[POV: Kara Davis]
“What is it? Is something wrong?” She asked the messenger with a concerned look.
“Well, Um... Ahh... the... Umm...”
Kara Frowned. The messenger was staring at the table and kept shifting his legs. But most of all he was trembling visibly. What could have made the other man so terrified? This can’t be good news.
“Well? Spit it out already.”
Guard stepped back, nearly jumping on his tiptoes. He shifted his eyes to his feet. “Forgive me, my lady, to be the bearer of such sad news, but his imperial majesty is dead and your husband along with him. I was told that both of them were poisoned to death.” His mouth worked and quivered as he passed the horrid news.
For a second, her mind went blank. What was the messenger saying? He must have mistaken. Yes, he was probably too nervous and said the wrong words. But one look at the messenger and realisation hit her like a blow to the head. That wasn’t the look of someone who had just lied about something like this. Kara gasped and sank to the ground. She crawled into a ball, her hand firmly squeezing her shoulder, trying to stop her shaking body. She rocked back and forth. Her heart ran harder and faster, and the light in her eyes became dark as pearly tears rolled down her cheeks.
Why? Not again! Not again! All, everyone!! Why does everyone leave me? Merlin, I don’t know what to do. First, a disease took her firstborn. Then her second-born was murdered. Now, her husband too. Why does this keep happening to people I love? I must be cursed. Her soul screamed a howl that could shame the loudest of sounds.
“My lady, please pull yourself together, I can’t see you like this.”
Kara looked up, her eyes swollen with tears and her dishevelled hair stuck to her cheeks.
The messenger is right. What am I doing? I’m so weak; it’s pathetic. You’ve got a village to run. Get yourself together! She tried to breathe in, again and again, trying to calm herself. It wasn’t time for her to mourn. It would come letter. Right now, she had work to do.
Kara took her time, but at least she settled down and removed her hand from her shoulder while she took a deep breath a few times. And she stood up, wiping her tears out of her cheeks. She swayed for a second, but she managed to compose herself.
“Who gave you this news?”
“It was Sir Jones.”
“Sir Jones? He’s here? Not the king councillors.” Why would Sir Jones and not the king councillors to relay this message?
“Yes, my lady, he is here with an army of two thousand, carrying your husband’s coffin. And he wishes to see you at the village gate.”
An army? Why would Sir Jones bring an army today of all days? She was much more puzzled now. No, that’s not it. It was a suspicion. Today was the summer solstice, not only the longest day of the year but also the darkest day of the Water Village. For it was the day of the sun when the villagers lost their access to grace.
It was the day when villagers were at their weakest. Why would he have brought an army on a day like this?
“Yes, we must see him. I want to know everything.”
Kara cleaned herself before visiting the gate. Her husband may be dead, but she was still a lady. She had to maintain that etiquette.
After walking quite a distance, Kara arrived at the gate. There she met Sir Thomas Davis, who had been waiting for her, standing near to the gate.
“I heard the news, my lady. And I truly am sorry for your loss.” Sir Thomas shared his condolences. His voice, though, was hollow and unreadable. He never really cared for Armin. In fact, he hated him. Armin and Kara were the only ones to have more authority than Thomas. Forget the condolences. He must be screaming with joy in his mind.
“Are you now, Sir Thomas?” She replied. She knew how he felt about her and Armin, and he knew that she knew. How long was she going to play this game? As long as I need to, she thought.
“Yes, my lady.”
“Open the gate,” she ordered the gatekeepers who were at the top of the wall.
“As you command, my lady,” they shouted.
Seconds letter, the gate slid up. Sir Jones and Sir Vlad stood at the front of the army. Among them were four men carrying a red coffin. There were about 50 troops on each of the coffin, and an army of at least two thousand behind them. Each one of them was holding a flower.
“Sir Jones. Sir Vlad,” she greeted both of them.
“My Lady,” both of them replied at the same time, bowing their heads.
Sir Jones looked at lady Kara in the eye. “I am sorry to be the bearer of such news, my lady. Please do forgive me and accept my condolences.” He bowed.
“Sir Jones, what is the meaning of this? What is the meaning of bringing such a large army to my village gate? Especially today of all days. It’s making me feel... Let us say, uneasy.” Her suspicion was to be expected. After all, it was the summer solstice.
“Forgive me, my lady, for my incompetence, but these are not my men. They are all lord Armin’s men and they begged me to bring them with me. They wanted to bid their last farewell at his funeral,” Sir Jones responded with uncanny respect. It was almost unnerving. It was a tradition among the people of Sizen to have the funeral in their home village.
Kara sighed inwardly after hearing those words, and her suspicions left her. “There is nothing to forgive, Sir Jones. So, these are all my husband’s men. I am very pleased to see their loyalty,” tears rolled down her eyes. “May I see my husband, please?”
“I beg your pardon, my lady. But I advise you not to see your husband’s body. You may not be able to handle yourself to see the state he is in,” Sir Vlad said.
“I want to see his body,” she ordered furiously. “Drop the barrier.” She shouted at gatekeepers.
So the golden-coloured barrier that surrounded the village disintegrated into glittering dust and vanished. Firestone was a magic item offered to the Sizen by an alchemist many years ago when the nation was first created. So that it might protect them during the summer solstice. It could produce an impregnable barrier of the element; fire. They could activate it by throwing it into the fire. And they could deactivate it by extracting it from the flames.
“Yes, my lady. But please don’t touch his body. The poison spreads like a plague, even with touch. Three of our men died because of it. Luckily, we stopped it before it spread further. It was all thanks to your husband. He managed to write the formula for antidote just before he died,” he warned her, and then told his men to bring the coffin to her and open it.
Those men cautiously approached Kara and opened the casket. There he was with his eyes open. His skin had melted and turned black. There was a smell of rotting rats mixed with rotting cabbages. He was almost unrecognisable and yet she knew it was truly him. There was a black star-shaped birthmark above his left eye.
Kara gasped at the sight of her husband. She almost collapsed to the ground and broke into tears. But she pulled herself together. She was a lady, and she had to be strong. Kara didn’t want to show her vulnerability to them. She had no choice but to conceal her emotions.
“My love, what have they done to you?” she asked, gazing into his eyes. “Who did this to him? Tell me you have found the culprit?” She asked. No matter how hard she tried to conceal her emotions, her stubborn tears just wouldn’t stop.
“I’m sorry, my lady, but we haven’t,” Sir Vlad said, staring at his knees.
“W-what do you mean you haven’t found them yet? For Undine’s shake, they killed both my husband and the King.” Her voice shook like a rumbling thunderstorm.
“We don’t know who the culprit is yet. But we are following the leads. We will find them sooner rather than later.”
“When you find them, I don’t want them dead. I want that luxury for myself,” Kara said, her eyes hollow and hateful.
“We beg your pardon, My Lady. Death is far too easy for what they have done to our King. I have far too worse in store for them than death. You may do as you please after we are done with them.”
“Fair enough,” she replied.
******* Disclaimer ********** This is a fictional work. Any names, places, events, organisations, characters, religious beliefs, cultures, and philosophy are either made up by the author or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual events or people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.This work contains mature themes such as violence, torture, and abuse. The author does not promote or condoneany of the actions depicted in the work. Please read at your own risk! *************************** Abbreviations: MIDD: Magic Items Development Department WARG: World Allied Ria's Government. Members of WARG: 1. Republic of Fortuna 2. Speir - 3. Pretas - 4. Fallen Lake - 5. The Sky Kingdom - 6. Naraka - 7. Tiryak - Other Kingdoms: Sizen Everlasting Kingdom Andruss
“Sir Jones, Sir Vlad. Please, sir, we welcome you to our village.” Sir Thomas urged them through the village gate. Vlad, being Vlad, walked into the village as if he owned the place. “You invitation warms my heart, Sir Thomas.” Kara had a hard time stifling her scoff. “It is but my pleasure,” Thomas said. Why were these two acting so formally? Something is going on here. Or am I just reading too much into things? “Where are the councillors? Are they really not here?” Kara inspected the mass of the army in front of the village. There were no luxurious wagons or palanquins that indicated the presence of the councillors. “They are on their way. We just left early to help prepare,” Sir Jones Said. Kara nodded. After walking through the street paved with cobblestones, they finally reached the magnificent castle of the water village. They entered the castle through th
[POV: Kara Davis] Echoing screams still hung in the air. Why did at times like this, everything seem to slow down? It made everything that was happening even worse. Two hulks of the man climbed up to Kara and grabbed her from either side, forcing her on her knees. Her hands pulled behind her back. Kara felt the weight of a leg pushing on her back. She tried to struggle, of course, but these men were bloody strong. Her body didn’t even twitch. Ria’s forsaken bastards. The vampires pulled their head back, mouth open wide, their fangs sleek with drooping poison. The ever-present screams in the air increased. Some wailed, some collapsed, children clinging to their parents, eyes clamped shut. “No, not them. They have done nothing wrong. Just kill me and be done with it. But please, have mercy on them. Kill me instead. Please, I’m begging you... NO... Please, don’t hurt them. NO.” Despite her wails for mercy, nobody heard, even she barely heard it.
Silver woke up to a throbbing pain in his forehead. Why was everything so dark? Silver groaned. Ria Above! The pain was killing him. He tried to rub his throbbing forehead, but he immediately pulled his hands back, wincing at the pain, motes of dried blood sticking to his fingertips. What the hell happened to me. Where am I? Silver pulled on his grace and held and held that torrent of power within him; the power that allowed him to create and manipulate water constructs. Of course, the fact that he could pull on his grace surprised him. It could only mean that the summer solstice was over. With the power of grace within him,, he could finally see his surroundings. When one pulled on grace, they would be surrounded by blue ethereal light that could illuminate the surroundings to some extent. He was greeted by walls of earth surrounding him. All the herbs he had picked were scattered around him. There was a stone with dry b
[POV: Silver Davis] The vampire hesitated for a second but quickly spoke. “You have to understand. I had no choice. We are by the order of…” The vampire made a choking noise as if he was trying to form a word, but it was stuck in his throat. Silver thought it was just an act to distract him, but then he felt something brewing in the other man’s neck. Something that chilled his spine. His primal instinct took over and Silver jumped back, pulling on as much as Grace as could. Silver was not sure what was going on, but the energy was building up in the vampire’s throat. Is this some kind of attack the vampires have? The vampire’s neck exploded in the torrent of red energy, his head spinning high-high into the air. Silver put up a wall of water in front of him in the nick of time. The force of the explosion was strong. His wall of water barely protected him. Just as the wall of water dropped, something round crashed into th
[POV: Vlad Davis] “Give me the report,” Jones Davis said. Vlad Davis inspected the parchment in his hand for a few moments. “The total death count is 26,324. We have raided 5,000 gold beads worth of accessories and other utensils from the houses. We have yet to raid the castle treasury. This will be a huge boost to our funds.” Vlad said those last words proudly as if he was the one who was spewing all that money. Jones nodded absently as if all that money meant nothing to him.“ Did you find anyone else around the houses?” “Yes 400 or so peasants.” Jones arched an eyebrow at the comment. “And were there any children?” “Children? Yes, most of them were children. Some of them grandpas and grandmas too old to get out of bed. Few adults.” “And where are they?” “The vampires sucked them dry.” Vlad puffed up his chest proud to have taken care of the nuisances. He waited for the complement he deserved. Jones backh
[POV: Colin Smith] Colin sprinted forward weaving around the trees, instinctively avoiding the undergrowth and bumps. After four long years, he was used to running around in the forest. The blasted animal was faster than he had thought. He had been following a thunder-rabbit for a few minutes now. They were a magical beast that looked similar to rabbits, only as big as a dog and their furs stood on ends with shades of purple. It was one of the few D tier beasts that also had a blood sack. Not only were their meat a delicacy, but a blood sack from a D tier beast could also be sold for three silver coins. Which was a lot of money for someone like Colin. The name may be a silver coin but it was just a copper coin with a silver coating. It was the same for the gold coin. A silver coin was worth 5 copper, and a gold coin was worth 5 silver. Gold beads had the highest value which was worth 10 gold coins. Colin had seen a gold bead
[POV: Silver Davis] Silver groaned and shifted to his side. Why was his bed so hard and uncomfortable today? And why was it shaking and rattling? Was this an earthquake? This was bad, he needed to get out of here. Silver tried to bolt upright and dash out of the room but something went wrong, his body just would not listen to him. Every fibre, every bone in his body felt limp. Silver opened his eyes, and as soon as he did his head began to throb furiously. It felt as heavy as iron. Silver groaned. Everything was dark and blurry. When he tried to lift his hand up to his face, he could not. They were strapped together behind his back. Even with how limp his entire body felt, he somehow managed to heave himself upright. The rattling and shaking had not stopped. His vision was slowly returning.His bed jolted and Silver bumped the back of his head into something hard.“Argh! Why the hell is everything moving?” Silver growled under his breath.
“Well, the Hunter’s Corps was the largest organization governed by 10 Vedic Knights, six of them being kings of allied nations. Till three years ago that is. We were attacked by Everlastings back then. With Hunter’s law being what it is they had to participate in the ‘Everlasting War’, and it wasn’t pretty. Thousands of our members were killed and many of them left us after the war. “Not many people have joined us since then. All other branches of organization were also shutdown. Now, there is only two branches left excluding this main branch, of course. To make the matter worst, most of members are just c or d ranked. And they only joined because they had no other way to earn more money. Now a days, most people prefer to join mercenary guilds. Of course, mercenary guilds are controlled by Hunter’s Corps—the only difference is they do not have to serve in the war. Though the resources you receive will be much greater in the Hunter’s Corps.”‘Hum! I knew there was war three years ago
[POV: Silver Davis]Even as April taught him everything she kept muttering, “He must really have come out from a cave.” Silver just pretended not to hear her mutters. Apparently everything she was teaching him as a common knowledge. By the time the tour was over she kept glancing at him with suspicious eyes. But in the end she shook her head and then sighed. They were back at Silver’s room. The first floor had three rooms with attached latrine/bathroom room. The ground floor had a kitchen and a hall. He gave her the spare key of the house and told her she could stay in the room next door. He was going to use the third room to potions. Silver told her she could eat something frim the freezer which the generous landlord had left for him. He then went out of the door, down the stairs and of the house. He wanted to ask April why she was sleeping in the closet but thought better of it. There was no point in trying to understand what women did and why. It would only give him a headache. He
[POV: Silver Davis. Present Time]Silver shook his head coming back to reality. There was no point in dwelling in the past. At least he didn't have nightmare today. A strange sound almost made him jump out of his bed. That was a snore. And it was coming from his room.Silver jerked his head at the closet. He heard it again. The snoring shound was coming from the closet. "Who in the deepest ocean's name is sleeping in my closet?" Well technically it wasn't his, Yet. Silver had opted to buy the house and everything in it. The land lord accepted the payment in monthly instalment. Three gold coin per month, for five years. In total he had to pay 150 gold coins fot this rundown place. But it was the cheapest deal he could find in this city, so he couldn't complain.Pulling on as much as grace as he could Silver walked to the closet and opened it. A blonde haired girl was huddled in there, snoring like there was no tomorrow. She mumbled something, and rolled over. She yelped as her face k
[POV: Silver Davis]Even as he was writing the description of the herbs and other poultices and more, they exchanged their names. The girl's name was April Young. Silver had the feeling that it wasn't her real name, but he didn't pry.“I still don't think you should go alone,” Silver said.She sniffed. Loudly. And she becomes very interested in her sword. She was caressing the hilt of the sword as if it was her long lost Child. Silver pretended not to notice the threat.In his not too subtle attempt to change the subject he said, “So do you live here alone.” She gave him a sidelong look. With a sigh, She nodded and did not say anything else. There was something there, something in her hesitation. She was definitely running from something or hiding from someone. Perhaps she had run away from home. What was wrong with him? Why would he care if She had run away or murdered someone? It should not matter to him, he should be grateful to her nonetheless. She had saved his life. But it was l
[POV: Silver Davis]Silver tossed and turned. Would someone please stop battering his head with a stick, it was not a drum, it thrummed painfully. Silver knew something about that thought did not sound right but he did not care at the moment.He realized that it was not just his head that was throbbing like a drum. It was his entire body. Oh, Undine! How it hurt. Silver groaned. Silver opened his eyes, well tried to. His stubborn eyes would not listen to him. After an eternity of struggle, he finally managed to open them. Everything was a blur as if he was looking into the world through a hazy mist. As his vision cleared the first thing he saw was a little girl with blonde wavy hair that went down to her hips. On closer inspection, he realized she was no little girl. By her face, she was probably as old as him and taller besides. For some reason knowing there was a girl of his age who was taller than him gnawed him to no end."Finally, thank the gods," the girl said with a relieved si
[POV: Colin Smith]The pentagram crackling and popping with violet energy spilled black smoke with a tinge of ember-like glow. From the smoke came 10s if not hundreds of burning obsidian chains with arrowheads and attacked everything that was alive within the area of effect. One of the chains went right through the stomach of a vampire. The vampire’s stomach was reduced to ash, and the rest of his body followed like a disease. In a matter of seconds, hundreds of vampires were reduced to dust, and not even the plants and other lifeforms in the areas were spared. Everything alive was reduced to dust by those burning chains. Vampires ran in every direction, trampling their fellow soldiers. Some of them slumped to the ground with dazed eyes and muttering prayers for mercy. Others collapsed with eyes rolled up behind their heads. Colin tried to ignore the shouts and screams of terror as he was committing genocide. Colin constantly pulled a stream of grace from his grace pool and pushed it
[POV: Colin Smith]Colin pulled on more grace using 20% of his ability. Now his chains made short work of the beast by beheading. The headless bodies of the beasts sprayed blood like erupting volcanos. The three riders crashed to the ground rather unceremoniously. One of them was crushed under the weight of the Pyromuthos that was still twitching. Blood slowly pooled under the bodies of the dying beasts. Without wasting time colin beheaded the two reaming riders. Colin knew that he was in the maw of a beast but, he couldn't help but glance at the three massive heads of those Pyromuthos. Pyromuthos were B-rank beasts, almost an A-rank and they had two blood sacks one behind each ear. That meant a lot of money was sprawled uselessly near Colin and he couldn't help but get greedy. He just wanted to throw the caution to the wind and grab those blood sacks. Colin summoned two of his chains and wrapped them around the ankles of two Vampires who were almost on top of him and began to swing
[POV: Silver Davis] All elementals had an equal amount of grace. No one knew the reason for this, but it was an undeniable truth. This meant that the true strength of each elemental was determined by their talents. Silver, however, was a strange case. He was born with a weak body which affected his ability to pull on grace. Just pulling on a third of his grace exhausted him. However, if he pushed his limit even further, he would pass out for hours. The Windstone helped him somewhat. It didn’t increase his grace pool, no, but it increased his ability to pull on his grace. In fact, with the Windstone, his ability to pull on grace was now as much as the added ability of two elementals. That, of course, meant that his grace would deplete twice the speed of others of his people. But that was no longer his problem. His grace was somehow twice as much as before. He had noticed it a fe
[POV: Silver Davis] Vlad shot forward like a human-sized bolt of lightning. Silver sidestepped just in time to avoid the human lightning which screeched past him, skidding across the earth, showering dirt to either side. He heard a growl from Vlad. Lightning was streaking around him in flashes of purple. Silver danced with them, weaving around the bolts, again filled with grace, to the brim. The odd thing was the lightning was behaving like… like the lightning in the sky, arching in the random direction, mostly downwards. These odd, arching attacks made it easier for Silver to dodge them. But how could that be? It was a construct of grace, not real lightning. The other man should have better control over his own constructs. Then Silver saw the sheer number of flashes scratching about. Of course, the sheer number of attacks should make it difficult to control. Why follow such a tactic, though? It would have been better if he used more concise attacks rather th