Halejk La’Buq ab Jujnis, 2997
The simulation once more tricked me, but this time I remained level headed. No sooner had I entered into room two, Ahmiaus reminded me that I needed to show the skills I have been learning. Then the sound of oxen, people talking, and creaking of wagon wheels filled my ears. My feet quickly matched pace with the caravan. It was a particularly hot day, the shade of the trees providing little refreshment. I had begun talking with some of the folk, asking where we were headed, since time was slipping on and I hadn’t a clue where the fight would come from.
About an hour passed before the commotion begun. Explosions in the ground tossed dirt into the air, spooking the animals and the folk alike. People began to scatter while those who signed on to guard began shouting for order. I ran up to the one who appeared in charge.
“M’lady, you must run. They are the very people hunting you,” the man told me pointing in a direction blurred with smoke. I was surprised that he knew who I was, but I refused. I had my lyro blade in hand and could feel the magic energies on the tips of my fingers. I then told Bubblesnort to go into the canopy above and let me know what was out there.
A few moments later, I relayed to those who remained to fight what the faerie dragon saw: that there was a Necromancy and a Fighter with him. From the smoke came skeletons the Necro had summoned. Memories of the first fight I was apart of (with Bordel and Kimaris) flashed through my mind. My heart pounded and I fought through whatever fear or reservation I had. I began sending out the new magics I had, attempting to knock out the advancing skeletons.
The undead continued to advance and I began to feel unsure and scared. I had to wonder why my magics held no power. I couldn’t sap them of any energy! The caravan leader gripped my shoulder and got in my face amidst the battle cries that echoed about. “Are you to help us or not!?” he spat.
“I’m trying, but my magics-”
“Then use that pretty little sword you have there!”
My face slacked and my legs weak at the thought of getting close to the creatures, but as though he could read my mind, the man said, “If you’re afraid you’ll hurt them, you’re too late for that. They’re already dead. You’ll be returning them to their natural form.”
The man then went on to fight a skeleton that was creeping up on us. With new resolve and a strange realization that I hadn’t thought of before, I gripped my blade and focused on what I had been taught. Into battle I went and quite frankly, it was fulfilling seeing how well I held myself.
The fighter was the first to strike of the duo. He got me from behind, his sword catching me under my arm. I almost lost it there, but managed to pull myself together, parrying his blade the best I could. He was very strong and was overpowering me when I pulled a maneuver. I blocked another attack and quickly side stepped so that his weight from the attack would knock him off balance without my resistance. I sent my open palm into the side of his shoulder shouting, “Da Na’ee!” and watched with great satisfaction as the fighter straightened, shaking his head to rid the fog of energy loss.
Soon I had the fighter subdued, taking a few more blows to my knuckles and nose. When I turned around, I could see the Necromancer being pelted with arrows. I channeled my magics toward him, siphoning his energies too. Once he fell to his knees and passed out, I quickly commanded the men to lay down their arms.
“There is no need to kill them,” I began to say and was met with protest, but I pressed on, “Bind them and take them to the city. Let the courts deal with them and have them be tried for their crimes. If anything, they might be able to glean from these two members where the others are in the Order. Let the law deal with them and not taint your own hands with their blood.”
With reluctance, the men listened and soon the two Order members were bound and placed in a wagon. I had walked but a few paces when the caravan disappeared and Ahmiaus came unto me.
“Well done, far better than the last,” he mentioned. And thus I was spared from doing the Vrum Lejkmars.
Other than that, I once more chatted with Kimaris. We kind of played truth or dare. I chose truth, since he couldn’t see me do a dare, nor did I feel comfortable doing one if he went with it. He asked, “ Did you feel bad when you crushed the boy’s heart.” For a moment I thought he meant Achmath, but he clarified that he meant who he was, as a young boy weeks ago. I confessed I did. I think too highly of other people’s opinions and feelings.
I then asked him, and Kimaris chose truth too. So the question that came to mind was if he had parents. I felt guilty afterwards for it. He was born of an Elven mother and a half Elf father. He was sent to the monastery after the molten mountain incident. Of course I pressed to know what that was. Apparently the life before this one, he was tasked with keeping the citizens safe, but failed when the mountain erupted, destruction everywhere in its wake. He confessed to wanting to forget that memory.
With as heartfelt of an apology as one can give via the telepathic link, I apologized for bringing the topic up. Kim brushed it aside, saying that it’s because of that moment that he is striving to find Eden. Kimaris will do it with or without the cups. I then had an opportunity to express to him my thoughts, about whether we needed to, considering two cups have already been secured. All we need to do is find the members of the Order and put an end to their deeds. And considering they are hunting us down, we likely wouldn’t have to put much work into the hunt either.
Kimaris gave a sigh and mentioned that the cups themselves hold their own power which the Order shouldn’t be allowed to wield. I shrugged, though he couldn't see. All I can say is I’ll go where the group goes, but I ultimately don’t want to look for a fight.
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