Mira was taken aback as she realized the reason for Eldion wanting to drink the tea again. She wondered if it was possible that Eldion recovered some of his memories after drinking the tea. It’s more plausible though that the tea had elicited hallucinations in Eldion, she thought.“Eldion, are you sure about what you saw? Can you describe her to me?” asked Mira calmly.Eldion stopped looking for Remuel and turned to Mira.“It was all hazy at first, but just before I woke up, I had a clearer view of her face. She looked kind and thoughtful. Her hair was black and carefully braided. She had clear brown eyes that looked at me with deep concern. She had a small nose and a thin mouth that partly opened to say something to me, but it was just before I woke up and I was not able to hear her. I know I’ve seen her before, but not here. I think she was someone from my past, someone I knew before I lost all of my memories,” Eldion said.“What else can you recall?” asked Mira.“There were figures
“Mira!” It was Wen’s voice that Mira heard inside her head. “Don’t say anything, but did you see how Casser reacted like he already knew?”Mira looked at Casser who did not seem to mind what Remuel just said. That does not mean anything, she thought.“I just thought it curious that Casser did not care at all that his cart just got ransacked. It was like he knew what already happened to it,” continued Wen.Mira could not speak to tell her sister, but she wondered why Wen would be too suspicious of Casser. Why should it mean anything if Casser was able to hide his anger from the rest of them. Perhaps his material possessions at the cart did not really matter to him as much as they thought.Mira dismissed the thought from her mind and approached the men who were still conversing near the entrance to the cavern.“At least you still have some of your goods there, my love. Don’t worry, it’s just money. We’ll recover them in time,” Mira told Casser as she held on to his arm.Casser looked at
“I suggest you stay here for a while and let the imperial soldiers pass. They will not find you here, I’ve made sure of that,” said Remuel with confidence. He placed his hands on his hips and turned to the travelers. “You are not in a hurry, are you?” he asked.“Not really,” said Mira, “but we don’t want to impose too much.” She then turned to Casser. “What do you think, Casser?”“Casser…” Remuel called his friend’s attention.“Oh, sorry!” said Casser, realizing that they were calling him.“Caught daydreaming, are you?” Remuel grinned.“Just thinking about what to do next,” replied Casser, shrugging his shoulders.“Well, as I was saying, you can stay here for a while until the imperial soldiers pass. You can help with some of the chores here, if you want.” Remuel said.“That, we can do,
Sela sobbed uncontrollably and Mira and Eldion could not do anything to console her. Eldion looked at Mira as if to ask her what he should do. He felt guilty thinking that it was his fault. After all, it was he who asked the question that finally made the Sela cry. At first, Eldion thought that the woman was a tower of power and quite immovable. At that moment, however, Sela seemed vulnerable and was the opposite the tough exterior that she had shown to the newcomers.Mira saw Eldion look at her, but she also did not know how she would act. Back at Thunka’s Entertainment Palace, she had been trained on how to deceive people by acting and making up stories that would capture her target’s sympathy. Mira learned how tears could do wonders in getting an upper hand on targets that were quite difficult to crack. When presented with an actual situation where a woman cries in front of her, Mira was quite clueless on what to do. She wondered if Sela was just acting just as Mira was able to let
“So, what do you have for me?” asked Casser as he entered the cavern where Remuel led him to. They had left the previous cavern where they had the green ant tea short after Remuel had one of his men guide Eldion and Mira to the kitchen to help the cook, Sela. The den was actually a string of caverns that were interconnected by narrow tunnels dug up by Remuel’s men to hide themselves from the imperial soldiers. There was no daylight coming from above and the only light came from lamps that were placed at regular intervals on the walls of the tunnels, but more were installed on recesses carved on walls of the more spacious caverns. “Well?” said Casser as he stood in a room where there were shelves and tables filled with all sorts of bags and boxes of merchandise.“Hold your horses, Casser. It’s not like you going anywhere soon,” said Remuel. Then, he went to a table where there was an assortment of different objects. “It’s not really a magical object but a weapon that we were able to a
“Are you sure about that?” asked Casser trying to recall the feather bag that Mira-Wen had always kept with her. “I thought it was just some fashion accessory,” said Casser, rubbing his chin.“Ha! What do you know about women’s fashion?” asked Remuel, raising an eyebrow.“I don’t!” said Casser. “I’ve never been a woman before, but I do know someone who had become a fat woman for a time.” Casser laughed loudly.“You got me there,” said Remuel, admitting defeat.There was a pause before Casser spoke. “About Mira’s feather bag though, I don’t think those are melsip feathers. Melsip feathers are quite rare and are as rare as the magical birds themselves.”“Yes, I know. The birds could turn themselves invisible at the first hint of danger and it would take powerful magic to be able to track them in the jungle,” said Remuel. “I haven’t really come across a lot of them, but I’ve seen one or two and I think that bag was covered with melsip feathers.”Casser was quick to reply. “Nah! Melsip fea
There was a cluck of a chicken and Eldion turned towards the sound. He found a small rusty cage in the corner of the kitchen and inside was a chicken, looking scared and agitated.“I didn’t realize there was a chicken in here,” commented Eldion. “Are we going to cook it?”Mira craned her neck and found the chicken clucking in the corner. “It does look frightened,” she said.“One of Remuel’s men came barging in here and brought it, expecting me to know what to do with it,” said Sela.“Maybe you’re supposed to cook it for dinner,” suggested Eldion.“I haven’t had chicken in a while,” said Mira.Sela looked at the remaining firewood in the stove and the covered pots above it. “Well, the broth is almost done and I suppose we’ll need to have more food with you three joining in.”Mira stood from where she was seated and approached the closed cage with the frightened hen. She unlocked the cage door and took out the chicken. Surprisingly, the chicken went silent when Mira held it and even issu
Remuel chuckled as he took the chicken from Mira.“Ha! So, you already know. Beats me how were you able to know whose chicken this is,” said Remuel.“Mira recognized the chicken,” answered Eldion.“You recognized this one from so many others? I thought all chickens looked alike,” replied Remuel with a bit of sarcasm in his voice. He looked at Mira and produced another smile.Eldion, hearing what Remuel said, suddenly turned his face to Mira and smiled as well. “I told you they all look alike,” said Eldion.“Men,” said Wen’s voice and Mira imagined her sister rolling her eyes. Mira merely shrugged her shoulders ever so slightly.“Where are you taking it?” asked Sela. “I was just about to cook it, but Mira stopped me.”Remuel turned to Mira and said, “Oh, did she?” Remuel turned to Mira. “I’m glad you stopped Sela. She can b
The director placed the back of his hand over his forehead and closed his eyes. He seemed that he was going to faint, but he quickly dropped his hand after a moment and stared at the scene before him. The star dancer was able to sit on the floor, but she was still crying and holding on to her ankle while the other dancers crowded over her. The singer was kneeling before the dancer with his hands clasped tightly together as if praying that everything would be alright.“Do you think you can dance tomorrow?” the director asked the dancer.The dancer tried to stand up with the help of her fellow dancers, but when she tried putting some weight on her injured leg, she gasped and fell on a heap. The dancers gasped and crowded over the injured dancer.“Obviously, not!” said the director. “Quickly get her to the healer and pray that her injuries would heal soon.” Then, to himself, “Or pray that you’d dance at least half as
It was early afternoon when the three men arrived in the center of Dagos. Gent held the reins up and the horses pulling the carriage stopped by the entrance of an imposing wooden building. The door of the carriage opened and a servant garbed in the green garments of local peasants came out. He bowed low while keeping the carriage door open for his master. After a few moments, a man in bright red and purple clothes descended from the carriage.Lankko appeared regal in his red shirt and crown of glorious blonde hair. The heavy gold chains around his neck as well as the sparkling jewels on his fingers completed his attire. He played the part of a wealthy merchant quite well and walked with his chin high, barely looking at the ground. At first, he made a slight tumble upon stubbing his foot on a protruding rock, but Enzir and Gent were quick to steady him.“Thank you,” said Lankko to his servants as he recovered his elegant pose. Then, he wiggled his arms to re
There was a coded knock on the door and Lankko peeked through a hidden peep hole before removing the latch. Lankko insisted on the additional precaution, knowing that it would be very dangerous for his master as well as himself should they be discovered by the Imperial soldiers hiding in the cabin.Lankko saw that it was Gent standing at the door and he was holding several woven baskets. He appeared to be alone. Lankko opened the door to let his cousin in and immediately closed it behind him.“Are you sure no one followed you,” asked Lankko as the metal latches clicked, effectively locking the door. Then, Lankko slipped a thick wooden bar across the door.Gent nodded at Lankko. He then walked towards the kitchen where he placed the woven baskets on the table. Then, he methodically removed the contents of the baskets one-by-one, revealing them to be different food items for Lankko and Enzir. Lankko followed his cousin to the kitchen and helped h
Enzir remembered the Imperial soldiers whom they fought at Remuel’s den. Those he hit with his energy bolts collapsed to the ground and turned into dust as smoke rose to the air. He also remembered how those whom he thought to have been stunned and lay unconscious would suddenly stand up when an Imperial officer held up a glowing necklace in his hand.Enzir was filled with concern as he realized the forces that he would be up to if he joined the resistance to topple down Terdu’s regime. “What can we do then, Lankko?”“I have to admit that I don’t know, Jad Enzir. Terdu has become too powerful that I don’t even know if it is too late to resist him,” answered Lankko.“You mentioned that the people could rise against him. Why don’t they?” asked Enzir.“As I said, Jad Enzir, people are afraid. They need a leader to rally them into action like Rodan did during the time of Sukram, however&n
“If those healing stones really do work, I think it’s bad that there aren’t many of them left,” remarked Enzir.Lankko nodded. “I don’t know if you still remember, Jad Enzir, but we used to have a lot of sun stones at the fortress. You place them under the sun during the day and they will shine at night when activated, replacing the need to burn candles or oil.” Lankko’s face brightened as he remembered how it was when the use of magical artifacts was ubiquitous.“I remember that. I had a lot of those in my bedroom,” said Enzir.“When Terdu banned the practice of magic, I think we lost a lot of our simple joys and freedoms,” said Lankko, hanging his head.“Why did he ban magic in the first place, Lankko?” asked Enzir.“You really don’t know, Jad Enzir?” asked Lankko, scratching his bald head. “I thought your teachers in magic history covered
After serving breakfast and washing the dishes, Lankko decided to go to work in extracting energy from an old healing stone that he was able to get his hands on. It was an old magical artifact that he got from his cousin who also managed to get it from an old friend. According to Gent, the stone worked by rubbing it vigorously between the user’s palms and placed over the painful area. The stone would produce enough heat to warm the area it was applied on and helped in the healing process. Lankko that there was not enough energy in the healing stone to extract but still went on the laborious process of finding out how it worked and develop a method for extracting its power. After several tries, Lankko was finally able to discover that the stone drew energy from the sun and placed it outside. He then directed several mirrors towards it before dropping the stone inside a glass vessel filled with a mixture of salts and minerals. Only then did the stone start to create bubbles that
The following morning, Enzir woke up early with the sound of Kora’s nervous clucking. He looked out his window and found that the chicken was not without company. A rooster was walking around her excitedly and after flapping his wings, gave out a loud crow that could have woken even the heavy sleeper. Enzir smiled as he saw the two chickens eyeing each other and flapping their wings in some form of dance. Slowly, Enzir lowered his window to give the chickens some privacy.There was the sizzling sound of frying along with the delicious smell of garlic being fried. Enzir stretched out his arms and then got out of bed to see what Lankko was cooking. He walked to the kitchen and saw Lankko busily adding ingredients on a frying pan where there was already a steaming pile of rice.“Good morning, Jad Enzir!” said Lankko to his master after giving him a quick glance. “Did you sleep alright?”“Slept like a log,” replied Enzir. “W
Dinner with Lankko’s family was a rowdy affair, but Enzir did not mind. After all the chaos and not being able to eat at a proper table in the past few weeks, he realized that dining with other people on plentiful was really a luxury. He remembered the many times that he did not even recognize the efforts of his own cook who feisty as she was still made the most wonderful dishes that he had ever tasted. Lankko and Darla tried to control their children, especially the little ones who kept on arguing while trying to outdo each other in telling stories of their journey to Dagos. The children really do miss their father, thought Enzir. He had not really thought of Lankko’s family and failed to recognize that his Keeper of Secrets did have his personal life outside his work. Enzir did make Lankko work a lot, especially after he discovered that he could extract energy from the magic artifacts to make an elixir capable of infusing power to whoever drinks it. He had Lankko
“What are you saying, Lankko?” asked Enzir, his voice rising as he felt his blood rushing through his veins. “What do you mean my mother may still be alive?”Lankko suddenly felt warm. He felt sweat forming on his forehead and he wiped it off with his hand. He could not look at Enzir whose eyes seemed to drill into his own. “I have to apologize, Jad Enzir. Your father forbade everyone to speak to you about your mother and I had to obey his orders.”Enzir felt weak. He wanted to shout at Lankko and destroy everything he could have his hands on, but there was nothing to break, nothing to smash against the walls.“Aaahh!” cried Enzir. He finally managed to pick up a rock and threw it hard towards the lake. He felt his breathing quicken and he stood on the slope watching the rock he threw fly through the air and landing on the water.“Please, Jad Enzir,” pleaded Lankko. “Please don’t be angry wit