His mind wrestled with the events that happened the previous night as they were having breakfast.
No matter how much he thought about it, he was in the wrong.
If he had not approached her to begin with, Saadra would not have been disciplined. If he had simply paid the obstruction fee and walked away, it would have lessened her pain. Yet due to his meddling and unwarranted “help”, he had only made the situation worse.

The food before him became tasteless as his own experiences flashed vividly in his mind. Memories of an age long past. Memories without a family or home to return to. Of hate and anger, spurning the kindness of others and distrustful of any who would show a hint of sympathy.
Yet she was different. He recalled her stunning smile after giving him directions and answering his questions. Of eyes filled with wonder as she listened to his pointless blabbering.
He dared not compare their lives for he could never know the depths of her story, as none had ever known his. Yet even after all she had been through, even in such a situation with no way out, she was able to smile so brilliantly.

“Kaidus.”

He looked up to see Vick staring back at him. “Yes?”

“What are you doing? Eat up. You’re leaving soon aren’t you?”

“I am.” He replied, shoveling a spoonful of soup into his mouth.
They had already talked about their parting the previous night. He would leave to go after Tal’hrus, while Vick investigates the Liberation Army and if possible, clues regarding Karugas.
They would both be traveling alone from this point onward, each with their own role.

“Say, how much money do you have left on you anyways?” Vick questioned.

“Hmm? A little less than five hundred. Why do you ask?”

“Here.” Vick slid a small pouch over to him.

Opening the pouch, he saw a lustrous gemstone inside. A Rae, worth five hundred erns.
“I thought u said you were only given four hundred for this trip?”
Throughout their trip, they had split almost everything evenly. From their voyage fare, to the inn costs, to the food they bought in Esperen. Yet, it looked like Vick had been holding onto more than what he originally professed.

“Captain only gave me 400,” Vick held up his own money pouch to show him. “That was not for me. I was holding onto it for you.”

“Oh. Who’s it from?”

“Take a guess. Red hair, older than you, calls you son.” Vick grinned.

Troyle’s face surfaced in his mind. “Father…”

“Don’t know when we’ll be seeing each other again, so take it with you in case you need it.”

“I see. Thanks Vick.” He replied, putting the rae in his pant pocket.

“No need to thank me. Just finish your breakfast. Wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t at least make sure you were eating.”

“Right.” Having taken his mind away from his thoughts, Kaidus dug into his slice of meat.

 

…

 

Instead of leaving Karpes after parting with Vick, he made his way toward the street where he met Saadra the previous night. They would probably never meet each other again, but he wanted to see that she was fine, and to give his sincere apology.
He walked, clutching onto the rae in his pocket as his thoughts turned to home and Darsus.

Upon reaching the establishment, he took a moment to gaze at it: a large stone building painted red on the outside, and standing three-stories tall. There were no signs in front or around it, yet he knew what it was.
After entering, the place was exactly what he had suspected. Wearing tight and vibrant colors to pronounce their figures, beautiful ladies walked about, serving and being playfully attentive to the men who were already utilizing the brothel.
While the older ones entranced and captivated their customers, he noticed many young girls moving in the background, carrying jugs of wine and treats out to them.

“Good morning, young man. Haven’t seen you here before.” A young woman possibly in her early twenties saw him and greeted him with a practiced smile. “Are you here for entertainment? Maybe company? Or perhaps pleasure?” She questioned, glancing at his apparel and what he was carrying.

Although it was not Darsus, the customs were the same. There were little differences to the sort of events that went on in brothels throughout the world, and he knew exactly what she was talking about.

“Good morning,” he returned her greeting, looking back at her. “Is Saadra around?”
His reply sounded very comfortable in such an environment—more than he had expected.

“S-Saadra? I’m sorry, but Saadra is unavailable right now. Would you like another girl?” He saw a tinge of dishonesty in her eyes.

“Is she with a client?”

“No. Nothing of the sort. She is… unwell. The night’s air had given her something of a headache and she is currently bedridden. I am sorry.”

“I wish to speak to her. Is that possible?”

“I’m afraid not.” The young woman shook her head apologetically. Yet he could see that she was hiding something.

“Is that so…” Not moving, he focused his mind. By his will, a torrent of mana erupted from his body, dispersing throughout the brothel—phasing through the living and inanimate alike—to do his bidding.

“Young master?” The woman spoke, curious about his sudden silence.

Kaidus opened his eyes. His mana had detected a familiar presence in the far corner of the establishment’s second floor, along with another presence in the same room. Without answering the woman before him, he started walking toward the stairs.

“You can’t go up there! Sir?!” The young woman called from behind him and quickly ran over to block his path. “Myrna! Someone! Help!” She shouted.

“Move.” He commanded threateningly, grasping the sword at his waist. She looked at him with an alarmed face filled with confusion and took two steps to the side, making way for him.

Eyes turned to him and he could sense movements. Before anyone could obstruct his path, Kaidus quickly ascended the stairs to the second floor.

“What’s with all the commotion? What’re you doing up here?” A man questioned, walking toward him with two men at his sides. The man was well-dressed, and in a sharp outfit of velvet and black. He seemed to be in his mid-forties, was well-groomed, and looked leagues apart from the two who were following him.

The three men stood side by side, blocking his path. “I believe a girl named Saadra is up here. I’ve come to see her.” Kaidus replied, unfazed by their blockade.

“Ah, so you’re little Saadra’s customer from last night. I heard all about it from Myrna.” A smile appeared on the man’s face, undoubtedly misunderstanding something. “She’s inexperienced, but that’s only because I haven’t gotten around to teaching her yet,” a vile smile appeared on the man’s face. “Hopefully she was satisfactory to you?”

Kaidus’ calm face twitched a bit at the man’s words.

“Forgive me, I tend to go off like that when it comes to my own work. You said you’ve come to see her right?” The man made a regretful expression. “Unfortunately, she’s feeling under the weather and is declining all visitors and customers. Would you please come back some other time?” The man held out his hands to stop the two beside him.

“And you are?” Kaidus inquired, staring back at the man.

“Ah, where are my manners? I am Coragus, the owner and purveyor of this establishment.” The man replied cordially as he made a skillful bow—arm to his chest and bending at the waist, not the back.

“Forgive me, Master Coragus!” Someone exclaimed, having ascended the stairs. It was the same woman he met last night. “And you! What do you think you are doing here?!” She glared at him again.

He looked to the woman, then back at the three men. “I wish to express my apology for what I did to Saadra. Surely you would not deny me that, considering the copious amount robbed from me last night.”

“That was no robbery and that amount does not excuse your behavior!” The woman roared angrily from behind. “Now, if that is truly your request, go downstairs and I will listen to your message. I will even have one of the girls pass it on!”

He looked back at her. “It would be cowardly of me to send someone else. I will do it myself.” He answered, not complying with her words.

“Boy.” The man spoke, dragging the word. “Firstly, thank you for your business. Secondly, Saadra does not need or require an apology for whatever you did to her. Lastly, if you would like her services again, please come back in a few days.”

“You misunderstand. I am not here for her services.”

“Ah, I see. I thought u had fallen for her after your little experience. Forgive my misunderstanding, for it is not uncommon for a hot-blooded young man like yourself.” The man smiled as the two beside him laughed. “Regardless, I’m afraid I cannot allow you to proceed any further. Why don’t you listen and go downstairs with Myrna? She’ll hear what you have to say.”

There was something wrong. Girls who were not working were given time to do as they pleased whether it be outside or inside the brothel. Visitors were not uncommon in such a vocation, and he could not see any real reason for their refusal.
Kaidus narrowed his eyes. “Surely a moment of her time would not impede your business in the slightest, seeing how she is bedridden.”  

“Whether it does or doesn’t, is irrelevant. I am the master here and I say no. Now leave before my friends get antsy and do something to you. Boy.” The man enunciated the last word to clarify his position.

“I’m afraid I cannot leave until I see Saadra for myself. My conscience would not allow it.”

“Hah… to come in here and be so selfish, I’m speechless. Are you Mister Tarlray’s son? Old man Maffanis’? Or perhaps Sir Erabort’s?”

“I am not.”

“Ah, good. Good. I wouldn’t know how to explain it to them if you were. Warren. Arafel. Would you both mind showing our guest here to the back door?” The man replied with a smile.

“How much?” Kaidus questioned as they moved to grab him.

“Hm? What’s this?”

“If it is money you want, how much?”

“Oh? Now you’re speaking my language. Should have said so earlier.” The owner replied with a smile, pretending to think. “Let’s see… Myrna there told me you willingly paid one hundred for her last night. You match that, and I just might let you see her for a bit.”

Without bothering to negotiate, he reached into his pack and pulled out his money pouch. Taking out two green fers, he held them up, then tossed them to the man.

“I love it. An adroit businessman like yourself is welcome in here whenever you wish. Come, I’ll personally show you to her room.” The owner laughed mockingly, pocketing the two fers as he turned away.

It was robbery, but he had no other choice besides resorting to force.
Wordlessly, he followed the man through the corridors and toward the back of the brothel’s second floor. Passing various rooms, he could hear the silent cries coming from some of them. Behind him, the woman called Myrna and the two men followed closely.

 

…

 

They eventually stopped in front of the corner room where he had sensed Saadra’s presence earlier.
The owner took out a set of keys and began unlocking the door.

“Sarah! Sarah! What are you doing?!” A familiar voice called from inside.

The door opened, and he was pushed in. “Don’t hurt my sister anymore!” A young girl two or three years younger than himself was standing between them and Saadra—who was sitting on the bed with a blanket covering her body. The younger girl looked angry, but there was fear in her eyes as she glanced at him and the three men behind him. On her arms, he could see bruises.

“Sara-!!”

Kaidus looked to Saadra who was sitting on the bed, and she gave him a terrified look before turning away. He saw the pain in her eyes in that brief instant. Not just emotional, but she looked to be in physical agony as well. Her eyes were not filled with life as they had been the previous night. Instead, they looked like they were empty and longing for release. “Saadra… what did they do to you?” He asked, scanning the room as he took a step toward the bed.

It was a small room and barely half the size of his own at home. Besides the small bedside table with a lantern on top, it was missing all the necessities of a proper room. There were no drawers or chests, no clothes hanging on the walls, no decorations to lighten up the room, not even a window to gaze through. It was bare and devoid of any physical objects.

“STOP!” The young girl before him shouted nervously.

“Warren, get Sarah out of here.” Coragus, the owner ordered and one of the men stepped into the room.

“NO! Please!!” Saadra cried out, reaching out to her younger sister. As her arms came out of the blanket, he saw that they were lined with bruises.

The man named Warren stalked forward, ignoring the pleas and reached for the young girl.

Kaidus’ right hand shot out and grabbed onto the man’s outstretched arm. “What happened to them?” He questioned, looking at the two sisters who were now huddling together.

“Let go of my arm before I teach you a lesson.” The man named Warren replied harshly, shaking off his hand.

“Now, now, let’s not get carried away you two.” Coragus delightfully joined them in the small room. The man walked over to the bed and with a sudden movement, forcefully pulled the blanket away from Saadra and her sister.

“NO!” Saadra screamed, quickly wrapping her arms around herself and turning away to hide her shame.
She was wearing nothing but her underclothes. There were fresh swellings and bruises all over her body, and the only place that was untouched was her face.

“Like I said earlier. As you can see, she is unavailable. Such blemishes would be unable to attract any proper customers, wouldn’t you say?” The man explained as if talking about livestock and not a human being.

The world froze for an instant, and in front of him, was the young girl from a lifetime ago. A dying girl, begging for his help. Blood oozing from her mouth as she pleaded, trying to reach out to him as she laid in a pool of her own blood. Powerless and paralyzed with fear, he could do naught, but watch as her life slowly faded away.
He gritted his teeth as cold fury swelled from within. “What happened?” Kaidus questioned again, trying to keep himself calm.

“She wanted to stop doing her job so I gave her a reason to take a break.” The man replied with a pleased grin. “Now I’m not blaming you, but a whore is a whore and you best remember that before you start filling their heads with ideas.” The man grabbed Saadra’s face and forced her to look at him. “You bitches have one thing to do, and it is the only reason why I am feeding you. Try to show a little appreciation for everything I’ve done. It is all I ask… now, come Sarah. We need to leave your sister and this young man here alone for a little bit.” Releasing Saadra, Coragus grabbed the younger sister’s arm and pulled her away. “You have until the count of one hundred. Start counting now, because anymore will be extra.” With a wink, Coragus dragged the younger sister toward the door amidst her howling and begging.

Kaidus reached into his pocket and clutched the rae within.
The excuse of an apology was quickly struck from his reasoning. His mind was clear and calm now, just like a serene lake without wind.
‘Should you choose to do something, don’t regret it later.’
His father’s words—when he first revealed his plans to leave Darsus—resounded in his mind.

Though very different from his original purpose, it was futile to try anything else. 
The act of offering one’s body for money was a way of life, and he will not condemn someone for willingly choosing such a path. The morality of such a choice was in their own hands and he would not abhor or look down upon them for it. Yet for those without a choice, for those who were dragged into it unwillingly, he couldn’t simply look away and pretend he didn’t see. His own morals would not allow him to do so.

“One hundred.” He counted.
*BLAM!* the door suddenly slammed shut before the others could leave the room.
Without warning, Kaidus elbowed the thug beside him in the stomach, sending the man to his knees. As the man fell, he simultaneously rotated his body and delivered a left knee into the man’s face. Something cracked, and the man stopped moving.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Coragus shouted in surprise at what he did, and loud banging erupted from the door.

Kaidus turned around. His body flickered, and he was upon the older man. His right hand gripped the man’s face as his left quickly disarmed the hand that was holding onto Saadra’s sister. Freeing the girl, he pushed the man into the door.

“You uncultured little shit!” The man roared, trying to open the door to no avail. “You won’t get away with this!” The man shouted, bracing himself for a fight.

Not answering, Kaidus lurched forward, delivering a kick into the man’s chest and breaking open the door.

““Master Coragus!”” The two who had been locked out gasped in shock.

“Guuu…. Ge-get him… Huaaahh…” The man managed to order his thug while in the midst of gasping for air.

Standing at the entrance of the door, the third man lurched at him with a fist. Empowered with mana, his right hand easily caught the attack that was aiming for his chest. Pulling the man’s momentum to the side, he turned his body to dodge the charge. He saw the man rotating for a backhand strike and before the man could follow through, he slammed an open palm into the thug’s side. With his left hand, he caught the thug’s head as the man fell and smashed it against the side of the open doorway.

“Help!” The woman called Myrna was shouting loudly. Yet being in one of the corners of the building, no one showed up.

With the second guard down, Kaidus stepped over to the bed where Saadra and her sister Sarah were huddling together. He picked the blanket off the ground and threw it over Saadra once more. The younger sister seemed to be unable to protest his actions, and he was thankful she didn’t.
Having covered Saadra, “Do you wish to leave this place?” He questioned.

She looked up at him. Her blue eyes were filled with shock and shame while her mouth was frozen and unable to speak.

“This place is dark and unfitting for one such as yourself. Say the words. Ask for my help, and I shall grant it.”

Her mouth twitched then twisted, and tears began rolling down her cheeks. “Kaidus… please help us…” She cried.

“Understood.” He knew too well that helping her would only condemn another girl to the same fate of endless and depraved debauchery. He understood quite clearly that he could never save them all, but even so, he would save those in front of him. He had made his choice.

For the weak who asks for it, he will grant them his strength.
For those unable to protect themselves, he would be their protector.

It was why he had sought power.
It was why he had rebelled.
It was why he had conquered.

If the world did not have a place for the weak and the helpless, he would create one for them.

 

-Elsewhere in Malpaars-

Three days ride west of the capital Maverus. The town of Tirtha.
An industrial town prior to the war, it was captured and used as a central base of command for the revolutionary army. Through its proximity, they were able to surround and cut off supplies to the capital, ultimately bringing the war to an end. 
Afterward, it became a thriving center of trade and a point of defense against those who would try and take the capital.

Through the busy streets of the slums, a man strolled alongside the numerous people who were busily going about their morning.
A longsword at his waist, the man was taller and had a larger build than the average man. Not only was his physique enviable, he would be considered handsome, if not for the scars on his face. The man’s long brown hair was skewed to the left side of his face, covering a large burn scar that ran from his left ear to his neck. A second series of scars came from a weapon that chipped the left side of his nose and mutilated his upper and bottom lips, giving him an almost deformed look. The last one ran from near the center of his forehead to the right side of his head, barely missing his right eye.

The man stopped before an old graying beggar who was kneeling and holding up cupped hands. Pulling out a few metal bits from his pocket, the man dropped them into the beggar’s hands, closing them with his own.

“Ethaer’s blessing to you! Ethaer’s blessings to you good sir!” The old man exclaimed graciously.

“I know these are hard times, but please do not give up.” The man replied, his voice filled with bittersweet sorrow and pity as he held onto the old man’s hands. “Better days will come. I am sure of it.” He comforted as he stepped back before continuing on his way.

After a few more stops to give handouts to orphans and beggars alike, he turned into an alley and continued until he reached a small stone house. Simple and run-down, it was very much like all those around it.

“Welcome home, dear.” A cheerful, almost elated voice greeted him as he entered.
A beautiful woman wearing a wavy grey skirt with a loosely buttoned white blouse was standing before him. She had a black shawl draped around her shoulders, but instead of covering her upper body with it, the shawl was wrapped around her arms.

“If you’re here, then I assume everything is ready?” Far from happiness or the sympathetic tone he had shown earlier, his voice was stern and cold.

The woman made an exaggerated motion, taking a few steps back and falling into the chair behind her. “Why?! Please! Does my body not satisfy you anymore?!” Putting the back of her left hand to her forehead, she took deep breaths, raising her chest and emphasizing the division of her plentiful bust.

“Enough with the theatrics. Answer me Kaval.” He shot her an unamused glare.

“Tch. You’re no fun.”

“I said I would help. Not play along with your nonsense. If you’ve nothing else, get out of here.”

“Fine, fine. We’ll do it your way. But might I say something first?” She got up and started pacing around the small living space. “It’s a great barrier you’ve got here, but you really do need a woman’s touch. This place is so drab and plain, I can barely call it a house fit for living.” She turned back to him as she stopped at the chair again. “Although I would never understand why you chose such a dilapidated hovel in the first place, considering all the other locations you could have taken for yourself.”

“Leave.” He replied with full on irritation, his left hand grabbing the hilt of his sword.

“Jeez, you’re so serious,” she replied with a mischievous smile. “I thought playing house would lighten your mood. Apparently I was wrong.”

“…”

“Well, I’ll get right to it then.” She sat down on the chair and crossed her legs seductively. Yet seeing no reaction, her smile quickly disappeared. “My spies have infiltrated the prisoners and are now being led back to their base. It is only a matter of time until they are ready.”

“And the targets?”

“Unconfirmed, but I am positive they are taking refuge within.”

“Very well,” The man responded, reaching into the inside of his coat and pulled out five rings. “Just make sure your men are ready when the time comes.”

“Of course.” A smile appeared on the woman’s face.

He picked out two of the metal rings and wore them on his fingers. With an incantation, he transferred his mana into the rings, activating both magical items.

“Yes master?” A man’s voice immediately came through from one of the two. A voice he knew too well.

“Rakkon. It is time. Prepare for my arrival.”

“Understood, Master Eril.” The voice obeyed, sounding very eager.

He was Eril. One of seven masters who ruled Tal’hrus under the old master. Although not his real name, the title was granted unto him after years of proving his worth to the organization, and he wore it with pride.

After his subordinate’s affirmation, the connection from the ring stopped and its faint glow faded.
He stood motionless, waiting for the second ring.

Kaval, also one of the seven masters, sat in her chair watching quietly. There were signs of curiosity on her face as she waited for the subordinate to answer.

There was an odd disturbance, then the connection merged.

“Ah, at last. I have been waiting.”

A voice Eril has never heard before came through the glowing ring on his finger. An adolescent’s voice that sounded almost pleased to be connected through to him. “Who are you? Where is Linde?” He replied, puzzled by the unknown voice.

“Countess Belinde is no more. I have taken the liberty of releasing her from your commands, oh esteemed master of Tal’hrus.”

His finger twitched upon hearing the mocking statement. Whoever it was, they knew about him and about Tal’hrus. Even about the rings and their functions. Keeping a composed visage in front of Kaval, “Did you killed her?” He calmly questioned.

The woman—Linde, also known as Belinde—was not a powerful mage in terms of combat abilities, but her specialty in manipulation magic had earned her a place in his inner circle. She was quite valuable, and he had assigned some of his stronger mages as her guards. It was unthinkable for someone to have defeated them.

Yet, “Yes.” The voice calmly replied, giving no recourse for doubts.

His body tensed at the proclamation that Linde and his mages had fallen. A few paces before him, Kaval stood up from her seat. “Eri–” She attempted to say something, but he held up his hand to quiet her. “You said you were waiting… who are you?” He inquired in an attempt to get some sort of read on their opponent.

After a momentary pause, “I am Death.” the voice answered. “The cries of the fallen beckons, begging for justice from beyond the void. I have come to see their vengeance fulfilled and regrets put to rest.” As it spoke, the voice shifted into a deep commanding tone filled with an icy fury.

He easily understood what the voice meant, and a surprised smile crept onto his face. “Then you are a bigger fool than I thought. You will die, and that vengeance will be nothing but an illusion. We are Tal’hrus. We are absolute.” He responded, undeterred by such empty words.

“You are a false pretense, living on borrowed time. Gather your forces and bolster your defenses. For the winds of carnage are blowing, and I am coming to collect.”

“You-” will fall in the face of overwhelming might. He wanted to counter, but there was a burst of light from the ring and it faded back to normal. He felt that the connection had been forcefully severed.

Eril silently took off the ring, remaining calm as he stepped toward Kaval and sitting down on a chair across from her.

“I thought you said you had everything under control?” The woman reproached him.

They both understood the consequences of leaving alive someone who could possibly be a threat to Tal’hrus.

“I do.” He swiftly replied as if to rebuke her words.
It was impossible for the wretches that were left in Malpaars to stand against him.
Even the remnants of the old monarchy that now called itself the Liberation Army would fail, should they attempt to retake the country. The reasons why he even allowed such an insignificant group to run amok, was to help root out all the dissenters that are—even now—plotting against the new rule. Their existence was also beneficial, as it provides his subordinates with feasible cause to subjugate those they find uncooperative, in the name of hunting for radicals.

“Then explain what just happened. Whoever that was, they clearly knew about our organization and what you are.”

“I can see that, Kaval. I am neither blind nor deaf.” No matter how much he tried to keep himself composed, annoyance was seeping through.

“What are you going to do then?” The woman questioned as a smile appeared on her face.

He could see that she was enjoying harrying him for the unexpected situation.
“I must contact the old master and tell hi-”

“No!” She shouted. “We will not call for a meeting with that old monster yet!”

“You wish to remain silent even about this?” He held up the ring in his hand.

“I don’t care about the fucking rings!” Kaval exclaimed, standing up from her chair and closing in on him. “What I care about is my life! If you haven’t forgotten, I don’t have very much time left!” She exclaimed as her face openly displayed her anger and fear. “That monster made it quite clear that the next time we meet, if I am yet unsuccessful, I would be replaced!”

“You don’t have to come. I will let them know that you are preoccupied with our joint operation.”

“Oh yes, skip the meeting. That worked wonders for the previous Narshon didn’t it?” She replied sarcastically.

“Then what do you propose?” He enquired, understanding her fears all too well.
Eril quickly recalled their meeting with the old master barely half a turn ago.

Just as they were starting to reclaim their foothold within Darsus, the new Zavon had failed to show up to report his progress.
The only source of information they were able to put together, came from the few agents that fled to Rovtoss and Kulis after the loss of their command structure. Like a curse, all signs were starting to point towards the same fate that befell the previous Zavon five years ago.

It had infuriated the old master, and due to Kaval’s lack of development with her own assignment, she had taken the brunt of the old master’s anger.
It was no wonder she was being so adamant about it.

“I propose we proceed with our plans and kill that little fucker along with his shitty knight. We end this hunt once in for all so that I’m not constantly in danger whenever I’m standing before that old fuck. We finish that and you can tell him whatever you want.”

“Show some respect. He is still our master.”

“Respect? I’ll start showing some when that fiend starts appreciating what we do for him! I’m sick and tired of losing people just because he deems them failures.” Kaval snapped back. “Old age must be getting to him and he’s scared you know? I’m willing to bet he knows that his reign is coming to an end, and that one of these days, one of us will be in his position.” She started laughing maniacally with a grin on her face.

“Big talk for someone that was begging for her life.” Eril replied blandly, not sharing in her delight.

“I might not have the strength to go against him myself, but you know my words to be true. If we can just-”

“Enough. Those efforts will only end with our deaths.” He stopped her before she could start with her plans again. “For now, I will refrain from notifying the master of our unknown assailant. Go prepare yourself and meet me by the western gate at sundown. I shall muster up what forces I can before then.”

“I’m serious, Eril. Another two or three more, and-”

“Kaval!” He shouted, halting her words. “We leave at sundown.” He repeated himself, making sure she understood that there were no room for further disputes or otherwise.

“Fine.” She brusquely stepped away from his vicinity and headed for the door. “Until then.” She gave him a devious smile and left, closing the door behind her.

Eril sat in silence, contemplating his decisions and Kaval’s words.
 
Ever since coming to Malpaars to finish her job, she had been trying to rope him into her conspiracy. To form an alliance with a few of the masters and overthrow the old man from his position of leadership. With the last meeting they held, her hatred for the old master had only grown deeper.
It might be possible if they teamed up as she professed, but none of them knew the extent of the old man’s abilities, thus none had ever dared to try.

Eril quickly brushed the suicidal thoughts out of his mind and focused onto something else.
He held up the ring that he took off earlier and stared at it. Whoever was on the other side was skilled enough to erase all traces of the synchronized magic within the rings, rendering the accessory inert and useless.
A part of him wanted to inform the old master of the unknown mage, but another part of him was fascinated, and desired to face the stranger that claimed to be “Death” in battle.
His lips curved into a smile as his fist closed around the metal ring.

 

***

 

Kaidus stood in the middle of the woods, grasping the metal communication ring in his hand.
Closing his eyes, he expanded his mana outward and traced the mana sealed within. A weak response came back, coming from a single direction. After another attempt with the same results, he placed the ring back in his pocket.
The first step was over. All that was left, was to wait for Tal’hrus to do their part.

From his attacks against the two Zavons, it was clearly more convenient for him to take out a large number of agents in a single assault, than to kill off the master and hunt down the stragglers. He had given his threat precisely to goad whoever was in charge of Malpaars into reacting in such a manner. It might be trivial and may not even work, but he was hoping that they would gather their forces and make his life easier—if only a little. Whether they take the bait or not, he would eventually find out.

Picking up the forest rat and five birds that he caught, he proceeded back to the road and to their campsite where they had spent the night.

 

…

 

Vick was already waiting for him when he arrived. The man was tending to a small fire.
“Took you a while. Any luck?”

“Got these.” Kaidus held up the bunch of small animals.

“Perfect.” Beside Vick, there was a small pile of mushrooms and wild plants.

It was five days ago since they left Esperen, and they had run out of food after the second night. Because of that, they were using their mornings to hunt and gather food for their travels.
With his magic, Kaidus was tasked with hunting while Vick gathered wild edible plants.

“There’s something else,” Kaidus added, and Vick’s smile turned into confusion. “I got in contact with them. Tal’hrus knows that Countess Belinde is no more.”

Vicks eyes widened at his words. “Then… do you know where they are?”

“Somewhere far to the north.”

“So I’m guessing this is where we part?” Vick questioned with a hesitant smile. He was worried, but his eyes did not betray what he had learned about the boy in the past half turn.

“Not yet. I was thinking I’d accompany you to the next town first. Not to mention a nice meal wouldn’t hurt.”
From his calculations, they were still three and a half days from the next town.
It would be fine leaving Vick by himself, but he wanted to see the man safely to the town first.

“Don’t want to leave me now? Maybe I should come with you?” Vick teased with a wide grin.

“I’m just worried you’d get lost without the map.” He countered, returning a smile and looking down the road that they had been following ever since leaving Esperen.

 

—

 

The next day, they met a traveling merchant who was headed to Esperen. From the merchant, they learned that their destination was half a day closer than their initial estimate, and after two more days, they reached the town of Karpes.

While Vick was busy trying to negotiate a price for their room at one of the inns, he was walking around the town, looking for a bookstore.
He did not plan on buying any books, but the prospects of finding rare literary works that could only be found in Malpaars intrigued him—driving his search.

After walking a considerable distance away from the inn and not finding a single bookstore, he stopped and scanned his surroundings. The sun had already set, and the town’s patrols were out and about, making sure the street lamps stayed lit.

Around him, the town’s nocturnal activities were already underway. Bars were alight with bouts of laughter and music, along with the occasional shouts and brawls that would end up on the streets.
He spotted working ladies going about hand in hand with their patrons, along with the occasional thugs that made sure the flesh business was going well.

Wondering if he could ask for directions, he met the eyes of a young lady standing beside a well-lit establishment—she appeared to be waiting for someone. The girl had brown hair and was wearing an unadorned and simple gray outfit of a short-sleeved shirt, and a skirt that went down to her knees. She saw him staring and gave him a shy, but heartwarming smile. Without a second thought, Kaidus approached her.

“Excuse me.”

“G-good evening.” He could see that the girl was nervous, but she greeted him pleasantly.

“Good evening. Sorry to bother you, but I’m looking for a bookstore. Does this town have one?” He questioned.

“Oh, yes.” She quickly answered, almost as if surprised by his question. “It’s hard to see from this street, but if you follow that path and take a left when you come upon the Laughing Shingles tavern, you’ll see a large building ahead of you. The bookstore will be on its right side with a hanging sign in the shape of an open book.” She added, having found her nerves and pointed him in the aforementioned path.

“Sorry. How would I know when I’ve reached the Laughing Shingles tavern?”

“You’ll know it. It’s very hard to miss.” There was a dazzling smile on her face.

“I see. Thank you very much for your help.” He gave her a courteous nod and started walking toward a street that intersected with the one he had been searching.

Barely out of earshot, someone shriek from behind him. Turning around, he saw that the young lady was now on the ground and a woman, dressed in a flowing flashy dress stood over her. His stomach churned at the scene. He had suspected it, but seeing his suspicions confirmed, it was truly revolting. Kaidus quickly ran back.

“- useless little bitch!” He caught the tail end of the woman’s insults, followed by a slap.

“Please Myrna! He was only asking for directions!” He heard the girl’s plea as she attempted to protect her face.

“That’s why you are useless!” The woman grabbed the girl’s hair, pulling her up off the ground.

“Stop this.” Before the woman could hit the girl again, he had already moved beside them and caught her hand.

“What do you think you are doing!?” The older woman shouted, glaring back at him.

“This is going too far.”

“This, is none of your business. And get your hands off me!” The woman screamed, shaking her hand violently as people turned to look in their direction. A large man began walking toward them.

“If this is by any chance my fault, then please allow me to make amends.” He replied, locking eyes with the woman.

The older woman scowled at the girl—who was still in her hands—briefly, before releasing her. “Amends? Then pay up. Thirty erns for having disturbed her work.” She quickly answered. Turning around, she gave a quick wave of her hand and the large man turned away.

“Myrna! Please! He’s got nothing to do with this!” The girl begged again, grabbing onto the older woman’s legs.

“Shut up!” The woman kicked the girl away, and held out her hands to him.

“How much?”

“Are you deaf? I said thirty.”

“How much to buy her?” He clarified.

A smirk appeared on the older woman’s face. “She’s not for sale, little boy. She’s new on the market and we need her to work for a long time.”

From the corner of his eyes, he saw the young lady beside him lowering her head and wrap her arms around herself. Something tugged at his inside, and his free hand clenched into a fist.

“How much for the night?” He replied, knowing all too well what sort of business it was. An unfortunate vocation, made even more repulsive when it is against the person’s will. Yet for some people, it was their only way of life. It was not up to him to judge the girl for her misfortune, for there were tens of thousands just like her; victims of a rotten world that had degenerated into one ruled by greed. He could not save her, but for a single night, he would help protect and ease her pains.

“For you, eighty erns.”

“Myrna that’s-!”

“Quiet!” The older woman instantly silenced the girl’s protest. “Like I said. She’s new and barely used.” The woman smiled an insidious smile.

Kaidus reached into his pocket, feeling the two fers he had brought with him in case his plans go awry and a book caught his attention.

“80.” He handed her the two green fers, and saw the delighted grin on the woman’s face as she snatched them.

“If I don’t see her by midnight, you will regret it.” The woman threatened before turning away.

“Stop.” He called out. “I believe the price was eighty. You are forgetting something.”

“The price is what I say it is. And unfortunately for you, it’s just been raised to one hundred.” The woman replied. “Oh, and Saadra. Keep in mind what would happened if you fail to return.” She added, walking away.

The girl beside him fell to her knees and began sobbing. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She apologized, crying into her hands.

“It is I who should be apologizing.” He knelt down beside her. “I was not thinking. I am sorry for getting you in trouble.”

Upon his words her sniffling lessened, and she raised her head up to look at him. With their close proximity, he noticed that that her eyes were light blue and beautiful, visible even in the darkening night.

“You… you are weird.” She told him amidst her sniffling, and her smile from before slowly made its way back onto her lips. He could see the embarrassment in her eyes, as she covered the left side of her face with one hand.

“So I’ve been told.” He stood up and held out a hand. He saw her reluctance, but she took it and he pulled her up. “Well, shall we go then?”

Her face twisted back into one of shame and fear. “… t-to an inn? O-or do you mean to use an alley?” Her voice was shaky and tense.

“I was hoping you can show me the way to the bookstore, and perhaps accompany me in perusing their selections.” He answered with a smile, disregarding her misunderstanding.

He saw the girl breathe a sigh of relief and her smile returned. “But I don’t know how to read.”

“There are picture books that do not require knowing how to read.”

Her eyes lit up upon hearing his words. With a smile and a nod, she took his hand and began walking down the path she had pointed toward earlier.

 

…

 

Unfortunately for them, the bookstore was already closed by the time they arrived. With no other reasons to be outside, he eventually persuaded her to go back with him to the Inn for dinner.

Although she did not talk much about her problems, he was able to learn a few things about her.
Her full name was Saadra Ridales, and she was a year older than him. She had lost her parents even before Malpaars’ revolution, and was living on the streets when she was picked up by Lady Myrna, the woman he met earlier. She did not elaborate on her relationship with the woman or why she was in such an unsavory business, and he did not press her.
Instead, they talked about the upcoming Rinol, and the cold that would blanket the land with a white veil. He shared stories about hunting and sleeping in the woods. About the plants and animals he’d seen, and she listened eagerly, having known no other life than the one within Karpes.

There was a grin on Vick’s face when they returned to the Inn. “I look away for one moment, and you’re bringing a girl back with you. How you’ve grown.” Vick teased and stood up from his seat, almost knocking over his drink on the table. “Good evening, lovely one. I am Vick, Kaidus’ older brother. I know he’s a brat, but please take care of him.” He made a curt bow.

“Sit down. It’s not what you think.” Kaidus replied, reprimanding Vick with a hard glare. Yet it only seemed to have encouraged the man’s insolence.

“Oh? And what am I thinking?” Vick smiled from ear to ear.

“I will not humor that with an answer.” Kaidus replied, moving to sit down. “Saadra. Please.” He gestured to the empty seats across from them.

“I… I’m sorry. I think I should go.” She bolted for the door.

Kaidus quickly followed her outside. “What do you mean you have to go? It’s not yet time.”

“I can’t be in here Kaidus. I don’t belong here.” She replied, moving toward the darkness and away from the lamp posts.

“It’s an inn. Anyone is allowed to be in there.”

“I’m sorry for getting you into all this. You even wasted your money on someone like me.” She lowered her head.

“That doesn’t matter. Won’t you come inside and have dinner with us?”

“I- I have to go.” She turned and tried to run.

“Saadra.” He caught her hand. “What’s wrong?” He questioned sternly, not releasing his grip.

“Please don’t…” She replied with a muffled voice.

“Where do you have to go?”

“Please… let me go…”

“Then please tell me what is wrong with having dinner with us.”

“Why?” She immediately crouched down and hid her face.

“Saadra…” He caught his tongue, hearing the silent sobs. He wasn’t sure what to say.

“Why…” She repeated. Only this time it was not a question, and she was crying. “Why are you so nice to someone like me? Why couldn’t you just be like all the others and hit me or yell at me?” She looked up and tears were streaming out of her eyes. “Why didn’t you just leave me alone… why did you have to make me feel like this.”

“I…” In his attempt to help her, he had failed to realize what he was doing. His sympathy was probably hurting her even more than he could imagine, and in his ignorance, had failed to consider it. “I am sorry…”

“Please leave me alone.” She sobbed, standing up and walking away.

There was nothing he could do. He understood too well, her sufferings. Kindness itself was a double-edged blade, and he had impaled her with it.
‘You are an idiot…’ He admonished himself for being so blind to her pain.

Ashamed of himself, he could only watch as her figure disappeared into the darkness.

After another two days, they arrived at a small quaint village along the roadside. From what they were told, it was the village of Esperen, one of many farming settlements under the control of Countess Belinde.

Entering its vicinity, the few farmers who were out on the fields began staring at them. Some began whispering to each other and two men who had been moving toward them, turned back and hastily walked away.

As they passed the fields and entered the village, there was an odd sense of anxiousness floating about. The previously occupied dirt roads were now empty, and all the doors and windows of the many houses had been shut. Eyes peeked out from the shadows and windows, jerking away whenever they turned to look.

“What’s with everyone?” Vick asked, glancing around.

“Don’t know,” Kaidus shrugged. “Let’s see if we can find a place to rest. We’re also running out of a few things so it’d be a good time to resupply.” He suggested, moving along without worry.

Further into the village, they spotted a building very different from all the other wooden houses. A two-story building made of stone.
The large entrance was wide open and looked like someone had ripped the double doors off of their hinges. To the side of the opening, a broken sign was leaning against the wall. The words “T-h-e P-r-a-n-c” could be seen on the side that was facing outward.

‘The Prancing something?’ Kaidus wondered as they both began walking toward the conspicuous building.

“They’re coming this way!” A boy’s voice came from inside as they got closer, followed by some hushing, then silence.

A dimly lit room welcomed them as they entered. There were a handful of tables lining one side of the room, and four tense looking men sat at one of the tables, each with a drink before them. Directly across from the entrance was a set of stairs, one going up and another probably down to a food cellar. The young boy whom they had heard earlier was nowhere to be seen.

*CLANG!* the sound of a tankard slamming against a table sounded through the room, and one of the four men stood up.

“What in Talaras’ tits are ya fucks doing back already?” The man spoke with an angry huffing tone, stalking over to them while the three others frantically jumped out of their seats. “We told you we’d have yer damned provisions in six days! Not two! Now get the fuck out of here!”

Vick and Kaidus both looked at each other in confusion. The man’s red face and uneven steps told them that he was drunk. Not yet to the point of being an inebriated stupor, but enough to start trouble.

“I think you are mistaken,” Vick calmly replied, trying to pacify the situation. “My friend here and I–”

The man closed in on Vick and the other three tried to stop him, but he shrugged them off. “Mistaken?” The man eyed the swords at Vick’s waist. “You lots go around forcing and stealing from good hardworking folks. What’s there to–” *Thuck!* a wooden ladle flew over and smacked the side of the man’s head.

“Shaddap, ya dolt! Can’t-cha see you’re disturbin’ the guests!?” An old woman shouted as she descended the stairs.

“That hurts, you old crone! And what guests!?” The man snapped back, holding the side of his head.

“If you’re goin’ ta start trouble again, take it elsewhere. Or must I remind you about last time?”

The man looked to the door, then at the old lady once more before storming out of the building.

“And fix my door already!” The old lady shouted after.

The other three hastily finished their drinks and rushed out.

“Don’t mind Diller and them. It’s been rough for everyone, and with the recent turn of events, he’s just takin’ it harder than the rest of us.” The old lady explained as she walked over to them. Her white hair was tied into a large bun on the back of her head, and she walked with a hunch, making her look very weak and small. “Now then, how can I help you?” The old lady questioned, looking up at them.

“Ah, right. Might this be an inn?” Vick answered respectfully.

“Indeed. The Prancing Myrtle be its name. Although there’s not much to be prancing about nowadays, as you can see.”

“Are you the owner?” Vick replied as they both glanced around the empty room.

“I am.” A smile appeared on the old lady’s face, seeing their surprise. “I run this place with my three grandchildren and a couple of helping hands.”

“The door and that broken sign out front. What happened?” Kaidus interjected curiously.

“A long story sonny, and not something for strangers like you to worry about. Now, would you two like a room? How about some food? I’ve got mashed abrusal with mulse grit, bird stew, and dronnon blood sausage ready to serve if you’re hungry.”

“Lunch?” Vick asked, turning to Kaidus with a hungry smile.

“And a room for the night.” Kaidus added.

 

…

 

After lunch, while Vick opted to stay downstairs to drink and fish for information from the owner, Kaidus sat alone in their room, adding to his map.
 
A quill in hand, he drew in the roads that they had traveled, trying to supplement the simple map with what he could from memory.
He drew a dot and labeled the approximate location of where the forest village was, then made a couple estimations and did the same for their current location—the village of Esperen.

After he finished adding in what he could recount and noting down where the roads split, using the map, he started calculating their current distance from the other towns and villages that Narissa had marked. There was a dot denoting a village about four days northeast of Esperen. A large circle with an X through it to the far north, and two other circles signifying towns to the west. Looking at the map, his eyes fell upon the western mountains, and to a few of the villages that were marked around them.

They were still quite a long ways away, and at their rate, it would be close to a turn before they reach their destination. Even with horses, it would still take a considerable amount of time. The distance wasn’t all that far in actuality, and they were both capable of riding long distances, but reaching the western mountains was only the beginning. If he could not find what he seeks there, then they would have to turn around and trek across Malpaars once more. To make matters worse, there was also Tal’hrus always looming in the back of his mind. If they were as spread out as they had been in Darsus, then it could possibly take even longer.

He sighed, hoping against all hopes that he did not make the wrong decision in choosing to head west first.
Starting to second-guess himself, he got up and dug into his pack.

“Hm?” Something caught his attention as he pulled the items out to reach the notes at the bottom. Instead of the bundle of records, he focused on the extra pair of traveling boots he had packed.

There was something white rolling around in the left boot, and he immediately recalled putting the seed that Zeeke gave him inside to keep it from getting lost or falling out. Spilling the small object onto his hand, instead of its normally dark metallic coloration and hard texture, the seed had turned a dull white and felt malleable to the touch.

The same mana signature and familiar presence could still be felt from it, but there was something else. Something unfamiliar and very different from Zeeke’s presence.

“What in the world?” Kaidus voiced out loud, curious about the changes. Remembering what happened the last time, he began infusing mana into the seed.

Right away, it started glowing dimly as it had done before.
‘Master.’ Vishan’s voice echoed in his mind as four transparent threadlike tendrils unraveled from the glowing seed. Surprised, he stopped his infusion. His mana that he had already poured into it vanished instantly. “Zeeke… What did you give me?” He whispered, staring at the mystifying object before him.

Wondering if something was supposed to start germinating, he simply waited and observed. As he watched, the tendrils began moving, feeling and snaking along his wrist to his forearm as if they had minds of their own. He felt a prickle as they suddenly twisted and wrapped around his arm. Tiny droplets of blood began forming as the tendrils punctured his skin and wormed their way into his flesh.

“It Wishes To Consume You, Master.” The light spirit spoke, emerging into the room in its humanoid form and reaching for the seed.

A smile appeared on Kaidus’ face. “Stop. I will be fine.” He instructed, and Vishan’s form shimmered for an instant before disappearing without any objections.

Holding his arm up, Kaidus stared at the small threads moving under his skin. Blood was oozing out of the entry points and flowing to his elbow. “You wish to feed?” He questioned.

Strengthening his arm, he began reinforcing and hardening it with mana as he willed his magic to heal himself. He could see the tendrils squirming, trying to figure out what was happening as they were being rejected and forced out. The pain began subsiding as the four threads retreated, emerging from his flesh to wave in the air like confused fingers.

He stopped and carefully observed them once more. And just like before, the tendrils began feeling along his hand, poking and prodding for a weak spot. Another smile appeared on his face. Whatever it was, it was alive in some way.

With a thought, he infused it with a surge of mana and the tendrils quickly moved back to sway in the air once again. “Hmmm…” He opened his mind and willed a deluge of mana into it. As it happened before, the seed quickly absorbed every drop of mana greedily. Alone in the room, be continued with the experiment.
After a duration of persisting without letting up, something else occurred. The tendrils began emitting a red light, and the seed’s dim glow started pulsing until it was bright enough to illuminate the room.

Suddenly for some unknown reason, the red tendrils began wrapping themselves around the seed, melding into it and turning the white glow blood-red. In a second shift of confusion, the light began fading even while he was still infusing mana. As the glow vanished, he saw that the seed had once again hardened, reverting back to its metallic self. Only this time, it was now dark with shades of red.

“Interesting… What exactly are you?” He questioned again, staring at the unusual item that was exuding heat in the palm of his hand. There was a reason why Zeeke had given it to him. Whatever that reason was, he still had no idea.
He tried infusing more mana into the seed, but nothing else happened.

Puzzled, he placed it in his concealed shirt pocket with the two Nyzacus shards.

After a lengthy meditation to refocus his mana, he cleaned up his belongings and left the room, heading downstairs to check on Vick.

 

…

 

Vick slumped over one of the smaller tables, looking as if he had drunk himself to sleep. On the other side of the room, a small number of people were drinking and talking noisily.

“Anything?” Kaidus whispered, sitting down beside the older man. Vick opened one eye to peek at him then yawned, pretending to wake up.

“Huwahh… so hungry from all this sitting. Is it dinner time already?” Vick’s lips curved into a smile and he stood up.

 

…

 

Back in their room and with plates of food.
“Folks don’t seem to like talking to strangers around here even if you tell them you could help.” Vick shared, making an irritated face as he bit into a piece of roasted meat.

“But you found something?”

“Nothing to help us in our search, but you could say that.”

Kaidus gave the older man a questioning look.

“Hey, I tried asking about Tal’hrus. Guess what granny down there thought I was talking about.” Vick paused, staring back at him.

“An organization of mages?”

“Try a flowering tree,” Vick replied dryly. “I don’t think anyone in this village has a clue about Tal’hrus, but get this. I started probing about what’s been happening around the village, and she started becoming very evasive. I tried asking a few others that came in, but they wouldn’t even talk to me. All except for one.”

“Who?”

“With a couple erns, one of the owner’s grandchildren became very informative.”

“You bribed a child?”

“I didn’t bribe anyone,” Vick quickly refuted the accusation. “It’s called paying for information. A mutual give and take.”

“Right. And what did you find out?”

“Anyways. He said a group came by a few days ago and then folks started complaining about the year’s tax.”

“So?”

“Well, he also said collection doesn’t usually start until the end of Fulta. Until after the fields have been harvested.” Vick grinned. “That’s why it was such an odd welcome earlier. They thought we were with the collectors. Apparently that man we met this afternoon got into a scuffle with the group that came by, and the result was… well you saw it for yourself downstairs.”

“Tax collection… Lord Shradech did say this village was under the control of the countess. Could be her men.”

“Exactly my thoughts. So, what now? Should we stay here for a couple days and see what happens?” Vick questioned.

“No. We leave in the morning as planned.” He promptly replied.
There was no reason to do anything. The villagers were not in danger as long as they provided what was required, and did not openly revolt. Helping would only endanger them.

“You sure? Could be trouble when they come back.”

“Perhaps, but I’d hate to imagine what would happen once we leave. These people are neither already on the run or in danger, and this place looks peaceful enough as it is. Helping would only ruin their livelihood.”

“… Alright.” Vick replied and dug into his food. After a moment of silent deliberation, he looked back at Kaidus. “What about you? Still nothing from the ring?” He questioned, glancing down at the one tied to the hilt of his sword.

“Not yet.”

 

…

 

The next morning.
They sat at one of the tables, eating a belated breakfast while waiting for the old lady to put some supplies together for them. Having been unable to sleep in an actual bed ever since leaving Darsus, they had indulged themselves and overslept, knowing that the incoming days would be without comfort.

As they ate, the wind knocked down the doors that were simply fixed into the gaping entrance, and a cold wind blew into the room. The old lady began cursing hysterically from the kitchen about the door, and Vick attempted to hold down his laughter.

As Kaidus was finishing his bowl of stew, his pocket began glowing. He could feel the familiar’s mana coming from it. Anise was calling. “I’ll be right back.” He got up and headed back upstairs to the room they had previously occupied.

“Kai?!” The girl’s endearing voice came through as soon as he injected some mana into the ring, forcing him to quickly casted a sound barrier around the room.

“You sound excited.”

“Kai are you okay?” She enquired, her voice almost sounding worried.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Umm… Some people came here today. They were looking for you.”

“Looking for me?” He questioned as various things began flashing through this mind.

“Uh-huh.”

“Who? What did they look like? Have you seen them before?”

“I don’t know, but it was a funny old man and a big man a lot bigger than daddy, and two more people.”

Funny old man. Big man. He was confused. “Did something happened?”

“Mmm… Nope. They talked with daddy for a little bit then they left. Daddy said they wanted to talk to you. Do you know them?”

He had no idea. “Hasen?” He questioned.

‘Zorin… Headmaster… the others… unknown….’ The spirit immediately answered in his mind.

“Hasen?” Anise questioned.

“Nothing. You’re keeping Hasen with you like I told you right?”

“Uh-huh!”

“Good.”

“Kai. What did Hasen say?” Anise inquired.

He smiled, hearing her curiosity. “He told me who they were. That’s all.”

“You know them?”

“Only one. The funny old man.” He chuckled, picturing old man Nylen’s face. The man was anything but funny.

“Who is he?”

“A teacher.”

“From your school?” She continued her enquiries.

“Yes.”

“Oh…”

“How’re Mother and Lance?”

“They’re okay. Momma and Lance are downstairs right now.” She replied happily.

“I see. Are you three going shopping today?”

“Uh-huh. Sylvie and her momma too. We’re waiting for them right now.”

“Father’s at the Varath manor then?”

“Uh-huh. He was supposed to stay home today, but he left after the other people left.”

“And what about you? Are you doing okay?”

“Hehehe. Uh-huh! Guess what Kai!”

“Hmm… A new dress? No that can’t be. You just got one not too long ago. Is it a book? Did you finish a book?”

“Nope!” There was joyful laughter coming through the ring.

“Does Hasen know?”

“That’s cheating!” She rebuked him immediately.

“Hmm… Does it have something to do with an animal?”

“Uh-huh.” There was a muffled giggle.

“Why don’t you just tell me? It was close enough wasn’t it?”

“Hehehe. You remember the baby birdy at Sylvie’s house?”

“The one that fell off the nest?” He recalled what she had told him before their ship arrived in Malpaars.

“Yep. It’s a lot bigger now. We found it hiding in the garden, and I gave it a worm. It swallowed it!” She replied proudly.

“Really? Maybe it likes you.”

“I hope so. I li-”

“Anise? Who are you talking to?” A different voice came through the ring. A very familiar one.

“N-No one!” Anise replied, and the connection stopped.

He couldn’t help but smile. Anise was keeping the ring a secret like he told her, and even from Sylvia whom she treated like a sister.

With the abrupt end to their conversation, he broke the barrier and returned downstairs.

Vick was already done with his breakfast and on the table, was the bundle of supplies that the old lady had put together. Spices, salt, crushed herbs, and a chunk of cured meat for the road.
Including their room and everything, his bag was now 46 erns lighter.

“Ready to head off then?” Vick stood up and picked up the bundle.

Grabbing his pack and sword, Kaidus pulled his gray cloak around himself. “Yes. Let’s go.”

-Malpaars-

The signal to begin reverberated throughout the trenches, and they sprang into action. One of the mages invoked a spell and the ground rose, pushing Biran and those beside him up through the concealed cover, onto the open road.
“Protect the prisoners!” He shouted, swiftly dispatching a surprised man.

Like that day so many turns ago when he and the prince both got rescued, he was now the one doing the rescuing. A handful of others ran alongside him, cutting down any within reach as another team did the same from the opposite side.

Everything was happening exactly how he remembered it that day. From the first slavers falling due to the ambush, to the horns alerting the group, and the bloodbath that followed. Yet unlike that day, instead of wearing rags and being chained to those around him, he was wearing a full set of plate armor and leading a group of men.

Whips cracked, and he heard the screams of the innocent. Without waiting for those beside him, he dashed forward, moving to protect the ones who were being slaughtered.
More crackling sounds resounded through the air and something struck him across the back of his plate, but he kept moving. Seething with anger at what was happening before him, he charged and beheaded a man who had already slain two unarmed hostages. Something coiled around his gauntlet and tried to pull him to the side. Instinctively, he brought his sword around and slashed at the whip that caught him.

“Run! Drag the dead if you have to!!” He yelled at the group of prisoners who were chained together. Not waiting for a response, he turned his attention down the line of prisoners and dashed after another slaver who was killing them.

A sword swung at him from his left side and Biran deftly parried it, countering by slamming an armored fist into the attacker’s extended arm. As the man pulled back, without bothering about the codes and honors of a knight, he twisted his body and lurched after, delivering a kick into the man’s groin and sending the slaver to his knees. He mercilessly swung his sword, cleaving the man’s head in half before charging into another slaver in his path.

He had two things on mind: to rescue as many people as he could, and to survive the rescue job. Fair play be damned, for he had seen first-hand what sort of people they were dealing with, and the codes would only hinder him.

Biran barreled toward the last of the slavers guarding the chain of prisoners, thrusting his sword as he closed in on the man. But before his blade could pierce flesh, there was a crackling noise as a whip caught his sword mid-thrust, and a powerful pull threatened to rip the weapon out of his grasp. Tunnel-visioned, he had failed to notice another enemy to his side. As he glanced at the second man, the one before him pulled out a dagger and jumped onto him. He tried to push back, but the weight of the man toppled him over and he fell on his back, dropping his sword in the process.

The slaver attempted to stab through the slits and folds of his armor, and Biran defended the attacks with his arms while admonishing himself for getting into such a situation. From the fact that they were able to disarm him and get him to the ground, he could tell that the slavers weren’t amateurs and had fought armored opponents before. Unfortunately for them, neither he nor the people with him were amateurs either.
As his attacker attempted a fourth stab, using the opening of the attack, his right arm shot forward and smashed into the slaver’s jaw, causing the man to howl in pain. Before he could hit the man again, an arrow zipped over him and embedded itself into the man’s neck.

Pushing himself up, he grabbed the dagger that his attacker dropped and turned toward the direction of the man who had disarmed him, only to see that the man was already dead. One of his own men ran over to him, trying to buy him time to recover. He noticed that his sword was lying where he dropped it, and picking up the weapon, Biran calmed himself before charging their enemies once more.

 

…

 

By the end of the skirmish, over twenty slavers laid dead, and a handful of those who were unable to flee, were in chains.

As they were trying to mend their wounds and free the prisoners of their shackles,
“How did it go this time, and how many people did we lose?” With a dispirited look, Biran questioned one of the men. He had survived once again, but the same could not be said about everyone else.

Ever since agreeing to Princess Vernera’s offer, being a knight from Unotus, he had been pulled away from doing supply runs and given a unit of fighters to help with freeing slaves.
This was his team’s third rescue mission, and they succeeded once more, yet the price for success never sat well with him.

“The ambush went well, but there were more of them than we initially thought.”

“How many did we lose?” He repeated himself. He knew the man was only trying to spare his feelings, but he had to know.

“Eight. Three from our group, and the other five from Daezal’s. There are also nine wounded, and three of them probably won’t to make the trip back to Vilute…” The man replied with a disheartened tone.

“Eight, with three more on the way… this is…”

“There were a lot of guards this time, and many of them were quite skillful. We should be thankful that we only lost eight so far.”

“That doesn’t make it any better, Solio. Good people are dead and dying.”
The man—Solio—was a short and potbellied man almost a decade older than himself, but also a skilled archer. The man’s resourcefulness and abilities had surprised him on their first job, and they had gotten to know each other quite well ever since.

“I understand, but look at all the people we saved today,” Solio turned to the people walking around the scarlet field, searching for their loved ones. “Many more would have died if not for you today, so you should be thankful for those who are still alive. Remember that each and every one of us once treaded in their paths, moving toward uncertainty with death strolling beside us. Yet here we are, alive and with purpose… It might be disrespectful to say that I am glad it was not me, but given the choice, I would gladly trade my life to see these people freed as we too were once freed.”

“That’s just it, Solio. Why does someone have to die, just to correct the wrongs of this godless world? Why is it that the helpless and weak are always the first to suffer, whilst those with power kill and rob their fellow men in the name of petty greed? Life has so much more to offer everyone…”

“I have pondered that myself multiple times, but I’m afraid I cannot give you an answer that would ease your mind. Perhaps this might just be the natural order of the world? If not, then why else would this be happening?”

“… The natural order of the world, huh?” Biran replied, looking to those around him. They were able to save a lot of the prisoners, but a large number had been murdered during the attack, and many others had been wounded in the frenzy. Most of them were in rags as he and his companions had once been, with their skins sunbaked and layered with filth. Each and every one of them were crying or yelling, with some doing both as they searched the battlefield.

He could never get used to those horrible sounds of anguish. No matter how apathetic and emotionless he tried to be, whenever the battle was over and the mourning began, it was always like a sharpened blade cutting through him.

‘There are more orphans…’ He thought to himself, seeing the number of children without anyone beside them to hold their hands.
Looking away, he steeled himself, for his job had only begun. “Help me with these plates.” He instructed Solio as he began undoing his armor—dropping the parts he could take off onto the ground. “I need to go talk to Daezel about the usual speech and head off before it is too late.”

“You’re not returning with us?” Solio replied, moving in to undo the breastplate.

“No. The princess has asked me to do something else. I am to ride for Ostus after this.”

“And your armor?”

“Take it back with you all. I won’t be requiring it.”

“I see. Will you be needing anyone to come along with you?”

“It would be great if only to shorten the road, but not this time. Let the others know and tell them to go back without me. I will see you all in Vilute within a fortnight.” Biran answered as he undid the leggings.

“Well then, good fortune to you, Captain.” Solio replied from behind, removing his back plate.

Captain. The rank bestowed upon him after being given his own unit. He had tried to tell the others not to call him such and just call him Biran but unfortunately for him, his identity as a knight had been thrown into the open during his introduction. The men all declined to call him by his name, saying it would be rude to address a knight as such while they were out on the field.

Soon enough, he was out of the armor and making sure that everything which should be on his person was there. With a sack containing some rations, his sword, and a letter, he set off to talk to the other group’s captain.

After a brief discussion about the usual process and what to do with the slavers, he saddled up one of the few horses they brought with them and was on his way, heading towards his real destination. Towards the mining village of Ostus.

 

***

 

The night was dark, but along the roadside, a small fire burned radiantly. Its light pushed back the darkness and revealed an area around it, along with a small earthen shelter.
Skewers of meat were roasting nicely on the open flame, and two people sat around the fire, talking quietly and casting great shadows.

“So, you’re saying… this little thing is connected to another exactly like it, and can be used as a form of verbal communication?” Vick questioned, examining the metal ring that is in his hand.

“Yes. That’s what I just said.” Kaidus replied, tired of the endless questions.
It had been four days since they left the forest village and he had explained much to Vick already.

He had divulged a bit of what he knew about Tal’hrus to quell the man’s curiosity, telling Vick how he knew about them, and why he was after them. He spoke about the situation within Darsus, and about the possibility of everything occurring in Malpaars stemming from the influence of Tal’hrus—as Headmaster Nylen had once told him.

He also tried explaining some concepts of magic to clarify his position, but such explanations fell on deaf ears, as the man hadn’t a clue about the intricacies of magic. He was questioned about why he never used such magic before while with the mercenaries, and in the end, he gave up and lied. To stop Vick’s constant inquiries, he used the academy as an excuse, saying they taught him what he knew, but restricted him to only healing magic while he was with the mercenaries to increase his proficiency.

“And you’re saying you cannot activate it without the proper spell, but if whoever is on the other side- this person they call “Master” activates it, then you can, and can even use it to find them?”
Ignoring Kaidus’ patronizing remark, Vick held the ring up to his face, trying to see if he could discern anything from the metallic object. Yet it felt like nothing more than a normal iron ring. “How exactly?”

“A simple tracing magic, and a more complex sealing spell.” Kaidus replied, taking one of the skewers and blowing onto it before taking a bite.

“Ah! That was mine!”

“I know. It’s the price for making me repeat myself endlessly.” He replied with a grin.

“I had to make sure! Man, I get zero respect from you.” Vick flicked the ring back to him and grabbed a skewer for himself.

“I do respect you. But I’m also quite certain that I was the one who caught this forest cat.”

“Yea, but- mmm… with magic. Which is essentially cheating. Mmm… and might I remind you- that I was the one who prepared these?” Vick replied while chewing.

“That’s because you told me to make the shelter and ready the fire. Or did you already forget that?”

“And you did it with magic, which is again cheating and relegates your deeds to nothing more than getting water.” There was a wide grin on Vick’s face.

“If you didn’t flavor these so well, I’d be inclined to say your statement was unfair and biased.” He took another of the skewers.

“Bias? Never.” Vick burst into laughter.

As they ate,
“Do you remember how long until we get to the next village? Was it two days? Three?” Vick questioned, flicking his cleaned stick into the fire.

“I think two? Would be a lot faster if we flew, but…”

“No. I’m done with that. We’ll find some horses in the next place to hasten our travels. That’s what we’ll do.”

“Then yes. I’d say probably two days.” He couldn’t help but laugh.
For the past few days, they had been trying to keep Vick from going unconscious while flying through the air at a reasonable speed. The one time that Vick was able to stay conscious, the man had thrown up his dinner and begged to be lowered, shouting that he understands and prefers the comfort of the solid ground better.

“You’re not gonna just take off without me now, are you?”

“Not yet. The circumstances surrounding everything happening here is quite broad, and has caught a bit of my interest. I can make all the conjectures I want, but it would still be good to understand what is going on. I’m particularly curious about why there are nine standing armies but only two distinct sides, and why this “Liberation Army” is even still around, even though it’s the only faction by itself. There’s also the fact that I still have no directions or information about Tal’hrus.”

“So… when you do, you might leave me behind?”

“That’s a possibility, but I wouldn’t just up and leave. I’d let you know and leave you somewhere where you can use your charm and guile to help obtain information for us.” He gave Vick a dark smile.

“Wha? Wait a- that’s not how this works. I can’t pro- watch your back and keep you from being the reprobate we both know you are if you’re flying off by yourself. And what if I get killed or something bad happens? Remember that? Malpaars is dangerous. Those were your words.”

“I’ll let that little insult you threw in there slide, but for someone of your caliber to be in trouble? Surely you jest.”

“What if- What if Tal’hrus comes after me? I wouldn’t be able to take them on. Or one of the nine armies. Did you think about that?”

“Were you planning to fight Tal’hrus or an army?” Kaidus raised a brow at the statement.

“Okay, so I might have exaggerated a little. And no, I wouldn’t want to fight an army if I don’t have to, even if it was a small one, but-”

“Trust me. I’ve already told you everything to catch you up, and it’ll be better if we move independently so that they didn’t know that we are collaborating. It’ll be a lot easier that way. They won’t know what’s happening yet, but I’m sure they’ll find out soon enough, as I am planning to make my hunt known to Tal’hrus. Which in turn, makes the most dangerous place, right here beside me.”

“… Hah… fine. I don’t know what you’re really playing at and I’m quite positive you’re not giving me the whole story, but even I can see the advantages to that.” Vick relented, scanning him once more. “But on one condition. You get me one of those communication rings, and make sure to check in with me every day whenever we’re apart. You don’t, and I come looking for you. Understood?”

“You might die.” He quipped.

“Dammit Kaidus, I’m being serious here. If you’re gonna be flying off on your own, then I need some way to know that you are safe. Everyday. That’s the only way you’re going to be rid of me if you still want my help, and for me to not run back to Darsus and bring the guild.”

“You can be one serious asshole sometimes. You know that?”

“Only to brats who think they’re adults.” Vick smiled.

“…” He didn’t know what to say to that.
Technically, he was ancient compared to Vick. On the other hand, the man’s demands were quite reasonable and favorable.

He would be able to move alone, doing what he needs to, while keeping Vick out of harm’s way. The scuffle a few nights ago had shown him what sort of dangers Vick could be in if he was ever distracted, and in contrast to what he said earlier, it wasn’t that being beside him was the most dangerous place, as he was the danger.
A slip of his will, and the man would be caught in his magic. It might just be an immobilization spell to stop people here and there, but there’s always the chance that his anger boils through in such a place as this, and he does something unforgivable. It was not a risk he was willing to take, no matter how small.

“Fine, you will get your ring. But I must let you know that not being a mage, you will be unable to release the enchantment. It will only glow unless mana is infused into it, so keep that in mind.”

“Hmm… can’t I just ask a mage to do that for me? Would that work?”

“It would, but I’d rather you not go around showing what I give you to unknown mages. It is something of a secret.”

“If that’s the case, then you’re going to have to show me that it works as you claimed.”

“I will.”

 

…

 

Before they retired for the night, he left Vick to tend to the fire and disappeared into the woods.

Having found a secluded spot with few wild animals, he held his hand over the ground. A moment of silent stillness, then something emerged from the earth, flying up to him. A small piece of unrefined ore. He began pouring mana into the ore, heating it, bending and shaping it to his will. Before long, he had two simple unadorned rings hovering before him. Looking at them, with a thought, two glowing lines appeared on them both before fading away.

Reaching into his shirt, he pulled out one of the two translucent shards that he always kept with him. “Valathiirvanux.” The word of unbinding resounded through the air, and a torrent of power burst forth from the shard, toppling trees and shaking the area around him.

Before the shard even solidified into a reflective mirror, he was already drawing on the excess magic that it was expelling, infusing it with his own mana and binding them to the two rings.

Kaidus awoke to the sound of whispers and childish voices coming from the outside.
Through the slits cut into the walls of the hut, dim streaks of light were coming through, announcing the day’s beginning. He sat up and waited for his eyes to adjust to the faint light before standing up.

Vick slept across from him on a bed of straw, covered with a blanket. Their chat with the elder the previous night had been very long and tiring, and Vick had fallen asleep as soon as they were shown to their beds. Snoozing with his mouth open and looking very comfortable, it had always amazed him how the man could sleep so well in the most uncomfortable of situations.

The house they were in was a small hut much like the elder’s: four walls with a shabby roof that could use some improvements and bereft of any belongings. It belonged to the man named Pelwin and his family, but was allocated to them for the night.

Without waking Vick, Kaidus quietly left the shelter.
A flurry of children scurried away as he opened the door. A few of the adults who were already out and about turned in his direction briefly, before going back to whatever they were doing.

He had slept later than he wanted to and could see that the morning fog was already thinning. Nearby, the red and yellow glows of cooking fires were scattered throughout the village in patches of color. A delectable odor wafted through the air and his stomach began to grumble, reminding him that the last thing he ate was a snack while they were following the soldier back to the Countess’ camp.

As he looked around, for some reason, the children that had ran away were gazing back in his direction. A few were watching him while others waved and made hand gestures.

He turned to see a young girl peeking out at him from the side of the hut. She appeared like she wanted to run and join the others but couldn’t because he had caught her. He smiled. “Hello,” Kaidus greeted and walked toward the young girl. “What is your name?” She stared at him without moving or uttering a word. “It’s okay if you want to go to your friends. There is nothing to be afraid of.” He reassured with a soft coaxing tone and saw her eyes lighten up.

“M-Mira.” She meekly replied.

“Mira huh? It’s a beautiful name.” He was surprised that she even answered. “I’m Kaidus. Nice to meet you Mira. Do you live here?” He gave her another friendly smile and tried to make conversation.

The girl nodded and slowly stepped out from behind the corner of the house, revealing a stitched-up dress with patches of dirt where she must have fallen frequently. At least two to three years younger than Anise, the girl had dark hair and her two beady black eyes stared back at him curiously, reminding him of his little sister.

“What were you all doing?” He asked, feigning ignorance.

“P-playing…” She replied with a low voice.

“That so? What were you playing?”

“Umm… Uh-… Are you okay?” She questioned, seeing that he meant no harm. “Lirell said his poppa saw you fall from the sky. Are you hurt?” She added, looking up at him inquisitively.

“I’m fine.” Kaidus replied with a chuckle. “Mira, do you know where the elder’s house is?”

She nodded at his words but something caught her attention and she ran away. Kaidus followed the young girl with his eyes, only to see her running to someone who was already walking toward him. It was Fera, the elder’s daughter.

“Good morning.” The older girl greeted nervously as she arrived with Mira on her heels. “I’ve come to call you both for breakfast.” She spoke with a tense smile, half afraid and half thankful.

“Good morning,” Kaidus replied, returning a curt nod. “Please allow me a moment to wake my friend up. It seems he was very tired.” Kaidus stepped back into the house as she informed him that she would wait.

Vick had been right about his comment of Fera the previous evening—upon their first sighting. She was quite striking in a modest sense. While she wore plain clothes and although her brown hair was tied in a simple fashion that draped to her front, her gray eyes—unlike her father’s piercing gaze—gave off a warm and gentle aura. They also accentuated her lovely face and easily drew the attention of those looking at her to them. He was surprised to catch himself glancing in her direction every now and then while Vick on the other hand, was ogling her all throughout their talk last night.

As he walked back to the straw beds, Vick was already sitting up and looking at him. “You are going to tell me about everything that happened last night, and whatever it is you are planning to do from here on out. I know you love your secrets, but mythical drakalls are one thing. An organization comprising of ruthless mages? That’s something very different altogether.”

The older man gave him a stern look and he could barely hold in his laughter.
“Stop it. That’s not like you at all.” Kaidus reminded, and Vick’s façade easily fell apart.

“Was it that transparent?” Vick’s tone and demeanor quickly changed back to his usual blithe self.

“It was. The way you furrowed your brows, you were trying too hard.” Kaidus grabbed his cloak from on top of his rucksack. “Get ready. We’ve been called to breakfast.” He informed as he strapped the xeberite sword to his waist.

“Seriously though. That bright light last night, flying through the air before I passed out, and this hidden agenda of yours. What’s really going on, and what exactly did you learn from that magic academy?” Vick replied, getting off the pile of straw.

“Later.” Kaidus grabbed his rucksack before turning back to Vick. “Lady Fera is waiting. Also, don’t forget to bring your belongings. We’ll be leaving after.”

 

…

 

A large group had already gathered by the time they arrived.
It was the same place that he had descended upon the previous night, only now, it looked like an outdoor picnic with roaring flames and full on cooking pots out in the open. Logs lined the ground, designating a seating area and many people were already enjoying their food.

Breakfast was wild tuber stew, roast hog and snake slathered with syrup from the nearby talapruss trees, and insects. To wash it down, they had broth concocted from the bones of a large flightless bird that the villagers called a sahanish.

“Did you both get a good night’s rest?” The elder hobbled over to them as they were eating.

“Yes. Thank you for your hospitality.”
“We did. Definitely beats sleeping on the ground.” Vick gave a cheerful smile.

“I’m glad,” The old man replied. “I see that you both brought your possessions. Will you be leaving soon?”

“We’ll be leaving shortly after breakfast. We had not intended to stay the night, but it was a much-needed bonus.”

“I see…” The old man took a moment and reached into his sleeves, pulling out a letter. “Forgive my impudence and selfishness after all you’ve done, but might I trouble you both with a favor?”

“What sort of favor?” Kaidus looked at the letter then to the old man’s face.

“I know that the politics of this country does not concern you both, but might I ask you to deliver this letter to the Liberation Army? They’re probably looking for, or assumed us to be dead, seeing how Vernigale suddenly disappeared overnight. It’s been almost a turn since we’ve lost contact, but I would like to let them know of our situation.” The elder handed Kaidus the letter. “Only if you happened to run into them of course.”

“Are you sure? Who’s to say you were not merely a convenient and expendable asset in their struggle to regain Malpaars?” Kaidus questioned.

“Whether that is true or not, is trivial in comparison to what is at stake. I understand that it is foolish, after all it was our involvement with the Liberation Army that landed us in this mess.” The old man paused briefly. “… but they are our only hope for a better Malpaars.”

“You are willing to risk your life and everyone here again? Even your daughter’s life?” Kaidus questioned, staring firmly into the old man’s eyes.

“I am not, but if it means a better tomorrow for them all, then I am willing to get on my knees and beg for assistance.”

“I…” Kaidus opened his mouth to reply but held his tongue. The old man’s eyes were unwavering, but he could see the turmoil within.

“Look at this place, boy. Does this look like a life worth living? Always on the run, always afraid for our lives, and eating whatever we can scrounge off the forest? What would it mean to all our children if this was their way of life in the future?” The former lord paused and turned away to look at someone. “My daughter… already a grown woman. In a better world she might already be wed, living peacefully with a husband and family of her own. Yet instead… she is taking care of a crippled old man who can barely walk, while living in this squalor, not knowing what her future entails.” The elder turned back to them. “Please. My daughter deserves better than this. Everyone here deserves better than this life. If the Liberation Army hears of our situation and sends help, then it would be worth it.”

“… I understand. I will deliver your letter if we happen to encounter anyone.” Kaidus took the letter and carefully slid it into his rucksack between his map and papers.

“Thank you.” Lord Shradech lowered his head gratefully. “I do not know of your purposes in these lands, but please watch yourselves out there. Good fortune to you both, and may the blessings of the gods be forever in your favor.” The old man turned to move away.

“Lord Shradech.” Kaidus spoke, halting the man.

“Yes?”

“If I may make a suggestion.”

“What is it?” The old man questioned.

“Move everyone south of Imvera. It will be slow and will take some time, but the forests there are thick with vegetation and it does not look like anyone’s ventured there for quite some time. You should all be safe there for a while. This place here may be safe for a few more days, but I would not count on it staying that way for long. I will also let the Liberation Army know of your relocation if we encounter them.”

“You… You came through the southern woods of Imvera?” The elder looked at him, face filled with surprise.

“We did.”

“Who- No… Never mind. I will let the others know and see how they feel. Thank you for telling me.” The elder limped away back to his daughter, leaving them to enjoy their food.

After breakfast.
With a handshake and a brief goodbye to the elder and Fera, they left the forest village. They departed without inquiring about the fate of the Countess, but he made sure the elder knew that she was a mage. The information seemed to have surprised them, but it did not matter as he had already sealed her voice.

 

…

 

“Well, you got something you need to tell me? We’ve got quite a long road ahead, and I would love to hear it.” Vick interrogated as they were walking through the forest and had put quite some distance between them and the village.

“Hm? No?” Kaidus returned a puzzled look as if unable to understand what Vick was talking about.

“… you brat…” Vick shot him a displeased look. “At least answer this: finding this drakall of yours was just a front wasn’t it? And I was right when I asked you about it in Aristolk.”

“No. That is still the primary objective of this trip. Only now, my secondary objectives have crawled into the open, and you happened to be caught right in the middle of everything.” He gave a wry smile. “I didn’t think I’d have to reveal my hand to you this early, but I had no other choice, given they were members of Tal’hrus.”

“Hah… primary, secondary objectives… You think you know someone, and then it turns out, you don’t at all.” Vick sighed and gave him a look as if seeing him for the first time.

“Don’t say that now. As you said yourself, you know me well, and to that, I must agree wholeheartedly and acknowledge your sharp observations. It’s just that I also have other facets that you are unaware of. But overall, I am still myself, so there’s no need to be giving me that look.”

“… It’s like I’m not even talking to a kid anymore. Act your age, damn you.” Vick protested, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him jokingly. “Little Kaidus! Are you in there?! Where did the wide-eyed little boy full of questions go?!”

“Stop it. That’s disturbing.”

“Disturbing? You can fly! And who knows what else you did with that light that almost blinded me.”

“You know, if you want to see how it feels again in the air, all you have to do is ask. There’s really no reason in guilt-tripping me into offering just because I withheld it from you.”

“So you knew?” Vick’s face instantly changed into a grin. “Kaidus. I want to fly again.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Vick replied with excitement.

“Fine. Just remember what happened the last time.” He started walking around, looking for an opening in the forest canopy.

“I didn’t know what was happening then. This’ll be different.”

“Over here.” He called for Vick, and the man walked over to him. He grabbed onto Vick’s arm. “Wait, what are you doi- AHHHHH!” A scream rose through the forest as he threw Vick into the air and launched himself up after.
Zion caught them as they broke through the treetops. As their momentum settled, he saw that Vick had already fainted.

 

***

 

-Darsus-

His face a mask of impassivity, Nylen Gvius Jozion silently read through the reports before him. After finishing, he took a quick glance at the four people sitting around the table before going through the reports one more time, careful not to miss anything.

He was sitting in a large meeting room within the 12^th ward Mystiks Guild headquarters.

Around him were two of the Guild leaders.
Thaxxus Baelius V. Terinthier, head of the 11^th ward Mystiks Guild. A large and imposing man with a magical talent that overshadows even his large stature.
Velix Austil Natarus, head of the 10^th ward Mystiks Guild. Not yet in her fifties, she was the youngest in the meeting, and one of the most powerful mages in Ferrent.
The third one, Darvont Elutus Kalzorr, the head of the 12^th ward Mystiks Guild was currently away with the expedition in eastern Darsus.

The other two sitting at the table were the headmasters of Ferrent’s magic academies.
Headmaster Juris Hillinad Yzeria, of 12^th ward’s Tiokin Academy. An old woman only a decade younger than Nylen, and a mage of exceptional abilities.
Headmaster Aira Zonus Hale Engarte of the 10^th ward’s Hvsen Academy, and another powerful mage. She had become the headmaster of Hvsen barely a decade ago.

Before each of them were three reports: two about unusual encounters in eastern Darsus, and one from the very heart of Ferrent itself.

After Nylen finally set his papers on the table, “This one from Drend. You’re positive about it?” Headmaster Juris who had been waiting patiently was the first to speak. Filled with astonishment, her thin wispy voice moved softly throughout the room.

“I have no reasons to doubt what Drend, Geras, and Mal saw and heard.” Thaxxus stoically replied. “What I’m worried about, are those words. They gave me a very strange sense of foreboding, as if this was only the beginning of something larger. Not only that, a spirit like this can only mean one thing.”

“Yes…” Headmaster Juris looked down at the documents before her. “And these other two. You’re thinking they’re the same? That all three might be the resurgence of the legends spoken about in Zulgia’s Lost Tomes?”

“That is the conclusion we’ve come to. Although for three to suddenly emerge at the same time, it is unheard of. Even the ancient texts had never recorded a period of time where more than one ever walked our world.” Velix replied, her voice wavering between uncertainty and reverence. “Darkness, Light, and from the look of Captain Prim’s report, perhaps Wind. Although the guild is hesitant about labeling them ‘Lords’ as the texts have, there is little room for doubts, seeing what two of them did.”

“A dreadful shadow, a being of light, and dark flowing liquid that hovered and flew about. All speaking with voices of their own… How many people know about this?” Headmaster Juris continued with her enquiries.

“Very few. Only those who witnessed the events, and those of us in the upper stratum of the guild are privy to it. We’re certain Lord Kalzorr can stop it from…” Thaxxus began explaining about the level of trouble such information would bring about should it be leaked.
The resurgence of a mage capable of commanding an Elemental Lord would definitely overturn the known alliances of the seven continents. Whoever could obtain the mage’s alliance would tip the balance of power significantly.

Lounging in his chair, Nylen listened as he connected the records in front of him to what he knew. He had always wondered how the boy did it, but could never figure out the missing factor tying together the mystery. With the addition of Prim’s report, all the pieces of the puzzle were clicking into place.

“Has one of our own finally done the impossible in this time of conflict?” Headmaster Aira wondered, spreading out the three pages before her.

“Unlikely. We would have known if one of ours was capable of such a thing. Also, the coveted title of Dvitus has yet to be claimed.”

“The summoner wouldn’t necessarily have the strength of a Dvitus would they? What if it was a powerful…”

As he listened to the discussion between the four, ‘titles are not what I am after.’ Words that had been spoken to him years ago emerged into Nylen’s mind like a broken echo. It was another piece of the puzzle, helping to reinforce his assumptions.

“Master Nylen?” Thaxxus suddenly questioned, and the others turned to him.

“Hm? Yes?”

“You’ve been awfully quiet, old man. Very unlike you… you’re hiding something aren’t you?” Headmaster Juris stated knowingly.

“Please give us your thoughts, grandmaster.” Velix added, looking to him.

Nylen looked at the four faces staring back at him. After decades in their company, it was no surprise they had seen through him so easily. “Hah… Right… I guess it’s time I shared what I’ve been keeping to myself for the past few years.” He straightened up and sat forward on the chair. “I shall disclose it to Darvont when he comes back, but this discussion is not to leave this room. Understood? Not even to the Royal Court or anyone outside of this conclave.” He looked to the others. After getting their confirmations, he began once more. “Thaxxus. Although you are on the right track with your investigation, seeing this, it is better to stop now while you are ahead.”

“Grandmaster?” Thaxxus shot the old man a befuddled look. “Haaa… Nothing gets past you it seems.” He smiled, understanding what the old man was talking about.

“Many things elude me.” Nylen pushed his three reports forward. “If not for these accounts, I would still be lost. It was a job well done and I commend your tenacity, but anymore and it could be problematic for us.”

“What are you two talking about?” Headmaster Aira questioned.

“Their surveillance operation. The reason why Drend, Geras, and Mal were all in the 3^rd ward together even though the guild has been stretched thin.” Nylen replied.

The other two headmasters turned in confusion. “Surveillance? On who?”

“A young girl. The unusual events within the 3^rd ward was because of her.” Velix answered straightforwardly without circumventing the issue.

“What!? That’s impossible!” Headmaster Aira exclaimed.

“Quite possible.”

“You’re saying a young girl did what every mage for the past eight hundred years could not?!”

“The line separating possible from the impossible blurs, when you consider who she is.” Thaxxus’ deep voice broke through the air of doubt.

“He’s right, Aira.” Nylen reinforced the statement. “Anise Paltos, the younger sister of one Kaidus Paltos… I assume everyone here knows who he is?”

“The sister of that young man?”

“Yes,” Thaxxus affirmed. “If the brother had already awoken his power at such a young age, then surely it is possible that the sister too has awoken. Only, she might be an even rarer case than her older brother.”

“The sister becoming a mage is still quite possible, but it is not the girl.” Headmaster Nylen quickly refuted the assumption. “I too had the same line of thought, but that was before I saw these reports. The names spoken confused me and I’m uncertain whether they are indeed names or delusions of grandeur, but this line that Drend quoted. ‘He shall be. The judge.’ It is very specific. The spirit was not talking about a girl or a woman.”

“It’s an elemental. What does it know? The chances that it mistook the girl for a boy is quite plausible.”

“Yes, but there is a better explanation. One that ties all of this together.” Nylen took a deep breath and sat back on his chair. “You see, I saw the boy recently. Suffice to say, he had grown since he left my academy almost five years ago. Grown enough, to be mistaken for a man if he was to be observed in the dark. Also, this part here where Prim wrote about the man calling to the spirit. Of course, it is merely a conjecture on my part, but such a thing as manipulating your voice could easily be done with magic. I also know for certain that the boy demonstrated voice magic to our Lord Knight Commander Gelrin, upon the commander’s visit to the Paltos house years ago.”

“Grandmaster, you’re insinuating that the boy is… that can’t be…” Velix spoke, but trailed off into thoughts.

“I am, but that is not all. I had always wondered how he did it, and now it is clear. The answer lies again, in what Captain Prim’s team saw.” Headmaster Nylen placed his finger tip on the paragraph of Prim’s account. “Flying magic…” He stated, and the room went silent. “If he could truly do the impossible and take to the skies, then I believe my theory is correct.”

“But that does not account for all three spirits. Where does this third one, the elemental of light fit in?” Thaxxus immediately questioned.

“Why not?” Nylen replied, looking back to the large man across from him.

“Because there were- No… that can’t be…” Thaxxus’ eyes widened at the answer he had come upon. “They can’t all possibly belong to the same mage… could they?” He was unable to believe the words coming out of his own mouth.

“While you were investigating the girl, I had Zaele deliver a mock request to the boy. Did you know that he left Ferrent over a turn ago?” Nylen paused then smiled, seeing the realization in the other’s faces. “Yes. Right before all this began. It is too much of a coincidence that three such beings would suddenly appear, following the emergence of someone like him. You said it yourself. The line separating possibility and impossibility blurs, when you consider who it is. Do not doubt what you are presuming. A storm is coming, and the legends are possibly upon us.”

Setting down Vick who had fainted during the flight, Kaidus moved toward the Countess. He had bound her legs to keep her from kicking, and her arms behind her back. She glared at him, her dark eyes filled with animosity and anger. Yet beneath the willful and ironclad countenance, there were traces of fear in those eyes.
He had also sealed her mouth shut with magic, and made it quite clear to her that she was at his mercy. Should she try anything, he would not hesitate to end her.
Reaching down, he pulled the woman onto her feet so that everyone could see.

“Countess Belinde…”

A voice came from his left side and Kaidus turned to see the elder.
In the torchlights, he also saw the numerous men, women, and children, staring in his direction. Their eyes were filled with curiosity.
He hadn’t notice during his descent, but before him was a large mass of people. From the number of torches and from those he could see, they easily numbered over a hundred. Each and every one of them were carrying something or had something strapped to them: a bag of clothes, a wooden chair, cooking utensils tied together in bundles, torches, luggage of some sort. Some of the woman carried babies in their arms while others held onto the hands of younger children.
It quickly made sense why the Countess had required such a large force of soldiers.

“Burn her! Burn the bitch!” A man shouted, throwing a torch before Kaidus’ feet. Others hesitantly stalked forward to get a better look. Their anger and vengeance taking priority over what they had all just witnessed.

“How is this possible?” The elder questioned, and everyone else halted and quieted down upon seeing the old man hobbling over to him.

“Such details are insignificant. Is she not the source of your ire? Of your worries?”

The old man stepped closer. “How could I ever forget that face…” He replied, voice shaking with a dry fury. “Or her despicable laughter when she murdered my sons before my very eyes.” The old man reached out a trembling hand as if to go for her throat. The young lady beside him placed her hands on his shoulders, and he stopped.

The commanding elder from that evening looked extremely small now. Sorrow oozed from him like a leaking water skin, and there were tears in his eyes.

“Giv’er to us! She needs to pay for everything she’s done!” A man bellowed.

Kaidus pulled the Countess out of reach of the bloodthirsty group. “I don’t know what transpired between you all, but as you can see, she is my hostage. If you wish to have her, I would like to propose a trade.”

“Trade?” The elder looked up at him.

“Coincidentally, I have business with those she is affiliated to. I have questioned many of her kind before, and have grown tired of not getting what I need.” He saw the dread on the Countess’ face. “You provide me with what you know, and I will hand her over to you, to do with as you wish.”

The old man silently stared at him for a moment. “B-Business with people like her?”

“It is personal, and not something you should worry about.” Kaidus replied as he looked around once more. “I have also taken the liberty of dealing with your pursuers. None of you will need to flee this night.” He added, not going into details. “Now, do we have an agreement or not?”

The elder gave him a look of shock and surprise, along with an understanding stare. “I… of course. But I’m afraid we might not be able to help with what information you are seeking.”

“We shall find out soon enough. Perhaps we can discuss further in one of the houses?”

“C-Certainly. That one right over there.” The old man pointed behind him to a hut nearby.

Kaidus stepped over to where Vick was lying on the ground.
“Aaaah!!!” Vick screamed as he attempted to pick the man up. “What happened?! Where am I? What in the world is going on?!” Vick glanced around before locking eyes with him. “Kaidus! What happened?! I was- We were- Were we really flying?!”

“Yes. Now settle down.”

“When?! How!? Why didn’t you tell me you could do that?!” Vick questioned excitedly.

“Later. We’re going inside. Come on.” He walked over to the Countess and pushed her toward the small hut. She attempted to put up some semblance of a fight, but was easily forced into the house.

Behind them, the villagers were questioning what was happening. The elder was talking with some of them, telling them to notify the others of the new developments.

 

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“Elder, we cannot trust them.” A man spoke up as he sat down with them.
It was the same man he had held at sword point earlier the previous evening—the one who was yelling for blood.

They were sitting in the elder’s house.
Of a rudimentary design, it was a single room with four walls. Built with a wooden frame but padded with mud, the structure had a rough wooden roof lined with plant fibers and leaves. Two wide slits decorated two walls of the hut, possibly for ventilation.
Thankfully, all of the furnishing had been packed and moved outside already, allowing them to fit in seven people comfortably. An oil lantern hung from the ceiling, illuminating the room.

“I don’t need you to trust us. This is merely a business transaction, to be paid with information.” Kaidus swiftly countered.
Vick sat beside him and the Countess was lying on the ground behind them. Due to her incessant struggles, he was forced to put her to sleep.
Across from them was the elder, along with the young lady who was always beside him. Two other men sat beside the old man: the outspoken man earlier, and a balding man who looked barely over forty.

“Indeed…” The elder affirmed, stopping the other man from saying anything else. “But before that, I would like to know who you two are, and what purpose you have in doing all this.”
The old man glanced at the woman behind them.

“I am Kaidus. My friend here is Vick. We are travelers from Darsus, and have just arrived in Malpaars not too long ago.”

“That’s impossible! No one’s been able to enter these forsaken…” The distrusting man exclaimed but quickly went quiet, realizing the sort of situation they were in and remembering what he saw earlier.

“As for our purpose in doing this, let’s just say I’m curious. Not to mention, it worked out quite favorably for me.” Kaidus added after the man’s outburst.
His actions had been due to a need for understanding, and to witness for himself the depths of corruption within Malpaars. To find agents of Tal’hrus within the midst of everything, it was quite surprising.

“…” The old man silent watched him with his piercing gray eyes, assessing his story.

“Now, how about yourselves? I would like to know who you all are, and from what I’ve gathered, I’m guessing ‘elder’ is but a moniker you are going with now.” He stared at the old man. “The outcry from the scout upon seeing you, the look you gave her earlier when you saw the Countess. There’s got to be more going on here than what I can see.”

“Indeed… I am Shradech Vinsolus, the former lord of Imvera.” The old man spoke with a dignified tone befitting his claims. “This is my daughter Fera, the last of my line. These two men here are Pelwin, a former guard, and Nikai, a carpenter. Both are formerly from the village of Vernigale.”

“We passed through Imvera yesterday. The town was a ruin.”

“Yes. The town’s been abandoned for almost half a year now.”

“I see. I would love to hear more about the events that transpired, but first, there is something that I must ask all of you.”

“What is it?”

“Does the name Tal’hrus ring a bell?” He questioned.
There was confusion in the old man’s eyes and from those beside him, but Vick perked up.

“Oi Kaidus. You don’t mean Tal’hrus, as in the Tal’hrus organization that’s been devastating eastern Darsus?”

“You catch on quickly.”

“Please tell me you’re joking. Even Captain Zikale has cautioned us about them.” Vick replied with a troubled plea.

“I warned you about the perils of this trip. It is a little late for your objections now.” 

“I- Guh… what have I gotten myself into?” Vick relented and went quiet.

“An organization from out of Darsus?” The old man enquired.

“I do not know of their origin, only that they are prevalent throughout the seven continents.”

The elder turned to the two men beside him. Both shook their heads. “I cannot say I’ve heard of such an organization.”

“I see… That is unfortunate. I was hoping you all may have heard of something.” Kaidus looked back to the woman behind him. “Another question then. Would you mind telling me why someone like her is a Countess, and why she is hunting you all?

“It’s because of the war. Because of that blasted revolution a couple of years ago.” Nikai, the balding carpenter answered.

“Yes. If there was a point that began all this madness, it would have to be that. Malpaars decline began after the new restructuring…” The old man supplemented, and started recounting the past few years.

He spoke about the revolution that swept through the country like a violent storm. About the hunt and public execution of the former Royal Family, and the new King’s ascension. About the boons granted to those who contributed to the revolution’s success, and lastly about what happened to the town of Imvera and why they were on the run.

It turned out that after the instatement of the new monarch, the woman sleeping behind them, who was an heiress to a small estate was granted the title of Countess and given a large portion of land to govern. She and many others like her had joined during the end of the civil war and overwhelmed the opposition, tipping the tides of battle and paving the way for the new regime. Everything happened extremely fast, and in just a few short years, a system that has been running the country for generations had easily crumbled, and was replaced with a new one.

As for the reasons they were now in hiding, it was through a series of events.
Unfortunately for them, the land granted to Countess Belinde encompassed much of southern Malpaars, including the town of Imvera.
After the war, Imvera and its surroundings began getting raided by bandits. Even after taking it up with the Countess and asking for help, she had done nothing.
Using his resources as a lord at the time, the old man discovered that troops belonging to the Countess were disguising themselves as bandits to raid Imvera. Upon his accusations, the town was accused of harboring dangerous war criminals, and its residents forcibly relocated. While on the road to the Capital of Maverus to seek assistance from the King, they were attacked by the Countess and her troops. It was then that they learned just how far gone Malpaars was.
Many of the citizens were captured and the old man’s two sons were slain during the assault. The old man, along with his daughter and a sizable group of people were able to escape and make their way to the village of Vernigale, where they had been hiding ever since. With the cooperation of the villagers, Vernigale eventually began assisting the Liberation Army. It was because of that, that the Countess got wind of them once more and quickly brought her soldiers upon the village, forcing them all to flee.

“You said others were granted titles and privileges. How many others?” He questioned after the old man finished talking.
For an agent of Tal’hrus to have obtained the title of Countess and all its privileges, the chances that other agents had also infiltrated the upper echelons of Malpaar’s ruling class was very high.

“Well… If memories serve me right, two other men also received the title of Count. An unknown man became the new King’s advisor, and many more were bestowed titles.”

“Any mages within those ranks?”

“Undoubtedly. Being this far south, we were lucky to avoid most of the war so I’m uncertain, but the late King had mages in his employ. For them to have lost, there must have been mages within the revolutionary army.”

“I see…”
Very different from what they were doing in Darsus, Tal’hrus had managed to instigate a war within Malpaars and used it to their benefits. Being in a position of power with title, land, and privileges would easily allow them to do as they pleased. There would be no need for covert operations and blackmailing when you can outright enforce your authority upon your victims. “There was a considerable force with her. I’m guessing our Countess here has her own standing army?” He decided to ask something that was bothering him.

“Yes,” The old man frowned. “Though not much better than a gathering of bandits, last time I heard it was at least a thousand strong. Possibly even more now.”

A thousand. The number was nothing to scoff at. He had killed two to three dozen of them earlier, but it was only a fraction of the main force. He had possibly just stirred up more trouble should they come looking for their Countess. “How many others have a standing army?” He continued.

“Forgive me, but may I enquire as to what you are planning to do with this information?”

“I am thinking that we might pay a few of them a visit.” He replied with a smile.

“I-Is that so?” The old man responded nervously at his lighthearted tone. “I do not know much, but from information gathered by the Liberation Army, at least eight others have their own independent forces.”

Kaidus grinned. It was not unusual for powerful lords to have their own armies, or for factions to unify under the banners of some with more authority. Yet for eight distinct factions to be gathering up strength independently, the situation was quite intriguing. There was definitely something else going on. “What is this Liberation Army you spoke of?”

“They are remnants of the deceased King’s men, and people who wish to return this land back to what it once was. It may not have been perfect then, but at least there was stability and order.”

“I am guessing it’s safe to surmise that this Liberation Army also has a large force of their own?”

“Yes…” The old man reluctantly answered.

“What of the current King? Does he have his own army also?”

“Yes.”

It was becoming more interesting with each answer.
He began to question them about the new king, and about the division of power within the different factions, but was unable to get anything clear. Most of the information they knew, had been from the Liberation Army. He changed the subject and went on to ask about events happening within Malpaars, but they too had very little idea, due to being on the run for so long.

By the time he decided to end the discussion, it was long past midnight. “Thank you for your cooperation. Might I have a moment with the Countess in private before I hand her over to you all?”

“What are you playing at?” The man called Pelwin snarled—the one he held hostage. “We’ve fulfilled our part of the deal. Now hand her over.”

“Indeed you have, but I would like a moment to talk to her before I relinquish her fate to your capable hands.”

“We will wait outside.” The old man complied and got up to leave. The other two hesitantly followed.

 

…

 

“She’s one of them, isn’t she? A member of Tal’hrus.” Vick finally questioned after the others were gone.

“Yes.”

“How did you know?”

“This.” Kaidus took out the metal ring he had taken from the Countess and showed it to Vick. There was a distinct trace of mana coming from the ring. “I wasn’t sure, but her reaction to my question confirmed it, along with the three mages that attacked me.”

“Thr-Three mages?” Vick looked at Kaidus then to the alluring woman lying on the ground. He had been too busy fending off his own attackers and didn’t even notice the mages. “Ha… What a waste. What are you planning to do with her?”

“I wanted to leave this matter for later. Much later. At least until I have found what it is that I am here for, but it seems fate had other ideas. It looks like we will have to improvise as we go.” Kaidus reached down and infused mana into the woman.
She quickly jolted awake and attempted to sit up while glaring back at him. Her mouth was still sealed shut, but he could see that she trying to say something.

“Imagine my astonishment upon seeing that the Countess everyone was talking about was a Tal’hrus agent.” He displayed her metal ring before her. “You see, I have one too.” He pulled out his own silver communication ring. “I know very well how it works. What I don’t know, is the incantation required to get through the enchantment.” He released the metal ring and it gently floated in midair between them. “But you can be sure that this master of yours will try and contact you. And once they do, I will be there to answer.” He spoke with a dry unamused tone, baring his teeth as he uttered the latter part of his statement.

The Countess began protesting by shaking her head along with an angry stare. From her actions, he could see that she was desperate to say something. Kaidus lowered his face to hers. “There is no need for discussion, as you will be facing your due justice soon. But before I leave you to those you have plagued, know that I will find your master and associates, and send them after you. Let the knowledge that you will not be going alone bring you peace of mind.” He stood up and walked out of the small house. A disturbed and confused Vick followed behind.

Upon exiting, the elder and his entourage quickly came over to them. Many of the people who were waiting outside of the house while they were talking had already gone back to their own huts, leaving only a handful of men to stand watch.

“Thank you for catering to my whims. She is all yours.” He stepped away from the entrance to allow the man called Pelwin to enter.

“I apologize for my outburst and words last evening. You both have done us all a great service.” The old man lowered his head graciously. “Might I ask that you stay the night? It is not much better than sleeping in the dirt, but you’ll have a roof over your head and a warm meal tomorrow morning.”

“Thank you. We shall take you up on that offer.” He gladly accepted.

The man ran for his life, trying to get as far as he could from the murderous group of villagers. The spear wound on his shoulder was bleeding and he held his right hand over it, applying pressure to keep himself from bleeding out. Although he feared for his life, there was a nefarious grin on his face.

After four days of searching the dense southern forest, his team had finally found it. The new location of the former Vernigale village residents, along with the former lord of Imvera, whom they had been hunting. The information was invaluable, and he ran, thanking the gods for keeping him alive.

The man passed the fork in the road and headed north, keeping his brisk pace while pushing through the pain. With quick short breaks, he ran until the stars were out and the half-moon was shining overhead. Filled with a sense of duty and expectations from his Countess, he refused to give up and succumb to the coldness that was beckoning him. He ran until he could run no more before dragging himself, moving forward as his body began to numb.

As the night matured, he eventually forced his weary body back to the large area where they had set up a temporary camp. He saw the glow of campfires burning from a distance and began to shout for someone to assist him.

“Who is it?!”

Fortunately for him, as he got closer to the camp, one of the lookouts heard him and came to check. “I am Delos of team four! Where is the Countess?!” The man shouted back with what little strength he had left in him.

“Team four? Where are the others?” The bumbling man who ran over to him questioned.

“Dead.” Delos fell to the ground as he saw two more men running in their direction. “I must speak to the Countess at once. We must move now, or risk losing them!” The three men quickly understood what he was talking about. One of them took off while the two ran over to help and support him.

Before long, they were carrying him through the camp, toward the center where a luxurious pavilion made of stone had been erected. The man who ran ahead earlier was already there waiting for them and though it was the dead of night, others were stirring from their tents.

“The Countess has been notified. Go on in.” The man quickly motioned, opening the flap of animal hide covering the entrance.

Released from his two supports, Delos strengthened his legs and strolled into the stone structure confidently.

The structure was almost like a small house. The entry opened into a large room fitted with a wide table, a writing desk, six chairs, and light stones on all four corners of the room. Further in, there was an opening in the back wall, leading into the Countess’ sleeping chamber.

“So you’ve returned, Delos. Judging from the need to wake me, I presume you’ve found our prey?” A sharp and sweet voice came through from the back room. He could also hear the sound of clothes rubbing against skin.

“Yes, my lady.” Delos promptly replied, kneeling as he did so.

“Splendid. Where?”

The sweet voice gripped his heart and compelled him to answer. “In the Vanian forests, half a day’s march from here. They chased us to the roads and murdered Hywel and Vaiss. I barely escaped with my life.”

“It is unfortunate for Hywel and Vaiss, but I am glad. Thank you for coming back to me safely. Well done.”

“Such- such words are too kind for the likes of me.” Powerful emotions stirred from inside him, and he felt strengthened by her kindness.

“Please go and tell Egald to wake the men. We’re moving at once.”

“Understood, my lady.” Delos got up to leave but stopped. “Forgive me my lady, but I saw him. I saw the old lord and I couldn’t do anything.”

“Is that so? … Please do not fret over it. We shall finish them by tomorrow’s end, thanks to you. Be proud of what you’ve accomplished. Now go.”

Such compassionate words. He was truly unworthy. “Of course.” Delos bowed once more, then retreated out of the stone pavilion. All his pain and exhaustion had evaporated while in her presence, but they quickly returned to reclaim his body once he was outside.

Tired and throbbing with pain but filled with a sense of accomplishment, he swiftly issued the commands he was given. Soon, Egald who had been standing beside the entrance was running about, yelling for their forces to wake up and get ready.

Worn out from the long day, Delos moved to a vacant tent where he could lay down and wait for a medic. Closing his eyes, he blacked out for a moment before hearing a commotion, one very different from the irritability of having to wake up in the middle of the night. There was shouting about unknown intruders in the camp, and the commotion eventually became louder as people began moving about. Before long, the disorder in the camp quieted. Out of curiosity, he sat up to take a look. Down the path he had come through earlier, two men—held at sword point—were being led in his direction.

Delos rubbed his eyes, certain that he’d seen the trespassers before. His drowsiness quickly vanished, realizing they were the two who helped him earlier that evening. As they neared, he quickly stood up. The young man caught his eyes and he thought he saw a smile forming. For a brief instant, the boy’s lips moved as if saying “thank you” to him as they approached him.

“Wha- What are they doing here?” He inquired.

“Said they helped you earlier. Is that true?” Luka, a tall skinny man towering above many of those in the camp answered. The man’s voice had a low baritone, unfitting for his gangly appearance.

Delos trudged before them, closing in on the young man. “You followed me?” He spoke with a voice filled with irritation.

“I believe a reward for services rendered is appropriate, don’t you?” The young man calmly replied. “We are also looking for work, so perhaps this Countess of yours would like to hire two capable swordsmen? We did save your life after all.”

“Hah! Capable you say? I see an errand boy and a bed slave. The Countess does not need the two of you.” One of the four men sharply countered.

“Delos. Does the boy speak true?” Luka questioned again.

Delos stared at the two before him. He had seen their skills earlier, yet admitting to such claims would only hamper his glorious return. The Countess might even grant them her favor should she learn of their abilities. He looked at the four beside them then toward those who were watching. Right now, he was surrounded by his own people, like-minded individuals who would care naught for a corpse or two, and noticed that neither of the two had their swords on them. In the back, Abvae was holding onto three familiar swords. “Does it matter?” Delos retorted. “They were about to leave me to the mob that killed Vaiss and Hywel!”

His hand holding a sword, Luka looked at Delos and grinned. “Not at all.” He brought the sword against the young man’s neck, ready to slit it open.
“Wrong Choicccce.” Something hissed in his ears, and his body froze. The boy casually turned around, and two silver eyes stared up at him. Without warning, the boy’s right hand shot forth into his chest. Pain coursed through him, and Luka felt his strength drain as his life was expunged.

 

—

 

Their plan of a diplomatic investigation had failed.
The moment he saw the sword moving to cut him, Vick jerked his head backward and slammed it into the man behind him. His left arm pushed up against the flat of the blade, keeping it from going into his flesh. The man let out a painful grunt and Vick quickly twisted his body around, slamming his palm into the man’s sternum, catching the weapon as it was dropped.

“Luka!” There was a sharp cry from those around them. Someone gasped beside him and a strange gurgling noise came out.

“Kaidus!” Vick turned, only to see a horrific spectacle. 

Beside him, Kaidus was standing calmly.
The tall man who had been talking was slumping over Kaidus and blood was coming out of the man’s mouth. In the fire light, he could see that Kaidus’ right arm had extended outward and into the man’s chest. As the man fell forward, Kaidus’ hand easily protruded through the man’s body and clothes. Just like a sharp sword through flesh.

-A young boy standing before three mangled bodies. Clothes bloodied, his face an emotionless mask-

A job almost two years ago flashed into his mind.

-A hunt for three men who were hiding in a cave system somewhere in the southern mountains of Darsus.
The three had kidnapped a young couple. They raped the young lady and mutilated the young man, before savagely killing them both and leaving them to rot at the foot of the mountain.
After only an evening of searching for the culprits, it was Kaidus who found them.-

Vick quickly recalled the fear that day.
The fear of a twelve-year-old boy standing before three bloody bodies without a shred of remorse in his eyes. He rarely saw the boy’s brutality, but it was a thing to be wary of, and to keep away from.   

“Enemies in the camp!” Someone finally shouted as the shock wore off.

Vick turned his back to Kaidus, and they were quickly surrounded.
“Attack, and you will all die.” A low yet overpowering voice came from beside him and he could tell that it was Kaidus. Without remorse, the voice threatened all who heard it, even sending chills down his back.
Many of the soldiers stopped immediately. The icy tone and display of force they had all just witnessed, still fresh in their minds.

“What the fuck!? Luka?!” A man shouted as more people arrived.

Kaidus had already flung away the dead man and Luka’s lifeless body was on the ground, blood still oozing out of the hole in his chest and percolating into the grass.

Fuck. Vick thought. The steel sword he had taken from his opponent felt like an abomination compared his masterfully crafted azurite blades. He shot a glance at the man who was holding onto their weapons and thought about lunging at him.

“Give me my sword.” A commanding tone came from behind him. One filled with intense pressure that appeared to freeze the air. Vick shuddered, not daring to turn around.

 

—

 

The man holding his sword took a step back.

“I will not ask you again.” Kaidus commanded once more, taking steps toward the man. Vishan and Zion urged him to unleash them, and the tumultuous magic inside him begged to be given life—to be freed. Even his instincts screamed out for him to begin the slaughter, to paint the ground red with blood.

He had heard during the voyage that many of the local lords were exploiting their power and status to oppress the citizens. It was one of the reasons why people like Narissa and her team had turned to smuggling. The situation that evening had reminded him of the crew, and of their forlorn faces during the start of the voyage. Many of them had feared they would not make the trip, and that even if they did, they would not be going back to the country they once knew and loved. He had seen many of them praying for their loved ones. He had overheard grown men with tears in their eyes, begging the gods for providence.

Having heard about what would become of the people earlier, to confirm the truth of the matter and to see the “Countess” for himself, he had allowed the ungrateful man to live. The man easily led them back to the main forces, and through their little interaction, it was clear to him what sort of morality they held. He would welcome the chance to purge these lands of such pestilence.

With a calm mask and a casual stride, Kaidus stepped toward the man once again.
“The fuck are you all waiting for?!” Someone screamed, running toward him with an axe.

He turned. His fingers brimming with power, Kaidus sidestepped and easily dodged the overhead swing. He stepped forward, shooting his bloody arm out and catching the man’s neck. Empowering his arm with mana, he squeezed and easily crushed the man’s throat and neck. Like a doll, he threw the convulsing body aside. The others immediately pulled back after the display.
He stalked forward, stopping before the one holding onto his sword. Reaching out with the bloody hand, he grabbed the Xeberite sword and with a thought, sent both of Vick’s swords back to him.

“What’s a mage doing out here?!” “He’s a mage!” Screams of panic erupted from those who had been watching.
Many of them fell backwards and a few were beginning to pale.
 
“What is with all the fussing?” From the stone building nearby, a voice penetrated the excitement. A woman came out of the structure and everyone turned to her. Three frightened women who had been standing near the front quickly ran to her side.

“Countess!” Many of those standing around immediately calmed down and began lowering their heads.

The new woman sauntered toward them and from the light of the fires and torches, he saw that she was dressed in a dark outfit. She wore a loose robe that dangled on her arms with the front open. The woman’s eyes seemed to flare a reddish color as she moved past the torches, and her long dark hair swayed with each step she took. “Why are the tents still up? Why are you all not in formation? Must I—”

There was something in her voice. An alluring pitch of soft sweetness that charmed those who heard it. A mage. Kaidus immediately understood as she stopped and looked in their direction. He saw the woman frown as she beheld the two bodies on the ground. The small gesture seemed to take years off her flawless face, and he saw a hint of anger in her eyes.

“Someone tell me why two of my men are dead.” She demanded with a cold calmness.

“Countess. It was him.” One of the women beside her quickly pointed in Kaidus’ direction. “Luka and Neasun didn’t know that he was a mage. He killed them both.”

“A mage you say?” The woman stepped closer.

“You must be Countess Belinde.” Kaidus spoke, making a curt bow before staring at the woman. She was comely and looked to be a few years younger than Adalina. As she walked toward him, he could see the jewels and gems ornamenting her attire. There were two golden chains around her neck, and her fingers were adorned with rings. Three of the rings were embedded with gemstones, while the last looked to be a plain metal ring—one that looked very familiar. ‘Here too…’ Anger flared inside him and he wanted to interrogate the woman, but held onto his composure, not allowing his thoughts to show.

“You know of me?” She questioned with a tilt of her head.

Her enthralling voice threatened to captivate him, and he smiled. It was quite the cunning attack. Each word she spoke contained magic that beckoned him, trying to seduce and alter his perception of her. “Only by word of mouth. Your man here-” He gestured to a man behind him—the man they had followed. “Spoke very highly of you. Of your merciful inclinations. Of your beauty and magnificence. I see now that he was not exaggerating.”

“Is that so?” The false flattery attained a cynical smile from her. “Tell me, boy. Who are you? And what grievances do you have against us, that you would slay two of my men?”

“I am no one, and I have no grievances against you.” He calmly replied. “I was merely offering my services when they attempted to take my life.”

“Hmmm… and you killed them both?” The woman glanced to the others for confirmation, then looked to his bloody hand and the sword he was holding. “Impressive. I don’t dislike capable people. How much for your services?” She enquired, circling him.

“Before that, I have something I would like to ask.” Kaidus replied, following her with his eyes.

Someone objected from the crowd, but the Countess quickly silenced them with a wave of her hand. “A question? Go ahead. Hmmm… Is this your friend?” She strolled over to Vick and examined him with a big smile on her face.

“I hear you are hunting wanted criminals.”

“Indeed I am. How did you come by that information?” Taking her eyes off Vick, she turned back to face him.

“He told us.” Kaidus gestured to the man behind him again. “What do you plan to do with them?”

“What am I planning to do with them? Hmmm… They’re my people, so I plan to bring them back and stop this pointless chase. Of course one or two will be made to serve a point, but that’s all.” She smiled a beautiful smile.

“Is it true that after creating a situation where they cannot pay their taxes, you sentenced them all to death?”

“You’re an inquisitive one aren’t you? You should know that women hate men who ask too many questions.” She stared back at him, her eyes almost glowing in the dim light. “So you’ve heard what happened… Well, it is not true. The fugitives they were sheltering were the ones who razed the fields. Those peasants used that as an excuse to avoid paying their taxes.”

“I see.” Kaidus replied, affixing his sword to his waist. 

“Now then, how about both of you join me? You can have anything you want, provided you are as talented as my soldiers seem to think.” The woman offered with an enticing smile.

“After what’s happened, I must politely refuse.” Kaidus replied, staring into the woman’s eyes. He sensed Vick stirring behind him.

“Don’t play coy now, little man. It’ll be fine and I’ll make sure of it. Also, if you are indeed a mage, then I can teach you all about magic. I bet you’ve just awoken to your powers right?”

“My lady!” “Countess!” Shouts of objections circled them once more.

“It is quite the tempting offer.” Kaidus made a show of considering the proposal and falling to her seductions. “I will reconsider if you answer another one of my questions.”

“Another? I guess I can amuse you with one more answer.” There was a wide grin on her face.

“Tal’hrus. Have you heard of them?” His voice was flat and devoid of any pleasantry. He wasn’t positive, but he had to be sure.

“Ta- Tal’hrus? No. I can’t say I have.” The woman replied, staring back at him. He could hear her muttering an incantation under her breath, strengthening her magic.

“Enough. Your cheap tricks won’t work on me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“That ring is used to communicate with your master. That makes you the leader of your unit. Where is the rest of your team?”

The woman slowly stepped backwards. He had her now. “Kill him!” She screamed as she tried to put some distance between them while starting a new incantation.

Wind swirled around him and Kaidus launched himself forward after the woman. He clasped her mouth before she could finish the spell, pushing her toward the stone building. He slammed her head against the structure, knocking her unconscious as bolts of lightning rained down on him. Deflected by Zion, the lightning scorched the grass nearby.
The three women from earlier ran toward him, each invoking a spell of their own. He could hear swords clashing and screams coming from behind, indicative that Vick had also begun.
“Clear them.” He commanded, and three beams of light shot forth from his body.

Zigzagging through the air, the lights went straight for the three women.
One of them tried to jump to the side, but the beam of light curved and tore out a side of her face before circling around to finish her off.
The second woman attempted to block the attack with her hands. The beam of light pierced through them as it vaporized her heart.
The last had a look of shock as the light easily tore through her mana barrier before engulfing her head.

Kaidus grabbed the unconscious woman. He looked back to where Vick was still fighting. Power surged from within him, and a sword of light emerged in his hand. “Vick! Get down!” He screamed, carrying his voice with mana. He saw Vick dropping to the ground along with some of the enemies. He swung in a horizontal arc, and for an instant, night turned into day. Within the discord of screams, there was the sound of bodies dropping, blood spraying, and of people gurgling as the last vestige of life left them.

Those who had dropped to the ground were in a state of confusion, screaming and trying to clear their eyes of the blinding light. Carrying the unconscious woman in one arm, Kaidus walked over to where Vick had been fighting. “To those of you who are still alive, you live today not because of your luck, but because of my mercy. Go back and do not squander this chance you have been granted. Go back and let the others know of this. Tell them that Death has come to Malpaars.”

“Guh! Kaidus?! What’s going on?!” Vick screamed.

He grabbed Vick’s arm, then looked beside him to a man grumbling on the ground. It was the wounded man whom they had followed to get to the camp. “For your services, thank you.”

Along with the unconscious woman over his shoulder, he grabbed Vick’s arm once more. With a silent command, Zion picked them up and whisked them into the air.

 

—

 

An old man limped out of the hovel he had called home for the past half turn.
His daughter stood beside him, supporting him as they looked to the simple shed one last time.

All around them, others were doing the same. Families were evacuating and bringing whatever they could with them. Four small carts—hastily put together—sat on the edge of the hidden forest-village, holding many of the village’s belongings. Crude and pathetic, the wagons would require two men to pull them, and another two to help push.

There were many voices scattered about. Voices teeming with anger, regret, remorse, sadness, misery, and hopelessness.

“We have to move now!” A man bellowed, urging people to begin their pilgrimage once more. A pilgrimage with an unknown destination.

A babe began crying, and the sound of the mother trying to quell its cry pervaded through the dreary atmosphere.
Children were questioning what they were doing in the middle of the night while the adults were reprimanding them.

“I have doomed us all…” The old man spoke, low enough so that only his daughter could hear.

“Father. Please don’t say that.” The girl reproved him.

“I am sorry, Fera. But I want you to go with the others. At least then, you’ll have a chance.”

“I’m not leaving you, father.”

“I cannot walk, and the Countess is after my head. A few of us old men will stay behind to see if we can buy you all some time. If you stay with me you will surely die, and if I go, I will only slow you down.” He explained, making sure she understood his reasons.

“No… father…”

There were tears in her eyes, and the old man’s heart sunk. His wife had been taken. His two sons had been taken. She was his youngest, and all he had left. He would not allow her to perish before him or because of him. “Fera. Go. Go now. Stay with Nikai and his family. They are good people, they will treat you right.”

“Fath—”

“Listen to me Fera. Go and live for your brothers. It is high time I joined your mother and them in the afterlife. We will—”

“Kyah!!” The girl screamed as a powerful gust blew past them, swaying trees and almost knocking many people to the ground.

A few began screaming at the abnormal wind, and someone asked if their pursuers had arrived. Instead of disappearing, the wind swirled around as if to corral them. Whispers filled with fear began going around, and a few people ran into the woods.

The old man pushed his daughter away. “Run!” She refused. “Do it! Run!!” He yelled.

Suddenly, something descended from the sky into the midst of everyone. The wind immediately vanished, and before them was a young man. His sharp eyes and long hair were glowing dimly, yet it made the half-moon look dull in comparison. The young man carried two people on his shoulders. One of them was struggling angrily, and another looked to be unconscious. Many of them quickly recognized him as the glow on his hair and eyes diminished.

“I apologize for my actions earlier. It was a necessity.” The young man spoke softly, but his voice resounded through the air like a shout. “I have brought you the bane of your existence.” The boy threw the struggling person down to the ground, and they all saw who it was.

The Countess.

“Well, what now?” Vick questioned as they walked around Imvera.

They had found the town easy enough that morning. The only problem was that the town had been abandoned, and many of the houses were either ransacked or burnt to the ground.
The only thing that stood out, was the road that appeared to still be used by travelers.

Kaidus pulled out the crude map from his pack. Thankfully for them, he had shown it to Narissa and she had added what she knew to it. The woman had circled where they landed, and above it where Imvera was supposed to be. A large cross marked where the capital Mavehrus was located, along with a few other markings showing some of the villages and towns.

Their current location was in the south of Malpaars, and judging from what he drew on the map, the closest mountain range was to the west. From the marking of Imvera, the next town or village should be at least eight to ten days walk away. “We keep moving while we still have some food. We’ll follow the road west and see if we can find a place to hunt in the next day or two. Maybe we’ll meet someone on the road.”

“Sure,” Vick replied, looking over his shoulder at the map. “But man, it really is unfortunate. It would have been nice to have a warm bowl of soup.”

“Agreed.” Kaidus replied, putting the map away.
They had spent the past three days in the woods, and he was looking forward to something else besides dried fish, stale bread, and wild herbs.

“Here.” Vick handed him a dried fish. “It’s not much, but it’s better than nothing right now.”

“Thanks.” Taking it, he began walking. Vick fell in beside him, and the two of them walked in silence as they snacked.

 

…

 

What began as a straight road cutting through an open plain had started to curve, and was now moving through a valley alongside a small river. The tall hills on both sides obstructed their vision, and the curving road concealed much of what was ahead of them.

“Looks like a perfect place for an ambush. Don’t you think?” Vick smiled as they approached a sharp curve on the road.

“If only. At least then, we’d have someone to interrogate.”

“My thoughts exactly.” Vick replied with a light chuckle.

“Say… you think there’s any fish in there?” Kaidus questioned, looking down at the river. It was calm and dark, and he could see nesting birds around the few trees that were beside the water’s edge.

“Probably, but let’s hold off on that for now. Let’s at least try to find something substantial. A hog or deer would be perfect. I’d even settle for a forest cat or a wolf.”

“Why not just wish for a full banquet of delicacies?”

“Ah, now there’s an idea. You’re a mage. Do mages grant wishes?” Vick feigned a serious look, then burst into laughter.

“I wish.” Kaidus chuckled.

By evening, they had passed through the valley and arrived at a fork in the road. One path continued west, the other was going towards the north.

“Most of the tracks are traveling north. Maybe we should follow them?” Vick suggested, as a breeze blew by them.

The wind whispered to him, and Kaidus immediately turned toward the west. Dismissing Zion, “Vick. Did you hear that?” He questioned, making it appear as if like he had heard something.

“Hmm… the birds? The wind?”

“No. There’s something happening in that direction. Come on.” He quickly ran off, following the road west.

Confused, Vick hurried after Kaidus.

The sound of yelling eventually came within earshot, and they found a large group of people surrounding someone in the middle of the road.

As he closed in, Kaidus saw that the group carried long wooden spears and they were pointing them at a man in the center of the encirclement. There were at least twenty of them around the man, and a dozen more were watching from the back.
The lone man in the center held a bloody sword and was bleeding from a shoulder wound. On the ground beside him, were the bodies of two others.

“Stop!” Kaidus shouted, and a few of the people turned in his direction. Spear in their hands, some pointed their weapons at him. The ground beneath immediately bulged outward, launching him upward and over the group. He heard Vick call out his name but didn’t give it a second thought. “What is going on here?!” He demanded.

“There are more of them! I told you this would happen! Kill them before more show up!” A man screamed from the crowd, his voice filled with panic. 

Many of the people lowered their spears and began inching forward awkwardly. Kaidus stood his ground and unsheathed his sword, ready to defend himself alongside the unknown man. He could see that the group were inexperienced and consisted of both men and women. Locking eyes with a few of them, there was fear in their eyes along with something else, something he knew all too well. Hatred and anger.

“Thank goodness you’ve come! Did Lady Belinde send you ahead?! Where are the rest of your group?” The man who had been surrounded cried out.

“Lady Belinde?” Kaidus shot a quick glance at the man beside him.

“You… Who are- Watch out!”

Kaidus quickly turned and parried the spear that was coming toward him. In two smooth motions, he knocked it to the side with the flat of his blade and cleanly lopped off the tip. “Stay back if you wish to preserve your lives!” He snarled, pointing the sword outward threateningly. Many of those who were edging toward him hesitated and stopped.

“Kaidus!” Vick shouted, breaking through the wall of people and running over to him. Behind Vick, a small portion of the encirclement had crumbled as people were trying to get up off the ground. “What were you thinking?!”

“That I needed to stop this.” He replied, not looking at Vick.

“This is for my brother!”

A frightened woman lunged forward with her crude spear, trying to stab at the man beside them. Vick easily stepped in and caught the spear. “What are you doing woman?!” He shouted, jerking the spear out of the woman’s grasp.

“T-thank you, stranger.” The wounded man thanked as Vick threw the spear to the ground.

“Attack them all at once! Kill the butchers!” Someone shouted, and people began screaming. The incomprehensible screams began to sound like war cries. The group moved forward once more, eyes blazing with a vengeful ire and full of bloodlust.

“Stop!” Kaidus roared, raising his sword and many halted in their steps.

“Throw the spears!” The same man screamed again. 

Before they could throw, Kaidus charged and was instantly upon the man yelling orders. His sword to the man’s neck, “Enough I said!” His voice thundering through the air.

“How did-?!” Surprised, many of the people were frozen at the display of speed before them.

“Are you the leader?” He questioned, looking down at the man.

“Kill him! T-those dregs were harboring and collaborating with dangerous criminals! They killed two of my companions!!” The wounded man he had saved shouted from behind.

“What are you all waiting for?! Even if I die, you must kill them!” The man beneath his sword shouted.

“Stop it!!” A new voice overwhelmed the noises and the circle parted to reveal an old man supported by a young lady. “Let them go! Everyone, go back and alert the others!”

“You!! Kill that old man and we will be handsomely rewarded!” The wounded man behind him exclaimed angrily.

“Elder. We cannot allow them to escape!” Others cried out in refusal.

“Stop this! Are your eyes merely for decorations? Many more of you will die here if you fight! Hasn’t there been enough bloodshed already? We still have people to mourn right now! We can always relocate and rebuild even if they come for us!” The old man shouted with a stern and powerful voice. People began to grumble but the bloodlust in their eyes slowly faded away.

Kaidus released his hostage, and saw anger flashing in the man’s eyes. He stepped back to join Vick and the unknown man he had unwittingly saved.

“You don’t look like you are with them, so why are you helping him?! That man is a murderer! A scout for Countess Belinde’s troops! If we do not kill him, then our families will all be slaughtered!”

Kaidus turned to look back at the unknown man beside him. The man was barely a few years older than Vick, and looked genial enough. “Is what he said true?”
The suspect became quiet. “Is it true?!” He raised his voice.

“Gu- Insubordinate refuse like them should be grateful that the Countess is willing to pass such mercy upon them! Death is too good for what they’ve done.” The man retorted.

“We have done nothing wrong, and those from the liberation army are not criminals! You and your Cuntess are the true crooks. Like common bandits, imposing impossible taxes then razing our crops when we cannot pay!!”

“That’s Countess, you degenerate!” The man screamed out. “Young warrior. Please kill that man over there! If you do, I’ll tell the Countess all about you! You may even become head of her guards!”

Kaidus gave the man a sharp glare and ignored his pleas. “I heard on my way here that this land had become corrupted. I did not realize the magnitude of it. Tell me. If letting you live would cost these people their lives and families, why shouldn’t I allow them to have their way with you right now?”

The people around them began gripping their spears. Their bloodlust rekindled by his words.

“You- You can’t do that to me after all this!” The wounded man took a couple steps back. “You saved me!” The situation had turned on him in an instant.

It was true. The man’s life was his responsibility for having saved it. Kaidus glanced around and without turning to the man, “Follow me.” He began leading the three of them toward the edge of the circle. Vick followed behind, guarding the unknown man in the middle. A path reluctantly opened before them. No longer surrounded, “Leave now. I will not stop you nor will I allow them to.” Kaidus spoke loud enough so that everyone heard.

The man’s face distorted with surprise.
“T-thank you! Thank you!” He shouted, taking off and running for his life.

Kaidus scanned those around him once more. The people were giving him faces filled with disgust and hate as if he had just sealed their fates.

“You’ve doomed us all!” A young man screamed, running at him with a spear.

Three fleeting steps forward and he easily avoided the thrust while closing in on the older boy. With a palm strike, he slammed the boy’s chest and pushed him to the ground. “I am sorry for what I did. But if what you said is true, then more reason for that man to stay alive.”

The boy grunted in pain, and a man quickly ran over to help him. Four other men growled and lowered their spears, preparing to charge.

“Stop it all of you! We must head back and tell the others!” The elder shouted one more time, and people reluctantly began streaming into the woods.

“They really hate you.” Vick who had been quiet throughout the whole ordeal finally whispered to him.

“Looks like it.”
He spotted the man he held hostage earlier, and the man glared at him before stalking off with the rest of the disheartened group. As he watched them leave, Kaidus spotted the one they called elder looking at him. Curiously enough, instead of hobbling away, the old man and his aide began moving toward them.

“Here’s your chance to make amends. That old man should be important and he’s coming this way. Oh, look at that girl. I bet she’s a beauty.”

“…” Kaidus stared ahead, not taking his eyes off the two people moving toward them.

“Why are you not leaving with your companion?! Get out of here!” The elder yelled angrily upon nearing their position. His gray eyes piercing through them like a sharp spear.

“He’s not our companion, old man.” Vick answered, looking down the road. The man was nowhere to be seen. “Just a stranger we happened to help.”

The old man took a long gander at them. His face befuddled. “You-! I can’t believe it! You idiots meddled in our affair like it’s your own, even though it’s unrelated to you?!”

“Sorry.” Kaidus made a respectful bow to the elder.

“You should be! Because of your mindless actions, hundreds of people will have to pack up and flee once again. Many without the strength or will to do so will perish. I hope you are satisfied!”

“Oi old man. That’s a little harsh don’t you think? It was your people who mistook us for being in cahoots with that man. We were just defending ourselves and trying to figure out the situation.” Vick replied.

“You defended that man and allowed him to escape, even after hearing what would happen. Don’t go pretending you didn’t know.”

“That’s because my friend here is plann-”

“You could have easily allowed your people to kill us without intervening.” Kaidus cut in before Vick could keep going.

“And risk losing all of them? I’m old, boy! Not blind!” The elder replied with irritation.

The old man opened his mouth to speak once more, but stopped and simply stared at them. “Is there something wrong?” Kaidus questioned, wondering what the old man was doing.

“Argh! The others are going to lynch me for this, but come! Both of you!”

“Come with you? Old man, if you haven’t noticed, your people wants us dead. And how do you know we’re not with this Countess what’s-her-name? This could all be an elaborate ploy.” Vick reminded.

“Hah! If you were, then I’d be dead already. As for wanting you dead, I don’t blame them one bit. You two screwed up. Bad. If you have even a shred of sympathy for those whose lives you’ve ruined, then come. I could use your help!”

“Ruined? Whose lives have we ruined?” Vick quizzed.

“Lives you will ruin, smartass. Now are you coming or not?”

“Sorry, but I cannot join you. There are things I have to do.” Kaidus replied, declining the old man’s generous offer of servitude.

“You oafs dare to refuse after what you did?!”

“Yes.” He stared at the old man with an unyielding gaze.

“Kuh! Curse you both! May the gods punish you for what you did!” The old man cursed loudly and turned around. The young lady supporting him silently turned alongside him and walked him away.

“There are no gods, old man. Only devious spirits…” The so-called gods had never answered him, and he would not fear them. What he feared was much worse.

“What was that?” Vick questioned from beside him.

“Nothing. Just something I read in a book.”

“How come you didn’t tell him? It would have helped pacify his anger.”

“Tell him what?”

“C’mon Kaidus. You can fool them, but I know you better than that.”

“Is that so?” He gave Vick a wry smile. “I thought it was best that they are oblivious to what I am about to do.”

“You mean what WE are about to do. You’re not going to leaving me out of the fun are you? Ashe and Zede wants to play too.”

“…” The tense atmosphere from being yelled at and cursed by an old man immediately disappeared. “Really? You’re still calling them that?”

“Of course.” Vick smiled.

Kaidus turned to the two dead bodies still in the middle of the road—the bodies of the other two scouts. No one had bothered to take or move them. He willed it, and they quickly burst into flames.
“Well, let’s go.”

 

 

Cutting through the morning mist, a squad of four galleys surfed the open sea in formation. Patrolling the area assigned to them, the four ships moved in unison, making sure nothing got in or out of their territory. Each galley was fitted with two medium sails and two rows of fifteen oars, making the squad extremely fast and mobile even without wind.

Upon the deck of one of the ships, a man was scanning the ocean, trying to look past the mist. Clean shaven, the man wore a crisp red waistcoat with a white undershirt, and clean brown breeches with fine leather boots. The sword at his waist was decorated with gemstones, giving the man gave off an air of refinement. Whether it be from his fine clothes or his narrow handsome face filled with charismatic charm, anyone would have believed him the lord of a fiefdom elsewhere if not for where he stood and his true occupation.

The gentleman turned to another man who was barely awake and lazing beside him. “Make sure we don’t stray from the others. I am gonna go check what’s takin’ Hector so long.”

“Aye, ma lord.” The second man replied sarcastically with a mocking grin and salute.

“Ya know what Jenks? You can shove that smirk right up yer ass. Who says a man can’t plunder and look good at the same time?” He rebuked, walking away.

“Plunder? We’ve not done a single thing but watch these damned waves fer the past two turns. Admit it. Ya just wanna look pretty.”

A cold morning breeze blew right through him and he shivered. Tired and cold, he ignored the remark and headed straight for the stairs leading below deck. Before even taking a handful of steps, there was a flash of light from behind him and the ship suddenly shook. “What in the-” world. He turned around, only to find his companion missing. A large hole that was quickly filling up with sea water was in the man’s place. “ENEMIES!!” He shouted, looking around frantically.
There was another flash and he saw that it was not just their ship, but that all four ships were being attacked. The others were also scrambling about and shouting in panic. He watched, as rays of light fell from the sky, piercing through men and wood.

He began scanning the horizon one more time, only to see the wall of mist and a dreary sky. More light rained down upon the other three ships and his own, creating large gaping holes wherever they hit. The men were all dying, and there were no explanations.

In his panic, he pulled out his sword as if it would help. The last thing he saw, was his body being enveloped by a hot searing sensation. Then nothing.

Hidden in the air, Vishan watched as the ships were torn to pieces. After the screams died down, it descended to the water’s surface, looking for survivors.
As an orb of light, it pulsed gleefully, seeing that there were people desperately trying to hold onto pieces of the ships’ wreckage. Without warning or mercy, it quickly dispatched the survivors, erasing them from the world before shooting back up into the sky.
To keep watch.

 

—

 

-That evening-

Pouring rain drummed against the Maid Marie, creating a rhythm of pitter-patters alongside the hollering of sailors. After 13 long days of rocking back and forth with the waves, they had spotted land. The once deathly nervous crew was now cheering with gusto and vitality, acting like they had already landed. Whether it be by the blessings of the gods or the luck of the devil, they made it to Malpaars without being hounded by a single pirate ship, and everyone was celebrating the fortuitous event.

Below the ship’s deck. In a secluded corner of the storage room.
Kaidus quietly sat on a small wooden fruit crate, away from all the shouts and cheers. Holding the silver communication ring in the palm of his hand, an invisible sound barrier covered the area around himself, preventing any noise from escaping. “I did. I saw five of them swimming together.” He was talking with a warm smile on his face.

“Were they big like the books said?” Anise questioned excitedly from the ring.

“As big as the ship I’m on right now. Three eyes and four long tentacles just like the books said. The head was very big, and they swam right alongside us.”
He was talking about large sea creatures called Kuurens. The beasts were aquatic mammals and looked like large seeds that sprouted roots. They had three large eyes—one in front and two on each side of its head—that appear to be always open, four long metal plated tentacles that were constantly in motion, an elongated cartilaginous body that could harden to the toughness of steel, and short pectoral fins that helped it maneuver underwater. He could not see it from the ship, but he had read that the creatures fed by extending thousands of smaller tendrils from their four tentacles down into the ocean. The tendrils would ensnare small prey or debris, and reel them back up to its mouth.

“Awww… I wanna see them too…” Anise replied. This time with a low voice that was filled with envy.

“How about we do that when you are older?” Kaidus asked, trying to cheer her up.

“Really?! You promise?”

“I promise. We’ll bring Lance, mother, and father too.”

“Yes!!” A joyful cry came through the ring, followed by an immediate silence as Anise quickly held her voice. “Hehehe. Oh Kai! Guess what!” She cried out in a softer voice.

“Hmmm… I think this is going to be hard, so I give up. Did something happen?”

“Uh-huh! You know the big trees at Sylvie’s house?”

The two golden Valune trees popped into his mind. “I do. Did something happen to them?”

“I found a baby birdie around the trees. It was crying for its mommy, so Carise, she climbed the tree and put it back in its na… what do you call a house for a birdy again?”

“A nest.”

“Oh yea! She put it back in the nest! Carise is very good at climbing. Hehehe.”

“Really? And who is Carise?”

“Carise is a big girl like Sylvie. Her daddy works for Sylvie’s daddy.”

“Is her father a guard?”

“Uh-huh. And then- and then after that, we told Jill, and mommy, and …”
Anise began unfolding the events of that day.

‘Master…’ Hasen’s voice resounded in his head alongside Anise’s voice from the ring.

‘What is it?’ Kaidus replied, keeping the second conversation in his thoughts.

‘Another attack… the red ones… moving… watching…’ The raspy voice answered.

He immediately understood that Hasen was talking about the Mystiks Guild. His body tensed at the revelation, and he clenched his left hand as power began swelling up from within himself. ‘Was it the guild who attacked?’

‘… I do not know… uncertain… possibility exists… they knew… about… this one…’

He did anticipate that the guild would get involved should anything unnatural happened, but they were moving faster than he expected. For them to also know about Hasen. It was quite problematic. ‘What did you do?’ Kaidus questioned. He had expressly given orders for the two spirits to not harm the guild.

‘…Gave… warning… for valor shown… a chance… that they may better… serve…’

“Serve?” He spoke the word out loud. The spirit had done something unnecessary.

“Kai?” Anise questioned curiously.

“Sorry. I just remembered something.”

“Then you’re not listening…” She pouted.

“I’m always listening. You fell asleep while hiding in one of the rooms, and they couldn’t find you until lunchtime. Is that not what you were talking about?” He quickly summarized what she was telling him.

“Hmm… Eheheheh.” She giggled, then continued with her story.
It was something she had begun to do. Just to make sure he was giving her all his attention.

‘Yes…’ Hasen’s voice rang in his head once again. ‘Your rightful place… Master… Your strength… I feel it… the world must–’

‘Enough.’ Kaidus commanded. ‘That life is no more. Leave it be.’

-A kingdom, born of their endeavors. People who fought alongside him. The laughter, the madness, unwilling to let him go. His mind filled with darkness and rage. A river of blood. The emptiness. The loneliness. The pain once it was all over. An empty void.-
The vivid memories disappeared as quickly as they came.

‘By your will… Master…’ Hasen’s raspy voice had a hint of dissatisfaction, but the spirit did not protest any further.

Discarding what Hasen did, his thoughts quickly turned back to the problems at home. His mind raced through all his possible known enemies in Ferrent, and each time he thought about it, it went back to the Vatenger house. Lord Vatenger was a coward who used his station to scheme and intimidate, but from their short exchange, he was sure the man knew nothing. His prime suspect was Ralfus Vatenger, but would Ralfus dare to go behind his father’s—Lord Vatenger’s—back and do something so rash? He wasn’t sure. The three turns of inactivity from the Vatenger house, ever since the incident, also gave it an air of uncertainty.

Vion’s face came into his mind. The young Ravon had detested him ever since they first met, but he could find no reasons why Vion would bother with him or his family.
There was also the headmaster of Zorin, along with the many students that he overshadowed while at the academy. Yet none felt right.

Whoever it was that went after his family, they cared little for the consequences and lives they were throwing away.

‘Hasen,’ Kaidus finally spoke up after putting some thoughts into the subject. He was not worried about his family’s safety, for the two spirits were more than capable of protecting them. ‘Do not kill the next attackers. Allow them their lives. See if you can flush out the mastermind.’ He instructed.

‘What of… the red ones…?’

‘… Should they be involved with the attacks, you know what to do.’ He calmly replied.
He did not want to go against the Mystiks Guild. He had seen the good they did: providing utility and order to the city. He had also seen righteousness and justice from them to some extent. Yet, if it should be revealed that they were instrumental in the attacks against his family, he would not despair in wiping out the responsible party.

‘Understood… Master…’ Hasen complied and its voice vanished.

Kaidus focused his attention back on Anise, and listened to her story before saying his goodbyes.
Leaving the dank corner of the storage room, he made his way up to the deck.

 
Vick was standing at the ship’s bow, talking to Jakob.
Narissa was at the helm shouting orders as she tried to maneuver the ship through an opening in the rock face.

They had arrived. He also noticed that the rain had stopped.

 

…

 

They anchored the ship inside a desolate smuggler’s cove that Narissa knew about. A large rocky overhang sat a stone’s throw from the water’s edge, and underneath it, was a large cave opening. Tall rock cliffs hid their position from all sides, with the only entrances and exits being the cave, and the opening they came through.

On the water, two small rowboats moved back and forth from the Maid Marie to the shore, carrying boatloads of supplies. A small group stayed on the ship loading them, while another group was on the shore unloading.

Having already said their goodbyes to the crew, with belongings in hand, Kaidus and Vick followed Narissa inside the cave. Narissa held a torch as she led them into its depths, walking through a short tunnel before stopping in an expansive room. It was a large cavernous room with four more paths leading into darkness. Looking around, there were evidences that the cave was not formed by any natural means, but instead was carved out by tools.

Kaidus watched, as Narissa walked around the room. She was placing torches in small crevices on the wall and lighting them. After lighting enough torches to brighten up the large room, Narissa walked over to a flat wall.

“I’m finally back…” Narissa spoke, her voice low and filled with emotions. The torch in her hand revealed scribblings on the wall. Names. Many of them she had carved into the wall herself. With her slender hand, she wiped the names before lowering her head in silence. After a short prayer, she turned back to Kaidus and Vick. “Sorry about that. Let’s go. I’ll show you to the exit.” She began walking towards one of the four tunnels.

“Are you alright?” Vick questioned as they followed behind her.

“Yes.”

“What was that wall? Were those names I saw?” Vick enquired again.

“Yes. The names of…” Narissa went quiet, and an eerie silence wrapped around them as they walked through the tunnel. The torch flickered, casting bulky and inhuman shadows on both sides of the passage. “The last time we were here,” Narissa began again, having found her thoughts. “We were running. Chased by the usurper’s men. Many people lost their lives before we could reach this hideout… Without their bodies, all we could do was carve their names into stone, so that they would never be forgotten. Arfall, Daeve, Nalt, and many more. They were all good people. People I knew. Traders like me who turned to smuggling others out of this country, after witnessing its decline into oppression and tyranny.”

“… I am sorry.”

“Don’t be. It is no fault of yours…” Narissa replied, turning back to give them a strong smile before continuing forward.

With the gloomy atmosphere, they walked in silence for a good two to three hundred paces, going through two smaller tunnels—barely big enough for two people to squeeze by together. As they moved further, they began to feel a gentle breeze, followed by an opening in the distance.

“This is as far as I go.” Narissa was the first to speak as they approached the exit. “It might not be there anymore, but if you continue north from here, you should reach the town of Imvera in three to four days. I don’t know if you will find what you seek in these wretched lands, but I wish you the best of luck.” She then turned to Kaidus and stared at him for a moment. “Kaidus. I’m not sure how you knew, but we got here as you said we would. Safely and in one piece. You have my thanks.”

“Such thanks are unwarranted. It was the undying vigilance of you and your crew that brought us here. I should be the one thanking you.” Kaidus replied, giving a curt bow.

“Hmmm… Is that so?” Narissa returned a warm smile, reminding him of Adalina’s smile. “Again, I must apologize for letting you both go alone like this. I wish I could spare someone to act as your guide, but we’ve got our hands full. Sorry.”

“No need to worry about us,” Vick was the one to reply. “It’s been what? Almost two years since you all fled from here? The way I see it, your problems have only just begun and you’re going to need all the help you can get. Sorry that we cannot stay to help.”

“No, you’ve done more than enough. We are here now, and this is our fight. Our problems. I do not know if the usurper is still after us, or how much this place has changed, but we will handle this somehow.”

“Then I wish you the best of luck.” Vick added, stepping out into the open.

“Thank you for the provisions, and for seeing us out. Please take care.” Kaidus supplemented, following behind.

“Vick. Kaidus.” Narissa called out. “Should fate allow it, may our paths cross again!”

Bringing a fisted right hand to the center of their chests, ““May we meet again someday.”” Vick and Kaidus both replied, giving her a mercenary salute.

 

—

 

They had been walking north ever since leaving the smuggler’s cave. The exit which Narissa took them to had opened to a barren landscape of rocks and hardy prickle thorn bushes. Before nightfall, they arrived in a lush woodland with a thick understory.

With a cloudy sky and very little moonlight, Kaidus had conjured a small ball of light to illuminate their path.

“Reminds you of the Abstrus woods doesn’t it?” Vick questioned as they waded through the knee-high grass and plants, thankful for the convenience of magic.

“It really does.” Kaidus agreed, stepping over a rotting log in his path. The memories of the two nights in the Abstrus woods came into his mind, and he began chuckling.

“Come on. It wasn’t that funny.” Vick protested, but started laughing beside him.

“I can’t believe you and Asher both stayed up all night on alert, just to make sure there were no ghosts.”

“Blame the villagers and their stupid superstitions. I was just being cautious.” Vick retorted, defending himself.

That night, their group of six mercenaries were hunting in the Abstrus woods nearby the village of Barstone—a village east of Droxxon headquarters. The woods were said to have some sort of spirit roaming it, which kept the locals away, but the six of them decided to brave it regardless of the warnings. During the middle of the night as Vick and another mercenary got up to relieve their bladders, groggy and half-asleep, the two got spooked by the steam rising from their piss, thinking it was a specter.
He recalled suddenly being woken up, only to find two grown men yelling about ghosts. He had gone back to sleep without a care. The next morning, they woke up to find both Vick and Asher with sunken eyes, as neither had gotten any sleep.

 

…

 

They eventually came upon a small clearing with less bushes and shrubs; a part of the woods where they could actually see the ground. With a unanimous decision, they began clearing out a small area to make camp.

Using earth magic, Kaidus created a small shelter for the both of them while Vick gathered dry wood for a fire. Before long, they were sitting in front of a roaring fire pit, enjoying a late dinner of dried fish and bread.

“So now that we’re in Malpaars, you wanna tell me why we’re really here?” Vick questioned, taking a big bite of his fish and spitting bones into the fire.

Kaidus fought down a smile. Vick was sharper than he gave him credit for. “I told you already. For research and personal interest.” He replied, stripping off a piece of fish and putting it on a slice of mulse bread.

“Really? No ulterior motives? You weren’t just using that excuse to get out of the city? Out of Darsus?” Vick grinned.

“Ulterior motives? Like what?”

“Oh… I don’t know… Maybe you have a thirst for blood after spending those three years with us and wish to test your skills in a life or death battle? Or join a guild? Or become an adventurer, traveling from town to town doing odd jobs? Or maybe you’re finally interested in women? Or possibly men?! Is it men?!” Vick made an exaggerated gasp.

“I can do all of that in Darsus. Why would I need to come here in the first place?” He replied with an unamused face, not allowing Vick’s jests to get to him.

“Hmmm… I guess that’s true. Plenty of men in Darsus too.” Vick smiled, picking his fish clean. “So, you really think those things exist? Karugas?”

“In records they do, but I’m not sure. That’s why I want to confirm it for myself.”

Vick threw his bones into the fire and reached for another fish. “Well, now I’m curious if that’s why we’re really here. How do you plan on finding them anyways?”

“No idea. My only clue is a mountain range somewhere in the south. Not sure if it’s to the southeast, or the southwest. We’ll just have to ask and look around until we find it.” Kaidus replied before taking another mouthful of bread and fish.

“Hah… So we’re going to be chasing rumors and stories?”

“That’s the plan.”

In contrast to Vick’s sigh, Kaidus was grinning.

With only the dim light of the moon to illuminate their path, the crew of the Maid Marie expertly navigated her through the pushes and pulls of the waves.

It’s already been eight days since they left Aristolk, and they would be approaching the hazardous waters of Malpaars soon. Each day took them one step closer to their destination, but along with it, a host of worries and problems as many of the ship’s crew were beginning to have doubts about the voyage.

“Are you sure we should not be turning back?” One of Narissa’s confidant questioned.

“… I am. I may have been too hasty, but we don’t have a choice anymore.” Narissa admitted.
She had talked to her two passengers, asking about their plans, but all she got was reassurance from the young man to not worry and words from the other man that they would be fine.

Her group was originally of Malpaars’ Trader’s Union, but ever since the revolution, they began smuggling people in and out of the country. It had been going well until the number of pirates started increasing due to the devastation of the country’s economy, and the new king’s rabid hunt for survivors of the late regime.
The smuggling had gotten so bad that most of those in the same line of work either gave up, or were captured in their attempts to bring people out of the country.
She herself was one of the former, hiding and moving from place to place without a home. She had been away for so long, that she jumped at the boy’s assertions and confidence in bringing her back to Malpaars. Thinking back on it, she was beginning to regret not investigating further into the issue. Vick, the older of her two guests claimed that they were both skilled swordsmen, but she had yet to see any such evidence from the young man.

“You heard what they were saying at the harbor. No ship has made it in or out of Malpaars for the past year. If we head northeast now, we can go to Rovtoss and keep ourselves low until we find a better chance.” The confidant suggested.

“No. Everyone we’ve requested help from has declined our pleas and now, even Oritis has given up on returning. We’re on our own. If those two,” Narissa looked toward the ship’s bow to where a young man and a man were talking. “Can follow through with what they said, then this is probably our only chance.”

“But the crew-”

“I know. I’m scared too, but for some reason, there’s something different about this time. I can feel it.”

“Narissa?”

“Haven’t you noticed, Thea?” She looked to the woman. “We’ve had a tailwind ever since leaving Aristolk. If my guess is correct, at this rate we’ll get to Malpaars in another four to five days. It’s like the gods are giving us a sign to not falter and keep moving forward.”

“Now that you mention it…” The confidant looked at the two large sails. “But what about pirates? We’re bound to meet some sooner or later.”

“I don’t know…” The last time they attempted to get to Malpaars, they had lost a third of their crew and almost every ship that sailed with them. “We can only hope to not run into any, and if we do, to rely on our guests.” Narissa replied, turning her head to look up at the starry sky. Something in the distance caught her eyes. A flash of light, almost like a shooting star. “Thea, did you see that?”

“See what?”

“That flicker in the distance.” She pointed to the northern seas. “There was a light.”

The woman, Thea, leaned on the rails and squinted in the direction Narissa pointed. “Mmmm. I don’t see anything.”

“… must’ve been my imagination.”

“Perhaps?”

“…” Narissa rubbed her eyes, unsure if it was because of her own tired mind playing a trick on her. “Think I’ll go and get some rest. I’ll wake up Arjun and Donal for the night’s rotation, so help keep an eye out and make sure nothing happens.”

“Yes captain.”

 

…

 

-Two days later-

“Come on Jakob, Is that all you got?” Vick taunted.

“Guh… Just you wait. I’ll have you licking the deck soon.” A large man replied with a grin, pushing himself up off the floor amongst a discord of encouragements.
One of the taller crew members, the man was an Aleith. He stood two hands width taller than Vick, and his light red hair flowed like a fiery mane. On his face were two yellow eyes with dark black slits, and on his hand, instead of fingernails he had claws. Large and muscular, the man still looked very intimidating even though his face was grimacing as he tried to keep his balance.

“That’s the spirit!!” Vick shouted, turning his body to prepare for an attack.

A small group of spectators were surrounding them and cheering for their crewmate.

The brawl was on the deck of the Maid Marie, and although in the middle of hostile territory, the crew was cheering and jibing with joy.
After having their morale drop to an all-time low ever since spotting signs of shipwrecks, their spirits had already recovered after only an afternoon. The idea of a competition had taken their mind off their worries, and their fears were slowly becoming that of hope and anticipation as they watched Vick bring down their crewmates one after another effortlessly.

“GRRAAAH!!” The man called Jakob took three quick strides toward Vick and slashed with his claws.

Vick swerved his upper body to the left, easily dodging the attack. Using the opening, he twisted his body and planted a solid punch into the man’s right side. “Your swing is too wide.” He added as the man fell to the floor once more.

“Ugh… gods that hurts!”

“C’mon Jakob ya baby! Get up!” A man mocked from the side line.

“Guh… I’d like to see you get in here!”

“That’s a good idea. Let’s make it a two on one. Wait, no. Three on one.” Vick smiled and looked around. “Do we have another two volunteers to join us?”

“Hahaha! I’m in!” A stout bearded man with a large round nose eagerly joined in.

“Please don’t hold back on my account.” A woman a few years younger than Narissa also stepped up.

“This should be interesting.” Vick pronounced with a grin and lowered his stance while watching both of them and the man named Jakob who had gotten up once more.

“I’ll go first. You two can follow after.” The stout man instructed as he walked closer toward Vick. “YAAAH!!” He cried out, dashing forward with his arms open.

Vick deftly stepped forward and kicked the man’s chest with his left foot. “!” His face twisted with a surprised smile as the man sturdily grabbed onto his leg.

“Now!” The stout man cried out, trying to bite back the pain on his chest.

“Hold on tight!” Vick exclaimed and kicked off with his right leg, twisting into a spin. He slammed his available foot onto the man’s arm and quickly freed himself as Jakob and the woman closed in on him. Catching himself with one hand, he kicked off of the man’s chest and pushed himself backwards, rolling away from the three of them before flipping up into a fighting stance. “That was too close. You’re quite robust.”

“You let him go too soon!” Jakob cried out.

“Too soon? My hands are burning!”

“Now’s not the time to be bickering!”

“Arguing amongst each other is detrimental in a fight.” Vick dashed towards the three. With Jakob being in front, he headed straight for the large man.

“Argh! Help me surround him!” Jakob shouted and all three of them quickly fanned out beside each other. Seeing Vick running at him, Jakob instinctively brought up his arms to defend against the fist that was flying in his direction. He blocked it, but with blinding speed, another had squared him in the stomach.

After landing a clean punch into Jakob’s stomach, Vick charged and pushed the large man to the ground. He quickly turned to the side and dashed straight for the woman.

“Not so fast!” The stout man shouted, stepping in between them.

Vick cocked his arms back and with a palm strike, sent the man tumbling backwards. An arm reached out to grab him and he ducked, lowering himself to the ground while at the same time catching the hand before it could pull back. He yanked and slammed the woman onto the ground by throwing her over his shoulder. “All three of you would be dead if this was a life or death situation.” Vick stated as he got up to stand over the three groaning contenders. “Who’s else wants to test me?!” He added with a triumphant smile as a roar of cheers came out.

“…” Narissa stood in the back, watching.
Though she herself was on edge the past few days, seeing her crew so hopeful and lively once again reaffirmed to her that her decision was correct.  

Jakob was their strongest member, and even after adding in Thea and Russel, Vick had taken down all three with ease while unarmed. The thought of seeing him in a real fight was frightening, and she could not contain her anxious smile, knowing that home would be only days away if Vick could protect them.

Narissa looked over to the impassive young man who was quietly watching the fight. She wondered if the boy’s confidence and self-assurance was because he knew Vick would be able to handle the pirates.

 

…

 

Of the ship’s eighteen crew members, thirteen had tried their hands against Vick and lost. A good number of them were injured to some minor extent: a few bruises and aches, one had a broken finger from a fall, another dislocated their shoulder, and for everyone, what little pride they had of being a competent brawler.

As Vick was getting ready to go below deck for some rest, Narissa caught up to him.

“Thank you very much for what you did. We all needed that.”

“No need for thanks, Captain. I just wanted some exercise.” Vick grinned.

“They don’t show or talk about it, but everyone’s been on edge these past few days. They’re all scared.”

“I noticed.” Vick replied, staring back at the woman. “What about you? Are you scared?”

“Of course I am. The last time, we never even made it this far before we were swarmed by a fleet of pirates. Oritis- the man you met at the harbor was with us at the time. We barely managed to escape along with two other ships.”

“A fleet huh? Well, fear not. Kaidus and I will make sure this ship gets to Malpaars. He’s dead set on it anyways.”

The reason why she stopped him in the first place resurfaced in her thoughts. “That’s right. I wanted to ask you after seeing your fight earlier, but is your friend really a swordsman?” Narissa questioned curiously.

“That sword he carries around is not for show, that’s for sure.”

“Come again?”

“Don’t let his looks fool you, my lady. That boy would best me in a fight of pure skills ten times out of ten. He’s also a mage, so if you factor that into it, I wouldn’t even be able to touch him if he gets serious. I’m only here because his doting father does not want him traveling alone.”

“He’s that strong? And a mage?” Narissa furrowed her eyebrows, unable to believe Vick’s words. “Then why did you protect him that time?”

“Protect Kaidus? It’s the other way around. I was protecting the man going after him.” Vick quickly replied with a solemn face.

“You’re kidding… right?”

“Lying to you serves no purpose, Narissa. He may be young, but make no mistake: he is very dangerous. Be glad if you don’t see him in action.” Vick turned and proceeded below deck.

“A mage…” Narissa looked up to the ever-bulging sails. She could not feel it, but there was definitely a tailwind pushing them forward.

 

***

 

-Ferrent-

“What the fuck!?!”
A man screamed out loud, unable to keep his confusion to himself as he fled through the 3^rd ward.
His legs strengthened with magic, the man ran for his life, moving quickly and jumping from roof to roof.

Behind him, a darkness unlike any he had ever seen was chasing him.
Pitch black, the darkness was slipping in between the shadows of the buildings, moving as if it had a mind of its own. Following and closing in on him.

A member of the Mystiks Guild, he had been assigned the job of watching a young commoner girl living in the 3^rd ward. He was to observe from a distance while concealing his presence and making himself inconspicuous. It was something he was very good at, and the reason why he had been picked for the job.

After fifteen days, he couldn’t understand why the guild had put such an ordinary girl under surveillance. Upon the morning of the sixteenth though, everything had become clear. And for such sudden clarity, the price was to be his life should he be unable to get away.

 

—

 

That morning, as he’d been doing for the past fifteen days, he simply followed the trio of mother, daughter, and infant. He presumed it to be another uneventful day as they made their way to the market and didn’t even notice anything out of the ordinary as he watched from the rooftops.
By the time he realized that there was another person tailing the trio, the cloudy day had turned into night, along with a sudden surge of mana.
After a quick light spell to illuminate the area failed, he had focused a blast of light upon the concentration of power in the street, catching the tail end of what could only be described as a pitch-black mist engulfing a man whole.

Shocked and unable to believe his eyes, he had simply stared at the spot where the man vanished as the darkness dissipated.
Within moments of the shocking scene, the hair on the back of his neck had stood up as an unnerving presence closed in on his position. He had watched as a pitch-black shadow with an otherworldly presence appeared on the rooftop, but had not waited to see what would happen and instead bolted across the roof in the opposite direction with all his might.

 

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Strengthening his whole body with mana, he continuously cast wind magic to help push himself from one rooftop to another.
Yet no matter how far he ran, the presence of death and impending doom followed right behind him.
Turning his head around to look, he could see the darkness jumping from one shadow to the next, nipping at his heels. The mana barriers he managed to erect around himself were shattering continuously, and he knew that should he stop for an instant, it would be the end.

“HELP!!” He screamed, knowing it was futile. He was still within the 3^rd ward—the commoner ward—and the chance of assistance was miniscule. He began casting fire magic into the air, hoping someone would see the disturbance.

“Help!!!” He shouted again as his strength began to wane. He was nowhere near the 11^th ward, but his exhausted body was giving out and his mana was disappearing at an alarming rate.
“Asiran! Devos Nartias!-” He began making a last ditch effort, shouting out a summoning incantation. “-Azaras! Nevas OmiNuit!! Come Teremas!!” The world before him flashed, as his light spirit broke through the veil separating the spirit plane of Lagus and living world of Lovis.
He fell to the ground, having poured everything into the summoning.

“SSSAAAAHHHH!!!” He heard the familiar hiss of his spirit.

“Retreat… young one…” A raspy voice echoed from behind, forcing his dead tired body to shiver uncontrollably. Whatever was chasing him was sentient.

Suddenly, he felt the surge of two very powerful summons breaking through into the world alongside his own light spirit.

“!!”
“Geras!!”

His body and mind exhausted, he heard a gasp while another person shouted his name.
Hearing the voices, he passed out.

 

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“Foolish…” Hasen muttered, looking at the three elementals before it: a light serpent, a spike golem of earth, and a large torrent of water. Behind them were a man and a woman, cloaked in red black and white, and on the ground was the one it had been chasing.

It quickly recognized the colors the two newcomers wore, and understood that they were members of the city’s magic guild.

Emerging from the shadows, Hasen transformed into a figure of pitch-black smoke. “Ingrates… my master… wastes his time… You all… undeserving… his altruism… betrayed…” Hasen stepped forward toward the three elementals. “Be gone… Younglings…” With a wave of its arm, Hasen forcibly tore open the veil once again.

“!!!” The two guild mages stared at the entity before them. Shocked, as a surge of raw primal mana came gushing into the world and was quickly sucked up by the darkness.

Instead of retreating, the water elemental lunged forward.

“So be it…” Hasen muttered, shooting its arms forward as clouds of dark smoke.

“Ildirus! Stop!” The man shouted and the water elemental froze, dropping to the ground. “E-Enough… you are dismissed…” He added, and the spirit vanished.

Unable to calm himself, the man shook with fervor: half out of fear, half out of awe and exhilaration. He had seen his share of life and death situations, but the being before them was death incarnate. Although he himself was a high Malgin, just from hearing its voice and feeling the overwhelming presence, he knew it was beyond the three of them and their elementals.
“D-Drend…” His partner spoke from beside him. Her voice was filled with trepidation and terror, but he could sense she was thinking the same thing. Without replying to her, he took a quick glance at Geras who had fallen unconscious before slowly getting down on his knees. “F-Forgive our folly and ignorance for not recognize one such as y-yourself…” He barely managed to eke out the words of apology. “… I- I know not of the betrayal you spoke of, but if it pleases you, I offer you my life… I-in return, please spare my c-comrades. They have done no wrong.”

“Drend no!!” The woman cried out.

“…” Hasen closed in and stared into the man’s eyes with its formless face.
The man’s terrified gaze was staring back up at itself. “Your resolution… admirable…”

“GUH-!! UGUH!” The man’s arm suddenly went limp as a dark spike shot forth into his shoulder. *Haaah….!! Haaaaah!!!* Unwilling to scream out, he gritted his teeth and took deep breaths.
Before them, stood something out of the ancient texts. A force of nature that three pitiful mages could never hope to subjugate or escape from, and he knew it. All he could do was try to see if he could save his companions.

“Bravery… responsibility… power… Your actions… I commend you… My master will know… he shall be… the judge…” Hasen began suffusing into the ground. “You have… been warned…”

‘Master’ the word hit him hard. The being before them had someone it answered to. Curiosity overpowered his fear and pain, “W-wait! Who- who is your master?! Please!” Drend shouted at the legendary being that had come to life.

“… Master… Many names… Broken One… Enuria… Silvaeze… Silver King… Conqueror… Rhultal… You know naught of him… But you will… soon…”