of dirt.
The cads whose faces Fino could no longer recognize under the night veil C and also the swollen marble bubbling over his face like a tomato. They were grinning from ear to ear, at least that Fino was sure of C the moonlight ensured to light those brightly to his golden eyes.
Ya sure got guts to pull off that shit in our parts of the land. The chief of the litter barked.
With their feet trampled over Finos crumpled body and their prideful heads loomed over his battered face, they threw the arks that were kindly bestowed to them by Fino onto his head, albeit they were strangely misshapen and wet. They may be pups, but they were still three pups with claws, fangs, and a pack of their own C and Fino was less than a pup.
Blood, grime, and perhaps a tooth or two clogged Finos throat and pierced his tongue. Merely spitting and coughing drained what little strength was housed left in him.
Listen here, Lord Five. The scraggy cad knelt to Finos level, and as if he was treating a slave, he yanked Finos hair upward C leaving his head dangling at the brute''s mercy. Arks are great, sure. But ya could not just toss em down from ya tower to the dirt, and think that wed slobber all over em like mutts. With a satisfied smug, he released Finos hair bun. However, Finos neck failed to catch his skull, and it landed and buried once more in grunge.
The mettle to affront a Lord of the Centum Order, let alone assault one, would be unthinkable to the common folks C but Fino had never been one to be celebrated for his title of Lord.
Ya men in fancy garbs have done naught but rained shit over us small folks. Yet ya still have the gall to play the hero when ya spot a damsel in distress? And a steelborn bitch at that? Have there no shame left in the Order? he grinned from ear to ear, revealing his decayed and blackened teeth.
You talk too much. Its grinding my ears Fino panted. Perhaps you should gag yourself with your boys teats or something, Fino laughed to himself, but even the slightest simper felt as if his chest was crumpling inward.
And ya talk too much yet do far too little, Lord Five. Xearth be damned to have ya as a forebearer, the purple-eyed ecliant parted his offense to one of the Archetype no less. Safe travels, Lord Five. Pray ya never visit our shithole again, he waved his hand as he leisurely tottered away from Finos sight, with his cronies pursuing his tail.
The pup and his litter fled, leaving Fino crumbled and submerged in mud, wine, spit, and urine. With clumps of dirt to pillow his dome, Fino once more stared at the moonlight. He cared naught for his injuries. He cared naught that his honour had been tarnished by mere ruffians. He cared naught that he could do nothing to rectify this ordeal. Peace and quiet at last, he cared that he did what he sought.
Are you harmed, My Lord?
A familiar voice rang softly into his ears as if each word were lullabies of their own. Fino struggled to lift his neck up and meet the caller, yet he soon wished he had just feigned slumber.
The waitress, no longer burdened by crooks and the incessant crying of her son, approached and stooped to Finos humble bed. Her babe was still saddled on her back but the hour of dusk has claimed him for slumber.
Do I look unharmed? Fino coughed out blood and splattered onto the dress of the waitress.
As if the carrier for her babe was her private satchel, the green mother took out a roll of dirty cloth and a jug of murky water. Im so sorry, My Lord. If it wasnt for me Not wishing to awake her son, the waitress whimpered and began to neatly cut the cloth into smaller pieces.
I dont know what youre talking about, with his palm, Fino hid his bruised face from the wench.
My apologies. Though she apologized, Fino could still see her soft smile through the dim gaps between his fingers.
Just leave already Fino shut his eyes, praying that if he could not see her then she and the babe would disappear. Yet instead of still repose for his ears and tender wind to massage his skin, a burning yet freezing sensation seared onto his maimed arm.
What do you think youre doing? Fino flung his arm away and rose his body up from the brink of collapse.
Please, allow me toC The swing from his arm pushed the waitress onto her arse, yet it was not enough to deter her reckless treatment. She tied her darkened hair into a tail and carefully crawled back towards Fino, armed with another soaked rag in hand.
I do not need help from you. Fino inched away from the heedless nurse.
Finos desperate escape attempt merely made the wench skulk faster. But, My Lord. Your wounds areC
It seems like he was right. You people could never seem to stay obedient and listen to orders, Fino jeered the daft and handsy waitress.
However, it seemed that her ears still hadnt returned to her head. Stop being so stubborn, My Lord. The blue-eyed mother grappled Fino, wreaking further pain onto his drained body.
Speak for yourself, Fino cursed.
Throughout the commotion, Fino caught a glimpse of the baby still saddled onto his mothers back, sound asleep and snoring as if this rumpus was no more than mere petty bickering.
Has everyone in this hellhole lost their marbles? With what little strength Fino had left in his hands, he pressed them onto the waitress shoulders, but they were not enough to toss even such a slender lady off of him.
I could say the same of you, My Lord. Just let me tend to your wounds, she pushed herself further closer to Fino. She did not seem to even mind Finos attempts to fling her off of him. Her eyes were following the wounds littered throughout his body, while her hands sought to apply sodden cloths over them.
Where was this tenacity back then? Fino thought to himself. Women of her kind have always baffled his mind C he dared not to understand what lay inside their dome.
The ruckus seemed to never end C as if they were no more than a pair of bickering couple.
No matter how hard Fino tried to push her away, his body would not let him. No matter how hard the waitress tried to tend to Fino, his body would not let her. Her skin lay atop his was fair and silky, nothing alike the harlots and slaves he could buy from Dreamcity. Her scent was that of one untainted by boozes and sweats, yet she was no stranger to either. Her eyes shined colour of the brightest sapphires, they glimmered back when they met Finos own golden orbs. All that she had C Fino desired.
Enough The waitress whose name Fino did not even know, yet he knew all else.
No matter how soft her touch was, Finos hide creased at the slightest graze. No matter how redolent her scent was, Finos fingers could not help but plug his nose before they were charmed. No matter how alluring her eyes were, Finos own eyes could not help but rather find refuge in the dark of nights. All that she had C Fino could not stand.
With vigour he thought he had long lost since the Iron War, he shoved the waitress off as if she was a corpse lying atop him. Dont touch me with your filthy hands, Fino yelled at the dusted and battered wench, though her eyes no longer shone at his, but back to her babe whom she shielded from the jostle. Begone and never leave your keep again. Thats an order. Fino ordered, though he knew they never heed his command.
At last, the wench listened to reason and stopped dead at her track, merely inches away from Finos touch. Her pupils whitened and her face paled, yet they were not that of a woman who was irate or fearful. They were those of the type of women that Fino loathed the sight of.
A faint shriek broke the standstill. It was so feeble, Fino could hardly even hear it yet he could not stand it lingering in his ears. The shriek soon turned to a cry, yet Fino could not tell where the din was coming from. It was as if the planet itself was weeping.
There, there, Arnie. Mommys here. Dont you cry, the mother cradled her child between her bruised arms, and roofed her tattered body over him, shielding him from the ills of the planet.
Finos eyes could barely keep themselves awake any longer, and his mind felt like it was pounded between stones, yet he could not fall C not until the mother left, and the babe slept.
Im sorry, My Lord. The waitress apologised, yet her voice and gaze held no remorse C not as if Fino was longing for it.
The mother hugged her baby tightly, coated him away from the harsh gale under her warm embrace, and whispered sweet lullabies into his ears C yet none were enough for him to doze once more.
Once more, she approached Fino and carefully laid down the tumbled flask of water and torn clothes next to Fino. May Ark grant your heart repose. The waitress bid her prayer under the shroud of night, when even Ark would slumber.
With her son straddled to her back, the mother walked far away, until the fog of night eventually claimed her sight away from Finos eyes.
This time... Peace and quiet at last, Fino sighed a breath of relief. His body tumbled back to the soil, and his head rested on a mount of dirt. He felt as if a boulder was lifted off his weary corpse C yet that boulder may have then rolled down a hill until it found rest on his dome instead.
The City of Colours isnt exactly for ones who yearn for silence, another familiar voice intruded his peace, though this time it was not nearly as pleasant as the hums from a dainty lady C in fact, it was the furthest away from one.
Me and my big mouth, Fino groaned, his mind no doubt was being tormented far more than his body was.
Didnt know ya had a soft spot for tender babes and abandoned moms, the old-timer who was assigned by Nine to be Finos cartman, unveiled himself from the shadow of the inns walls and basked under the moonlight C whereby Fino had to unwillingly gander at his smug grin.
Hardly. I couldn''t care less about such galling pests, Fino rose himself up and leaned his back onto a wooden post. Hed rather be caught dead than flail around on the dirt like a dead fish affront the carter.
At least try to match ya words and acts, the red-eyed geezer yawned. A man like ya is scarcely strangers to unwanted bastards and discarded broads after all, he goaded as he held onto his straw hat from fluttering away with the wind. Is this a trip of reunion perhaps?C
Enough. Fino glared at the loudmouthed boor.
My apologies. The conceited oaf stuttered, for once since Fino had met him. But whatever ya spout, ya still took quite a bad beating for them, ya lordship, he walked towards Fino, yet he stopped half a step away from Fino C unsure whether out of enmity or the putrid waft reeking from Finos stained garments.
Then you obviously havent been on the receiving end of my brothers fists, Fino laughed, though it itched his nose at the slightest move of his jaws. This is nothing. He laughed further, and it wasnt long before he sneezed out clotted blood.
Nothing or not, I couldnt have ya falling on me here. Not until I get my due arks, the carter picked up a piece of cloth left to ferment in the soil and hurled it at Fino.
Its always arks with you people isnt it? Fino caught the rag and wiped his nose.
Ya know it. Why else would I be here? Dazing my eyes on this sorry sight, the old coot lamented as if he was the one bruised and bludgeoned.
Then do stop subjecting your eyes on this pile of heaping mess and leave, Fino hurled the red-soaked cloth back to the eyesore of a man.
The carter caught the reddened scarph. Ya dont gotta'' tell me twice, after all, this nightly walk sure has taken a toll on these old bones. Oughta retreat for the night then, he yawned once more, as he stretched his back and rubbed his arms.
The moon reached its zenith and glimmered its grace over the old mans body for a moment, illuminating secrets that Fino could not have seen afore. His knuckles were shredded and blistered as if they were grated against tree barks, while his fists were daubed in dry blood C though it did not appear to seep from his own flesh.
Did you Fino mumbled, staring wordlessly at the carters bloody hands.
Think of it as a client special. As far as Im concerned, ya are my most stable spring of arks. Im not bout to let ya kick the bucket before I retire, with the sodden cloth caught from Fino, he tore it in two and wrapped one to each fist.
As if Id die from just that. Ark didnt carve us Archetypes that frail, Fino claimed jestingly C unsure whether it was a claim or a jest.
Ya not overly convincing with ya trousers dowsed in shite and piss. The geezer pointed and leered his red orbs down at Fino.
Beat it, old man. Fino garbled, shaking his hand at the boor as if he was a wayward mutt.
Desmi.
What? Finos thoughts came to a halt. The night kept bringing him unwanted surprises one after the other.
I have a name. Ya oughta use it. The carter demanded as if he had any right to force that upon Fino.
Then you ought to stop calling me city boy as well, Fino demanded as if he had any strength left to force that upon the carter.
The steerer holds the rein, not the passenger.
And the noble lord holds the arks, not the uncouth carter.
The geezer smiled at the riposte, though it wasnt the same arrogant grin that he always ported. Retreat for the night, Lord Fino. Desmi turned his back away before suggesting, as if it wasnt the sole thing Fino would do if it wasnt for his intrusion.
Alright, see you tomorrowC
One more thing, Desmi veered his head back once more, just as he was about to retreat from the moonlight and out of Finos sight.
What now? Fino grunted.
That fancy knife of yours, he pointed towards Finos back satchel, where his dagger rested. Treat it as it is, and not as a glorified ornament. Lest ya wanna dull its glim and scrap its splendour. Desmi advised.
Fino reached behind his rear and unveiled Maria. His fingers trembled at the mere touch of the leather-wrapped hilt. Though it has been centuries since the dagger was forged, its shine and sharpness still persist. The black blade would have cloaked away into the night if not for the sapphire gem embroidered at its core. Maria was a sister blade to the other legendary weapons crafted to be wielded by the Archetypes. Its siblings were accoladed with plentiful renowned exploits, yet Maria had never even felt the tender lullaby as its blade slashed through the regaling gale, nor the misty touch of blood showering over its gem.
A dagger like this is already dulled if wielded by me. No reason for me to further punish it. Fino held a wistful smile, before sheathing Maria away to the dark once more.
If ya wish to part from it so much, I dont mind stripping it from ya hands. The greedy and tactless geezer stretched his arm and opened his palm, and it was not to lend Fino a hand.
Nice try. If I cant wield it, then a crude bum who carts horses for a living sure cant either, Fino shut any delusional thoughts Desmi may have.
Youre one to talk, the carter sneered. Guess the blade wont be feeling the warmth of a master anytime soon. Desmi sighed, outwardly disappointed.
Who knows? I dont mind hocking it off to willing lords for a suitable reward. Fino jested. A plot of land maybe? Fino laughed to himself, with his mouth curved into a wide arc.
Delusions. They cloud ya judgment.
The most beautiful and graceful of women then? Finos laughter dwindled, with his mouth flustered C struggling to stay up.
Not even the vilest tramps would pawn their daughters off to ya.
How about barrels of wine? Finos laughter faded, with his smile vanished alongside.
Half of em oughta be sweetened till it sends ya to an early grave.
The soil Fino rested upon was not enough, he was half a mind to dig a ditch to bury himself in C lest that save him from the embarrassment of not knowing what he wants in life.
The carter didnt seem to wallow in his victory at displeasing Fino, and instead merely scratched the scar that spanned across his face. Alright, my bad. Unlike my boss, Ive never been one to make fine jokes. Sure, youd probably be able to get something ya like one of these days, he apologized, though it felt less of sincere regret and more backhanded. What do ya want though? Desmi asked.
What do I want? Many vain ideas and incredible thoughts budded in Finos mind. He has lived for over two centuries, yet his dreams numbered few and between. Perhaps, there was a time when his heart was filled with desire and ambition, but it has all but vanished alongside that which warmed his heart. For a transient moment, Fino glimpsed down at the bandages and water left behind by the mother and her child C if only they could mend his reveries as well. I want
I want to go to Dreamcity. Thats what I want. Fino answered with his head slumped low, facing the muck and insects.
Desmis glare felt as if it was painted in contempt, though it could be just his fearsome scar. Lick ya wounds and dont be late tomorrow morn, city boy. He sighed as he spun aback, his tone was not as snarky as usual.
Whatever, old maC
One last thing, just as he was about to leave the grace of the moonshine and be engulfed under the shade of the roof, Desmi turned around once more C to Finos dismay.
How many last things are there left? Fino groaned at the unending charade.
It wouldnt hurt to thank the lass, ya know? She no doubt got an earful just for bringing ya those slops, he pointed at the cloths and flask by Finos feet.
I didnt ask for courtesy lessons from you, Fino spat at the nosey coachman and landed on the toe cap of his boot.
I wouldnt have to if ya wasnt so dull in the head, ya lordship. The disgruntled geezer dragged his boot athwart the dirt until the spittle faded. Just dont do something ya gonna regret. Desmi lastly left his parting words and tipped his straw hat before strutting away, humming to the rhythm of All Centum Road with each marching step.
Theres nothing to regret anymore, Fino stared aimlessly at the sole of his boots. No longer would he need to muster enough strength to not slumber away on the spot, coated in mud and mounted by ants. His back tumbled down to the dirt as the moon and stars shone directly over his body C their blinding lights descended upon his dozing eyes. Even now you would not let me rest? Fino whinged, though even the might of Ark himself would not be able to keep him awake for long. As his lids writhed to keep themselves open, glimmers of the silver arks left behind by the cads reflected upon his eyes, yet they did not sheen nearly as bright as a pile of bleeding cloths and a copper flask. Though his mind felt as if it was grinded between cogs and his muscles felt as though they would melt from his bones at the slightest nudge C with his last sliver of might, Fino tossed away the silver arks in his path and hugged the bundle of red cloths and water flagon, as if he was a baby and they were blankets for him to embrace into the twilight journey with him. May you have sweet dreams of stars Was this what you wanted
The morn had come, and the sun had risen. Drowsy travelers and merchants saddled their steeds and primed their wagons to set hooves and wheels onto the Iron Trail once more.
Fino was barely able to even catch a wink of sleep without the buzzing of moths and hooting of owls disturbing his rest. He had been awake for hours, refuging under the shade of the carriage until its carter arrived. His joints still ached and sored as if they hadnt been stretched for days. His blistered lips had coalesced, while his lids held huge purple swells as if they were dulled horns.
His stomach grumbled wildly. He had not had any breakfast yet, though hed rather starve for one morn than set foot inside the inn again. Fino tapped his foot wildly to the beat of the chirping birds and his growling stomach. How long is this geezer going to take?
As Fino waited and yawned in boredom, he sighted a pair of silver-eyed ecliants walking into the inn. With the scorching sun shining over his brown hide and burning his wounds, he had to squint tightly to notice that they were adorning light blue vests, with a green three-pointed star sigil pinned to their chest.
What are the watchers doing here? Fino wondered as he hid himself behind the carriage. His feet moved all on their own, though he had done nothing of worth to be apprehended.
They finally got those troublemakers? a nearby merchant said as he hauled his wares onto his wagon.
Im surprised it took them this long. The Blues never came when those scalawags messed around before. What gives? another neighbouring merchant mentioned, as he stared at the watchers escorting crooks outside with shackles locked around their wrists.
Fino peered through the crevices of the carriage, whereby he saw the three brutes from last night, bruised all over, limping across the pathway as if they were walking corpses. The imp had shortened further as if his head was caved in. The swine had fattened further, with his entire body swollen as if he were a plump tomato. The lanky cad had slimmed further as if his ribcage had been crushed and dusted from within.
I kinda feel bad for the runts, the first merchant winced at the grisly sight.
If they were the ones to be battered, then why are they arrested? the second merchant inquired.
Not a story easy to digest so early in the morn. But I heard theyC
Ya ready to go? Desmi appeared and shook Fino out of his peeping habit.
It took you long enough, Fino coughed, trying to mask his startle.
Sorry bout that, the carter apologized, yet once more, it felt nothing like one. Its pretty rare to see the Blues in these shoddy parts of Xearth, dont ya think? For no good reason no doubt, he pondered. Arent ya a lucky lad? Mayhap Ark has a heart after all. Desmi goaded Fino, as he slapped him on the back.
Fino did not move. Even after the three brutes had disappeared from sight, and no doubt were on their way to the Ironmount Institute C Fino felt not an ounce of care. His wounds still burned and his small pride still shattered C though he cared not for them either. He knew not what he was waiting nor longing for, but he did not move from the spot he dug his heels in C merely staring aimlessly at the inn, as his eyes morphed hollow while his heartbeat raced.
A sharp snap of the fingers woke Fino from his stupor. They hit ya head even harder than I thought, Desmi kept snapping his fingers before Finos eyes as if he were a child.
Im fine. Fino shook the tactless geezers hand away from his face.
If ya good, then let us make way. Do ya still have something ya waiting for? Desmi probed crudely.
Fino twirled his gaze away from the inn, now emptied of any worth, and climbed up the wagon steps. What else would there be to wait for? he uttered, his orbs still hollowed of their usual golden splendour, and his hand found itself holding tightly onto the silver ring on his left ring finger.
Desmi merely smirked and rolled his eyes, as he too hopped onto the carriage and took hold of the reins. The tanned carter adorned the sunhat over his silver head, and whipped the two horses rears until they began to gallop.
As the wagon once more set its wheels onto the Iron Trail, Fino gandered through his window, seeing the decrepit inn becoming smaller and smaller with each shaking trundle. He kept staring and staring, until the inn and its hovel were no more than a wisp blinded under the morning sun. Fino closed the recently fitted curtain over his window and rested his sore back onto his seat C prickly cushioned by the dagger strapped to his hind. He gently shut his eyes until the curtained sun claimed him for slumber, this time undisturbed by meddling cads, crawling bugs, stalwart mothers, and tearful babes C yet something felt missing. The nothingness that would never return pricked Finos temple and grinded his ears.
Should I have Fino muttered faint secrets to the morning breeze as his golden eyes dimmed, though he knew his fleeting penitence was worthless to bygone listeners C for the sun has woken, yet the children still slumber.
Chapter 9 – Evens: “The Land Be Cleansed”
I still could not believe we have to do this. Owl whined and flailed his arms as if he were a toddler.
The boy coated in scars and stitches lay his palm on the wailer''s shoulder. Best believe it. There are no free dinners in our household. Evens retorted. Youre lucky that Mom even let you off for this long, Evens snarled C for it has been close to a fortnight since the night they intruded upon Evenss dinner.
But I dont wanna, the raw-boned and foulmouthed freeloader further moaned.
The lanky lad with a pegleg, tiptoed forward and lay his own palm on the other shoulder. Yield already, Owl. Your moaning isnt going to change anything, Rupert attempted to console the whining child, though it did not seem to yield much success.
Ya can try to act gallant all ya want, but I can tell that ya screaming inside as well, Owl shoved Ruperts hand off him.
No, I am not. Rupert claimed, though while his eyes avoiding Owls.
Yeah, ya are. Owl enunciated every single word, all while glaring down at the cowering giant.
The moronic duo began to argue in broad daylight, unheeding to surrounding passers-by.
Damn idiots Evens sighed.
They were no longer in the Bottom Barrel. The morn began early for Evens, having to pack his gear to journey towards the centre of Screwpile, where opportunities lay more abundant. A chance fell upon them and took them out of the Bottom Barrel and to a more pleasant part of Screwpile, yet even so, it was still infested with junk, blood, and steel. Instead of the sullen mobs of humans and steelborns that roamed the Bottom Barrel, in this part of Screwpile, ecliants were more plentiful though they still pale in numbers compared to the ilk whom they deemed to be inferior. The streets were wider and huddled with many pedlars stalls trading exotic goods from Seapien Port to the Wasteland, and open taverns serving blissful steelmen and wistful humans. Ecliants carried about their days trading with distant merchants, unminding the steelborns and humans as if they were stones littered on the dusty road. Steelborns lay under the shades of their stalls, trying their best to barter and sell their forged merchandise to trusting travellers. Humans were yet no different than they were in the Bottom Barrel C they crawled around street corners like stray mutts, with barely any cloth to cover their nude self, either drunk and collapsed affront a tavern door or begging for arks affront merchant stalls. The sight was the same wherever Evens went, yet it did not vex him any less to see it each time. Have some shame Evens scoffed.
The sun was terribly harsh with its grace. Ecliants, steelborns, and humans alike all found refuge under the roofs of stone inns and brothels, all built unevenly to try and cram as many structures into one space as conceivable. If not for the job that Evens had to undertake, perhaps he would have wasted himself away to one of the nearby taverns or brothels as well. Not like I could anyway. Having to babysit these two, Evens glanced back toward the two fools in their incessant scuffle.
Will you all give it a rest? a shrieking roar, far fiercer than the ones from any meterases that Evens has heard, shook the raucous boys out of their childish scrap. If the client sees this ruckus and rid of us, best believe a slight clean-up gig would be the last of your worries, affront the house of which todays commission would be conducted, Mother scolded them with her alloyed arms crossed, even though her shout was far louder than Owl and Ruperts petty spat.
Yes, maam. Owl bowed his head.
Yes, maam. Rupert bowed his head.
Yes, maam. Evens bowed his head as well, though he did nothing wrong.
Good. Mom rose back a kind yet eery smile, before facing the door once more.
Mom accepted a housekeeping commission for a day, and since Rupert and Owl still havent repaid her goodwill, she decided to force it upon them to reimburse, and unfortunately, Evens was caught in the clash.
Evens reached into his worn-out satchel and unwrapped a parchment detailing the commission. They had reached the house of an ecliant named Lygor, who was seeking temporary housekeepers after his previous ones allegedly quit. Though knowing ecliants, Evens do not doubt that there is more to uncover behind that purported account.
Even a lowly ecliant in this part of Xearth could afford housemaids? Must be nice Evens thought. No matter how poor and unfortunate an ecliant is, they would still triumph far over the happiest of humans and steelborns.
The house was about three times as tall and double that in width compared to Evenss shabby hut, though that was hardly a noteworthy accomplishment. Even amongst the neighbouring holds, it was more on the larger side. A keep made of crumbling cobblestones, that mayhap aged far back over a century ago C the cobwebs and creepers hugging its walls did not help to make it seem any less haunted.
Hello, housekeeping here, Mom fixed her white and black attire, before knocking gently on the door C her steel knuckles colliding into the wooden door made a strange sound that no humans, ecliants, or steelborns could make.
The four waited for the homeowner to arrive.
Mom stood still and unwavering as if she were a monolith C Evens doubted even a storm would break her posture.
Rupert struggled to stand straight with how many bags and satchel he wrapped around his giant body C though it was his fault for insisting upon himself to shoulder everyones weight.
Owl yawned and scratched his butt crack while slouching his back C even Evens would feel bad for any sorry ecliant sop that received him as their maid.
Evens glanced his eyes upon each nook and cranny of the stone house affront him, from the dark smoke flowing out of the round chimney, to the draped windows allowing no light to enter its domain C a pity that such a structure would be maltreated like this. Take care of where you live, Evens pressed his palm against the dusty wall, marking his stamp onto it.
The door creaked open lastly, and all bated breath and distractions came to an end.
A grey fogey with a plump belly that could barely be contained within his yellowed blouse greeted Mother, each of his purple eyes staring in the opposite direction. He had thin white hair and even thinner stubbles across his face, Evens shuddered to think of when the last time he had groomed and washed himself. Youre here? Good, good. Come in and start already. Lygor ordered, and for an instant, his eyes glazed over Evens, Owlem, and Rupert C his disdainful wince was faint but all could notice, nevertheless. His tone was feeble and meek, and he waved his hand nonchalantly as if he were gesturing for his hounds to return home.
The quartet walked into the dimly lit house.
The moment Evens stepped foot passed the doorframe, foul stench and squalls of dust raided his nose C despite his house appearing to be fairly yet oddly tidy as if ghosts housed in it, though there were a few empty bottles and dry animal bones littered over the floor.
The doorway led straight to the lounge, where lay a fireplace and not much else. Atop the pile of burning logs, a longsword lay ornamented over the wall, where its scabbard shielded the blade from rising smoke and embers. It lay dormant inside a black sheathe, decorated with woven red stars C a rather fine craft if Evens had ever seen one, perhaps the stout geezer once wielded it under the banner of a watcher or the Sentinel.
Dont any of you dare touch it, you understand? the old oaf marched towards Evens and warned him sternly, though he did not look terribly threatening with his ale belly and sullen eyes. His breath reeked of spoiled meat, while his teeth decayed and chipped.
Evens did not respond and merely nodded C for hed rather avoid opening his mouth alongside Lygors, lest he wanted to risk huffing in his stench.
I said do you understand!? he shouted, yet his roar did not match his frail body, and it shook Evens slightly aback.
Yes, sir. Evens announced.
Yes, sir. Owl announced.
Yes, sir. Rupert announced.
Good, good With eyes crossed as if he were a lizard, the slovenly old man grunted.
Lygor then limped towards the end of the corridor, bumping his shoulders against bookshelves and knees against cupboards, yet it did not seem to pain him in the slightest. Once reached the end, a chamber lay open, though it was engulfed in darkness without even a single flicker of light. The strange freak retreated into the chamber and sealed the door tight, unminding whether his housekeepers may rob his dwelling C perhaps to him, they were no more than mere vermin who do not have the temerity to act against their ecliant master.
Stop gawking around, boys. He doesnt pay us to clean his house with our eyes, Mom clapped her hands to wake everyone from their daze. Once awoken, she tossed Evens a wooden broom, Rupert a bucket of water with a soaked rag, and Owlem a pair of gloves alongside a basket C each item more tattered and grimier than the last. Well, get to it. Mom snapped her fingers and commanded the crew, acting as if she was the owner of the keep, while the actual owner had retreated to his cave.
Honestly, Id rather slay mets than this, Owl complained as he covered his nose away from the oddly sticky gloves that he received.
And for the first time, neither Evens nor Rupert chimed in their dispute.
Well, at least mine doesnt look too bad At least I hope so Rupert chuckled nervously, as he lifted the bucket and pocketed the rag C unsure as to what needed a scrubbing.
Such is our life Evens lamented as he held up the splintered wooden broom, and began to sweep the stone floor lathered in dust, mouldy crumbs, and gnawed bones.
The sun had begun to descend, and the curtains were no longer needed to shield the keep from its dazzling grace.
The housekeepers had nearly completed their cleaning duty, all except for the chamber that Lygor confined himself in C even though the room probably needed most cleaning, with all the harsh and fishy odour that seeped out from the doors crevices.
Everyone was exhausted. Only the lounge remained to be tidy and cleansed C the place where they started, still scattered with rubbish and grime.
Evens has slouched the whole day while sweeping, making it seem as if he had a hunchback. The broom that he gripped so tightly onto, left its mark on Evenss palms, and as its duty neared its end, Evens felt as if the wooden stick was heavier than any swords or spears he had wielded.
How are things on your end? Evens coughed, with dust still caught in his throat.
All good here. Owl rose a thumb up from across the room. For the love of Ark, how many bottles does this guy have lying around? Owl whispered as he picked up another bottle and tossed it in his basket, ensuring that the owner could not hear him. Ya good, Peg? Owl asked Rupert.
The normally amenable and responsive Rupert did not grant an answer, he merely kept on cleaning in his own corner C all while porting a deadpan face, as if he had encountered the vilest atrocity.
Owl encroached slowly toward the legless husk. Ya alright? I saidC
Leave him. Evens yelled from across the chamber.
What? Owl asked with a puzzled look.
With one hand still sweeping dust, Evens lifted the other and pointed his finger towards the wooden foot of Rupert C whereby next to it lay a large chamber pot, and it was spotless, though Evens was certain that it was not spotless before.
The horror conjured onto Owls agape face upon seeing his own reflection mirrored on the ceramic pot was enough to tell Evens that even someone as callous as Owl knew when to hold his tongue regarding others messy affairs.
They carried on cleaning and tidying the room in their own corners C all in silence, with only the sounds of brushing broom, sponging cloth, and rustling basket to lull their ears.
Even as his hands were occupied with wielding his sweeper, Evens couldnt stop himself from admiring the sheathed blade perched above flame, rather than the clusters of dust speckled over the walkway. The black scabbard was woven with fine leather, though cracks and creases have covered the lustre yet dry sheathe, and engulfed its red starry markings. How old is it? Though the scabbard proved fine craftmanship, and while its sheen was hidden under a drape and away from prying eyes C Evens was sure that he could forge a sword far greater if given the materials, arks, and time.
Are you all done, boys? Mom walked into the room after being missing for half of the day, her garment tattered and covered in dust and dirt while her silver hair was tied to a bun. Though her tenor seemed spry and blithe, no doubt she took on far more chore than all of the rest combined C after all, half of the house and the garden were untouched by Evens, Owl, and Rupert.This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.
Perks of being a servicebot no doubt, Evens stared at his mother, freed from trickling sweat and tiring gasps. Yes, maam. Evens bowed his head briskly.
Yes, maam. Owl bowed his head wearily.
Yes maam... Rupert bowed his head creakily, life had all but left his hollowed eyes.
Wonderful. Good job, boys. Im so proud of you all for working so hard. Mom clapped her hands, fluttering dust off of her palms.
Thanks. Evens scratched his cheek. But you should tone down on your own workload. Sure you servicebots have your inhuman strength, but your resilience doesnt quite match up, Evens warned.
Even though Evens was quite confident in his skills as a craftsman, he still had yet to have any inkling behind how Newspecs was able to create sentient beings such as servicebots. Though, just as Evens fell short of the craftmanship of Newspecs, itd seem they too fell short of the might of Ark. Servicebots were far from faultless, their short lifespan and frequent breakdown had led them to be abandoned by their creators and masters C aside from Mother, Evens do not believe he had seen another person whom too bore her fleece of grey.
You worry too much, Evens. Num laughed at her worrywart of a son.
Youre one to talk, Evens sneered at the woman who would give him an endless earful if he were to arrive home late by even a minute.
Thank you, Evens. But best reserve that concern for yourself and your friends. Unlike me, you have blood to be shed and flesh to be blotted, Mother smiled a sombre arch that her ruby eyes could not match.
The chamber lurking at the end of the keep suddenly burst open its door, and from within the shadowy depth, a walking husk who had hibernated for an entire day left his cave and hobbled sluggishly, carrying his plump belly and all, towards the startled spectators.
Good evening, Lord Lygor. Mom bowed her head to him, though he was no Lord.
Though Evens despised the idea of greeting an ecliant of his meagre stature as such, the glare from Moms bloodshot orbs compelled him and the other two to bend their neck.
Have you lot finished? Lygor hiccupped and scratched his dishevelled head. Drools splattered over his lips while rusts surrounded his lips C he seemed even more unkempt than before.
Yes, sir. I hope that youll be pleased with what weve done for your abode, Mom said.
Yes. Good, good. Its good The half-awake ecliant slurred his words, with his eyes hardly opened and barely even a slight glance was given to his house C outwardly unbothered whether the commission was fulfilled or not, and instead beginning to tumble back to his cavern.
Excuse me, sir. Regarding the payment, Mom asked before the mindless sleepwalker could dare to escape his end of the bargain.
Yes, yes. Youre right. Lygor gasped as if he genuinely forgot. A dozen bronze arks, was it?
A dozen? That much only for cleaning? Evens was baffled, he received far less for risking his life and limbs hunting meterases.
With the little semblance of wits returned about his dome, Lygor walked back to his room and slammed the door shut C though darkness and silence no longer obscured the chamber, as flickering candlelight shone out of the doors gaps alongside the sound of wild cupboard rummaging.
We oughta run the moment he hands the arks. Man gives me the creep, Owl whispered to Evenss ear.
No objection here. Evens retorted, though he wouldnt mind staying back a while longer if it meant he could further admire the ornamented blade.
Same. Rupert chimed in, at the hint of mentions about soon departure.
The rummaging ended, and the source of the ruckus left his dorm and limped towards Mother. In his grasp was a sack woven by a thin leather that Evens had never seen used. He then handed the bag to Mom, revealing brown dry marks over its patching, reeking with stench of rotten meat and stale wine.
Without any hesitation, Mom untied the string wrapped around the neck of the satchel and reached her delicate hand into the mawkish mess. Thank you so much, Lord Lygor. She meticulously counted every single bronze arks.
Yes, yes Lygor mumbled as he scratched his neck wildly like a rabid beast, his long and yellowy nails digging deep into his brittle skin.
Matters of payment coated behind forced pleasantries irked Evens, instead, he found more enjoyment in admiring the bedecked sword once more C yet this time, faint droplets leaking out of the scabbard and befell onto the flame caught his attention. Evens tiptoed closer to try and have a better sight, yet he never even encroached a step closer before a taut grip landed on his shoulder and hurled him backward.
What did I say? the man who always seemed soulless shouted at the top of his lungs and gripped Evens by his collars. What did I say? Lygor repeated himself before Evens could even answer.
Calm yourself. I did not even touch it or anything, for all the airs the old ecliant vigorously flaunted, age must have caught up to him C and Evens effortlessly chucked his chunky yet frail fists aside.
You brat. How dare you speak back to me, Lygor cursed at Evens C though he did not look threatening when holding onto his flimsy wrist as if Evens had twisted it.
Evens. Mom leered at Evens C that indeed was threatening, even though her smile still curved and eyes still soft.
My apologies, sir. Please forgive my offence. Evens bowed, though the words struggled to leave his mouth. His head bent low until he was sure that the swine would only be able to see his dusky mane and not his grimace.
You should be sorry You should be sorry If not for your mommy, vermin of your ilk would never set foot in my keep. Lygor casted a classic insult, reserved only for ecliants.
As if any would want to drown in this pigsty, Evens mumbled, though for as old and half-witted the ecliant appeared, his hearing did not seem to dull alongside.
You human filth, as if he had turned into a wild beast, Lygor stumbled wildly throughout the chamber, knocking over recently tidied furniture and decor in his path. His maddening rampage did not quell until his arm chanced upon a flower vase decorated atop a crumbling shelf and then snatched it by the neck. You show no respect to the ones whove shielded you, the enraging bull pointed the glass vase at Evens as if it were a sword.
Shielded us? This man must be dafter than I thought, Evens smirked.
Evenss smirk further reddened Lygor, and he lunged towards Evens with the vase rose above his head. Dare mock me again, you impuC
The old oaf was slow and big, even a child would be able to dodge his charge, let alone a tested huntsman like Evens. Old fool. Dont blame me forC
Yet before Evens could ready his stance, a small grey figure dove in between him and the charging bull. Their thin and delicate arms stretched outward, undaunted by the man twice their size rushing towards them with a vase also twice the size of her head.
The crackling sound of flower water pouring onto the floor alongside glass being shattered to dozens of shards aggrieved the ears of Evens, yet the irritation vanished wholly when he saw the protector afront him fall to their knees.
Mom! Evens knelt down next to her. Her forehead was caved in slightly, yet no blood nor flesh seeped out to stain her alloyed skin, it was all hollow and obscured C though that mattered naught.
The ecliant bastard was too on the floor, though no one even touched a hair on his head. Crawling away and bawling dolefully as if his fat head was the one that was bashed in.
Evens stood up, his brown eyes fixed on the crawling Lord. The many scars throughout his body ached wildly, yet it was not painful enough to restrain his arms from grabbing his broom and his legs from marching toward Lygor.
From the corner of his eyes, he spotted Owl and Rupert creeping behind him as well. Dont you dare try to stop me, Evens muttered, yet his prey was afront of him, and he could not afford to turn his back.
My sincerest apology.
I said do not try to stop mC Evens could not finish his words, lest he wished to suffer their wrath.
My son is but an uncouth boy. Please do not let the words from such an imprudent kid sour your temper. Standing tall as if the wound had vanished, Mom apologised with her hand holding over her head to shelter the hole.
Yes, yes. Youre right, as if the beast was neutered and sedated, Lygor responded meekly.
As Lygor listlessly stood back up onto his feet, Mom fell to her knees once more C no doubt her show of resilience was no more than mere bluffs.
As if his legs had too lost their strength and shifted to his arms, Evens dove down and caught her frail body before it could meet the ground again. Why did you do that for? Evens carefully assisted her to sit upright.
My foolish son, the colour of her ruby orbs dimmed ever so faintly. If you could find the answer to your own question, then I would no longer have to do things like this anymore. Mom panted softly, though her smile had yet to fade.
Stubborn hag Evens breathed a sigh of relief.
Her respite was fleeting, though her dome was cratered and her breath was short, Mom grabbed onto Evenss shoulder and lifted herself up. Once more, I am really sorry for my boys behaviour. Id ensure to discipline him once I return home, she bowed to the man who harmed her.
It irked Evens. The words Mom chose to speak and the man to whom her words were delivered to C they all irked Evens. Evens could not recall how many of his ilk had heard those words, though none were deserving. His fists clenched tightly until his nails dug passed his scars and into his palms. The house was locked and windows draped, with no prying eyes besides Evenss own ilk and a lone ecliant C wild and perilous thoughts rummaged through his dome yet his limbs did not bear the same vigour.
Wait. Are you leaving already? Lygor asked timidly, with his crossed eyes seeming innocently enough.
Mother brushed the dust off of her dress. Would there be any other chambers youd like us to clean? We owe you that much after what just transpired, Mom proposed, as she then gazed at the unspoiled chamber at the end of the keep.
No, no. Not particularly. Lygor flippantly stepped to the side, blocking alls view of his chamber.
Im really sorry, sir. If there are no more needs of yours that we could tend to, then we best leave before nightfall, lest we wish to earn the ire of the Sentinels, Mom clarified, her words outwardly brought some semblance of sense to the dithering and reticent oaf.
No. Youre right, youre right. Right, off with you all then. Lygor whimpered, with drool trickling down his mouth yet he slurped it back up.
What is up with this man? Evens winced, few men he had met could match his oddity.
Perhaps Mom agreed with Evenss sentiment as well, for she merely bowed and gave the snivelling and salivating ecliant her signature courteous smile.
The arks have been earned, and the deal has concluded C ecliant or not, Lygor could not oppose that which has been contracted. The pudgy husk shrunk down to a ball, all while nibbling on his nails and rocking back and forth as if he was a cradle C yet though his eyes were hollowed and cheeks sunken, the sentinel would not desert his assigned post and leave his chamber unguarded.
Evens gathered his gear into his satchel and set for the doorway C for a pair of grumblers and plodders, Owl and Rupert were far more on top compared to Evens when it came to departing.
Cmon, boys. Awaiting at the entrance, Mom called out to the three, of which Owl and Rupert wasted no time waggling their tails and scampering with their paws over. She had a murky towel wrapped around her forehead, though she did not seem to mind nor wince at the filth infesting her wounds and stench stuffing her nose.
Evens marched gently towards where the light from the slumbering sun shone C of all the rubbishes this keep bore, Evens could not deny the fleeting marvel constructs it too housed. With half his body crossed into the light, while the other half still shrouded in the shade C Evens glanced back once more, at the crumpled knight and the dusky castle he shielded, oozing foul yet familiar scents to Evens, as if meats were spoiled, drinks were spilled, and blood were shed.
Evens left the keep and sealed the creaky gate C abandoning the house and its host to the darkness. He huffed in a lungful breath of fresh air, no longer tampered by rotten stenches and stifling dust.
The sun has halfly slept C no longer blinding Evenss eyes. Outdoor merchants and pedlars were retreating for the day, while taverns and brothels readying themselves for the boisterous night to come.
Well that was not weird at all, Owl sighed faintly as he ambled down the porch.
The man did not seem right in the head, Rupert sighed aloud C unbecoming for a normally collected man such as him.
Ya dont say, Owl groaned while sniffing his fingers C the very same ones who have touched and been subjected to the foulest of horrors.
Do you know him, Mom? Evens asked his mother, who was leading the pack in front.
This was the first time I met him. Foreman Chin was the one who passed me this request. Mom revealed this to Evens.
So it was that old bastards idea. No wonder Evens clicked his tongue in annoyance.
Apparently Lygor was once a Sentinel, of the Scout Corp even. Perhaps things didnt go too well in the Wasteland for him. Mother added, a tint of lustre glossed over her crimson eyes.
How bad could it actually be? Seeing that the man hasnt shied away from drinking sewage and eating shit. Evens mocked the absent man who could no longer defend himself. Am I right, Rupert? Evens tapped Ruperts shoulder C he would not let the scrubber forget his day or his pot anytime soon.
Shut up. Rupert shrugged Evenss palm away. Whatever hes been feasting on, I dont want to taste a single morsel even if Im on my last leg, the poor lad gagged at the mere mention of it.
Old habits die hard, I suppose. Lets hope that he does not need new housekeepers every time around anymore, Mom said, though her words eluded Evenss mind C perhaps a few things only steel on steel could understand.
As Evens marched through the dwindling street, filled with yawning faces setting away their wares for the night and exalted smiles hopping over to the nearest tavern; a stampede ensued at the midst of the junction C albeit a rather little and lonesome one.
A boy, perhaps no more than half of Evenss age and height, ran amok in the square, all while blaring and throwing piles of papers to passers-by. He wore a pale green beret with a matching coat and a satchel around his chest that held heaps of newspapers C a rather fancy attire for such a young boy.
Breaking news! The Sentinels are marching to Screwpile! Spearheaded by the prodigal Prime Sentinel and notorious Kinslayer no less! Hide in your keeps and hide your kids, lest you want them to be herd to the mines of the Ironmount! To keep up to date on their march to the slums, snatch yourself the latest issue of the Daily Centum! the newsboy shouted at the top of his lungs, attracting the curiosity and fear of steelmen and humans alike.
Speak of the devil, Evens sighed. The despicable Sentinels were no strangers to lurking and laying their greasy paws in every corner of Xearth C but a mobilisation of an entire troupe to such a small and meagre part of the realm was bewildering to even Evens who has dwelt in Screwpile for over a decade.
Well, what are we having for dinner? Owls stomach growled, nigh matching the hollers from the newsboy.
I do not believe your empty stomach should take precedence right now, Rupert coughed softly in his hand, his usual prim composure seemed to have returned.
Yeah, shameless bastard. Evens insulted Owl, his usual grim composure seemed to have returned.
Cmon, quit acting prissy and proper. The job is done already, and I know ya all as hungry as I am, his belly grumbled louder as if he housed a beast in there. While masking sorrowful eyes and shedding crocodile tears, Owl turned to Mother, perhaps praying that his embellished agony would be enough to move Moms kindness.
Yet Mom did not appear to even grasp Owls plea, her dilated pupils seemed to lean elsewhere and nowhere all at once. Im sorry, Owlem C but go home, and stay there. You as well, Rupert C go home to your sister. She advised the two lads. At least until this ordeal comes to an end, I do not wish for any of you to leave your roof, Mother muttered quietly, while her limbs fell numb as the rag bandaged her head unloosened and dropped from her temple.
What? Evens choked on his own spit, and Owl and Rupert appeared to do so as well.
Owl walked gently up to Mom, his body quivering faintly as if trying his best to not irate the silent witch. Thanks for ya concern but no can do, maam. I need to earn arksC
This is an order.
All became as silent as she was, and their faint nods were the only proper response they could conjure.
Few and far between had Evens ever heard such ire in Mothers voice and such torment in her eyes. The last time was when Evens proposed to sell his flesh and organs to the Centum Order to earn themselves some arks C he wished not to recall the austere fury that was wreaked upon him that day. The rage that she bore in this instant felt indistinguishable from that of the past.
Perhaps pleased with the unanimous nods from the boys or mayhap with their enduring silence, Mother bent over to pick up the fallen towel and enveloped it around her dome once more. Good. Now lets go home. Mother smiled a sunny smile that could warm the hearts of even the coldest of men C yet that nightfall, under the bitter sky casted by the ebbing sun, it felt as cold as steel.
Chapter 10 – Six: “Another Day At Work”
The Iron Trail felt as if it was a skillet spanning for miles on end, heated by the burning sun, with the stream of limping Sentinels being the cooked ingredients.
Four days had it been since the Heart Corp began their march to Screwpile, and the summer haze had not fared well for the unripe bannermen who had spent more time in bars than barracks.
Their wish for repose would soon be granted, for the sun has begun to wane its cruel spells, allowing the rally to set up camp in the meadow by the Steelroad.
Six hundred strong, that ought to suffice to quell some pesky rebels, yet less than half of them knew how to pitch a tent and start a fire C it was a wonder how they had persisted so far under the leadership of the Commander of the Heart Corp, Idavi Senu, or Dertien as per his serial-name.
Atop a dwarf hill by the field, Six gazed down at his rally C a rather pitiful sight it would have been if not for the accompanying scenery of the slumbering sun and velvety clouds above the lustre verdant pasture.
With the sun bidding its passing parting, the armys temperament seemed to ameliorate alongside. Their lips curved to a wide arch now that the pleasant breeze of dawn chilled their body under their stuffy armour, and their hands packed with warm grubs and cold ales C or perhaps, because the Heart Corp seldom needed to rally their banners, their carefree gist came easier than the two other corps.
Six took in a deep breath of the fresh countrys breeze, untainted by cities filths, and unloosed his knotted golden locks so they may relish the draft as well. The pleasant yet sharp scent of patches of grass prickled his nose while the aromatic smoke bubbling from pots of boiling stews prepared by the army cooks clouded his golden orbs. Scenes of sored and cherry folks enjoying their evening feast, flesh and steel critters alike retreating to their nests and burrows for the nightfall, beds of colourful flowers dimmed as the sunlight dwindled C all sights that Six hadnt seen for so long, but the one cherished piece has yet to return.
Sixs fleeting delight in sightgazing was intruded upon by two looming figures ascending the hill he was on.
Good evening, Lord Six. The Commander of the Heart Corp trudged towards Six C though he looked less like a commander and more like a sweating swine, panting and limping with each passing step.
To you as well, Lord Senu. Six greeted the plump commander.
Another day has passed, and the day of reckoning upon those rebellious heathens further encroaches. How I long for that day to come about sooner, the Heart Commander mourned theatrically as he casted his flamboyant scarlet cape to the side, revealing the many honoured emblems and accolades badged onto his black vest C though Six was unsure how many of them he actually earned.
So do I, Lord Senu. Six said boringly.
Idavi slicked his golden curly mane back and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his cape. Im glad we both agree on that. Which is why I cant help but wonder whyC
A new Wing you got there? Six interrupted the Commanders pointless speech, for he found more interest in the ashen lad tailing behind Idavi.
This lad here? Nothing of the sort. A man of my stature needs not the succour of a Wing, Idavis purple eyes creased from laughing at his own praise.
Six held his breath C ever since he became the Prime Sentinel, he had always found himself doubting the Heart Commanders claims.
Hes a boy lent to me by His Heavenlier himself, Idavi grabbed the boy by his wrist and yanked him forward. Green he still is, so the Prophet wished for me to teach him the ropes, he laughed further.
Him of all people? Really, Nine? Six sighed.
Its an honour to meet you, Lord Prime. I go by Symon. the silvered orbs lad greeted Six C he was nearly as tall as Six, though he could grow more meat on his bones. If I had a serial-name, Id have greeted you with such out of respect, but I unfortunately was not blessed with one at birth. Symon bowed deeply, pointing his dark, buzzed head forward.
Though the boy was coated under a dark cloak which hid away the Sentinels prideful garment, Six skimpily sighted an Arkive clenched between the lads palm C perhaps that was why Nine took a fondness for him, a fellow faithful follower of Ark.
Youre a man of faith? Six pointed at the holy tome cloaked beneath Symons robe.
Arks teachings are my prayers, and His Heavenliers prayers are my muses. The least I could do to honour their grace is to carry their faith in my heart and body. Symon uttered as if he was reciting an oath. Humbly pardon me for speaking my mind, Lord Prime. He bowed his head once more.
No need. Rise, Sentinel Symon. Six gestured for the lad to rise.
I told you hes a good lad, Idavi pat the dark-skinned Sentinel as if he was a mere boy, though he was towering half a head over the Commander of the Heart Corp. He learned courtesy from the best there is.
Of all the tattles that he had blabbed to Six, that gloat he believed C for when all one does is warm their hide in the hearth of Sentry, no doubt theyd have time to brush up on their decorum.
I can see that. Six muttered, longing for the natter to end post-haste. So what were you meaning to say before I so rudely interrupted you, Lord Commander? Six probed, trying his darndest to conclude the dialogue himself.
Idavi took a sit on a giant boulder at the peak of the hill, almost flawlessly moulded to be a cushion for his rump. Nothing much really, Lord Six, he shrugged. Its just that I noticed youve made a change in the course for the upcoming days. Instead of directly heading to the heart of Screwpile, you wish for us to comb the Junkwoods first. May I please inquire as to why we should waste our time in that mets-infested forest? the Heart Commander crossed his arm as if he were a throned king speaking to his vassal.
Think of it as practice, if you will. Six paid no heed to the impertinent Lord C his golden eyes were wholly charmed by the hazy auburn horizon.
Practice? Whatever sorts of practice could my elite soldiers even require? Idavi goaded, flailing one arm downward at the meadow where the Heart Corp frolicked C their body warmed, their belly full, and their mind worriless.
Even the sharpest swords would dull if lay sheathed for too long. And frankly, the Heart Corp has lay rested for far too long, Six pointed down at the same camp of soldiers C though, unlike all the goods that Idavi saw in his troops, Six saw less of Sentinels and more glorified and prideful men in armour.
With all due respect, your indictment bears no merit. Im afraid your time in the mountains has blinded you from all the goods that Ive done for my men, the Heart Commander slapped his own knee C whether the jeer was, in fact, funny or not, Six was hardly the most knowledgeable man in that affair.
The goods youve done, Six snorted with contempt. Such as spending the Heart Corps fundings on lavish revelries and depraved pleasures? He no longer found joy in the sight of the slumbering sky C not until the deluded intruder was gone.
The Lord tumbled slightly off his stony chair before resitting. Steel or not, my men need breaks as any other would. Idavi stuttered.
Their breaks have lasted for the last eleven years, Six rebuked the Commander. And now that theyre back, it is to clean up the mess that theyve failed to quell all those years ago. Six grinded his teeth as he glared down at the shivering Lord.
After all, it was the Heart Corp who failed to cease Four and vanquish the Firstkind over a decade ago C and Eight was subjected to ire and guilt, even though the Heart Commander himself was treated with impunity until this day.
How dare you speak to me that way When you were the one This is But but Idavi grumbled as his purple pupils ran frantically, desperately avoiding Sixs orbs of gold.
Enough. This slight detour would hardly halt the whole expedition, Six silenced the defiant Commander. If our men cant even handle such trifle pests, then they wont do much better against armed rebels. Six averted his gaze to the horizon once more.
My men the growl of a spiteful lout ruined Sixs leisure just as he had reclaimed it.
It wouldnt be long until the sun was wholly consumed by the dusk C and Sixs calmed temper waning alongside it if the Commander would not leave soon. Six spun back and approached Idavi once more, all while porting a glare that could melt stones C as if to dare the unruly Lord to speak again.
Though it seemed, for once, Idavi did not hide from Sixs scowl. My men. Idavi roared, though feebly.
Yes. Your men. Six derided. Your men that you failed to keep them abled and spirited, Six encroached closer until his head was directly above Idavis, glaring down at the Lord. Your men who did not rise to action when the banners called, the further he reached, the more the Heart Commanders bravado waned. Your men who twiddle their thumbs in Sentry while the other Corps have to risk life and limbs on burning fields and foreign lands, Sixs eyes pierced and shattered the cravens mettle C having the folly king toppled off his stony throne and crumbled to the grass. Your men whom you did not do right by. Standing atop the then-fallen Lord, Six muttered.
Idavis face was paler than he ever was, even for a man as pasty and shaded away from the sun as himself. His pristine scarlet cloak and kempt black garment were smeared in the dirt, while his many badges unbuckled from his soft chest and plump belly. He could not conjure even a single word C with his mouth spasming open and close while his pupils quivering up and down. As if he were a helpless damsel, Idavi held his shivering arms up and shielded himself from the looming Prime Sentinel.
But I suppose you are my man as well. Your mishap is also mine to bear. Six did not answer to Idavis fear with contempt, for the reprimand has been parted. Instead, he extended his hand down to the tumbled Lord.
The prideful Lord struck Sixs hand away from his sight, though his feeble strength barely fared to budge the giants palm. Prime Sentinel or not, dont think that you could just steal my Corp on a whim. I was kind enough to let you steer the reins this time around, but there wont be a next, Idavi cursed while flippantly lifting himself C his stubby legs tumbling in circles as he rose. If only Lady Eight was still here he clenched his teeth and mumbled C though no matter how feeble his whisper was, it could not possibly evade Sixs faultless hearing.
Six did not blame Idavi for his desire regarding the Sentinels leadership C after all, Idavi had been the Heart Commander far before Six was instated as the Prime Sentinel, and his bond with Six could not hope to match his with Eight.
Return to your camp, Dertien. The days ahead are long and treacherous, so you best get rest while you can. Six ordered his vassal with a wave of his hand, uttering his serial-name instead of his chosen name.
Until tomorrow, Prime Sentinel. The Heart Commander did not leave without parting words of his own. Idavi spat on the patch of grass near where Six stood before trampling heatedly down the hill.
May Ark bless your night and shield your slumber, Lord Prime. The mellower Symon bid his farewell and steadily followed his Lords frantic footsteps.
Six sighed faintly, vigilantly gazing down from above at the fleeing Commander and his squire until he was sure they had withdrawn to their tents, causing no further antics.
The bother was gone and pacified, granting Six to lift his gaze towards the fleeting sunset once more before it slumbered wholly C though his peace was not to last.
The stuck-up geezer really gave you an earful, didnt he? Sixs own squire crept up behind him, though Six had noticed his shabby sneaking attempt far before he even managed to take ten steps near him.
It was unacceptable for a man of his rank to speak in such manners. As the Prime Sentinel, Six taught his Wing Sentinel. Yet ranks aside, I could understand his sentiment. As a man, Six imparted to Astra.
Well, thats a first for you. Astra seemed to be taken slightly aback at Sixs statement, yet he still smiled, nonetheless. Though, the balls to scream in your face, I cant help but kinda respect that. Whatever laced wines theyre guzzling and spiked smokes theyre puffing oer in Sentry C I want in, his Wing grinned.
Six did not bother to respond to such a stupid remark C merely creasing up his face in disapproval was more than Astra deserved. Just when Six had thought his Wing had matured any so slightly, his hope was shattered once more C if not for the dazzling lights and pleasing breezes of nightfall gracing Sixs body and mind, perhaps his anger would have been unjustly imposed upon the gullible Wing.
Mighty view, aint it, Boss? Astra joined Six. He slicked back his black wavy hair, revealing his glossy pupils of lavender C though not for long before the fool shut his lids away from the blinding rays.
I suppose so. Six murmured.
Just a handful of tiny hamlets in the middle of nowhere, housed with puny flesh and steel alike, all trying to get by with the cards they were dealt, Astra pointed his finger at the faraway and unwary town C soon to be unwillingly greeted by men of the crown. A shame that we have to rain on their parade. He mumbled as his eyes drooped slightly.
If theyre found to be guilty of treason, then let it not weigh on your mind. Six stared at the far-flung hamlet C from where he stood, it seemed no bigger than an anthill, devoid of any bustling life.You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.
Astra rested his palms behind his head. As if guilt was all it is needed to convict a man.
What are you insinuating, Sentinel Astra? Surely you are not thinking of vilifying the Centum rule, Six glared at Astra C the faraway outpost seemed to no longer be the sole cesspit for rebellion.
Stop scaring me like that, Boss, Astra screeched at the mere glower of Six. I just pity the fools who would end up buried under rubbles and chisels, whether they had it coming or not, the Wing muttered beneath his breath.
You think too highly of yourself.
Sorry? Astra uttered with his brows rose.
Its always in one ear and out the other with you. Six sniggered. Your position warrants not for you to weigh your mind on this, he crossed his arms as he turned to his moping Wing. The burden, I shall bear alone. After all, as the Prime Sentinel C it was only right.
The awestruck lad dropped his hands from his dome. So does that mean I can scurry back to Sentry thenC
Youre free to do so. Six halted the tactless youngster before he could spout any more drivel. Though do not forget, the Sentinels are hunting down traitors to the realm C deserters included.
Cis what I would have said if I was a no-good treacherous scoundrel. Of which Im not. Naturally Astra stumbled on his words, rarely enough for such a silver-tongued deviant.
Retreat to your camp and rest, Sentinel Astra, Six smirked. The coming days wont be so forgiving. He waved his hand at the stumped ecliant.
Alright, dont stay up too late yourself either, Boss. Astra yawned as he began to saunter sluggishly down the hill, even though he had hardly done any errands to warrant his drowsiness. Oh, and alsoC Astra stopped dead on his track, nearly twisting his ankles and tumbling down from the peak.
What? Six asked irately, with his voice gravened C people seemed to have a habit of not leaving him alone when he most desired.
Pay no heed to the silver-spooned commander. Even if the troops do not, Im sure the folks would appreciate it, Astra bellowed.
I do not know what you are inferring to. Six dodged the question.
Is that so? It is always so hard to get a good read on you. Astra waved as he strolled away lastly C the brazen brat always knew how to peeve Six off.
Six was alone at last, with the sight of the auburn meadow, sprightly flowers, soaring birds, and bubbly clouds all to be cherished for himself C each reminded him of times when he spent not as the Prime Sentinel but something much more mundane yet far more precious.
Six smiled ever so feebly as the wind graced and softened his frozen face C the scent of blossoms blessed and prickled his nose C and the light of the mounting moon calmed and rested his eyes. A while longer wouldnt hurt, right?
Squadron Six, engage! Astra ordered the Rook Sentinels to charge forward and surround the raging meteras.
The supposed mavens of the Heart Corp crept forward clumsily, barely reaching near enough to the beast for the tip of their swords and lances to pierce any flesh.
The meteras ported the pelt and might of a bear, though it was coated in a fleece of grey as if it was wearing armour and carried claws of steel instead of keratin. There was less flesh and more steel etched onto the bears body C yet as long as it bleeds red, it could be slain.
The Sentinels, as if they were no more than helpless villagers wailing pitchforks, stood still with their quivering legs and shivering arms, unwilling to move a single step forward and face the foe C even though they outnumbered the beast twenty to one.
It was the first day of their hunt in the Junkwoods, and the current squadron to test their might was being instructed by Astra, while the remaining squadrons were led by their respective Squad Captains. Though the meterases dwelling in the woods numbered many, it seemed that many carcasses had already begun to rot by the times the Sentinels arrived C their corpses had been etched upon by steels not found within Sixs army.
The sight of the pitiful soldiers struggling against a single meteras brought memories of when Six first had to test his mettle and fend away the metal beasts himself. After all, it was his son and his associate who brought about the birth of the meterases C as his father, Six had to uphold his duty and take responsibility for his familys blunder.
Six approached Astra from behind C it was rare to see his Wing Sentinel work so hard on a given task. Any progress? he tapped Astra on his back.
If were lucky, they oughta nab one mutts carcass before sundown, Astra let out an exhausted sigh that Six had never seen before. I swear, give me fifty good men from the Hunt Corp, and wed rid the forest of these pesky mets in half a day. He rubbed his forehead, no doubt endless aches and sores were surging through his temple.
We all have our own specialities. Dont give up on them so soon. Six advised his impatient Wing C it wasnt as though Astra himself was the perfect soldier the moment he enlisted into Sixs rank.
Easy for you to say. Given youre the Prime Sentinel and all, youre more than welcome to try, you know? Astra looked up to Six, trying to typically run away from his duty once more.
Werent you the one who was vying for that preferment? If so, you best be putting in the work, lest you want to be outdone by your peers. Six pointed the failing Wing to the failing Sentinels whom he was failing to instruct.
I want a simple raise, not a promotion, Astra moaned. In fact, neither you nor I should be doing this. Wheres the bumbling oaf prancing about? After all his time pleasuring himself in Sentry, no doubt hed have more than enough energy to burn, Astra flailed his head wildly in circles as if he was a fowl, eyeing every nook and cranny of the Junkwoods C yet no Heart Commander was to be found in sight, commandeering his own squadron.
Less questions and more directions, Sentinel Astra. Dont keep your eyes away from your party. Six nodded his head towards the bunch, who was neglected by their leader.
Amidst Astras self-pity and negligence of duty, he had outwardly forgotten to keep a check on his squadron of twenty strong C though it had now reduced to nineteen strong.
Without a leader at the helm, the disarrayed squadron scattered, and each ran in their own path. One Sentinel was not so fortunate and fell prey to a wild charge from the meteras who flung the poor lad across the air and landed upon tree bark C he would live but just about. Six should know, for he had been thrown far harder by far bigger beasts.
Shit, Astra cursed. Shielders, take the front! Retrieve the wounded! Astra ordered, yet his commands fell on deaf ears of the rattling soldiers. A little help here, Boss? he pleaded, keeping his eyes away from his men once more.
Suppose its time for me to act my part, Six sighed as he carefully uncoated his navy coat and rolled up his sleeves. As much as he wanted to deny it C his limbs and joints were rusting and aching for a good bout.
Astra scrambled over to fetch Six his olden glaive, Deuslayer, as his Wing childishly named it C its blade was sharpened, yet its body was tattered in marks and splinters. Your arm, Boss, he knelt down and presented it to Six on both hands.
Thats unneeded. Six shrugged the hundred-year-old glaive aside, for it held little worth to him nowadays. Watch closely. This is the perfect chance to instil motivation in these lots. Six cracked his knuckles and tied up his long golden mane to a tail, all while resisting the hardest urge to crack a grin.
The Prime Sentinel marched leisurely towards the sloppy squad. He could hardly believe that a mere meteras would give so much trouble to twenty ecliant strong C alas, it was his duty to discipline their tawdriness when required and resolve their harms when needed.
Squadron Six, withdraw! Six commanded.
Yes, sir! the once uncoordinated crew all answered in unison before carrying their injured comrade and retreating behind Astra in an orderly fashion that was expected of even a Rook Sentinel.
It was then only Six and the steel bear. Though Six was a giant amongst men, even he paled when he stood next to the meteras. Its paws were twice the size of Sixs head, and its jaws could gnaw Sixs entire body in half C yet, Six felt little fear in the face of this wrathful beast, for he had stood under the shadow of far bigger freaks of nature.
As if it was a rampaging bull instead of a bear, the meteras charged headfirst towards Six C yet its jaws never managed to wrap between Sixs flesh, nor did his paws shatter his bones.
With his bare hands, Six sunk his fingers into the bears snout and chin and halted the beast at its track C his muscles felt as if they were tearing and reweaving with each passing second he held back the meteras jaws, while the sole of his feet being buried into the dirt slightly. The bears growl fell faint in Sixs ears as all he could hear was the sound of his own heart pumping and the wild gnawing of his teeth. With the might he had cultivated for over two centuries, Six rose his arms to the air C with his hands still wedged deep inside the metal plates of the meteras.
A steel boulder the size of a carriage flung into the air as if it was a hollow ball C yet when it tumbled back onto the forest ground, it left behind a giant crater alongside the dazed beast buried within.
Six gasped relentlessly for air as his rampant heartbeat deafened his ears, and his limbs felt as if they had been ripped and torn from his bones. He glanced briefly towards Astra and his squadron, and all but his Wing had faces paled as snow and wet as rain. Here comes the final stretch, the pressure was on, and Six could not give up now, no matter how much it felt as if his body was being scorched all over or how much his mind was wrestling itself to stop his limbs from moving.
Six picked up a stone the size and shape of an Arkive and hopped atop the belly of the collapsed bear. With both palms gripping tightly onto the rock, he rose his arms high into the air C and as if his fists were a catapult, he launched the rock down onto the beasts dome before raising once more and descending altogether.
Six panted ceaselessly. It was perhaps even more taxing than hurling the bear itself. His arms could barely lift any longer, and his palms could hardly hold onto the rock without it slipping away from his blood-drenched fingertips. He had lost count of how many times he had swung his hands up and down C but the once pure stone had chipped and dowsed in red, while the meteras steel dome and pointy snout had caved inward as if it had a metal bowl for a skull.
With the beast no longer twitching its snout and swinging its paws, Six climbed off its carcass and walked sprightly towards the stunned Sentinels and smug Wing Sentinel, adorning a smirk as if he played any part in the triumph.
Few scared men amongst the squad, but most had eyes not of fear but awe C Six should know, for his orbs glimmered the same shine when he witnessed the might and valour of his brother, Three, during the Iron War.
You expect me to imitate that? No thanks. Astra tossed Six a towel.
Six dabbed the sweat off his face and scrubbed the blood off his fists. Its not the act of slaying that I want you to remember, but remember when you should act. He taught Astra a lesson C whom himself has yet to take it to heart.
Yeah, sure. It seemed like you just wanted to show off to meC
Dont you have work that needs to be done, Sentinel Astra? Six coughed awkwardly before commanding his Wing.
The once fearful and silent Rook Sentinels burst out in light and cheery titters at the sight of their Prime Sentinels awkward blunder C it was not the respect nor correction that Six expected, perhaps he himself still had much to learn.
The morn of the ninth had arrived, and the march of the Heart Sentinels lastly loomed at the doorstep of the foulest city of Xearth.
The besieged city could no doubt gander in awe at the prideful golden hexagram embroidered banners and flags of the Sentinels fluttering with the gale, beheld by hundreds of marchers cladded in steel C or they should have, yet instead, a battered and clumsy horde of lifeless men whom could barely lift their arms were the sole sight that could be seen from miles on end. Their white armour weighed down their body and limbs as if boulders were attached to their back. Their swords, lances, and glaives served more as walking canes rather than armaments. The gold hexagram sigil decorated onto their chestplate could hardly be seen as they hunched and hobbled across the streetway.
As the army limped into the hearth of the Bottom Barrel, the disdainful glares and snide chuckles from the denizens made the Heart Sentinels seem no more than boy scouts.
The few ecliants who were unfortunate enough to be imprisoned in the bottommost corner of Screwpile carried about their menial labours whom they pawned off to their servants and slaves regardless, unbothered by the invading force.
The several steelborns who were incapable to bout and struggle their way out of the Bottom Barrel gazed in awe at the soldiers coated in black garments and silver armours parading the streets C perhaps many would see this as a once-in-a-lifetime chance to either join the fray or defy it.
The flocking swarm of humans infesting the Bottom Barrel hid away in their huts, beneath shades, and in narrow alleyways C no doubt most of them were illiterate and inane, yet the desire to hide and run came to them as if it was their instinct.
Yet for all of their differences in blood and body C they all shared eyes of contempt, fear, elation, and bewilderment at the foreigners who marched upon their land and spoiled it with the trails theyve left behind.
At the helm of the rally, the man who received the brunt of the peoples scorn and ire walked tall and benignly C affronts of this sort were hardly uncommon to him.
The masses derision held no worth nor bother to Six as he calmly glanced back to his army amidst the spats and shouts.
The once jaunty yet indolent Corp now looked weary yet hardened. Even Six was impressed at the once ragtag Corp, after all, they had spent the last two days in the Junkwoods, tiredly slaying hordes of meterases C though after months of cold and sleepless nights venturing in the Dragons Ranges, steel bears and wolves seemed like mere cubs and pups in Sixs eyes.
They may never value the struggles, but know that I do. Six gazed at every single one of his six hundred strong.
Though no words nor orders left Sixs mouth, the hundreds of men felt compelled to glance back at their Prime Sentinel, and their body rose ever so feebly as their march persisted slightly firmer C yet not with a somnolent sulk, but a gallant grin.
Yet one man seemed to refuse to yield to Sixs tenet C he had his own pedigree to flaunt and engrave.
The lousy Commander of the Heart Corp fled from his entourage and ran towards the hearth of the town square. He was rather fast on his toes despite his stout body jiggling about with each bootsteps. As if he deemed he was the Prophet or Ark himself, Idavi commanded Symon to set a wooden stool for him to stand upon and gaze down at the many folks whom he did not lord over.
What is that fool planning? Six sighed as he watched him alongside the crowd in silence C perhaps the greatest remedy for idiocy would be indignity.
People of Screwpile! Idavi shouted at the top of his lungs, flinging his hands to the air as if he were praying. Hear my words and obey. For I came on the behest of His HeavenlierC
That old fool Astra whispered by Sixs side.
Be not afraid, for the mighty Heart Corp has come to shield every man, woman, and child of Xearth! Idavi professed. As the Commander of the Heart Corp, I assure you that all would be safe under my watch.
Six and Astra looked at each other and facepalmed.
As for the traitorous miscreants lurking amidst the fine and honest denizens of Xearth, my Sentinels will hunt you all down C from the peaks of the Centum Alps till the depths of the Sparkling Sea, there are nowhere you could hide, the Heart Commander squeezed his fist tightly and bared it to the folks below. But I am a merciful Lord, and my men move at my will. So if you surrender now, I shall let you live the rest of your days shackled behind bars at the Ironmount. He unloosed his fist and puffed out his chest.
Yet, instead of the crowd falling in awe and grovelling at his feet, the horde had already begun to scatter halfway through his grand speech. Ecliants closing up their shops, steelborns returning to their sheds, and humans escaping into dark alleys and dens.
Wait! Wait! Idavi shouted desperately as he jumped off his stool C trying to chase after the hundreds of fleeing habitants, yet it did not take long until his limbs and breath gave up on him. By the will of His Heavenlier, I demand you to haltC the Commander of the Heart Corp shouted until his gorge too gave up on his cause and his once prideful roar reduced to mere whimpers C yet even then, none would heed his command. Dont leave Idavi murmured as if he were a child who lost the attention of his parents.
Are you satisfied now? Six marched towards the crumbled Lord.
The shaken Heart Commander did not answer. His lips were quaking too much for his tongue to roll and his mind too frantic to act. He subtly glared at Six from the corner of his purple orbs before storming back to his distant entourage of gagged Sentinels C his face twisted and reddened like a squashed tomato as if Six was the one who spelt his downfall.
Symon did not rush after Idavi and instead bowed on the behest of his Lord. On behalf of the Heart Corp, we sincerely apologise for our Commanders reckless act. The young yet temperate Sentinel offered his humility. There are just a lot on his mind these days. I do hope you could find it in your heart to understand and forgive.
You couldve fooled me, Astra mumbled beneath his breath.
A quick glare from Six was enough to hold the snarky Wings tongue, forcing him to whistle away in his own world.
There will be time for discipline later, but now we are running on borrowed time, Six glanced at the people escaping in flocks. The situation had further complicated now that the folks of the Bottom Barrel were more vigilant.
Of course. Humble my station may be, but henceforth, Ill do my utmost best to rein My Lord in the right path. The promising lad bowed his head once more and swiftly walked away to attend to his Lord. Idavi did claim that Symon was a fine soldier handpicked by Nine himself, so Six had few reasons to doubt his mettle.
Very well. Let us commence. The Prime Sentinel cleared his throat. Astra, signal the squadrons to begin the manhunt.
You got it, Boss. With his fist pressed firmly against his chest, his Wing nodded and sprinted towards the rows of standby troops.
With the fair sun of the new morn above as his heavenly witness, Six rose his scarred and roughed fist to the sky and flaunted his fulsome back to the six hundred Sentinels behind him C the coattail of the navy coat whom he so cherished flapped with the wind, fiercer and higher than any flags or banners. And so it begins... Time to put an end to this farce, sister.
Chapter 11 – Sitri: “Such Which Comes With Knowledge”
Weve been expecting your arrival, Lord Sitri. The azure-cladded watcher guarding the gate to the colossal institute bowed his head.
Yes, yes. Im here now. Open the gate already. Sitri shouted from within his carriage. He had lingered outside the ramparts for hours C the boys in blue never failed to waste as much time as possible to search his coach, as if he was wagoning weapons of mass destruction.
Though the wagon was reasonably spacious C after hours of planting his buttocks firmly in one spot, even the air would feel stuffy and rancid despite the window being opened. The white cloak whom he adored so much has all but drenched in waters of his makings C and the crew of Sentinels accompanying him to safeguard his journey has all sunken into their seats, even Sitri would not want to wear such thick and heavy dark garments under the scorching heat.
There are few things that Sitri hated more than leaving his office at Newspecs to merely frolic under the wet sky and on the muddy ground C unlike his father and sister; he was never the fondest of sweating his back. The only reason he even made his journey towards the Ironmount Institution was for its abundant assortments of test subjects C and the Watch Warden of the vast prison claimed that he had important matters to confer with Sitri.
Open the gate! the watcher called to his comrades beyond the other side of the walls, and before long, the massive gate began to unbolt and allowed the carriage to make way within.
Sitri stepped off his wagon and marched towards the centre of the giant courtyard. The Ironmount Institute had little to its worth aside from its sheer width that spanned along a third of the mighty mountain range that the fortress neighboured. It earned its scope and size from erecting its dark, stony towers and ramparts over the harsh and remote patch of lands by the foot of the Centum Alps C where no common folks would dare to dwell, lest they wish to earn the ire of nature.
The view of the vast Centum Alps mightily looming their pointy peaks over the institute was a fearsome sight to behold C yet perhaps it was for the best that the mountain range that pierced the clouds has casted its shadow over the outlandish sight lying hidden behind the prisons veils.
Hundreds of chained men lined up in the square, stripped bare of their garments and subjected to endless lashes from their watchdroid captors C with a few tied to wooden crosses while others bounded to pillories. Ecliants, steelborns, and humans alike C their brittle skin coated in dust and sand, with limbs missing from their sunken torsos and colours faded from their hollow eyes. Though the prisoners in the courtyard alone outnumbered the entirety of the watchers stationed in the Ironmount C the brainwashed husks no longer housed the valour to defy their captors and instead spent their days wielding pickaxes and chisels in the dark caverns within the many mounts of the Centum Alps.
The Ironmount Institute served as the office keep for the watchdroids and the largest prison in all of Xearth, yet it has always focused less on condemning scoundrels and more on sentencing abled men to the mines of the Centum Alps C though Sitri was never one to oppose their practices. The ground they stepped upon quaked at times as if a colossal beast was housed beneath the bedrock C but Sitri did not mind the rumbling soil, but more so to the mounts reaching high in the air, for he knew it was housed elsewhere but here.
We meet again, Lord Sitri.
The sound of coarse yet coordinated bootsteps could be heard marching behind the Head of Newspecs. The voice was rough and grave, as if his gorge was swollen and bruised.
Sitri twisted his frail body around and greeted the master of the grand keep. Yes, yes. Nice meeting you again, too, Lord Dovanka. Sitri bowed half-heartedly, for his stiffed back would not allow him to descend any lower despite being in the presence of the Watch Warden himself.
The well-kempt and righteous commander-in-chief of all watchers, Ronquiotte Dovanka, coughed into his gloved hand as if to disregard Sitris poor act of conduct. I pray to Ark that your journey from Sentry to here was without any hitches, the Watch Warden bowed deeply C as expected of a man burdened by solemn duties such as him.
Ronquiotte was a rather young lad that Sitri had not had the pleasure of meeting often afore C he ought to be no older than Sitri was. He was only promoted to the helm of the Watch Warden recently when his predecessor, whom Sitri was far more acquainted with, retired from his post. He dressed far less befitting of a Watch Warden than the former head C merely adorning a standard dark navy garment over his tanned skin, one that any common watcher would wear.
It was alright Sitri stuttered, the surly silver orbs of a man who was practically a stranger to him were not terribly pleasant.
How fare are the Aces and His Heavenlier? asked Ronquiotte as he scratched his long, snowy mane.
Theyre good Sitri answered feebly. His throat was rather parched after spending so much time on the Steelroad.
The Watch Warden coughed faintly once more, with his eyes shifting up and down. And what of your father? It has been quite a while since Ive had the chance to greet the Prime Sentinel. He always seems to have duties to deal with.
That he does Sitri mumbled even thinner, that was hardly a topic hed like to engage on when his mind and limbs were still sore from the long journey.
The poor Watch Warden scratched upon his neck more anxiously as sweat trickled down from his brows C Sitri doubted that even a man as silver-tongued as Bao would be able to endure such a gloomy exchange. So what could we help you with today, Lord Sitri? he inquired Sitri.
You have any new samples of interest? Sitris tone brightened ever so feebly as his once-parched gorge rejuvenated on its own.
The Watch Warden dropped his arm and quitted his frantic drivel at the mere mention from Sitri. Samples wouldnt be the right word. But follow me if you will, he spoke, his voice gravened further, and his scowl deepened.
It was clear as day to even someone as tone-deaf as Sitri that the new Watch Warden was not quite delighted to heed Sitris request C but to uphold the promise and contract of his predecessor was a duty that one must honour.
Good. Lead the way. Sitri commanded. With one wave from his hand, he signalled his entourage of Sentinels to stay behind C for the coming matters were not to be privy to the common eyes and ears.
I will, but under one condition, Ronquiotte stated.
Yes? Sitri blurted C it was the first time that a Watch Warden had the temerity to impose their demand on him.
No more of what you did last time. The Watch Warden warned. Prisoners they may be, but they are still under my watch. They are not puppets and dolls for you to stab and tear as you please.
Its your roof and walls. Who am I to oppose your rules? Sitri raised his hands to the air as if he was being apprehended by the watchers C though it was not quite far off.
Very well. Follow me. The Watch Warden marched afront Sitri as if he was herding a prisoner across the courtyard and to their desolated dungeon, lurking deep inside one of the many shadowy towers of the Ironmount Institution.
As he walked across the vast yard, every man he passed, Sitri could feel glares coated in ire marked at him. Regardless of the colour of their coat and blood, lesser men from all corners of Xearth tend to blame Sitri for the plights that his creations have wreaked upon their lives.
Though his lungs were delicate and his pluck feebler than a mouse, Sitri huffed in a deep breath and spat at the wretched sights of whipped convicts, biddable cowards, and unlucky sops. You cretins brought it upon yourself Sitri stuck his tongue out at the pitiful prisoners while hiding behind the back of the Watch Warden C his white spotless coat fluttering along the breeze held the sole proof of his virtue.
I yield I relinquish A man C perhaps less than a man and more akin to an empty husk cried out a bloodcurdling bellow while refuging his whole body under the patch of shadow within his lonely dungeon. My soul My flesh To the land first whom walked his soulless orbs fixed onto the dirty walls of his cage as he spewed gibberish. The entire dungeon blocks lone housed the shrivelled cage, isolated away from any other bellowing souls C as if the tower was to hide the demented man from depraved convicts, or perhaps it was to shield others from him. Yet, even for such a desolated dungeon, it was merely assigned a priority of two out of three security levels C even Sitri has never been to the third level before, one ought to shudder to think what manners of heinous monsters are confined away in the third level.
A rather chirpy fellow you have caged up in here, Sitri glanced at the bald prisoner. His body was littler than even Sitris, and his pale skin recessed to his bones C though perhaps it was a stroke of fortune for him as if he was any bigger, Sitri doubted that the small cage he was locked in would be able to contain him. The little human frothed from his mouth while feebly gnawing his decayed teeth onto his thin flesh C as if he was a rabid beast, a rather frail one at that.
The Watch Warden did not heed Sitris crude remark, and instead, the dignified chief seemed to be wholly engrossed by the ramble of the maddened man.
Well, go on. Tell me about him. Sitri clapped his hands, awaking the aloof warden from his ponderation.
A human from the Wasteland. He was found drowning in the Sparkling Sea a week ago C perhaps the fool tried to escape into Xearth by raft, but the sea was not so forgiving. The Watch Warden revealed as he then carefully rolled up the sleeves of his navy shirt. Though Im no man of the white cloak and tome, it seems to me that he was stricken with Follium C perhaps now that youre here, you could sate my curiosity.
Ronquiotte reached his arm between the many bars of the cell C in his grasp was a morsel of bread, of which he then released his grip and fed the floor with that piece of bread. It did not take long for the prisoner to crawl his way out of the shadow and towards the front of his cage C laying his slender fingers and chipped nails onto the tiny crumb and devouring it piece by piece as if it was the finest delicacy he had ever tasted.
Sitri reached inside the deep pocket of his white coat and unveiled a black cylinder with a head of mirror C it firmly fitted with the grasp of Sitris smooth palm.
Sitri could tell from a glance that despite all of his bravado and accolades, the Watch Warden did not seem like a man terribly caught up with the times. A new invention of Newspecs. Flashlight, it is titled, as mandated by His Heavenlier. Soon, it will be the first amongst many great relics to guide ecliants out of darkness. Though Newspecs invented it, they did not name it C the Prophet was the one who had the authority to do so on behalf of Ark, as he had with most creations in Xearth. By pressing a small button built onto the surface of the rod, a beam of light, brighter than any lanterns or torches could ever summon, conjured out from the head of the cylinder. Its tender ray ushered light into the dungeon once wholly consumed in darkness C and also ushered awe onto the face of the once stone-faced Watch Warden.
A bemused idol for a muscle mind such as yourself, surely. Sitri sneered. Nothing so dull and inefficient like the common lanterns and torches that Xearthers have been brandishing for over two centuries. Sitri dangled the flashlight in front of Ronquiottes dulled face. I may even consider contributing my contraptions to your cause, granted, if my demands are met, of course.
That matter is hardly of any concern as of this moment. Do what youve come here to do first and foremost, Lord Sitri. The Watch Warden remained steadfast and unshaken by Sitris provocation, batting the cylinder of light away from his sight C the strike nearly made Sitri drop the relic.
Its your loss, Sitri cursed in silence C for he knew hed be no match for the Watch Warden in a bout. Alright, lets see how possibly interesting this specimen of yours could be. He turned his attention to the savage who was still nibbling onto the tiny piece of bread C and Sitri shone the light over his paled face, yet the feral beast did not wince nor quiver but instead found solace under the flame lit by men. Frothing mouth, peeling skin, erratic movements, hair loss, gnawing onto ones own flesh At least from what I could see, these are symptoms of Follium, no doubt. Sitri pointed the flashlight throughout the humans entire body. Better keep this one away from the other humans for now. Wouldnt want the disease spread to them as well.Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.
I figured that much. Ronquiotte coughed.
Follium C though ecliants fancied its title as Mans Folly, was a curse that only humans could suffer. Once cursed, the host would abandon what little sanity they had left and shed into an even lesser and fouler shell C ghouls with blanked minds who relished in feasting on the flesh of their own ilk. A terrible fate for humans, yet Sitri could spare not even an ounce of pity for those cretins C for it is merely an act of Ark to bring the true nature of these malevolent humans to light.
Though I cant say that Im terribly impressed with this sample, Lord Warden. If I wanted a ghoul, then I could just sail myself out to the Wasteland instead. No doubt thered be thousands of more interesting ones out there for me. Ones that are not one foot in the grave at least. Sitri sighed as he shifted his light towards the end of the corridor to where the entrance was. I suggest you put it down and burn the body. A mindless beast like him wouldnt do you any good in the mines anyway. The young Ace waved his fist while still grasping onto the flashlight as he began to tread down the narrow dungeon.
It would do you geniuses some good to listen to the lesser enlightened at times.
Excuse me? Sitri halted his steps and whipped his head backwards C nearly cracking his neck. Those words sounded like the ones that would come out of the mouth of a particular haughty scoundrel whom Sitri so detested.
The words of madmen and desperate folks C heed them attentively and carefully. For you may think they come commonly and indifferently, but I assure that you Lords of Sentry do not know the difference. The Watch Warden said calmly, yet his choice of words did not match his temper.
Fine. Ill humour you. Sitri retorted C as he would if that particular conceited philanderer was here to mock him. He has experimented on dozens of ghouls afore, and yet merely few of those man-eating savages were able to provide any worth to his research C though he would never cower away from a chance to challenge his mind.
Sitri returned to the caged Wastelander once more and graced his light over the creatures feeble flesh. It had finally finished dining on the morsel of bread C though it did not appear to fatten his body by any margin. His pelt remained paled and peeled. His head housed merely a few silver strands that could fall off at the softest breeze. His skin was etched deeply onto his bones, leaving clear marks of veins and crevices all over his body.
Wait a minute Sitri leaned closer to the cell, his nose skimpily touching the bars of the cage, yet he did not mind the cold and dusty sensation. The ghoul was coated in endless scars and gashes of his own makings, to the point where the dried blood painted over his body hid away his snowy skin. Yet amidst the blemishes, a singular gash separated itself from the rest. Engraved onto the back of his neck was a gash, no bigger than an acorn, and it was lathered in pale green instead of dry red C yet Sitri could not imagine how an injury such as that could be inflicted, or perhaps it was not even an injury.
The jaded folks, their remit cometh Song they tear Rain they pour Earth they free the Wastelander resumed his mumbles. As if they were words of prayers C each passing verse brought slight vigour to his feeble voice and colour to his hollow eyes.
Is he talking about the Firskind? Or are the Wastelanders preparing an invasion on Xearth? Sitri was staggered. It was rare for Sitri to feel that way C yet within recent events, he had felt it twice over now.
Peaked your interest? Ronquiotte poked his head in while Sitri was still deep in thought.
Who are these jaded folks you speak of? Sitri urged the Wastelander as he pounded onto the cage with his flashlight, echoing thundering sounds throughout the silent dungeon as if a battering ram was thrusting into a gate.
As how the blinding light did not awake the mindless husk from his stupor C nor did the deafening clamour. Mercy once afore Never again the follied man uttered his last prayer before disappearing into the shadow whom he called home once more.
Sitri sheathed his light back into his pocket C vile the human may be, Sitri could, at the very least, allow him repose in the darkness. Sitri had never encountered a ghoul with such symptoms before. Perhaps the Follium and his mad rambles did not come from one and the same Numerous hypotheses surged through his mind, yet he could not figure out an answer that could satiate his ignorance.
A rather peculiar ghoul, isnt he? Not one that you could just find anywhere in the Wasteland, I reckon. The Watch Warden smugly remarked.
Sitri did not answer. His gangly hands were shaking underneath the thick sleeves of his white coat, while his face was redder than the dusking sun C yet he could not realise whether it was out of anger or embarrassment.
So, what do you think? Is he, in fact, mad? Or are there secrets rooted in his madness? Ronquiotte was pleased with the outcome and halted his smug disposition.
I dont know, Sitri mumbled, his silver eyes staring off into the shadowy abyss as his dome conjured up countless theories that only served to further prick his already busy mind. Their remit cometh Sitri slid the verse out of his mouth C it left behind an odd aftertaste on the tip of his tongue as if he had just uttered cursed speech. The Firstkind would be my first guess, lest hes speaking of other rebels of old. Who knows? Maybe Ark would return himself. Sitri suggested the Truemen and the Red Rebels C the rebels who predated the Firstkind and brought about the first two Iron Rebellions, respectively, though they have long since been reduced to specks of dust and ashes for daring to oppose the Centum Order.
You seem more annoyed than pleased. I thought a hungry mind such as yourself would delight in tackling such tortuous discoveries? Ronquiotte probed the scowling Ace.
I already have so much on my plate. Im not that hungry, Sitri lamented. On top of leading Newspecs, upholding his deal with Bao, minding his familys affair, and now this matter as well C even a genius like Sitri has his limits. Ill buy this ghoul from you, nevertheless. How does one gold ark sound? Sitri bid. Itd normally be unthinkable for a human, let alone a demented ghoul, to fetch such a high price.
A man is not to be sold. Without a single shred of hesitation, the Watch Warden rejected Sitris offer.
I could hardly even call that moving husk a man. The Head of Newspecs let out a sardonic laugh.
That is for me to decide, not you. I do not mind if you wish to watch him from his cell at times, but I could not trust to put my prisoners life in your hands. The Watch War proposed his own offer.
This is not exactly the first time weve done this. Why the cold feet now? Such hesitation and cowardice werent present when it wasnt you who adorned the mantle of Watch Warden, Sitri goaded the green Watch Warden. But I understand C arks speak louder than your brand of justice. How about three gold arks for the ghouC
How longer do you mean to insult us, Lord Sitri?
I beg your pardon? Sitri uttered.
I invited you here in the hope of uncovering riddles that would be of value to Xearth, yet you insist on treating the Ironmount as no more than your private slavers ring. Ronquiotte gnashed his teeth while twisting a silver glare that could melt stones.
Your institute is the one who approved of my visits. Sitri snickered in disbelief.
As an observer, not a player. The Watch Warden pounded his fist against the stone wall C if not for his black glove, no doubt his hand would have suffered a hefty price, or perhaps the wall would. I regret my lack of power before, but now that Im the Watch Warden C Id no longer tolerate such imprecations within my walls. His presence was commandeering and nauseating amidst the stuffy dungeon, one that could bring lesser men to heel C though he still had a long journey to hone until he could match Fathers.
Then why invited me here then? Surely not so you could just lecture me on my business dealings with your predecessor? Sitri palmed his own face. He has never been subjected to such affront before from the previous Watch Warden.
Evidently not. I expected that you would have a change of heart, but it seems that my faith was unfound. Ronquiotte descended his sleeveless arm from the cratered wall. Henceforth, I bid you a formal farewell and apology for ending any further ventures between Newspecs and the Ironmount Institution C well, at the very least, any secret and wicked ventures behind closed curtains. Though malice could practically be seen seeping out from his body C the Watch Warden bowed deeply before Sitri, even having his long silver strands skimpily grazing the stone tiles.
So if it does not benefit you and make you look good afront the Centum Order, youd want none to do with it? Youre not so different from the previous Watch Warden, after all. The Head of Newspecs mocked the bowing Lord. He saw how the warden gandered with at his invention as if it was a wand of light C his pupils mesmerised, almost brightening to shades of gold instead of silver.
And you could not be any different from the Prime Sentinel. Any respect Ronquiotte had for Sitri seemed to vanish the moment he rose from his bow.
So youre going to go there, with his silver orbs seeming as if they would burst out of their sockets, Sitri stared at the warden who had lastly unmasked his true face C he could not decide on whether he should scowl or laugh at the jibe.
I guess aside from the fact that youre both crooks deserving of your due penance, yet have been treated with impunity for the longest time, the warden did not halt his maligning.
My acts, heinous or not, are in part due to your inability to impede me. What goods are the watchers if they could not even stop a frail man of the desk such as myself?
Say what you will about my incompetence C nothing that I havent learned myself. But the countless bodies that had piled up in our keep have all but rotted and reeked C it is nigh time that someone buries them. Ronquiotte vowed.
Then why dont you arrest me here and now? Perhaps that will grant some corpses their peace. Sitri held his wrists forward to the Watch Warden, awaiting for his belated shackles.
Your sentence will come C as would the Prime Sentinel. Ronquiotte had no chains for him C as usual. But for now, do we have an agreement, Lord Sitri? With his stance upright and steady, Ronquiotte drew his roughed hand out to Sitri C not as the Watch Warden to the Head of Newspecs, but as fellow Lords of the Centum Order.
Alright, alright. I did say Id follow the rules under your roof, Sitri shook his palm, though it felt as if the brutes grip would tear his hand from his wrist.
I offer you my gratitude, Lord Sitri. The Watch Warden released his clasp.
How much of it is actual gratitude? Sitri caressed his swollen fingers. But lets say C if any of the samples happen to be irredeemable scums and scoundrels. Well, surely then youd have no problem with me nabbing a few of them? he inquired.
Scums, scoundrels, abandoned souls. All would be given a fitting trial under the judgment of Ark. Ronquiotte pledged.
And by that, you mean to work the mines of the Centum Alps until their bones shatter and limbs tear?
For the first time since their descent into this dusky tower dungeon, the tenacious Watch Warden held no rebuttal nor denial. That is enough. I believe you should have no other concerns here any longer, Lord Sitri. The virtuous Lord Dovanka niftily dodged Sitris query.
No, I believe not. Sitri relinquished, though he was satisfied with the charlatan''s riposte. Well, though we may not see eye to eye in all matters C I do still hope that Newspecs and the Ironmount Institution could continue our fruitful relationship. One rooted in benevolence and peace, of course. He smiled wryly.
I sincerely wish so as well, Lord Sitri. The receiver, too, smiled wryly.
Sitri stretched his stiff legs that had stood still for the longest time, though the Watch Warden appeared to not suffer the same agony despite their age being akin. Good luck in the upcoming months. Youll need it. Once recovered, Sitri bid the Ronquiott his farewell and fortune.
And why should I need your blessing? the ungrateful watcher questioned Sitri at any chance he possessed.
Not only is the Arklympics commencing soon, but the Firstkind is wreaking quite a lot of havoc throughout Xearth, even Sitri had to admit that his workload was incomparable to what the Sentinels and watchdroids would be dealing with in the coming time.
Your point being? No doubt the Watch Warden knew what Sitri meant, yet he wasted Sitris time regardless.
I pity you, thats all. The Ironmount is sure to be filled to the brim with so many feverish folks going around. Sitri twirled his head in circles C gandering at the solitary dungeon that would soon lose its title. I doubt that with the meagre manpower you have here, youd be able to hold and remember every single head you have chaining about. The Ace worded.
For a second time, the Watch Warden was left stumped once more. From where he stood, Ronquiotte could only glare his silver eyes at Sitri while his fingers bent and dug into his palms C if Sitri was any closer to the bronzed Lord, no doubt those gloved fists would no longer be dangling by his sides.
Though who am I to comment on such matters? After all, Im hardly a man of the stadium nor battlefield, Sitri cracked a laugh C though he did take a small step backwards, just in case. My place is with the books. Sitri waved his hand at the tweaking warden as he then paced hastily down the strip the moment he had the chance.
Sitri did not need to turn around to tell what sort of twisted expression the Watch Warden was porting C nor would he stay long enough for his foe to part their last words in.
As he left for the entrance, where glimmers of light shone through the crevices and into the shadowy dungeon C from the corner of his eyes, he briefly glanced at the Wastelander once more. He refused to tilt his neck wholly, lest he wanted the face of Ronquiotte to be in sight as well C as such, it was hard to have a clear view of the ghoul, with his golden locks impeding his eyes and no flashlight to light his path. Yet from what he could see of the husk shrivelling under the shadow, it was that of a human who had felt and seen what no humans should have C though that was no longer Sitris concern to ponder.
With his sweaty palm clasped around the rusty handle of the steel gate and his white back facing the deserted darkness and its hosts C one lone thought coursed his jumbled mind. Come to think of it, Arwyle should be graduating from Harford in the coming month Sitri had been so busy lately, tangled with matters from every corner of Xearth, that it nearly slipped his mind C even though he was the one who pestered Father about it. A rather unpleasant thought it was to conjure before his departure.
To think Sitri had taken so much time out of his hectic schedule just to travel all the way from Sentry to the Ironmount Institution, yet only to then return after mere hours of being welcomed to their mountain keep C he surely could not be that unlikable. Perhaps once his schedule has cleared up, he should ask Bao for some lessons to brush up on his etiquette C or maybe not, even the brightest minds have bad ideas from time to time.
Chapter 12 – Evens: “Thicker Than Blood”
All these squares make a circle All these squares make a circle With his rusted body leaning against the wooden wall, Evens mumbled while staring aimlessly down at the tiles of the meagre shed C though he was sure that there were no tiled floors, neither he nor Mother had the arks for that. I must be going mad His mind felt as if it was suffocating with each passing second he was jailed in this cramped cage.
What are you yammering on about?
It was the first and only voice Evens had heard the entire day C yet he soon wished he hadnt.
Mom walked gently into the house after an early morning of tireless work that she took upon herself. She still had a cloth wrapped around her wounded face, even though it had already ceased to hurt C perhaps she merely did not want to scare away potential patrons by greeting them with her caved head.
Dont know. Feels like my brain is melting in this steamy shack, Evens moaned as he used what little strength he had left to raise him away from the wall and plummet down onto the cool stone floor. Despite faceplanting onto stones, he felt little pain, if any at all.
If its that upsetting, then youre free to step out to the garden, Mom offered the moping toddler who was throwing a tantrum.
How about I step out to the actual world instead? Evens raised his neck up and glared at her.
It has been five days since he has been confined in this sty of a home by Mom, and though biding his time until the storm passes was not unfathomable to him C he wished not for Mom to shoulder earning all the arks while his body rotted away behind draped walls.
You know I cant let you do that, Evens. Mom dodged Evenss eyes, though only one of her red orbs was free of binding.
Evens had heard the same words hundreds of times over the past few days, and it only vexed his nerves the more she said it. You are still going out and about earning arks! Why cant I? he hurled his decayed corpse up from the grave.
Theyre after you, not me. As hard-headed as ever C her conviction remained firm as her fleece of steel.
You say that C but I doubt that even Owl and Rupert are holing up in their sties like cowards. Evens whinged while flapping his arms up and down like a child.
Dont worry. If youre a coward, then your mother here is the biggest coward of them all, Mother tried to console him C but to Evens, it only accomplished the opposite.
If you wanna stay as one, youre free to do so C but that right does not seem to be blessed unto me as well.
Even Mom seemed to be at a loss for words as she frantically stroked her silver hair and mumbled beneath her breath C but no witty nor soothful retorts ever came from her lips. Defeated C she outwardly did not wish to yield to her son and once more depart from his private prison C a privilege that was too not blessed unto him.
Oh, cmon! Evens shouted until his lungs emptied and gorge stung C yet the closed door would not respond back to his plea. That was the last of his strength and will, as his rusted body fell to the stone floor once more C its icy touch tingled feebly upon his many scars, though he could hardly care any longer, for at least, it could serve to quench his boredom ever so slightly. All these squares make a circle All these squares make a circle
It would seem the sun has descended, though time did not matter for one confined within their cage.
Still laying on the floor and now coated in more dust than a broom C Evenss mind blanked with no thoughts to be had, while his limbs no longer felt as if they were parts of his body and more as if they were mere ornaments.
A sensation, a bit colder than the stone floor, brushed over his fingers and woke his body ever so faintly. Evens crept his neck to the corner, only to find Scrapper sneaking towards him and lying atop his belly as if he were a mount. Though it was merely a little meteras in the fleece of a mutt, it was still far heavier than a regular dog C yet, Evens hardly minded the heap of metal crushing his ribs, for it could at least help to shake off his rusted joints, albeit in a rather strange fashion.
How long has it been? The first thought that crossed Evenss numbed mind as he petted the metal dome of his pet C it seemed to enjoy it, with his tail wagging back and forth.
He glanced around the house. Though it was small, there was so much stuff cramped within its walls. Dirty rags, sticks, baskets, and nets that aged back to when he was but a toddler. Their qualities were sloppy, as if they were made by crippled savages C Evens could hardly believe that Mom owned them, considering how uptight and meticulous she was. In fact, Evens had never seen such items anywhere in Screwpile before, even the poorest bums ought to be ashamed of wielding such pieces C but Mom seemed to have an attachment to them, even though Evens had never seen her used them, nor would she let Evens touch them.
As his mind and body began to doze off on the cool stone floor again C a faint shriek came within his earshot.
No matter how faint it was, upon hearing it, Evens burst up C startling the poor mutt who was snoozing atop his belly. The sound came from their garden C and there could only be one person there at the time, and he knew she would not have screamed like that for no reason.
No matter how deadened his limbs and sapped his mind were, Evens forced them to move. As if a ghost was chasing after him, Evens hastily reached for the nearest armament he could wield C a thin fishing rod carved from wood would have to do.
Without any time to put on his boots, Evens kicked the wooden door open and stormed outside, receiving the first ray of light and fresh breeze of air in days C yet none of those were enough to quell his disappointment and embarrassment upon setting his browned eyes onto the sight afront him.
What are you doing? Mom asked, unharmed and merely crouching while weeding the garden.
I heard screaming I thought you Evens panted wildly. His body had become rather weak after being stuck indoors for so long.
A thorn pricked my finger, thats all, Mom grinned softly C she seemed to be rather content for someone who hurt herself, no matter how slightly.
Evenss face reddened, and he dropped the fishing pole. He knew not what to say, especially after he stormed outside like a madman. Passer-by even peeked over their fences and sneered at him. Scrapper was the only one who tried to comfort him as he nudged its dome and snout against Evenss leg.
However, it did not take long for the embarrassment to wane and for the awkwardness to reclaim its spot between the two family members.
Evens stood still and twiddled his thumbs, he knew not what to say, especially after his earlier outburst C but fortunately, Mom did it in place of him.
Since youre already out and about C mind helping me out here? It would do some good to shake your rust off, Mom proposed.
If you insist Evens moaned as if he had anything else better to do. He walked towards her and crouched down, with Scrapper tailing behind him.
Keep your head low and voice lower. Mom grabbed hold of Evenss dome and pressed it downward. Our shoddy shack should not be of any worth to them, but better safe than sorry. She whispered before releasing her palm.
Still treating me like a kid, Evens did not bother to answer and began to pluck handfuls of wildflowers in silence C Mother, too, was quiet.
The two went on to weed the garden in total stillness, with the only noise coming from Scrappers barking. Though they were right next to each other, Evens felt as if they were worlds apart. He still remembered the way to root the weeds, yet he could barely keep up the pace with Mother C even though he was normally far stronger and faster than her.
Shit Countless thorns sunk their fangs onto Evenss hands C though they did not particularly hurt his palms that were already so used to scars and gashes, and rather, they just further irritated him. He shook his wrists relentlessly until the thorns flew off his skin C how Mother managed to only get pricked once was beyond him.
Evens peaked at his Mother C ensuring that her gaze would not catch his. She had been working before the sun awoke until now, and though her body was frail and small C she had not complained even once. Just thinking about it led him to yank a bundle of weeds out from the dirt C their roots still attached wholly, but the blades of flowers had been thoroughly crushed within his palm.
The time that flowed for the past five excruciating days was already as slow as is, and yet, somehow, the time he was spending in the garden was even slower. The silent tension in the heated summer air was nauseating, and Evens could no longer hold his lips bolted and tongue tied. Hows your Evens pointed at her dome C he could not finish his sentence before his parched gorge gave up on him.
Dont worry your head over it. Nothing that your mother hasnt faced before, she simpered, though Evens could not understand what was there to smile at.
Evens prided himself on his strength and valour, but even he had not been dealt such a severe wound before C perhaps a fleshless shell like her really could not feel the same pain that a man of his flesh would.
That was all the efforts that he was willing to put in as Evens fell back into silence once more and carried on weeding the garden C his fried temple could not conjure another topic to discuss, even if it was to save his life.
It was Moms turn to break the silence this time. If were talking about wounds, then you have it far worse than me, she pointed at the many healed scars and faded stitch marks littered throughout every nook and cranny on Evenss body.
They itch at times, sure C but I cant really remember when the last time that they genuinely hurt. To test his mettle, Evens squeezed the ones on his left forearm C and he felt almost nothing.
Though his trivial test of might did not seem to particularly amuse nor relive Mother of her worries. If I could, Id never have let you suffer those cuts her tender voice broke faintly as she muttered.
Now you dont go and worry your head over it either. Not as though it was your fault anyway, Evens tried to comfort her, though it was not as if he was lying C after all, she was not his actual mother, so she should not have to bear the responsibility of his birth.
You dont ask it anymore, do you? Mom whispered, unfettering herself from her bawling muddle.
No, Im good, Evens responded quickly C he had all but lost interest in a question with no answer a long time ago. You prefer that, anyway, dont you?
Regardless of what I want I do not know much myself either. Mom murmured. All my life Ive spent caring for you C but no matter how hard I try, Im sure youd feel much more warmth from the ones whod carved you to life. Her bitter smile felt as if it was hiding away much larger things than mere droplets of tears.
Their worth best be etched onto my flesh if you want me to care for some folks whose faces I could not paint even in my purest dreams. His awful attempt at comforting his mother ensued C and to the same little degree of success.
You should not speak of them like that.
Evens knew not how else he should have spoken of them C and all he could do was merely stare at his mothers feeble smile, imbued with sorrow that seeped past even her mask of cloth. So, where did you nab me from? Was it at a slave auction or the back alley of some brothC
Evens did not finish his jest before Mom flung a handful of dirt and grass at his face C if her face was not reddened in anger like a boiling pot before, then it sure was now.
Alright, sorry. My bad Evens apologised C though Moms face did not seem to soften any slightly.
He really did not know what to say. All his life, he has been taught and shown how to be crude and bitter by the folks hes met C so he hardly has anywhere to go in terms of decorum.
He scrambled his fainted mind to think of another topic until he scarcely found one. So, how was I? Was I as much of a pain in the ass as I am now? Evens asked, genuinely for once.
Where do I even begin? Mom rolled her ruby eyes C though, at least she was no longer sulking. A tiny beast you were. No other babes were or ever will be like you. She sighed aloud. Crying and soiling yourself all the time. Youd fancy eating mouthfuls of dirt rather than homemade papsC
Thats enough! Evens screamed eternally as he incessantly yanked wads of weeds out of the dirt, hoping that itd clear his mind from the thoughts that Mother planted into his dome C though it was not enough to stop her rambling.
Your gashes were a handful to restitch every single night for months, her snarky tone dwindled slightly. When you finally reached the age you could walk and talk, all youd do is concoct weird and dodgy contraptions, she sighed once more in pain C but it was outwardly not painful enough for her to cease reminiscing days gone by.
One gotta learn somewhere. Some of the kids oughta be counting their lucky stars that theyve met me. Evens goaded despite his reddened cheeks C after all, if not for his crafty antics, Rupert wouldnt have been given another chance to walk on both feet.
And how many had to suffer your wily tricks for the few to gather what they wanted? I swear, the amount of time I had to apologise to different parents may have aged these old bones mightily.
Of that, Evens had no words to defend his merits C he could only chuckle wryly while desperately avoiding Mothers icy glare.
Handful, bratty, and stubborn C that was my time with you and more, Num worded sternly. And Ive never loathed a single moment of it. Mom smiled gently.
His once cherried face further reddened, even slightly burning the scars over his head. Mom Evens whimpered like a child for once since forever.
At the hint of Evenss ruffled mess, Scrapper rolled over and rubbed his fleece onto Evens as if to comfort him. He was rough to the touch, and his paws were as sharp as daggers C but Evens could not possibly push Scrapper aside when he was panting at him so innocently, with his tail wagging back and forth.
Hes a good boy. Cherish him, always. Mom looked at the two, and her beam widened.
Well, of course, Evens patted Scrappers dome, and the mutt, too, barked back in response to Mom.
The joyful time under the golden sun did not linger for long. Even the garden would soon be cleansed, the loudest barks would cease, and the tranquil silence would end.
The sound of a deep breath taken and then released came out from Mother. If you wish to leave, you may.
Evens stopped his palm from stroking Scrappers ears. And why would I want to do that? Evens asked, his voice wavering slightly.
Mom''s slanted eyes and droll smile told him that she did not believe a single word that came from his mouth. It pains me to see you in pain, but its even worse if Im the one who wreaks it upon you. Her scarlet pupils seemed to gloss under the light of the slumbering day. Its not just you either C it feels as if the entire world has been still for the longest time.
Evens gripped a handful of weeds and yanked it out forcefully, yet he did not manage to this time C his strength had seeped and went elsewhere.
The Centum Order cages us in a tiny land, unwilling to let us escape and be free. I do not wish to do the same to you any longer. She would not stop her futile drivel.
Of course, youd only give your blessing now and not the years of my life Ive spent begging youC Evens derided. For years, she has banned any notion of leaving her side at the Bottom Barrel, and yet her stance on the matter had changed wholly after a mere afternoon of gardening.
So heres your chance. Lastly, her eyes had met his, but he no longer wanted to endure their judging gaze. Run to the valleys if you wish. Sail to the seas if thats what you fancy. Fly to the stars if its needed. Step far away from this land. Mother has never once uttered those words, nor had she ever implored Evens to do anything aside from hiding away in her nest.
If you think Im just going to up and leave you because some steels are on our doorstep, then Im afraid you dont know your son all that well. Evens perished the thought, yet he still could not pluck the wildflowers from their roots.
Mom did not dwell further on the matter. For once, the cloth binding her wound wholly masked away her face, and Evens could not tell whether she was happy or sad, or both C and Evens neither knew whether he should console or rebuke her, or both.
Speaking of us steels, boy? A haughty voice C strange to the both of them disturbed their quarrel.
How? Evenss body moved on its own and leapt a step backwards, trying to hide within the shade casted by the roof C but it was too late.
The steelman was staring straight at him with his purple eyes. If not for his fancy decorated garment and the rally of ecliants in black at his standby, Evens would not have believed that such a stout and short ecliant could be a Sentinel.
Why are they here? Evens was baffled. As Mother said, their shack was small and humble, and they even tried to stay quiet C yet the Sentinels still found them.
At the right of the fat ecliant was a cloaked figure C his hood of black covered all but his dark skin and silver orbs, glaring disdainfully at Evens as if he owed him arks.
Behind both of them was a band of Sentinels, twenty of them crooks engaged the entire vicinity C with no folks of the Bottom Barrel in sight. There was no chance that Evens wouldnt have been aware of such a large group looming near them unless they purposefully crept up on their home.
No one to be found here, gents. But if youd like to waste your time and rummage through our humble abode C by all means. Mom has not budged an inch from where she crouched. Unbothered by the invading army, she paid more heed to the invasive weeds upon her small garden C but though she may be able to fool the Sentinels, her paltry act and sweaty palms could never elude Evens.
I dont doubt that, maam. If the infamous Firstkind has to resort to petty wiles like hiding away in such a pitiful hut C well then, they would scarcely be worth this precious time of mine. The swine in Sentinel attire cackled C then followed by his still minions, albeit their feeble laughter wasnt as jaunty and brash as their master.
Neither Evens nor Mom graced him their attention, merely hoping that hed soon lose interest and leave. The fishing pole he had dropped earlier was in the range of his grasp C a slight flick with his foot would be enough to retrieve it, but a discreet glare from Mother halted any attempt.
Nothing to say? This may be your last chance, the apparent commander of the present Sentinels twirled his curly golden hair rather menacingly C though he did not leave any time for his prey to answer, not as though Evens had given him one. Fine then. You country swine really need to brush up on your courtesy. He rubbed his chubby chin before facing Evens. Boy. Youre coming with us.
What? Evens mumbled faintly.
What!? Mom blurted out loudly and rose up from where she crouched. My son has nought to do with the rebels, she shouted at the Sentinels face, not caring about the difference in rank.
Thats up for me to decide. Dont blame me C blame that he was cursed to be born in that fleece. The stout scoundrel shoved Mother off of him C nearly felling her to her heels.
Bastard Evens cursed silently. He doubted the Sentinels even believed Evens was a rebel C it was not uncommon to hear of stories about humans and steelborns being arrested in mass to fill the mountain pits of the Ironmount Institution.
If you need a body to be buried in the mines C then take me instead. My body of steel would be far stronger than the mere flesh of a human, Mom pleaded on her knees.
Evens would never accept such a trade. Absolutely notC
Please keep hold of yourself, maam. If we could C we would not want to condemn ones that do not bleed. The hooded man from behind stepped forward C he seemed strangely familiar to Evens, but he could not tell for sure with the hood masking away half of his face. Though, Evenss foot felt a slight sore the longer he stared at the black ecliant.
As if they were in a standoff, silence descended upon them. None would take a step, nor would utter a sound.
Though Mother was still feigning distress afront the Sentinels, behind her back where only Evens could see, her hands were gesturing for Evens to escape C but that would never happen even if he wanted to, as the entire house has already been surrounded by Sentinels.
Cmon, boy. How about you stop wasting both of our time and get this over with? I still have a few more blocks left to hunt before the day ends, the hog commander yawned.
And youre wasting your precious time on a mere human like me? How honoured I am, Evens gulped while trying to muster the usual snarky tone that he would have even when faced with the largest meterases or the foulest fiends, but it was not so easy this time C for his life was not the only one that was in danger.Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.
I couldnt care less about you, boy. Now will you get a move on, or do you need some motivation? the arrogant ecliant picked his nose with his pinkie, unbecoming for the lordly guise he was trying to brandish.
Evens held no answer to his demand. One person ordered for his head, while another wished for him to stay still behind her C and Evens had no will of his own to decide. His smirk still persisted, but he could already feel the sweat dripping down his neck and soaking his palms. The water of his own makings further seeped into the tiny gaps of bygone gashes whom he had believed to have already been healed wholly long ago C and for the first time in a long time, it scorched his wounds as if a burning iron rod was pressed against them.
Impatient with the lack of ripostes and out of breath from merely standing C the fat lord sighed and gestured something to his hooded lackey.
Upon receiving the order, the dark Sentinel reached within his thick cloak C and with a movement faster than Evens could react to, a blade of wind flew out from under his garment.
The sharp gale breezed Evenss foot before he could react C but it neither pierced his boot nor did the tender whimpers come out of his mouth.
Scrapper! Evens leapt down to catch the wounded mutt C his knees wholly collapsed and crushed upon the ground, but he cared not. A dagger has pierced halfway into Scrappers stomach C if not for it being a meteras, itd have surely died on impact. Even with a blade lodged in its innards, the hound still barked and bared its fangs C wishing to protect his master. Evens tore the sleeve off of his ragged shirt and wrapped it around the puncture C he was no doctor, but he prayed to Ark that his sloppy bandaging and a meteras steel skin would serve meanwhile. Its alright, boy Evens whispered to Scrapper before laying the hound behind him, where his master could now defend him.
Not satisfied with merely harming Scrapper, the stout Sentinel kicked down the wooden fence and letterbox that Evens had worked so tirelessly to make and raise. He trampled upon Mothers garden and yanked her by her hair towards him.
You son of a Evens lunged forward but was soon impeded in his path by the hooded ecliant.
Mother desperately scratched and clawed at the Sentinels burly arms, but he looked unfazed by it all. For a man of short limbs and thick skin as him, Evens did not expect him to carry that much strength to be able to pin down Mother C the might blessed from birth to an ecliant, perhaps.
Your little mutt was not enough C youd even want me to soil my hands with your mommys tears as well? How cruel, boy. No wonder the tainted blood of men were abandoned by Ark, the bastard goaded while shaking her frail head around by her silver tail. Honestly, I dont know whats worse C having to stain my hands with the blood of a filthy human brat or one of an archaic doll? he shook and squeezed her body as if she was no more than a puppet for him to toy with.
Just surrender, and well let her go. The man facing him forewarned Evens, yet his irate tone and rigid stance did not paint that of a man who wished to avoid conflict.
Evens hesitated, and his limbs faltered C after all, they had been enfeebled due to the passing days. From the close distance he stood, Evens could see his silver orbs and dark skin clearer C they brought back strange headaches to him, but it was hardly the time to figure out the cause.
Run, Evens! Run!
A shout C so desperate yet so tender dried Evens from his cold sweat as he ignored the assailer afront him and back to the one who mattered.
Hold your tongue, wench. The lordly commander furiously jolted Mothers steel body while still holding onto her hair C as if she was a toy for him to relieve stress.
The painted sight no longer allowed hesitation to be housed in his body C even if his mind had to shut down for his body to run wild, so be it. Unminding the hindrance in his path, Evens reached for the fishing pole, and with a swift flick by his foot, the rod launched into the air and landed in his grasp. With a fighting chance in hand, Evens lunged forward once more.
The hooded figure tried to halt Evenss advance. He was fast for someone who was endowed in a long cloak - but Evens knew that, and with his pole, he struck the blinded ecliant by his ankles where he could not see.
It tripped the Sentinel to his knees, but it did not take long for him to reclaim his footing C Evens should have known better than to resort to petty tricks against a trained soldier. Evens could not tell for sure whether under the heavy attire of his lay a body of might or meagreness C yet regardless of his hidden stature, the ecliant was strong, far stronger than most humans Evens had met.
Countless blows from Evenss lance were swung at the buzzing ecliant, far enough for Evens to even slay tens of meterases C yet none could even graze the cloth of his cloak. The ecliant even refused to use any sort of weaponry against Evens, and he merely resorted to effortlessly dodging and parrying Evenss swings with his bare hands.
How strong is he? Evenss arms were beginning to tire from swinging so much to no avail C yet despite feeling as if his muscles were tearing with each swing, Evenss possessed body refused to yield.
Not so easy when youre not resorting to cheap tricks? the ecliant sneered amidst their bout C his snarky tone infuriated Evens like no other.
In a moment of weakness where even Evens wasnt aware that his arms were no longer swinging C the cloaked opponent caught Evenss lance between his palm and snatched it away from Evenss grasp. With his rod stolen away, it was the ecliants turn to return furious pummels unto Evens.
His head shook left and right C with blood splattering about like a geyser as if the cuts and scars upon his face had never healed. He could feel his cheeks swelling and crushing in turn. His teeth broke apart in his mouth and pierced his tongue and gums. His nose felt as if it had caved into his skull C leaving a mould of the ecliants fist on his face. Pull your punches, man What did I ever do to you? Evens panted C his few chances to breathe only came between each blow. Even amidst the ruthless assault, Evens could still see Mom from the corner of his swollen eyes and blistered lids C her mouth shouting and eyes crying as if pleading for them to stop.
Between you and me C I do not mind if you would not yield just yet. The deviant mumbled while his knuckles still pounced upon Evenss face C ensuring that his commander could not hear nor see his distorted colour.
Neither do I Evens ate blow after blow C abiding his time. His body wanted to crumble to the dirt C but not yet. His mind wanted to doze away and depart to the land of dreams C but not yet. His will wanted to yield to his foe C but never. It was a simple fact that even a kid from a backwater corner of Xearth like Evens knew C as long as life moves, itd stop in due time.
The fury of punches dwindled by the seconds, and the sound of the ecliants knuckles crushing upon Evenss skull was overwhelmed by his relentless panting. The cloaked Sentinel dropped his bruised fists to his knees and began to gasp desperately for air while sweat drenched his face C all as if he had just awoken from a terrible nightmare.
While the ecliant was gasping for air and shaking his blistered knuckles C Evenss body had rested ever so slightly amidst the beating. Evens spared the drained ecliant the same mercy that he granted to Evens and grabbed him by the collar of his black hood.
Evens lifted the scoundrel up to his height, where even Evens bashed eyes could meet the ecliants silver orbs and even his rather fair face. Maybe I have seen him Yet it hardly mattered any longer C Evens whipped his neck as far back as he could before catapulting his dome onto the Sentinels face. Evens could feel his forehead shattering the bones of the once fair-faced ecliant to dust C all while drizzling in the blood that was, at last, not of his.
His headbutt sent the ecliant flying away from his grasp and landed his fainted body upon the garden C while Evens still stood on both feet. Unlike Evens, he doubted that the Sentinel ever knew how it felt to have his entire body littered with scars and gashes that numbed most pain evermore.
His unique body may have granted him the might to withstand more injury than most humans and steelmen C but it did not give him superhuman strength. Evenss head felt as if it was drowning from within while his eyes were seeing mirages of everyone present. Yet he still limped forward, with blood dribbling from his dowsed head onto each footprint left behind C to the horror of Mother and her captor as they gandered at Evenss staggering corpse.
Stay back! the craven of a Sentinel squealed C despite him possessing an army at his command.
Stay back, Evens! Mother, too, shrieked, though it was blotted out by her kidnapper''s scream.
Evens did not heed eithers request and kept marching forward C for if he stopped now, he doubted that his body would be able to stand up once more.
I said stay back! Or elseC The coward clumsily unsheathed the sword hung by his waist and held it by Mothers neck.
Or else youd do what, Heart Commander? A vast shadow loomed over the stout commander from behind C a giant of a man spoke down at him from above with a voice that was graver than a thunderstorm. His mane and orbs glimmered like gold, and his bulging muscles were barely contained under his navy vest that was far more decorated with medals than even the fat mans.
His mere voice seemed to bring a shiver to the arrogant lord as he slowly twisted his neck back. Lord Six!? the pathetic Heart Commander stuttered at the sight of the giant and released Mom from his grubby grasp.
Mom! Evens wished to limp hurriedly to her side, but his legs would not budge no matter how hard he pushed and strained them. Move, damn it! Evens grunted until he gargled blood from his gorge.
It seems that boy did quite a number on your own boy, another man revealed himself from behind the giant and slicked back dark wavy hair. Though he was far smaller than the man named Six, he still seemed to have a smug manner about him, as if he was on equal footing with the giant himself.
Bereft of any false pride he once gloated C the Commander of the Heart Corp melted to a reddened and stuttering heap of lard.
Anything to say for yourself, Lord Senu? the supposed Lord Six probed the muted Sentinel.
What should I be saying? I need not your permission to move on my will, any last ounce of pride the pitiful lord had left was poured into that act of defiance.
I sincerely implore you to recant your words, Lord Senu. The smug man behind the giant said as he straightened his fancy vest.
A mere Wing like you have no rights to lord me around either, boy. Now hold your tongue while the men are speaking, the fat man tried to intimidate him, but he hardly seemed scared.
If not from me, then what about His Heavenlier? To keep the ruin to a minimum was his will C or do you wish to disobey his orders as well? the colossus ecliant reminded the pudgy ecliant.
The commander was at a loss for words, with air being the only rebuttal to come out of his mouth C but his pride forced his tongue to speak regardless. Lies! Ive never received such commands from His Heavenlier. Dont you dare try to wreak distrust between me and His Heavenlier, you scoundrel! he shouted at the giant from above C fancying himself a humble hero challenging a great dragon, perhaps.
For how proud he was of his sudden speech C no cheers nor awes were given to the bold lord from onlookers. His outburst shocked everyone in sight C even his allies and foes had their jaws agape as they quickly avoided the eyes of the golden giant. Evens knew skimpily about the Prime Sentinel, Archetype Six, aside from that, he was the most hated man in Xearth C but even he knew not to have done what the commander did.
I guess he was right. Ive been far too lenient with you, it would seem. The giant sighed, and the crowd went silent. Let this be your one and only lesson he whispered to the lord afront him C but all could hear his words amidst the deafening silence.
The Heart Commander scoffed at the Prime Sentinels face before scratching his blonde dome in puzzlement. What are you waffliC
Before even a single puff of breath could gush out of his chubby cheeks C the back of the giants hand struck across his face as if it were a battering ram. His paw, the size of a bear and twice that of its victims skull sent the commander into the air as if the swine weighed no more than a feather C before his rounded body struck down like a meteor and collided with the wooden fence, breaking it wholly.
The once silent Sentinels all squeaked in fear and disbelief C all except for the purple-eyed one by the side of the Prime Sentinel.
Smacking a man that no doubt weighted more than a boulder to the air seemed to not even break a single drop of sweat upon the giants face C stretching his wrist in the aftermath was all he needed.
The petrifying yet enthralling display of might seemed to have brought slight vigour back to Evenss body, as he then wasted no time in willing his legs to hobble towards his mom. Are you alright? he knelt down and rose her up from the dirt C despite how light Mom was, his throbbing arms felt as if they were lifting a mountain.
Do not mind me now. Mom softly slapped Evenss hand away from her shoulder. You should run away to wherever you want
Be quiet already. I aint leavingC
You dont get to decide that! A familiar and vexing voice shouted out. The now unhooded Sentinel, who Evens thought to have knocked out, has awoken. The blow upon his face seemed to no longer faze him as he instantly dashed towards the giant. My utmost apology, Lord Prime. On behalf of my Lord, please allow me to shoulder the fault for this egregious blunder. He bowed gracefully despite his forehead painted red and nose crooked to the left.
Regrettably, you failed to keep your promise to me. The trust that Nine put in you seemed to be unfound. How disappointing. The Prime Sentinel uttered words of contempt. There will be time for excuses and sentences later. Because of the stunts that youve pulled, we have no other choice but to halt the hunt for the night. He turned his face away from Evenss humble home C and with a single wave of his hand, all the standby Sentinels rallied in rows behind his navy-coated back.
Are they leaving? Evens stuttered C he could not believe his eyes, and itd seem neither was Mom. Mother clutched her palm tightly onto Evenss, and despite her fleece of steel C it felt warm ever so feebly. Though their house may have been ransacked, their fences ruined, and the garden spoiled C Evens was sure that, together, they could make them anew. Somehow, we made itC
Wait, sir! the unyielding ecliant screamed out.
Just give up already, Evens clicked his tongue C he perhaps should have headbutted him harder, but that would have been too cruel even for Evens.
You better have a good reason for this, Sentinel Symon. The Prime Sentinel reverted his gaze, his golden pearls no longer mellow but sullen.
I understand that our blunder is inexcusable C but please, we could not just let these miscreants go unpunished after all they have committed, the dark ecliant crawled over to his fainted lord by the wooden wreckages that were once fences that Evens so painstakingly built.
This sly bastard Evens gnashed his teeth C on second thought, he really should have headbutted him harder.
A mere human boy and its nanny? You best be counting your blessings that Ive yet to strip you of your badge for tarnishing our order. Though his admonishments were meant for the defiant ecliant, Evens couldnt help but feel slighted as well.
I will accept whatever punishment that comes my way, but regardless of the wrongs weve done C this same boy and nanny, as youve put it, have disgraced the venerable Commander of the Heart Corp. If you were to let people like that be free of consequence C what would that say about your headship, Lord Prime? the silver-eyed ecliant lifted his commander up from the ruin, and despite his own injuries, he still rested the portly lord upon his shoulder.
Awfully demanding for a man in your situation right now. Are you sure thats the tone you want to use with me? the giants grumble akin to that of a lion C or at least what Evens would think a lion sounds like.
I meant no offence, Lord Prime. But I believe itd do some good in order to instil a valuable lesson not only to the Sentinels but the common folks as well.
And here I thought I was silvered in tongue, the Sentinel who stood by the wing of the Prime Sentinel smirked. But he does have a point, Boss. As youve admitted C you have been rather forbearing these days. We wouldnt want every rookie to mistake your mercy for flaws.
For a behemoth of a man C he seemed terribly temperate and indecisive when faced with the pleas of his underlings. The Prime Sentinel shut his eyes and pondered in silence amidst the suffocating battlefield as if he was meditating in a fair meadow C yet none dared to disturb or question his act. With a lungful breath gusted out of him, the giant opened his lids and fixed his golden orbs upon Evens and Mother.
Please Im begging you Mom mumbled so faintly that itd be a wonder if anyone else could hear it besides Evens.
A parent should shoulder their childrens mistakes. That was what I was taught. The giant spoke to the steel dwarf C but his words did not feel as if they were his. But Im no good in that regard. So I would ask of you C is that true? his piercing glare stabbed at Mother C a lesser man would have crumbled at the sight, but a servicebot akin to her had an iron will.
Without help from Evens, Mom sluggishly stood up on her own two feet C for she knew Evens would not have allowed her to stand up. You take care of yourself, Evens. With her short and frail arms, she hugged Evens wholly C her ruby eyes faded to a rosy tint from the teary gloss. Run, sail, fly C far away from here, and dont look back. Her voice held firm for as long as she could hold, but her body would not cease to shiver.
Please Dont Evens knew not what to think nor feel C his mind felt as if it was drowning, and his arms refused to let go of her, but his strength seemed to sap away with each passing moment. With his might abandoning his husk C Mother did not need much effort to release herself from his embrace. As she slowly walked towards the giant and had her wrists shackled in steel C Evens desperately wished to raise his arms forward, but it felt as if anchors were chained onto his limbs, condemning the souls of the weak and craven.
Still hurling his lord on his back, the unhooded Sentinel scurried hastily toward the Prime Sentinel. No, Lord Prime! Get the boy! What use is there for a servicebot? Thats not what we neC He never finished his sentence, for the giants glare was at last enough to silence him.
Let us leave. The Commander of All Sentinels commanded, and all heeded his command C with Mom tailing him from behind.
Where am I even supposed to run to? Evens shivered for the first time in a long while. It was not that of weariness that he felt when contesting against the Sentinel C but it was fear, yet not fear of dying, but fear of losing. Losing the sole person who cared for him his entire life, losing his honour as a son to defend his kin, or losing his valour as a warrior for fleeing from a worthy foe C his mind and body could agree on none. The further the Sentinels and his Mother parted from the hovel and down the empty street, the wilder his heart beat C as if to cry out his challenge to the parting party. The scars and gashes on his body C they spoke to him, goading him to grant them new neighbours. Though his head was tattered and jumbled, his limbs twisted and maimed, his spirit crushed and soiled C an ember remained lit in his heart as if it had never died. Losing was no longer an option for Evens C even if he had to dig his nails into the dirt and crawl on his path. So be it
As he did once before, Evens flicked the fishing pole up from the ground C it felt right at home in his palms. His body dared not to defy his indomitable mind, and he stormed towards the captor of his mother.
It was a shoddy plan of attack C one conducted in the open street of the Bottom Barrel where any Sentinels could have seen coming, yet none attempted to stop his advance towards their leader.
Evens, stop! Mom shouted when she saw Evens, but it was too late for him to halt his charge.
Evens was inched apart from his target, and the giant had yet to turn his back C after all, a man of his might tended should not possess equal nimbleness. This was his last chance. As high as his arms would grant him, the lance within his grasp rose to the sky and rivalled the zenith of the dawning sun.
The lance descended. Its mere descension quaked Evenss entire body C yet the swing never delivered its intended blow.
Evens was wrong once again. Mere moments before the rod grazed upon the Prime Sentinels dome C in a fraction of that instant, the giant of an ecliant twisted his whole body over and clashed the lance against his forearm.
It shattered in contact C the fishing rod, that is. Yet Evens had no time to lament or dispute the unfairness of the world C he snatched the then two sticks born from the broken rod and wielded them in tangent. He had more experience on the field than most due to his years of confronting bandits and meterases C but even he had not attempted to wield two arms before.
Tilting left to right, leaping up and down, spinning in all corners C Evens swung wild and frenzied blows at the Prime Sentinel, but despite his burly body, the giant dodged all of Evenss effortlessly, all without barely even moving away from his post.
Why wont you die!? Evens roared as his fury of blows became even faster and wilder C yet it was still unable to faze the beast of an ecliant.
As if he was a titan scourging into a hurricane C with his long arm, the Prime Sentinel reached past Evenss futile blows and gripped his palm wholly around Evenss neck. Evens felt as if a stone statue was sculpted onto him C no matter how hard he struck the ecliant, hed not release Evens. The beast managed to effortlessly hold Evens to the air with one hand. As air left his body and struggled to return, Evenss hands lost their strength, and the arms he bore slipped from his fingers.
Cease this, boy. Why must you struggle so much for one whose blood you do not share? the giant asked C Evens could not tell whether he was being condescending or he was genuinely curious.
Evens could not possibly give the giant a satisfying riposte even if he had the breath to C for he, too, despised the truth of it. Why should I care? My blood is already tainted With the last remnants of might in his arms and breath in his cheeks, Evens placed his palms onto the Prime Sentinels boulder-like shoulders C and akin to a slingshot, he slung his body upward and kneed the giant to his chin, yet his knee felt like a plank of wood bashing upon a hunk of steel.
Despite how more painful it was for Evenss knee rather than his foes chin, the blow managed to shake the giant from his post C albeit by only two steps.
Evens fell to the dirt. He desperately gasped for air, though his blistered lips and crooked nose made it far harder and more throbbing than it should. He glanced over at the giant, and while Evens was sprawling around in the mud with a crushed throat, the Prime Sentinel merely suffered a faint graze on his chin C though perhaps that was quite impressive for what a human could do to an ecliant, particularly one as mighty as him.
The standby Sentinels had their jaws unhinged, and eyes popped out from their sockets as well and began to enclose upon Evens at the command of the haughty Sentinel whom Evens had presumed to be no more than a docile jester for the Prime Sentinel.
Evens! Mother cried out C though Evenss ears could hardly hear her words any longer.
I guess this is it Evens panted C submitting to his fate as the Sentinels encroached closer with their swords, spears, and bows.
All of you C hold your post. The Prime Sentinel roared C and the cubs listened. He marched two steps towards Evens. Not bad for a human, boy. You cherish your family that much? the victor stood tall over the defeated.
Once again, an answer could not leave his mouth even if he wanted to C it was taking all he had just to breathe, yet even that was soiled by the metallic scent of his blood.
You see, Lord Prime! This savage even had the temerity to bear his fangs upon yourself! Surely, even you could not ignore such a dire transgression, the dark-fleeced Sentinel urged the Prime Sentinel once more.
You sure do not know when to shut up, do you? Its like seeing myself in a mirror a very ugly mirror, the Prime Sentinels lackey chastised the desperate ecliant. Yet again, there is truth in his words, Boss. The boy has committed far too many offences to just simply ignore now. He glanced up at the giant.
The giant fell into silence pondering once more, as he gently caressed his bruised chin. His soldiers did not even seem to be bothered by their leaders penchant C a reoccurring procedure for them, perhaps.
While the giant granted Evens some moment of rest C he took what little chance he had left to look at Mom, whose steel face was paler than snow and damper than rain.
What have you done? she mumbled wordlessly, but Evens could tell from her lips.
Very well, then. The giant stated. His words demanded the attention and awe of all who were present. Youre free, but your son will take your place. The Prime Sentinel decreed afront for all to bear witness before unshackling Mother from her binding.
At last Evens was not surprised at the verdict C he was longing for it, and itd seem the hell he had put his body through was worth it.
No, please! Take me instead! The boy would do you no good in the mines! Im a far better suit! Mom pleaded and bowed at the giants feet as she yanked at the handcuff C but her strength could not hope to match that beast of an ecliant.
The kindness was granted to him C the least Evens could do was to muster what little strength was housed left in his shell and lift his body up once more to make way towards his soon-to-be captor. As he walked towards where they stood, with his neck crumpled, mind numbed, and body tattered C he merely stared at his mother kindly for the first time in the longest time before holding his wrists out to the giant. Take care of Scrapper while Im gone, he whispered to Mother. With the same shackles that were bonded to Mom, the giant chained Evens. Dont worry, Ill be home soon. Evens smiled, it was taking everything he had to hold the smile.
His mother, as if her soul had wholly departed from her body and reverted to a steel lifeless shell, crumbled to her knees C her pupils dilated and whitened as she mumbled garbled verses beneath her breath. The sight of his mother weeping on the dirt felt worse than pikes piercing his eyes C Evens could no longer bear it and averted his gaze away.
Evens glanced at the Sentinel, who so dreadfully vied for his downfall C his detestable grin was clear as day under his hood, even though Evens did not know why. You got what you wanted. Happy? Evens spat at him.
The Prime Sentinel handed Evens to a separate squadron for them to escort him away. It was only then that he noticed how many other human residents of the Bottom Barrel were also being towed away in mass. Yet, despite being sent to prison C Evens felt not like a scoundrel. Instead, his will burned bright, and his heart thumped strongly as if he was a hero for repaying his debt to the sole person he was in debt to C though no matter how hard he clenched his fists tightly and stiffened his lids until they stung, the feeble sound of her tears dripping to the ground was bringing him to the verge of tears as well.
He had only taken his first few steps, yet he had already begun to miss this stinking pigsty of a town that he had called home for most of his life. With each bootstep forward, Evens twisted his head to every corner C to paint the Bottom Barrel clearly into his memory for the last time. The pitiful dwellers who spent their days complaining about the harsh trials delivered to them by Ark, the crumbling houses and keeps that looked like they were erected by maddened men, the damp and metallic air that suffocated your lungs rather than rejuvenating them, the pathetic two-headed dog embroidered upon the citys flag C there werent much to remember the Bottom Barrel by, all things considered.
Now thats a sight I havent seen in a while A fitting farewell as any, I suppose. As Evens reached the hearth of the vilest corner of Xearth C a sole semblance of pride that the residents of the Bottom Barrel had lay erected with all of its might and beauty. A statue carved in white marble portrayed Kenny of the Barrel C a legendary figure amongst humans who perished as a martyr who fought against the injustice of ecliants. The spotless statue stood taller than even the giant he had just fought, with one arm pointed to the sky where Ark aboded and the other embracing his pale mistress. As grand as the sculpture was, Evens was not born when its marbles were carved C so he could not tell how truthful it was to the real person.
Itd seem that the statue did not only catch Evenss eyes, but so was the Prime Sentinel himself C though it was less of an admirable gaze and more of an irate glare.
Cmon. Get a move on already. The Sentinel assigned to detain Evens shoved him forward with the blunt end of his spear.
If that had happened normally, Evens would most likely have lunged himself against the Sentinel and robbed him of his spear C but the strength to do so has all but sapped away. As Evens kept walking forward, he caught the last glimmer of Kenny of the Barrel C and he wondered if one day, he too would earn a statue carved in his honour, or perhaps, hed need to carve his own.
In his final moment in the curst land, Evens huffed the last of its tainted air into his crushed lungs, and for once since his time dwelling here, it held nought a hint of blood, grime, nor metal C perhaps this was the fresh beginning of a journey that he so wished for ever since he was carved to life. Nah, who am I kidding? Evens chuckled feebly as the tender breeze bid its bitter farewell upon his body, entombed with faded marks.
Chapter 13 – Stelie: “Last Glimmer of Still Slumber”
A cold night it was, despite the summer season. No owls nor crickets to disturb the evening rest of the band of ragtag strugglers. The secluded forest they called their fleeting home was at last freed from the relentless terror of the meterases C for they, too, required slumber.
The bonfire they had lit burned dimly at the mercy of the nights gale C brightened just enough for the band to be warmed in its grace and dimmed enough not to disturb the other tenants of the woods. If a light was all they needed, then the dazzling moonlight and pearly stars shining above their heads were more than enough to light their breezy night.
Humming away into the night alongside the melodic rustles of the fluttering leaves and branches was pleasing C but also boring. The feeble flame thawed their frozen bodies bereft of layered garments, the logs of wood cushioned their sore rears, and the pints of ale drove them to blissful stupor. Amongst the band of brutish woodland dwellers who dreamed of liberation, clash, and merriment C one mere soul, the runt of the litter, delighted in the dullness of tranquillity.
Beautiful eyes. Like I heard from my brother before. A man, the tallness of a great tree and the muscles of a mountain, drunkenly attempted his chance at flirting C his darkened skin and darker eyes and smoother head all glimmered brightly in splendour when blessed upon by the rays of the moon.
Unlike the boozy gentleman, the ladys pale fleece and locks of gold needed not the lights from the sky to bare their beauty. Yet as for her pearls of orange, whom only the drunken and blinded could adore C no miraculous light could ever make them shine in the hearts of men. Thank you, Abe C but you ought to hit the hay soon. We all know how your brother feels about your drinking habit. Wouldnt want to receive another earful from the good doctor, the fairy-like lady soothed slight senses back to the inebriated flirt C unlike the rest of the crew, her delicate hands were freed of any goblets or bottles.
No need for ya to crease your pretty little head over such a trifle thing, Stel, Abe laughed as he guzzled down another pint of ale, staining his scruffy black beard with foam. He flexed his muscles, nearly ripping his leather vest off from his chest and his cargo pants from his legs. That bore has his head buried in the books. The day he actually buckles up his belt and stands up to me is the day I die a happy brother. The giants laughter grew ever brasher as if fancying himself to be the king of the woods.
Keep it down, Abe! You trying to wake the entire forest and alert the Blacks or something? Though the others, too, were drunk and blissed under the hazy spell of the moon and their booze C at least they still retained the sense to scold Abes drunken antics.
You fools first! Abe cackled while droplets of ale trailed down his lips and onto his bear C his cheery roar was mightier than all elses combined. Yet the big bad wolf did not bring fright to the sheep but instead, merry delight.
As if they shared a bibulous hivemind, all cheered and danced together around the beacon, with one hand holding onto their goblets and the other onto their comrades shoulder C the song they chaunted, however, did not fit to be sang from their jolly tongues.
The deary lad parted with his lady. Oh, how so sad to be freeC
Their tenors brimmed with joy for verses so forlorn C all while the tapping of their boots, the clapping from their palms, and the drumming of their fists upon the wooden logs accompanied the sorrowful ballad.
Remember me, my love, my end C and we shall meet again Stelie mumbled the last verse of Twice Dearest C the song of old she so cherished and resented.
Outwardly pleased with their carol, and before they began the next one, Abe fixed his gaze upon Stelie again. Come and join us, Stel. Why waste such lovely chords all by your lonesome? he praised Stelie somewhat more softly than before.
If you insist C but only if you all turn for the night after the next song ends, as if she was a stern mother, Stelie proposed her demand to her children C though to the boos and hisses from the rowdy crowd.
Boo! Lady Stelie is being mean to us again! Oh, how so sad! Even in their drunken rage, they still somehow managed to rhyme it to songs.
Lighten up, Stel. Ya not usually like this, Abe spoke even more softly.
Sorry, Abe. The Chiefs order. Stelie shrugged C she was not a fan of dampening the festive spirit either, but orders were given to her.
Alright As if he were an overgrown toddler, Abe kicked the dirt off the ground and pouted C though his temper tantrum did not last for long. Ya heard her, lads! Better make our last song one that would rock all of Xearth! The king of the woods, at least for the night, orated to his loyal subjects.
Might as well, I suppose, Stelie couldnt help but grin from ear to ear when gandering at the band of idiots with their arms waving in the air and their hearts lay bare C and amongst them all, Stelies chaunt was the shrillest, and hands the highest.
Stel... More, please The once mighty giant was now lying defenceless upon his wooden bed C after all, a human like him has their limit.
I told you to simmer down on the booze, Stelie sighed before kneeling down and handing him a leather waterskin, which she already had to refill dozens of times over for the other collapsed partyers.
Abe drank it down fiercer than he had the ale, though it did not take long for him to spew it all out once more.
You dont look too swell, Abe. If itd help, I could make way over to your brothers camp and ask him for some medicinC asked Stelie.
No, dont bother Even when on the verge of fainting, his pride still held strong and firm as his bulging muscles.
Alright. Stelie nodded gently before resting a cloth that had been soaked in warm water over Abes forehead. Want me to whip you up a glass of warm tea instead?
Yes, please Abe groaned, his pride did waver in that instant.
Stelie giggled faintly at the sorry sight of her close comrade before blanketing over him with a wagon tarp C for that was the only piece of cloth big enough to wholly cover the bearlike man that was Abraham Wyck. Stelie stripped off her auburn leather armour, babysitting these tots had left her drenching in sweat despite the coldness of the night. Alright, where did I put it She stood up and walked to her hammock hung between two strangely yet sturdy birch trees. Her rucksack lay resting upon the hammock instead of her tired body. Where is it? Stelie always had to prepare several packets of tealeaves specifically for these predicaments C yet itd seem the leaves had perhaps grown legs and fled from the confines of her bag, or at least Stelie would like to convince herself of that. For the love of Ark With no leaves in hand, even Stelie could not conjure a miracle to brew warm cups of teas for her friends C but the sight of her comrades groaning and crawling on beds of fallen leaves left her wincing and moving her feet to a destination unknown. Give me a sec, guys. Ill be right back. Stelie announced to the crew, just softly enough not to disrupt their repose.
Stelie, armed with a torch and a dagger, ventured deeper into the hearth of the sleeping woods. Now that her armour was unequipped and only a black blouse remained C the gales embrace was far harsher to the touch. Her lean body shivered with each fleeting gust C but the thoughts of returning with a bundle of tea herbs cleared her head, moved her feet, and warmed her heart. Wait for me, everyone
Just what I needed! Abe laughed aloud, the loudest he had been in the entire night. What would we do without you, Stel? he tapped Stelie on her back and chugged down his fifth cup of tea as if it were wine.
It took her a moment to recoup from the bearpaw battered upon her back. No need to choke yourself with it. Theres more than enough to go around, Stelie calmed the gentle giant as she then reached into the boiling pot over the blaze and scooped out another hot goblet of tea. Stelie couldnt believe how lucky she was to be able to forage so many wild herbs in the dead of night C their sweet aroma and golden tint would no doubt have people from all corners of Xearth spending their arks on.This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.
Everyone C say thank you, Stelie! the rejuvenated king commanded his vassals once more.
You really dont need tC
Thank you, Stelie! One by one, from young to old, all with warm cups in hands C the crew offered their gratitude to Stelie.
Stelies cheeks puffed up red and melted C and she was certain it was not the teas doing. The embarrassment nearly made her drop the boiling goblet and scald herself. Yet her blushing hardly mattered, for Stelie could not resist the scenery of pleased faces smiling from ear to ear, twirling around the bonfire with warmed hands and jolly eyes. Anyone wants seconds? Stelie hollered to the bunch.
Pay no further heed to us fools. Wed be alright without ya hands for the rest of the night. Abe worded calmly. He then tossed a roll of bandage over to Stelie.
What is this for? Stelie knew not its worth to her C until she glanced down at her hands which caught it.
Ya need to take care of yourself first before longing for others sake, Abe advised her, his tone wistful despite his wide grin.
Stelie didnt even notice that she had received those cuts on her fingers from foraging around the forest C perhaps bearing the accursed lineage of hers had few merits after all. Thanks. Though no blood seeped from the tears, nor did it sting C Stelie yet gently wrapped the bandage around her thin fingers and knuckles. With her wounds tended and the folks satisfied C Stelie poured herself a goblet of liquid gold and sat on the wooden bench, admiring the sight of embers dancing together to the melodic tunes of the crackling blaze.
How are ya feeling, dolly? Abe randomly asked while sipping the golden tea. Though he was far younger than Stelie in age, he still insisted on addressing her so brusquely, merely because of her youthful shell C though Stelie wasnt exactly against it.
Peachy Stelie mumbled, sipping upon her own cup of tea C her orange eyes staring aimlessly into the flame of the same hue. You?
Same old jobs C same old me. Nothing Id love more for this streak of fortune to persist, Abraham worded tunefully. But who knows? Things dont always go how they were planned Even a brash giant such as himself could mutter so tenderly at times.
With muscles of yours on our side C I dont see how we could lose to anyone, Stelie smiled and cheered the sombre golem.
Youre giving me far too much credit, Abe chuckled and rubbed his bald head. Big guys like me would be lost without folks leading behind veils. His brown orbs gazed upon the band of merry folks C yet they seemed lost, unable to find the one they sought.
Is he talking about his Stelie thought before giggling faintly beneath her breath C thinking about how coy he was for a man of his might.
Something funny? Abe asked drolly with raised brows.
Stelie shook her head C even she did not know why she found it funny.
Abe squinted his eyes at Stelies answer, but he released them briefly after C he has never been one to hold a grudge for long. Its still hard to believe that were actually going through with this. He murmured. His tea had all but vanished, yet he still sipped onto the empty wooden cup.
Same Stelie, too, murmured, though her cup was still half full.
How you manage to go for a second round C is still beyond me. Ya heck of a gal, Stel. Abe chortled.
Speak for yourself, Stelie tittered.
Abe laughed from the pit of his stomach as brazenly and grandly as ever. Us old bones gonna do what we can this time around too C lets just hope it doesnt go tits up like before, his laughter dwindled ever so faintly.
Well, you know what they say C it gets easier the second time around, Stelie tried to cheer the bear with stupid teachings that she had just made up.
Sounds like something Callen would teach, Abe grumbled as if the ale he drank was about to spew out again.
You two really are unbelievable, you know? Man up and speak to each other. At this rate, your petty family squabble may even affect the mission, Stelie lectured him like a teacher to her rascal of a pupil.
I have nothing to say to that little runt. Abe sulked and shook his head to the side, away from Stelie.
Handfuls C this pair of brothers are, Stelie sighed. Youre sworn brothers, Abe. Pledged and wined under the same banner of brotherhood, she gently tapped his broad shoulder. But he has found his own calling and new people whom he cherishes. You cant just go and ruin that for him C nor could you hold it against him.
Its not that. Abe sighed aloud.
Excuse me? Stelie was slightly taken aback while her cheeks faintly pinkened again.
I care not if he wants to spend his days writing tomes and cutting up corpses. I care not if he is no longer striving to reach my might. I care not if he has a real family whom he loves. I care not for any of them. What kind of brother do you think I am? Abe lamented.
Sorry, I didnt mean toC Stelie tripped on her own words.
Im not mad at him for any of those petty stuff. Im mad that he could not commit to one thing.
A man with his kind of baggage has no reason to be on the field with us, yet the stubborn fool refuses to stay back home and insists on coming along. Abe scowled. Folks like us C we dont have nobody waiting for us at home. But he does and he is willing to risk it all just like that. The giant roared, and the forest silenced C the only sound to be found was the crackles of the unyielding flame.
Stelie had no kind words nor witty rebuttals. She had lived for so long C yet there was so little that she still remembered, so little that she had felt. She gazed down at her cup of tea C her face reflected upon the golden mirror, and it looked colourless. Snap out of it! Stelie slapped her own face so strongly that it shook the spectators off their seats. With her swollen red cheeks, not out of embarrassment C Stelie doggedly faced Abe. All of your muscles and stature are really blinding you from things right under your nose.
What was that? Abe asked, his twisted face seemed to be genuinely confused.
He has just as much a good reason and conviction to be here as any of us. His ambitions and dearests would be safe back in the Freekeep C but only he could do what is needed of him here, by our side. Stelie refilled a new goblet of golden tea and handed it to Abe.
The words seemed to take a while for them to reach his ears, but even the giants cold heart would soon thaw when graced with a warm drink and a tender flame. If the prettiest flower of our swamp were to vouch for my bro like that C then who am I to be a sourpuss about it? Abe burst into jovial laughter C it suited him far more than brooding.
You didnt need to put it that way Stelie pouted.
Dont worry. Ill speak to Callen when next we meet. Abe promised to Stelie, not as though he needed to. And by the looks of things, it wouldnt be long until his crew convenes with ours. Lets just hope that these steel beasts do their job properly when the time comes, Abe shouted to the beasts in spite of their slumber.
Well make it, Stelie reassured him, her voice was soft yet resolute.
Abe gaped at Stelie, such kind, murky eyes would normally be impossible to find on such a scary giant. With a sunshine such as yourself on our side C we oughta to, Abe chuckled, mimicking Stelies own words.
Stelie felt warmed at Abes words, and not only his but also from everyone else C yet her shell of steel could never know the same warmth that humans so treasure. The praises showered unto her ears soon vanished with the wind. The bandage around her palms served nought but to bondage her hands. The tea of gold tasted bland and cold when it touched her tongue. The beacon''s sparks eluded her frozen fleece C denying its grace to unwanted abominations.
Hey, Stel! Is there still light in there?
The roughed voice of Abe awoke her from her daze. Yes? Sorry, I blanked out there, Stelie bowed her head faintly.
Thats why I told ya to go get some rest, Abe sighed, it was his turn to be the disapproving teacher scolding his heedless student. We are all depending on ya, so dont go and kick the bucket before your time to shine. Am I right, everyone? With a wave of his arm, the king of the woods rallied his vassals once more.
Yes, sir! By the north of the bonfire C a bunch of still drunken dancers barked while still bobbling their merry heads and flappy feet.
Go hit the sack, Stel! Leave the cleaning to us. By the east of the bonfire C a group of armoured men said as they stripped off their auburn armour and arms and began to collect the empty cups and bowls littered throughout the camp.
Please grant us the honour of fulfilling your duty on your behalf, milady. By the south of the bonfire C a party of stout gentlemen offered their service while tipping their black fedora and caressing their neckbeards.
Early morn tomorrow C so better wrap it up, everyone! By the west of the bonfire C the few members of the band who had any semblance of responsibility and orderliness urged the loafers to return to their hammocks and beds.
The scenery was not anything grand C nor was it anything that any people would pay arks to see. Yet, as if a tiny thorn was pricked upon her chest C Stelie felt wild and hot thumping from within, and it only got wilder and warmer the longer she watched the unfolding sight.
Did ya not hear a single word that I said, dolly? Beat it to ya pillow C well handle the scuffle here, Abe grinned.
I heard you loud and clear. Itd be stranger if I didnt hear your ear-piercing shout, Stelie smirked.
Atta girl, Abe reached his fist out to Stelie. It wont be long before we retake whats ours The return of the First is nigh! he roared for all to hear C for all to bear witness to his mettle and valour.
Stelie threw her arm back as far as she could before mightily bumping her fist into Abes. The First returns! Though her flimsy declaration paled when compared to Abes C it still outwardly brought slight vigour to the dazed crew and rose them from the dead.
The First returns! All strugglers of the band chanted, and all, without exception, unveiled their prideful banner sewn upon a cloth and waved it to the air as if it were a united flag.
Although a tad bit cheesy for her, afront for all to bear witness and be reminded of their promised duty, Stelie too unveiled her emblem and swathed the ginger cloth around her arm, embroidered with a black four-pointed star C its brand hoisted the colour of her foul eyes and fiery conviction.
Chapter 14 – Fino: “Even Further Beyond”
In honour of Akira Toriyama,
Wake up and get ya arse out of ere! Were here! Somehow, the old mans bellow was even louder and brasher than his vehement tap upon the wagons door.
Ive been up, Fino murmured as he hit the wagon back from the inside C not as if it was easy to fall asleep in that cramped carriage anyway. Yeah, yeah, comingC
As Fino tried to open the door, it got slammed back in C the sudden impact knocked him back down to his tiny seat, rekindling aches and wounds that had almost vanished.
Wait. Not yet. Desmi whispered from the outside.
Then why did you call for me then? Fino cursed while holding onto his bleeding nose.
Fino had, at last, arrived at Dreamcity after many moons on the road, and now that he was there and was able to even smell the smoke of exotic herbs and taste the wet wine-scented air C Desmi, the bastard, had the gall to delay his bliss even further than he already had.
Fino couldnt discern much outside of the bustling bootsteps, songs, and hollers that were all too common for Dreamcity C but there were few traces of footsteps that sounded too graceful and poised for the people of the City of Colours.
A moment passed, and the ceaseless tapping on the wagons door returned.
Alright, come out now, said Desmi.
Are you sure? Fino grouched C for some reason, he no longer felt like leaving anymore.
Yes, Im sure. Now come on C Im famished. The tapping turned to violent strikes C the oaf cared not that he was hitting upon his own ride.
Why should I care? Fino grumbled, though his stomach was growling as well C it had been a long while since he had proper grubs to fill his belly.
Fino stepped out of the wagon and huffed in a lungful of the soiled air that he so cherished. He untied his scruffy dark hair and allowed it to flow with the breeze. His rusty joints felt as if they havent moved in days. If not for the many roofs and parasols littered throughout the city street, surely the mighty sun shining above would have blinded his golden eyes.
The streets of Dreamcity were nothing like Sentry C its colours were far more vivid than that archaic stone. Its paths were narrower, yet chocked full of ecliants, steelborns, and humans alike from all parts of Xearth C all were blissfully ignorant in broad daylight, smoking pipes and downing booze until the night claimed their souls. Flags bearing the portrayal of a drunkard being stuck within a wine barrel were aptly chosen to be the citys emblem. Merchant wagons, noble carriages, and modest rickshaws parked by every pavement of the thoroughfare C Fino wouldn''t be surprised if there were more carts than there were people. Fino could not turn his head to a spot where there were no endless rows of stalls vending items ranging from exotic wares, farcical weaponries, glamorous booze, relics of faith, and pleasuring goods. Men, women, and children littered every nook and cranny of the crowded thoroughfare C some pitching novel inventions that could lift them away from poverty, while others pawning away their possessions and bodies. Few watchdroids could be seen stationed at several posts, though they seemed oddly nervous while twisting their heads back and forth as if they were pigeons. Several folks could be seen awkwardly lurking from brothels to inns, their garments far too fancy and modest for the City of Colours C if not for the animal-shaped masks that they adorned, no doubt these secretive noble Lords and Ladies would have made massive headlines in the Daily Centum papers. Fino was never one to bother for such frivolous disguise C for there wasnt a single soul in court who did not know of his fondness for Dreamcity.
What was all that about? Upon being content with reuniting with his second home, Fino turned back to the wretched old coachman.
Sentinels roaming the street instead of watchers. Dunno what gives, but Im sure ya dont want to mingle too close to those bunch. Desmi told, as he then removed his straw hat and fanned his scarry face.
Why wouldnt I? Arent I a Lord too? the unlordly Lord jested.
Desmi merely lifted his eyebrows C his dull red orbs told Fino all he needed. Right this way then, My Lord. His tone filled with mockery as he held the door open for Fino to enter the finest red-light establishment in all of Dreamcity C the Love Machines. The sign afront the store was that of two ladies wearing fox-like masks, and together, they held a globe atop their palms C any downtrodden and randy punks in Xearth would be familiar with this emblem.
Fino wasted no time to step foot into the establishment C though the Love Machines chain is popular throughout all of Xearth for its brothels and inns, Fino has a precise fondness for this keep.
The moment his body graced the inside of the brothel, his ears were flooded with the silky chords from songstresses and musicians while his eyes flashed by pleasing lavender lights lit through purple-glassed lanterns. It spunk of spilt mead, sour sweat, and sugary fume. Hordes of folks swarmed the many bars to drown their bellies with wine and lungs with smoke C while others spent their time and arks at secluded booths, wrestling their body with the cakey hussies to empty their lust and stress. It was all just as Fino remembered C all but one thing.
A snap of the finger struck distinctly out from the rowdy stir C and for a moment, all instruments ceased to play, and all patrons and workers parted themselves away to form an empty path. A jaunty figure sauntered down the aisle made specifically for him, leading directly to Fino.
A tall man he was C his slim and browned body hidden beneath a lavender suit, woven by the finest fabric and woven by the most skilled tailors in Dreamcity. Both his hands were warmed by black gloves so as to not stain the gilded cane that he always brings around. To the dismay of few within the brothel, his fair face that so many wenches of Dreamcity so fawned over was hidden behind a red mask with the shape of a fox.
The man at last stood before Fino, and the brothel resumed its deeds once their Lords needs had been tended to.
The Master of the Love Machines gently took off his mask, revealing his one eye of gold and the other of purple. Lord Five? What an honour to have you here at our humble establishment. Its rare for us to be graced by a noble presence such as yours. How may I be of service today? he graciously offered his service and pressed his cane of gold to his chest C the shafts collar and handle were hugged by a carved statuette of a stripped lady, a very apt choice for a man of his occupation.
Relax. Ignore the fool C hes with me, Fino sighed as he then pointed at Desmi.
What he said, pretty boy, Desmi scoffed C the oaf seemed to find enjoyment in this whole affair.
Upon hearing Finos words, the once-composed gentleman sighed aloud and combed back his dark hair. You really oughta stop showing up unannounced with mean-looking strangers like this, Fino. He groaned as he then reached his hand out to shake Finos.
Hes a bit rough on the looks, but hes harmless, Fino smirked as he shook his hand back.
Dunno how much of your words I could trust, but Ill bite for now, he said before turning towards Desmi. The name is ZZ. A pleasure to meet you. He, too, reached out his hand to the old oaf.
Desmi. The carter actually shook his hand back C to the surprise of Fino. ZZ? A rather peculiar choice, all things considered. That ya real name?
Its about as real as ya'' ecliants serial-names. Mine just happens to roll off the tongue better.
I dont get a serial-name or any of that C too rich for my blood. Desmi chuckled. I suspect thats one thing we oughta share. With ya being a halfling and all. For all of his fault, the old grunt was nothing if not scrupulous.
ZZ merely smirked back in turn before returning a glower to Fino. Harmless, aye?
Mouthy, but harmless. Hes a bit crankier than usual C ya have his stomach to thank for that.
As if Fino was the Prophet instead of Nine C with the words leaving his lips, the growling of a hungry beast could be heard drowning away the merriment of the club.
ZZ eyed down at Desmis grumbling belly. If thats the case, ZZ coughed and snapped his fingers once more. A pair of servers appeared out of nowhere C Fino could hardly notice them from apart the crowd. A friend of my friend is a friend of mine. Please follow them, and theyll serve you with as much as your heart desires. ZZ pointed Desmi to his attendants.
No thanks. Imma grab some grubs after. Desmi rejected the offer C to the confusion of both Fino and his own stomach.
Just go. Itll do us both some good not to stare at each others mug for some time. Fino implored the stubborn fool.
Ya sure? asked Desmi C his usual callous look softened, though his giant scar didnt help much for his attempt.
Yes, go and enjoy yourself, old man. Who knows if it could be the last time you have the chance for it? Fino waved his hands as if he was shooing away a pesky mutt.
Well, if ya put it that way, Desmi sighed as he marched his old bones towards ZZs attendants. Dont go anywhere or do anything stupid. Ya got that?
Yeah, yeah. Just go already, Fino had to plead to Desmi as if he were the Lord instead.
At last, the irksome old man has left away from sight C no longer spoiling the revelry with his sour presence.
Quite a character you have accompanying your journey there, ZZ whistled swiftly.
If I could, I wouldve had another. Too bad the lofty lords of the Order dont really trust me to make my own decisions.
No use regretting and moping over it now. Thats hardly something one should do in the City of Colours. ZZ clapped his hands, though Fino could never seem to tell if his snake-like tongue was speaking the truth. What would you be having then? the master of the establishment offered his servitude.
What else? Throw me the usual. Fino tossed his arms in the air C he could almost feel tipsy from the atmosphere alone already.
Are you sure? Today isnt the greatest day to visit the grave, dont ya think?
As if the music and laughter had vanished wholly from his ears and the vivid light blackened before his eyes C Fino merely glared back at the man who could never seem to control his tongue.
A joke, a joke. ZZ laughed wryly, then snapped his fingers again C summoning two skimpy-cladded ladies behind him. Ladies, bring our esteemed guest to his usual accommodations.
Right this way, My Lord. The one in red underclothing tugged onto his right arm.
Its been a while since youve come to visit us, Lord Fino. I was starting to think that you were bored of us. The other in blue held onto his other arm.
Fino tried to shrug them off of him C his sour mood was battling against his desires.
Have fun, Fino. Drown your worries away and welcome in bliss, the sleazy fox parted his final advice before fading away in the misty crowd of drunken and mindless husks.
Way ahead of you, Fino uttered silently C not knowing whether he was sober or drunk or whether his words were truths or lies.
It had been a long while since his heart had beaten this loudly and his head jumbled this madly. The steamy chamber was secluded away from the regular front of the brothel C it was not lit to the colour of lavender like its other half, but instead, the colour of crimson. The dwellers acted more like beasts than men C their unending fountains of arks could not quench their thirst for blood. Only a few could be granted passage to the backroom of a Love Machines establishment, where prohibited acts could be conducted away from the prying watch of the watchers C though Fino doubted those sunken lots would care much even if they did find out about the brothels secret.
Finos head felt as if it was splitting apart, yet it felt so pleasing all the while. Sweat trickled down his brow and brown fleece from the intense air of the chamber. His laps had all been sapped of their strength C after having two wenches, each sitting atop each of his legs. The hussies served him dark wine and colourful fruits to his tongue C no matter how much hes had, he could never seem to be satiated. Amidst his drunken bliss, Fino reverted his attention to the nights attraction.
It was as if a gladiator ring was built within the small chamber. Rows of pompous men and women, peasants and Lords alike, encircled the ring and threw their arks to the centre as if they were no more than grains. Yet there were no brutish seasoned battlers pitted against each other like bulls C but mere wide-eyed children who had been abandoned by the world. Both seemed no taller than a barstool. Aside from a loincloth, they had no other garments to hide away their bruised body, whereabout even the outline of their ribcage could be seen clearly apart from their skin. Their unkempt hair stretched down to their shoulders and veiled away their eyes C if not for the colour of their mane; Fino would hardly be able to tell the two apart.
Ten silvers on Gold! A masked noble shouted as he waved around his pouches of arks.
Seven bronzes on Ginger! A prissy courtesan yelled as she fanned herself with her furry scarf.
Five bronzes on a draw! A dishevelled grey coot howled as he shook about his empty bottle.
One by one, each pitched in their bets and gambled away their arks on which kid would come out victorious.
One gold on Gold! Fino slurred his words as he then tossed a single gold ark to the dealer.
With all bets finalised and all seats occupied C a shrieking bash on a bell by the dealer and the incessant cheers from the bibulous audience signalled for the bout to begin.
The ginger boy clumsily approached his opponent and tossed a punch at the golden boy C a punch that any could have predicted and dodged, yet his opponent failed to do so. As the golden boys face was pummelled and sent his frail body to the ground C the spectators vigour fiercened, particularly from the ones who were praying for his downfall. It was only a mere feathery knock, yet the brat still hasnt risen back up yet. Barely any blood was trickling out of his nose, yet tears were already beginning to pour out even further.
Get up and throw a damn punch already, ya brat! Fino grunted as his face heated up, it was hard for him to see much of the fight from where he sat C with how many arms were waving about afront his face.
As if the boy with a golden head had heard Finos plea C he gradually lifted himself up and wiped the blood off his face. With no grace nor form, he lunged his entire body towards his foe while slinging his arms in circles like they were windmills. Another desperate attempt that normally should never work C yet somehow, his wild haymakers made contact with the boy with a ginger head. The barrage of furious fists had his opponent on the defence, frantically holding his arms up to guard against the blows.
Attaboy! Rip his fuckin head off! Fino clapped his hands wildly C he could feel his heart burning, unsure whether out of excitement or the copious amount of booze that he had drank.
The golden boys domineering position did not last long, as his energy soon depleted and his mighty swings dwindled to mere pillowy slaps. With his opponent drained of his might, the ginger boy swiped at the golden boys heels and knocked him to the dirt once more. The blonde kid was pinned flat on his back, with the carroty kid sitting atop his shrunken stomach. Left to right, the ginger delivered feeble yet unending blows onto the blondes face C the sounds of bones creaking could be heard with each strike, though Fino could not tell whether it was from the golden boys head or the ginger boys hands.
No, no, no! Push em off! Finos cries were drowned away by the cheer of other folks who betted on the ginger.
The endless applauses and cheers from the bloodthirsty crowd were even fiercer than the bout itself. Each time the ginger boys knuckles sunk deep into the golden boys cheeks C the drunken sops became tipsier. Each time the golden boys teeth were knocked out of his blistered mouth C the lustful sadists moaned aloud. Each time the ginger boys tears trickled down onto the cheeks of his battered foes C the rich Lords laughed haughtily, knowing that theyd earned back their arks and more.
It was a short yet long bout C and the ginger boy emerged victorious atop the battered golden boy whose face had been reduced akin to a red pulpy squash. Despite being the victor and being showered in the audiences adoration, his eyes were sullen, the skin on his hands was shredded apart, and his fleece drowned in waters of his own makings. Throughout the entire bout, not a single voice was uttered from his tiny lips, and neither did his foe.
Damn it all! Fino clawed at his throat as he frustratedly pushed the hussies off of his laps C it was his fifth loss of the day. In a mindless fit of rage, he reached to find a bottle of wine, but they were all empty, and the wenches who were supposed to serve him had both fled away. His dome felt as if it was steaming up like a cauldron C the stuffy chamber filled with snobbish cretins was certainly not helping. Fino sluggishly lifted his body up; he could hardly stand on both feet, and his vision felt as if it was muddling. The sight before him was melting into puddles. With his mind giving up on him, Fino then gauchely stormed towards the entrance of the secret chamber, bumping against walls and merry drunks as he trailed the blurry path.
Somehow, Fino found his way out of the backroom of the Love Machines and was greeted again not only by the purple lights and clammy odour of the brothel but also by the tawdry owner himself, who was tending the bar all by his lonesome.
Still unlucky as ever? ZZ asked calmly while cleaning a goblet with a cloth in place of the usual bartender, Old Hick C the movement of his hands was awkward, as if it was a toddlers first time scrubbing dishes.
Shut ya fucking mouth, Fino slurred his words, almost biting onto his tongue. The dastard owner of this joint stood still before him, yet in Finos head, it felt as if ZZs whole body was being warped around like rope and then expanded wholly like a balloon. What am I seeing? Fino struck his own frenzied face as he gauchely wobbled towards the twisted monstrosity in human clothing before him.
Yet before Fino could even touch the bar counter, his standby guards in purple stepped in between the two C despite their flamboyant garment of choice, they still had a sword sheathed by their waist.
Easy, gents. ZZ rested the cleaned goblet on the counter and waved his gilded cane at the impulsive bouncers to return to their posts. What has gotten your mood so sour? he tossed Fino a bottle on the house.
The floating bottle seemed like a descending comet to Fino C he barely managed to catch it with even with both palms. Like a wild animal, he bit the cork off of the bottle and began to drink C yet it tasted nothing like the sharp and fruity beverage that he so cherished, it was too pure in taste and colour. That golden boy ya got there was pitiful. I had better hope in him given what ya told me. Drunken and dishevelled, Fino leaned against the counter and chugged down the bottle, even though it was just simple water. Little runt couldnt even go one round in the ring. He burped aloud as water trailed down and stained his shirt, not a single shred of nobility could be spot on him.This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it
Well, I never plainly said that he was a particularly mighty fighter or any of the like. ZZ chuckled with a smug and satisfied look. In fact, hes a rather bright lad, the brightest one Ive seen in a long while. Can ya believe that he recently invented aC
Bullshit. Dont think ya could lie however ya want just because Im like this, Fino slammed the empty bottle onto the wooden counter. A boy that I may want C my ass. As if he were a child, Fino mimicked what ZZ said to him C and as an even bigger child, the water gargling inside his mouth splashed out everywhere with each word uttered.
The bartender effortlessly dodged every single droplet that flew his way, keeping his silky lilac suit kempt and spotless. Yes, I did recommend for you to have a look at him. But pitching arks on the boy as if he was a racing horse was certainly not something I expected you to do. ZZs eyes of gold and purple stared down at Fino as if he were filth. Perhaps something warmer, I anticipated. After all, the poor kid has been waiting for so long C heck, he probably does not even know whom he is waiting for any longer. The chatty fox sighed theatrically. But that hardly matters to you, right? Whats one more steelborn to the pile?
Finos vision returned slightly as ZZs words dawned on him. His face reddened up, unsure whether it was due to the copious booze or shame. He had no rebuttal to give to ZZ aside from incoherent garbles.
ZZs once smug look softened to a kinder one. Go get some fresh air and clear your head, Fino. He tossed Fino a wooden pipe C it had a deep bend, and its bowl was chocked full of exotic herbs readied to be smoked.
Yeah, sure Fino whispered, though he doubted that ZZ could have heard him amidst the rowdy brothel. With the smoke pipe in his grasp, Fino gradually made his way outside of the establishment C his head ashamedly drooped down low to not meet the gaze of any passer-by, and with each passing step, his mind and soul sobered up faintly.
Fino reached the outside of the brothel. Though night had dawned upon Dreamcity, its thoroughfare was still chocked full of life and vigour C only a tourist or fool would ever think of sleeping in the City of Colours. While leaning against the brothels wall, Fino reached his face near a street torch to light up the smoke pipe. The earthy smoke puffing inside his mouth warmed his body ever so slightly on this cold night. A pipe was a rare commodity even in Dreamcity C and Fino could feel the glares from every poor and envious miserable wretch in these streets. Drunken oafs drove their noses towards the smoky trails. Austere watchers struggled to hold their post at the smell of the fragrant scent. Even children eyed him with eyes of longing C though steelborn runts abandoned by their parents could hardly count as children any longer. Fino could swear that more steelborn bastards were infesting the city than rats.
Mind passing me a puff? In the shroud of night, while his back was against the wall, a jolly voice carried by the breeze and landed next to Fino.
As if his mind had sobered in that instant, Fino quickly turned to his left and reached behind his hind to unsheathe Maria. The sky was dark, and the street torch was not enough to light the night. With his blade rose to the air, Fino could still yet see the face of this shifty stranger. But as the moon reached its zenith and its light gleamed down onto Finos dagger and spread its miracles to the dusky corner C the once shrouded figure emerged from the darkness. No way Fino stuttered. It was a man he had least expected to find here in Dreamcity.
His snowy yet scarry fleece glimmered alongside the moonlight. His ivory mane and golden orbs commanded respect from all Xearthers. His modest and plain attire did not befit his magnanimous position as the speaker for Ark, allowing him to lurk undisturbed amidst the common folks.
What are you doing hereC
Before Fino could utter any further, Nine quickly covered his mouth with his hand. Keep it down. As Nine murmured feebly, a group of Sentinels could be seen at the end of the corner.
The tense Sentinels seemed to be chasing after someone C and that someone Fino had found for them.
The two waited until the Sentinels eventually retreated out of sight.
Nine finally removed his hand away from Finos face. Youre lucky that I didnt bring Centria with me C else I wouldve beaten the brakes off of you for pointing that blade at me. The bastard still tried to act all high and mighty after blatantly creeping up on Fino in the wake of night. If his glorified staff was here, Fino would have made sure to snap it in half like a twig.
The hell are brakes? Fino cursed as he wiped the scent of dirt away from his lips. Please tell me that Im still drunk. Still in disbelief, Fino shut his eyes and begged to Ark.
I didnt know booze still works on you after all these years, Nine smirked C very tactful for the Prophet himself.
What do you mean by thatC
Thank you so much, gramps! A kid interrupted their conversation. Fino didnt even notice that he had been next to Nine all this time. The boy was no bigger than the ginger and golden boy that were pitted against each other, and in his hand was a pouch of coin that was far too plump for Fino to believe that the runt earned it himself.
Dont mention it, kiddo. Just make sure to get home safely and not speak with any other strangers, got it? Nine gently patted the boys head.
Fino and Nine stared acutely as the kid nodded merrily and ran away from the thoroughfare before the greedy vultures could catch a whiff of the gold in his pocket.
Youre real alright, Fino sighed C he could only count on one hand for all the people he knew that would waste their time doing charity for random kids off the street. How did you even find me here? Relinquished to his fate of never having a peaceful night, Fino muttered while puffing another smoke from the pipe.
A coincidence, or perhaps Ark guided me here C for he wishes for his children to meet up once in a while. Nines words were flowery as ever.
Unfortunately for the frivolous prophet, Fino has never been one to fawn over lavish words of faith. So what actually brought you to my neck of the woods then? Fino probed once more as if he were the Lord of Dreamcity.
Unlike you, Im actually here on official work. It wasnt terribly convincing when he did not even have the temerity to look Fino in the eyes as he spouted that.
Is that so? How official could it be if youre even snooping behind the back of your own entourage? I didnt think youd even be allowed to step foot outside of the Arkeep without the Secret Servants accompanying you. Fino blew out foamy smoke as if he were a dragon conjuring fiery breaths. The Secret Servants, five elite watchdroids tasked with protecting the Prophet, were always supposed to be by Nines side C yet not even one of them could be spotted in sight.
Even I need some rewind at times, you know? Having folks snooping behind my back all the time gets more tiring than you think, Nine sighed. Besides, I doubt that my secretary would be much fond of this city.
Ya reckon? And I dont think the city of woes, wines, and wenches is the best place for the Prophet of all people to prance about either. Fino couldnt help but chuckle at that, his laughter mixed along with a fit of cough.
Im not here to indulge in my desire. There are other ways to rewind, you know? Purer ways at that, Nine stared at Finos unkempt self C such eyes filled with judgement were no strangers to Fino.
That right? Finos mouth moved, but his mind could not care less. He then passed Nine the pipe C Fino wondered how the masses would feel if they could see their Prophet smoking a pipe afront a raunchy brothel in the dead of night.
For all of his bravado, Nine spat the pipe out the moment it grazed his lips C his fair face contorted and puckered as if he had just bitten into a citrus. What have you been drinking? Nine hurled it back to Fino, gagging slightly in the process.
I dunno. Anything that I get a hold of, Fino burped as he smoked the pipe again C he could then taste not only the fragrant fume but also the dinner and drinks he had had.
I still dont know why you would rather settle on such slobs when you could be dining and drinking on the finest that Sentry could offer. Nine squinted his golden orbs at the sight of Fino indulging in the reeked pipe.
Meat spoils and meads sours when they are feasted on the same table as them, Fino mumbled, as his cheeks were filled with smoke.
Nine sighed exasperatedly, yet he did refute it. It wasnt always that way
It wasnt always that way indeed Fino blew out the last puff of smoke.
You should come back home soon.
No thanks. Fino gurgled and spat onto the dirt. Im not terribly interested in playing your game of thrones. With his collar as a napkin, he wiped his mouth off of any residue.
No ones forcing you to play anything.
So Im not even good enough to be a player? Well, if all you need is an extra pawn on your side to even out the playing field, then Im more than happy to resign my title of Ace. And you could then grant it to any other obedient sop you wish. Fino cackled C he knew that among all of the Aces right now, only three Nine could trust, and they were all his blood. Or are you so afraid that one of these days, one of em may strip you off of your throne?
If any of them wishes to take on my duty, Id be more than happy to give it to them. Nine simpered dimly. But thats aside the point. Im not speaking as the Prophet or an Ace C but as your brother. Five, we all wish for you to come home and celebrate the seventieth Arklympics with us. Nine smiled cheerfully when he said that, akin to the boy that he gave arks to earlier. Eight will finally get to be the Honorary Champion again after all of these years. You could not miss itC
Sounds like only endless torment awaits me if I return, Fino sneered C he couldnt think of a worse way to spend his time, surrounded by both events and folks that he hated.
Nines joy only lasted for a fleeting moment, as the arch upon his lips drooped down when hearing Finos admittance. As opposed to here? the nosey Prophet asked.
Fino had no retort C he allowed the nights breeze to muffle his mouth and answer on his behalf.
You have asked me, but I havent asked you yet. What are you doing here?
What else? Wining and whoring C my favourites. You speak as if its a rare treat for me to be here. Fino chuckled and coughed at the same time as if it stung his throat to just slur those words.
Oh, I dont doubt your love for this city, but even during these tumultuous times? For a man that shies away at the slightest hint of trouble, I find it hard to believe that you would brave to the centre of the realm only to drown yourself in pleasure.
Once more, Fino had no retort C the crackling sound of street torches popping eerily like crushing parchments, yet they were not loud enough to drown away all other noises from Finos ears.
It is that time of the year again, right?
What? Fino flipped his head back suddenly, nearly spraining his neck C that sentence has caged his attention. How did he Finos muddled mind was struggling to think straight C he didnt think that anyone besides him would have remembered.
As if he were a magician, Nine reached behind his coat and unveiled a singular white lily. Sorry, thats all I could find. He delicately handed the flower to Fino.
Was he also here to Fino thought as he looked down at the flower C its petals were intact, and its stem was fresh. Why now? After all this time Fino gnashed his teeth. His mind wished for nothing more than to crush the bud in his palm, yet his body would not allow him. I dont need your damn sympC
There you are. What did I say about notC A breathless Desmi stormed out of the brothel and intervened in the brothers reunion C yet for a brutish man such as himself, even he knew to cease his tongue and close his jaws at the sight of the Prophet of Xearth. Your Heavenlier!? he stuttered his words, rarely enough for him. I was not expecting to be graced by Your Heavenliers presence here of all places. He bowed his head courteously in a manner that he had never shown Fino before.
Where did your pride go, old man? Fino scoffed wordlessly.
As if he was no more than a slight gust of wind, Nine did not pay any heed to Desmis intrusion and instead returned his sullen gaze to Fino. I should be leaving soon. Ive kept them waiting long enough. A smile he ported, yet his tone had shrunken C his usual jovial vigour was outwardly stranded.
About damn time. Fino cursed silently C he had been waiting for those words to be uttered the moment he ran into Nine, perhaps he had Desmi to thank for that.
If you wont return home, then at least stay vigilant. If there was anyone whose warnings Fino should heed, it might as well be from the Prophet himself. The Sentinels have concluded their dealings in Screwpile, and Dreamcity is their next stop.
Yeah, Im aware. First Eight, now you Fino sighed. Why should I care about any of this?" he clicked his tongue.
His Heavenlier is saying it out of the kindness of his heart, you mongrel. Show some gratitude. Desmi cursed aloud, startling even the surrounding folks who were minding their own raucous affairs C it was unlike him to get this irate over lordly matters.
Finos reddened again, this time, he was sure that it was not because of the booze. What did you just say to me, you littleC
Enough. A mere word from the Prophet quelled them both from their trifling squabble. Nine then tenderly rested his palm on Finos shoulder. Youre always welcome back. Well be waiting for you. He murmured, his face juddering sporadically as if it was trying not to crease.
Fino fiercely shrugged his hand off. Well, youll be waiting for a long time then. Fino burped at his face in spite.
Lets hope that does not come to pass. A wry smile it was C Nine held onto his wrist as if Finos strike actually wounded his hand. Until we meet again, brother.
Fino had nought to say to Nine C not tonight, at least.
Nine waited not for a riposte. He dimly bowed his head and bid his farewell before walking past the colourful thoroughfare and into the valley of shadows, where no street torches warmed the nights air, and no blissful folks loitered the stony pavements.
Farewell, and I pray that Ark blesses your days, Your Heavenlier! Desmi shouted at the top of his lungs until Nines figure had wholly faded away into the evenings depth.
Nine had vanished. Finos head was still burning wildly, perhaps a part of him was still trying to convince him that what just happened was merely a drunken dream C yet the white lily rooted tightly between his frozen grasp squandered that childish delusion of his.
With Nine gone from sight, Desmi seemingly returned to his usual grim demeanour. What did I say about leaving my watch? Youre lucky that His Heavenlier was there to look after ya heedless mug.
As if Finos ears were deafened to Desmis taunts, he merely walked away to the corner of the Love Machines C he did not have any strength left in his limbs and lungs to engage in further bickers with the carter.
Hey, Im not done with ya. Where are you going?
To do what Im here for Fino held onto the flower just tight enough so as not to know whether hed crumple it or not.
But the brothel is this wayC
Fino glanced back at the prying oaf; his golden orbs were no longer blurred by doubts and poisons, and his mind cleared of pity and false bliss.
Oh, right. It took him but a moment before Desmi gasped with widened eyes as if he were a watcher who had cracked a mystery case. Fine C but be quick about it. Ill be waiting inside. Having remembered the purpose of the long journey itself, Desmi made his way back inside the brothel C a rare showing of consideration from him to Fino.
As Fino reached the corner of the brothel, a narrow entryway revealed itself for darers to brave within the darkness and arrive at the hidden lot of the Love Machines. Before he stepped foot into the threadlike passageway, he gazed down at a puddle of water by his feet C and what he saw, he loathed. A dulled face and baggy lids C grubby and slovenly. His attire was drenched in sweat and stained with spatters of spoiled booze and dregs of smoked herbs. The only possession of worth he had was the pure white lily in his sullied palm, and it was not even his C to carry it forth or to abandon it behind, his body moved regardless of his minds pride. I forgot to bring anything for them again
An empty lot of land was behind the brothel, where no souls lay eyes upon except for the moons eye C even less so when its night, though Dreamcity has never been a city that really sleeps. One would hardly believe that there would be such a lonesome patch of dirt behind the Love Machines. Even though the bustling thoroughfare of Dreamcity was just a hair away, it felt as if they were worlds apart C no noise nor colour from the city of sins could crawl their way into the lot. The patch was dirty yet plain, even if there were people there, Fino doubted that it could fit more than nine of them.
In the middle of the empty lot, a hump of dirt stuck out like a sore thumb, grubby and unnatural C it wasnt something that one would expect to find in such a desolated space.
Fino leisurely approached it. With the moon directly shining down onto the quiet tomb, Fino knelt down and lay the white lily upon it. Thank Ark that you both share the same cradle, else itd be really awkward for me to bring only one flower. Fino laughed by himself C if anyone else was to look at him right now, there was no way they would believe that he was sobered.
With no one to disturb their chat, Fino planted his buttocks upon the dirt and faced the grave with no tombstone. He pulled out a bottle of wine, though he didnt drink it, and merely placed it down by his legs. Sorry that it took me so long to come around this year. Ya wouldnt believe this coachman I had myself tangled with. A pain in the ass, I tell you. Fino complained.
Yet the tomb did not comfort him.
The entire country is going to shit, too, apparently. I guess ya both had it lucky leaving here so soon. Fino scoffed.
Yet the tomb did not share in his jeer.
And you wouldnt believe it, but that jerk Nine even had the audacity to play saint to my face and to have me make up with the scums of the Order. After all of these years treating me like shit and after what theyve done to you C as if Id ever. Fino remained steadfast to the one creed he held.
Yet the tomb did not praise his valour.
Sorry, thats not really something that I should be talking about on this day. Fino apologised, the night would do well to dim away his blushed cheeks.
The tomb riposted not C yet, the howling wind, like carolling ghosts, seemed to titter back at him.
How are things up there? I hope that Ark has given you both proper quarters C if not, hell be hearing from me once we meet. Not as though I really remembered the guy, Fino jested.
The hoots of owls and squawks of cicadas mimicked her awkward laughter.
I wonder how old he would have been this year. Fino scratched his stubbly chin. Probably old enough to study in Harford, ya reckon? he asked the silent grave. At least one of us oughta inherit the smarts, right? His glee grew, outwardly proud of his own joke.
The rustlings of shaded leaves upon trees and bushes served as tiny applauses.
I still remember when you gave me the news. I couldnt believe it C Im pretty sure I even had Six slapped me across the face just for good measure. Fino laughed, his throat felt as if it was drying up. Then, we spent the longest time trying to decide on a name. You wouldnt accept any of my ideas, he laughed further and harder, it felt as if he was swallowing a scorching stone C yet he could not stop, even though the fleeting blessings from nature had rescinded, and silence had redescended upon the solitary cemetery.
No one was there to laugh alongside him.
When the big day came, I remembered fainting halfway through. However you survived that whole ordeal was a wonder to even Ark himself. Fino shuddered at just the memory. What is this? His palms were beginning to soak in sweat C but he did not mind.
No one was there to share his memory.
Even with the burden of motherhood, you still insisted on working at the Love Machines, no matter how much I pleaded with you not to, Fino sighed, just the thought of how much of a handful she was brought back so much pain to his head and heart. What am I doing? His heart was beating erratically C but he did not mind.
No one was there to be frazzled with him.
All of your friends from the Love Machines came to congratulate you, but none of their gifts could even hope to match up to mine. Fino bragged. When will this His fleece was itching all over C but he did not mind.
No one was there to be awed by his generosity.
If only I could have had my bros and sis to come to meet you as well C well, the ones who would have cared, at least. If Two was still here, she would have loved to meet you both, Fino mumbled C even though he could hardly remember much of the ones whove passed, at least for their worth, he had carved them forevermore into his heart. Stop this, you damn fool His mind was drowning in empty and meaningless thoughts C but he did not mind.
No one was there to relive the days of the past with him.
And then also that one timeC As if his tongue had been sliced off, the right words evaded him.
Sorry, I mean whenC His memory drowned in a haze, and his vision grew murky C he could resist it no longer.
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No one was there to condemn him.
The bottle that he had brought, still by his lonesome side and filled to the brim C he yanked it by the neck and hurled it at a stone wall. Though he could see the glass shattering to hundreds of shards, even its shrieking moment of death could not overpower the overbearing silence.
Damn it all the man laughed alone, silently and pitifully. Why did you have to leave me, Felia? Why couldnt you have just listened to me? He felt something trickling down his cheeks, but the clouds seemed not to be raining.
No one was there to comfort him.
The empty lot felt as if it was shrinking down and suffocating him. The moon looked as if it would fall down upon his head at any moment. The tiny grave, placed between parts of forlorn and fete C it took the white lily, pure of the sins of Fino, and it gave nought in return.
Get a grip already, you damn coward Fino smeared his face with his dirty blouse. Sorry, I really need to start getting a hold of myself. Dont wanna keep embarrassing you both, Fino chuckled, though his jaws were jittering feebly. His legs had numbed from sitting still for so long C and when he tried to stand up, it felt as if chains were binding him down to the dirt. Until next year. The promise of a reunion C Fino parted that to them and them only.
Time to head backC As he dusted his pants and turned his back to the tomb, the moonlight moved its grace from the grave to the narrow path where he must pass in order to leave the lot - yet as if a sentry was stationed at the gate, Fino caught a glimpse of a tiny body laying by the corner of the entrance.
Fino took a step back. He was still staggered as to how he had not noticed that earlier. Whos that? Fino squinted his eyes closely as he warily walked towards him. Fino crouched down next to the small body C small enough to fit inside the grave behind him. As he gazed at the boys face under the moonlight, bits and pieces of memories from his drunken stupor resurfaced. Is this? It was the golden boy from the gladiator ring that made Fino lose his bet. His scrawny body was tattered and bruised from the bout, neither his limbs nor chest were shifting, and his skin also seemed to be charred to black in certain parts C he was dead.
How long have they been there? Fino grazed past the boys burned wounds, wondering how he could have received these C they were still warm to the touch, like a melting candle.
As Fino held onto the boys shrunken and withered palm, the moonlight shone over his face, and the breeze fanned his mane C revealing his head of gold and closed eyes. The trail of tears upon his cheeks had dried, yet they still glimmered. His body had crumbled, yet a sorrowful smile persisted upon his face C a smile that Fino hadn''t seen on him back then. At a closer look, the kid even bore slight resemblances to him, from his pathetic shell to his feeble smile that only comes when theyre alone C perhaps ZZs words held some merits after all.
Could he have been one of my Fino stared into the boys paled yet blackened face, and he did not bother to finish his line of thought C for it no longer mattered.
With Finos soiled hands, untouched in years by the warmth of ones he held dear C he feverishly shoved them deeply into the dirt like a wild drunkard, even though he did not even nibble a single slip from the wine bottle he brought and shattered. What am I doing? Even though his nails were splintering, he kept on digging the dirt out and dirtying his silver ring. Why? Even though the skin was peeling off the tips of his fingers, he kept on scooping out handfuls of dirt, little by little. Enough, already As the empty lot was being hollowed out and the moonlight brightened further and further, he kept on scattering away the dirt to the sides, ensuring that not even a speck of it would stain the boys singed skin. Not yet The hole was becoming bigger and bigger, but it was still far too small for the small child. Please, Ark No, no I will not beg... Fino prayed not to Ark, and it was not for his hands or gravel but for the child and his loves C praying for their peaceful rest somewhere even further beyond the reigned sky of Ark.
Chapter 15 – Evens: “The Unburnt”
Hey, you. Youre finally awake. The voice was raucous C as raucous as they come.
Shut up Evens mumbled irately. His eyes closed to the blackness of his thoughts, and his ears muffled to the racket of the rocking paddy wagon and howling meterases.
You were trying toC The voice was timorous C as timorous as they come.
Will you both give it a rest already!? Evens lunged awake from his fake nap and confronted the meddlesome duo. I still cant believe that both of you fools are also here, Evens palmed his own face C glaring his tired, murky orbs at the ever-nosy Rupert and the ever-smug Owl. How do I keep getting myself stuck with them? Evens sighed, though only briefly. He slammed his fists against the steel bars, but to no avail C he could not possibly think that his feeble might would be able to break the cage.
Sucks to be you, buddy. Ya think I wished for this too? Owl jeered, raucous as usual.
Rupert did not respond, timorous as usual. He had to unfit his wooden leg, for there was close to no room in the moving dungeon.
Evens had lost track of how many days has it been since he was stuffed into this heated cauldron to be sent to the Ironmount Institution. The marvel of the Iron Trail and countryside unknown to Evens in all his life were the sole gift to be found in these last restless days C yet, perhaps new ones have been granted to him. Penny Piece, the region that Screwpile resided in, held more beauty than Evens once thought.
What could you two fools even possibly do to earn your keep here? Evens sneered C his days of stillness and mellowness were no doubt gone.
I tried to stay put and out of sight for as long as I could C but Ruby, she needed more... For a man as tall as Rupert, Evens didnt think tears could roll down from that height. If I had just heeded Miss Nums warning, this wouldnt have happened the tall yet timid lad spoke.
Thats a shame Evens held no snarky remarks to that C Rupert had always been a dependent bloke for his little sister.
They got me for public urination, the crass and bald lad barked.
Why am I not surprised? Evens had many snarky remarks to make, but he feared that it would last them until nightfall C Owl had always been a peculiar bloke to behold.
Both of them were arrested on the same day Evens was, but the three only reunited today in Evenss wagon after the other twos paddy wagons were attacked by hordes of meterases.
Well, cmon C spit it out, Owl tapped his knee and faced Evens as if a child awaiting his bedtime story.
Spit what out? Evens asked with squinted eyes C being subjected to Owls antics within a cage heated by the summer heat was a punishment far worse than mining the Centum Alps.
We told ya our truths C nows your turn, the dark-skinned and silver-tongued lad rested his feet between the cages gaps.
Even the once-sulking Rupert rose up from his self-pity and gandered at Evens with glimmering eyes C he had always been a fiend for a riveting, untold tale.
Evens clicked his tongue C but his mouth has yet to utter a single word in the last few moons, so perhaps it wouldnt be too bad to exercise them. Fine, I guess Ill tell yall. I fouC
Halt!
As if they were ingredients to be shaken in a pot, the prisoners tumbled wildly around in their cage when the wagon suddenly halted on its track.
Just my luck However it came to be, Evens found himself buried underneath two stinking corpses. His arms felt crushed under ones rear, while his face under ones boot C though he could hardly feel any further pain on top of the ones he had received from the last scuffle that landed him in this cell. Get off of me already, with all of his remaining might, he pushed the two lads off of him.
What the hell happened? Owl rubbed his bald dome that was swelling even further to an egg shape.
Lord Sentinel! What happened? Rupert shouted to the carter, who carelessly halted his wagon.
Mets. You four stay put while we handle them, you hear me? the Rook Sentinel sighed before descending from the cart and armed himself with a bow. Just my luck Why are there so many damn mets lately? Damn Lord Prime wasted our time for nothing he clicked his tongue and begrudgingly united with his brethren in black C leaving the paddy wagon all by its lonesome, with nought to fend for its captives.
Mets? Again? Evens thought. Though from where they sat in the caged box, not a single glimpse of those steel beasts could be seen C only the clashing of steel to steel and the bloodcurdling cries of maimed men could be heard. Was that why that old bastard gave me the task? Evens recalled when the old foreman, Chin, had once given him a task to quell the invasive mets bordering Screwpile C yet the old coot merely wished for Evens to drive those pesky mets away into the Junkwoods instead of slaying them. Well, if it isnt the consequences of your actions? Evens smirked to himself C it was no longer his concern, if nothing else, he was delighted to know that the Blacks would have to waste their precious time to suppress the beasts.
Those boys in blacks got their work cut out for them, Owl sneered, trying to stick his head through the gap of the cage and catch a glimpse of the action C but to no avail.
More time for us, I suppose. Rupert held tightly onto his pegleg lest he wished for it to tumble around once more. Cmon, Evens. As good a time as any for a story here, he reminded Evens.
Fine. As I was sayingC
Before Evens could utter any further words, a light cough from the end of the cage gagged his mouth and caught the attention of the three boys C it was the last ingredient in the cauldron.
Untanned by the harsh sun, he was paled and had even paler hair C Evens could find more life in a doll. His cheeks sunken into his jaws, and his fingers were thinner than quills. His limbs were lanky, even longer than Ruperts C the wagon could barely even contain his whole body without him having to fold himself. Despite the summer heat and his woolly garments, no sweat could be seen trailing down his face; neither was a wince of discomfort. His chin was cleaned of any stubbles as if they were smoothly burnt away. No colours of living seemed to house his azure orbs C yet as if it was carved onto his face, his eerie smile ever stayed.
Evens couldnt believe that he had forgotten about him. He was the first person who was caged with Evens since the beginning, yet he has never uttered a word since the journey, so Evens had all but casted off the lanky husks worth from his mind.
Neither Owl nor Rupert spoke a word nor paid a glance to him either C their pupils shook, and bumps goosed at a mere feeble cough of his.
I guess he could join Evens sweated from his brows. Though the prisoner wasnt particularly threatening like the Prime Sentinel, an inexplicable eery sense that brought shiver and sweat to Evens could be felt in his presence C and Evens wasnt about to be the one to tell him to beat it. Anyway. So what happened wasC
The sky had turned dark to make way for the moons performance. The sound of clashing steels and beastly growls had all but vanished C with the prisoner caravans halting their journey to make camp for the night by the grassy meadow bordering the Iron Trail and bounded by the Junkwoods.
And thats all that happened, Evens ended his grand tale to the wide-eyed tots.
Hell yeah. That was all Owl had to say.
Hell yeah. That was all Rupert had to say.
You heard all that, and thats all you had to say, Evens sighed, wondering why he even bothered wasting what little water his parched throat had left to amuse these clowns.
Though Evens received no applause from his friends of old, a faint clap C less than a clap and more akin to two wooden clubs banging against each other burst out from the corner of the cage, where none lay eyes upon. That was a rather novel tale you spouted, patch-lad, the pale man laughed aloud while clapping his bony palms together.
Patch-lad? Evens found no honour in earning his praise. Thanks Evens stuttered, avoiding his orbs of sapphire.
Too afraid to look me in the eye, patch-lad? his sunken voice deader than the dead.
Yes, Evens thought. No, said Evens.
Acting as if he had always known Evens, the snake of a man slithered closer to the three. Look closely. Theyre not that scary C not nearly as much as yours.
Evens inched backwards, only to find his back hit against steel bars.
Stop creeping him out, and leave us alone, with his arm, Owl separated the ghost away from Evens.
My apologies. I didnt mean to scare your friend, egg-boy, he bowed his head feebly, it felt as if his skull would fall off his lanky neck at any moment.
A shaken Owl rubbed his bald head with one hand while swinging the other. Egg-boy!? Now listen here, you listenC
Enough, Owl. This hardly the place for your tantrum, Rupert quelled the hot-headed lads rage.
Thats right. Still your heart, and follow your head C no matter how smooth it is. You should listen to stick-kid here, he waved his thin finger to the air, like a teacher lecturing to a class.
A baffled Rupert wielded his wooden leg as if it were a club and lunged forward. Stick-kid!? How dare youC
Wagon Seven! Withdraw! A loud banging on the cage ended any further quandary and stole the fours attention. A Sentinel C a familiar Sentinel greeted them by their wagon, his detestable hood fluttered along the nights wind, masking away his wicked face. Make way outside. The ride halts for the night.
And pray tell, why are you suddenly so kind to let us stretch our back and legs? When before, you would not have even batted an eye in letting us soil ourselves in this cage, the man in white confronted the man in black C their station couldnt be any more different.
You are tonights entertainment for the Commander. Rejoice in knowing that your pitiful lives will be served of some worth to please Lord Senu. The hooded Sentinel stated pompously before unlocking their moving dungeon C the Prime Sentinel called him Symon if Evens remembered right.
Well, if the great Lord commands it C may only the world judge his deeds. Cmon, patch-lad, egg-boy, stick-kid C we have a show to perform. Acting as if he had been friends with the three for ages C the man whose name they did not even know grinned from ear to ear as he stepped out of the cage jovially.
One by one, Owl and Rupert made their way out of the cage, though their feet were wavering with each step C yet just as Evens was about to receive the first huff of untainted air in days and graze the solid ground, the Sentinel blocked his path. What now? Still livid about our little bout? he goaded Symon C even though Evenss wounds were far worse than his, while Symons face had already nearly healed.
You can stay. The ecliants face was unbothered to Evenss provocation.
What? Evens scratched his head. Laying beyond the Sentinel was his fleeting moment of freedom and friends. The smell of dampened air and wet grass were at the tip of his nose, and the warmth of bonfire and pots of stew could be felt breezing past his body C hell be damned for yielding to this insufferable ecliant. No thanks. Id be with my mates, Evens bumped himself against the Sentinel and walked past him C though the hooded man didnt seem to stand firm on his conviction.
Your choice to make. I wont be blamed for this, Symon mumbled before dutifully unveiling a long chain of shackles, enough for all four of the prisoners to be chained together to one rope like a steel caterpillar. With a lantern in hand, he walked afront the chained felons and shone their path. Follow me. Make any sound or stray from my steps C thered be no mercy. He walked forward without awaiting an answer.
None made a sound nor a gesture and merely moved their feet forward.
The night was dark and gusty, and few stars inhabited the sky this evening C leaving the prisoners relying solely on the light in the Sentinels palm and the smoky trail of burning wood to guide their way. Evens could barely even see Rupert or Owls faces, but he could feel their trembles, wildly stirring the steel chain bounding all of their hands together. Yet the paled man walking afront the three, his wrists were still from any quiver or fright C in fact, he was whistling away jovially to a hymn that Evens had never heard in this land before.
Evens kept walking. The scent of burning logs and the sound of drunken cheers lurked closer with each step. Finally Evens panted C yet as his brown eyes lay upon the sight of the campsite, he soon wished that he had just stayed behind in the paddy wagon.
Were here, Symon announced.
Disgusting Evens gnashed his teeth C beating himself up over his naivety.
The campsite was littered with ecliants in suits of black; their hands were plenty with grubs, drinks, and flesh C though it did not seem like the entirety of the Sentinels were there, perhaps this was merely a single unit. Prisoners, or more so slaves, unchained from their shackles to serve their ecliant masters biddings C keeping their goblets full, selling their bodies, tearing themselves apart by steels, and rolling their heads off of their necks for their masters to use as kickballs. Men guarding carts and crates filled with slabs of colourful stones and shiny ores that Evens had never seen before C it seemed they were detaining more than just mere prisoners. The Blacks repugnant six-pointed star embroidered upon hundreds of flags and pitched throughout the meadow C spoiling and marking natures prairie as their own. The smell of dampened air and wet grass that Evens so cherished had all been tainted by foul odours of sweat, tears, and blood. Amidst the sea of bloody smoke, the king of the Blacks was the stout Commander of the Heart Corp C guzzling down his golden chalice served by women stripped of their garments while his fat rear sitting atop a throne made by crawling men.
A debauched painting, isnt it? The slender man remarked slyly.
Evens held no words for him once more C his mouth unwilling to needlessly open and inhale the corrupted air.
Here we go again Owl sighed.
Yup Rupert muttered as he reached down to bolt his wooden leg tightly.
So this is what theyve been doing every night Why wasnt I aware until now? Evens thought before turning his gaze promptly to Symon, though the craven did not dare to match his stare.
One by one, Symon released the four from their steel bondage. Come with me. He ordered.
Well, this is a first? Even the sly jester with hair reaching down his back seemed confused at the Sentinels command.
Why is that? Evens asked, finally unbolting his lips.
Men like us, too weak to participate in bouts and too ugly to be fondled C the Blacks normally only delegated us to clean their dishes and serve their meals, Rupert explained.
This is the first theyve brought us somewhere else besides the river or cooks tent, Owl added.
There was no point to further dwell in questions that would soon be answered. As they walked deeper into the hearth of the camps, glares of contempt from the ecliants and their fellow humans felt like arrows and spears hurled at Evens. Ecliants wondered why few humans were freed from their chains C and humans resent why they were not the ones freed from their chains. Regardless of their distant scowl, Evens could not care less for their pitiful and futile gaze C his body had suffered far worse. With his boots firmly set to the hearth of the campsite C Evens was forced to lay his eyes on the great bonfire lit and the Heart Commander, who was sitting by its grace, roasting himself like a suckling pig.
Good evening, Lord Commander. Symon bowed to his Lord.
So you at last brought him to me, Symon. Good job, I knew I could count on you, with one hand holding onto a bottle and the other onto a breast, the fat commander laughed, though barely, for his face was still swollen like a tomato. The lady atop his lap was stripped from any garment from her body and light from her eyes C though her shackles were taken away, her limbs still remained crumpled. The Heart Commander then fixed his gaze upon each of the heads before him. What are you lot waiting for?
Evens marched forward; the pig did not scare him. What do you wantC Before he could mutter his last words, his knee gave out, and Evens crumbled to the dirt, with his teeth biting onto his tongue. A burning sensation scorched the back of his thigh as if he was whipped by fire itself.
Kneel before the Lord. Symon glared down at Evens with a black whip in his hand. All, kneel! he raised his whip to the air and gestured towards the standby Sentinels.
One by one C Owl, Rupert, and even the paled men too crumbled to their knees at the hands of fiery lashes to their thighs and backs. Their painful squirms lulled the ears of the pleased Heart Commander and his men in black.
Evens was not spared from the lashes either. The hooded Sentinel sent blow after blow unto Evenss back. I tried to warn you Symon murmured, though his eyes did not seem all that dejected.
So this is their show? Evens sealed his jaws tight and squeezed his palms shut C allowing no cry of his to mingle with their laughter. The first few lashes stung like flame and sounded like clapping hands C but after a dozen or so more lashes, it then felt as if a boulder was grating up and down his blood-drenched back. The visceral screams of his friends and the snobbish laughter of the Blacks could hardly be heard amidst Evenss raging heartbeat. I wonder how many new scars I would be getting this time Evens thought, his eyes were trying their best to stay open despite the comforting nights veil trying its best to have Evens succumb to its spell.
Thats enough, the Heart Commander halted the public torture. Its no fun if the cur isnt squirming too. He pouted like a child, or perhaps he wasnt C Evens could hardly tell from not only his chubby cheeks but also his swollen face.
This wasnt enough for you? Evens panted and recouped his breath on the grass. He glanced over to Rupert and Owl, merely to find them too collapsed on the meadow C their shirts tattered and backs slathered in blood and cuts from their neck to tailbone. The man in white, too, was lying on the grass, his snowy shirt tainted in red C and yet, his eerie smile ever stood, if nothing else, it even grew wider.Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more.
Why are you laughing? the stout lord asked, even he was puzzled by the prisoners response to a beating.
As if a corpse was rising back from the dead under the fool moon C the man with skin as fair as snow rose his battered body up. Im sorry. I could not help it, he giggled all by his lonesome.
And why that is? the Heart Commander further probed.
To be entirely honest with you, My Lord C this is rather boring, dont you think?
His words halted the walking servants from their servitude, the Blacks from their leisure, and the songstresses from their songs C merely the flame flickered evermore, unbothered by any intervention.
What do you mean by that? Senu shoved the girl on his lap to the ground and clumsily trotted towards him. He gripped the lanky man by his sunken cheeks C if not for him kneeling right there, Evens doubted that the commander would had the nerve to lay his paws on him.
For a Commander of a Sentinel Corp C dont you think that your taste is a bit old-fashioned? Somehow, he was still able to speak clearly despite having his cheeks squeezed.
Get to the point. The Heart Commander acted all mightily under the watch of his men in black.
You have men of actions. Men with raging blood but nowhere to release them. The most they had was what? Arresting a handful of peasants in a corner who knows where? They ought to need more than that, and certainly, more than just watch men be slaved and whipped in circles, the pale man worded articulately, far more than any songstresses present.
So youre suggesting that theres not enough blood to quench my mens thirst? the Heart Commander asked.
I would never suggest anything of such to you, My Lord. My wisdom could never hope to match yours, let alone give you any worthwhile advice, he grinned feebly.
What is your name?
The man in white ceased for a moment, and for just an instant, as he gazed his blue eyes down to the grass and the moonlight shone over his pale head C it reminded Evens of his sunken look back in the paddy wagon. Blueyard, My Lord. The ghost proclaimed.
Blueyard? Really? Evens thought, trying to hold in his grin despite the pain.
Blueyard? the Heart Commander rolled his eyes, even he was not stupid enough to believe it. Alright then, Blueyard. Youre right. Even I was getting bored with the entertainment these past few nights. He released Blueyards cheeks. Like a scholar in deep thought, Senu began to walk in circles with his eyes closed. It took the swine a few laps walked, and many breaths panted until he finished his ponder. I got an idea. He clapped his hands. Symon, we still have the met here?
Symons orbs were shaken at the mention of it. Yes, My Lord. But I do not think we shouldC
Great, its settled then, the Heart Commander ignored his lackey and walked to the bonfire at the heart of the camp C the might of the flames spanned so big that it could rival a small keep. With a human on all four as his footstool to step on, the fat lord spoke out to his merry Sentinels, who were indulging in the nights pleasure. Sentinels! Rally yourselves around our guests of honour tonight! A show of a lifetime is about to begin!
All halted their current doings at the command of their Lord. Ecliants turned to hungry beasts and began to howl in delight, while songstresses began to sing songs of war. Even the humans sighed in relief C having finally earned their fleeting break. Each with a shield engraved with the golden six-pointed star sigil in hand, the Sentinels encircled themselves around the four prisoners until there was no path for them to escape.
Lord Senu, I sincerely implore you to reconsider this, the hooded ecliant pleaded to his Lord C it was rare for Evens to see that squire defying his Lords order.
Enough, Symon. The Prophet wished for me to teach you my ways, right? Then let me teach you how to work a crowd, the cowardly Lord lectured his page. Bring in the met, boys!
At the order of the Heart Commander, the wall of shields opened a path for six Sentinels to cart a steel cage into the hearth of the arena.
The light from the bonfire seemed to have disturbed its rest. Its morning roar drowned out the voices of songsters and their strings. Its fleece of steel as any other mets, though it was pitch-black and even darker under the guise of night. Its face bore features of a human, yet its dome was a bit too pointy to be one. It bore no sharp claws, yet its arms were bigger than any mets that Evens had seen C its fists repeatedly punching against its chest sounded fiercer than any sword clash could ever make.
What kind of met is that? Owl groaned as he lastly stood up.
Ive never read about that kind of meteras before, Rupert, too, woke up C even a man as bright as he was stumped at what he was gandering at.
Well, arent you in luck, patch-lad? Blueyard laughed, even at this moment.
Will you stopC Evens gasped while lifting himself up on both feet.
Youve fought the Giant of the Centum Order, and youve embarrassingly lost C now you have a chance to redeem yourself and test your valour against a giant ape. How fitting is that?
Blueyards fervour even creeped out the mastermind of this stunt. Let us leave, Symon. I want a good viewing of this show, the stout commander wasted no time to make his way away from the danger.
Yes, My Lord, Symon mumbled, though his feet stood firm as he gazed down at Evens C his scornful eyes were no longer slanted. He reached underneath his cloak and unveiled a shortsword, a dagger, and an Arkive C which he then tossed the items to the grass. Thats all I have. Take what you need to live. Symon offered his last words. He walked to the cage that housed the beast C the steel ape rocked its dungeon wildly and tried to crush Symons head with its paws, but it could not reach him. With a key in his grasp, Symon unlocked the cage and hastily ran after his Lord C at last, leaving the four prisoners behind to greet the freed beast.
The met was at last outside of its cage, with its whole body shone under the moonlight and by the fireside. Its body was even larger than Evens had thought C yet somehow, it did not seem as threatening nor as large as the Prime Sentinel. As if it was a night festival, whenever the ape roared, the crowd of ecliants clapped their hands and cheered C whenever the ape beat its chest, the circle of shielders stomped their feet to the ground.
Evens reached for the sword, Owl for the dagger, Rupert for the Arkive book C this reminded Evens of when, as kids, theyd pretend to be knights and mages from their stories.
And what about little ol me? Youre not going to leave a frail damsel like me without anything to shield myself, would you? Surely youre not that cruel? Blueyard wept theatrically.
The bellow of an actual damsel in distress caught the boys glance. Help me!! The nude woman who was abandoned by the Heart Commander cried out as she crawled desperately yet aimlessly throughout the meadow C only to find her face stumbling against the steel feet of the meteras.
As if she were a delicate flower blooming amidst the field, the giant ape plucked her up in one fell swoop with his massive palm. Like a curious child, it sniffed her body and threw her lightly up and down.
Frightened but unharmed, the unfortunate damsel gazed into the hollow eyes of the meteras. Enamoured by the beast, she lay her delicate hand onto the mets face C seemingly relieving the beast from its raging stupor.
Impossible... Rupert murmured.
What a marvellous painting C may Ark never burn this sight away from my mind, Blueyard moaned in ecstasy.
Evens was surprised but not terribly shocked himself C after all, he had tame a meteras before, though Scrapper was not nearly as big as the ape afront him.
What are you doing, you wench? How dare you halt the spectacle? After all Ive done for you? the Commander of the Heart Corp shouted from beyond the wall of shields that separated him from the beast and the beauty.
The unclothed enchantress who had entranced the beast in her spell faced the ecliant who wronged her C her eyes and lips tearing drops of blood. I am your monster no more! With this treasured beast, I summonC
Her final words were never heard.
As if she were no more than a dolly, the carriage-size toddler gripped the woman from both ends and tore her apart at her chest like a sheet of parchment. Stringy innards and gallons of blood soiled the verdure meadow C even the veil of the night could not mask away the gory sight. Outwardly lost interest in its broken toy, the meteras chucked away both halves of the lady as if they were no more than rubbish.
The swarm of ecliants cheered in awe at the spectacle, ramming their shields, tapping their feet, and chanting their calls C demanding for more blood to be spilt.
Well, Ill be damned. Now, that sight was one to die for. A human who soared too high to the sky C thinking that she could tame beasts reserved for honoured folks, Blueyard whistled as if he had just witnessed the most spectacular stageplay.
Youre one mad son of a bitch, you know that? I dont know if I should be scared fighting against that thing or have you by our side to fight it? Owl grunted while gripping tightly onto his dagger and pointing it at the beast C his body trembling, yet his stance held tall.
What am I even supposed to do with this? Rupert flicked through the holy book in his grasp, perhaps a prayer would do them some good.
Will you both shut it? This is hardly our first time against a met, Evens tried to still his heart as he stepped up in front of his comrades. The three had fought together against many meterases in the past before, but they were mainly in the liking of wolves and cougars C none had ever been larger than a wooden cart.
Well, I wouldnt want to be a hindrance to you heroes in this battle. Ill take my rest and pray for you all good fortune. If nothing else, Im certain that I am very good at that. Blueyard lay his body on the field, his snowy hair welcomed insects to nest inside, and his blue orbs shut wholly C unminding the ensuing battle that was inches away from his slumbering spot.
Suit yourself Evens had no room to spare a thought for him C his eyes were fully fixed on the hunk of steel that was eyeing him back.
The bout between men and beast commenced around a pillar of flame.
For a beast as large as the met C it was fast. Lunging forward on all four, it took the ape no time to close the distance between it and Evens. Its metal paw that was still dowsed in blood rose to the air and swiped towards Evens.
In the nick of time, Evens held his sword up to parry the blow C but armoured with steel or not, the swipe sent Evens rolling across the mud.
Evens!
He could not tell whether the cry came from Rupert or Owl, for his ears were ringing wildly. Evens groaned on the grass as tears engulfed his eyes and drools dribbled from his tongue. If not for the blade shielding his blow ever so slightly C no doubt, his ribcage would have wholly caved in, and his bones grinded to dust. Evens could not yield yet C not when he could still hear steelmen praying for his downfall in the crowd C their foul verses ached his ears far more than any blows the monkey could do. He dug his sword into the dirt, and with it as a cane, he lifted himself up. When he arose, he saw Rupert and Owl engaging the beast. What are those fools doing? Evens couldnt help but receive emotional damage on top of his physical trauma from being subjected to the atrocity ensuing before his eyes.
Owl had climbed his way to the monkeys neck, but no matter how hard he swung, his dagger was not sharp enough to pierce the mets steel hide. From where Evens stood, it looked no more than a fly buzzing around a giant.
Rupert somehow managed to have the ape become engrossed in the Arkive. It sat still and held the tiny tome up with its massive fingers C though it wasnt long before the studious ape reverted to its primal fury. Unable to comprehend the words of God, the ape tore the Arkive in half just as easy as it was for it to tear the lady in two.
Having outlasted their worth, with each hand, the meteras grabbed hold of both Rupert and Owl C and as if they were no more than useless junk, the ape flung the two idiots flying, where they landed by Evens.
Those were your bright ideas? Evens rolled his eyes C seeing his foolish friends in pain somehow slightly relieved him of his.
I almost had him Owl groaned as he caressed his rear, which plummeted directly to the ground.
A little more, and Id have put the fear of god in him Rupert spat grass and dirt out of his mouth before refitting his wooden leg back to his stub.
How did we ever manage to survive this long? Evens lamented as he stared at the pair of fools. The three of them had known each other for over ten years, and over half of those were spent battling mets together. Evens still could never forget their first-ever bout C three men armed to the teeth only to barely scrape by slaying a wolf coated in steel. Unlike the small mutt that they fought, the ape here was far too tall for them to deal any decisive blow. If only we could have it lay on its back Evens mumbled as sweat from his back drenched his ragged shirt wholly. The sweat seeped deeper into the deep gashes by Symons lashes. One source of struggle was enough for Evens, and he removed his shirt C bearing his scarred body for all to see. As he held onto the tattered cloth that was once his shirt, torn and ridden with holes, making it longer and looser than it normally was C a plan arose in his dome. Maybe Evenss heart began to beat once more, though not out of fright but elation. He gazed promptly at Rupert and Owl, and with no words exchanged C the three boys nodded their heads.
What are you curs doing? Engage the beast! the Heart Commander commanded from his pitiful throne of stone.
Stop stalling, cowards! the circle of shielders chimed in their rage.
Get em, met! Rip them to shreds! the crowd of drunken ecliants slurred their words.
The horde of human slaves had no words to spare, but their once-sunken eyes had lightened ever so feebly at the thrilling sight.
You wanted a show? Well, we have a show for you! Evens announced to the crowd of awed spectators C he and his friends fully stripped bare of any garments attached to their skin, displaying their hidden fruits and moon for all to see.
The swarm of lookers gasped audibly and covered their eyes as if they hadnt been stripping human prisoners of their clothes these past few nights.
Evens cared not for the appalled viewers; his sight was on the steel ape. With the dagger that Owl lent to him, Evens chucked it at the met C it didnt even leave a dent in its steel hide, but it did draw its gaze and anger. Round two, monkey. The nude hero pointed his sword at the ape as he stood afront Rupert and Owl C ensuring that the beasts anger was solely reserved for him.
This time, Evens took it upon himself to charge at the ape C bringing the fight to his foe and away from his occupied allies. The ape, too, lunged towards Evens, and as predicted, it tried to swipe its giant paw at Evenss ribs once more. Having learned from his mistake, Evens leapt into the air and flipped his body wholly over the apes fist. Evens knew if he hadnt dodged that, his whole body would have been folded like a sheet of parchment. As his feet returned to the ground again, Evens held his head in place to quell his dizziness.
The outwardly confused ape, who was wandering why the fly afront it had not been swatted yet, burst out to a wrathful roar and began to violently beat on its chest once more. Its palms the size of Evenss head were thrown relentlessly towards Evens, trying to grab hold of him C yet not a single effort was met with success.
Whether he had to duck, roll, or leap over the apes blow C Evens had no choice but to commit his all to them. Now that he had stripped all of his clothing away, his body was far lighter and nimbler C he was confident that he could outpace the ape, though he knew he could not outlast it. He had lost count of how many blows he had dodged and how many breaths he had taken in such a short amount of time. Cmon, guys Evens tried to glance back at Rupert and Owl, but he was spared no chance by the unyielding beast.
The ape, more enraged than it ever has, gripped both of its palms together and swung it to the dirt like a war hammer.
Shit! An exhausted Evens barely managed to leap a step backwards C if he hadnt, his squashed corpse would have been splattered over the small crater left behind by the monkeys fists. You guys ready! Evens screamed out to his friends behind him.
All done! Run back, Evens!
On it! Evens wasted no time dashing back to where his mates were, nor did the beast waste any time to chase after its prey.
After such a magnificent display of resilience in the face of the beast, the hero was then retreating away C and the spectators were not content. Fight back, coward! Fight back!
You fight back! Evens shouted out to the crowd; his words quelled their endless prattle. Thats what I thought, Evens smirked, having nearly reached his friends. He turned his head back once more, only to find the ape was right near his tail C he must have been more tired than he had thought. He kept running. Blood rushed into his legs, his bones crackling and piercing his skin with each passing step, and his back lathered with lashes felt as if it was still being whipped as the nights gale blew onto it. He no longer needed to turn around to tell that the beast was a feather away from him C its heavy breath was breathing down his neck, and its fingers kept skimpily grazing past his skin. Now! Evens commanded, and with the little strength he had left in his legs, he leapt into the air once more C wholly putting his faith in his friends.
The meteras reached its arm out to grip Evenss leg C but no matter how long its limbs were, it never gripped its fingers around Evenss ankle, and instead, it merely gripped handfuls of dirt. The mighty beast had plummeted face first to the grassy meadow by the rim of the large bonfire C lighting its humiliating fall for all spectators to see and silence. No matter how big it was, itd fall eventually. By its heels was a long rope, fashioned using the clothes stripped from the three boys backs and woven by Rupert and Owl when Evens distracted the beast. Each end of the rope was held by Rupert and Owl before the beast tripped over it and tumbled to the ground C if the ape had been any bigger, Evens doubted that two men would have been enough to fell the beast.
Evenss last desperate jump had him fallen to the dirt as well, but he had dodged the same fate as the beast C of being stumbled over by a petty trick that only kids could devise. Even with the beast fallen and rolled over with its belly up C Evens had yet to end the bout. Despite his arms shaking, and his fingers could barely fold inward, Evens took hold of his shortsword once more C dragging the bent blade and his twisted legs across the field. The bright flame of the great bonfire blasted its embers at Evens. With no clothes to shield his hide, the heat grazed his gashes of today and his gashes of old C yet that did not bother him at that moment. Standing atop the crumbled ape, Evens lifted his blade to the sky; it took all he had for that slight act.
Do it, Evens! Rupert and Owl cheered for Evens.
Cowards! Fight the beast head-on! the crowd and its master hissed at Evens.
None of their words mattered in Evenss ears C all he could hear was the panting of himself and his foe, each at their last might. His arms surrendered, and the sword descended unto the meterass neck. Barely any blood gushed out from the blow, for Evens could not remove the lodged sword inside its prey. With a battered body and soul, Evens descended from the beasts corpse and limped towards his comrades C he had won, yet he felt not like the victor. His clothes were torn from his skin, his chest was bruised and caved, his limbs twisted and maimed, and his sword was lost C all while the vanquished foe suffered a mere prick to its neck.
No cheers nor applause were given to Evens, as expected C though there were no moans nor hisses either, that was not expected.
We did it, boys Evens grinned feebly while holding a thumbs up. That would be his last feat of strength. He felt as if all manners of steel anchors were chained to his body, sinking him down to depths unknown. The amount of life-threatening bouts that he had experienced in the past few days was enough to last him a lifetime.
Evens, watch out! Rupert and Owl shouted as they ran towards Evens.
What? It was too late; his body had been sapped of any strength it had left C it was a wonder that he even managed to move for so long after all of the debacles he had been dealing with in the past few days. As he lay on the grass, not able to budge a single muscle, his eyes pointed forward C and he could have sworn that he had already fainted and was in a nightmare.
As if it were a walking corpse, the ape arose from the dead, with the blade still sealed tightly in its throat C inhibiting any blood to spill out. Its mighty roar was no more and was now merely feeble gargles. It stumbled from side to side, unable to hold its footing as it once did - no doubt that it was on its last breath. Yet even on the verge of welcoming death, the beast dedicated its glare solely to the beaten Evens. Its monkey paw, big enough to crush a skull to powder, slowly crept down to Evenss battered corpse.
So this is how I go Crushed to death by a monkey Evens scoffed, there was nothing else to do but laugh.
The dark sky blinded his eyes, the windy night blew his dark hair, the grass itched at his skin, and the flame burned at his body C Evens still felt all of them but no steel paw.
Whats taking it so long? Even Evens was becoming impatient C a sweet relief of death was far better than waiting for it. As if a boulder rested atop his dome, lifting his neck alone felt as if his spine was crumpling together C but the pain fleetingly faded when he saw the sight ensuing before him. What are you doing?
The man who had been resting on the meadow for the entire bout was no longer on his grass bed C and instead, he was wrestling his lanky body onto the great ape, stopping the beast at its track. Glad youre doing well, patch-lad. A marvellous showing of might youve flaunted C far more splendid than any else Ive witnessed in all of my days! Even if Ark denies it C I will record that magnificent bout of yours to my mind for eternity! his laughter louder than all else from the crowd, despite the situation he was in. Like a man pushing a mountain, he gritted his teeth and firmly planted his feet into the dirt before pushing the met inch by inch away from Evens. Though no matter how hard he clung onto the ape C his feeble might would soon give out.
Just stop Were dead men anyways Evens muttered.
Is that so, patch-lad? Oh, how I long for that day to come, Blueyard grinned, even though the ape was thrashing his body about like a doll. But unfortunately for me, I am not so fortunate. The man in white claimed, for once, his eyes of blue seemed as sunken as they were when Evens first saw them. A dip in flame, shall we? he spoke to the ape, and with his frail body and arms, he ushered in inhuman might and flung his whole body, like a comet ploughing its bearings towards the meteras C felling himself into the pit of flames along with his prey. As his cloth and flesh were gnawed onto by fiery fangs, his eery grin ever lingered as it always had C the light of his sapphire orbs unburnt by the sea of flames. See you, patch-lad. Those were his last words, or so Evens read his lips before they scorched to flame.
The meteras quaked wildly in the bonfire, trying to escape, yet despite being engulfed in flame, Blueyard would not release his grip from the squirming ape. Its scream was likened to that of a human on its last breath, and its hide of steel melted off its bones like thawing ice.
The fire show endured fleetingly, yet for that brief moment, it felt endless C with ecliants, humans, and steelborns all in silence while holding their breath as their gazes were being consumed by flame. Only when the once great ape was no more than glints of embers and a puddle of molten steel C did the crowd reclaim their fervour.
The meteras had scorched away in the great bonfire alongside Blueyard C the flame was so vast that Evens could no longer even discern their corpses amidst the cinders.
Evens tumbled his dome to the dirt once more, knowing that the threat was quelled. He coughed blood to the sky, and it rained back onto his face. Every inch of his body trembled feebly as if an earthquake was beneath him. Its finally over Evens sighed as he closed his eyes.
Evens, get up! Rupert shouted at the top of his lungs C his voice was raspy from all the shouting as if he had swallowed a handful of needles.
What now? Evens opened his eyes, his mind having to fight his body to allow it to happen.
Were under attack! Owl crouched down next to Evens C he then wrapped a Sentinel flag around Evenss bruised corpse and lifted him up.
The sound of the steel clashing and men wailing could be heard from where Evens lay C no matter how weak he was, their voices were far too loud to escape his ears. Whats happening Evens could feel his eyes dozing away, but a few last words were able to be uttered before he succumbed to his weakness.
A horde of mets is swarming the campsite. We gotta run! Owl grunted, despite his own wounds, he rested Evenss body on his shoulder and dragged him across the meadow.
Are you okay, Evens? Rupert asked, as he then rested Evenss other half on his own shoulder, despite it being hard enough already for a man with a pegleg such as himself to walk.
Another win, guys A hollow and pathetic smirk it was, as Evenss eyes finally yielded to fate and his vision blurred to the evenings veil C a final sight, from far away, was lit by the great bonfire.
Men of steel battling beasts of steel C men of flesh falling prey to swords and claws C and at the end of it all, an uninvited auburn beacon emerged from the verdure shroud of the Junkwoods and approached the fray between steelmen and beasts.
The beckoning light held not the sigil of the Blacks, they were not stripped bare of their honour like the humans, nor were they vicious and mindless in their march like the meterases. Their numbers were few in between when faced with the Sentinel army and the horde of meterases, yet their charge held firm as they rushed into the hearth of battle, hoisting their fulsome four-star flags C their strides and cries were not that of beasts, but far fiercer.
Chapter 16 – Stelie: “Remnants of Rebellion”
Send em to Ark, boys! Abes battle cry could be heard from the depth of the Junkwoods to the edge of the Iron Trail. As the spearhead of the band, he led men of valour running into the dusky meadow and engaged against their cunning and beastly foes. His forehead was shielded by a cloth with the colour of their cause. His hulking arms held nought but a torch to light his mens way and a warhammer to crush foes hampering their path.
At the giants rear stood men with swords preparing to slash down any obstacles in their path C archers nocking their arrows to rain fury upon their marks C bannermen beating their drums and waving flagpoles of their black four-pointed star sigil. The disarray foes occupied with their own bitter struggle fell prey to a surprise encirclement from the fresh force.
Stelie dashed gracefully behind Abraham, her blonde ponytail fluttered along the wind C one hand adorning a round shield, while the other held a spear with a body of black wood. Her hands wavered and dampened C if she hadnt gripped onto her arms tightly, no doubt theyd have slipped out of her grasp. Steel yourself, Stelie Stelie huffed in the cold nightly air and gripped tightly onto the orange cloth wrapped around her forearm, all to calm her quaking heart C after all, it had been over a decade since she last stepped foot on the battlefield.
Their ambush on the enemys camp, in the guise of the night, while the Blacks were busy with dealing against the meterases, all of it was devised by the Chief C a shame that she could not join the fray to enjoy the fruits of her labour. Her crafty yet lazy plan ensured that a concentration of meterases would ravage the woodlands by Screwpile C and wreaked havoc onto the Sentinels forces that frequented the land. The steelmen and beasts could have their dance C and the band of rebels would join when the curtains came to close.
Were under attack! Full retreat! the battered Sentinels sounded their horns, ordering a mass retreat C outwardly not wanting to engage against two types of enemies at once.
Thats what I like to see! Now its a fair fight! Abe chuckled at the sight of maimed Sentinel corpses scattered throughout the field C dwindling the foes mighty force down to the same meagre size as their own. The Blacks had slayed down most of the steel pests at the cost of their own numbers.
Stop right there, criminal scum! a youngling of a Rook Sentinel foolishly tested his might and pointed his blade at Abe C no doubt he believed that his ecliants might would have granted him the upper hand against a mere human.
Stupid boy Stelie mumbled, closing her eyes to the sight to come.
To the moon, you go! As if he was swatting a fly away, with his warhammer coated in spikes, Abe caved the poor lads chest inward and flung his drilled body into the sky. Charge ahead, boys! With a rose of his hammer, the dance between men, steelmen, and beasts ensued.
The tired army of Sentinels and the few remaining meterases stood no chance against the spirited band of rebels that had been resting and lurking in the shadow, vying for the perfect time to swoop in the field and clash against their tattered rivals.
The scene on the field of fire was like something that a wetnurse would tell children to scare them to bed C Stelie would always wince at such grisly sights.
Rivers of blood flooded the once peaceful meadow, painting its verdure pasture to the colour of red wine C effacing any semblance of natural beauty it once had.
Thunderous roars of the meterases who found themselves in the crossfire of a petty squabble.
Rains of arrows pierced the limbs and bodies of men and beasts alike. Clashes of steel between the well-crafted irons of the Sentinels and the scavenged blades of the rebels C both served well to behead drunken men and have their heads tumbled through the grass.
Flames razed the grassland, engulfing the field wholly and suffocating all with the acrid scent of smoke C leaving the men upon its domain no longer needing torches and bonfires to light their war.
As if he was a tide ramping against the coast, Abe stormed through swarms of Blacks and mets alike, hurling them away with his might as if they were no more than pebbles on the road. Such a feat of might would normally be impossible for a human to enact against steelmen.
Good grief Stelie sighed at Abes boorish antics before returning to her assigned duty. Where is he? He should be here if our tidings are right Stelies orange orbs twisted back and forth to every nook and cranny of the battlefield until she could siphon out the lordly pig amongst his men in dark armour. In the corner of her eye, she lay sight upon the giant bonfire the size of a keep at the hearth of the site, and on the other side of that fiery shroud was a swine of an ecliant crawling away from the battlefield C uncaring that his fancy scarlet cloak was stained in mud, and his medal of valour had unbuckled and fallen off his soft chest. There he is! The Heart Commander is by that big bonfire! Stelie pointed at the fleeing Lord, abandoning his men to save his own hide C but his stubby legs would not be fast enough for him to escape their long-awaited grasp.
Well, what are you waiting for? Go get em, Stel. Despite stucking in his own bitter bout with three other Sentinels at the same time C Abe still had the energy to command Stelie around.
On it, Stelie smirked at the boorish man before rushing towards the great flame C though her path to the commander was stricken by approaching threats.
A Rook Sentinel crept on her left, swinging his sword across her torse C and at the same instant, a steel hog stood afront, baring its tusks before lunging towards her. Without halting her pace, Stelie dug her spear into the dirt, and using it as a pole, she leapt her whole body off the ground, barely dodging the edge of the Sentinels blade C and like a potters wheel, she spun an airborne kick across the Sentinels jaws. Having her bootprint engraved upon the Sentinels cheeks C with her foes face as a foothold, she reclaimed her spear and hurled it at the squealing pig, skewering it from mouth to rear.
I cant believe I did that, Stelie panted shallowly as she drew her spear out of the beasts corpse C though her mind may have wished to forget those memories of old, her body sure had not. The Heart Commander was in her sight and merely a few paces away from her grasp C yet just as her fingers were near gripping onto his furry cloak, a mighty breeze escaped from the dusk of night and blew at her. With no moment to think, Stelie relinquished the target and leapt backwards to dodge the blow. Who was that there Stelie gasped as she fixed her sight forward C only to find another Sentinel standing between her and her prey.
The hooded Sentinel in black stood his ground with nought a weapon in hand and no words from his tongue.
So that gust was merely a punch of his? Stelie gulped at the mere thought of it C staying around men like Abraham had almost made her forget how terrifying the might of ecliants were. Please step aside. We only need your commander, Stelie conjured fleeting courage to her spine, but she wasnt sure if itd be convincing enough when her arms were trembling so much.
Lord Commander, please retreat ahead. Ill make my way to you soon. The Sentinel commanded his commander without ever diverting his eyes away from Stelies.
Fine job, Symon! As expected, for one under my wings. You better hurry up, or else Ill leave you behind! the Commander of the Heart Corp shouted before continuing his retreat.
Oh, no, you dontC
Mere fists, unarmed with any sword or spear, and a body unshielded by any armour besides a thin cloak C those lone stood before Stelie, yet they felt like a mighty fortress wall. Are you who I think you are? the Sentinel asked, his tone was calm despite the chaos surrounding him.
Think whatever you want, Stelie retorted while sweat trailed down her golden hair and stuck it to her forehead C trying to scurry past the man in black, but she could not spot any fault in his stance. The Heart Commander was scuttling further away down the Iron Trail the longer she was stalled away here.
Her foe did not seem to mind standing still and biding his time C in fact, his silver eyes hardly seemed to find any interest in Stelie any longer now that his Lord was safe. His neck was twisting back and forth, looking across the entire razed grassland C as if he was seeking something else.
His aloofness served more worth to Stelie than his wariness. As the ecliant was busy scouring the field, Stelie quickly dashed forward and closed the gap between them. With her spear in hand, she pierced it at her targets head C but the Sentinel returned to duty and parried her blow to the side with his mere palm. What? Stelie gasped C the parry was so seamless that it almost felt as if he didnt even touch her spear, and it just deflected by itself. There was no time to be in awe at the opponents feat. With her spear shunted out of bound, using her shield as a gauntlet, she delivered a strike at her foes stomach C yet once again, the hooded brawler blocked her punch and gripped his fingers onto her shield, halting her movement wholly. She tried to pull her fist back, but as if it was lodged between boulders, the tip of her shield remained tightly within his unmovable clutch.
I suppose one would have to do, the Sentinel murmured. With Stelies spear still wobbling in the air, the ecliant gripped the neck of it with his free hand and then effortlessly snapped the tip off of the spears shaft. Armed with a makeshift shiv, he returned a swift pierce towards Stelies chest.
With the tip of the spear being a hair away from her leather chestplate, Stelie released the broken spear from her hand C and in an instant, she unsheathed the shortsword by her waist and parried the shiv, launching it away from her foes grip. Steel yourself, Stelie told herself and gritted her teeth as sweat dampened her brows and palms C she could taste the saltiness on the edge of her lips.
With his weapon disarmed, the faintly frustrated ecliant yanked her shield and pulled Stelie closer to him before executing a side kick to her stomach.
The kick threw Stelie a few paces backwards. The sole of his boot smeared dirt all over her leather armour. The blow from his foot felt as if a log of wood was hurled at her belly. Thats an ecliant, alright Stelie groaned as her vision blurred slightly, her steps were staggering, and she felt as if she was about to retaste her dinner any moment soon. She dug her shortsword into the ground and leaned on it as if it were a cane.
A pity. You rebels should have known better than to go against the Prophets rule. The Sentinel mumbled as he leapt towards the dazed Stelie with his fist clenched.
Watch out, Stel!
The ecliants fist never reached Stelie. It merely grazed the tip of her nose and breezed her face C but a far stronger and faster gust blew past her face as if it was a boulder launched from a catapult and landed between Stelie and the Sentinel. Shards of shattered wood sprinkled between the two and pasted to the Sentinels knuckles.
What was that? Stelie was frozen in shock at the bolide that skimmed past her fleece. She glanced down at the space between where she stood and the ecliants C a warhammer the length of her entire body, its spike-coated iron head fully buried in the dirt C yet its wooden handle had been wholly snapped apart from protecting Stelie. Abe? Stelie turned her head to the side, only to find the captain of the band rushing down the hill like a raging bull.
You alright, Stel!? he screamed out from across the field, yet his roaring voice made it seem as if he was right next to her. The musclehead fool had hurled his warhammer from halfway across the meadow to shield Stelie away from the ecliants fist C uncaring that hed be left unarmed amidst a swarm of hungry and spiteful hyenas.
Just my luck The Sentinel clicked his tongue as he held onto his bloody and splintered knuckle. Our bout will have to halt here, Im afraid. The skilful ecliant lastly tucked his tail between his legs and fled just like his commander.
Stelie fitted her boots and hastily paced forward. As if IdC Before she could finish her words C a sharp feeling graced her shoulder. Her body lunged back slightly from the blow as she felt the sleeve on her right arm slowly becoming heavier and drencher. She gazed to the right, and as if she had grown a pike on her arm, an arrow was lodged deeply into her shoulder. The shot was clean and seamless, Stelie hardly even noticed the bolt, nor could she feel much pain despite her punctured flesh. Who couldve Stelie panted as she lifted her head to where the arrow could have been loosened from C only to sight the swine that she was after, nocking an arrow by the Iron Trail.
Make haste, Symon! Let us dally no longer! the Heart Commander, who had not fled yet, ordered his man. If you perish now C how would I ever face the Prophet again? he shouted before aiming his wooden arrow at the scorching meadow once more C and with his thick fingers, he let loose another stream of straight arrows. For a man of his plump stature, his archery stance was flawless and still C befitting for a nobleman who should have received the best mentors that arks could hire in Xearth.
As if Id ever fall from this, the Sentinel named Symon sighed, though it was hard for him to hide his grin. He continued his retreat with his back facing Stelie, knowing that he had his lord covering him with rains of arrows.
The ecliant was fast C far faster than Stelie or any other rebels, and her injury and the hails of arrows falling upon her head were surely not helping her predicament.
Might as well Though her body was quaking and her arm was going numb, Stelie took in a deep breath of the smoky air and snapped the arrow off of her shoulder C before braving into the storm of arrows. Leaping and ducking, yet never halting C she charged through the field, with arrows skimming past but never piercing her hide. Yet no matter how much her legs strained and her feet swelled, the ecliant was still far too fast for her to catch him in time. Take this then, with no other plan at her disposal, Stelie unbuckled her round shield from her forearm C and as if it was a silver platter, she poured all of her remaining vigour into her left arm and threw it from the field of fire to the stream of the Iron Trail.
The shield surfed the waves of the sky C and for a brief moment, all combatants and beasts halted their ceaseless squabbles to gaze in awe at the low-slung shooting comet.
The swine armed with a bow could never hope to dodge it with his stubby legs, and it collided against his pudgy stomach C if not for his thick skin and fat, it would have surely pierced into his innards. The Heart Commander fell to the dirt as he cowered and hugged his belly C his cry could be heard all the way from the Iron Trail to the grassland, scaring even the mightiest of beasts and grizzliest of men.
Stelies moment of triumph was ephemeral, for Symon had reached his crumbled Lord.
Though his right fist was shredded and splintered, with his left, the Sentinel effortlessly lifted his commander off the dirt and rested him upon a steed before he, too, mounted the stallion and saddled away down the Iron Trail C leaving the rebel foes and their morose troops behind.
Damn it Stelie kicked the lump of grassy dirt by her feet while staring bleakly as the shadow of the fleeing horse dwindled little by little. What would they think of me now? The thought plagued Stelies head as her nails dug deeply into her palms, and her lips were pierced by her fangs. The cries of dying men, the wails of perishing beasts, the sounds of breaking steel C all drowned out of her ears, while her head felt empty as if the water had been sucked out of it, all except for the repeated beating of her heart. Whos that? Trapped in the prison of her mind, her body shook side to side by itself, and faint screams tried to etch themselves into Stelie.
Stel! You good!?
Being violently shaken awake, Stelie broke free from her own spell, and afront her was Abe, his sweaty hands were shoving her shoulders C his heavy grip slightly stung the wound on her right.
Did that Black whooped ya harder than I thought? To add insult to injury, he pressed his palm on Stelies forehead as if she were a child who succumbed to a fever.
If her head wasnt steaming then, it sure was now. Knock it off, Stelie slapped his giant hand aside. Sorry. I let them escape. She gritted her teeth, with her rosy face losing its tint.
Lighten up, dolly. No use moping about it now, nor is it the best time for it. Blithe as ever, Abe cackled as if Stelies mishaps were no more than mere happenstances. A commanders head would be a fine gift for Frou and all C but a hostage isnt what were here for.
Of course, Stelie mumbled as she stared across the grassland once more. Beyond the flames of war and seas of corpses C her orange orbs lay their sight upon the spoils. Crates and wagons of rare ores and precious gemstones that were to be transported to the Ironmount Institution were left on the campsite for the taking C no doubt hundreds of deserters from both sides have already fled the battle with their pockets filled as much as possible.
Glad ya back in high spirits! Its nigh-time for this night to come to an end, dont ya think? Abe roared, not only for Stelie but for all to bear his command C and warning. Even though his warhammer was ruined by the Sentinel, Abe still charged back onto the field, with only his arms and legs as weapons to mow down ecliants and beasts in his path.
A droplet of water caressed the tip of Stelies nose, and it wasnt her sweat. She lifted her neck upward, and more droplets poured onto her little by little C drenching her body and cleansing her wounds.
As if Ark himself had intervened, the rain of night descended upon the scorching meadow C quelling the fiery furies imposed upon it by Arks prodigal servants and released steamy smoke unto his heavenly abode.
Streams of water cleansed the land of tainted flesh and blood that spoiled the soil C returning glimmers of its former glory.Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author.
The water pacified the remaining meterases and forced them to tuck tail and seek shelters within the Junkwoods, under the forests embrace.
The torrent halted any arrows from trying to reach their heights. With no commander at the helm and nature having turned their back on them, the Sentinels retreated from all directions, looting treasures and corpses as they ran. The valiant few who remained, instead of their steel colliding against their foes, merely slipped away from each other and never reached the marks flesh.
The once mighty fiery beacon that stood tall at the hearth of the site, too, succumbed to the rains wrath C until the great bonfire was no more than a blackened grave, haunted by smoke and ashes.
An act of His? If only Stelie reached her hand out to catch the rain, but her delicate palm was unable to hold no more than a few droplets.
Amidst the heavy rain, the sounds of paws pacing speedily stood out from the downpour. Small steps of steel pressing onto the muddy ground, yet never halting and only moving faster C as if it was on a mission.
What is that? Stelie pointed her sword at the source of the clamour C only to find a steel mutt rushing towards her. The meteras was no bigger than a toddler, yet it still braved the storm despite its ilk having retreated to the forest C its small body was wrapped in dampened cloth as if it was a bandage. Wait Stelie posed her sword down gently.
The dog dashed past Stelie and kept going C unminding of the rain weighing down its small body, nor the giants who could crush him under their boots at any moment. It kept racing through the grassland until it reached the end of the quenched bonfire.
Who are those? Stelie squinted her eyes towards the mutt that was barking away and wagging its tail blissfully C and afront it was three humans, though they hardly seemed humans any longer under all of their drenched welts and scars.
Two naked prisoners, a boy with skin of charcoal and the other of chalk, were carrying a freak of a human on their shoulders C if not for his faint panting and twitching, Stelie would not have believed that a carcass littered with that many mutilations could still be warmed with life. Their steps were heavy and sluggish despite not bearing any clothing. Their bodies were lathered with purple bruises, darkened gashes, and swollen bumps as if they had braved into the fray against the vilest beasts C yet they persisted with their march. The unforgiving rain poured upon their drained bodies as if it was pushing them down to their graves C and they soon succumbed to their injuries and fell to the mud where they stood. Though its owners had perished, the mutt refused to leave their side C whimpering and licking its wounds away in the rain despite its own stomach wound behind the layer of bandage.
Im sorry. May your souls find rest Stelie bid her prayers to the strangers of the battlefield C though even she herself had never found solace in these verses. She gripped her sword tightly within her palm as she descended into the flooded field once more. People are counting on me She looked down at a puddle of water by her feet, and her face upon it was blank and colourless, she could hardly tell who that person was C yet herself did not matter, but only her mandated duty.
The battle has been cruel and long, and as the rain of judgement began to abate C so too must the bloody night be curtained.
The rain has ended C to make the stage for the rising sun. Birds soared in the sky to welcome the new morn with their songs, while vultures and flies swarmed the bloody grassland to receive their breakfasts. The morning mist scattered and revealed the sight of the ended battle. Corpses and torn limbs rooted themselves into the soil as if they were saplings to be nurtured.
The squad of Sentinels had all but been subdued, and the six-star sigil had been toppled by the four-star. A first proper victory for the rebels in a long while, though not at a hefty cost of their own. If it had not been for their ambush being under the shroud of night and following the Blacks interference by the mets C Stelie doubted that their squad of feeble humans would have been able to defeat ecliant elites.
Stelie walked across the field. The foul stench of rotting corpses filled her nose, yet she did not plug them away nor hide her eyes C it would be a dishonour for the fallen to not bear their grisly ends.
The remaining members of the band of rebels were scavenging the campsite for loots, freeing prisoners, and detaining any surrendered Sentinels C though Stelie could tell from their sullen grimace and faded scars that there was nothing they wanted more than to execute them on the spot.
Stelie held onto her shoulder, and it had yet to stop stinging. The wound she received from the hooded Sentinel had been bandaged over with a loincloth C awaiting proper care when they would return to their hideout.
Stelie kept wandering the meadow until she reached where Abe was C his stature as mighty as ever, with not even a single scratch on his charcoal pelt. He was standing atop the last enemy C a boy writhing helplessly in the mud.
Abe outwardly heard her footsteps and turned his head back. Oh, Stel? Hows everything on your end?
Good so far. Some prisoners are willing to join our cause. The few Sentinels still kicking should serve well as hostages. She paused to think of how to best word the next part. However, only twelve out of the seventeen wagons of ores were collected C the Blacks deserters took away the rest amidst the battle, Stelie reported C not a detail missing. It was a victory, but a feeble victory C their olden days of rebellion had surely not returned yet.
Frou wouldnt be too happy bout this. Oh well, what can you do about it? Im sure well have other chances. Abe laughed as he always does, yet his smile did not persist for long C its arc dropped when he stared down at the dying Sentinel.
Stelie, too, stared at the ecliant.
His right arm was gnawed off entirely, chunks of meat puffed out like red cotton, and his bone looked as if it was sawed off C no doubt only a meteras could have committed such an act. His stomach was also pierced by an arrow C it was still lodging inside his body, plugging away the blood ever so slightly and delaying the inevitable. His once kempt black garment, decorated with the Sentinels prideful gold hexagram, was no more than tattered rags now. Living seemed worse than dying for the crawling ecliant, yet his death couldnt come soon enough. Though Abe wasnt as bright as his brother, even he no doubt knew that the ecliants day was numbered.
Abe crouched down next to the boy and met his gaze. Thats a hell of a predicament you caught yourself into, friend. I fear that aint getting better anytime soon, though his words were crass, his voice wasnt as abrasive as usual and, instead, mellower.
Save your empty words, you motherless bastard! the struggling lad cussed, with blood trailing down his lips. The Centum Order will crush you all like ants, as we once had C mark my last words when yours comes! Even at his dying breath, the ecliant still had a lot of verve left to scream at his foe.
I fear not of the end C so long as there were meaning to reach there, Abe muttered to the boy or perhaps to himself or even others.
The ecliant gave no rebuttal. If looks could kill C his orbs of red surely would have slain Abe on the spot.
Tell me, boy. The glamours and splendours that you steelmen indulged in at the wake of the night C did you partake in such acts? Abe asked the dying man as he gazed around the campsite that once hosted a fete for ecliants C remnants of human cages, torture devices, leather whips, and tattered garments rested upon the grass as if they were parts of nature.
Such frivolous deeds are meaningless to me. Ark, be my witness and judge, I live to defend my land from you scoundrels C nothing else matters. With no hesitation, the Rook Sentinel replied as if to condemn his fellow men in black.
Nothing else matters Stelie brewed upon his words.
Fine enough answer for a steelman. Abe chuckled faintly before standing up and unsheathing the sword by his waist. He swiftly pointed the blade at the ecliants throat, which the lad did not try to dodge nor beg. Last words, perhaps? Abe kindly offered.
Wait, Abe Stelie mumbled by his side C she could not even tell if it was loud enough for him to hear her chords.
I fear that he does not have much time left to wait, said Abe. His eyes were ever-fixed upon the bleeding boy.
Please, just a moment Stelie pleaded. She stood between Abe and the ecliant, forcing his wavering brown eyes to meet her still orange orbs.
At last, Abe stared back at her C and for once, he had no crude nor snarky remarks to make. The giant reluctantly drove his sword away and granted some space to Stelie and the ecliant.
Stelie steeled her nerve and knelt down next to the ecliant. Whose faith do you hold, bitter stranger? she whispered to the fading soul.
As if youd need to ask? he spat at Stelies face. The one and all Ark Almighty Oh Lord, wait for me. Ill be by your side soon With feeble strength, he pledged his fidelity to one who was not even there for his final moment.
Neither his spit nor crude words slighted Stelie. With her eyes closed, she then gently wrapped both of her hands between his one hand C it was stony and rough as if it had not felt a touch from another flesh in years. Oh Lord, be kind and just. Another to yield and bask in your grace. Judge nought for his departure but for his deeds. May you bless him with eternal rest. May you carve his time among the stars. May you grant him passage to your faraway abode, Stelie prayed with his hand between hers, warming his cold fingers ever so little, or at least to somewhere far away from here. She muttered a last verse that existed nought in any Arkive.
With her prayer finished, Stelie slowly opened her eyes C only to find the ecliants hand had softened as faint droplets of tears rolled down his face. His once grim grimace painted red with rage had worn away C revealing a blank visage of a man who had no thoughts left. No words needed to be uttered as the unfortunate soul shut his eyes and grasped onto Stelies hand tightly C no matter how hard his grip was and how deep his chipped nails were digging into her skin, Stelie would not let go.
As gentle and quick as a man of Abe''s size could make, he drove his sword into the ecliants heart. The sound was silent. No lamentations nor curses. No blood splatters or iron clashes.
The morning birds lone lulled for the young ecliants farewell as his breath dwindled slowly and slowly until the ballad was no longer needed.
Only after his body no longer moved did Stelie gently pry his fingers away from hers. The marks that his palm left behind on hers ached in a way that she had not felt for a long time.
The boy better be countin his blessings that he had Sister Stelie herself to part his last rite, Abe tried to muster a laugh. He wiped the blood off the edge of his blade with his own garment C normally, he would have just wiped it onto the cloth of a corpse.
I told you to stop calling me that. Stelie sighed as she stood back up. Im just glad that it is over.
For today, yes. A first of many. Abe chuckled wryly. We should return soon. Frou ought to hear the tales of our conquest, his common laughter at last returned.
Yes, lets. Stelie chortled lightly.
The two comrades in arms began to walk their way back to their band C and readied to bid their farewell to this soiled morn. From a distance, Stelie could spot their brethren wrapping things up on their end C the prisoners were freed, the hostages were bound, and the cargos were secured.
As they reached the grave of the once mighty bonfire, beyond its ashy remnants were the three boys and the steel mutt that Stelie noticed earlier.
Nude, tattered, beaten, and coated in ash C they had all collapsed when Stelie last saw them, yet as if it was a miracle from Ark, the two naked boys twitched their fingers slightly. Stelie rubbed her eyes repeatedly before eyeing their corpses once more C and what was once merely feeble twitches became sluggish movements and faint squirms. Like dead men risen back from their graves, the two lads slowly stood back up on their feet C and despite being naked and covered in ashes and bruises, their brittle arms never faltered away from their scarred friend in the middle, as they, too, raised him up.
Well, Ill be damned. Maybe I oughta actually start believing in this Ark fella, Abe jested C he was no man of faith, but even he could not believe the sight before him. Those little punks sure got some spunk left in them.
So itd seem. Stelie worded briefly while her eyes stretched open widely C she was a woman of faith, and even she could not believe the sight before her.
Stelie hastily marched towards them, with Abe following behind her.
Their arrival wasnt met with a warm welcome, however. Though strength had seeped from their limbs, and the morning breeze was freezing their nude body C the two ashen boys and the steel mutt all took a defensive stance and barked at the armed strangers before them.
Stay away, you beasts! the boy with one leg cried out frailly as he tried to swipe his slender hand at Abe C but of course, he missed.
Though the feeble attempt met with no success, nor did it even come close to grazing Abes auburn vest, his eyes still scowled as his muscles tensed up. You little Listen hereC
Before Abe could finish his words, the desperate boy quickly unbuckled his wooden leg and tried to hit Abe with it as if it were a club. Abe effortlessly caught the leg and pushed the crippled down to the ground with a light touch. Now Im mad! If not for his bald head, Stelie was sure that Abes hair would have spiked up in rage by now.
The boy with an egg head rested his maimed friend to the ground once more before stepping in front of his friends and raising his hands up. I will take the full merit for slaying the monkey. These fools could never have accomplished such a feat without me. So no need to take away those useless clowns as well, just me is plenty. His voice was weak and soft, yet it remained unshaken C as were his eyes of sapphire, never hiding away from Stelie and Abes.
The small meteras joined in the fray and barked raucously as if to make an argument of their own.
Abe scratched his unkempt beard as the boys words fell on deaf ears. The monkey? What? Will you both calm down? Were not one of the Blacks. Were the FirsC
Were against them. Stelie stopped Abe. If you wish, we could help you. She proposed.
Her words did not seem to move the boys resolve. Go, Peg. Bring Evens and Scrapper back to Miss Num. Ill try to hold them back for as long as I can. Though he could barely stand, and even a light breeze could topple him over, the ashen boy lifted up both fists and stood before his friends.
The crippled boy readjusted his wooden leg and approached the bald boy as if he was the enemy. You run with Evens, Ill stay. What makes you think that I could run with my leg C let alone while carrying someone on top of it.
Shut it for once, Rupert. Just let me have it this time, the bold kid pushed his one-legged friend aside.
In return, the peg-legged kid, too, pushed his bald-headed friend aside. You shut it. A scrawny runt like you wont be able to hold them for nothing C let me do it. Just promise to take care of Ruby for meC
How about you both shut it and listen to the pretty lady here? A voice not of their own or anyone Stelie knew of came forth. It was eery yet jovial at the same time.
Whos there? With her hand firmly rested upon the hilt of her sword, Stelie turned her head around to find the source of the intruding voice, but she could not find anyone C until she gazed at the quelled bonfire, the burial of ashes seemed to be unable to contain its host.
From the pile of cinders, a man rose up from it. His hair was as white as snow, and his eyes as blue as the sky. His skin was of ivory and was shrunken like a prune. The ashes slipped away from his naked body like water.
Who is he? Stelie thought as she hesitantly unsheathed her blade C unable to tell whether he was a foe or not.
Blueyard? How are you stillC the boy named Rupert asked with a shocked look as if he had just seen a man rose from the dead.
Lets chalk it up to a mean twist of fate. The man jeered. But that is hardly important right now C if you two dont act fast, patch-lad oer there wont be seeing the sun of the next morn. With his slender finger, thinner than a branch, he pointed down at the lone boy who was not partaking in this quandary.
The boy named Owl looked back to Rupert in a hurry. No time to waste. You need to run backC
As if he had teleported behind the boy, the pale man smacked his bald head C his footsteps were so soft like a cat that Stelie did not even notice he had moved. Run back? To the Bottom Barrel? Ya sure you even know how to get back there? Or even have the strength for that?
The two boys did not have a retort C their once gallant fronts turned to awkward laughter.
And even if you could somehow find your way back C do you honestly think that a backwater hole such as that would have the means to cure your buddy there?
The two boys did not have a retort C their awkward laughter was soon replaced by stammering faces.
And even if he does get by C do you think the Barrel wouldnt be the first place that the Sentinels would revisit after this little scuffle?
The two boys did not have a retort C their stammering faces soured, and their heads drooped from their necks as if it was about to roll off at any moment.
Splendid. So be good boys C lower your heads and beg the pretty lady and burly gentleman to save your hinds. The man named Blueyard wrapped his skinny palms around both of their domes and pressed them down to face the dirt C he, too, bowed alongside them.
Though the snowy man looked no more than a pitiful husk C his bowing form, however, was impeccable. His body and stance were swift, straight, and unwavering C Stelie could hardly believe that a common prisoner such as him could execute such sophisticated etiquettes that even most Lords and Ladies of the Centum Order struggled to uphold.
Please help Evens! The peg-legged boy bowed and begged C his form was crooked and bent slightly to the right.
Please. Im begging ya. The bald lad bowed and mumbled C his form was sound, but his limbs were a bit tense.
The steel dog, too, bowed its head until its snout could huff in the dirt while wagging its tail left to right C its form was faultless.
I dont know if I want to anymore after what youve done, Abe grunted, it wasnt like him to be peeved off this much at mere kids antics.
Abe Stelie smacked his massive arm, though it didnt seem to hurt him much.
Im serious here. Even if I wanted to adopt these little shits C our camp isnt exactly brimming with so many resources that we could just share with any misfortunate sap.
They can take my share then. Stelie stomped her foot.
Stelie Why do you keep doing this to yourself? Abe sighed, his eyes wandering away from Stelies eyes and to the wound on her shoulder. Stop being unreasonable, for once.
I believe itd do you some good to heed that lesson as well, brother.
Stelie and Abe turned to the silky and temperate voice C only to find the man that Abe deemed to be anything but silky and gentle.
Though they were brothers, it was only in name. The doctor had chalky skin and orbs of brown C his stature could not even begin to match Abes. He adorned a brown coat and a leather bag strapped onto his back C no doubt carrying items that only a practitioner of the healing arts would need. Yet no matter how oddly cladded he may be, wrapped between his waist was the same colour of the band of rebels C entwined tightly and untattered.
Took you and your squad long enough. Only after the battle ended at that. Abe scoffed.
Well, my line of work needs me not to be at the heart of the battle. You are much more suited for that, brother. The doctor returned Abes jeer in kind before approaching the three boys and the pale man. He crouched down next to the boy littered in scars and blanketed under a tattered Sentinel flag. This boy Its a wonder that he is alive at all Callen mumbled, his eyes tracing every wound and scars on the boys body.
Please, you need to save him. Unable to sway his big brother, the bald boy resorted to begging Callen instead.
The kind doctor of the rebel band offered the owl boy a brief smile before turning his head back to Abe. Brother, Ive taken a great interest in this boy here. May I please bring him along with us back to camp? I will take care of his wounds. His mere words brought deep gasps and widened pupils to the ashen lads.
And how would you do so? We have our own to take care of C and wounds like his arent so cheap to treat, Abes sardonic tongue only seemed to surface whenever his brother was around.
He could use my portion. And if theres any left, please share it with others. Stelie stepped forward C shielding strangers and standing against her ally.
Stelies mind had begun to become hazy. Her eyes were losing their vision as her limbs tired all over C her body had yet to reacclimate to the strain of war. Yet she could not stand down yet, even if she had to dig her sword into the dirt to use it as a support pillar. Everyones eyes were aiming at hers C eyes as if they were sighting someone perhaps crazy, caring, or cool.
Stel Abe grumbled as he glared down at Stelies red-soaked shoulder once more C yet his anger did not compel him to shake Stelie aside.
Cmon, surely you would not want to abandon three poor boys and a charming chap to their demise? Arent you supposed to be the good guys here? the pale man with silky hair wept crocodile tears.
You be quiet. What do you even know about us? Abe grouched at the nosy convict.
Please, brother. Callen pleaded by Stelies side, on the behest of people whom he had just met.
The giant gnashed his teeth to a terrifying sound, as if stones were crushing against each other. If he wanted to, his hulking hands could have easily swatted away everyone in his path C yet as if they were bounded by invisible shackles, Abe merely crossed his arms. Oh enough, Abe sighed tiredly C he looked more exhausted here than he was during the battle. If both the doctor and the princess insist upon it C what could I possibly do then? Suit yourselves, Abe glowered before turning his back and walking away from the burial site of the once great flame.
Thank you, brother. Callen smiled C his words were so faint that Stelie doubted Abe could have heard them. Alright, follow me, everyone. Were about to depart soon.
Thank you! the two boys bowed until their foreheads touched the ground alongside the mutt.
Were going on another adventure! Isnt this exciting, boys? the blue-eyed ashen man cheered as he wrapped his arms around the two boys C he seemed even happier than the lads were.
Stelie smiled gently at the tender sight amidst the wake of a bloodbath. Though their bodies were bared, ragged, and marred C their beams ever held. Such fleeting moments, Stelie hadnt felt ever since their humble band of rebels first shared cups of the same wine C and those boys did it all for a friend at deaths door. She glanced down at the boy littered with scars and faded stitch marks C if she hadnt squinted her eyes, she doubted that shed be able to notice how many there were and how old they could be. May Ark bless you Stelie bid her last prayer of the day to both the fortunate and the unfortunate ones. She gazed her eyes back to the ruined meadow, housing people that did not belong on the cold and desolated plains but warm and wistful homes C if only Ark had blessed them too.
Chapter 17 – Sydra: “Plain Sight”
Please watch your steps, Lord Bellamy. Sydra tenderly held the old gentlemans wrinkly hand as they walked down the steep, stony steps C upon just finishing their praying session at the Hall of Ark.
Oh, youre too kind, dear. Lord Bellamy said as he fixed his monocle, his tone soft and feeble as ever. He wasnt terribly frail in mind, nor was his body decaying C but he could certainly lose some weight. Pray Ark be kind, and my wish for a fitter shell bears fruits. He laughed between each gasp for breath, flowing through the gaps of his gilded teeth.
Sydra merely grinned softly and dodged his droopy silver eyes C she knew better than to probe further regarding such touchy matters.
Ouch! A squeaky voice akin to that of a mouse came from behind the pair.
Sydra creakily turned her neck around like a scary witch. Mai, will you please get a hold of your footing? This was the ninth time of the day that Sydra had to advise her.
My apologies, Lady Sydra. The young girl bowed her head low, and as if her light blonde hair were veils, they hid away her blushed cheeks C though she didnt bow low enough to hide away her sneering mope as well. As Sydra was the Prophets secretary C Mai was her very own personal attendant. The imprudent girl with a charcoal body wore a dazzling grey dress with white frills to prayer, and now she has to suffer the consequences of her actions C having to walk down the many steps of the Arkeep, all while tripping over her own dresstail at every instance.
Take it easy on the lassie, Sydra. It wasnt as though you were the keenest of all when you first arrived at the Arkeep either, Lord Bellamy chuckled softly.
Of course, Lord Bellamy. Sydra smiled wryly before turning her gaze back to Mai C her own orbs of blue met her orbs of red. No words were uttered, but Sydra trusted that her glower was enough to convey her intention to her aloof servant.
My sincerest gratitude, Lord Bellamy. I am underserving of such kindness. Mai awkwardly bobbed a curtsy to the Lord, almost tripping over herself again.
How did I ever get her under my wing? Sydra sighed internally while maintaining a composed outward demeanour.
Seeing such hearty and spirited youths still linger in our days C I cant help but feel blessed that Ark has still allowed me to roam his realm for this long. The old ecliant wiped a single tear beneath his monocle.
Please perish such thoughts, Lord Bellamy. No doubt your days are still long ahead. I shudder to think how troubled the realm would be without such capable minds such as yourself by the Prophets side.
Im afraid I am little no more than a faithful old man who merely likes to gossip all day long. Nothing Ive done so far would earn me the favour of Ark, Lord Bellamy murmured, his voice dwindling as he gasped for further air. The old Centum Lord had always been a devout Children of Ark C aside from His Heavenlier, Sydra hardly knew anyone else as devoted to Ark as he.
Lord Bellamy Thatcher was not only an Ace but also the Founder of the Seven Seas Publishing House and the Daily Centum C Sydra found it hard to believe that a man who held the circulation of information throughout the entirety of Xearth on his fingertip would think so little of his own pedigree. A tailored silky white vest, a pair of dragon-leathered loafers, and a gilded monocle that rivalled the cost of a small keep C for a man of such modest temperament, his choice of garment was certainly extravagant.
If I may be so bold to ask C but what prayers did you part to Ark at the Golden Hall? asked Sydra.
The old man stood still for a moment like a statue, his hand still holding onto Sydras, leaving her unable to yank her palm away. He began to have a huge coughing fit, as usual. His spit splattering everywhere, and the rough sound of his cough echoed throughout the wide hall of the Arkeep C putting the fear of Ark into the few oblivious Lords and Ladies who had just finished their daily prayer. Sorry about that, dear. He wiped the edge of his lips. At this age, one ought to wish no more than good health, I suppose.
Yes, I do suppose so. Sydra unveiled a handkerchief and gifted it to the sickly lord.
But whether Im strong or not C only Ark could decide that. Im content with leaving my faith to his benevolence. I only hope that more folks would do so as well. Lord Bellamy then gracefully dabbed the handkerchief over his face.
Sydra had no answer to that.
It certainly does not help when half of the Aces are faithless heathens, Mai mumbled beneath her breath C failing to notice that even the faintest words of hers could be heard amidst the vast and vacant hall.
Mai would normally hear no rebuttal from Sydra C but as the secretary of His Heavenlier, she had to uphold duties beyond her wants and needs. Such profanity could land you four walls within the Ironmount if you do not mind your tongue, Mai, Sydra warned the clumsy maiden.
My apologies, Lady Sydra. Like a parrot, that was all she knew to say.
Despite the awkward silence, the Lord did not seem to be offended at his peers being belittled. As they reached the end of the long flight of stairs, Lord Bellamy chortled heartily, his bloated belly nearly plopped out of his white vest. For once, both Sydra and Mai shared a bewildered look as they stared wordlessly at the laughing lord. Aint that the truth, he wiped away the tears from his lids. For all the lords and ladies who swore fealty to Ark and His Heavenlier C a lot of them sure seem to believe the opposite to have occurred. As if his graceful guise had melted away under all that layer of garments, the ecliant lord crudely remarked C unbothered whether any passers-by could heed his words.
Sydra tried to change the topic and turned back to Mai C leaving the laughing lord to his own device. Have there been any new tidings regarding His Heavenlier?
Unfortunately not, Lady Sydra.
That grinning fool Sydra cursed inside her head. The Prophet has been missing from the Arkeep for many days now C all without even giving Sydra a word beforehand.
Theres no need to worry over him, dear. No harm would befall him. Hed return soon, said Lord Bellamy upon calming down from his sudden bout of joy.
If theres anyone who may know where he is, thatd be him, Sydra thought.
Well, would you not plead for me to tell you where he is? asked Lord Bellamy as his eyebrows rose.
That would not be necessary. I believe in my Lord.
Would you still believe in him if I tell you he is engaging in colourful acts that no man of faith should be doing? And at an equally colourful place where no man of faith should be?
Sydra released the Lords hand from hers. I am sure he has his just reasons. No place for me to put doubt in his decisions.
But, of course. As do I, dear. If Ark had willed him to be endowed in all desire of life C then that must be whats for the best. The ecliant lord grinned dryly with his parched lips.
Sydra merely smiled in silence, with her eyes squinted. If she had reacted to every provocation enacted upon herself and His Heavenlier, surely she would have been sent to the darkest corner of the Ironmount Institution C but whether it was due to the obnoxious silence or the steamy closed hall, Sydras smile did not seem to hold. Ive always been curious, My Lord. Sydra poked her finger to her chin. What gifts have you been given to allow you to oversee all matters of Xearth? Could you, perchance, have feathered wings etched to your body to soar the realm? Or do you perhaps have all-seeing eyes blessed unto your head by Ark?
You made it sound more impressive than it actually is. Luck and faith are all I need. Lord Bellamy chuckled.
When will my luck come about then? Mai moped in her own corner, though Sydra couldnt really blame the poor girl after how much faith she had dedicated to the Creed of Ark.
Heres some advice for you then, young missy, Lord Bellamy acknowledged the young ecliants tantrum. Bide your time well, for it will come C and when it does, do not hesitate.
Mais face was still, and her eyes blanked, she couldnt look more bored even if she had tried C as if she had just heard the most obvious and pompous advice ever uttered.
Im sure she would take that judicious lesson to heart, Lord Bellamy. Sydra thanked on behalf of the snoring attendant.
Of course she will, as will you. Lord Bellamy turned back to Sydra.
Excuse me? spoke Sydra C for she was no child throwing a tantrum.
The country is in turmoil, and another Sentinel envoy had been attacked by rebel forces C and yet all while this commotion is descending upon the realm, its people could only look forward to the frivolous Centum Tourney, while their Prophet is too frolicking away, afar from his seat by the side of Ark. The old lord fixed his gilded monocle.
Apologies for my ignorance C but I fail to see how such worldly matters could be ordained upon my humble shoulders. Sydra lowered her gaze.
You dont need the wisdom of Ark to understand it, dear. The Lord chuckled faintly, though somehow still emanating an air of nobility. I am in no station to question neither Ark nor His Heavenliers actions C but at this point in time, with no brothers nor sisters by his side, you are the closest one to warm his throne. If theres anyone who could steer his heart and be privy to his secrets that even I could not pry C then it would be you. I just pray that you would not hesitate when deciding on what matters most.
To His Heavenlier or the realm?
To yourself, dear.
Sydra did not answer. It wasnt as though she had no rebuttals to make C yet as if they were defying her will, her tongue would not roll, and her lips would not open.
A thought for you to ponder, dear. Permit bravery be tempered into thy soul. Lord Bellamy recited the Seventh Tenet from the Arkive, whereupon there are nine tenets in total. I believe Id be able to manage it from here. He marched forward mightily as if his once portly body had lightened akin to a feather. May Ark bless you towards what is right, Lady Sydra. The Ace tipped his head slightly down and ambled away down the hall, with not a single crease upon his fancy attire nor flaw upon his stride.
May Ark bless your day, Lord Bellamy! Mai shouted, unminding of where she was or who she was shouting to.
May Ark watch over you, Lord Bellamy, Sydra muttered as she squinted over her eyeglasses C glaring at the lords plump body slowly becoming smaller and smaller until he was at last out of the sight of her sapphire eyes. The words he foreboded lingered in her mind. If they had come from any other person, Sydra would have simply shrugged it off C but for a man of his conniving and scheming talent, she could not seem to shake it off her head.
Lady Sydra? The imprudent child waved her hand at Sydras face. Are you alright?
Im fine. Sydra cleared her throat and fixed her glasses. Let us return to work. Weve dallied away for long enough. I am due to meet Lady Brooks in the noon. Sydra reminded the forgetful girl. Lady Brooks had travelled all the way from Harford to Sentry for this meeting C itll be a great disgrace for His Heavenliers name if Sydra were to fail to properly receive such a distinguished scholar, let alone the Arbiter of Justice herself. Sydra had never studied in her department during her time at Harford, but she had heard that she was a rather strict and meticulous lady yet still beloved by her students.
Oh, cmon! Its still morning C the morning has barely even started yet, the girl returned to her tantrum, shaking her head side to side and fluttering her silver hair as if it was a mop. You dragged me to church before the sun even woke, and now you wont even let me break fast before cramming back me to my office? Some godly woman you are! she moaned and kicked her knees up and down. Bystanders who were none the wiser would surely think that Sydra was abusing the poor girl C though Sydra supposed the sentiment wasnt exactly wrong.
This little brat, Sydra felt a slight prickle on her noggin. Then, by all means C pay a visit to the pantry. Just dont get lost in your appetite again, and at least try to be back before noon comes aboutC As Sydra waved her hand and walked forward, a hug onto her wrist pulled her back, nearly tripping her.
Stop being such a hardass and come with me. I saw your pale face just now C you think you could work with an empty stomach like that?
Sydra swiftly retrieved her arm C and in an instant, she locked the impulsive lassies head between her forearm and bicep. Lady Mai, is that really how a lady at court should be speaking? Have I failed that miserably in instilling any semblance of decorum into this thick head of yours? With not a shred of hesitation in Sydras mind, she let her impulse take over, and she grinded her knuckles onto the squirming girls head gently but repeatedly.
Im sorry! Im sorry! Mai shrieked and flailed her arms up and down as if she were being tortured by the vilest torture instrument that even Newspecs couldnt create.
Content with the sloppy apology, Sydra released her from the headlock C that seemed to help Sydra more than it helped Mai. Good. Now get a move on, alreaC Before Sydra could finish her words, a rumbling sound that should never be heard coming from a member at court, let alone in the presence of other members, uttered out from directly below Sydras chin. Oh no She creakily twisted her neck towards Mai, only to find the girl who was in pain was now elated and grinning from ear to ear.
Well, well, well. I guess I could go by myself then, but I dont know how focused I could be at work if I were to keep getting disturbed by the rumbling of your stomaC
Alright, Ill go. Sydra palmed her face and sighed C to be defeated by a mere novice like Mai, if His Heavenlier had witnessed this, she would no doubt have been forced to resign on the spot.
I knew you would get around to it! Lets go then! As if they were sisters, Mai once more hugged Sydras arm and dragged her along down the hallway.
The prickling of her frilly dress tickled Sydra slightly, though they were nothing compared to the disdainful glare from the few ecliant charlatans prancing about the keep C an ecliant locking arms with a steelborn was undoubtedly a hard sight for them to bear.
Whats wrong? asked Mai with an innocent look.
Nothing. Im just thinking about how often you become famished and parched. Perhaps I should relocate your chamber to the pantry instead, Sydra dodged her question.
How dare you? Ill let you know thatC The young and spry lady rambled on and on, with no breaks nor breaths taken in between.
Though Sydra normally detested futile exchanges, perhaps her empty belly today did not grant her the energy to stop Mais yapping C she could merely smile and accept the bustling affair of her morning. I guess a break from time to time isnt too bad C for myself.
Pardon my words C but what are you doing here? Sydra clicked her tongue C her hunger sapped away in place of anger when she lay eyes on the man who was awaiting inside the castle kitchen.
His chalky face filled with smugness as he chomped down on a bright red apple that matched the tint of his eyes. Despite the summers heat, he still wore his usual brown coat and navy scarf around his neck C his brown mane was dripping in sweat, though Sydra knew he was too prideful to yield his stance anytime soon.
Cant a man just grab some breakfast without ire arrowed his way? Lord Bao grinned as he reached the core of his apple.
Is that right? Sydra rolled her eyes. The pantry was emptied of cooks and stewards, and Sydra could only see a few morsels of meat hanging on hooks and a handful of baskets of fruits and vegetables. How long has he been waiting here?
A fine morning to you, Lord Bao. Mai bobbed an elegant curtsy, better than most Sydra had seen coming from her.
The garrulous Ace did not bother to even grace her with a slight breath.
You do not need to be that callous towards her. Her fleece isnt cut down the middle like I am C just as you would prefer, right? the steelborn girl challenged the ecliant lord.
Lady Sydra, its alright. I dont really mind it. The young girl murmured gently, flustering like a blushing maiden as she did.
Sydra stared at Mai with crooked eyes C she would normally be elated to see her acting this prim and proper, but this enfolding scene was rather odd to stomach.
You think I dont know that? Lord Bao scoffed as he bit further into the apples core, even chewing the seeds. After all these years honing your wits, and your mind could still only think that far ahead. He sighed as if he was a disappointed teacher.Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.
And after all these years sharpening your tongue, and yet you could still not use it for any sort of grace. That was what Sydra wanted to say if Mai hadnt been here.
The awkward silence permeated the empty kitchen, with Sydra and Bao locking eyes, neither refusing to yield nor blink. The smell of raw onions and smoked sausages lingered in the chamber though they were no longer there C yet it still brought grumbles to the hollowest of stomachs.
I think I should return to my quarter. I do have a lot of work, after all. Mai laughed nervously while holding onto her squirming belly.
So now you want to leave? Sydra shook her head while scolding the brash girl, though she could not blame her for wanting to leave C Sydra herself was reaching there as well.
Excuse me, Lady Sydra. Mai smiled nervously as she slowly tiptoed backwards towards the entrance. May Ark bless a wonderful day to you, Lord Bao. She bowed her head deeply. As the lively attendant reached the door, a basket of apples was lying upon a neighbouring cupboard C one of the few semblances of food still stocked within the pantry. With her grumbling stomach clouding her reasoning, she snuck her little fingers in the straw basket and snatched an apple to eat along the journey back C but her accursed clumsiness struck another score, and she tumbled the entire fruit basket to the floor. The dozens of apples squashed and rolled throughout the stone tiles, while the cause of this mess was panicking and desperately trying to pick them back into the basket.
Just leave it, Mai. Sydra sighed. Go back and make preparations to greet Lady Brooks when I return. I trust you could manage that? requested Sydra C for she feared the clumsy girl would surely trip upon the littered apples if she persisted and would cause even more headache for Sydra.
Please excuse me, My Lady, My Lord. Mai hastily rose herself and bowed her head to cover her reddened face. The blushed girl then wasted no time darting out of the kitchen with her face draped over by her palms C at least this time; she did not trip over her long dress. Her embarrassed screeches could be heard echoing outside the hallway of the keep like a wailing phantom.
It seems she has taken quite a liking to you, Lord Bao. Sydra gnashed her teeth as she crouched to the floor and began to gather the dusted apples back into the basket C unminding her black attire becoming dirty in the process.
Tell me something I dont know. The philanderer smirked as if Sydra was complimenting his charm.
Very charming of you to just ignore the poor girl then, Sydra clicked her tongue in silence C however his boorishness managed to seduce Mai still eluded Sydras understanding.
To Sydras surprise, the gaudy lord, too, knelt down and gathered the scattered fruits alongside her.
Please do not dirty your hands for this, My Lord. Allow me to handle it. Sydra said wryly C it would them both if he would just leave the room.
Id rather do what I want than obey your orders. He ignored Sydras words as if they were no more than wisps of wind.
Suit yourself then Sydra sighed internally.
The apples scattered throughout the floors, some mashed, some whole, and some were being devoured by pests C and there were no brooms nor mop for this mess. Where are the servants? Sydra turned her head to the many corners of the empty pantry, hoping that they were merely hiding away in one of the cupboards. Sydra had to have gathered as many as two dozen apples by now. Sweat was trickling down her neck, and her back was squirming in pain C but she refused to let any of those feelings lay visible on her face. Though when she lifted her face to gander at the lord whom she was expecting to be struggling with menial labour, instead, not even a lick of water drenched upon his scruffy brown hair, nor was his face grimacing from fatigue. Sydra felt a prickly sensation in her head whenever she had to stare at his self-satisfied grin.
Sydra gritted her teeth and fastened her picking C the silence was becoming rather unpleasing. How has your dayC
Where has your master gone to now?
I beg your pardon? Sydra heard him loud and clear C the kindness to allow him to take back his words would not be offered twice.
The Prophet? His Heavenlier? Archetype Nine? Whatever accolades you prefer to name him by. Has he eluded from your watch again? the insolent Ace spoke nonchalantly C profane jabbers that the craven would never dare to utter in front of His Heavenlier himself.
His Heavenlier isnt a pet to be under watch C he is free to go anywhere in his domain as he pleases.
He doesnt seem that free of a man in my eyes C but if his trusty sycophant barks so, then it must be true to certain regards. Even as he jeered, he still picked up the apples. So where is this supposed freeman then?
Sydras breath turned shallower, and her heart pounded fiercer the longer Bao spoke his gibberish. If you wish to have a formal meeting with His Heavenlier, I could reserve a time for you anywhere in the next nine monthsC
So you cant tell me? the lord interrupted her once more. Or do you not want to tell me of all people?
Sydra did not respond, for she didnt know C but she wouldnt tell him anyway, even if she did know.
If not from you, I could always pry it out from that pious old fogey. So either you could tell me the truth, or I could hear whatever colourful truths he would splatter all over his papers headline. Bao warned Sydra as he chomped on an apple fresh off the ground, still seasoned in dust.
I do not believe it to be wise to trust everything inked onto papers C I trust a man of your stature and acumen would, too, no doubt agree with my sentiment. Sydra leered and met his ruby eyes.
Wont budge even a little bit, aye? A halfling you may be, but at least your nerve is as hard as steel. The crass lord chuckled begrudgingly, though the cadence was low and brief, dissimilar to his usual snark.
His sardonic compliment did nothing to stir Sydra. May I ask as to why you wish to meet His Heavenlier?
Like a grinning deviant, Bao widely arched his lips. You wish to take from me, but you could not give any back in return? I expected more from the servant of such a godly man.
My apologies, Lord Bao. Please forget what Ive just said. Sydra said coolly.
Loosen up already. It still eludes me as to how the Prophet has been able to handle a joyless woman such as yourself for this long. The rude scoundrel sighed as he disappointingly shook his head from side to side. Im sure youve heard of the scuffle that ensued by the border of Screwpile.
Ive been given some reports on the ambush, yes.
I take it Lord Sixs performance wasnt to His Heavenliers liking? chuckled Bao as he juggled three apples like a jester and then chucked them into the basket.
Ive been told Lord Six was not a part of the ambushed Sentinel squad. Sydra relayed the report that was given to her from the Heart Corp. The Heart Commander was at the helm of the party C though, luckily, he was able to retreat safely. It was an unfortunate turn of events, but I do not believe that Lord Six should shoulder the blame forC
Of course, youd see it that way. No wonder you have taken such a liking to your station. His discourtesy knew no bounds as he scoffed and interrupted Sydra once more.
I apologise if I misspoke. That wasnt my intention. Sydra bowed her head gently as she clenched an apple between her palm C squeezing the juice out of its red skin and soaking its content over her slender fingers.
I dont care about your intention C only the Prophets. He spat out bits of apple amidst his riled jeer. What does he make of this whole pointless rebellion? Pitting his dear siblings against each other surely could not be easy for him.
If Lady Four persists in her pursuit C I trust that His Heavenlier will do what must be done.
With his eyes rolled, the lord did not seem terribly impressed at her answer. Ive never met Four much, even back when she was in court, but I never thought a meek girl like her would turn out this way. He picked up another apple and spun it on the tip of his finger.
Sydra held no retort. She had little to no opinion on Lady Four, for she had even less knowledge than Bao in regard to that.
Fours erratic behaviour aside C having the Prime Sentinel take charge of the Heart Corp is certainly a bold choice. The playful ecliant flipped the apple off his finger and into the basket.
Why so? asked Sydra softly as she dutifully gathered the apples and lay them in the basket gently and properly.
Bao patted the dust off his palms and glitzy attire before sighing lightly. I have nothing against Lord Six, hes as accomplished of a soldier as they come C but he wouldnt be the first man Id look to instil hope in our troops, especially to the snivelling cowards of the Heart Corp at that. Half oughta be scared senseless from his mere presence, and the other half would wish nothing more than to see him burn or rot.
Even if she wanted to, Sydra could hardly disagree C after all the crimes that Lord Six had committed against the realm, she feared that the number of folks left who had yet to hold any ire over him were few and far between.
But perhaps there are some merits to that? Forcing a kinslayer to reprise his role is certainly a heartless jest that only His Heavenlier could concoct. The crude man jeered and laughed by himself.
Sydra repeatedly coughed into her fist C false but loud. Lord Bao, I do not believe such matters are appropriate to be discussed here. If you have any gripes with His Heavenliers decisions on the rebellion affair C please reserve them for when he returns.
Promises of returning What if one day he never returns?
Sydra glared at him wordlessly as she set the basket down instantly.
If looks could stab, Id be a prized pincushion. Bao chuckled. Lower your knives, dolly. I mean no offence to your master.
Sydras eyes softened, and she picked up the basket again.
You may think I hate the Prophet, but I actually admire him a great deal. An intelligent, humble, and kind ruler C whats there not to like? Bao made his remark. He has kept the realm together for over two hundred years. No one could dispute what he has done for us C but who would take his place when the time comes? asked the ambitious lord. A man of no child. He counted on one finger of his hand. One of his own kin turned rebel and is brandishing mystical arms. He counted on two fingers. Two others perished over decades ago. He counted on three fingers. Three others whom struggle to muster even a smile whenever they see him. He counted on four fingers. He ought to have more enemies in court than there are sands by the beachside. He counted on all five fingers. I fear what might befall our land when his seat silvered. With his hand stretched wide open, he pointed his palm at Sydras face.
You need not to be afraid. His Heavenlier would outlast us all C as he should. Sydra twisted her neck away and fixed her glasses.
Youre asking a lot of a man in his two hundred. Though who knows? His mind and body still seem to be brisk and pumping C perhaps Ark has actually blessed him with everlasting time. Bao shrugged his shoulders flippantly.
Do you fancy reigning over the realm then? Sydra knew not what force compelled her to ask that question to this wretched man.
Me? I have no need for a besmirched patch of dirt. I only yearn for whats best for my people.
Whats best for your people then? asked Sydra C though she cared not for his answer, her heart was pounding fiercer the longer silence was held in between their talk.
I dont know. Only the Prophet does C as he does with everything else. Another shrug he did C but it was stiff and sluggish like chains were holding his limbs down.
Sydra knew not how to respond to that. Her palms dampened further C if her grip hadnt tightened in time, then the basket of apples would have surely slipped from her fingers and ruined their painstaking collection. Her mind was hazy, and her nosy was stuffy C it felt like the pantry was suffocating her with the stench of burnt meat and charred wood, though there were no signs of any open hearth being used in the morn.
Dont worry your little head over it too much. If, at this point, you dont even know who the man you serve is, then Im sure you wouldnt know where he is right now either. Bao mocked her as if she was a wide-eyed child.
How could he tell? Sydra clicked her tongue. After all these years, not a single thing about you has changed, itd seem.
What was that?
Nothing has changed since your days in Harford. Sydra looked straight into his scarlet pupils.
I didnt know I had an admirer even back then. The ecliant lord blushed slightly. Were you one of the cooks who served my lunch, perhaps? Bao reached into the fruit basket and picked out an apple instead of keep gathering the fallen ones.
I was your junior C at the Stairs of Antiquity and Geology. Sydra clenched her teeth, struggling to muster a smile.
Not a clue. Either youve mistaken me for someone else C or better yet, mistaken the fact that you studied in Harford altogether. He munched onto his third apple of the day now.
Was I also mistaken in remembering Annovie? Sydra grinned softly.
Baos gnawing ceased promptly as he dropped the half-eaten apple to the floor. His usual conceited smile wavered slightly, and the bright cherry colour coating his eyes faded to a dull pinkish tint. Sydra had never seen such a grave expression on his face before C it made her want to keep provoking him. A mouthy one, you are C but be careful. The lord mumbled, his voice shifting back and forth from cheerful to cheerless.
Theres no greater honour than to hear that from you of all people, Lord Bao. Sydra worded calmly and tipped her head down C poorly yet purposefully masquerading away her sneer.
Like a brat who had met his match, the prideful lord stood up from his crouch and stiffly walked to the door. An eery smile still held on his face, but his cheeks were twitching sporadically, while the veins on his arms were straining as he lay his palm over the doorknob. At least the apples were almost all collected, so there was no further need for him to linger any longer.
I hope well meet again at the Arklympics, Lord Bao. A parting word from Sydra to him C her words, she chose carefully. And here it comes Sydra counted to three in her head C and as the countdown ended, Bao twisted his neck back and glanced downward at Sydra, who was still crouching.
No more jeering gazes nor condescending smirks, only an icy glare that could crush stones remained on his stony face C just like Sydra had yearned for.
Lord Bao, Lady Sydra! A restless and panting Mai stormed into the pantry C her cry burst Bao out of his stupor and Sydra out of her delight.
Whats wrong, Mai? asked Sydra, somewhat peeved off that her attendant had to ruin the moment.
A fire Theres a fire!
A fire? Sydra hastily stood up, nearly snapping the heel breast off her high heel. Amidst her shock, she still managed to carefully place the basket of apples on the counter. Now that the attendant had mentioned, Sydra did remember smelling hints of smoke trailing past her nose earlier C and its suffocating stench had only grown fouler, permeating the pantry entirely with its dark haze ever since Mai opened the door.
A fete within our halls? Whereabout? Like a fevered yet merry drunkard, Lord Bao gripped his paws onto Mais shoulders C he was the last person Sydra expected to ask that of Mai.
Despite being shaken back and forth like a doll, the heated girl seemed more excited than scared. Down the corridor C the chamber suddenly burst to flame. Please follow me, My Lord. Ill guide you to safetyC
Her prince charming didnt stay and peck her a kiss on the cheek for her help C but instead, he rushed past the girl, shoddily bumping against the wooden door before leaving the smoky kitchen.
My Lord! Mai reached her hand out, trying to grab his arm like a weeping damsel, but the heartless lord unheeded her one-sided affection.
Mai! Sydra chided the mindless maiden.
Yes, Lady Sydra! she promptly returned to shape at Sydras shout.
Sydra marched to the startled lass. What happened?
One of the lounges was suddenly engulfed in flame, and the Sentinels are trying to quell it as of this moment, the attendant stuttered her words while chattering her teeth.
Is there anyone trapped in the flame?
Mai fretfully twiddled her thumbs and caressed her own hair; her eyes did not want to meet Sydras. Lady Brooks was in the chamber when it caught fire.
Lady Brooks? Sydras mind felt blank for an instant. The scholar was supposed to be meeting with Sydra at her office, which was in the tower opposing this one C perhaps the distant scholar had found herself lost in the endless labyrinth that was the Arkeep. Regardless of what transpired, upon hearing the claim from Mai, Sydra, too, stormed out of the pantry in a hurry C with the trail of smoke guiding her way to the honoured guest.
She rushed out to the corridor. A scene of fleeing ecliant nobles ensued before her. They ran and crawled with frightened and contorted expressions upon their faces C unbecoming of their noble status. Few even ignored that Sydra was standing before them. They bumped against her as they scampered past Sydra, acting as if she was either invisible or merely a pillar holding the ceiling up. Sydra braved through the seas of steel C storming to where they were running away from. Sydra had never been an active person C merely pacing through the crowded hall while skimming past body after body was making her heart racing and her legs burn like they never had before. She could not even huff in much air even if she wanted to, for the foul stench of fire smoke and sweaty odour were much worse than not breathing at all to Sydra.
From hallway to hallway, the farther she reached, the lesser the fleeing lords and ladies she encountered, and the more intense the smoulder became. The trail of smoke stood still, and Sydra at last arrived at the hall of flame. Her black vest was drenched in sweat and weighting her tired body down, while her feet were cramping up as if needles were piercing them C but her exhausted mind would not let her rest after reaching this far. Beyond her soaking glasses, she could see a crowd of Sentinels and Centum nobles encircling a chamber door engulfed in a brilliant flame, all while keeping their distance as if they were entranced by its golden radiance.
Excuse me, out of the way. Let me through, Sydra pushed and squeezed herself through the crowd once more C though this time, they were standing still in a daze instead of fleeing away. She reached the front of the immobile folks, and the flame was bigger than she had thought. It was spreading its fiery limbs from the door and out onto the outside walls of the hall C burning away the silky Centum banners and valued paintings decorated outside the corridor. From the depth of the firepit, a harrowing shriek could be heard, faintingly low at times and hauntingly loud at others. Lady Brooks? Sydra muttered while covering her mouth away from inhaling any further smoke.
The pensive Sentinels, the wide-eyed Lords and Ladies of the Centum Order, and Lord Bao C all stood still while gazing upon the fire, like moths to a flame.
Sydra gripped the collars of a standby Sentinel. What are you standing there for? Go in there and save her! she shook the stunned guards collars, but her feeble strength was barely enough to rile his muscular body.
Lady Sydra? Arent we supposed to stand by? the Sentinel answered calmly, as if he was in a different space altogether.
Not this again, Sydra cursed. Why would you ever do that? she yanked at his collars, nearly ripping them apart from the Sentinels black vest.
As if he was staring at a deluded lady spouting senseless garbles, the Sentinel looked to his comrades before returning his perplexed eyes toward Sydra. Orders were given to hold our post. He worded composedly.
Orders from whom? questioned Sydra, her mask of temper and composure was melting under the heat.
Lady Sydra? Is everything alright? asked the Sentinel, as if she was a lost child.
I said from who?
With another perplexed lookback to his comrades, the Sentinel then stooped his head down low to meet Sydras frantic interrogation. Our captain commanded us to keep our distance, but I believe that the orders were approved to him by yourself, Lady Sydra.
What is he speaking of? Sydra was as confused as the Sentinel. She unleashed his collars and turned back to the flame. Then I revoke that order C now go save her, Sydra commanded.
Please calm down, Lady Sydra. From the way you act, itd seem there has been some muddle in the orders that were conveyed to us C perhaps we should revise the situation before acting rashlyC
Oh, Ark damns you all! Sydra cursed aloud C to the shock of nearby Lords and Ladies, they seemed more shocked by her profanity rather than the torching ensuing before them. Sydra tossed aside her glasses, unclothed her vest, and kicked away her heels. She glared at the flaring door; it burned her unshielded eyes. Ark, please save me Sydra had never asked much from Ark before, but perhaps shed need it this time. Her heart raced, and her limbs trembled C her mind had made the decision, but her body seemed not to agree with it. With the flame right before her face, she knew not whether to keep up her act of bravery. The harrowing shrill heard from within the fiery chamber had nearly all but vanished C perhaps there was no longer any need for her to brave inside and save a charred corpse. As her doubts drowned her head, and the stares from the bystanders behind her felt like daggers piercing into her back C a gust of wind flew past the side of her body, swift and resolute. Lord Bao? Sydra caught the residual breeze left behind from his dash, blowing away the smoke any so slightly.
With no hesitation weighing down his feet, the bold lord lunged forward and tackled the burning door down with his whole body C crumbling it to ashes and charred planks. His flamboyant clothes were caught in flame, and his fair beauty was moulting to shades of black and red. He lost himself in the inner depth of the chamber C the pelts of flame engulfing and masking away his body from outside view.
Only once an Ace disappeared into the fiery depth did the Sentinels and the nobles begin to panic, yet they still refused to act and budge away from their unburnt corner.
Seeing that crass philander jumping into the hellhole with little care somehow made Sydras wavering nerves and stiffed limbs relaxed ever so lightly C there was no way shed let him outdo her. Ark, please give me strength Not for survival but strength, Sydra prayed as she, too, then leapt into the blazing chamber.
Lord Bao! Lady Sydra! Mais cry fell faint to her ears as the crumpling sound of crackling flame and the wailing of a scorched soul raided her ears.
The sweltering fire burned her lids, and the clouds of black smoke blinded her eyes. Singed debris collapsed from the ceiling and fell onto her skin, layering her in ash and frying her flesh C it felt as if she was being branded and seared by heated rods. The smoke stuffed her nose with the scent of burnt bacon, which reminded her empty stomach that she had yet to eat anything for breakfast. Sydra could only try to follow the sound of Lord Baos footsteps and Lady Brookss shrieks C but they were both fading away despite Sydras hardest to reach them. Where are you? Sydra muttered as her body rummaged aimlessly across the chamber of fire. Stumbling, suffocating, scorching C it was cold, it was hot, it was silent C no miracles to be found in plain sight.
Chapter 18 – Six: “Silvered”
It was warm C a warmth that he had not felt in a long time. The gentle breeze flowed into the blurry garden, carrying scents of honey and blossomed flowers alongside it C though unlike her, Six was never one to remember the exact names of the flowers he smelled.
Though he could feel certain senses, there were no sounds nor colours that graced the City of Gold, yet they still felt pleasant all the same C for she was there with him.
The then-damsel walked barefoot jovially through the spotless street of the great city dedicated to her, something that she surely would not have been able to do if it were the dirty roads of Sentry instead. Six could do nought but slowly followed her from behind C close to her heels but never reaching her side. Her long, silky hair flew with the wind as she frolicked, though its once golden sheen seemed to have lost its splendour and turned silver. Her choice of attire was meagre as ever, even though she could receive the finest garments in all the land if she so wished. Ecliants, humans, and steelborns alike could not help but be smitten by her dazzling presence as she ambled past them, though Six could hardly blame them.
The ashen yet golden maiden stopped in her tracks. Her head gently twisted back to meet Sixs awed gaze C it was as Six expected. Her face blackened C Six could not even behold the sheen from her eyes of gold and bright smile from her thin lips. She waved her slender hand towards Six while her mouth was opening and closing, yet no words could be heard.
Six walked forward.
Even though he knew not what her mouth was speaking of. Even though he knew not where her hand was waving to. Even though he knew not whether she was real or not. Even though he knew it was nothing but an elusive dream.
Six reached her side at last.
He was but a hair away from her, yet her whole being still felt blurry before his eyes. He had forgotten how short she was, or perhaps it was merely because he was too tall C or maybe it was because she never had any further chance to grow. No matter how hard Six squinted his eyes, her face remained shadowed with none of her lovely features. No matter how frantically he tried to grab hold of her with his arms, her small body remained untouchable, as if she were a ghost. She was pallid and muted no matter how desperately he shouted to her, but his words, too, were silent.
A cold yet tender touch grazed Sixs cheek. Her palm felt like ice, and her skin was like ashes. Though she could barely reach his face without standing on her tiptoes, her hand stood with him for long.
As Six gazed down at the girl, their distance was so close yet so far apart. For a brief moment, as his eyes became itchy and blurry, her fair face seemed to regain its colours C though they were ones that Six had long since forgotten.
Peace in your eyes C Im glad. Those belong to you more than anyone else. Her voice uttered for once and last C the voice of which Six had all but forgotten. It was pleasing yet aching to his ears. He no longer even remembered if that was how she sounded like C nor would he ever have the chance to prove it anymore.
The colourless sky collapsed. The smooth ground quaked. The gentle wind raged. The dwelling puppets scattered C and so she, too, had to follow.
The blessed time was ending, and the fleeting realm could no longer hold C and Sixs body would not move, for time and age had silvered it. As the sight before him slowly became subsumed in dusky mists and his eyes turned to darkness C her soothing light was the last to flicker in his memory. Perhaps another time Sixs promise lay carved as his muse vanished and her icy touch melted C warm and tender in its last moment C like a beacon.
Rise and shine, Boss!
Sixs body and lids were heavy, as if boulders were weighing them down C it had been a long while since he had dozed off that deeply. What time is it? Six scratched his dishevelled golden head as he sluggishly opened his rusty eyes. He woke up to a pot of scented flowers and a plate holding a slice of honey-glazed bread by his bedside. His gloomy tent was also exposed, allowing for the evening light and fair breeze to flow in. Was that all a dream? Sixs nose prickled by the nostalgic smell, and his eyes tensed by the invading light. He reached for his battered glaive placed on the dirt C but he dropped it back down once he saw who was greeting him afront his tent.
It is rare for you to doze off like that. Astra hung the tent flap up to a hook. You really oughta stop taking late-night watches. Thats no job for the Prime Sentinel himself. His Wing Sentinel sighed.
Six and his squadrons of Heart Sentinels have been on the roads for many days C detaining any rebel suspects from whichever settlements they passed by. Hundreds theyve arrested, yet none had outright admitted to being a rebel. This cat-and-mouse chase has lasted for longer than expected C forcing the Heart Sentinels to set up camp repeatedly and exhausting their resources and morale.
Then could you take it in my place then? yawned Six, his throat was still parched after the slumber.
As usual, Astra steered his eyes away and dodged the topic of work. Sweet dream you had there? Or a nightmare, perhaps? Astra tossed Six a towel.
Six hadnt even realised how much he sweated in his sleep. In truth, I cant even remember much. He wiped his face roughly with the towel.
Dreams are dreadful like that. Whatever sweetness it seeps beneath shut eyes would all vanish with the come of wake. Astra chuckled as he, too, stretched his joints as if he had also just woken up.
If only you could remain this eloquent for good. Six jested as he picked up a goblet of water by his bedside and gulped it down entirely.
For the love of Ark Enough with lecturing about manners C please, dear god. I have enough of them from my ma already. Astra groaned as if he had just been ousted for his darkest secrets.
Perhaps your poor mother wouldnt have to keep teaching you if you would just learn to be proper.
She could care less whether Im proper or not. Astra scoffed and slicked back his wavy dark hair. The hag just thinks that by me being prim, it would somehow impress my father to take us back. Blinded crone, I tell ya. The young lad shook his head from side to side.
Catching himself in anothers familial predicament was not something Six wanted to do upon waking up. The giant sat up from his makeshift bed made from stacking crates and a simple drape. Thats enough chattering for now. If youre here in my tent, then I assume there must be a good reason for it? Six bit on the slice of bread left for him C it was rather too sweet for his taste, and it was cold and hard as a rock. How long has it been left here? Six pondered, though it did not stop him from devouring it.
Certainly. Otherwise, I wouldnt be caught dead in this bland box instead of the cooks tent. The brat jeered as if he were at a tavern bar instead of his superiors tent.
Six merely glared at the Wing, his golden orbs were still glossy from his sleep C but those should be enough for the cheeky punk.
I mean, there are some matters that I need to relay to you. Both good and bad. Which would you prefer first? asked Astra tautly.
The good. Six cleared his throat and dried his eyes.
It did not take long for the boys nerve to relax once more. A proper counting of casualties regarding the ambush on Squadrons Nine and Eleven have been made. Astra unveiled a piece of parchment; it was marked with a red stamp. As he looked at the paper, the usually aloof Sentinel found it hard to muster his words. Sixty-two casualties, ninety-seven injured, thirty-five captured, and forty-eight missing. Additionally, twelve out of the seventeen shipments to the Ironmount have gone missing. He attentively traced his purple eyes over each line on the paper.
And the enemies? inquired Six while scratching his goatee.
Forty-seven deaths, and sixteen currently in the Heart Corps custody. The captives will be joining the other suspects weve captured along our way and be transferred to the watchdroids so they may then be sent to the Ironmount. Astra relayed the content of the letter before crumpling it into a ball and tossing it into the firepit inside Sixs tent. A cruel joke this is, aint it? jested the Wing Sentinel.
Indeed. Six mumbled as he swallowed the last morsel of the frozen bread, trying to understand how this would count as good news. They were told by their informants that the Firstkind were to be found in Screwpile, yet they never said anything about them hiding out in the outskirts of the town instead, deep inside the meterases-infested Junkwoods.
I can already imagine the upcoming Daily Centum headline C A Tragic Defeat to The Heart Corp by The Vile Firstkind! Have the Darkest Days Return Upon Us? Astra chirped his mouth, though Six had to admit that he did make a rather fine parroting impression of Lord Bellamy.
That would make it the first time in a long while since theyve spoken the truth then. Six chuckled while tying up his long hair to a tail.
I swear, they better make sure to pin the blame on that blundering swine instead of us. Astra sneered at a man who was not there to defend himself.
Has he returned to Sentry? asked Six.
Apparently. That lackey of his somehow fended off any pursuing attempts made for his life C all the way until they reached the capitals doorstep. Astra shrugged his shoulders. No doubt he is writing up a spurious tale of his valiant foray as we speak. The Centum Order would be awed to hear his version of events.
Have a letter sent to Sentry. I will allow him to lick his wounds C though only for a time. Tell him to spend that time wisely in remembering the truth of what transpired that night C for thats all I would be willing to hear from him. Sixs words gravened as he clasped his palms together.
Will do, Boss. Astra lightly bobbed his head. Though Im not expecting the lout to follow through with your order. You speak a strong game, but youre still far too soft on em, Boss.
It was my blunder yet again. I had hoped that my lesson to him back then would have taught him something, Six looked down at his fist, it stung slightly C reminiscing of when it pounded against the Heart Commanders face. Evidently not.
You dont need to be too hard on yourself, Boss. The Heart Commander may have run some of our plans off course, Astra lifted his face and smirked, but if one plan is foiled C then just look to the next one, right?
Of course. Im glad that you have at least been learning something from me. Six responded coolly.
Did you anticipate Idavis convoy to be ensnared?
Perhaps not ensnaredC but hampered along the way did cross my mind. The lack of rebel signs despite copious sighting reports and the unusual gatherings of meterases did not sit right with me.
Was that why you allowed for the Heart Commander to take charge of the ride through the Iron Trail? A suckling pig out in the open for hungry fiends to feast upon? queried Astra, though a crafty lad such as him should no doubt already know the answer. I cant seem to put my finger on whether youre soft or cruel, Boss.
It was at the behest of Lord Senu himself. Six explained. Craven he may be, he is still the Heart Commander C I wont deny him of his right to lead his troops, at least for now.
I wonder how much of the decisions were actually his and not just you prodding him, Astra pondered faintly. Well, whatever. Thats one way to handle that stuck-up prick, I suppose. Astra grinned, but it soon dropped. But was it all necessary? Many of ours perished due to his orders C and I supposed yours as well.
As you said C if one plan is foiled, then just look to the next one. Six repeated his teaching. I did not wish for that unfortunate incident to come to pass C it was something beyond my orders and rule. Six stood up from his bed and reached for his navy coat C adorning its fabric over his body, accoladed with numerous badges and emblems of honour. But I assure you, their deaths had not gone to vain. With a resolute stare, Six offered his promise to Astra.
I know, I know. His Wing sighed relievedly. A loss doesnt mean defeat C and a battle doesnt end on the field, right? Bring the battle to them if you must. chuckled Astra.
Six smiled briefly, somewhat proudly. Only time will tell if our ploy will bear fruits C but for now, theres no use to ponder over a budding seed. Six walked a step towards Astra C now that he was standing up high, his stature was towering over Astras, with his dome nearly piercing over the tents ceiling. How far away are we from our next destination?
If the fools dont dawdle and whine, then we should arrive at Dreamcity by the next week C though I wouldnt put too much hope on this bunch if I were you. Astra jested as if he wasnt one of them sloven punks himself.
Its been a long while since Ive been back there. I wonder how much it has changed, Six glanced at Astra with judging eyes.
What are you looking at me for? Ya think Im some kind of expert on that den of escorts and liquor? the flustered Wing tried to defend himself.
Sixs glance endured, albeit rather disappointed at Astras shoddy attempt to save face.
Well, he coughed awkwardly into his fist, I suppose if there were to be a place where underground scoundrels could unite and scheme C the City of Colours would be as good of a hub for them as any. Astra scratched his chin while explaining himself.
Scoundrels, huh? Six sighed aloud, for he shared blood with one of those very same scoundrels. Any else to report? Or should we move on to less savoury matters? inquired Six.
As a matter of fact C yes. Im sure youd be thrilled to hear this. Astra said eagerly.
Six waved his hand and nodded approvingly at his Wing.
Little Arwyle will be joining our ranks soon. His graduation is still upcoming, but his application has been approved C by the courtesy of yours truly. Astra tipped his head as if he had just concluded a grand speech.
Thats good to hear. Sixs voice was hollow. And who approved of you to do that? asked Six irately. He did remember Sitri telling him of Arwyles intention to enlist in the Sentinels upon graduating from Harford C yet he had not wished for it to come so soon.
I just supposed that a father-and-son duo would be a sight to behold for the troops. Improve their morale and all, ya know? Astra laughed uneasily. Arent you happy to be reunited with your son, Boss?
Im hardly at the liberty to deny abled men to join our order in these times of war. If the boy wants to join, then let him join. Six sighed jadedly. But dont you go instilling any ideas in his head that I will treat him differently just because hes my son.
Alright, Boss. Astra bowed his head courteously for the first time since their meeting C though he didnt appear to believe Sixs claim. Just thought that itd cheer ya up amidst all of these uproars. Forget I ever brought it up. He mumbled with his hands behind his head.
Enough. Tell me of the bad now. Six requested, desiring to change the topic post-haste.
Its best if we step outside for this, Astra suggested as he stepped out of the tents entranceway.
That bad? Six pondered C he may already have an idea of the news to come. Six marched towards the light that shone into the tent. The evening had begun to seep, yet the dazzling light had not shown any sign of retreat. Its been a long time since his joints have felt this rusty yet rejuvenated C perhaps he should consider taking longer slumbers like these more often.
Six gazed his eyes over the hundreds of tents pitched throughout the grassland C some were colourful and excessive, while others were crumbling and pitiful. His ears received the bustling sounds of Sentinels chattering away and singing All Centum Road by campfires and steels clashing against each other during sparring sessions C they dowsed away any drowsiness that Six may have had left. The campsite spanned across the entire meadow, with not a single meteras or non-Sentinel in sight. The bordering Stream of Steel was pooled with sloven men who hadnt bathed in days and smaller meteras critters C a terrible shame for its magnificent body of water that stretched from one end of Xearth to the other to be sullied as such.Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings.
Astra sprang in front of Six and tipped his head. Please follow me, Boss, he then ambled forward.
Lead the way then. Six granted his permission, and the two began to amble across the campsite C attracting gazes of admiration from each tent that they passed by.
Good day, Lord Prime!
May Ark bless your evening, My Lord!
You oughta come check out the fight ring one of these days, Lord Prime!
Yet for each word of praise he received, he too sighted an abundance of ire lurking around him C silent yet potent, as if a haze of poison was permeating the encampment.
Astras purple eyes avoided the piercing glares of spiteful men as he casually strolled along. Sharp like swords, arent they? whispered Astra, all while masking it between his whistling.
Daggers, more so. Wield by assassins, not warriors. Six retorted, though he felt not the need to lower his grave tone nor retreat his golden eyes away from the glares of others.
An apt way to put it, Astra smirked. I dont think I need to spell it out to you, but safe to say that there is some discontent amongst the corp.
Six nudged his head C he needed not to waste his breath and verbally command his Wing to make the report.
Few are falling the fault on you, mumbled Astra. Whether cause theyre new recruits who dont know any better, Idavis lackeys who receive arks straight from his pocket, or men who are still bitter by the meteras hunt that you forced upon them C Im unsure. He listed out the reasons as if he was a bookkeeper.
All C would be likely.
That, too, would be my humble assumption. Astra sighed. Some are even saying that it was as humiliating as Lady Eights venture in the last Iron Rebellion. Sunken tattlers C what do they know about anything at all. He clicked his tongue.
You speak as if you do. Six sneered at Astra. After all, the Third Iron Rebellion began and ended before Six was even a Sentinel and when Astra was no doubt still a snot-nosed brat.
Thats beside the point, caught red-handed in his lies, his Wing Sentinel blabbered on to try and change the subject at hand. So what say you? Good ol fashion public execution to teach em a lesson? jested Astra.
One moment you were mourning the deaths of your brethren C and now you wish for even more to share their fate? pondered Six.
You were the one whom taught me to not pay any heed nor pity to traitorous scums. Just following orders, Boss. Astra retorted jokingly, or perhaps not, Six could never really tell.
There will be a time for reprimand, but itd do us no good to dwindle down what meagre force we have left. Six lectured his brash Wing. There are better ways to discipline than merely partaking in callous slaughters. Leave that savagery to the humans. Six cracked his knuckles, and the crackling sound of each of his fingers snapping scared away the looming glares.
How about near-death then?
Are you alright, Astra? Whatever manner of sadism have you been addicted to lately? inquired Six concernedly.
Astra merely grinned from ear to ear, with no riposte to give.
The Wing Sentinel hastened his pace across the campground, and the prime Sentinel effortlessly matched his footsteps C until they, at last, stumbled to a crowd of Sentinels, where not a single tent was pitched, yet it was by far the rowdiest.
Merry, wretched, plastered, angry, beaten C all manners of ecliants stood in a large circle of their own making as they cheered for the subject they were encircling with all their might. They were more akin to tribal savages from the Wasteland rather than dignified soldiers of the Heart Corp.
Out of the way, you sodden wretches, Astra laughed aloud as he pushed his way into the swarm, shaking hands and bumping fists with a few while glaring down the rest. He parted out a narrow path between the horde of Sentinels, allowing for Sixs towering figure to march across the path and into the inner part of the ecliant-made cockpit. Their eyes were all too engrossed in what was before them to pay any attention to Six as he walked by.
Damn. Theyre at it again? The sight was about what Six expected from such a foolhardy bunch. If a stranger were to gander at this enfolding scene, they would hardly be able to tell that these hot-headed lots were amidst a war, let alone recently suffered a humiliating defeat, albeit it was from a different squadron.
Drunken brawls, fists and all, no holds barred. Ecliants engaged in brawling bouts within the circle while the merry and restless spectators cheered on and betted their arks on the victors. The centre of the grassland ring was dowsed in dried blood and fallen teeth of unfortunate battlers as if new kinds of plants were being rooted over the meadows soil. There were more bodies nestling in pain within that circle than there were in the hundreds of tents. Six could hardly believe that there were such battle-hungry fiends within the lily-livered Heart Corp C he only wished that theyd exhibit such vigour on the battlefield instead of their trifle bouts and spars.
A gruesome sight, aint it? Astra groaned, though his tone carried a hint of thrill.
If you think thats gruesome, then clearly, I havent been making you work hard enough. Six leered down at his Wing.
Anyway, Astra dodged Sixs leer and nervously coughed into his palm. How bout it? asked Astra.
How about what?
Why are you playing coy now of all times, Boss? You wanna embarrass me in front of everyone like this? Astra tapped Sixs shoulder.
What did you do this time? Wait, did you bet arksC
Of course not! Astra raised his arms up as if he was being arrested. I just thought that you oughta knock some senses into these green recruits and silvered seniors alike C make them think first before acting all brash and defying your authority. What other better way to do that than in their own game? Astra suggested in good faith, though his greedy eyes were anything but good faith.
Do you think Im some kind of tyrant? Six was sort of hurt to think that his Wing, of all people, would consider him like that C though perhaps, earning the perfidy of a moneygrubber like him wasnt that upsetting. If you could even find anyone willing to fight meC
Youve heard it there, you miserable punks! Astra leapt into the middle ring and shouted out at the top of his lungs C capturing the attention of the audience and fighters alike.
This little Six cursed at his impetuous Wing, all while he stood at the sideline.
Such paltry displays of might! You oughta be embarrassed to be vested in the colour of the Heart! Astras words were met with gasps and hisses from listeners. Ive seen men in the Hunt Corp half your size with half of your arms still slaying down mets and dragons alike without uttering a single winge, Astra provoked the bunch, and as if they were fish, the crowd was hooked to his baits. Even after all weve done to prime you up, in ready for the battle against rebellion C it seems like you lot could serve no more than to hunt down woodland pests. Hell, even bouts amongst yourselves are pitiful to watch C Id rather watch two mutts chase their own tails over this travesty, Astra spun his body in circles as he spoke, ensuring to meet the gazes of all who were around him. Perhaps the Scout Corp and the Hunt Corp were right C the Heart Corp serves no more than to just guard cushy castles and babysit gaudy lords and ladies! Astra gasped for air as his speech ended, his face grinning with smugness.
Here they come Six scratched his chin before muffling his ears with his palms C bracing for the bothersome muddle to come.
What did you just say to me, you little shit!?
Ya think ya can run ya mouth just cause ya the Primes Wing!?
Oh brother, this guy stinks!
Ya wanna say that to my face!?
The Scouts and Hunts aint shit! Bunch of mud-eaters!
How bout ya stop yapping, and lets run it then!
The once jolly and cloddish ecliants have succumbed to a lawless and heckling mob at the mere words of Astra, swinging their swords and spears to the sky in place of pitchforks and pikes.
Astra, you fool Six sighed. Amidst the commotion, he glanced back at his imprudent Wing C only to find him porting a satisfied grin as if he had accomplished precisely what he sought after.
If ya lot wish to whine C then take it to the big man himself! Astra proclaimed aloud.
Dont you dare Six crossed his arms and tapped his foot repeatedly like a peeved teacher C perhaps Astra was right at least on one thing: there was someone that he ought to knock some senses into after all.
Nothing Ive said hasnt been professed by the Prime Sentinel himself! Hes disappointed in you feeble lots! At this rate, ya runt will never be able to leave the shadow cast down from his mighty stature! yelled Astra passionately. From a glance, his words seemed to move the onlooking mass C some to anger and others to awe.
Theres no way theyd fall for this blatant bait Six mumbled as he rubbed his forehead.
Then what you say we do then, ya bastard!? Ecliants from the audience cursed out.
They fell for it Six sighed as he palmed his own face.
With the widest grin on his face, Astra pointed his finger directly at Six C and as if they were mindless ghouls under his spell, the Sentinels too followed his finger and drove their gaze to Six. Abandon your spite, your greed, and your complacency! If youre a man C then pucker up your pride, pull up your britches, and challenge the spring of your woe head-on! Astra proclaimed with so much fervour that it could put Nines own sermons to shame. Winner takes all, and may the loser be humble in defeat.
The once clustered mob dispersed a few steps away from Six C as if awoken from their stupor, they were no longer restful enough to rub shoulders with the Prime Sentinel.
Of course hed hide behind the Prime Sentinel.
Id totally do it C but Im sick right now
I dont know about this one, boys
Did ya see what he did to that bear? Aint no way Im facing that!
Fight us yourself, coward!
If I had that wand thing that the Firstkind have, then perhaps Ill have a chance
So theyve even heard about the wand matter as well? Six pondered C gossip has always seemed to spread fast throughout Xearth, no matter how secretive the matter was. Though Six couldnt help but feel a slight tick on his dome at the thought of these snivelling runts thinking they could defeat him with mere trinkets fashioned by some backwater rebels.
Before long, the once rowdy audience turned silent, subdued of any fury they once had, as they then mumbled fretfully away amongst themselves. Even the fresh fighters who had just relished in the thrill of combats shied away from Astras stare and shrunk away to their own corners.
What happened to all of your vigour? Surely you wouldnt yield even before trying? You lot were sure content to brawl amongst yourselves, but when given a chance to engage against one who is capable of more than mere petty scuffles C you all tuck tail and scatter? So many fighters here, yet so few fights in any of you! Astra goaded with no restraints, though his words now did not seem to rile the Sentinels up as they did before.
Thats enough Six sighed C the day has been wasted enough. He marched forward to his insolent Wing, and with each passing step, he was no longer haunted by orbs of contempt C but distress. Even once he stood afront Astra, close enough to see the purple tint of his pupils clearly, Astras face and eyes had not changed one bit C they remained unruffled and pleased. Youve done enough, Astra. Now get backC
Im willing to do it! A loud proclamation from the audience suddenly sprung forth.
Both Six and Astra turned their heads to find an ecliant lass who had marched herself forward, away from his cowering fellows. For a girl so young, she had a rather toned and tall body that filled out the frame of her armour, yet it seemed to be stricken with burn marks all over C the top half of her face was wrinkled like a pinkish prune, it was a wonder that her red eyes could see anything at all beyond that terrible sear.
Tior, was it? Astra asked the burned Sentinel, who was walking towards them.
Yes, Lord Wing. Sentinel Tior bowed her head dutifully albeit shakily, pointing her shrivelled dome carrying a few strands of white hair straight at Six and Astra.
Well, do you wish to challenge the Prime Sentinel? Rather bold for a mere Rook Sentinel, dont ya think? Though, by no means am I against it. Astra cheered the nervous girl.
I do wish to. She lifted her head and gazed upon Six with strained eyes. May you grant me this bout, Lord Prime? A hint of woe wallowed in her words before succumbing to bitterness.
Strange girl Six had no words to offer this foolish girl C yet despite him towering over her height, her glare seared by flame persisted onwards and would not hide away from his golden eyes, no matter how much she was quaking in her boots.
Perhaps awestruck by her declaration or the feeling of not wanting to be outshined by their peers, a few more Sentinels, too, crept forward from their shelter and joined the foray. Their limbs were quivering with each step, and their relentless and tense gulps could be heard from across the meadow C yet their scornful and prideful glares remained steadfast all the while. Amongst hundreds of Sentinels in the audience, eleven challengers took stances C a rather disappointing number, but still more than Six anticipated.
There ya have it, Lord Prime! Surely ya would not step away now that so many challengers have arrived at your front door, right? asked Astra, though he already knew Sixs answer.
As the noons breeze blew their lullabies throughout the grassland, and the Sentinels turned still as statues to await the Prime Sentinels decision C Six could scarcely do anything else but sigh aloud. Very well. I accept your challenges. Six glared at every single one of the eleven braves who dared to contest him.
There ya have it, lads! Our generous Lord has decided to bless upon us a tourney to behold that could put even the Arklympics to shame! Astra yelled forward, his voice cracked from the excitement C and the once silent and spiteful crowd reversed wholly and joined in his elation. Let us dawdle no longer! Which one of you brave warriors would first dare toC
There would be no need for that. Six stopped Astra in the middle of his delight.
Excuse me, Boss? asked Astra, quelling down his tone for once since his reckless speech.
There would be no need for taking turns, Six held his giant arm toward his green contenders and curled his palm in and out. All of you may come at me at once.
Sixs command left the horde of Sentinels in disbelief with their mouth agape, even the confident Astra was at a loss for words. Few faces were impressed, few were stunned, few were frightened C all except for the eleven challengers, who were insulted.
Astra lightly tapped Six on his shoulder. Hey, Boss. Its fine if youre confident and all, but I think this is too much even forC
How longer do you mean to torment me!
Six shifted his head to the desperate cry C only to find the once collected girl had revealed a fuming shell, gnarling her teeth wildly and breathing heavily. The other ten challengers seemed to share the same ire in their eyes.
Her frantic mask did not hold for long and soon crumbled. My apologies, Lord Prime. I did not mean toC
Speak. Your lord grants it.
The tense girl seemed surprised at Sixs answer, as she then took in another deep breath before stepping further forward. You may not remember me. But perhaps, youd remember the marks singed to my body. Sentinel Tior lifted up her silver bangs to brandish her burned forehead clearer.
Burn wounds Perhaps Six mused silently C he had been labelled with all manners of monstrosities throughout his life, so it was not terribly easy for him to recall each and every one of them.
By the looks of it C perhaps not. The Rook Sentinel clicked her tongue. I was once an orphan of the Ironchild House. The words were hard for her to utter as she clenched her fists, and her eyes turned glossy.
So you speak of that murmured Six. Then may I ask why a survivor of the Ironchild would join the Sentinel instead of supporting the Firstkinds cause?
I love my country, and Id never stand against it. Im just here for you, Lord Prime. Tior declared, at last, with little determination and vigour.
Though the rash girl was dowsed in burn marks, her limbs were short and quaking, and her rank was leagues below Sixs C her yet posture stood firm and unyielding. The shadow casted down to the verdant plain from her meagre body carried a hint of nostalgic boldness C to proclaim such an outrageous statement before Six and his own army, only the stupidest yet bravest people could cast such a shadow.
A concerned Astra carefully approached the rebellious girl. Perhaps you should calm down a little. I do not advise speaking to him like thC
A laughter C brash and mighty C shook the meadows dwellers to their core and swept them off the ground. The birds hanging by trees flew away in flocks as if they had heard thunderstrike, and the meterases drinking by the Stream of Steel, too, tucked tails and fled. The laughter was not from the reckless Rook Sentinel nor the loudmouthed Wing Sentinel C it was of the stoic pillar who had shed his shell ever so slightly.
Youve got guts, Sentinel Tior, Six laughed C its been a while since he has laughed that much. For a woman who seeks revenge, it''s rare to not have strayed away from the path of honour.
Theres no point in poisoning your wine or stabbing your cloak. I will fell you before all to bear witness of my justice. She marched towards Six until she was directly below him, staring up from below C her ruby eyes squinted yet unshaken, reminding Six of the daring and scarry lad back in Screwpile.
Ive given praise to your guts, Sixs laughter ceased. But do not mistake guts for foolhardiness. As you are right now C not even all eleven of you would go far, let alone your lonely venture. Six warned the narrow-minded lass before turning his back away from this whole farce. Do ponder over it before you act hasty.
Even until now Even in death, youd not grant them solace An eery grunt could be heard creeping to the back of Sixs neck C yet he could not be bothered to pay any heed to it. As if Id need any more than myself for a silvered old man like you! the bold Sentinel cried out in rage as her voice loomed nearer and nearer to Sixs backside, accompanied by the sound of sheathing iron.
Six needed not to turn his back to know what the reckless girl sought to do. He had been fighting his entire life. He has won more battles than he could remember C and lost even more so, yet he could never seem to forget as easily. He has seen all manner of eyes of cornered preys C and he has heard all manners of desperate cries begot by wrath. Foolish, as I was Six sighed, with his boots planted still and his fists clenched tight.
Her breath blowing near his nape and her battle cry tearing by his ears told Six where she would be C and without even a lookback, he weaved his body faintly to the side. A torrent of wild gusts grazed past him yet never wholly touched him.
Splendid valiance, but regrettably foolish. Do try again once youve made amends. Six muttered to the girls ears as she tumbled past him, still struggling to regain her balance upon missing her poor attempt at a sneak attack.
With the rest of the Sentinels bearing witness to the unexpected bout sprung forth by Tior, this was the perfect chance for Six, afront both the ones in admiration and disdain C he would not sugar-coat it.
As Six lithely lifted his leg and chambered it, he expended a small portion of might to the sole of his foot C and protracted his leg forward, having his boot kissed the stomach of the unsuspecting Sentinel. The sound of his foot clashing against her armour plate reminded rung throughout the meadow and made it seem as if there were meterases pitting horns against each other.
The valiant Sentinel collapsed on her back and rolled a few paces across the grass. Her sword, which she had tried to stab Sixs back with, fell off her grip, and her white armour was left caved in with a mould of Sixs boot. She was left grunting on the dirt while holding tightly onto her bruised stomach C her once brisk war cry had dwindled to feeble squirms.
With their first champion crumbled after one jolt C the crowd of Sentinels encircling the battle ring was left stunned and silent, and the ten remaining challengers were left sapped of any confidence on their blued faces.
One down. Ten left Six stretched his limbs and cracked his joints as he marched towards the ten challengers C while they were backing away instead. Surely there could not be that many spineless brats in my army? Do prove me wrong. Six goaded the hesitating contesters C granting little semblances of valour back to their nerve and stance, enough for them to stop retreating. Heres how you do it, Six mumbled to Astra, though he merely replied with a clueless glance of his own.
The restless audience was stomping their foot up and down; their drumming matched their rampant heartbeat. The afternoons wind brought its own instrument to the field, playing a stringless ballad for the battle to come. The dusking sun set forth the stage for a grand showdown. Each of the ten challengers slowly yet firmly walked towards Six, their armour buckled tightly to their chest and their hands armed with all manners of tempered steel. Six had none of those, nor would he need any. His hands were emptied of weapons, and his muscles had worn and silvered in time C perhaps the Sentinel girl had a point.
As if. Wand or not. Silvered or young. None of those are needed for you brats. With a swipe of his arm, Six removed his upper garment entirely, revealing his scarry torso and an inked back. Hundreds of masterful ink strokes depicted a scarlet and gold serpentine dragon upon his burly back C its roots etched back to olden fairy tales no longer told today. The wingless dragons once garish colours have faded and silvered, yet its majestic figure has still held strong over the centuries C his back untainted by even a single scar, unlike his chest. No need to hold back C step forward if you want to die! Six roared mightily for the flock to bear witness to his pride and mettle C inked deep into his fiery body and blood C like a dragon.
Chapter 19 – Evens: “An Encounter With The Uncharted”
Hey, you. Youre finally awake. The voice was raucous C as raucous as they come.
Not again Evens mumbled tiredly yet irately; his head was ringing like a bell falling down a flight of stairs.
You were trying toC The voice was timorous C as timorous as they come.
How does this keep happening to me!? Evens pried his tired eyes open and tackled the meddlesome duo, hurting his own aching body in the process. His body was littered with hundreds of faded scars, yet the pain did not come from a single one of them. Please tell me Im still dreaming, he could have sworn that he had been in this same scenario once before. His vision had not wholly recovered yet, the sights before him still seemed slightly blurry. His breathing was hampered and shallow beneath the hooded robe that was lent to him, though he could somewhat smell the scent of intense perfumes and smokes he had never huffed in before, bizarre spices he had never tasted before, and strong boozes he had never drank before. So this is the City of Colours? Not as bright as I thought Evens moped C he had always wanted to leave Screwpile and visit Dreamcity, yet now that he was here, he was hardly in a state to relish in the citys pleasures and decadences.
The intense stares from both prim and crass bystanders at their party of three dishevelled lads and a ghostly man sent a chilling sensation down Evenss spine. There were far more ecliants and steelborns in Dreamcity than there were in Screwpile, yet they still carried the same nasty glares as the ones back home.
Scrapper snuggling by his feet was the only comfort to be found amidst this bleak state C though his cold and sharp metal hide that was hidden beneath a piece of cloth did remind him of some unpleasant memories regarding a certain ape. Evens could still not believe that the mutt made the trip to him, all the way from the Bottom Barrel C he would make sure to think twice when next he scolds Scrapper for being hungry and lazy all the time.
They have been walking aimlessly since they arrived at Dreamcity early in the morn. That man, Callen, and the woman, Stelie, just dropped them at the city gate and then fled into the hordes of people swarming the colourful streets.
Come on to our bar! Finest drinks in all of Nix for you fine lads! a haughty barman shouted at their faces from across the street while dangling bottles of wine between his fingers.
Why dont you pretty boys pay a visit to our house? a skimpy wench casted her lustful lure from the other side of the thoroughfare.
Buy some magical herbs for your friend here. The legendary adventurer, Crusoe Bumson himself harvested these from the Wasteland! It doesnt get better than this! a shady conman presented his faulty wares amidst the rowdy juncture.
Excuse me, gents. Do you have a moment to talk about our Lord and Saviour, the Benevolent Earthmother, Fysi? The dark days are coming; do not regret it by staking your lives on these other false gods! an overly eager preacher orated the good words of his obscure and foreign faith to any passer-by.
One gold ark bid for this fine specimen of a human C great for breeding and labour alike. Going once. Going twice. And sold to the man in the black hood! a slave auction concluded in broad daylight despite the act having been condemned and outlawed.
Out of my way, filthy vermin, a man wearing an animal mask and luxurious garments cursed at any pitiable people who dared to cross his sight.
Please beware when you lurk about, folks. There have been several cases of kidnapping in the past few weeks. Potential slavers. If you have any information of worth, please report it to your nearest watchdroid station immediately, a stationed watcher pleaded to the people whom he had to protect, yet none seemed to pay any heed to him. It was hard to take him seriously when he was willingly turning a blind eye to certain acts of debauchery, while reprimanding others.
The Firstkind is coming! The Firstkind is coming! The Sentinels defeat has sparked their return! Buy the latest issue of the Daily Centum to keep up to date! a newsboy swung handfuls of newspapers around the square.
We didnt expect for you to arrive in this fashion. Please follow us quietly. Another watchdroid received several guests cladded in dark cloaks and escorted them to their station.
Will you all shut up? Evens rubbed his aching, dark head. He couldnt walk a single step without hearing endless babbles, further worsening his daze C safe to say that the fascination he once had with the City of Colours has been wholly shattered.
Not exactly what you were hoping for, patch-lad? Blueyard popped up out of nowhere. With each hand, he plucked two ends of his long silver hair and swung them in loops as if he were a disturbed child. If that was his attempt to cheer Evens up, then it was by far the worst attempt that Evens had witnessed.
Please stop, Evens mumbled, he hardly had any energy left to snarl. His legs felt like they were glasses readied to be crumbled to hundreds of pieces C and him not knowing where they were going was surely not helping.
Cmon. Ya know how hard we had to struggle to keep ya alive? Gratitude is unneeded, but at least act like ya alive. Blueyard admonished Evens, and rarely enough, Evens could not refute it.
Mister Callen and Miss Stelie were kind enough to receive us and shelter you C so please do not try to offend them. Rupert worded eloquently, yet it somehow stung worse than the words of Blueyard.
Scrapper barked and clawed at his heels as if to reprimand Evens as well.
You damn traitorous mutt, Evens clicked his tongue, but he could never bring himself to scold Scrapper no matter how prickly it was for the dog to keep scrabbling his feet. Alright, my bad, my bad. Evens sighed softly, even a light gesture like that pained his chest. Where are we going anyway? asked Evens, he did not know how much longer he could keep his eyes and mind awake C if not for the rumbustious clamour from the City of Colours flooding into his ears, he would have surely collapsed by now.
We are supposed to meet up with them at a Love Machines brothel C right about here, Rupert showed Evens a tattered map with some shoddy lines and drawings that even a toddler could have drawn better.
Evens shrugged the map aside, not as though hed have known where the marked locations were anyway. Lead the way then, he panted roughly from just sluggishly walking.
Im trying here, Rupert scratched his dark hair as he looked around in all directions with squinting eyes C perhaps letting a cripple guide the way wasnt the best idea.
Do you even know where were going? asked Evens with judging eyes.
Of course I do. I come here all the timeC Of course I dont! Rupert grunted, it was rare to see him shatter his composed front. But better me than any of you three dimwits. He rudely remarked, yet also truthfully. Unlike Screwpile, houses and shops were erected here as many as there were stones by a riverbank, so many that Evens doubted he could discern one building or street to another.
Why are we even wandering the streets alone anyway? Terribly rude of them to make their guests having to blindingly seek out their home, sighed Owl.
Were not their guests, nor do they seem to have the privilege to receive any guests right now. As far as Im concerned, were their prisoners until any further signs C and you dont treat prisoners with usual customaries. Rupert explained while still looking at the map and limping forward with his one wooden leg.
If theyre bold enough to let their prisoners roam free without chains, then why dont we just bolt for it? Arent they afraid that we may rat them out to the watchdroids or the Sentinels? asked Owl exasperatedly. Nothing about this seems right. For all we know, it could be a trap. The senseless Owl spoke some senses to the sensible Rupert.
After how hard we had to beg them to save Evens, and now you just want to walk? asked Rupert.
I thought he was gonna croak if we didnt, but he seems fine enough for us to head back to Screwpile now.
What part of me seems fine to you? Evens mumbled silently, he didnt have any strength left to engage in another argument with Owl.
You ought to listen to stick-kid, egg-boy. Blueyard joined in the dispute. No doubt that the Heart Corp is already aware that most of the escaped convicts came from Screwpile. Ive already told ya C but do ya think that wouldnt be the first place theyd check after that incident?
Owlem dodged his eyes aside without offering an answer while Rupert smirked conceitedly as if it was his victory.
The chance of them rounding you boys back into shackles is higher than ya think. It was a piece of rather fine advice for a madman such as Blueyard. I dont know about you, but Id much rather be these strangers prisoner than the Centums prisoner again. Unless they give me reasons to suggest otherwise. His tone calmed ever so faintly as he uttered those words.
With no rebuttals to make, Owl merely grinded his teeth and turned back to Rupert. What about you then, Peg? Dont ya wanna return to Ruby? After countless long nights having to hear you weep and moan about being away from your dear sister C ya would just abandon her now?
Did you not hear a single thing that Blueyard just said? If I were to go back now, it wouldnt just be my wrists that theyd chain, but also whoever would shelter me, Rupert grumbled. And Id die ten times over before I let them touch even a single strand of hair on Rubys head. The usually mellow Rupert bellowed, wrathful but also mournful, as if he had hidden baggage to carry. His outburst shocked even the noisy locals, though only for a slight moment before they returned to their hectic routine.
Stop making excuses! Ya actually think youre that important? The Sentinels wont give two shits about you and your sister! Owl yelled, angry and senselessly.
Rupert did not bother to respond and returned to his navigating duty, though the map in his hands had crumpled slightly due to his grip.
Stop worrying so much, egg-boy, Blueyard slapped Owls bald head with his skinny and pale palm. Were going on an adventure here C to meet heroes from legends and to heal our dear friend. Isnt it exciting? Even if it turns out to be a trap C whats a journey without some setbacks, right? he grinned like an excited toddler, a rather creepy and lanky toddler.
Sure, whatever. Just dont blame me if anything goes wrong. Owl mumbled, though his brooding quickly ended when his blue eyes lit up, and he glanced back to Blueyard. Say, why do you still follow us, Blueyard? You dont really have any reason to be here with us anymore, right?
As if he had just been struck an arrow to the heart, Blueyard clung his fingers to his chest as he theatrically fell down to his knees. O you wound me, boy. After our bond was forged in that forsaken wagon over many moons C I have every reason to be here with you all. With Ark bearing witness to my oath, Ill go as far as to say that we are practically brothers now.
Owl struggled to muster even a pity smile at the embarrassing act. I dunno if Id go that far. You barely even talked back thenC
How could you even say that? And after I sacrificed myself to save you as well? How heartless could you be? As if he was struck by another arrow, Blueyard fell down even lower.
Now that you mentioned it, how did you even surviveC
By not being a cruel scoundrel like you who denies a sad mans offer of friendship, Blueyard jumped up to his feet and poked his finger at Owls face in anger, or at least his own brand of anger.
Alright, alright. For the love of Ark, do whatever you want. I was just asking. Why is everyone so mean to me? Owl sulked, with his shoulders drooped and buttocks puffed out.
Having subdued the cruel monster in his mind that was Owlem, Blueyard merely smiled from ear to ear and whistled away to strange melodies that Evens had never heard before.
Odd fella, he is. How did we ever even get tangled up with him? I dont believe we have even asked why he was held by the Sentinels. Owl whispered to Evenss ears, having ended his short-lived brooding yet still not wanting to provoke Blueyard again.
For a man like him C I feel even the strangest of crimes would not do him justice. Evens sighed, his head further ached from just thinking about who that man could be.
So itd seem, murmured Owl tiredly, even his big mouth could get tired, itd seem. Im still not too keen on this. I just hope those two dont get us into any trouble. Dont ya agree?
Im fine with whatever Evens mumbled, his breath shortening with each step.
Scrapper rubbed his hard dome to Evenss shin C perhaps he agreed with Evens as well. Yet his soft caress soon turned wilder and faster until the mutt was spinning his whole body around like a wheel, all while squirming like a common pup.
Easy, boy. Despite how painful it was for him to move his limbs any further than he needed to, Evens bent down low. Whats gotten into you? he patted the wayward dogs head, yet even that did not calm his wobbling. Is he still hurting from back then? Evens glanced at his plated torso that was pierced by that despicable Sentinel, though luckily, it was bandaged over with a piece of cloth.
As if the cloth was strangling him, Scrapper desperately trundled about until the rag was unloosed from his grey body C and with it, a slip of crumpled parchment, too, fell out of the cloths embrace.
What is this? Evens picked up the piece of paper, it was rather murky and wrinkly, perhaps from the rain. There were words scribbled along the parchments surface C and this graceful handwriting could have only come from one person that Evens knew.
I hope this letter someway finds you, my dearest son,
If youre reading this, then it would mean that Scrapper has accomplished his duty splendidly. You were right to adopt such a gifted hound.
I could only hope that no harm has befallen you.
I do not know if my creator has fashioned me in a manner that allows me to feel it C but my heart aches from not being able to be by your side.
Ive heard from Foreman Chin that it is not rare for some lucky prisoners to escape from the Heart Sentinels captive.
So if by some miracle of Ark, youve been freed from their chains C do not return to the Bottom Barrel.
Should you return, Ill always welcome you, my son C but nothing else will await you here.
For as long as I could remember, you have always dreamed of sailing the unknown seas and crafting relics of fables. Though that dream may have dwindled as youve grown older C that shine in your eyes has never faded away, no matter how hard you try to dim it.
If its freedom that you seek, then seek it in a place far away from here C a place where your dreams could come true.
I love you, my son.
CYour Mother
The letter concluded, with few dried spots at the end of the parchment, as if dewdrops have befell upon it at one point in time C though the dried paper was soon dampened once more with new pouring droplets.
Stop deciding things on your own, old hag Evens struggled to keep reading the letter past his glossy eyes. He then neatly folded the parchment and put it into his robes pocket. As if Id listen to you, he had always been the prodigal son, but his defiance could perhaps wait until after hes healed. This detour better be worth it With what little strength he had left in his legs, Evens further sped up, only to barely match up with the pace of a man with one leg, guiding them to the den of the infamous rebels.
This should be it I think Rupert mumbled meekly. Theyve walked for so long that the moon had long already reached its zenith. None of the dwellers in Dreamcity theyve met seemed to know anything regarding the Firstkind C or perhaps, they were unwilling to reveal any hint about them.
The alleyway they were in was narrow and dark, and the path they took to arrive here was even worse, filled with scammers, slavers, crooked watchers, and wicked Sentinels C Evens could hardly believe that the City of Colours would have such a gloomy underbelly. There were no fancy cathouses or colourful taverns within the alley, nor were there really much of anything at all.
Are you sure? asked Owl doubtingly. He subtly leered his eyes back at the few people who strangely lurked about in this gloomy alley C their own wary gazes were fixed onto Evenss party as they strode past them.
The building before them, wedged between the shady alleys slit, was no doubt a Love Machines establishment C though appallingly enough, it did not look nearly as pleasant as even the ones found in Screwpile. From the outside, it looked decrepit and dim, though frantic hums could be heard coming from beyond the door. The wooden board depicting the brothels sign of two ladies wearing fox-like masks while carrying a sphere was cracked and barely hanging onto a nail hammered to the crumbling wall.The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.
Well, what are you acting coy now for? Knock on it, Evens tapped Ruperts shoulder, his body was barely holding it together.
Why me? Ive already brought us here, Rupert jumped back as if a ghost had touched his shoulder instead, nearly tripping from his pegleg. You do it, he then nudged Owls shoulder instead.
Owl, too, was startled and took a step back from the brothel. Youre the one who wanted to come here, so you do itC
Hello? Anyone home? Blueyard stepped forward and aggressively banged against the rickety door. Do you have a moment to speak about our Lord and SaviourC
As if their frights had wholly left their husks, both Owl and Rupert leapt towards Blueyard, with one pulling him back and the other gagging his mouth with their palms.
Are you mad? Rupert grunted feebly to the lanky mans ears, for he was the only one tall enough to nearly reach Blueyards height.
Dont just go and do whatever. What if this is a trap? whispered Owl, as his pupils frantically ran back and forth, up and down.
Your stresses will grey your hair and slow your mind if you two keep this up. Despite his gangly physique, Blueyard effortlessly shoved the two boys off of him. We already know who they are, so stop worrying so muchC
The doorknob creakily tilted downward amidst their worthless quarrel, and the door opened C stealing the attention of all four of them and pacifying them from their squabble.
Oh? Its you four, a lady with tanned skin greeted them at the door. Her one eye of gold shone brightly and glimmered with the moonlight, while her other was hidden under a dark eyepatch, but both were curtained over by her dark and curly fringe. Are you the folks that Callen and Stelie talked about? she asked nonchalantly, her voice filled with crass and class.
I suppose so, Evens murmured. He could smell hints of smoke and grilled meat flowing out from inside the brothel C the flavourful scent further dulled his mind and made his stomach grumble. May we please meet them? We were promised safe shelter for a time.
The one-eyed lady stepped out from the door and faced Evens. Like a curious cat, she poked her face closer to Evenss and began to eye at the different nooks and crannies of Evenss body. She was rather slim, and her height did not reach Evenss. A strange odour was perfumed over her dark, rugged vest and cloak as if she had just eaten a bowl of rotten eggs. A man of action, arent ya? Yet youre kicking about. Must be a work of miracles. She poked her fingers onto one of Evenss many scars.
Though he felt no pain from her nails digging into his old wounds, it was still tickling. I understand how fortunate I am to have held this long with such a maimed body C but if we do not receive help soon, even it would not last for much longer. Evens pleaded.
Scrapper, too, barked alongside him, but his bark was a bit aggressive while he stood in front of Evens with his iron tail turning even stiffer than usual.
As if she was just caught in a daze, Scrappers bark awoke her from her sudden dream. But of course. Come on in, lads. By the looks of things, youd all want to warm your hands and fill your bellies. She smiled before kindly holding the door open for the strangers whom she had just met.
Thank you, Evens feebly bowed his head C unsure whether out of gratitude or because he could barely even lift his neck up for much longer. Lets go, boys. He waved at the three other blokes and his dog C of which they then hastily followed his lead.
I forgot to ask. What were your names, by the way? she stopped again as she was just about to go through the door.
Evens stared back at his friends, and it seemed that both Owl and Rupert shared his hesitancy in answering.
Im Blueyard! Nice to meet ya maam! Blueyard raised his hand to the night sky as if he were a child in a classroom.
In unison, the three remaining members palmed their own faces, even Scrapper could be heard howling in disappointment.
The black-haired lady merely smiled wryly at Blueyard before fixing her one eye of gold back onto Evens and his tactless friends. What of you three? Surely youd have a real name given to yourself, asked the nameless stranger.
Perhaps it was rude for guests to do so, but Evenss mouth held shut, and so did Owl and Rupert.
Youre a wary bunch. Cant say that I hate that. In fact, my crew would probably prefer it if Im more like you lots. She chuckled briefly. But theres no need for such prudence here. I assure you that we bear no wicked interests in you, Evens.
So you already knew, Evens mumbled disinterestedly.
But of course I would. And I know you two as well, Owlem and Rupert. I did say that Callen and Stelie have told me of your arrival, and amongst many others. She pointed his finger at Evens.
Do you just remember the name of every misfortunate wretch whom happened to be rescued by your band of rebels? enquired Owl.
Honestly, yeah, she replied casually, to the surprise of Owl. Now quit wasting time outside this broody backstreet, and warm your hinds under our roof instead. She dragged the crew into the brothel. Just walk straight ahead C Ill meet up with all of you soon.
The four proceeded onward into the brothel while the strange lady went back outside to lock the gate. Despite its gloomy exterior, the light inside was shining so bright from dozens of hanging lanterns that it awoke Evenss drowsy eyes. The inside did not look like what Evens would have expected from a Love Machines brothel. Instead of bewitching harlots attending to lustful patrons while their bodies were drizzled over by thick and syrupy wine C this supposed brothel was merely clustered with wounded and silent husks, twiddling their thumbs while sipping onto goblets of warm water and bowls of steaming stew, under orange banners with a black four-pointed star sewn over. In fact, it sort of reminded Evens of Foreman Chins guildhouse C a gloomy den solely occupied by downtrodden humans and steelborns with nowhere else to go. A few of them Evens recognised C some were amongst the prisoner caravan. So they were freed as well? Evens thought as he winced from the pitiable sight.
At last, a familiar figure approached the four lads. It took you four long enough. I do hope that it wasnt too much trouble to find your way here. The man named Callen Wyck presented himself while fixing his wooden-frame glasses.
Id be lying if I said we didnt stumble into the wrong shops at times. I didnt expect your band to have such a humble keep. Rupert scratched his black head while trying his best to muster a polite smile.
No need to be modest here, the woman named Stelie descended from the second floor of the building and approached the group. Its a tedious process, but necessary. I hope you understand. Were not exactly public figures, and certainly not after the recent stunt weve done.
You say that, but I see dozens of unnamed, unbranded, and unfaithful souls dining here at the hearth of your operation. I fail to see the safety in gathering them here of all places. Arent ya afraid we may rat ya out to the blacks and blues? Owl questioned the lady with amber eyes.
Thats a fine question. And in truth C a lot of us would agree with you, Stelie pointed across the brothel, where a giant of a man dwelt C his dark fleece blended into the shadowy corner.
His name was Abraham Wyck if Evens recalled correctly, and his murky brown eyes were intensely glaring at him, while his wide palm gripping onto a mug of ale, nearly crushing it within his hand.
Is he looking at me? Evens gulped his own saliva while purposely ignoring the giant.
Unfortunately, our Chief is just strange in that way. Shed dangle the safety of our band and the notoriety of our cause on a fine string C but as if her fortune has been blessed by Ark himself, her wager has not seemed to topple over the string just yet. Stelie shook her head tiredly at the mere mention of her Chief. Besides, if we dont take them in C theyd no sooner end up back in the hands of the Centum Order, slavers, or worse, Stelie said shakily, those words did not seem to be forced upon by her chief.
Only a few of her words entered Evenss ears, if he had to be honest. His eyes were solely focused on the cauldron of brewing stew while his mouth was salivating like a mutt.
With her eyes squinting, it took Stelie a moment to figure out what was lingering in Evenss mind. Oh, right. Please give me a moment, Stelie walked over to the fireplace, with Callen joining her.
The two filled five wooden bowls halfway full of the thick brown pottage C all while preying eyes fixed upon them as they scooped up the stew, mostly from the folks who had already received their own servings.
Stelie and Callen returned to the dishevelled newcomers and handed each of them a steaming bowl, even Scrapper. This is all we have right now. I hope that will suffice, she spoke with regret.
Evens clutched the bowl tightly in his hand. It was hot to the touch and burned the tip of his fingers, but that was hardly something hed be concerned over right now. Lessons from Ma to never eat strangers food crossed his mind C and left just as fast as they came. The pottage had soft chunks of brown, hard slices of orange, and thin bundles of green. The smell was like something he had never smelled before, yet its peculiar aroma made his stomach bubble all the same. He gulped a mouthful of the pottage down C scorching his throat as he did. For a man who had dined mostly on rodents and bugs his entire life, the texture was strange to his tongue and teeth. It was a bit chewy, and the taste was not as gamy as most of the meals hes had back in Screwpile. While Evens still preferred Mas home-cooking C this was not bad at all.
I hope it is to your liking. Others seemed to enjoy it, asked Stelie.
None answered her; their mouths were too full to utter even a single word.
Ill take that as a yes then. The beauty smiled kindly and brightly, outwardly satisfied with herself.
A moment of respite, under a dry roof, surrounded by friends, with warm food in their bellies C it has been a while since Evens had felt this.
Owl was the first to finish his meal. Thanks for this, he rested the bowl onto a nearby table and wiped his mouth with his sleeve, but in truth, I still dunno why youd bother to do all this. He burped as he spoke. Is this a way to ensnare us to your cause? Cause I assure you that a small bowl of stew would not cut it. We want nothing to do with whatever youre doing.
The giant of a man slammed his fist onto the table from across the room, startling all under the roof. Oh, shut it, tough guy. Ya think were doing this cause youre special? If you''re not gonna appreciate it, then leave it for others who willC
Brother, please, Callen interrupted him, perhaps he was the only one who would have the courage to calm that brute. I apologise for my brothers rudeness C but he does speak some truth. While wed not force you to bear our colours after a mere meal, wed be lying to say that wed not want as many able hands to join our side as possible. He explained to Owl gently C it was hard to believe that he and that giant were brothers. But with all that said, you claimed to want nothing to do with us C but do your friends share the same sentiment? asked Callen as he glanced his auburn eyes over to the others who have remained silent.
Evens stopped slurping on the pottage for a moment, even though he did not have an answer to give.
Id go where the boys go, with not a shred of hesitation, Blueyard answered aloofly while still gargling on his stew.
Rupert softly set his unfinished bowl onto a table, and he too sat over C finally allowing his one leg to take a rest. If I could Id like to join. He mumbled in a meek manner that was slightly different from usual.
I figured, Evens mumbled, and he was sure that he was not the only one who expected that.
So you would still not give up on that, Owl sighed. Honestly, I do not know whats gotten in that head of yours, he marched towards Rupert, and for a normally gutless craven, he mustered up enough courage to grab Rupert by his collars, even though he towered half a head over Owlem. After all what weve told ya. After everything that Miss Num had warned us. After how much ya sis pled and begged when the Sentinels hauled your arse off. Ya are still willing to forsake it all? he gripped onto the collars tighter, nearly ripping them off Ruperts shirt.
Why are we going through this again? Ive already given you my verdict again and again. Rupert replied, unbothered by Owls provocation.
This squabble was spoiling his meal, and Evens hurriedly gulped down the rest of the stew. Owl, thats enough. Dont pull one of your antic hereC
Then what of you, Evens? Will ya abandon ya mama as well? A mommas boy like ya? the rabid Owl twisted his head to Evens.
Hey, what are ya slandering me for? Evens held his hand to his chest, appalled by such uncalled slanders.
Ya boys actually have people waiting for you at home C get that through those hard heads of yours, Owl grunted before releasing Ruperts now wrinkled collars.
Owlem, please. Not here. Callen gently rested his hand on Owls shoulder.
Owl roughly turned his head back, only to then simmer down upon finding himself being the centre of attention of the entire brothel C capturing the attention of all as if he was an amusement act.
I have a family as well. Aside from that bear of a man over there who is my brother C Im also a husband and a father of two. Callen spoke softly. Theyre not here, of course. I wouldnt dream of bringing them to such a treacherous front. I havent seen them in months, but I pray that I will soon be able to reunite with them.
Get to the point, Owl clicked his tongue.
Callens expression remained unfazed by Owls rude remark. I cant tell you how many times Ive longed to abandon it all and return home to my family. In fact, I doubt anyone really wants me to stay here C besides myself, that is.
Then quit, added Owl.
Perhaps that would be a fine choice. But if I quit, how longer would it be until the flame of my cowardice catch up to me and raze all Ive cherished to ashes?
You all seem to believe that ya the centre of the world. Chances are nothing would happen regardless of what ya do, Owl groaned while rubbing his bald head.
Im sorry, but I would prefer not to leave things to chance and happenstance C not for the ones I hold dear, at least, Callen chuckled.
Owl gnarled his teeth as he crossed his arms irately C but he had no riposte to make.
Im sure your friends no doubt care for their loved ones C but sometimes, youd have to make hard decisions all for their sake, even if no one would ever understand it. Callen took his hand off Owls shoulder. But I do understand that it is a hard decision to make, so at least until Evens is fully rested up C youd all have that much time to decide. His smile was gentle, and his voice gentler. Evens knew not whether Callen was the leader of the band or not, but hed be surprised if his silver tongue hadnt earned him the position.
After all, we did promise you a safe dwelling. Itd taint our reputation to not follow through with it C and Ark knows our Chief would not like that. Stelie said while collecting up the empty bowls.
Thank you. Rupert tipped his head.
Thank you! Blueyard waved his hand.
Owl remained silent in his seat.
Evens passed the bowl to Stelie. Thank youC
Wait just a damn minute! A piercing roar from the other end of the brothel stole the dwellers attention. I would have none of that. Not until I hear this ones answer myself, Abraham shouted as he always seemed to do, before standing up from his tiny seat and marching towards the group C his steps rumbled the floor like small earthquakes. Both Callen and Stelie simultaneously sighed as they saw him approaching, yet they did not seem to have the energy left to halt his ensuing rampage.
Buckle up. He boutta beat your sour ass, Evens grinned at Owl while poking his arm C a poor attempt at cheering up the moody Owl.
Im talking to you, boy, the giant pointed his finger straight at Evenss face.
Wait, why me? Evens tried to dodge his head to the side, but the giants finger followed wherever he went.
I dont give a damn whether your friends want in or not C but they at least were true about it. You were not. His glare made Evens shrink down deeper into his seat. So come on, be quick about it.
What is this fat oaf waffling about? Evens cursed, but only in his mind where the giant could not hear it. The question was simple. He already knew the answer the moment he decided to take their offer to come to this shady brothel. I dont I dont know. That was not the answer he once had.
Say what now? Abraham raised his eyebrow in confusion.
Clean your damn ears, man. I said I dont know. Im fine with whatever that comes. Evens whinged like a toddler.
I heard what ya said. Im giving ya a chance to change yer pitiful answer.
Is this some sort of public humiliation ritual? Evens pondered as he stared back and forth, having found himself as the new centre of attention in the entire brothel C Owl, Rupert, and Blueyard certainly seemed to be enjoying this degrading act. Whats there to change? Whatever comes C comes, he chortled nasally. Why is a banished scoundrel like you, of all people, giving me sermons? Ill decide when the time comes, Evens kept on laughing by himself despite his heart beating out of rhythm while his breathing ran amok. He reached into his robes pocket, where her letter was kept C and he clasped onto it tightly. He could feel the parchment crumpling beneath the fabric, yet he could not seem to release his palm.
Ya honestly hold that true to yer chest?
Yes. Now hop off my ass.
The giant took a step back from Evens and scratched his scruffy beard. Youre a dreadfully dull man, arent ya? sighed Abraham.
What now? Evens leered at him. He did not expect such a trifle choice of words and unruffled voice from a brute like him, yet it stung all the same.
Gutless. Spineless. Letting others to drag ya around by the nose. Ya live your life for nought but waiting for death. A forever witnesser to the future that passed ya by. Pitiful runt. The giant lectured Evens as if he were his teacher.
What the hell do you even know about me? Evens grinded his teeth and clenched his fists C the brutes words were like bitter medicine to him. There were hundreds of ways he could have defended himself against this slight, whether verbally or physically C yet whatever thoughts he had planned, his weary might and mind would not allow him to follow through with it in this tired state. Yes, that must be why Evens mumbled to himself, and his mumbling soon became feeble laughter, also to himself.
If I were the chief, ya sorry ass would not be joining this band whether ya want to or not. Abraham spat at Evenss foot.
But youre not the chief, arent you?
A new yet familiar voice crashed into the scene and earned the regards, cheers, and silence of all. The figure lathered in black, from her hair to her heels C even half of her face was too masked in black. The stench of rotten eggs and wax candles followed each of her steps. Her one eye of gold lone shone forth, glimmering like a jewel for all to behold and fall in awe. Her smug smile and slanted eye made it seem as though she was enjoying the adoration of her own kind and strangers alike.
Oh, youre back. Took ya long enough, Abraham sighed, yet he still greeted the returning lady.
I thought that youve got lost at the door. I was half a mind to send some men to check up on you, chuckled Callen.
What are you getting at? Im not that helpless, the one-eyed lady lightly punched the doctors arm.
Youve been out for quite a while, Lady Frou. Would you like me to serve you a bowl of pottage? Stelie offered kindly.
No, Mom C Im fine, the woman jested with a jovial tone. She flippantly ambled towards Evens and crouched down next to him. You enjoying the meal, lad?
Her voice was smooth yet grating at the same time, only now that Evens was rested did he realise.
The lady asked ya a question, punk. The giant brute struck Evenss shoulder.
The meal was great If only the hosts could have matched up to it. Evens glared at the savage. He was not even angry when he first arrived at the brothel, but now, his mood has wholly dampened.
Im terribly disappointed to hear that. Perhaps wed be able to make it up for you soon, she offered kindly, like a desperate servant.
Whatever ya say. Ill stay until your promise to us is over, and then were done, Evens shook his head irately, like a frustrated master.
Abraham stepped in between them. Damn brat. Show some respect hereC
With a flick of her hand, the one-eyed lady commanded the brute to hold his tongue.
The sight of her shutting him up brought slight joy to Evenss eyes. I thought ya was just some doorwoman, but turns out youre quite beloved. A jester, perhaps? Evens chuckled faintly, his throat sored slightly as if he was swallowing hot coals.
Evens, thats enough. Im there with ya, but others do not seem to, Owl stepped towards Evens C the gall to do so after his own outburst.
Yeah, hold it in C lest you want them to kick us out, whispered Rupert, as he carefully stared around him, only to find that all orbs had been fixed onto Evens.
What they say, patch-lad! Blueyard slurred his words as if he were drunk.
Scrapper, too, barked at Evens and feebly bit onto his ankle, betraying his own owner after one measly hot meal.
Whose side are you on, you damn mutt? Evens lifted his foot away.
A jester? I might as well be, truly, the lady with bronzed skin giggled, the only one to find Evenss jest amusing. But fortunately, my title is a bit fancier. She still ported a wry smile despite Evenss attempt at incitement. My name is Frou C serial-name, Archetype Four. Im the Chief of the Firstkind. She stomped her foot onto a table and flapped her dark coattail back while proclaiming her mettle as if she were some sort of outlandish trouper. You may fall in awe, weep tears of joy, and bow at my feet now. The unhinged woman winked at Evens C a wink had never looked so lame before.
It was not the good doctor, or the kind lady, nor the strong brute C but this uncharted actor who led this band of downtrodden, brutish, and tousled rebels.
An ecliant the Chief of the Firstkind? Evens felt his soul slip away while his body struggled to hold up straight. He should have known the moment he caught glimpses of her golden eye, but the serial-name had all but confirmed it. What kind of freak show have I roped myself into? Evens groaned as he faced his friends and pet once more C their disenchantment had never been more visible, not even Rupert could hold a straight face amidst this circus parade.
Lost for words? the proclaimed leader grinned smugly.
You dont know even the first of it Evens tittered dryly, still trying to keep his thoughts collected.
Well, but I do know just where to start, she clapped her hands, and the room turned dark C leaving only a few rings of light lit up by candlesticks. Of all the rescued souls refuging here, yer four were the last to arrive. Hundreds of strange stories have been told from first light ''til the curtain of night. The ecliant lady pulled up a chair to the centre of the light and sat afront the newcomers, while Callen, Stelie, and Abraham posted behind her like statue sentries. So, care to regale us of your tales up ''til now? she grinned and revealed her sparkly golden orb, it was far shinier when all the light was solely fixated unto her.
What is even happening? Evens moaned in silence, hoping that the night veiled over this rundown cathouse would mask away his disgruntlement from all C or, at the very least, from his friends and Scrapper. I have a question For Ark Why? It has been absurd antics after another ever since Evens stepped foot inside this supposed brothel for decadence. Surrounded by candlelight, with preying stares and cold breaths coming out from the shadowy depths, only one mere thought coursed Evenss mind as he covered his nose away from the ecliants foul stench. Man I just wanted some rest
Chapter 20 – Stelie: “Thus Written, The Miserly Play”
Within the dark and secluded alleyway, entirely detached from the grand splendour of the rest of Dreamcity C only stillness lingered ever so peacefully. The air was cold yet sweet, like honey nectar being foraged yet only at night C a gift blessed upon this only. Stelie has never had much chance to bask in the pleasures of the City of Colours C she was much more accustomed to the capital of Xearth, where she grew up, and the Eastern Land, where the heart of the Firstkind laid fortressed.
I used to pray for times like this Stelie mumbled as she pressed her hands together, with a broom lying between her palms. Even if it was merely a temporary refuge offered to them by a generous host, it wouldnt sit right with her not to keep the brothel and its bearings tidy from time to time. It wasnt much, but it was honest work.
It wont be long before it happens Stelie pondered as she swept away the dust, rubbish, and dead leaves littering the entrance of the empty alley. Her shoulder still ached slightly from the time she got struck by the arrow from the Heart Commander. It had been a few days since theyd laid low in Dreamcity C but itd soon come for them to commence Frous peculiar plan and regroup with the rest of their force.
That ought to do for now, Stelie panted as she wiped the sweat off her face with her orange cloth that bore the Firskinds sigil. The alley was by no means cleaned of filth C but it was a change. With her work finished, she sat on the cobblestone and leaned her back to a wall C taking in the night air would be her sole reward.
Aside from ecliants, none besides mad men would dare to roam under the shroud of night, lest they wished to receive a visit from the Sentinels C but the folks in the City of Colours were hardly sane people. Hopefully, they dont come here, Stelie had never run into a Sentinel at night before outside of ambush, so she did not know if shed believe the rumour. Perhaps they were just bedtime stories that mothers read to their babes to scare them to sleep at night C not as though Stelie would know much about it herself.
Rather fine wind tonight for Dreamcity, Stelie breathed out gently, her body lightening and mind emptying under the soft breeze and fair moonglow C she had it all to enjoy for herself.
The last few nights were bustling with parties and planning, but now, most of the rescued prisoners have either decided to join the Firstkind or made a gamble to return to their homes from afar. Under the night and outside of sight, Stelie clasped her palms together and murmured a verse to Ark C praying for their good fortune, but Ark could only do so much.
Her belly was grumbling, and its obscene noise was reverberating throughout the whole alley, luckily, there was no one around to hear it. After all, she had given most of her own provisions to people who had departed away despite her comrades protest. A tinkle of warmth blessed her heart, thinking that her efforts may help them reach their home C after all, it was expected of her.
The times spent with others were precious, but ambling alone at times was too something that Stelie cherished dearly. She took in a last lungful of the cold air before her fleeting break came to an end, and it ever so slightly eased her stress and worries for the coming days. She patted the dirt off her garments and picked up her broom C her hind still wished to plant itself on the ground for hours on end.
As she leisurely walked back to the Love Machines, the sight of two familiar shadows emerging out of the brothel at the end of the alleyway caught her eyes. Evens? What is he doing at this time? Stelie thought as she glanced from afar at the scarry lad and his iron dog tiptoeing outside and carefully closing the brothels door C a rather curious sight to see from such a normally feisty young man. She still remembered the dishevelled state he was in when she first found him, yet he was now already strong enough to walk out and about on his own C its hard to find such resilience, even amongst steelmen.
The sneaky boy began to creep down the dark pathway, emptied of the usual guards stationed throughout it. Yet before he could take even two steps away from the brothel, the door to it opened once more, but this time from the inside. Another figure emerged, though this time it was not nearly as maimed and dreary as Evens but gaudy and extravagant instead.
Where ya going, Evens boy? the Chief stepped out of the brothel and into the shadow as her long dark cloak flapped along the wind C it was a wonder that she did not find it uncomfortable to adorn that rag all the time.
Like a toddler who was caught with his hand in the cookie jar, Evens froze still like a statue before creakily twisting his body back. Didnt your Centum masters teach you that its unwise for a rebel leader of all people to keep baring herself out in the open as if she no more than a mere public figure? jeered Evens.
Scrapped laid down on the dirt with its belly up, and began to roll back and forth like a log C as if it was offering itself in place of its master.
Didnt ya mommy teach ya its dangerous to wander outside at night? Ya want the spooky steelman to burn your books and toys? goaded Frou.
I do hope theyd tell me if they could find any, Evens retorted. Unlike you ecliants, I was not so fortunate with such trivial luxuries, he grinned widely, yet the smile felt hollow.
Ya say that, but nowadays, not many of even the noblest of ecliants would have a Servicebot of all things as their personal nanny. O I wonder how youve found yourself in the possession of such a relic of the past. Frou sneered. If Stelie remembered right, the Servicebot was once an invention of Newspecs, but it was soon discontinued and scrapped as the Centum Order found it too hard to maintain them, and after all, it was far easier to pawn their labours over to fresh humans, and steelborns instead.
Evens did not seem to have an answer to that. His face seemed troubled as his brown eyes flustered wildly and his scarry body turned prickly.
I better intervene before their pesky squabble turns worse, Stelie sighed. She raised her arm up and waved at them from the entrance of the alleyway; she doubted that they would be able to see her under the thick shroud of night unless she shouted out to them. Hey, you two. Will you both give it a reC Before she could finish her callout, Stelie stopped herself and pointed her broom forward as if it was a spear C having sighted something, or perhaps someone, in the corner of her eye.
The three stooges C Owlem, Rupert, and Blueyard were hiding in a corner by Stelies side, and their eyes were wholly focused on Frou and the fourth missing stooge.
What are they doing? Stelie thought fleetingly as she laid down her soft spear, yet that was quickly overshadowed by a rush of embarrassment. How long have they been here? Stelie frantically tried to hide away her reddened face, and she struck her own stomach as if that would somehow stop it from growling any further.
The boys didnt seem to care too much about Stelies nervous rant and instead silently beckoned to Stelie C she knew those gestures all too well.
You want me to watch it with you? Stelie gestured back at them.
Together, they held their thumbs up and nodded their heads flippantly.
Fine, Ill make an exception this one time, Stelie sighed as she carefully snuck to their side and hid with them, ensuring that Frou and Evens would not hear or see her. Shed normally never eavesdrop on others, but shed overlook it this once, for those lads, too, overlooked her own gaffe. Besides, shed be lying if she said she wasnt also curious as to why Frou decided to secretly meet Evens, of all people.
Do you really mean to leave? Without your friends at that? asked Frou from a distance, capturing the attention of the lurking meddlers back to their conversation.
Evens did not answer at first, as glitters of sweat could be seen trailing down his tanned skin. Why does it matter to you I what do? Didnt you say I was free to go as I please? Or were those just pretty lies to impress your slaves, and now youd just cut off any loose ends? Evens chuckled nervously.
Ya still think I care whether ya a rat or not? the Chief tilted her head as she asked, with her eyepatch nearly slipping off.
What do you mean?
Frou seemed to shake her head in disappointment. No doubt half of the folks weve taken in oughta be spies from the Order, whether of their own volition or otherwise. Hell, ya may be one yourself, laughed Frou.
Get to the point, Evens clenched his teeth.
Everyone is free to do as they please, and I, too, will do as I please. If you do mean to snitch out on us to the blacks or blues C well, lets just say that your predecessors havent been so lucky. Even when staring at her from afar, Stelie could still see her golden glare clearly, as if it were daytime.
That a threat? Youd kill me if I speak? scoffed Evens.
Kill ya? Who do ya think I am? My brother? Frou pressed her gloved hand to her chest, actually sounding hurt at Evenss remark. Nah, I just dont think youd find much success in revealing anything at all. No one here knows anything much at all besides me, of course. Frou never ceased to take an opportunity to praise herself. Even then, Stelie could hardly disagree. Stelie had known Frou for ages, even before the Firstkind was established, yet she could still never truly grasp what goes behind that golden eye and eyepatch of hers.
Forget it. I wasnt going to speak anyway C you at least have my word on that. Not as though Id have much to say regardless, sighed Evens.
Im glad we were able to settle that matter on amicable terms, the Chief grinned from ear to ear. But if I may be so bold to ask C why would you leave then? asked Frou with an innocent gaze. Ill admit youve done well enough for a human to recover so quickly, but I doubt, even with your strength, itd be enough to journey all the way back to Screwpile C with no friends to guard your back, no food to stuff your belly, and no arks to fill your pocket. She glanced up and down at the empty-handed lad.
Ill die trying, I suppose. A valiant claim, yet his shaken voice was not convincing anyone.
To go that far Frou sighed gently. Do you have someone waiting for you back there?
Like a mute, Evens once more held no answer to Frous relentless questioning.
Dont worry, I already know the answer, chuckled Frou. That Owl boy sang like a canary C but for all that he spilt, it was only for your sake, itd seem. Hes a good friend ya have there.
Is that so? Stelie looked down at Owlem, only to find the bald lad was slightly blushing over his swart skin.
Evens didnt seem to appreciate much of his friends consideration as his eyes slanted and his tongue clicked. There you have it then. You have all my secrets to flaunt as you like. May I request to leave now? requested Evens tiredly.
Depends. Is this request of your own wishes? Frous smirk was illumined over by the moonlight.
Evenss silence persisted as he glared down at Frou like a preying beast.
However strange they may appear C at least your friends decisions were true to them. Frou sighed before pointing it out. But I cant seem to quite put my finger on your case. Youre like a puppet, fashioned from scraps and marionetted by strings, with no wants nor needs of your own. Obstinate as ever, the Chief decided to lecture him now of all time.
Awfully big talk for someone whos only known me for a few days. Evenss tone mustered up hints of poise.
I do not need to be in bed with ya to know, Evens boy. Ive known and met folks like you my entire life, and none of them have ever broken such a simple curse. As if she had put on another one of her acts, the Chiefs voice turned sullen and grey.
Geez, you really were a trouper, werent you? Not a single damn word out of your mouth seems to make any sense. Evens swallowed his breath as he jeered.
Then let me put it simpler so even a dunce like you would understand, Frou smiled wryly. Do you wish to return home because you want to as a noble son or because you have to as a dithering child? tested Frou.
Thats not any simpler at all.
But you do get it.
Evens hesitated for a moment as his body was seemingly stuck in place by invisible chains. Even if I wanted to, what possible reasons would there be for me to stay? the tense lad gulped his own words.
I dont know. Frou shrugged her shoulders flippantly. But in times, a purpose may eventually come. While on the other hand, there are no real reasons as to why you should return. Even your mother did not wish for that, didnt she? Frou raised her hand gloved in black and pointed her finger down at Evenss cloak.
You sly knave Evens cursed as he grasped onto his pocket, where a bulge akin to that of crumpling parchment could be seen underneath it.
Ive been accused of wearing many masks and names, but that was a new one, Frou burst out into a fit of dry laughter.
Evens sighed and ruffled his dark hair, outwardly worn out from reasoning with the demented woman before him Why do you even care so much? Whether I join or not should hardly put a dent in your pretentious cause.
Pretentious? You wound me, Evens boy, wept Frou hammily, though only for a moment. But in spite of your crudely misplaced sentiment about my pedigree, I, on the other hand, have a great deal of respect for you. After all, it is rare for someone, let alone a human, to survive a bout against my brother.
Against her brother? Stelie was taken aback C she had not heard of that story. The only brothers whom Frou had left were Nine, Six, and Five C and amongst those three, only a bout against that loathsome Prime Sentinel would be considered a noteworthy achievement. So he pitted heads with that monster and survived? Stelie sweated, her fair fleece trembling with delight and dander at just the mere thought of that man.
So those fools revealed that as well? mumbled Evens as his face twitched slightly.
Stelie looked back to the three lads, only to find Rupert and Owl sweating and blinking restlessly.
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Call it what ya want. To that hard-headed brute, everythings a fight. The Chief scoffed at a man who was not there. Besides, its not only me that appreciates it either. A lot of my men drank themselves silly upon hearing that ya managed to land a blow upon the mighty Prime Sentinel, laughed Frou. The day we cast down that tyrant of an ecliant would truly be wondrous for all humans and steelborns of Xearth.
Truly so Stelie clenched her fist tightly, she could feel her nails digging into her palms. The dark night over her head seemed to be enveloped by memories of flames and the cries of children C and they vanished just as fast as they once did. Calm down, Stelie She steeled her mind and prayed to Ark for her heart to stop beating so wildly.
So is that the sole reason you lots want me to stick around? asked Even with blushing cheeks.
Yeah. That not enough? answered Frou with an innocent look.
Of course not! Evens scolded the tactless chief, flipping off an imaginary table.
Really? This is proving much more trying than I thought, Frou scratched her chin, having exhausted all of her options C before clapping her palms. Mind chiming in then, lads and lassie? Her call echoed throughout the empty alley, awakening what little souls resided left in this dark burrow C as her one eye of gold twisted back to the entrance of the alley, meeting the auburn eyes of Stelie directly.
Damn it Caught and shamed, Stelie dragged herself and the three punks out of hiding and meekly braved towards her chief C the shameful walk gave her enough time to remember why she hated eavesdropping so much.
Good evening, Miss Frou. My apologies for our meddling, the polite Rupert was the only one to bow his head, while Owl held his tongue in contempt, and Blueyard was aloof to it all and found more enjoyment in petting Scrappers belly.
When reunited with his friends, Evens, too, did not speak a word and instead faced down to the shadowy ground.
Dont pain yer back apologising oer this. Its not as though were gossiping anything serious, Frou calmed the lad down. But I must say C its rather strange for ya of all people to be doing something so shameful, Stel, she smirked at Stelie.
My apologies. It wouldn''t happen again. Stelie answered.
No, no. By all means C do let it happen again. Pray that itd shave off that brown nose of yours, squinted Frou with glee. Well then, my fine gents and lady C what verdicts would ya folks be bestowing upon our little stowaway here? Like the orator of a play, the Chief spoke out to her small audience.
Evens was the first to toss his arms in the air and squander this farce of a trial. Enough of this shit already. They have nothing to do with myC
Stay, Rupert spoke, and all listened wordlessly, not even the creaky rustles in the night air could shadow his sincere voice.
What? No! Dont listen to Peg! Leave! Get out of here! Owlem retaliated, his voice was brisk and filled with vigour as if it was a direct offence to him instead.
Please dont start this again Stelie sighed in silence, but she felt as though Evens, too, shared in her sentiment.
As they have been doing ever since they arrived at Dreamcity, the two boys traded arguments in circles, never yielding an inch against the other. All Stelie, Evens, and Blueyard could do was uphold silence while circling the two combative brats as if they were watching a gladiator bout C a very noisy and wordy bout at that.
Alright, thats enough out of ya both, Frou lastly stepped in between the squabbling duo, if she hadnt, no doubt theyd have kept going until the next morn. The fervour is much appreciated. But please, at least let the star of the act, too, speak his heart. She glanced back at the quiet Evens; his face was pensive as if he would wish for nothing more than to leave and retire away the accursed night.
Be quick about it, Evens. She wouldnt let you go until you do, Stelie offered a word of advice from many years of having to deal with Frous antics.
Stelie never took a rough-looking lad such as Evens to be so meek and mopey C yet there he was, musing in his own dream world and making others have to wait for him as if he was a king.
The foreboding husk at last found the courage to move his mouth. Rupert, why do you want to stay? Dont you have Ruby waiting for you? asked Evens with a deadpan face.
I dont know what else to say. Ill do more good here for my sister than I would back home. Rupert uttered softly.
Is that all?
That is all.
Owlem interrupted Ruperts piece and lunged himself at the one-legged lad. Bullshit! Stop lying! Ya were the one who once wanted to leave the mostC
Owl, why do you want to return? Who is there left waiting for you there? asked Evens, still with a deadpan face.
What did you say? Owlem stuttered as his eyes twitched creepily. Stelie had never seen the boy so angry since he arrived in Dreamcity. The enraged lad pushed Rupert back and went after Evens instead, violently gripping him by the collars, yet Evens didnt seem to fight back. So ya really going there? he spat at Evens. I dont give a shit if I have no one to welcome me home C thats my home, asshole. Owlem cursed, yet it felt sorrowful. And thats your home as well. Miss Num had no obligation to nurture your sorry ass, yet she did it anyway. So be a man and do right by the people who did right by ya! he released Evens from his grip.
You dont know anything about her Evens murmured as he fixed his collars.
Well, if you do C then make a goddamn decision already!
I dont know!
Time out. Like a gust of wind, the Chief spawned amidst their squabble and separated the two with her gloved hands. What did I just say, Owl boy? Keep yer temper, she asked, but Owlem merely dodged her orb. And you too, Evens boy. Ya friend cares for ya so cool off on the hardass act.
The scarry lad smacked Frous hand aside. Youre the one who brought them out, so why blame me? moped Evens. Stelie had seen children who acted less spoiled than him.
Youre right; it is my fault. So allow me to reprise my duty then, Frou lamented before bobbing a pristine curtsy under the moonlight C her golden orb, the colour of an Archetype, blessed its sheen unto Evens. Evens, what do you want to do? Her question asked, simply and gently.
First order of things, I want to get out of here and leave all of this crap behind me, sneered Evens.
Not that. What do you want to do with your life?
What kind of question even is that? You my teach or something? he chuckled nervously.
No matter how hard Evens tried to deny and elude it, Frous warm gaze soon melted his icy act.
Evenss brown eyes traced up and down frantically while pondering in his jumbled mind C he made it seem as if he was a Harford scholar answering a test question. I dont know. As far as I have known, theres nothing really that I fancy, he shook his head dully.
Youre not fooling any of us, Evens boy. Be honest with us. Like a Harford professor, Frou would not let Evens step down without an answer.
With blushed cheeks, Evens swallowed his breath and retracted his lips. I dont know I enjoy journeying, I suppose. Seeing new things, making new things. Not as though Ive had much chance, growing up in Screwpile and all. The grim boy mumbled, his lips barely moving and his eyes unwilling to meet any others.
Then do you think you could achieve that dream when the world is chained by the Centum Order?
Frous question dawned upon not only Evens but itd seem to the other lads, too, as they all fell in silence. The only sound to be heard was from Scrapper licking his paws without any care at all for his masters torment. My dream Stelie, too, pondered it, the question she had heard many times before, yet she had still not found the answer to it.
Silver-tongued crone. Do you say these to everyone? Evens clicked his tongue as sweat trailed down his forehead C it seemed he had found his match.
I say different things to everyone, smirked Frou. So what says you?
Like clockwork, Evens turned mute once more with no answer to give. The poor boy could not make a single decision, and the night was passing them by. As if his pensiveness was a disease, his friends and pet, too, succumbed to dullness, and they held their tongues and breaths like statues, awaiting for Evens to speak at last.
This was fun at first, but its getting rather dull. Dont ya think? the lanky Blueyard lowered his head and whispered to Stelies ear.
Im amazed you even managed to find any amusement at all from this, Stelie whispered back so as not to ruin the tension.
Im afraid Ive seen far drearier things in my life, My Lady, his smile was eery and lifeless like a scarecrow. What do you make of all this? Should patch-lad stay, or should patch-lad leave?
My opinion does not matter.
I call bollocks! But regardless of how little you think of yourself C were at a stalemate right now. So every vote counts. The ghostly mans crescent grin, revealing his rotten teeth, sent shivers down Stelies spine.
Even if you put it that way C I do not know what to choose either.
Surely you jest? A girl like you no doubt already has an answer since the beginning.
I do not follow. Stelie scratched her golden head in confusion.
Do I always need to spell it out for you people? groaned Blueyard like a frustrated teacher. Surely someone birthed and cursed with kindness like yourself would not condemn that poor boy to certain death. His blue pearls gazed ardently at Stelie, and it did not shine for a single moment.
This human No, perhaps not Stelie took a step back from the creep, yet it was too late, his words had struck deep into her mind. What is this man trying to say? Stelie mumbled. She had few ideas of what he could mean, yet none of them would make any sense, nor would they matter right now. The silence had gone on for far too long, and even her chief was feeling uneasy as she trembled under her cloak like a toddler who was forced to behave. Fine, Ill play your game, Stelie huffed in a breath of cold air before stepping in front of Evens.
The lad, who was stuck in deep thought, burst awake when he met with Stelies orange eyes before him, they were close enough that Stelie could feel Evenss breathing.
Please stay with us. Stelie pleaded, and the silence broke. Cheers, hisses, laughter, cries, and lamentations could all be heard surrounding her. Regardless of Blueyards effort to persuade her C Stelie had already decided to side with her chief since the beginning.
Owlem was the first to jump out of his post and raise his displeasure. No! DontC
Let the damn lady speak, for a one-legged man, Rupert still lunged forward and gagged Owlems mouth with his palm.
While his friends were fighting amongst each other, the patched toy being fought over merely stood still in shock, still hadnt uttered a single word yet. His brown eyes were halfway opened, and so was his mouth C he seemed as if he was stunned in place and died standing.
Ignoring the two nuisances, Stelie kept going and leaned even closer to Evens; their faces were close enough that they could kiss. Now that youve associated yourself with us, it would be far too dangerous for you to roam alone. So, at least for the time being, until this whole mess falls over C stay here. Though Stelie worded it as such C she did not know if she actually believed it. Perhaps this time, wed be able to bring him down Stelie clenched her fist, ensuring not to let the man who fought against the Prime Sentinel out of her grasp.
How bout that, Evens boy? Surely you would not deny the request from such a fine lady? Frou stuck her nose into the wrangle; she could not survive even one second without being at the centre of attention.
If I were to join C may I be stripped of your colours whenever I wish? mumbled Evens, his voice was so faint that it was eclipsed by his raging heartbeat. Stelie nodded her head firmly without ever yielding her gaze.
The tension in the air filled as everyone awaited Evenss answer. The tension was so thick that Stelie could sweep it with her broom if shed like. Not even a single breath nor movement could be heard during those everlasting seconds.
Fine, Ill stay C just for now.
The silence quelled. Rupert and Blueyard erupted into cheers as if they had just won a war C while Owlem sulked by his lonesome, yet he didnt seem too upset, as if he had already expected Evenss answer.
This doesnt feel right Stelie scratched her head; she found something off from Evenss response C his words were there, yet the intent was absent. You dont need to feel in debt to me Stelie crooned.
A joyous moment indeed. Welcome aboard, Evens boy! Frou clapped her hands. And should I say to you both as well, Owl boy, Blueyard? she reached both of her hands out to them.
You know it, boss lady! Blueyard shook her hand like an obedient pup.
Damn masked witches. What other choices do I have now? Owlem reluctantly clung onto her glove. Ill stick around until these two fools realise their mistakes.
O how I love to see such great bonds between friends, Frou wept dry tears. No further dawdling. Shall we make it official, Evens boy? At last, she, too, reached out her hand to Evens.
I cant believe the day would come when I lock arms with a steelman and the chief of the Firstkind at that. What has this world truly come to? Evenss sigh filled with lament, yet his handshake held firm.
Really? I mean, ya technically owe us steelmen. We did save your life, Frou tilted her head.
I dont remember you saving anyone.
Not me C I mean her, Frou pointed her finger to the side.
Dont do it, Stelie mumbled.
Shes a steelborn.
Damn it, Frou. Do you want them to stay or not? Stelie palmed her own face.
Is that true, Miss Stelie? asked Rupert, his voice showing signs of wavers for the first time.
Yes, but trust me when I say C I want nothing to do with the ecliants. Stelie declared C it was true then, and it remained true now. Aside from the Chief, of course. She glared at Frous one eye, contemplating whether she should still uphold her oath to such a tattler.
How many steelmen do you have in your ranks? Are there even any humans left? asked Evens.
Only a few here and there. Do you think we would have survived thus far if we hadnt banded together? Frou riposted.
As if Id know.
Dont need to crease your forehead and mind the fine details, the Chief patted Evenss back. If it makes your conscience feel better C think of this whole thing as a repayment for one kinds charity. Surely you wouldnt be such a gutless craven that youd not return the favour to this fair maiden who saved your life? she leered at Stelie, despite having only one eye, it was far more haughty than people with twice what she had.
Frou Stelie glared back at the Chief, who never knew when to hold her tongue C of which she merely smiled giddily as she always does.
Enough. Youve already caught me, no further traps needed. Evens rubbed his creased head; the long night had taken a rather big toll on him, itd seem. So what now then? What use would you have us do? After so painstakingly convincing us to stay C surely it would be sometime worthwhile.
Of course, of course, the Chief ambled in a circle and rounded all eyes to her once more. I need you to go to prison.
What? blurted Evens.
What? blurted Owl.
What? blurted Rupert.
What? blurted Blueyard.
What? Stelie blurted out silently.
Silence descended once more into this accursed alleyway as jaws were left agape and limbs fell limp C itd seem Sentinels and watchdroids were unneeded to spoil such a beautiful night.
Why? Evens enquired, the muscles upon his face twitching at the end of his word, trying his best to hold any semblance of composure left.
Patience, Evens boy. Like I said, there are imposters among us after all, so there wouldnt be much I could disclose to you or anyone else, really C not until all the stains besmirched upon our banners are cleansed. Frou traced her one eye across each person present; her distrustful habit had not changed one bit. Just follow my orders, and youll be fine. She lightly patted Evenss back once more.
Great trust ya have in us there, Owlem took any chance he could get to scoff at Frou.
I can only put so much trust in folks that are not myself and I. Dont worry, you wouldnt be the only ones to brave behind bars. Once you get to the Ironmount, all would become clear in due time.
Thats your grand plan? So what do ya want us to do? Yield ourselves to the watchers? Or should we commit some petty crimes first to make this stupid act of yours believable?
Dont worry your bald head over it, Owl boy. The Chief smacked his bald head. Our informant has sighted several squadrons of Heart Sentinels marching towards Dreamcity and soon would arrive in the coming days.
So youre escaping, right? queried Rupert.
I expected such a faithless question from Owl boy, not ya. The Chief shook her head like a disappointed mother. Well use the commotion to have you and others infiltrate their ranks C either prisoners or personnel.
As if thatd work, Evens, too, shook his head like an equally disappointed son, having to hear his moms crazy drivel.
Whether it works or not, it doesnt matter. We can always try again for that.
Then why do it then? There must be a safer way to go about this. Even Rupert had to chime in on Frous absurdity.
This forthcoming encounter isnt only for your assigned mission, sighed Frou before lifting her head and arms as if they were wings. It is a declaration of war.
What? As if he had never seen or heard something so lame before, Evenss eyes and mouth dropped so low that they could fall off his scarred face.
The Chief flipped back her scruffy dark hair, still adorning her prideful smirk. Weve won one ambush. Now we need a spark, a declaration to the world, and rile up the common folk. What better place to start the flame than the City of Colours and Lawless Swine?
Youre mental. Just for that, youd risk your mens lives? Owlem gritted his teeth. If not for Blueyard wrapping his arm over the boys shoulder, Stelie shuddered to think what impetuous acts hed have attempted.
Theyd risk their own lives. I offered to them the same choice I did to you C do as you please, and Ill do the same. If at any point, ya want to tuck tail or betray us C by all means.
The boys could merely squint their eyes and twitch the edge of their mouths at such a vague response. None voiced their concerns any longer nor attempted to dispute against Frou, having learned the futility from it all, the very same that Stelie has learned in her many years acquainted with the Chief.
What is wrong with your chief? Evens leaned close and whispered to Stelie.
Ive been wondering the same for the last twenty years. Stelie sighed, she could no longer bother to excuse nor reason Frous behaviour.
Enough of yer chattering. Whatever sly schemes ya may have C save it for when Im not there, Frou declared before stepping back into her spotlight under the moon once more. O how Ive longed for this. At last C may the play Ive woven be brought and lit on stage! Bear witness to my denied grandeur, father, brothers, and sisters! Like an overwrought zealot or demented actor, Frou prayed to an audience in the sky and not the ones by her side.
As Frou laughed maniacally away into the night and her one eye of gold warped crescent as if she had succumbed to pure ecstasy, only one thought crossed Stelies mind and no doubt the newcomers as well. Are we the baddies?
Chapter 21 – Sitri: “On Behalf of Blood”
Shit. Am I late? Sitri cursed, he would have shouted it aloud if he wasnt so out of breath. He was running as fast as he could, nearly tripping over his own dress shoes with each step. Normally, he would have taken his time to marvel at the masterfully crafted marble halls and pillars, lifting grand mosaic ceilings depicting the great figure of Ark dated back to the Iron War C yet now was not the time.
Excuse me. Out of the way, Sitri panted as he shoved aside the horde of students and teachers singing and celebrating throughout the hall C their ceremonial gowns cladded in unique colours, up to nine colours for each different teaching at this olden university. He still remembered the layout of this great keep even after so many years, but no matter how fast his mind was working to navigate his path, his body was not nearly strong enough to keep up with its demands.
A giant bell of gold rang loudly from atop a mighty tower, and its melody could be heard even deep inside the building where Sitri wandered C the chime signifying the end of the ceremony.
Oh shit Sitri gasped for air as he recouped his breath and leaned against a wall adorned with murals and paintings depicting historical tales and bygone figures of legends. The ceremony that he had been invited to attend months before has ended without him having caught even a glimpse of it. O Ark, have mercy and shield me from her wrath Or just wisp me away from here if you may. Sweat was already pouring down his pale skin and soaked his newly tailored blue suit, but it became particularly chilling at the mere thought of what was to come. Perhaps I should just leave The risky thought crossed his mind, and for once, his body moved before that trusty mind of his as he tiredly turned around and readied his sore legs to march back down the hall.
Leaving so soon? After just arriving? a gentle yet commanding voice spoke out from behind Sitri C reminding him of Father, but still far less intimidating.
Damn you, Ark Sitri grunted silently, he had prayed that at least for once, Ark would have heeded his prayers. He creakily twisted around, his silver eyes finding it hard to stare at the ruby eyes of the woman standing before him, dressed entirely in red C the colour of her Stairs. Of course not, Lady Sarianna. I was just stretching my back. When you are stuck on a desk your whole days like me, you will find your bones to be more brittle than sand, he chuckled awkwardly while pretending to curl his back.
Enough of your paltry excuse, brother. Stringing long verses and offering your pleasantries wouldnt save you from this. As crass as ever, his older sister grinded her teeth as she marched towards him, nearly tripping over her own dresstail and high heels C itd seem that being the Arbiter of Might has stripped her of any semblance of ladylike grace.
My apologies, sister. Sitri wasted no time to bow his head, lest he wished to suffer another onslaught of endless nagging and pummelling that haunted his childhood.
Im not the one you need to apologise to, Sarianna flicked her long blond hair back before taking a step aside for another to step forth.
Sitri could hardly believe that he hadnt noticed him the moment he turned his head back. The once smallest of the litter has grown to become a mighty of a man C his stature nigh-rivalling even Fathers, but unlike him, his bright and soft smile hasnt faded yet.
Its been so long, big bro! the giant cladded in a red graduation gown rushed forward like a bull and wrapped his paws around Sitri like a bear.
My poor back Sitri groaned, he felt as if he was a bug being squashed between someones palm. Its been a while, Arwyle, he mumbled with the last bit of his strength. Now, please let me go, lest youd fancy more for an omelette as a brother.
The big oaf squinted his purple orbs, outwardly taking him a few seconds to realise the ensuing act of murder he was committing. Sorry, my bad. He promptly released his hug. Despite being a giant of a man, he still seemed to be a child at heart.
Hold yourself together, Sitri scolded himself before fixing his attire and composure. I cant believe that the once small trickster had grown into a man and graduated Surely you did not bribe the Arbiters and Headmaster to earn that paper? jested Sitri as he snatched the diploma paper off of Arwyles hand and examined it C after all, he too is an Arbiter, even if he does not fulfil his role often, so he would know if it was forged or not. The hard paper was gracefully inked onto by hand C declaring one Arwyle Asai, serial-name Six-Two-Eight, to have graduated from Harford University upon completing his study at the Stairs of Might, the department of study primarily focused on the arts of battle and warfare.
Arwyle effortlessly took back his parchment from Sitris feeble grip. Ya think Id be able to pull something like that off with that witch as my Arbiter? whispered Arwyle as he secretly pointed his finger at Sarianna, the Arbiter of Might herself.
That witch can hear you. And as long as youre still in school ground, Im still your Arbiter C so watch your tongue. As if she had ears at the back of her head, Sarianna heard Arwyles remark and pinched him by the ear.
Im sorry, big sis, Arwyle squirmed in pain C no matter how big hes grown, itd seem he still has not outgrown a lifetime of childhood trauma inflicted upon him by the overstrict Sarianna.
At the sight of siblings he had not seen for a long time, Sitri couldnt help but smile. Say, where are the others? Are they here as well? asked Sitri as he twisted his head back and forth, seeking to find his remaining siblings from amidst the massive crowd.
Upon being asked, Sarianna released Arwyles ear from her fingers. Stellon wasnt able to make it C he is still stricken with sickness, itd seem. Wylette and Tyra are visiting some of their old friends and teachers. Sygmond, too, is paying a visit to his Stairs Arbiter and the Headmaster himself. For that instant, Sarianna sounded exactly like an Arbiter and recounted the events unfolding on the school grounds. Well meet up with them in a moment. Those kids would not shut up about when youd arrive. And after a mere moment of acting primly, she reverted to her usual crass nature.
I cant blame them. That tends to happen when you have someone as cool as me for a brother, Sitri goaded, nearly biting on his tongue for acting so unbecomingly smug.
And is this cool brother in the room with us right now? asked Sarianna with dull eyes.
The audacity! Who else but I? Sitri was flabbergasted, after all, he was by far the most accoladed amongst all of his siblings, bearing the titles of Ace, Head of Newspecs, and Arbiter of Construct C they ought to feel honoured to be adopted into the same household as his. You think Im cool, right, Arwyle? he desperately asked the aloof giant.
Youd be much cooler if you could score me a cushy job at Newspecs. Arwyle chuckled while still caressing his sore ear and ruffled dark hair.
You havent even started your career at the Sentinels, and youre already looking into retiring? I didnt remember raising you like that, Sarianna scolded him as if she was his mother C though perhaps it wasnt too far off, as they never had a mother and Father was never one to play houses, so Sarianna, being the oldest of all seven siblings, had to take on most of the caring duty.
A joke, of course. Arwyle chuckled nervously.
I do not mind if you truly wish for it, though. Truth be told, I do not think it would be wise to enlist during these trying times. Sitri warned his little brother.
Appreciate the offer C but no can do, bro. Its precisely because we are in trying times that I should enlist. Uncle Astra has already recommended me to the Heart Sentinel, and Id be grouping up with Fathers force in the coming weeks. Arwyle grinned from ear to ear, his sparkling purple eyes were so pure and oblivious.
I guess theres no stopping him Sitri smirked gently. Do be careful then. And dont make any trouble for Father.
Me? The old man will be weeping tears of joy to have me in his rank. With me there, Id finish what Father and Auntie Eight couldnt have done for almost twenty years.
Alright, we understand, Mister Hero. Now, how about you share some of that heroic spirit with your other friends and siblings, Sarianna sighed. So go on. Have some fun on your last day, brother. I have some matters to discuss with Sitri. Well catch up with you all later. She smiled softly and patted Arwyles shoulder, having to stand on tiptoe just to reach his height.
Stop it. Im not a kid anymore, Arwyle blushed as he chucked her hand off of him.
Then get on out of here and become a man, Sarianna smiled and slapped his back instead.
Fine. But you better be quick about it, else well celebrate without you both, the lively lad C soon to become a man C ambled away down the hallway, with students and teachers alike laughing and cheering him as he passed.
Hes quite well-liked, itd seem. Sitri chortled as he stared at Arwyles departing figure.
He sure is C unlike someone I know. Sarianna gave him a side-eye.
Your words wound me, dear sister. I suppose I just take it after Father. Sitri made a jest, yet his jest received no laughter.
As crass as she was, Sarianna was ever cheery C yet her perky smile was dispelled briefly at the mere mention of Father. So he couldnt make it this time either, huh? sighed Sarianna, as her ruby eyes fell down to the red carpeted floor.
Father is a busy man. Youd have to excuse him. Sitri tried to console her as if he was the older sibling instead.
I find you far busier than him, yet you still came.
My burdens pale when placed next to his. He has to work hard because of us, so please understand.
Dont worry. After the sixth time, we were already used to it. Even Arwyle had made his peace long before he even knew hed graduate. Her smile returned feebly, yet its shine had already faded.
Sitri could not deny it. Father had never attended even a single graduation of all seven of his kids, not as though Sitri deemed he had to. An Archetype such as him was kind enough to adopt them all into a household that many ecliants could only dream of. I owe my life to him Sitri pondered, that pledge had stayed true to him ever since he met Father.
You mentioned that you have some matters to discuss with me, right? What was that about? he tried to change the topic.
Oh right, about that. First, let me ask C why were you so late anyway? asked Sarianna as she began to walk down the marble and glossy aisle, with Sitri following by her side, trying his best not to fall enamoured by the brilliant architectural marvels that lay abundant in this great institute.
A headache it was. Dozens upon dozens of Heart Sentinels stopped me at every step to question me as if I were a common crook. I cant believe the Headmaster would allow for so many of them to roam the school grounds unattended. Sitri whinged.
Lord Doorn didnt have much choice in that matter, Im afraid.
Ever since its foundation, Harford had remained a largely independent patch of land in Xearth, governed by the esteemed scholars of Harford University while operating in alliance with the Centum Order instead of directly under its rule C yet that acclaim seemed to have dwindled in time, with many teaching and Arbiter positions being occupied by members of the Centum Order. Until this day, Sitri still had not fully understood why the Prophet had allowed Harford to linger untouched for so long. Until then, their flag depicting a half-burned tome would remain to be hoisted.
The City of Knowledge has no master besides knowledge itself C such lofty words from puppets still blind to the strings hung over their heads. Even their titles are lofty C Arbiters, they say, bestowed upon folks who are essentially lionised teachers. Sitri scoffed.
Rather condemning words from the Arbiter of Construct himself. Abandoning your students and Stairs to stand-ins C all so you may play lords in Sentry seems to be doing just fine for you.
Way to make it sting, Sitri mumbled. Despite being the Arbiter of Construct, Sitri was hardly ever at Harford to fulfil his teaching duties. Therefore, his role would have to be delegated to any substitutes that the university could find C this, too, held true for the Prophet and Bao, who were both Arbiters of their respective Stairs.
I was the Head of Newspecs before I was the Arbiter of Construct. My allegiance had never changed once.
Well, you better keep that sentiment to yourself when at Harford. Need I remind you that folks here much prefer you as an Arbiter of Harford rather than a pawn of the Order.
Thats the last thing I need to be reminded of, Sitri sighed. For the many goods that his inventions in Newspecs have brought to Xearth, there were equally as many mishaps that his company has committed. Many still often protest afront Newspecs headquarters, demanding retribution for creating the meterases and bringing forth the Hoary Woe C a period of unrest throughout the realm, filled with beastly threats, economic collapse, and rebellious efforts. I was just following the Centums orders, Sitri convinced himself.If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.
As long as you remember, thats good. We do not need further trouble at school these days, Sarianna groaned, it was rare for such a spirited woman like her, let alone the Arbiter of Might herself, to sound so drained.
Is that what you wished to discuss about? asked Sitri, though he had already more or less deduced the answer.
Theyve reached the end of the corridor, where a giant window with marble rims was opened, allowing for the fair breeze and the bustling festive clamour to flow into the olden keep C yet it too brought along raucous profanities and gripes delivered by wind. Sitri loomed his head over the window, his golden head turning dishevelled from the breeze as he glanced down from the short tower and directly onto the grand courtyard C where an assembly of students and teachers were shouting in unison, yet not out of celebration, but protest.
Liberate Xearth! Justice for all! Humans and steelborns are Xearthers too! Down with the Order! The Automatons will make Xearth great again! The gathering of zealous ecliants preached to other passing ecliants, all while waving besmirched flags of the Centum Order and adorning their purposely-torn uniforms. A wall of Heart Sentinels encircled the protest to ensure that they may not harm any passers-by, yet they could not lay a finger onto them either as long as the protesters remained within the circle, lest they wished for the Centum Order to earn the ire of the Headmaster and the Arbiters.
A lot of more drogues nowadays, itd seem. It pained Sitri to see the place he once held so dear to his heart be spoiled by so many ecliants who had risen against the Centum Order. However, protests had never been that rare of sight in Harford, especially after the incident with the previous Headmaster that resulted in her death and the Arklympics being moved from Harford to Eden.
And it has only risen throughout the years, ever since this group called the Automatons sprung forth out of nowhere and charmed wide-eyed students and teachers with promises of greatness and heroism, Sarianna said while pressing down her long golden hair and fancy scarlet dress as to not let them be ruffled by the prankful wind.
They must be over the moon to find that the Firstkind has returned. Sitri couldnt take his eyes off of the ensuing protest on the ground; they looked like a swarm of ants from where he stood.
Sarianna snorted at the remark. You seriously think these lots would care for them? They want to depose the Order and install their own. As far as they are concerned, the Firstkind is just another rival to that position.
And the fools would pick Harford out of place to host their protests. The futility of it all. Sitri shook his head in disappointment.
I wouldnt go that far, brother. To bring down a nation, you must first conquer the learned portion.
Do you teach your students that at the Stairs of Might?
Nah, I just made that up.
Figured, Sitri rolled his eyes. So is this why there have been so many Heart Sentinels stationed here recently? The university has fallen so low to rebellious plagues that theyd beg for the Orders men to subdue their own students and teachers turned drogues? jeered Sitri, though he was not against arresting the drogues.
That isnt the only reason. I take it youve heard what happened to the Arbiter of Justice? asked Sarianna.
Ive heard. Burnt to death, a terrible way to go. Sitri winced at just the thought. He was not present in Sentry when Lady Brooks succumbed to her untimely faith, but it didnt take long for the Daily Centum to publish hundreds of rumours and theories surrounding her death.
Many are blaming the Order for her death. Claiming it was an assassination.
I wouldnt put it past some of the folks I know there. Sitri nodded his head.
Tch Its not as though its the first arson that has happened. There have been quite a few of them throughout the Albion Region lately, Sarianna sighed. Regardless of what really transpired, things have become far more dire than usual. Brooks was well-liked by most, but more so by a particular group of cohort C the student drogues. Some are taking it upon themselves to enact justice upon the Orders representatives, but most are still turning a blind eye to it all.
So the Sentinels are here to protect them while theyre at it?
Sarianna nodded her head tiredly C Sitri seemed to have understood why she had been looking so dreary. As the Arbiter of Might, no doubt shed have to coordinate extensively with the Sentinels surveying efforts.
Instead of putting efforts into quelling actual rebels, the Sentinels have to waste their time and men to deal with these meddling pests. Father is a stronger man than I, Sitris face winced from just staring at these invasive vermin who have sided with the humans.
These pests may very well soon become a thorn on your side if its not pruned at its roots.
Why would I care about them? Sitri pondered, yet he did not have the heart to outrightly ask it. The Centum Order really seems to have their work cut out for them these days, then, Sitri remarked. Aside from having to host the Centum Tourney, quelling the Firstkinds rebellious effort, preventing barbaric invasion from the Wasteland, and exterminating meteras and dragon threats C they now have to expend their manpower to subdue some far-reaching scholars as well. What has this world come to? Sitri moaned.
Such is the burden of men in your vests. Perhaps you ought to abandon it all and commit fully to your duty here as the Arbiter of Construct instead?
Im not planning on retiring from my seat at the Order anytime soon. Certainly not after beholding such an unsightly sight besmirching the garden I once called home. Sitri quelled her swaying efforts as he slammed the window closed C shutting away the noise of those detestable fiends plaguing the outside of the keep.
A home that you abandoned and left to be occupied by strangers whose names you dont even know, Sarianna said coldly.
You speak as if Im the king of this castle.
To these studious bores, the king falls short of the erudite one.
This is seriously going nowhere Sitri rubbed his creased forehead. You sent our dear brother away and brought me to this far-off corner of the keep just so you may offer me words of compliment? Such decorum is unbecoming of you, sister.
I wanted to speak with you C yes. But I didnt send Arwyle away for my sake, Sarianna rolled her eyes before tapping Sitris shoulder, wrinkling his blue vest. Now, cmon. What are you hiding behind that pensive smile? Such a troubled grin that no doubt holds untold trickery behind its peel.
You speak as if I am no more than a common jester. Sitri chucked her hand aside, though, for a lady, her arm was quite heavy and coarse. He was unsure whether she was strong due to being the Arbiter of Might or just because he was weak due to him finding more joy in books rather than swords.
Well, perhaps the Sentinels were right to inspect you, she sighed. Be honest with your sister. What could you need so desperately that youd travel all the way across the Centum Alps just so you may attend some trivial graduation ceremony?
Your words wound me, dear sister. Could a man not be there for his youngest brothers joyous celebration of finally becoming a man? wept Sitri, but no tears dripped out of his lids.
My words intended not to wound your frail ego. A man can accomplish more than one purpose in one journey. So what is your other purpose?
Guess theres no hiding anything from her, Sitri chuckled, he should have anticipated so from the woman who raised Sitri and her other siblings as if she was their mother. Just like you, I, too, had some matter Id wish to confide in with you, Sitri said, his voice turned from familial to formal. I need you to get me something from the Ironmount Institution.
The Ironmount? If you need something from that accursed prison, why not just get it yourself? Youd have a far better chance at getting whatever you need with all those titles of yours.
I, too, had hope that the accolades Ive earned over my years would have served me well in that regard C but the new Watch Warden has proven to be a rather obstinate man, Sitri grumbled. The newly appointed Watch Warden, Ronquiotte Dovanka, was a terribly stubborn man who refused to honour the promises made between Newspecs and his forebearer C he was the type of folk that Sitri detested the most.
Ive met him once. An admirable man to his post, but very unpleasant indeed.
With that one meeting, you are most likely already more favoured in his eyes than me, Sitri admitted. That dutiful fool hates my guts.
I cant seem to see why, Sarianna sneered.
Very funny, Sitri grinned wryly. I need you to make contact with him on my behalf, butC
But you dont want him to know that, do you? Sarianna finished his words before Sitri could.
Stop reading my mind, Sitri bleated. Yes, if youd be so kind, sister.
Im at least willing to hear whatever sorts of tiresome task you have in store for me.
Theres a particular prisoner being locked away in the second level of the Ironmount. Ive taken a great interest in their peculiar condition C but that truculent warden kept on refusing to yield that specimen over to me. Sitri grinded his teeth, remembering the embarrassment he had to endure during his last visit to that prison.
Youre a smart man, Sitri. But folks like you would never understand the mind of men like him who have to merchant death as if they are common trinkets.
I know where I stand, but then perhaps, a woman who is more akin to his field like yourself may find it easier to sway the Wardens judgement.
I did not expect my brother of all man to slave me away to be wedded against my will. O the cruelty of it all! Sarianna grazed the back of her hand to her head like a weeping damsel.
Will you shut it and act like an adult for once! Sitri screeched, his tone hadnt gone that high since he was no more than just a kid who would constantly engage in squabbles with his siblings. I just need you to pretend as if it was a business official conducted on behalf of Harford. That ought to be enough to quell any suspicion the Warden may have. Its not as though he cared that much about the prisoner anyway C the bore just wanted to humiliate me.
If its that easy, surely you would find no shortage of unscrupulous fawners to do it for you. The Sentinels, your Newspecs staff, fellow members of the Aces C your choices number many.
If only it was that easy, Sitri stretched out his fingers and began counting off them. Busy folks, hated folks, and selfish folks C no one else would be able to help me with this but you, dear sister.
Is that so? And what would you be able to gift your dear sister back in return for sticking her neck out for you? she smugly asked, outwardly finding amusement in Sitris pleading.
My sincere love and gratitude? shrugged Sitri while folding in his lips.
Sarianna grimaced and winced upon hearing his answer as if it was the grossest thing she had heard in a while. Can your love and gratitude attach my head back to my neck if they were to discover our little escapade?
The Watch Warden may be brave, but I doubt hes brave enough to incriminate a representative of Harford, let alone the first daughter of the Prime Sentinel himself C no matter how much unfounded hatred he may harbour for our house. At least I hope its unfounded, Sitri snickered nervously.
What are you to Father then? Chopped liver?
Thats all you got from what I just said? Sitri grunted. For the love of all that is good and holy, Ark please smite her where she stands, Sitri prayed for his sisters own downfall. Are you willing to help me or not? Or do you mean to keep berating me for your pleasure?
Berating you for my pleasure is one thing Id never give up on, she giggled, and her mirth only grew shriller when beholding her little brother pouting like a child. But as for your request, Id consider it. If somehow I could receive the grant from the Headmaster for my Stairs of Might to have a department excursion to the Ironmount, Ill have a chat with the Warden while Im there. Sarianna gripped Sitris shoulder firmly and gazed at him determinedly with her ruby eyes C and for once in a long time, she actually looked like a dependent older sister.
Thanks, sis, Sitri sighed, trying to hold back the edge of his lips from curving.
His sister couldnt help but sigh softly at Sitris own muse C sharing in his fleeting glee. In this empty hall of Harford, with the afternoon light shining through the window and grazing their faces C Sitri felt as if his limbs were floating and his mind was dozing away. This fleeting moment of rest felt similar to times that would never return. When all seven of them lived in the great keep that Father owned in the hearth of Sentry C it was so big, so fancy, and yet so empty C they only had each other to depend on, their own kind. When was I last there? When were we last there? When was he last there? These thoughts werent his, a man as rational as him did not fancy pondering upon the unchangeable past.
Are you alright, brother? Are you so frail that youd collapse from just that much walking? Sariann waved her palm in front of Sitris face.
Am I that weak? Those words werent his either, but he has always hated them. Im fine. He smacked her hand away from his face. I think thats enough heavy talks for now. Check out this cool thing Ive made, Sitri tried to alleviate the tension. He reached his hand into the deep pocket of his vest and unveiled his newly invented relic C the flashlight.
Sarianna just stared blankly at him as if he were a child who was bragging about a cool stick that he picked up from the ground. Thats neat.
Thats all you have to say? You old heads wouldnt understand novel brilliance even if it slaps you across the face. Sitri pressed the switch on the black rod C flickering its light on and off at his sisters face.
I suppose after all the absurd inventions youve created, I just find it rather underwhelming that your newest one would be something so little? I expected this to be something youd have fashioned in your youth. Without moving her face away, Sarianna merely blinked back and forth at precise moments, outwardly unbothered by the flickering light.
Right? My staff said the sameC The words Sitri wished to speak never came out, a spontaneous thought invaded his mind before he could C such a simple thought it was, yet it burned his mind more than any other thoughts hes had. Why did it take me so long to create something like this? Sitri pondered as his palm holding the device turned sweaty, making him lose his grip, like he was trapped in a chamber that succumbed to flame and steam.
Did something happen again? Youre sweating like a dog. Sarianna awoke him from his stupor once more, with her palm pressed gently against his forehead.
Everythings fine Sitri panted. He ruined the collar of his fancy vest to wipe off his sweat. My apologies. I was meaning to offer you this device as a token of gratitude for accepting my request. He brandished the flashlight with both of his hands.
Id graciously receive it then. Though not as recompense for my help, but a gift for Arwyles graduation. Sarianna snatched the artifact off of Sitris grasp and juggled it up and down as if it were no more than a brick.
I doubt a blockhead like him would find much worth in such a tool, Sitri chuckled at the thought of Arwyle wielding the flashlight as a sword.
If he wont, perhaps he could pass it on to someone who may C like Father. She suggested.
I can only hope, Sitri said drearily, recounting the untold amount of times Father had rejected his invention proposals.
Another bell tolls from the great tower in the sky C signifying the end of the university day and for the students and teachers to return to their homes. I always hated that bell. I shouldve destroyed it when I had the chance. Its screeching chime struck Sitris ears like the humming of mermaids and wailing of orphans.
The day is over. I can finally get off duty now. Sarianna groaned as she unbuttoned her tight blouse to widely stretch her arms.
Were you even on duty? Sitri stared at her with eyes of doubt.
Of course I was. Showing the Head of Newspecs around campus was as important a task as any other. She whistled as she spoke.
You just wanted to flake out on yourC
Anyway, weve kept the others waiting for long enough. Surely all of our suppers will be paid for by the honoured Ace of the bunch, right?
How did this woman ever become an Arbiter, Sitri sighed, fearing for the future of all youths in Xearth. Lead the way then. Sitri stepped to the side for the lady to march first down the aisle. As he listened to Sariannas heels tapping upon the draped stone floor and her lips humming to the melody of Count Yer Blesses, a joyous jingle regaling the mighty deeds of the Archetypes. Sitri was never so fond of such violent music C his mind preferred to wander elsewhere, where violence is held at bay. While Im here, perhaps I should Sitri mumbled, there was no other place on Xearth with more books and tomes than Harford and its grand libraries. Accounts of magical wands, yet not from fairy tales but scholarly tomes Surely, I would be able to find something here, right? Sitri pondered. No matter what would say about him, he was a man of his word C just as he would hope for his sister to honour their promise, he too would honour his to Bao.
Chapter 22 – Sydra: “Return of The Departed”
May her journey be safe and pleasant. May Ark, in his infinite wisdom and benevolence, bestow upon her comfort and absolution. May she find eternal rest beyond the skies and stars. Atop a podium, Sydra uttered the prayers inscribed upon the pages of the Arkive in her one hand. Serial-name C Huitight. Honoured name C Brooks of McLay. Arbiter of Justice, and Lady of McLay. May your pursuit for that justice you so cherished persist even further beyond. In her other hand, she fastidiously swayed Centria in circles afront a silver urn. This olden ceremonial staff that she was wielding belonged to the Prophet, carved from white oak and decorated with a giant emerald at its crown and many other colourful gems decked along its shaft C Sydra knew not who forged such a magnificent relic, but she knew from his handicraft that this forger too had fashioned the other famed arms that the other Archetypes wield. Sing praises, forevermore. I shall hear thy prayers and return thee home. Sydra recited the Ninth Tenet, the last out of nine commandments mandated by Ark in his holy scripture.
Between her verses, Sydra would squint her blue eyes past her glasses and catch a few glimpses down at the folk sitting before her. She had never seen such a bored audience before. The many Lords and Ladies, esteemed scholars, and honoured guests sitting within the Hall of Ark were either yawning, chattering away in private, or scorning at the fact that a steelborn was wielding the Prophets famed staff C few at all bothered to pay any attention to the eulogy that Sydra was delivering regarding Lady Brookss passing. Though Sydra couldnt really blame them, the memorial reception had lasted for over three hours now, and she doubted most of the guests even knew who the departed person was C perhaps even Lady Brookss ashes within the urn were too bored out of her cremated mind.
At least its over I wouldnt even have to do this if it wasnt for him Sydra breathed a sigh of relief inside her head while gripping tightly onto the staff C longing to bash its owner with it if only he was present at this prayer chamber in the Arkeep. The white and gilded gown that she had to wear to conduct this eulogy was so saggy and thick that it made it hard to even breathe between each prayer C let alone while standing inside the Hall of Ark with no windows or gaps built onto its white and gold draped walls.
Sydras prayers finished, and the silver urn was carried away by two Children of Ark cladded in all white with a white nine-pointed star so Lady Brookss ashes may be delivered back to her land, McLay. With the ceremony having come to an end, most of the attendees wasted no time in leaving their seats and exiting the prayer room C Sydra did not know whether to feel relieved or insulted.
Sydra took the steps down the podium. Her attendant, Mai, was waiting at the aisle between the rows of wooden benches C she too seemed to be dosing away where she stood, like a felling tree. Sydra sluggishly uncloaked her gown and tossed it at Mais face, waking the indolent girl. Finally, I can breathe Sydra wiped the sweat off of her forehead and slicked back her long silver hair that, too, was soaked in sweat. Underneath all that layer of the gown was no more than a mere white blouse, all crumpled and drenched, sticking its soft fabric to Sydras pale and slightly charred skin. She was half a mind to hand Mai the staff, Centria, as well, but perhaps it would not be the wisest idea to trust the lass with the Prophets most cherished relic.
One of the few Lords who did not fall asleep during Sydras eulogy walked up the aisle and locked his crimson eyes at Sydra. Mai, who was acting so bratty before, has fixed her posture and demeanour entirely when greeted with his presence, like a smitten damsel. You did well enough for a faithless woman. Lord Bao said, his usually crass tone was missing, but the undertone still lingered. He was garbed in all black C even a gaudy man such as him decided upon a modest choice for the occasion. Underneath his vest, Sydra could spot a few burn marks that he still had yet to heal from the recent incident C and neither had Sydra. On behalf of the Lanlong Foundation and Lingsley, wed cover any costs involved in this procession. The rich Lord offered his arks. To think that the arrogant Lord would swear on the name of not only his organisation but also his hometown.
Does he feel responsible for her death? Sydra pondered as she gripped onto her wrist, where a small, singed wound still lingered. She still vividly remembered the incident in that burning chamber. By the time Lord Bao and Sydra had arrived, the entire room had already succumbed to flame, and the wailing Lady Brooks, too, was enflamed from head to toe. The aftermath was just as bad as the incident itself. Expensive repairment costs, numerous investigations, and detainments and executions of potential culprits C Sydra would be lying if she said that Lord Baos offer wasnt tempting. Snap out of it, Sydra Sydra shook her head and relieved herself from her impulse. On behalf of the Prophet and the Centum Order, I appreciate your kindness. But that would not be neC
How incredibly charitable of you, Lord Bao. Perhaps I ought to reconsider my judgements on you after all. A small yet dolly lady intruded upon the two and gracefully approached them. Her pearly slanted purple eyes and lingering sweet perfume ensnared the attention of all men within the chamber. Her slender body was wrapped in a silky black dress with white fur coating her neck despite the summer heat. Her dark hair stretched down to her chest and blended in with the colour of her dress. Will the coffer of Lingsley be humble enough for charity? But, if the Lanlong Foundation true means to do so C itd be an embarrassment to the Elidynes if we were not to commit the same amount of arks and more. Lady Yuna spoke softly and elegantly; her voice was exactly what Sydra expected of a prim lady belonging to the wealthiest family in all of Xearth.
Behind Lady Yuna were two burly men dressed entirely in black, not Sentinels nor watchdroids C perhaps her personal guards. Their faces blanked of any expressions. They were merely there to carry her dresstail to not let them be stained by the floor and to hold her white sunhat C all while keeping their silences like mutes.
Lady Yuna, it has been some time. I pray that all has been well for you and your house. Sydra greeted the heiress to the richest house in Xearth.
It has been well, dear. Hectic C but well. Whenever the Arklympics comes around, Eden is sure to always become rather lively with all manners of frivolities. The Lady of Eden giggled gently as she brandished a hand fan fashioned from silk and curtained it over her pasty face.
You wouldnt need to bother with all those headaches if you would just let the Arklympics be hosted in Harford instead C as it should be. Lord Bao sneered despite Lady Yunas mellowness. The Arklympics was once chiefly hosted in Harford, but after many series of protests caused by drogues C an agreement was made to move the tourney to Eden instead.
O Lord Bao, that was but a mere jest. Grand though the game may be C it yet could never hope to disturb our great city. You do not need to pay any heed to this matter, she slightly opened her slanted eyes as she spoke.
The prideful Lord held no riposte for the sly Lady. He merely clicked his tongue and lunged his body down onto a wooden bench, kicking his legs up into the air C having outwardly returned to his brutish nature.
Back to my proposal. The incident with Lady Brooks was a terrible tragedy. Ive heard of the bravery that you and Lord Bao displayed C truly noble of you both, as befitting of servants under the Centum Order.
Thank you, Lady Yuna, Sydra mumbled, with her eyes facing the floor. For some reason, she did not have the strength to lift her face, or perhaps she did feel like she deserved to.
I wished I could have been there to help you both as well, but alas, I wasnt. Therefore, please allow me to pay for the reparations to the Arkeep and this funeral reception. Lady Yuna offered humbly once more. After all, the Elidyne, being the richest family in all of Xearth, founded and owned the Centum Bank, with the largest branch residing in Eden C their riches knew no bounds. As long as that is fine with Lord Bao, of course. I wouldnt want to put any strain between House Elidyne and the Lanlong Foundation. Her purple eyes leered down at the sitting Lord.
If you want to save face, youd have more than enough chances with the Centum Tourney, Lord Bao scoffed. What benefits could you possibly obtain from mourning for the passing of a woman you dont even know?
And what of you? Were you perhaps acquainted with Lady Brooks then, Lord Bao? asked Lady Yuna, her gaze so innocent and face so small that itd be hard to tell that she has lived for close to half a century now C the extensive amount of ReSamra surgeries sure have done wonders for preserving her youth.
When caught with the question, the brash Lord turned still, and his ruby eyes shrunk. Just do whatever you want, Lord Bao grumbled without even looking back at her. Sydra knew not of their history, but they were both Arbiters of their respective Stairs, so they no doubt had crossed paths before.
Splendid C weve received Lord Baos blessing. What says you then, Lady Sydra? the elegant Lady gazed up at Sydra from her short stature.
Generosity is truly embedded in the blood of all members of your house, Lady Yuna. But I could not answer to this generosity in kind C for this decision is not mine to make. Sydra bowed her head, and her words remained unwavering, despite standing afront two members of the Aces.
Such a shame, the Lady gently fanned herself. The Prophet had never been one to shy away from reaching into my purse.
Im terribly sorry for my Lords behaviour, Sydra sighed before bowing her head. She would usually never snitch on the Prophet like that C but for this, he had it coming.
O, please do not apologise for it. If anything, I welcome him to take as much as he wishes C whatever he wishes from me. Lady Yuna tittered behind her fan, but not even her fan nor makeup could hide her rosy cheeks.
Youre a sinful man, Your Heavenlier Sydra clicked her tongue in secret; she felt a prick in her head, but she knew not why for sure. Whatever transaction youd like to make with His Heavenlier C thats between you and him. I could not decide on his behalf then, nor could I do so now.
You have been his secretary for so many years now, yet he still could not bring it upon himself to trust you to make decisions on his behalf. Or perhaps you could not bring it upon yourself C to trust yourself. Lady Yuna spoke tenderly. A shame indeed, dear. Id take the matter to His Heavenlier when he returns then. She pouted behind her fan.
Thank you, Lady Yuna. Sydra bowed her head once more, yet her posture was imperfect C this rarely ever happened to her.
Wiggs, make a note of what has happened today. The Lady commanded one of the statues standing behind her. Bedge, hold my fan. She folded her fan and handed it to the other servant. Neither of them uttered a word as they fulfilled her commands splendidly.
If only someone else could also be as helpful, Sydra glared back at Mai, who was tilting her back against a pillar and yawning away.
Im afraid I wont be able to stay any longer for some afternoon tea. Ive come to pay my respects, but there are still works that need to be done in Eden for the upcoming Arklympics. Were aiming to build a venue even bigger than last time. Lady Yuna flicked her silky black hair back to her nape. I do hope youd pass my greetings on to His Heavenlier. If fate permits, Id wish for us to meet again before the tourney commences C but of course, reuniting in Eden would be quite romantic as well. Im sure his sister would have also told him so.
Youre speaking of me?
Like a cat with furry paws, another Lady crept through the dispersing crowd and included herself in the conversation. Her voice was rough and coarse, as if she was under the weather, yet a hint of ladyhood still persisted.
Lady Yuna did not even shudder an inch despite being crept into from behind. I meant the kinder sister. No offence, of course, Lady Eight. She calmly glanced up at the golden-eyed lady who was a head taller than her.
Lady Eight, too, was dressed entirely in a black suit C it was rare to see her not wearing her silver armour. None taken for me. But dont ever speak of my sister again as if you knew her. Her voice turned shallow as she spoke to Lady Yuna, with her pale face facing down and her silver ponytail too falling over C looming over the little Lady of Eden.
For once since Sydra saw them, Lady Yunas two attendants at last moved forward and meant to step in between their Lady and her aggressor. What possibly could have urged you both to move from your post? Do you mean to insult the Lady? Of course you wouldnt C now stand back. With a wave of her bony hand, the two servants fell back in silence. The Lady of Eden then gazed back at the Lady of Novathens. My utmost apology for my servants insolence, Lady Eight. My father is a rather big worrywart who dotes far too much on his first daughter, so I do hope you could excuse the excessive protection he has given to me. As graceful as ever, she excused herself.
The Lady of Novathens was readied to unsheathe her shortsword, Tria, by her waist but was stripped of the chance. Im well aware of Lord Elidynes quirk, even before he fell ill. But just as he cares for his blood, so do I. Im sure you would understand then as well, Lady Yuna? said Lady Eight as she squinted her golden eyes.
Naturally. The Lady of Eden grinned kindly with her purple eyes narrowed.
Get me out of here Sydras head ached from the ensuing catfight, though the other bystanders seemed to be rather engrossed in the quarrel.
Despite this period of bereavement, it has been a pleasure to be able to reunite with my fellow Aces today. But I would need to take my leave now, Lady Yuna bobbed a curtsy. I hope well all meet again in Eden for the great game. I, for one, am longing to witness your performance at the tourney the most, Lady Eight. The conniving and prim Lady had the last word once more before graciously departing from the Hall of Ark with her two servants tailing her silk dresstail.
At least one headache is gone Sydra sighed. Neither Lady Eight nor Lord Bao seemed to be terribly missing her presence either.
For being the richest brat in all of Xearth, she probably shoulda spend more arks in acting classes, Lord Bao scoffed while spreading his entire body over the wooden bench as if he wished to take a nap in the Hall of Ark of all places.
Your opinion is yours to hold, Lord Bao. But speaking behind someones back is far more shameful. Lady Eight admonished the dozing man.
Why are you kissing the boots of a woman who just said that they wished to see you beaten and slashed? laughed Lord Bao mockingly. Youre no longer the Prime Sentinel. Why bother holding any fidelity to the House of Elidyne anymore? Or is it true that loyalty is unbreakable for a hound? His goading knew no limits, despite lying flat on his back, afront the finest swordswoman in all of Xearth with her sword by her side.
It would do you some good to have an ounce of loyalty.
I am loyal. A humble servant to all ecliants C thats all I aim to be. With his ruby eyes pried open, Lord Bao claimed aloud for all to hear. Id bleed, bruise, and burn for this country. He rolled up his sleeve and revealed the burn marks over his forearm that he had sustained from the fire incident. Can you say the same, Lady Eight? Over two hundred years of dedicating your lives to this piece of rock, you and your blood have. To see your prideful loyalty and resolve crumble after all those years C now that would be a sight to behold.
This man and his big mouth Sydra sighed before deciding to step in. Lord Bao, please take back thatC
Its alright, Sydra. Lady Eight stopped Sydra with a slight push. She took a step towards the bench where Lord Bao napped and knelt down to his level. Your ambition would never come so long as my brother holds the favour of Ark. She whispered to his ears.
Ive never taken you for a poetic woman, the Lord chuckled. But well see. There are other ways to gain favours. His eyes shut, yet his smug grin stayed.
As Lady Eight stood back up, Sydra approached and handed her a handkerchief for her stained knees. I do not know what has overcome him. But Lord Bao has not been in the greatest temper ever since Lady Brookss death. Sydra knew not why she even bothered to defend the crude man; his mood was almost always this bitter and crass.
I find it hard to believe that a man like him would ever cry for anyone but himself. Lady Eight said. Regardless, I too am here to offer my respects for the departed and to offer any assistance I could in these times of constant strife. As an Ace, it was naturally her duty to do so, yet Sydra knew not why shed bring that matter up to her of all people.Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.
Her as well? Sydra pondered, she never expected for the Arbiter of Justice to be that popular among some of the Aces. On behalf of the Centum Order, I am truly grateful for everyones magnanimous support. Once the Prophet returns, Id ensure to make him aware of your efforts.
Knowing my brother, hed accept my offer in a heartbeat. Lady Eight chuckled. But Id respect your wishes. Eight hundred of Novathens finest soldiers are stationed on the outskirts of Sentry. You may send them back to Novathens, have them defend the city, or make them seek out the culprit behind the arson C do what you will with them.
I apologise for my prudence, but manpower is the least of our concerns right now, Sydra spoke out, still remaining courteous. The Firstkind isnt nearly big enough of a threat for us to require more men than the Sentinels and watchdroids already have.
Do you know what theyve been calling my brother these days?
I beg your pardon?
The Blind Prophet C blind to his duty and his peoples pleas. Nighty Nine. The king who forsook his crown, robe, and staff. The Archetype abandoned by Ark, Lady Eight listed the crude titles out, each one worse than the next. Her eyes of gold gazed around the prayer chamber, and no Lords or Ladies dared to meet her eyes. And this is just within our city walls. Trust me when I say C that youd need as many people to your side as you can. She gently placed her firm palm onto Sydras shoulder and whispered in her ear.
Mai.
Yes, Lady Sydra? her attendant stepped forward.
Go send an envoy to greet our outside guests. Sydra relayed her command firmly.
Should we receive them as well?
No. A greeting would suffice for now.
Understood, Lady Sydra, Mai replied gracefully for once. Please excuse me, My Lord, My Ladies. She bowed her head, though no matter how low she bowed, she could not hide her grin from Sydra C no doubt she was pleased to finally be able to leave this dreary chamber.
How longer do you mean to stall? asked Lady Eight after Mai had left.
As long as I need to until His Heavenlier returns, Sydra smirked doggedly.
The Lady of Novathens encroached into Sydras space until she was close enough to glare down at Sydra as if she was a mere child C but perhaps, compared to her age, Sydra might as well be a child. Her face was as fair as they came for a warrior, but the air she exuded felt nought like a lady. Instead, it was nauseating to the eyes C even the beggars and street thugs in Dreamcity were less frightening than her. Sydra wanted to close her eyes and crumble down, but her body would not allow her C even if she had to use Centria as a crutch to stand straight before this ladyknight, so be it.
Your loyalty is truly remarkable, the intimidating Lady burst into laughter.
Excuse me? Sydra was baffled. She was even ready to swing the staff at her if need be, no matter how useless the attempt may be.
O, how long has it been since he had someone like this to confide in? she wiped away droplets of joyful tears off her lids. Im glad my brother has a woman like you by his side. Lady Eight smiled brightly; it was radiant enough to blind Sydra and charm over the same folks who were entranced by Lady Yunas beauty.
Im unworthy of your kind words. Sydra lowered her head to hide her paled and rosed face.
Really? I believe youre perfectly worthy of such praise. Another voice came forth and joined the fray C it sounded kind, jovial, and galling.
Who is it this time? Lord Bao slurred his words as he sluggishly lifted his body up from the comfy bench.
From Lady Eight to Lord Bao, to the gossiping nobles, to the paintings depicting the portrait of Ark C all seemed to turn their eyes towards that weighty voice, but Sydra already knew who it was. Those smug golden eyes, his dishevelled silver hair that stretched down to his nape, and those dull choices of attire unbefitting of his title C a part of Sydra wished he had not returned at this very moment before all to see and jeer in silence.
Im glad to see your safe return, Your Heavenlier. But I do hope that you could give me a notice beforehand next time. Sydra was the first to bow her head at the returned Prophet after weeks of being missing.
Of course, of course. Remember to remind me of it next time, the Prophet bobbed his head.
Youre so lucky that were in public right now, Sydras fake smile hid away her begrudging thought, at least for now.
With the Prophets presence, what few remaining Lords and Ladies in the Hall of Arkive all either bowed their heads or fled for the door C perhaps fearing that the Blind Prophet may not also be deaf. Lady Eight, too, fell to one knee, an exemplary gesture for a lady of her might C Lord Bao, on the other hand, seemed rather unwilling as per usual.
Your Heavenlier, Lord Bao stood up and dipped his head, though only barely. You missed the ceremony. And a lot of other things as well. He wasnt even drunk, yet the bold Lord dared to face the Prophet directly, matching his ruby orbs with the ones of gold.
As hurtful as ever, Lord Bao, the Prophet wept.
The Lord may be crude, but Id have to agree with him this once. Where have you been all these times, brother? questioned Lady Eight.
Whats going on here? Ive only been away for a moment, and my throne has already been usurped? the fretful Prophet raised his hands up as if he had just been caught red-handed. Syndy, mind helping me out here? he gazed towards Sydra as if he was a pup C rather undignified for an old man well over two hundred years old.
Sorry, but you had it coming, Sydra shook her head gently as she struggled to hide her grin.
Damn it all. Traitors everywhere I go, the Prophet groaned, yet it felt as if he was trying to hold back his laughter. If nobody got me, I know Ark got me, he proclaimed while pointing his finger to the ceiling, where a great portrait of Ark was painted over the inside of the wide dome roof. The Gods dark strapping frame hidden behind a white tunic embroidered with a white nine-pointed star, his brown scruffy head, sharp eyes of gold, and hands to his heart and sky C all were drawn with masterful precision, though the accuracy may be questionable.
Your Heavenlier Sydra grimaced slightly. She was used to the Prophets antics, but she never expected him to also commit such acts afront the Lords and Ladies of the Centum Order. The once musing and silent crowd broke from their restlessness and began to freely whisper and chatter amongst themselves C Sydra needed not to be next to them to know what they were gossiping about. Why do you keep doing this to yourself, Your Heavenlier? Sydra sighed, she could feel faint aches in her chest the longer she pondered.
Are you done with your capers? Or do more people need to burn to death under your roof before you get it together? Lord Bao gnawed his teeth. Even as crass as he was, Lord Bao had never confronted His Heavenlier this brazenly before. Sydra could even see a few Centum Lords and Ladies nodding their heads at Lord Baos sentiment.
Ive heard. A terrible tragedy it was. His Heavenlier held his poise, and in an instant, his entire demeanour outwardly twisted in reverse. His smirk slumped, and his lids dulled. His once jovial tone muffled behind his own sighing.
Lord Baos face turned red like beets as he clenched his fist, yet his anger never released, and he stepped back reluctantly.
What should I do? The mood was becoming far too awkward and nauseating for Sydras liking. As she frantically rummaged through her mind to find a topic to change to, her blue eyes lay upon the white staff in her palm. Your staff, Your Heavenlier, Sydra knelt to one knee and presented Centria to His Heavenlier with both hands.
I thought youd never give it back, the Prophet smiled as he casually picked the staff up like it was just a mere tree branch. Tacky old bat. He swung it back and forth like a club, the common public would surely weep if they were to see the holy staff be treated as such.
I can take it off your hand if you dont want it, Lady Eight requested.
It may be a tacky piece of junk, but its my piece of junk. The Prophet cradled Centria in his arms as if it were his babe. Unless you want to trade mine for yours, he eyed down to Lady Eights waist, where her shortsword, Tria, hung and sheathed.
With no riposte, the peerless ladyknight awkwardly coughed into her own palm and rolled her head to the side C for a lady; she ought to spend less time in barracks and more time in classes.
The Prophet sighed gently from seeing his sister turning so restless. I did not expect you to leave Novathens so soon. With the rampant invasions from the Wastelanders to your shore, no one wouldve faulted you for standing by your hold. He stated.
Novathens, the city comprised of soldiers and ruled by Lady Eight, was erected at nearly the foremost East of Xearth. With only a small stretch of ocean separating Xearth from the Wasteland, Novathens is one of the first bastions of defence against foreign human invaders C though they were less fearsome invaders and more pesky ruffians. The Heart Sentinels normally are charged with dealing against the invading Wastelanders, while the Scout Sentinels would bring the battle to them in their homeland beyond the Centum Sea C but the soldiers of Novathens held no allegiance to the Sentinels or the watchdroids, they merely act as how their Lady commanded.
You do not need to worry about that, Your Heavenlier. The invasions appeared to be more common lately, but its nothing we could not handle. In fact, my soldiers have been itching for good battles these past few years C these ought to keep them satisfied for now. Lady Eight reported. The Wastelander threats must not be that severe, seeing that she was able to commit eight hundred of her personal soldiers to Sentry. Whatever happens at our salty edge is of no worth to ponder much. Id say the situation in the heart of Xearth here is far more dire.
The Prophet nodded his head and sighed before gazing his golden eyes back at Sydra. I heard you were there when Lady Brooks died.
Yes, Your Heavenlier. So was Lord Bao, Sydra pointed over at the brooding Lord.
Was there anything else that you see when it all happened? asked His Heavenlier.
Nothing of worth, I dont think. Sydra rummaged through her memory, but all she could remember was the desperate wailing of a woman, cinders raining like snow, smoke filling her lungs and blinding her eyes, and her body and clothes being seared over in different parts.
And you, Lord Bao?
Nothing. Lord Bao clicked his tongue.
A great shame, the Prophet scratched his stubbly chin as his pupils wandered aimlessly like he was falling into a deep thought.
These questions he asked Sydra thought before facing the rapt Prophet. Do you think she may have been killed? asked Sydra, though perhaps everyone else wished to ask as well.
The person who would know that much is already dead. Using his staff, the Prophet pointed at the silver urn that was still being guarded by the two Children of Ark.
A disappointing answer, but expected C no doubt, Sydra was not the only person who thought so. Faint gossiping whispers resumed. Words of contempt, distrustful sneers, guileful leers, and clicked tongues C the Lords and Ladies of the Centum Order had become far bolder lately.
If you wont give us an answer, Id find out myself. Lord Bao proclaimed.
And you are free to do so. If you could find and bring out whoever was responsible for this heinous crime to be judged by Ark C your deeds would forever be thanked by the Centum Order. The Prophet tipped his head.
They wont be judged by Ark if I find them. Lord Bao promised.
Lady Eight, too, wished to throw her hat into the ring. Id also like to task some of my men to seek out the culprits. Itd be in our best interest to eliminate this threat from the Arkeep as soon as possible.
Yes, yes. You may do as you will, the Prophet waved his hand nonchalantly before pacing towards Sydra. After were done here, go and make preparations for the road. He whispered into her ear.
Where to? asked Sydra.
The Prophet gave her a bewildered look as if she was the odd one for asking that. To Harford, of course.
Ah, of course Harford Sydra shook her head caustically. What do you mean by Harford!? she shouted to his face, no longer caring that they were in public with prying eyes from every corner. The Prophet has just returned from who knows where doing things Sydra had no clue about C and he already wished to flee again despite his peoples condemnation.
I can explain, I can explain, the Prophet fumbled on his words as he paced back with his arms held guard, like a man who was caught committing adultery C Sydra had seen that very same face all too often back when she grew up in Dreamcity. Lady Brooks passed away under my roof, so its only right for me to return her ashes to Harford. He presented his defence.
Were far past the time for pleasantries and griefs. Id send an envoy of Sentinels and Children of Ark to do it on your behest. Sydra hankered. We need you here at the capital to serve the realm C not out and about for no reason again, Your Heavenlier, she pleaded to the thoughtless Prophet.
There is a reason for this, Syndy, the Prophet still held a gentle smile despite Sydras rebuke. The realm that I should serve has fallen into tumult. The Firstkind aside, the rising protests from drogues in Harford is also becoming far more dire than it has ever been in the last fifteen years. His Heavenlier lectured, not just to Sydra but all else present C Lord Bao, in particular, was not finding any amusement in his preaching. As the Prophet, I must address all matters throughout my realm, and not just the rebellion. Wouldnt you agree?
Excuse my impudence, but the drogues at Harford would no sooner see you deposed before hearing even a single word of your sermons, Sydra said. She still remembered her days in Harford, despite being a lowborn steelborn. As Harford was a largely independent land, their sentiment regarding the Centum Order and the Prophet has only grown more hostile as the years passed, and it peaked fifteen years ago when an incident led to the Arklympics being moved from Harford to Eden C but perhaps a new peak may appear soon.
Eccentric bunch they may be, but even they wouldnt go that far just yet, the Prophet boldly claimed. Besides, I wouldnt be going to a hostile land as just a mere Prophet C but Id return to a familiar place as the Arbiter of Mind and Space.
Similarly to Lord Bao and Lord Sitri, His Heavenlier too was an Arbiter at Harford C and also much similar to them, they would rarely ever commit to their duties there and would pawn off their responsibilities to substitutes instead.
But Sydra winged. If that was what he wished, Sydra could no longer defy.
Leave it, Sydra. At this point, you should know as well as I do how futile it is to make sense of my brothers whims. Lady Eight offered a comforting palm on Sydras shoulder.
The Prophet merely shrugged and didnt even bother to defend himself against an indefensible fact.
But whims aside, this is still a matter of security. I wish to join you on this journey, brother. With what little strength I have left, Id ensure you a safe trip. Lady Eight requested.
Lord Bao, too, wildly swung his body back around. Id come as well. I trust that would pose no issues with you, Your Heavenlier C or would fellow Arbiter be more to your liking? Lord Bao requested, but Sydra doubted hed accept an answer he did not want.
Of course, by all means. Lords, Aces, Arbiters C you all may do as you please. Arks greatest blessing to us all was freedom C itd be a shame to not live up to his expectations of our worth. The Prophet delivered his sermon as naturally as he breathed.
Ive never understood your obsession with this god, nor would I bother to, Lord Bao scoffed as he stared up to the painted ceiling, where Ark resided in portrait alone. As if God had punished him for his boorishness, the burn marks he suffered became reddened and pulsated under his black suit C yet it did not even bring a wince upon his pale face. The expectations Id meet one day did not come from a faceless deity. To mock Ark in the Hall of Ark of all places and afront their Prophet, Lord Bao uttered profanities that could earn him a cell in the darkest dungeon of the Ironmount Institution C if only not for his title as an Ace. The tactless Lord marched out of the chamber with heavy steps, even the gossiping Lords and Ladies seemed relieved at his departure.
Id take my leave as well, brother. Id make some preparations to ensure a safe journey. Lady Eight bowed her head gracefully before too departing.
With two Aces having left, the few remaining Centum Lords and Children of Ark, too, seemed to have taken that as a chance to leave as well. Like a flock of fumbling ducklings, they awkwardly departed from the Hall of Ark, unsure of whether to bow their head and announce their departure first. Before long, the chamber for the divine was stripped of any devotees it once had C all but their prodigious son.
And then there was one. Afront of the altar dedicated to Ark, the Prophet mumbled under his breath as if there were still people praying in the room.
My apologies, did you say something? Sydra ducked down to look at his sunken face.
Just random babble from an old head, nothing more. The Prophet shook his head flippantly, and his hand gripped tightly onto Centria. A relic older than even Sydra, yet its craftsmanship would put shame on even the most skilled artisans of today. His palm gripped perfectly around the white shaft of the staff. A gentle touch it was, to not dent the olden staff C though Sydra doubted a frail man like him would even be able to. You did a fine job in my place today, Syndy. He turned his golden eyes to the silver urn still resting in the chamber. The Children of Ark seemed to have forgotten to take it with them before hastily leaving.
I only did what was ordered of me. Sydra bobbed her head, nearly dropping her eyeglasses.
You dont need to play coy, he glanced at the seared lacerations between the slits of Sydras blouse. Youve served bravely. Now we can only pray that Lady Brooks would find her solace in the sky beyond the sky. The Prophet rested his hind onto a bench and gently lay Centria across his lap.
Sydra took a seat next to him. She had been standing the entire day now, and her legs were feeling more brittle than glass. Were you close to her? asked Sydra. After all, the two were fellow Arbiters, regardless of how rarely His Heavenlier would spend his time as one.
Friends? Nah. Perhaps if things were different. The Prophet denied it. Moreso research acquaintances, Id say. But I did greatly admire her grit. Quite a fearless woman she was. Despite sitting afar, his golden eyes were ever fixed upon the silver urn at the other end of the chamber. Lady Brooks was a kind woman and a just Arbiter. One of the few ecliant nobles in Harford who forsook her title and sided with the drogues. Though our views may have differed, Id have loved it if we could have been friends. Still facing the silver urn without budging a muscle like a statue, yet his eyes felt as if they were staring at nowhere. Alas, she died as she lived C fighting for her justice. If only Ark had given me his power to create life C Id bring her back in a heartbeat. The Prophet mumbled feebly. It felt nought like any other prayers that Sydra had heard from him before.
Sydras hands trembled for him, though he was not trembling. This sight of his, she had never seen before C unsure of dejection or lamentation. Her thin arm stretched out and grazed his arching back C the only thing she knew to do and was taught to her by that bookish old man. Its a terrible tragedy, indeed. But you need not blame yourself for this. We live, and we die. Theres no need to change that. Sydra did try, but she has been told throughout her entire childhood that she was never that good at comforting another.
Sometimes we die and we live. The Prophet turned away from the urn and faced Sydra, his usual smirk on the verge of return.
So that was enough for you? Sydra sighed, feeling like a fool for trying so hard to cheer him up C yet the breath she released felt more relieving than normal. Id much prefer you sticking to your role as the Prophet than an ostentatious philosopher. She jested.
Different titles, same differences. The Prophet tittered.
There could be thousands of philosophers, but only one Prophet, Sydra retorted. So do take more care of yourself. Her chest tightened at her own words, and she could not properly face His Heavenlier.
Do you truly wish for me to stay at Sentry instead? Even when Sydra could not face him, the Prophet made it happen and swooped his head to where hers was hiding.
I Sydra failed to find her words. I just pray that you would not hesitate when deciding on what matters most C that was the advice given to her by Lord Bellamy. Such a simple advice that she has known herself ever since she decided to dedicate her whole being to His Heavenlier, yet she had never found a proper retort to it. Your wishes are my wishes, Your Heavenlier. Sydra bowed her head deeply. Her tongue felt stiff, her lips felt dry, and her throat felt parch before uttering those words.
The Prophet did not offer her a witty riposte C as he usually would. The Prophet did not duck away with reddened cheeks C as he sometimes would. Under the dome embroidered over by the splendour of Ark, His Heavenliers pale face hidden behind long silver bangs remained still, and so too were his golden gaze and lasting smile C still, silent, and grey amidst it all C as he always would, as he always had, long before Sydra had arrived and would keep long after she departed. Very well. Well do as Ark wishes.
Chapter 23 – Fino: “Awaking Ambuscade”
Gimme another bottle, barkeep, Fino slurred his words as he dangled the empty bottle by its neck between his dark fingers. His face splattered onto the wet bar counter soaked with puddles of wine, soiling his black hair and seeping into his golden eyes. The purple lights emanated from the coloured lanterns hanging throughout the brothel were far too dazzling for his drunken mind. His nose had been numbed from the foul stench of sweat and other fluids mixed together in this steamy den of lust.
It was still early in the day, at least as early as it would be for the City of Colour, yet the Love Machines was already packed with clients at all of their booths and bars. From nobly ecliants hiding behind their beastly masks, to unscrupulous steelborns wasting their hard-earned arks, to cheapskate humans who preferred coddling bottles than bodies C the Love Machines accommodated all, or more so, all accommodated the Love Machines.
Another one? Perhaps you should give your liver some rest and allow for other parts of yourself to seek pleasures instead. Cladded in his dark violet suit, ZZ offered words of advice C no matter how unneeded it was. Despite being the owner of the Love Machines, he still attended the bar at some of his establishments from time to time. Itd seem Old Hick still had yet to return to his bartending role C a shame, as that old steelborn was Finos favourite bartender.
What good is there a bar if it cant even give its patron a bottle? Fino hiccupped. If youre gonna play barkeeper, then act like one too. He glared back at ZZ, unsure which of the bastards eyes to focus on, the golden one on the right or the purple one on the left.
We run a brothel here, not a tavern. If I sense youd cause any trouble for other customers or myself C Id have to regrettably request you to leave then, willingly or otherwise. With his gilded cane tied to his waist as if it were a thin rapier, the dastard owner warned Fino.
Fino usually wouldnt be so frightened by the threats of a mere steelborn C if not for the couple of bodyguards he had stationed throughout his keep.
I wont let him do nothing. So just toss em one, pretty boy. Desmi said while guzzling down an ale goblet. Fino and he have stayed in Dreamcity for some time now, and the old man still has yet to warm up any closer to ZZ C not as though Fino could blame him. If ZZ wasnt the Master of the Love Machines, Fino would have never befriended a steelborn or a human of all things.
ZZ did not try to argue with the old ecliant. Desmi may look like a tanned, wrinkly prune with silver strands, but he was a fierce one nonetheless C the long scar stretching from his right eye to his left cheek certainly helped to make his ugly mug look more menacing. ZZ reached beneath the counter and unveiled a bottle of wine with dust slathered over it. He effortlessly unplugged the cork and slid the bottle across the counter and into Finos palm without spilling even a single drop.
Thanks, Fino would have said it aloud if his mouth was not so occupied with a gush of bitter wine. The precious violet liquid trickled down the edge of his lips and soiled his already-soiled shirt and dark skin. If no one was around, Fino may have even ducked his head down and licked the counter clean of any drops.
After you finish with that bottle, I suggest you make plans for your return. ZZ proposed while cleaning a goblet with a cloth.
Its still morning, ya twat. Besides, just lemme crash at one of yer cubicles for the day. Why bother going back to my inn if Im just gonna return the next day anyway, Fino coughed and tapped his own chest, nearly choking on the wine.
I do not mean return to your inn, but back to the capital. ZZ rested the cleaned goblet back into the cupboard.
Are ya out of yer damn mind? I aint leaving until I make back the arks Ive lost on yer swindling games! cursed Fino. Those slaves ya told me to bet on didnt get me nowhere. Pathetic whelps couldnt even win a single round they were in! He dug his hands into his pockets, yet he could not find even a single one of those nonagonal coins left. For the past few days, Fino had spent all his time and arks on whoring and betting on slave fights throughout Dreamcity, though he had not found much success in the latter.
My other patrons whom confided in me seem to be yielding great results. Please refrain from throwing around outlandish accusations just because of your own bad choices.
Please refrain from throwing around outlandish accusationsC Man, shut the fuck up! Fino puckered his lips and imitated ZZs pompous words as a toddler would.
The Master of the Love Machines didnt look terribly impressed with Finos childish attempt at provocation. Lord Desmi, perhaps you would have a better chance at convincing him than me.
Hearing that, the old man stood up from his seat and put his straw hat back over his silver head. Ya heard the big man. Ready to get yer arse up before they haul it out for ya, Desmi spoke as if Fino was the one who had to serve him instead.
Fino could hardly even hear the old bastards words amidst the sounds of whimsical singing, lustful moaning, bottles crushing, and bone shattering that were all too common for the Love Machines. Not you too, old man. Im paying you arks to be here, not to go home. Fino pointed out.
The longer we stay here, the more of those same arks ya supposed to pay me would be gambled away. Desmi glared with his red eyes.
You old heads are no fun, Fino whinged, even though he was by far the oldest person in the entire brothel.
Im more surprised you could even find any fun at all during these times. ZZ, at last, took a break from bartending and sat down on a stool. With a towel, he wiped the sweat off his combed dark hair before facing Fino from the other side of the bar counter. Before long, the Sentinels would ransack the city in search of rebels. Endless headaches are heading my way. So do both of us a favour and skip town before they come. ZZ advised as he lit up a pipe using a nearby hanging torch.
Why would I ever run away from the Sentinels? Fino thought while his mouth was still full of wine.
Youve mentioned nothing good of your brother, not even when youre drunk out of your mind. So lest you want to run into the Prime Sentinel with your pants down and shitfaced, then you best leave by the time he and his minions arrive. ZZ whiffed in the sweet fume released from his pipe.
Fair enough, Fino mumbled, sobering up ever so slightly. Sixs grim face would be the last thing he wished to see in the city for joy C just the mere thought of it soured his drink.
Your childish family feud aside, when the Sentinels and rebel pit heads in these streets C all manners of hidden depravity left in this city would seep out in full. Nobles of your kind stand the highest chance to be at the brunt of their daggers and ropes. ZZ lectured Fino while leisurely tending his bar at the same time.
The steelborn speaks truth, Desmi struck Finos back. A man like you will stick out like a sore thumb when this whole city comes crashing down.
Was that a compliment or an insult? Fino shrugged the old mans palm off his back. I sincerely doubt so. The bottle was empty, yet he still kept on sipping it, trying to gulp in any droplets left.
After ya got beat halfway into the grave in that hamlet in the middle of nowhere? Have ya learned nothing about keeping yer mouth shut and face buried? scoffed Desmi like a grumpy old teacher.
Youre giving me and my family far too many credits. Fino laughed through his nose. What happened that day was as rare as rare comes. Besides Nine and Six, I doubt most ordinary people even know who we are anymore, let alone what an Archetype even is, he said while rolling the empty wine bottle back and forth on the bar counter as if it were a toy.
Pity yourself all youd like, but to also bring down your brothers and sister is rather pathetic even for you, Desmi grabbed a flask of water and poured it into a goblet before sliding it to Finos arm.
Never thought Id see you get that angry for us Archetypes. So you just hate me alone, is that right? Fino feebly sipped onto the goblet of water as if it were poison.
I dont hate you. Men like you, Ive seen everywhere. You dont deserve any of my ire, just pity.
You mustve also led a pitiful life to some degree as well then.
I wouldnt deny that either. Desmi scratched the scar that was marked over half of his face.
Ya cant just say that and stop it there. My interest has been peaked, old man, Fino slammed his hand on the counter. ZZ, grab us both another bottle. One for yourself as well. He ordered the Master of the Love Machines.
Arent you supposed to leave? queried ZZ while tiredly rubbing his eyelids.
After this, I promise. Chances to hear fascinating tales not from crooked and senile officials are hard to come by in that snooty city they call the capital. Fino swore to the uptight brothel owner.
Just humour him this one time. Well leave after. Desmi vouched on Finos behalf, to the surprise of both ZZ and Fino.
You think I enjoy turning away customers? sighed ZZ. Fine, just dont blame me when it all happens. He knelt down to the counters cabinet, and when he rose back up, three bottles of wine were dangling between the gaps of his fingers. The glass bottles, painted like gold, were lathered in dust despite being sheltered away under the counter. One round on the house C wouldnt want to give you any more petty reason to stay. He smoothly uncorked each bottle and passed them to Fino and Desmi, with one reserved for himself, the king of his own castle had to pour himself a drink with no servants at his disposal. Enjoy yourself, gentlemen. The Love Machines founder raised a toast and sat back down next to the two drinkers from the other side of the bar counter.
All three clinked their bottles together C the sound of colliding glass and bubbling wine was loud, yet amidst the rowdy brothel where countless strangers dwelt, their loudness meant not much to anyone at all.
Thats some good wine ya serving, Fino wiped the trail of trickling wine off his lips. Did you port this from Eden, maybe? questioned Fino while he admired the golden bottle in his hand, even though it was only golden by paint.
No, just cheap wine. ZZ corrected Fino while classily sipping the bottle, ensuring he did not stain his expensive purple suit with wine stains.
Oh Fino muttered. Years of sampling wines from all over Nix, from the farthest west of Xearth to the farthest east of the Wasteland, all of those experiences have failed Fino.
Unlike you Centum Lords, my humble establishments unfortunately do not carry such fancy boozes that could only be brewed in Sentry. Desmi chimed in, he, too, seemed to be enjoying the wine.
Trust me, theres nothing fancy about them. Fino mocked. With Sentry being the capital of Xearth and it being the home of the Arkeep and the Prophet, all manners of worldly pleasures paled there when compared to Dreamcity.
What about the ones hundreds of years ago? No doubt, the Iron War mustve had some ancient beverages that could no longer be found today, right? Ive heard food and wine taste best in times of strife and triumph. ZZ asked, outwardly seeming interested in the history of the Iron War.
Times of death and war C you mean, Fino added, his mind ached at just the thought, unsure whether it was due to the question or the wine. Im sure there were finer wines at one point. My own recollection of them, however, have rather faded away for the most part. He ruffled his brain to remember what ensued during the Iron War, but only small and trivial memories resurfaced C a sign for him to tone down on drinking, perhaps. Good riddance, honestly. If only I could forget more things Fino groused to himself.
A war hero who could not even remember his own war. Youre certainly a peculiar one. Desmi jeered while chugging down his fancy-looking booze.
What is there to even remember? With Ark at their guidance C the ecliants fought, the humans fell, and the Centum Order rose. Story over. The history books ended and began there. Fino took another gulp of wine. His head was burning, and his back was sweating, but it felt rather pleasant, like a hot bath.
Dont ya have any shame? I pity the Prophet for having ya as a brother, Desmi sneered at Finos meagre answer.
Fuck you, Fino muffled with the bottlehead to his lips. Big talk for a mere grumpy carter. What gives ya the right to speak of me like that?
Aye, Im a carter now. But I, too, once served my nation as a Hunt Sentinel, Desmi revealed, with his face and scar having reddened from the booze. Though, I suppose, Im still serving it now.
You were a Sentinel? asked Fino, everything about this old man began to make more sense to him.
Yes. A Squad Captain, no less. And Ive never forgotten a single battle Ive been in.
Why did you leave then? Did old age catch up to you at last? ZZ jested.
As if, Desmi snorted, spitting out some of his wine. If I wanted to, I could have just poured the savings that Ive accumulated throughout all my years of service into a few ReSamra surgeries and rid myself of this wrinkly shell. He wiped the spilt wine off with his sleeve.
A ReSamra surgery is capable of rejuvenating an ecliant and steelborn back to their younger self, though not at a hefty cost, and it does have its limitations on how far back into a persons youth they could go. Even Fino has only had a handful of them throughout his two centuries of life. A Cycle of Reconstruct is even more expensive, capable of prolonging an ecliants lifespan C only the noblest of Xearthers had ever undergone the operation.
Is the lout richer than I thought? Fino felt slightly irritated, knowing he had wasted so much ark on gambling while his own carter was stashing away heaps of them.
My age has not much to do with my resignation. I left because I no longer wanted to be there. Simple as that. Desmi finished his bottle and rested back on the counter.
So youre telling me being a Sentinel Captain was not enough for you, and instead, you found your true calling as a coachman? I dont know why youre so nasty to Fino when youre just as strange as he is, ZZ sniggered.
Dont lump me in with this snivelling coward. Ive done my duty, and now I move on to the next one. The old carter taunted Fino, being drunk had turned him even harsher than usual.
And you have no regrets? ZZ probed, too, having finished his drink.
None. With his wine bottle empty, Desmi then sipped on a cup of water instead. Men like us do not have the luxury to wallow in regrets. Wouldnt you agree, pretty boy? His red eyes looked at ZZs gold and purple orbs. Steeborn, to brothel owner, to the richest man in Dreamcity C Im sure you have your fair share of fascinating tales to regale as well.
The Master of the Love Machines clutched onto the gilded cane by his waist, fondling the statuette of the lady sculpted around the tip of its handle. My life is as boring as they come. I grew up a steelborn in Dreamcity, and by a stroke of fortune, I struck it big with the Love Machines. End of story. ZZ reignited his smoke pipe. Though I suppose I did learn a lot from my pa. He coolly huffed in the aromatic smoke.
Lucky you. I dont remember shit about my dad. Fino yawned. The God Ark was the father and creator of the Archetypes, but Fino could not even remember what he looked like, nor could he feel even a trace of divinity in his blood.
I suppose I was rather lucky, considering it all, ZZ tittered, somewhat melancholically, for a man dressed in such flashy attire. My pa was a street bum, and my ma was a common harlot, but they were fine enough parents. To have the guts to proudly play house and sire a steelborn boy in Xearth C strange human and ecliant they were. My pa and his old folks, in particular, were the strangest. Them folks were not humans of this land, I tell ya. ZZ burst into fleeting mirth; Fino could not tell if he had just told a jest or not.
To keep a steelborn brat like yourself Not bad for a human, I guess, Desmi scratched his stubbly chin. Fino could see from his grimace how hard it was for him to even compliment a human. Where are they now? Dead? he asked, showing more interest in ZZ than usual.
Yeah. ZZ whiffed in another smoke, a long and slow huff.
Peacefully?
With the life they led and the son they raised? Probably not. My family died a dogs death. The smoke puffed out of ZZs mouth and clouded away his face like fog dyed by purple light. Our ilk aside, Im sure thats one thing we could relate to, right Lord Fino? Youve sired your fair share of steelborns as well, or lack of siring, dare I say C all save for that one. His one eye of gold tilted right and met Finos own golden orbs.
Dont go there, man. Im not in the mood for that. Fino lay down his bottle, still unfinished, with only a few drops left lingering in the bottom.
How was your visit? I have been doing my best to keep their places safe from street ruffians and crooks. ZZ did not hold his tongue C he went there. Only one bottle of wine was enough for his face to turn redder and redder with each word.
It was the same as usual. Fino plummeted his face down towards the stone floor and shut his eyes.
Thats good to hear. However, I would recommend you change the site if possible. Even if they both share the same one, having any grave at all by a brothels side is terribly crude, I must say.
This is the only place they could go to. Fino groaned. His head felt as if it was spinning and would twist off his neck at any moment.
Is that right? You couldnt have just bought out a patch of land in a fair prairie in Sentry and dedicated it to them? ZZ kept on teasing Fino, hiccupping and stuttering with each word.
Ya think the Centum Order would have given me the arks for that?
They sure seem to have given you enough arks for boozing, whoring, and gambling then. Are those frivolous pleasures more important to you than your own loves?
What has gotten into him? Fino thought as he lifted his head back up. You know thats not true.
The Master of the Love Machines face was the reddest it had been, redder than a tomato, and his eyes were barely hanging themselves open. Im not so sure of that now. To you ecliants with your high seats, a mere whore and babe really are nothing toC
Thats enough out of ya. Desmi slammed the bar counter, nearly cracking its wooden surface with his fist.
Old man? Fino murmured. Desmi was the last person he expected to defend him here.
Speak of the pitiful fool all you like C but leave a mans family out of this.
The slammed table appeared to have awoken ZZ from his drunken stupor. My apologies, Lord Desmi, Lord Fino. He gently bowed his head to hide away his flushed face. Despite my position, Ive never been one to handle my liquor well, so I do hope you both could excuse my unbecoming behaviour.
Yeah, its fine Fino sipped back onto his bottle, yet its taste no longer sweetened his tongue but soured instead.
Ya all right, boy? asked Desmi, still acting like Finos senior despite being younger in all but appearance.
Fino nodded his head before gulping down the last drop of wine, no matter how bitter it was. The Love Machines brothel was supposed to be a haven for Fino to escape to, but even its lilac lights and decadent pleasures have been tasting dull as of late.
The counter where they sat was becoming silent, far too silent for a brothel of all places C until a shrill voice spoke out from the side where ZZ sat.
Lord ZZ. May I request some of your time? a young girl with jade eyes approached ZZ, a steelborn perhaps. Her ginger head was dishevelled, and her body was dressed in no more than a thin robe, revealing the contour of her nude self beneath the fabric. She has an air of sultriness yet also innocence she exuded. Such a beauty that Fino did not believe he had had the pleasure to taste before.
ZZ stood up from his stool. Good timing, Aleah. Be a darling and bring me a glass of water, in fact, get me a whole flask. He ordered the girl. The water flask that was on their counter had already been emptied by Desmi.
Oh, of course, the lassie didnt question her masters request and tended to his will first before addressing her own matter. She brought forth a flask of water and poured it into three cups, one for each of the drunken men. Here you go, My Lords. The comely girl bowed her head as she served them the goblets, having fine enough propriety for a Love Machines doxy. And take this as well, Lord ZZ. It should help a little. She plucked out a banana from a resting fruit bowl and offered it to ZZ, acting less like a child and more so his mother.
Fino held the wooden goblet in his palm. His face reflected upon the clear water surface, tousled and tired C his golden eyes were the sole saving grace for this pitiful front. He downed the entire cup in one swig. It was cold and tasted like nothing, all it did was cleanse his gorge and mind of what little pleasures remained from hours of drinking himself away.
ZZ rid himself of his usual poise and too chugged the goblet down in one swig before peeling and munching on the banana. Youre my shining jewel, Aleah. Now, what do you need? asked ZZ with his mouth full.
The small lass ambled to her masters side, having to stand on her tippy toes before she could whisper into his ear.
Wanna bet some arks on what theyre speaking of? Desmi, too, whispered to Fino.
Sure. Whats your wager? Fino posed. If there was anything that would cheer him up, that would be gambling.
Desmi reached into his pocket and unveiled a coin, flipping it up and down with his fingers. A silver on her noticing ZZ was being rattled, and is just pretending to intervene so she may save her master some face. The old carter betted.Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original.
An oddly specific choice, Fino raised his eyebrows.
Trust me. Men of his fancy cloaks have all sorts of tricks up their sleeves for these kinds of situations. Few matters more to them than their reputation. Desmi took a swig from his water cup. Your turn.
Five bronze on a swooned youngster being violent with her in bed. Now shes crying bout it to daddy dearest. Fino wagered the last bit of arks he had left on him on this trip. Im gonna need to beg Nine for some more allowance next month, Fino dreaded to think of what excuses hed need to use next time.
The crude carter merely scowled at Finos jest. Thats yer bet? Ya a sick-minded man, Fino. He scolded Fino, him of all people.
Well see whos sick, Fino smirked as he set the small pouch of coins onto the counter.
That is all. The green-eyed girl murmured and then retreated back a step.
ZZ didnt seem shocked, scared, or pleased C his face was stony, as if time had stopped for him. The Master of the Love Machines merely readjusted his crumpled vest and cleaned his sweaty, pale face with a wet towel, appearing as if nothing had happened at all.
Fino and Desmi both sat upright, with bated breath like a pair of hounds C awaiting to see who would be declared the victor.
Mind sharing with us what it was about? Fino probed ZZ as repayment for the steelborns inebriated manner.
Of course. Though I suppose youd all know of it soon, ZZ leisurely sat back down on his stool and faced both Fino and Desmi, his golden eye at the Archetype and his purple eye at the carter. Itd seem the Sentinels have arrived at Dreamcity. He revealed casually, and though he only whispered, it felt as if the entirety of the brothel had heard him. The music dwindled, the lights faded, and the dwellers silenced C it was less of a brothel and more so a graveyard at that point, with the once merry patrons now having their mouths agape and their eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets.
Another draw, another loss Ark, when will it be my turn to win? Fino lamented at least he would get to keep his measly five bronze arks.
This way, boy! shouted Desmi as he swam through the horde of fleeing folks crowding every street and alley C even a man as tough as he was left flailing like a goldfish amidst the sea of people.
Slow down, old man. Fino was right behind the carters heels, stuck between masses of bodies. His own frail body felt as if it was being grinded into a paste C at least, the whole commotion had alleviated him from his drunken daze. How did it even come to this? Fino grunted, with his hand holding tight onto his cherished dagger, ensuring no one could snatch it from him amidst the unrest. Fino was told that the Sentinels were expected to arrive in at least another week, but itd seem ZZs informant had fed him the wrong information. Fuck, I shouldve listened to ZZ Fino sighed, wishing he had left earlier.
The Hunt has already commenced throughout the City of Colours. Banners of the golden hexagram covered the sky by the hundreds, carried by thousands of ecliants with that very same golden star embroidered onto their steel chestplate. Like a swarm of locusts, they buzzed to every corner of Dreamcity, either battling with rebels and rioters, detaining potential suspects, or helping ecliant residents to evacuate.
Peddlers and merchants have disbanded their stalls. Humans and steelborns were either running back to their homes or were being detained and chained by the Sentinels C even a few ecliants werent able to escape from their seizure. Shops, taverns, and brothels, even the Love Machines, have closed off for the day C leaving their customers, including Fino and Desmi, having to fend for themselves out in the open street.
Be careful! Ahead of you! Fino shouted to Desmi, though perhaps Fino did not need to warn a past Sentinel Captain of all people.
With seemingly little effort, Desmi parried a knife blow aimed at him from the front C snatching the reckless foe''s weapon from his grasp before gouging it into the blokes throat. The man was no Sentinel nor Firstkind rebel; he was a mere human boy. The fountain of blood bubbling out of the boys neck scared the crowd away from Desmi and Fino ever so slightly, leaving them enough space to flee.
This is fucking insane, Fino panted as he ran, the boys blood, too, has splattered and stained his dark skin with red.
Many riots have sparked amongst ecliants, humans, and steelborns alike, unsure whether theyre rebels or not. Few took the opportunity to finally fight back against the Sentinels, but with little success. Few took the advantage to rob, kidnap, and murder folks to their hearts content. Most fought because others were.
Were almost there. For somehow, who looked so old, Desmi dashed and slithered swiftly onward. He was trying to reach where he stationed his wagon, at least, if it wasnt already stolen amidst this chaos. There it is! he called out and pointed forward.
The small and cramp wagon that Fino so detested C he never thought the day would come when hed be so happy to see it. The wagon and horse were hitched before an empty church with the Hall of Ark, one of the few that could be found in this sinful city. The carriage was untouched and unspoiled by any straying arrows or thieves C Fino was unsure whether it was due to divine intervention or because no self-respecting robbers would ever bother stealing such a drab cart.
Desmi reached the wagon first, and he wasted no time to unhitch it and reined in the horses. Easy, girls, he patted their manes and calmed the two riling horses, an impressive feat despite the brash noise of clashing metals and raining arrows surrounding them. One of those arrows had lodged itself into Desmis thigh without Fino knowing when, yet the old mans pace hadnt seemed to wane just yet. Hurry up, city boy! he waved his arm at Fino. The wagons door was opened and now only awaiting its hosts.
Fino sped up his pace, no matter how drained he was due to years of no physical training. Yeah, cominC Before he could finish his words, from beyond his view and even beyond Desmi, he spotted a few shadows slowly emerging from behind the wagon, gradually becoming larger and larger until they escaped wholly from the dark. Watch out behind you!
Desmi wasted no time spinning his body back, but by then, the wagon was already tilting. Its two rightward wheels were raised into the air while its leftward wheels collapsed against the ground where Desmi stood. The carriage was falling to its side. The speed of its fall should be no trouble for a man as skilled as Desmi to escape, but Fino noticed the old man was not budging C the arrow in his left thigh stopped him.
Desmi! Fino shouted as he rushed forward faster with the little strength he had left.
Fino was too late. It sounded like a battering ram that Fino would hear often used back in the Second Iron Rebellion, but it did not last as long. The carriage toppled over on its side C and with its fall, Desmis whole body was buried underneath it, surrounded by a cloud of dust. No matter how small the wagon was and how strong Desmi was, he could not stop it from crumbling upon him. The wagon was destroyed, with its wagon bed crushed on the left side. The left wheels were torn to pieces, the left windows shattered to shards, the cover ripped and covered with arrows. Before Desmi was caught under it, he managed to unchain his horses, allowing them to gallop away unscathed.
No Fino muttered as he clenched his fists. Sweats trickled down his forehead, and his limbs were shivering while halting in place. The strength to flee was no longer housed in him, not as though there was a means for him to escape anymore. He was fearing for his own life, or perhaps not C he had not felt such feeling for decades.
The dust was scattering, and the hail of arrows had subsided, at least for now. From behind the remnants of the wagon, nine figures appeared. Humans, most likely. Small ones, fat ones, lanky ones C yet their faces were all the same, grinning from ear to ear, with their eyes seeing red. Their casual attires were untattered despite the ensuing commotion, and in their hands were swords, daggers, chains, and ropes. Slavers Fino was sure of it; he remembered being warned by the watchers of many incidents of kidnappings lately C just never expected them to be in front of a church, of all places. Humans, steelborns, and even ecliants were reported to be kidnapped C it did not seem like there was any limit to the depravity the kidnappers would sink to.
Hey there, friend. Yer an ecliant? a human walked forward from the bunch. The leader, perhaps. His eyes of blue and his head of gold. He wore a brown jacket over his dark body. He was the tallest and the only one with any sort of muscle on his body.
So these punks pushed the wagon Fino grumbled. Nah, Im a steelborn. He shook his head while slowly taking a few steps back.
I dont know if I believe ya, friend. Care to prove it? His grin was ever smug for a mere human.
One of his lackeys, perhaps the fat one, wobbled towards him. Ya dont need to, Glad. His mug is popular round all of Dreamcity. Thats Five, an Ace and a Lord of the Centum Order.
The one time where my unpopularity would have helped Fino cursed his own bad fortune.
That true, friend? the slaver named Glad asked.
Of course not. Never heard of him. If I were a Lord, wouldnt I be wearing an animal mask over my face? Fino nervously shook his head from side to side.
Is that your best excuse? the fat bloke stared at him dully.
Im trying over here Fino screamed internally.
Lord or not. Ecliant or steelborn. As long as yer a steelman, our eastern friends would love to have their hands on exotic goods like ya. The blonde bastard grinned, a slave merchant on steelmen was almost unheard of C Fino could not believe the watchdroids hadnt arrested these scoundrels already. Well, go get em, boys. With a whistle, he commanded five of his doglike lackeys to march forward in their hands armed with long ropes and daggers.
Not yet Wait! Fino shouted desperately, stopping them in their tracks for a slight instant. Luckily, the rains of arrows have waned momentarily; otherwise, Fino doubted his words would have been heard from that far.
Yes? the human asked, strangely kind enough for the leader of a band of kidnappers.
Not yet I may be no lord, but I do have some money. Ya can have it if ya just let me go.
How much ya got?
Not yet Five bronze arks Fino dangled his coin pouch with his left hand while his right hand remained behind his hind.
Oh, ya dont need to sell yourself so short. Im sure youd be bought for much more than that. A strange attempt to console Fino was made before the leader of the band ordered his men to continue walking forward.
Not yet Wait! Fino shouted desperately once more, stopping them in their tracks for a slight instant once again. The rains of arrows have yet to return, still allowing for Finos words to be received.
What now? the blue-eyed man grunted, outwardly abandoning his placid mask.
Not yet Cmon, man. Please just let me go. There are so many other people around here that are prettier and better than me, Fino pleaded while pointing at other fleeing folks around him.
Ya dont need to worry about them. Youll have their company soon. Trust me on that. The human made his promise and once more commanded the five flunkeys to resume their march.
The five humans were merely a few steps away from Fino. Close enough where Fino could see the pores and dirt on their faces and hear the foul mutterings beneath their breath. About now Understandable. Have a great day. His parting words, before he darted back and ran, it was due time C a master plan.
After him, boys. Fino could still hear the leader nonchalantly commanding his men despite the rushing wind and his pounding heart deafening his ears.
Cmon Cmon Fino huffed and puffed. He had only run for a few steps, yet his legs already felt as if they were about to be torn off his hips. Throbbing and burning, as if he had swallowed a hot iron rod whole, tangling it between his innards. His breath was shallow, and his lungs felt stuffy C he really ought to ease on the drinking and smoking after this whole ordeal is over. Yet, no matter how excruciating it was C he could not stop yet.
I got ya now! one of his pursuers grumbled from behind, Fino could feel the air from his missed grabbing attempts and rope tosses.
Now! Hunt! Closing Order Two-Seven! Fino shouted at the top of his lungs, to the point he could feel his voice breaking. Hope this works With no care about how close the humans were to his heels, Fino lunged forward, as far as he could, to the ground and curled himself into a ball, covering his neck and head with his hands.
It was silence, perhaps due to him covering his ears and eyes as well, yet he could still feel the ground trembling from where he cowered. It first felt as if rains fleetingly descended from the sky, and as the water ceased, it seemed as though sacks of potatoes then rained down to the ground instead.
The two rains ended, and true silence came C to the sky and soil.
Is it over? Fino slowly lowered his hands and opened his eyes. The sky has cleared from the rain he summoned. He quickly jumped back onto his feet, almost spraining himself from doing so. Terrible sight The scene before him was his once pursuers. Four of them lay flat on the dirt, soiled by a pool of blood, their bodies filled with arrows from head to toe like a porcupine. Their fingers and eyes were still twitching slightly, yet no clear sound could be heard from them except faint whimpers.
One of them still stood, though barely and not for long C half of his body was too ridden with arrows, with one piercing through one of his cheeks and out the other. With his sword hanging between his tearing fingers, the brave fool with one foot in the grave still dared to limp himself towards Fino.
Im weak, but not that weak Fino knew not whether to feel honoured or affronted C it had been long since he had been in battles, but he had been in battles. With the human standing before him, his golden eyes stared straight into the dying mans brown orbs C murky and soiled, befitting for such vile humans. The walking corpse could not even lift his sword any longer. Fino reached behind his hind and unsheathed Maria. How long has this been? A swift slash was all it was needed to slit the humans throat C Marias first in many years, yet her sharpness had never dulled. The humans body fell towards Fino. It was heavy, nearly felling Fino alongside it. It took all of his strength to push the corpse off of him, staining himself entirely in blood from it.
What have ya done? the leader of the slavers stood in shock alongside his three remaining minions.
Guess hearing Six and Eights lectures paid off Fino panted as he frantically tried to calm his heart from beating so wildly C after all, it was mere luck that his body did not receive any holes from the rain of arrows that he summoned. It was normally reserved for when a Sentinel would like to conduct a suicide attack by using a special command and alert nearby allies to rain arrows down on their location, but Fino had no intention of entirely following through with such a morbid plan. Dunno. Ark just loves me, I guess. Fino shrugged his shoulders, no matter how much they were quivering.
If only He is just as loving to all of us and not just ya ecliants, the head of the slave merchant rubbed his scruffy golden hair. Well, then. Youve killed my men. But Id be the better man and allow you to live. Even if its just about. He unsheathed the sword by his waist before waving at his fat gofer from before. Go round up the others. Just in case, he pulls nother of his tricks. He ordered the fattest and probably slowest person of his crew.
Stay safe, boss. The pig nodded his head before waddling away, panting heavily with each stomp.
If its him, then I should still have some time left before their reinforcements arrive Fino thought while turning his pupils to every opening he could spot. The plot before this church was large and emptying. Aside from Fino and the slavers, the numbers of fleeing residents and combatants have begun to wane. He had more than enough paths to escape to, yet his legs were feeling stiff, and his arms were shivering too much. The ground he stood on was too hindered and slippery for him to stand straight C lathered in broken arrows he summoned and dowsed in the blood of the human he slew. Could I even outrun them? Running was always what Fino did best, but it has also been decades since he needed to run for himself and others.
The gold-headed human began to leisurely amble toward Fino, dangling his sword back and forth as if it were a toy, while his two remaining underlings with ropes in their hands always remained a step behind him. Please do not resist any further. Wouldnt want to hurt the merchandiseC
A rumbustious noise burst forth and besotted the attention of all who were present. It came beyond Fino and behind the humans. It sounded like that of a crumbling house, but perhaps, in reverse. What was that? Fino glanced through the gaps between the humans blocking his view. Those same humans, too, have twisted their heads back, and though Fino could not see their faces from behind, their quaking limbs akin to Finos were telling.
The same storm of dust that once dispersed and heralded ones demise returned at the very same spot C coating the same pile of rubbles and the same supposed corpse.
How? Ya damned steelman The human leader squirmed for the first time Fino had seen him, quaking in his boots and holding tightly onto his sword to not let it slip off his sweaty palms.
You crazy son of a bitch Fino chuckled twitchily, he could not even believe hed be laughing in such a situation C but this was hardly a normal sight one would see often, especially not for those arrogant humans so confident that their murder ploy had succeeded.
As the dust settled, it revealed the crashed wagon rising once more, despite its collapsing body, it was still being lifted back to its standing wheels. A crumbling figure, wrinkly as ever, with more gashes and bruises than he had before, rose from below the carriage C resting the vehicles body on his back and shoulder. His eyes had not lost their colour, if anything, they were redder than ever. His entire body was maimed and tattered, his garments barely hanging onto them. The sound of his bones snapping could be heard from the slightest movement. The arrow once lodged in his leg had snapped, and its head was nowhere to be seen, perhaps already shoved deep into his thigh C though that ought to be the least of his worries right now and for the humans.
Damn humans Damn my age The old carter coughed out dust, with blood dripping out of his mouth and scar. The broken wagon still rested on his back and right arm despite it being five times as large as him. The might of a hardened ecliant. No mere humans and steelborns, or even regular ecliants, would be able to commit such a feat of might. Fino had never been able to hone his strength to such a degree, even after two centuries of living. As if he was shrugging dust off his shoulder, Desmi pushed his legs up and lifted his right arm, tossing the whole carriage off of his body. The wagon crashed back onto the ground and willed up more dust from the impact. Stumbling and rocking back and forth before finally returning onto its four wheels C or at least however many wheels it had left.
What did I say? If only Ark is as loving to us humans as much as he is to you ecliants. It did not take the human leader long to regain his composure. Well, what are ya lot waiting for? Go get em. A strong old bone like him oughta bag a fine enough sum, he commanded his three henchmen, still quaking in their boots C even though he himself dared not to attack even Fino.
Be careful, old man! Fino shouted he could not believe he would ever say that to Desmi, of all folks.
The three humans surrounded Desmi C one at the front, one to the left, one to the right C none were behind him, for the broken carriage had already stolen that spot. Hunters armed with ropes and blades against a clawless cornered beast C yet none of them dared to take the first step in facing him, and yet remained many steps afar from Desmi.
Well, cmon, ya spineless brats. Have at it. Desmi stood tall, even as he was breathing shallowly and his eyes barely hanging open.
A crumbling old man goaded the three spry young men, yet the latter dared not to pay him back for his insult.
Ya boys are terrible hosts, Desmi rubbed his wrinkly forehead and slicked his dusty white mane back after a minute of no reaction from his foes. Making a frail old man do all the work. Is there no low that you humans would not stoop to? Desmi flicked his wrist upward. His movement was fast, as fast as that of someone like Eight. The sharp gust of wind released from his palm was far faster C and the item coated by that very same wind swung out of his hand like an arrow was the fastest.
The first human, standing before Desmi C fell. Falling freely backwards like a puppet whose strings have been cut before tumbling his skull to the hard ground. A puddle of blood dripped out where his head landed, yet it did not seep out from the back of his skull but from the front.
So thats where it went Fino had to squint his eyes to spot it, but its sharpness and design were instantly recognisable to him after a lifetime of being surrounded by them. The arrowhead that Fino had thought to be embedded in Desmis thigh was now lodged deep into the corpses skull instead.
The two other humans surrounding him stood in abject fright. Their faces paled further than they already were, and so too were their limbs. They could hardly even hold onto their weapons steadily.
Ya damned bastard! The foe on Desmis right was the first to break free of his fear. With a sword in hand, he mindlessly charged towards Desmi at last. Fucking move, Bob! His war cry delivered as he ran, or perhaps, just a desperate cry to his frozen friend.
YeC Yeah The man on the left broke free from his stunned stupor. He began to spin his rope in the air like a lasso C before releasing it towards Desmi. Whether by skills or a stroke of luck, the rope wrapped itself around the tired old man, binding his body and arms as if he were a captured wild animal.
Desmi did not struggle, nor did he even attempt to dodge the rope. He merely stood still with his head hung low. His breathing accelerated, and blood dripped ever faster.
Both of the leaders stood by the sideline, so close to each other, yet neither even attempted to confront the other, unlike their underlings.
Dont give up now, Desmi! Fino shouted.
Finish this already, Bob, Ivan! the leader of the slaver too shouted.
The human on the right, named Ivan perhaps, encroached nearer and nearer to the unmoving Desmi until his foe was at last in the range of his sword. I got ya nowC
All happened in a fleeting moment C too fast for the humans to react, but just slow enough for Fino to.
Desmi moved. His heavy breathing ceased entirely. Beneath the tattered garment, his muscles pulsed, and his veins popped. Despite being bound, with his arms confined down to his waist, it did not stop him. Like a bird soaring its wings for the first time, he stretched his arms outward with all his might until the ring wrapped around him was torn to pieces. He did not stop. At that moment, he gripped onto the end of the rope, where the ring was once attached to C with the human named Bob grabbing tightly onto the other end. Bob was a big lad, fatter and taller than Desmi C yet as if he weighed no more than a small critter, Desmi pulled the rope towards himself with one arm, snatching alongside the human who refused to release the rope. As if it was a giant flail made of flesh instead of steel, Desmi planted his feet into the ground before throwing his entire arm and swinging this makeshift flail straight into the charging human to his right.
As if they were lovers, Bob and Ivans bodies collided against each other and left them rolling and tussling across the dusty ground C with Ivans sword penetrating deeply into Bobs guts from the sudden impact.
Bob? No With his friend lying flat on top of him and pinning him to the ground, bleeding out of his stomach and choking on his own puke C Ivan cried out, ignoring his own bruises and cuts. Grunting and writhing across the dirt like a helpless baby, he pushed his friends corpse off of him before lifting his head up with seemingly what little strength he had left. Fuck youC
Like crushing an egg, a heavy stomp ended the humans wrath C and splattered blood and brain matter onto the soil to feed the insects that dwelled on it.
Thats enough, trooper. With Ivans shirt as a doormat, Desmi wiped the blood stain and pieces of skin off of his boot.
Mad old man Fino still stood motionless while witnessing this spectacle of violence. Such brutality, he had only seen in the older generations of Sentinels, not the greener ones of today.
The leader of the slavers, too, stood still in silence and alone.
Were done here? Dont make me waste any more breath on this. Desmi spat onto the corpses lying by his feet before limping past them and encroaching towards where Fino and the human stood.
You took care of my boys, but youre not going after me as well? How hurtful. The human ceased his silence and scoffed.
Just get out of here. Fino regained his footing, standing tall and straight C it was easy when he was no longer outnumbered by the enemies. There are hundreds of other ecliants ya could prey after. It doesnt have to be us.
No, maybe not. But I want to now. The lone slaver crossed his arms. Quite an ecliant you are. Ive never quite had this much trouble with a steelman before. Never thought that men like ya still roam this rock. Still firmly planting his feet on the same spot, the human had the guts to chat with Desmi as if they were old friends.
Praise from a human isnt exactly something Id relish C but Ill take it. Will ya fuck off now? Desmi panted as he dragged his tattered body closer and closer to his last foe.
No can do, old man. Pitiful runts they were, but they were still my boys. To let ya both go after all of this C would haunt me for the rest of my days. The human at last raised his sword C grey and chipped, that long hunk of steel had no doubt seen many battles.
You wouldnt have any days ahead of you if you choose to stay. Standing behind, Fino warned the bold human.
Ill take my chances, the human smirked, not a hint of doubt nor fear in his bright blue eyes. Those very same eyes soon looked upward, to his left C a blurry sight, like a horde of bulls, were charging closer and closer to where they were. Or perhaps Id not need to after all, he grinned from ear to ear C those were no raging bulls, but they were raging all the same.
He actually did it Fino couldnt believe what his golden eyes were seeing C he really should stop making bets.
The fat lackey from earlier had returned, tumbling his stubby legs down the hill C with the reinforcements he had promised. There were dozens of them, far too many for just Desmi and Fino to handle.
How did they even make it past the Sentinel? Get your shit together, Six! Fino cursed and stomped his foot C at least, he finally had the chance and reason to admonish Six when they next met.
Fine work. I didnt think youd actually make it here with all those Sentinels out and about. That man did stay true to his words, after all. The leader slapped the back of his returned lackey. Now, we ought to stay true to ours as well. His azure eyes glared at Desmis reds. A mere glance of his commanded his dozens of new henchmen to surround Desmi once more C this time, the broken wagon was not there to cover his back, leaving him with not a single space to breathe or escape.
Damn cowards Fino gnawed his teeth. He was never one to play by the rules, yet even he could not stand this sight C tens of able men trapping a wrinkly man barely standing firmly on his feet.
Run, Fino! Desmi shouted, even when surrounded and cornered. Get ya arse out of here. Even a pitiful ecliant like ya still ought to outrun all of these vermin. His once brash voice had dwindled severely, his breath overshadowing each word.
Shut the fuck up, Desmi! Fino shouted back. I paid you to protect me, here and back. And I intend for you to do just that, or else, return me my arks!
Its nice to still see fervours housed in ya both. Wouldnt want ya to be mute and dull when yer up for auction. The slaver jested, and his cronies laughed.
Through the gaps between the circling humans, Desmi stared down at Fino, yet his eyes did not look as condemning and irritating as usual. I suppose he was right about one thing on ya, Fino. Desmi chuckled gently, a gentleness that Fino had never seen from a brute like him before. Yet it was only for a fleeting moment. Despite his body crumbling, his limbs lathered with gashes, and blood seeping out of every orifice C Desmi yet held up his fists, tempered and firm, like steel.
Even when they outnumbered him; still not one of them dared to take the first step in attacking Desmi once more.
Stop gawking around. Come at me, ya cowards! A valiant war cry with his arms tossed into the air C yet that was all they were, and nothing followed. The prideful old man fell yet stood. His head tumbled, and his chin touched his chest C yet his legs still stood to hold his body straight, even when his soul was no longer there to guide him through this battle.
Desmi succumbed to slumber C still standing, nonetheless. The sun yet shone over his head and casted the shadow of his fainted figure to the ground C far larger than the shadows of any other men present.
His enemies knew not what to do. Like a bunch of apes, they scratched their heads and mumbled amongst themselves while observing a fainted old man who was no longer a threat to them C still unwilling to approach him.
No way Fino lunged himself forward. His untrained legs were already at their limits C he should not be wasting his fleeting energy left on such a futile endeavour and instead focus on running as he always had, yet his body would not listen to his mind. Damn you, old man! Wake upC
Bashed and blanked. Body fell and face planted to the dirt. Fino felt something. It was thin and hard, like gold. The bludgeoning weapon smelled the scent of sweet perfume that only the richest of Dreamcitys dwellers would possess. His brain rattled inside his skull. His vision slowly became blurry C Desmi and the humans before him seemed to be disappearing.
It could not be Fino muttered with dirt in his mouth as it all turned dark and cold. Damned conman His last thought before the cheers of the humans faded away, alongside the deceiving scent of the sweet ambuscade.
Chapter 24 – Six: “Between Seasoned and Bold”
Squadron Eight, fall back. Squadron Five, engage onwards! Astra commanded the squadrons before him.
The enemies before them were plenty, lurking at every corner of this city of decadence C but they were disorganised and impulsive, no match for the Sentinels even if they were the Heart Corp.
Squadron Nineteen, assist with civilian evacuation. Squadron Seventeen, reconvene with Squadron Fourteen C escort and deliver the prisoners and suspects there. Astra continued.
The innocent dwellers behind them were plenty, fleeing and flailing throughout the bloodstained streets, desperately finding their way back to their homes and inns amidst this unfortunate battlefield.
Squadron Twelve, move ahead and search Zhamar Street. Check every inn and brothel C those were their last sightings. Despite his foul mouth and laidback demeanour, he was doing a rather fine job leading the troops C as expected of Sixs own Wing.
At once, Lord Wing! the Squad Captain of Squadron Twelve pressed his fist to his chest before marching onwards with his men.
Youre doing quite well, itd seem. Six walked up to Astra from behind. He removed his dragon-like helmet, allowing his long golden hair to fall. Not only his helmet but the steel armour he was wearing was rather too flashy for someone like Six; it even had a black cape attached to it C this was all due to Six yielding to the request of his men for the Prime Sentinel to dress more befittingly of his station.
Id much prefer if you do it, though, Boss. Astra panted, his normally gleaming purple eyes seemed to have lost all of their sheen behind his own helmet. It was rare to see him wearing his armour, let alone doing so much work.
This plan was your proposal. You started it, so see it through to the end. Six praised his Wing, but by the look on the lads face, it seemed as if it was more of an admonishment than praise.
The Hunt Sentinels already knew that a sizeable force of the Firstkind was hiding away in Dreamcity, thanks to a local informant C but Six knew that the Firstkind, too, knew that the Sentinels were coming for them. By the time the entire Sentinels force would arrive at the doorstep of Dreamcity, no doubt, the Firstkind would have been long gone by then.
Not a bad plan, kid... Six tapped Astras back. Astra was the one who proposed for the Hunt Sentinels to split their force and have soldiers secretly ride on alone ahead of the convoy, few at a time, masking in civilian clothing and dark cloaks, blending in with the shadow casted down by the colourful city C allowing for them to meet up with city officials ahead of them and seal off as many of the citys entrances as possible before ambushing the unsuspecting rebels. A simple but effective plan. The enemies would be too preoccupied with the bigger bulk of the Sentinels still marching out on the Iron Trail to pay close enough attention to whats happening right beneath their noses. This plan did lead to a third of their force being left behind, but their current number of ecliant soldiers ought to be more than enough for a band of rebellious humans C and if any rebels were to escape out of the city, theyd be intercepted by a far larger and sprier force.
I better not get a promotion for this. Astra sighed before removing his steel helmet and slicking back his dark wavy hair, drenched in sweat, despite the Wing only commanding on the sideline and not engaging in the skirmish.
If you could apprehend the Firstkinds leader, Im sure the Order would make you the next Prime Sentinel whether you want to or not.
Of all things that are boring in this world C I long for your post the least, Boss. Astra scratched his bum like a delinquent, seeming bored out of his mind C though Six could not exactly blame him. Even calling this a battle would be an insult to the word C it was a borderline one-sided slaughter. Aside from their sheer numbers and unpredictable manoeuvres, the humans stood no chance before the might of a coordinated Sentinel force C skewered by swords and spears to their guts and lathered by arrows all over their bodies. I must say, they dont seem like the Firstkind to me. Astra pointed it out. The enemies before them did not adorn the signature orange emblem of the Firstkind, and most of them were fighting for themselves and not together C hardly what one would expect from battle-hardened rebels.
Because they most likely arent. Your plan was good in bringing us here, but it still lacks clarity. This city breeds all sorts of scoundrels ready to slit your throat, not just rebels. Six was never fond of the City of Colours. Too many people, too many vices, too many noises. A quieter city like Arkis Port was more to his liking.
Damn it all I dread to think how the folks would treat me when next I visit off duty. Astra lamented C unlike Six, this shameless brat loved the city and its abundant pleasures. Lets wrap this up already. Come on out, ya rebel scums! Astra screamed out frustratingly while banging his sword against his shield like a drum as if the Firstkind would ever heed his vulgar request.
From a distance, Six sighted a Sentinel mounted astride a horse, accompanied by a dozen other foot soldiers, galloping towards where he and Astra were. They were no rebels, but some people did hear Astras shout after all. So you finally returned? Six crossed his arms and squinted his golden eyes C pleased to see their return but displeased not to see both of their return.
That once-holy brat has wholly discarded his gloomy cloak and, instead, strapped the standardised Sentinel armour over his skinny, dark body. His buzzed head, too, was covered by a steel helmet, hiding away most of his dull face and silver eyes. In his hand, he no longer clutched onto an Arkive, but instead the reins to his steed and a lance.
The masterless Sentinel dismounted from his horse and faced Six and Astra. He removed his helmet to meet their eyes of gold and purple. My Lords, I humbly apologise for my late arrival. On behalf of Lord Senu, I offer you Squadrons Nine and Eleven. Symon knelt down to one knee and placed his lance by Sixs feet.
Whatevers left of Squadrons Nine and Eleven anyways. Astra scoffed. No doubt some of the men from those two squadrons, too, were unable to enter the sealed city like the rest of Sixs force, while most of them were still licking their wounds in Sentry after their recent blunder.
Enough of your prodding, Six slapped Astra at the back of his head. Rise, Sentinel Symon. Six commanded, and he listened C something that Astra could learn from him. I commend your return after suffering such a defeat. But I, too, ordered for the Heart Commanders presence. Where is he?
With no time wasted, as if his life depended on it, Symon knelt once more, but this time pressing his palms and head to the ground. Please forgive him, Lord Prime. My Lord yet could not resign from his keep in Sentry C no matter how much he wishes to. The cruel rebels, in all of their wickedness, had struck a tender blow to his Lords chest C leaving him incapacitated and bedbound. Yet even in his enfeebled state, he still willed what little might he had left and commanded us to brave the frontline once again. Symon chirped on and on, but Six and Astra were no wet-ears youngsters that would fall for such outlandish fairy tales.
This would not do.
My Lord? Symon raised his neck slightly.
Idavi has received enough leniencies from me. And he spat upon my hand every time. Six retold of the Heart Commanders many blunders. He has a fortnight to answer my summon and swear his fealty to me once more. If not, the title of Heart Commander would be stripped from him C regardless of what his family and friends in court have to say. Is this matter clear?
But Lord Prime With his injuries, he could not hope to make it here in a fortnightC
Is this matter clear? Six repeated himself.
Yes, Lord Prime I will send a messenger at dawn. Symon planted his forehead on the dirt once more.
Good. And while youre at it, Ill make you Acting Commander of the Heart Corp during the next fortnight. Given that Idavi does not have a Wing Commander, Ill allow that honour to you. Six decreed, to the shock of both Astra and Symon C their eyes looking as though they would pop out of their sockets. You will be taking no orders from Idavi C but the opposite instead.
Boss?
Lord Prime?
The sooner he arrives before me, the sooner hed get his post returned to him. Six waved his arm, ending any attempts at protest. Now go and fulfil your duties. There are rebels among us, and the Sentinels need a commander.
Yes, Lord Prime, Symon answered with composure, but a hint of gloss could be seen on his silver orbs. He stood back up and mounted his horse. May Ark fortune this battle for us all. The devout lad prayed before galloping away down the opposing street with his squadrons C where far fewer Sentinels were fighting and far more civilians were fleeing.
Astra waited until Symon and his men were out of sight before opening his mouth. Im sure the boy would be better than that sycophant, but I could also say the same for almost anyone else in the Heart Corp. And those same people wouldnt be too happy to hear that youve made that green kid the Commander instead of them. His Wing Sentinel whinged as if he had ever actually cared about these types of affairs.
Id earn some of their ire, yes. But the brunt of the blow, that frail Lord of his would surely make a tale of the agony it dealt. Six scratched his goatee.
What do you mean by that?
Well see how Symon goes. As long as were here, a commander wouldnt be able to do much in ways of commanding regardless. This is merely to sour Idavis meal and give vigour to his stout legs to run. Six spoke before tying up his hair and readorning his helmet.
Astra followed his steps and, too, put his helmet back over his dark head. If a Corp Commander couldnt lead the Sentinels C then surely, as the Wing Sentinel, I should not be able to either, right? Astra pleaded. After all, in terms of ranks C the Prime Sentinel stood the highest, then came the Corp Commanders, the Wing Sentinel, the Squad Captains, the Wing Commanders, and lastly, the Rook Sentinels.
No. Unfortunately for the cunning Astra, the Prime Sentinel has the final say regardless of how unconventional his decision may be. Now focus. Your men are leaving you behind. Six fluttered his black cape back and pointed forward C where the battle was fresh, with the Heart Sentinels subduing all who dared to obstruct their paths.
Nock Release! Astra gave the command; his voice echoed through his steel helmet. From his words, a rain of arrows clouded the sky, casting their shadows down onto the streets surface.
Not bad, but a bit too early, Six carefully observed Astras deed from behind.
Sounds of falling arrows, pierced flesh, and desperate squirms engulfed the street C from steelmen and humans alike. The spectacle of arrows lasted fleetingly. Before long, the street turned silent of the agonising wails, and the victims of the onslaught lay flat on the dirt, either helpless or silent.
Squadron Sixteen, apprehend the survivors and bring them to Squadron Fourteen. Squadron Fifteen, have the physicians treat the wounded. Squadron Eight, escort the Children of Ark and have them offer prayers to whomever would wish for it. Squadron Two and Squadron Twenty, clear the streets and corners of every corpse C deliver them to the Children of Ark and physicians so they may be stitched up and be returned to the families of the fallen. Astra wasted no time to deliver his orders.
The squadrons, too, wasted no time to heed his command as if they came from the Prime Sentinel himself C all besides one red-eyed girl with a burned face.
That was the bold girl from last time, Six thought, after all, it was hard to forget a face like hers.
Astra marched towards the girl who was standing in a daze, yawning and twiddling her thumbs like a princess while everyone else was doing their duties. Enjoying the scenery, Sentinel Tior?
Lord Wing How can I be of assistance? Tior asked casually. She was a mere Rook Sentinel, yet she still had the gall to address her superior as if they were friends C though perhaps, that didnt make her all too that different from Astra.
Youre of Squadron Twenty, yes? So why are you dawdling about instead of joining your team? inquired Astra.
Oh yes Im sorry. Im not very fancied of carrying bodies away. I hope you dont mind. She waved her hand at Astras face.
I do, in fact, mind. Or do I need to inform your Squad Captain of this behaviour C or the Commander himself, perhaps? The Wing Sentinel threatened Tior.
Captain Berry kicked the bucket a good hour ago already. Oh look, there he is, she pointed down the end of the street, where a familiar mangled corpse lay flat. But you could still report on me regardless. If thats what you want. The impudent Rook Sentinel scratched her head, which consisted of thin silver hair, the strands barely hanging onto her scalp.
You have quite a big mouth stitched to your face, dont you, Sentinel Tior? I have no issue with dismissing you from the Corp entirely. If thats what you want. Astra mimicked the girl.
For not doing this menial slog? Im here to fight, not to collect corpses. Leave that to the clerics. Tior nudged her head at the Children of Ark, who were helping to gather up the dead bodies while offering prayers to the ones still alive.
This girl Six grumbled. It has been a while since Tior challenged Six to combat and was defeated handily. Ever since then, Six has noticed her acting far more aggressive during both training and battle. Do what the Wing says. Six uttered his command, leaving both Astra and Tior in stillness while glancing up at him from below.
Tior clicked her tongue faintly, but Six still heard it. Fine. She begrudgingly stormed backwards like a pouting child, turning left into a corner alongside her squad before vanishing entirely out of view.
I do not know how you managed this every day. Astra sighed and drooped his shoulders as if being a leader had aged him by decades.
Its not easy. But every day you struggle, it just means another day of becoming better.
Yeah, yeah, Im still not intending to become the future Prime Sentinel, no matter how much guidance you offer me. Astra shook his head.
What I said earlier was a joke. I fear a man like you would not last long as the Prime Sentinel anyway.
Is that a challenge?
Six could merely smirk at such a childish response C but Six was not lying either. There have been many Prime Sentinels ever since the Sentinels were founded by Three during the Iron War. Eight was the first ever Prime Sentinel, and she soon resigned from her post after the First Iron Rebellion. Yet all of her successors, for the most part, never lasted for more than a couple of years C whether out of incompetence, corruption, or arrogance, Six did not know. It wasnt until the Third Iron Rebellion that Eight retook her post as the Prime Sentinel, yet even then, her brief reprisal ended when the rebellion, too, ended. Six took on the mantle after her, and he has held this post for ten years.
Theres no shortage of Lords and Ladies who would fancy your position. That snivelling swine Idavi is a given; even that ferocious Anaeis would no doubt want nothing more than to snatch this army from you and wage war as she pleases, Astra whinged about the Heart Commander and the Hunt Commander. Why cant they just be normal like Lord Bowstane Astra moped while mentioning the Scout Commander.
Be at ease. Until the day their dreams come true C they march at my command.
But of course. Well see if Idavi listens to your command this time, Boss.
The sound of steel clashing interrupted their conversation C quickly followed by desperate grunts from struggling warriors and neighing from riled horses. All of them came from one corner C where Squadron Twenty went.
Six looked down at Astra, and with not a single word exchanged, his Wing understood his intention.
Squadron Fifteen, with me. The rest of you will be on standby. Be prepared. Astra commanded, and the squadrons firmly heeded his orders. Your glaive, Boss. Astra whistled, and two Rook Sentinels walked forward. In their hands was Sixs glaive, a battered old thing. Its sheer length and weight required two Sentinels to carry them.
Six stared at its tattered body and blade riddled with scratch marks C it was a wonder that the glaive had lasted for this long. That would not be needed. Six turned the weapon away. He never liked the glaive, for the names its been labelled and the crimes its been accused of C and at this moment, he felt as though he should not wield it no matter what.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website.
Very well, Astra handed the glaive back to the two Rook Sentinels. Your lead then, Boss. Despite his valiant demonstration of leadership, Astra did not shy away from hiding behind Sixs back. The Wing delivered Six his shield and glaive.
You still have a lot to learn, kid, Six sighed before marching forward, with the Sentinels following his heels. By the time he reached the edge of the corner, the sound of the ensuing battle only became clearer and clearer. He could even hear the familiar grumbles of a particular feisty girl. Steady, Sentinels. Six commanded, and all halted in their track as they crossed the corner and stepped foot onto the new streetside.
The battle split two ways.
The side with their back turned and in front of Six was Squadron Twenty, remaining defensive and holding their grounds C brandishing their swords and spears so vehemently, looking more like barbarians rather than refined soldiers.
The side from afar, facing straight at Six, was a band of humans armed with cheap and chipped weapons while wearing orange cloths embroidered with the black four-pointed star C the sigil of the Firstkind.
What manners of fools would ever brandish their banner when in hiding? Six thought. Something strange smelled afoot, yet that was a matter for later C for now, suppressing the rebels was the priority. Squadron Twenty, fall back! Make way for Squadron Fifteen! Six ordered.
The exhausted squad retreated for the spryer force, all besides for that one impish girl.
That damned girl Astra cursed. Fall back, Sentinel Tior! the Wing shouted aloud, yet to no avail.
With merely a sword in hand, she stood her ground and faced the rebels before her C but her skills did not seem to match up with her bravery.
There were only around forty rebels, yet they were strangely formidable C or perhaps Six had just overestimated Tior. The rebel who was engaging in single combat with Tior, too, was a girl C but she looked far more mature and composed with her swordplay when compared to the savage dance displayed by Tior. She was about as tall and slim as Tior, yet she seemed far more nimble on her feet due to wearing only a leather vest instead of steel armour. Unlike Tiors melted face, the ladyknight before her had a fair and pale face with light golden strands over her head. The shade of her beauty, willowy and pallid, unlike anyone Six has ever seen for decades.
Eyes of ginger A steelborn, perhaps? Six thought while staring keenly at her C for some reason, he could not drive his eyes away.
The duel between the two flowers of the field stopped both sides in their tracks C halting their weapons just to spectate the performance. Even from afar, Sixs keen ears could hear even the faintest whispers and breaths of the combatants.
Not big of a talker, huh? Tior goaded her opponent C despite her being the one being overwhelmed with showers of blows, leaving her barely enough room to breathe, let alone parry.
The golden girl remained silent, like a mute C allowing for the clashing of their swords to speak on her behalf.
That damned attitude. I know a holy wench when I see one. Tiors mouth was moving faster than her swordplay and footwork. She wildly swung her sword sideways, perhaps hoping to decapitate the steelborn in one fell swoop with her superior strength as an ecliant.
It did not work. In an instance, the lady rebel duck down low and, with her leg, swipes at Tiors ankles C collapsing the cocky girl from her high tower and down to the dirt. She kicked Tiors sword out of her grasp, leaving the Sentinel to struggle and roll around the mud with her sprained ankles.
The Firstkind rebel glanced down at the fallen Tior before raising her sword to the sky until the tip was pointing directly at the clouds. Im sorry. Her foe spoke for the first time C an apology, no less. Her voice was soft, firm, yet remorseful C too kind for her own good.
That voice Six did not like hearing it from her mouth, her face C just hearing it felt cold.
That damned fool, never listen, Astra clicked his tongue. He then waved his hand to the sky. Sentinels, ready your arrows! Nock Release! Astra commanded promptly C yet no arrows came forth, but the sound of them being released was clearly heard. Six and Astra turned their heads back, only to find that most of the archers were pointing their bows to the sky as if they were trying to shoot Ark down from his throne. What happened? I said release here, not the damn sky! Astra gripped the collars of an archer.
Im sorry, Lord Wing. We heard an order, the poor archer whimpered like a toddler.
What order? Is it that bastard Symon? Astra scolded the lad.
No, Lord Wing. Closing Order Two-Seven was shouted out a couple blocks down East.
What? Astra released the boys collars.
Closing Order Two-Seven Most Sentinels shouldnt even be aware of that order anymore. So who could it be? Six mumbled. That order was created dating back to the Iron War as a desperate suicide attack, but it has run out of fashion two hundred years after its inception for most Sentinels C only archers were mandatorily forced to learn this order due to the sake of tradition.
Damn it all Enough dawdling! Forward nowC
Six took a step forward and blocked the path of his soldiers with his mighty figure. Give me that. Six grabbed a lance off the hand of a standby Sentinel C within his palm, the lance seemed no bigger than a mere cane.
Boss?
Stop sulking like her A strange yet tender ache in Sixs mind and heart C only when gripping onto the lance, crushing it and splintering his palm, would the pain be quelled. With the lance in hand, he stretched his arm back and planted his feet firmly in the dirt. The wind burst forth, accompanied by a sharp and fleeting sound of the sky being pierced C the mighty lance zipped through the air like a hurled thunderbolt, all aimed at a mere steelborn girl.
The lance was as fast as any arrow, yet the rebel girl managed to dodge the blow, just barely C no, Six missed his aim, just barely. The lance struck another rebel standing behind the girl C piercing his torso and launching him off the ground. The lance flew for another foot before sticking itself and the unlucky lad into a buildings wall C leaving the rebel stuck and flailing about against the wall while bleeding out of his chest.
I am going senile Six grumbled, such a blunder was rare to him C perhaps he was overdue for a new ReSamra surgery and Cycle of Reconstruct. Regardless, his action still allowed for the rebel to remove herself from Tior C the brash Sentinel quickly crawled back to the Sentinels side amidst the commotion. Are you harmed? Six reached his hand down to the crawling Sentinel.
I didnt ask for your help. I had it handled. Tior refused Sixs help and stood up by herself, nearly tripping and falling back down as she did.
You still have the strength to whinge C good. But calm yourself and stand back. That woman took it easy on you. Six revealed to her.
Took it easy on me? I had it under control! What the hell do you know?
Do you know then? inquired Six C his mighty shadow looming over her, even though she was standing.
All barks and no bites C Tior kicked the ground and stormed back to her squadron with her tail tucked between her legs.
This girl, I tell ya Dont worry, Boss. Ill reprimand her later. Astra assured Six.
Stubborn folks like her would need more than that, Six sighed, he has dealt with people like her his entire life. With the eyesore out of sight, Six returned his golden eyes back to the rebel whom he failed to strike down with his lance.
The Firstkinds were rummaging and bickering amongst themselves like a group of children instead of a troupe of seasoned rebels. They dropped their arms and guards. Some even abandoned the line, threw away their orange banners, and escaped by themselves C a mere death was enough to weaken their defensive line.
Remove him and bring him to Callen! Perhaps theres still a chance The golden girl sheepishly gave orders to the panicking rebels, but few heeded her flight of fancy command C Six somehow expected she would spout such na?ve ideas. You damned brute She gnawed her teeth and glared at Six so intently that her orange eyes may pop out of her sockets at any time C such a look from her, Six did not expect.
Stop staring at me Even with his dragon-shaped helmet over his head, Six shunned his eyes away slightly from the girls piercing glare C yet he could not wholly turn away as if there was a spell casted on him.
The disorderly sight before Six was pitiful. Despite their notoriety as the Firstkind, most of the bulk of their force was no more than untrained peasants whose minds had been enamoured by his sisters delusions.
Time to end this, Six sighed C having hoped for a fiercer fight. Yet just he was about to raise his hand and command his men C a sole figure detached himself from the quarrelling bunch, yet not to run, but to alone make way towards the rebel still pinned against the wall.
A human cladded with an auburn vest over his dark body, the colour of the Firstkind. He was far bigger and bulkier than any other rebels around him, as big as a bear and almost as tall as Six C perhaps, he was the reason why other rebels looked so malnourished. Once reached his ally by the wall, with no hesitation nor struggle, the tall rebel yanked the lance out wholly from the lads torso and caught him before he fell to the ground. Blood was pouring out of the unlucky rebels stomach like a wine dispenser, painting his rescuers skin red C yet it did not faze him one bit.
With the boy over his shoulder, the giant amongst humans forced himself into the middle of the bickering rebels. Ya heard the lady? Quit yer squabbling and get ya shit together! he shouted in a strong and commanding voice. It worked. One roar from him was enough to quell their dispute. With his men pacified, he then tossed the bleeding lad over to someone Six could only assume to be a physician C though Six doubted even the best physicians in Xearth would be able to save the boy at this point. What happened there, lads? Have all yer wits drowned away from all the boozes weve had? the seeming leader of the band addressed his men while rubbing his bald head. Why fight amongst yerself when there are men priming to gut ya right there. The giant pointed directly at Six with his warhammer, which he carried in one hand.
I think hes challenging you, Boss, Astra whispered to Six.
What makes you think so? Six asked sarcastically.
Dunno really. But ya dont see freaks as giant as you often. Would be a hell of a bout to witness, if Im being honest. Astra smirked, outwardly finding enjoyment in this turn of events.
What would I do with this kid, Six sighed and rubbed his creasing forehead.
The willowy blonde approached the giant man with her head hung low and fingers tucked onto her vest. Im sorry, Abe. I I didntC
Dont sweat it, Stel. Ya took the first step that none of us did, the man named Abe ruffled the woman named Stels hair like she was his daughter. Now I need ya to take more steps C and get on out of here.
Despite being given her praise and flowers, the girl still did not seem satisfied and instead sullenly turned her head back towards the Sentinels. No. Not when he is also here. Stel glared at Six, her stare piercing like daggers and lances C very weak and dull ones, though.
Thats not like ya, Stel. Still yer nerve. Harden it like steel. Ya have been holding on for so long; dont make it all be in vain, Abe slapped Stels back, nearly throwing the girl over with a mere tap. Just follow the Chief, always. He smirked and scratched his scruffy beard.
Youre right My apologies. The girl quelled her fleeting sulk, yet she could still not rest her scowling eyes C still intently glaring at Six, even as she refaced her comrades.
Atta girl, the giant rebel smirked before presenting himself to the rebels again. The lady has steeled her resolve! So ya lot better show at least an ounce of that same courage! he commanded, and they listened C ending their yelping and returning them to formation.
While Abe was delivering a speech to his men C the Sentinels stood at the other end of the street, still holding their lines, most of them unsure of what to do.
Should we march forward and end this already, Boss? asked Astra.
We could, yes, Six nodded his head, and it would be all too easy for the Sentinels to do so, but to end the battle here would lead us nowhere.
What do you mean by that?
Just watch and see. Let our enemies do all the work for us.
Okay Whatever ya say, Boss. Astra shrugged his shoulders, probably confused by Sixs cryptic answer.
Watch and see Six crossed his arms, returning to watch the spectacle of futile rebellious valour happening before him C but the na?ve girl, the golden lady, Stel, he could not stop staring at her either.
Good, good. Thats very good. Bickering cravens are unneeded in the Firstkind. Im glad to have folks as brave as you all to have been here by my side. It would seem Abes speech was close to coming to an end. Follow the Chief, always C and remember we were the first! the brash man declared.
What came after was no cheer, no swords raised, no war cry C the Firstkinds all scattered into different streetways and alleys. Yet this escape attempt was not the same as the previous turncoats C this time, it looked more coordinated, smooth, and calculated.
Theyre fleeing, Boss! Astra bellowed, so were the Sentinels on standby.
So thats your play Six scratched his chin, yet he stood in place, still withholding his orders behind tight lips.
Most of the Firstkinds had already fled, though only by foot, so they werent so fast that Sentinels hounds wouldnt be able to sniff them out, and mounts wouldnt be able to catch up to them. The giant rebel leader, the golden girl, and about eight other Firstkind rebels still lingered despite their compatriots having already fled.
Stay fast, Stel C but not too fast. Abe reached his fist out to Stel.
You too, Abe. Stay safe. She bumped her fist into his C even during that, her glare still had not left Sixs direction. Is he stronger than you, Abe?
Good question If its one-on-one and no weapons are used, he might cause me a little trouble. Abe, too, glared his brown eyes at Six, grinning like a bellicose maniac.
But would you lose?
Nah, Id win.
Such an arrogant response from a mere human C Six was trying his damnedest to contain his laughter. Yet that response seemed to be enough to reassure Stel. The girl ran away, leaving Abe and the eight rebels behind C not even looking back at Six one last time before she fled.
The sight of her golden hair and willowy body slowly disappearing from Sixs eyes like mist. His hand reached forward as if wanting to grab the air C but there was nothing there to hold. What the hell am I doing? Six struck his own hand down and returned his focus to the rebels who stayed behind. This should be enough Six counted the number of foes before him, staring at each of their faces closely and their stances.
Those nine men just stood there in a circle. They didnt even bother to form a wall to block the Sentinels from chasing after their escaping comrades. The leader of the bunch was the worst of them all, with his smug grin, as if to dare Six to come after them.
So thats your ploy, after all. Very well Six, too, smirked C having already anticipated it and already made his decision long before the reveal. All of you, follow the rebels. Tell the squads on standby as well. Six relayed his order to the Sentinels behind him, still holding their post steadfastly in the sight of fleeing enemies.
At once, Boss, Astra tipped his head. All squadrons, pursue the rebels! With a swift command from the Wing Sentinel, most Sentinels rode off, all besides one squad. Squadron Fifteen, stay here and handle these rebelsC
Six lightly struck the back of the head of his Wing to interrupt his order. No. We could not afford to spare any men here for a mere distraction.
Astra patted the spot on his helmet that was slapped C the kid acted as if he could feel anything through that thick helmet of his. Yes But, we cant just let these men be Distraction or not. He spoke back against Sixs order.
Who says well let them be? Six struck Astras head again C hoping this time, itd improve his thinking. Have the squadrons pursue the escapees. Ill handle the matter here.
An absurd statement, teetering on the line of suicidal C even for the Prime Sentinel himself. His mere words shocked both the Sentinels and Firstkinds alike.
A young Rook Sentinel stepped forward, even though his legs were quivering. Lord Prime. Strong as you are, I do not think this is a goodC
Yet before Six could have given his own response to the brave lads concern C Astra burst out in a fit of laughter. He cackled like a jester, rubbing his belly and slapping his knee as if he had just been told the funniest joke. Of course How simpleminded you are, he wiped tears off his eyelids. Ya heard the Prime Sentinel, boys! If we dont hurry and capture the rebels, Lord Prime will have to do it for us after hes done here! Surely, we would not allow for such shame upon us, right? With his laughing fit ended just as suddenly as it began, Astra shouted a new command to the Sentinels C and this time, none disputed his words nor Sixs.
The Squad Captains on standby withdrew their arms and began to relay the command to their own squadrons and the others as well. It took but a moment for them to gather up the horses and carts for their hunt.
The sight of Astra giving commands so fluently and confidently was a rather breath of fresh air compared to his usual jests and tantrums. You may hate it, but youre not so bad at it. Six smirked and tapped his Wings shoulder.
A compliment, I do not want C but Ill graciously take it. Astra shrugged Sixs hand off his shoulder. A Rook Sentinel led Astras mount to him C a brilliant white stallion. I wish I could stay and watch this rare bout of the ages. Alas, may Ark be by your side in my place, Boss. Astra bowed his head once straddled on the horse, only then did he look taller than Six.
Im sure he will. And I hope you remember your duty as well. Follow them, Six reminded his scatter-brained Wing.
Yes, I heard ya, Boss. Astra waved his hand and tucked at the horses reins, commanding it to gallop forward.
Six pulled at the horses reins, stopping its galloping suddenly and nearly launching Astra off of its back. Follow them. A reminder once more, only this time clearer and graver C before Six released the reins, entrusting his Wing with this mission.
Ye-Yes, Lord Prime. Astra stuttered before riding off with the squadrons C he ought to remember Sixs command now.
You better remember, Six stared at the Astra and the Sentinels as they rode away into every corner of Dreamcity. Before long, their sights were no more than fickle mirages in his golden eyes, consumed away by the storm of dust, burning buildings, and piles of corpses. Then, he was alone C alone with only foes to keep him company. Same story as always, huh? Six couldnt help but laugh at such a stale repeating tale. So I take it you lot wish stayed for me? How gracious of you all. Six said as he marched towards the nine rebels C still holding up in their corner despite them vastly outnumbering Six.
Its not very often oned get the chance to fight the Sixth Archetype himself, Abe grinned. Ive heard much about you from your sister.
Nothing good, I presume. Six sneered.
She did mention your strength. And your dryness, your callousness, your soullessness. A machine who knows no love. The rebel chirped on and on like a gossiper.
Such grand descriptions... Sounds like Four, alright, Six sighed. In that case, surely shed have also told you that none of you would stand a chance against me.
She did, yes.
Then why arent you following her orders? So much for C following the Chief, always. Six pointed out.
I have my pride as a man, after all. Sometimes, a man needs to break some rules for the sake of a damsels smile. Abe coolly slicked his hair back, but there was no hair, he was bald.
Six did not expect such words coming out of a brute like him C those whimsical words would be something Lord Bao would say to swoon ladies in court. Is it for that girl? Stel? asked Six.
Abe did not answer, but his slight grin was enough of an answer for Six.
I do not know much, but she did not seem to fancy me very much. Very brave of you to stand up for your dearest. Six bid the one compliment he could think of for this brutish giant.
Oh, were no lovers. A meek bundle of skin and bones isnt really it for a man like me, Abe denied. Outwardly finding it funny, he chuckled alongside the eight other rebels, all nodding in unison. But I do pray that shed find love once this is all over.
She does not know you intend to do this either, doesnt she? questioned Six.
Theres no need for her to. One less worry in her mind. Ark knows there are already enough in it. Abe smiled, somewhat solemnly. With you out of our way, thatd be one of her biggest worries taken care of. He glared at Six with his murky brown eyes, filled with loathing, yet not from himself.
Is that so Six has earned the ire of so many folks throughout his life that he no longer even knew what reason she could have possibly held a grudge over him.
After a period of standstill, the nine rebels then began to spread out into a circle around Six, armed with bows, daggers, and hammers.
Meanwhile, Six merely had a steel sword hung by his waistside. His armour was bulky, and his cape was too long, making it hard for him to move. Even his helmet was far too heavy and limited his vision. Enough of this Six grunted before swiftly removing his dragon-like helmet and tossing it to the dirt. Even his armour and cape were taken off, leaving only a gambeson left to shield his body.
What are you doing? Abe asked with a puzzled look.
Sixs body has felt much lighter already. I have to give you lot an advantage somehow. Im a fair man. He taunted the cowardly rebels.
Fucking crazy old steelman... Dont expect us to extend the same generosity. No matter how brave and bold of a front Abe tried to wear, he could not hide the drop of sweat trickling down his forehead.
I wont. If anything, Id ask that youd all show me something I havent seen.
Ill keep that in mind. Abe lifted up his warhammer, followed by the other rebels readying their own weapons and stances.
Nine rebels Youll need much more than that to bring this old man down. Six cracked his knuckles and stretched his limbs C before, at last, unsheathing his sword. By my mettle as the Prime Sentinel, a member of the Ace, and an Archetype C I bid you all fortune in this bout against me, bold challengers. Take it up with Ark when Im done with you all. A very corny line uttered by Six of all people. If she was here, the Chief of these same rebels he was confronting would no doubt be so proud of such paltry displays of acting C dreadful enough to make the most seasoned of actors weep.