Wednesday, May 16, 2018

It Comes For Those Who Don't Run Part 13



One wrong turn and it has found you again...

Returning to work for Katim after being manipulated into helping him kill his father broke something in Aennin's resigned cooperation. He still kept his head down and did his job for the most part, but he found it harder and harder over the next week to hide his growing contempt for his boss. Katim couldn't have expected Aennin to remain ignorant of his father's fate forever, which might have been the reason for his patience with his push back. When Aennin shrugged off his attempts at conversation, he would smile. When Aennin said something snarky, he would dispense with his usual veiled threats and put him down with his wit. The more Aennin tried to distance himself from Katim, the closer they seemed to get, no matter how baldly he expressed his disdain.

With Katim's increased attention, Aennin began to worry that he would never see Nazan again. The warning of the boy's only friend that Katim's eyes were everywhere seemed to hold true especially in his case. They were even walking home together.

One day, eight days after Morrin's death, Katim had accompanied Aennin home from the pub after a long delivery that had taken him up to the surface, through the Elder district of Bluegold Way. He was tired, and not in the mood to be on his guard. But Katim had made an excuse of picking up Kana for her shift at the bar, so he couldn't excuse himself. As Aennin reached for the front door back home, though, Katim took him by the shoulders and pinned him to the wall.

"I think we need to have a quick chat," he whispered. "Invite me into your home."

That would certainly be a change of pace for the two of them, Aennin thought. He never wanted Katim in his home less than he did then, but there was nothing to be gained from resisting him now but further terror.

"Come in, then," Aennin replied sulkily. He shoved his way past Katim and opened the door. "Try not to trip over some part of my life you've broken on the way in."

"That's what I'm talking about," Katim moaned dramatically once he was past the threshold. "I just did you a huge favor, but I get the feeling you don't appreciate it."

Aennin closed the door with a scoff. "Please, explain to me how killing my father was a favor to me."

"How would letting him live have been?" Katim retorted with a smirk. "You and I both know that Morrin was a piece of trash. All I did was prevent you from dragging you down with him."

"Is that what you think you did?" Aennin wrinkled his nose. "He already pulled that off when you came into our lives!"

Katim chuckled and nodded in good nature. "You got me there. But things can always be so much worse, like they would have been if the fat bastard had followed through on his plan to collect you and your sister and flee the city without squaring his debt to me."

Had they really been that close to escaping their debtor? Aennin gave away this thought with a gulp. His father had spent his final moments plotting his and Kana's rescue and he himself had been involved in squashing that hope.

"Let's be clear, kid," Katim growled, a faint trace of his usual danger glinting in his expression. "Morrin's plan would never have worked. The people he tried to pay off to help you escape work for me and the guards who watch the city gates are on my payroll. And I do mean for every shift. No one that I have a personal interest in can leave this city without my knowledge."

He glanced toward the stairs and added. "Even if everything had gone exactly as Morrin had planned, all three of you would be dead somewhere on the road to Oasis right now."

Aennin lowered his eyes and sighed, knowing that what he was hearing was true immediately. It wasn't as if he had come to trust Katim, but he knew full well that this man's word was as strong as iron. Katim wasn't the sort of man who felt the need to lie often. He dissembled with the authorities who would occasionally call on him at the pub, sure, and he would intentionally omit any details he didn't want others to know, but nothing Katim has ever said to Aennin has proven to be untrue in the past.

"Hey!" Katim said in a more comforting tone. "There's no need for you to bring back the tortured routine! I was starting to get used to the new you!"

"Should I tell you the truth more often?" Aennin grumbled halfheartedly.

"It would help your position a lot more than this meek shit you first came to me with." Katim smirked and ruffled Aennin's hair, causing him to flinch.

"Gods! You're really terrified of me, aren't you?"

Aennin shook his head with barely restrained fury. "I don't like when people touch my hair."

Katim snickered. "If you say so! Keep up the new attitude at work, Aennin. I'll make you one of us yet and, when that day comes, you'll be making more money than you know what to do with!"

"The only money I want is to pay your damned debt so I never have to see your face again!" Aennin snarled, his anger nearing its peak. Who was this bastard to talk so casually, even positively, about murdering his father? Did he really think he and Aennin were ever going to be friends?

Katim didn't get a chance to return as Kana had chosen that moment to come downstairs. If the incredulous expression she aimed toward her sibling was any indication, she had overheard what Aennin had just said. He would have to explain later, but he had the feeling Katim would do the honors when she blanketed the boss with apologies on his behalf on their way to the pub.

"Ah, there you are!" Katim said cheerfully. "We've got a busy night at the pub, tonight? I hope you plan to bring some pep today!"

"As much as I can spare, sir," Kana said quietly once she was at the bottom of the steps. 

Katim sighed dramatically and shook his head. "That doesn't sound like much. Come on!"

So, Kana and Katim left the apartment and made for the now-familiar pub, leaving Aennin alone to find his way up to bed. He trudged up the stairs, feeling older somehow as he did so. Is this how his mother felt whenever she had to use the stairs? Perhaps this sensation had something to do with why she spent most of her time in that old chair. The boy shook off his fatigue as well as he could even as he pushed open his bedroom door. He may have been tired, but he was too young to feel that tired. 

When he finally put his head to his pillow, though, his thoughts were interrupted by a strange, melodic laugh that sounded like it was coming from a woman. Aennin was quickly able to rule out his sister's sudden return as the voice sounded higher, like the laugh of a teenage girl. He looked around and saw nothing but his shadow cast on a wall by his bedside lamp, a self-made contraption of metal and blue crystals that were formed in the shape of a clock. But still, he stood up to get a closer look. The shadow looked so unlike his own  at that moment. He didn't see the boy he was, but a much taller, bulkier man adorned in what appeared to be a horned helmet. 

"What vermin!" A girl's voice hissed, although no one was around. 

Aennin was startled by the sound, so much so that he dived back into the bed, seeking safety in the comfort of his blanket. The futile gesture only provoked another chuckle from the unseen presence.

"He's trying to change you in a way that suits me," she added in a whisper. "But he is so arrogant that he truly believes he's doing it purely for his own benefit! You should kill him, not only for what he's done to you, but his hubris!"

Aennin folded his pillow around his head, unable to believe what he was hearing. But nothing he did to muffle his hearing made the voice any less audible.

"I guess we'll talk later, then! Stay alive, boy," the girl said in a singsong voice. "You're not allowed to die by anyone's hand but mine!"

Saturday, May 12, 2018

The Confectioner's Secret

Walking into Spring Confections is a magical experience. One could say that anything in the Chosen Land is a magical experience, but to say that doesn't do justice to the feeling that filled every second of my first visit. It's quickly become my favorite store in the capitol. It's one thing that Deidre Dario's candy is so delicious and aesthetically pleasing; those are just the properties of any successful candy shop. But there's more to it than that. 

If you look closely enough, you can see some of the more creative pieces moving ever so slightly. Her life-sized chocolate lynx bares its fangs a little sometimes. The fey creatures molded from marshmallows wander around their little diorama of candy flowers when they think no one is looking. The icing on Mrs. Dario's hand cakes seem to glow with an ethereal light. None of her stock has proven to be dangerous as far as I or any of my friends and family are aware, but there is something curious about it all. The most telling fact is that no one claims to see any of this. It would have been easy to dismiss this as mere hallucinations, but I didn't want to let myself belief that there was anything wrong with my brain. That's why I had to see for myself if this was all real, and how it worked. 

Sure that this was no way to prove I wasn't crazy, I decided to hide from Mrs. Dario as she closed her shop. When Spring Confections locked its doors for the night, everything came to life in a way that it never had during business hours. The marshmallow fey were not beginning to dance around in jubilee and the cream puff birds twittered around the ceiling. The chocolate lynx even jumped down from its display and began to pad around the room like a real cat on the hunt. It nearly tore my leg off when it found me hiding behind the hand cake display. Unfortunately this caused a commotion that gave my trespass away almost immediately. 

When Deidre discovered me cowering behind the shop counter, however, she wasn't particularly upset to see me there. I pleaded with her to accept the truth that I hadn't come to steal or break anything anyway. Although she seemed to be grilling me for answers about my intentions there at first, it didn't take long for me to realize that she was only messing around with me. In truth, she had been well aware of my curiosity and had been anticipating this very encounter for weeks. When I asked why, she told me that the fey in the store noticed me staring at them. She complimented me for realizing something was unusual about her store, believing that it was a sign of fate. Then, she offered me a job.

I was so excited to have had everything I ever believed about the store confirmed, but I wanted to know how she was doing all this. That made the choice to become her apprentice an easy one. For the first few months, I had been restricted to selling her products during the day, but I served Deidre faithfully. When I had been working at the shop for half a month, she finally rewarded my loyalty by trusting me to stay after closing and assist her in the making of her sweets. It was then I finally learned the secret of  Deidre's candy making.

As it turned out, the products in this store come to life because of an agreement Deidre has made with fey creatures. She consorts with an unheard of race of flatland nymphs from Flora Field who bestow their magic upon her creations, giving them each a shadow of their own lives. Part of my training with this great confectioner involved meeting these creatures for myself and forming a bond with them. As it turns out, the nymphs enjoy candy more than anything else. For every bit of magic they lent to me, that was their toll.

Since then, I have also begun to create living candy like she can, but what I can do barely scratches the surface of Deidre's talent. She revealed to me that she's something called a feykin. The nymphs' trust in her is so strong that she gained the ability to use their power for herself. This has not only allowed her to produce her magical confections without cost, but she now has full control over the spells that go into them. 

It was truly miraculous to see her magic at work, and a wonderful gift to learn from her. When I asked what I could have done to deserve this, Deidre smirked and told me that she had sought the perfect apprentice for a long time and I had impressed her with my awareness of her fey friends. Even with their powers at her disposal, she couldn't live forever, after all. It is her hope that I will be the one to inherit her vision for Spring Confections because she can no longer trust her daughters to take it over. This store exists to bring joy to all, and I am proud to have been entrusted with its future.

Thursday, May 10, 2018

Death Touch Chapter 35 (NO LONGER CANON)



Mia

Frustration pounded in Mia’s head as she felt herself awaken at the sound of someone brushing through foliage. She rolled groggily onto her back as she tried to make sense of her position. She saw that the sun was low on the horizon and cursed herself for her mistake. Then she cursed Sara with double the anger for falling for her own tricks. A whole day, lost!

The rustling among the flowers grew louder, stirring her ever closer to full alertness. She turned to see what appeared to be five large men with thick coal black skin towering above her. Seeing the three horns and spiked tail were enough for the assassin to identify these creatures according to Sara’s description earlier. Maulans!

Her drowsiness quickly forgotten, Mia willed herself to her feet as quickly as her momentarily numb body would allow her and looked around wildly for her unlikely companion. Sara didn’t seem to be in the vicinity. In fact, Mia didn’t appear to be anywhere close to the pond that had been nearby when she fell asleep. She staggered backwards while considering running. She should have whipped out her gun and started firing into their necks-- the creature’s only known weak point. But while caught in the grip of this valley’s pacifying magic, fighting back didn’t even occur to her.

Mia watched as the maulans flicked their tails dangerously, daring her to stand still so they could strike. She felt helpless as she began to back away more quickly. The maulans should have been rendered harmless by the fey as well, but it was starting to look like they weren’t even affected at all. Run, damn it! 

Mia finally shocked herself into turning around and running more quickly than she ever had before, realizing as she did just how unusual it was for her to be running away from something. She had only done so for the first time in years a few short days ago when she had to escape from her cell in Beldor. But this was the first time she felt genuinely terrified. Spellwarriors chasing her through open streets could never have hoped to catch her, but this was much different. The flowers in her way slowed her down, but the creatures who pursued her streaked rather quickly through the field by following in her wake. I’m not fast enough!

She was at a loss. They were close to catching up and didn’t appear to be tiring in the slightest. She was alone and unable to fight back. Her only hope was to clear Flora Field and make her stand outside the confines of this damnable field. But there was no telling how far she would have to run. She dared not look up to figure out which way she was going, fearful of slowing down or--

She then tripped over an exposed root to one of the field’s larger, tree-like flowers. She cursed as she scrambled to her feet in a panic, but the chase was over before she could begin to run again. They were already whipping their tails at her. Years of practice at dodging was all that protected her now. Or so it seemed.

Mia’s heart felt like it was about to explode as her panic reached a fever pitch. But just then, a strong gust began to sweep the surrounding plant-life away. The ensuing wind caused the maulan’s tails to flail around slightly, causing their tail jabs to miss even more wildly before. Although, a more logical Mia would have recognized this as a sign of good luck, the gust only intensified her alarm. What the hell now?

As the wind intensified with the assassin’s fear, she could see the creatures struggling to maintain their footing. It was at this point that Mia realized what was happening to her. More storm magic that she’d have to learn to control.

Mia began to laugh as the first of the maulans was pulled toward the tornado small that now circled the ground before her. “I should find myself a phobia!”

Soon, all five of the creatures were drawn into the vortex, but curiously the champion was unaffected by the wind. This didn’t make her completely safe, however, as she learned when they began to whip their tails out at her as she passed. These bastards are persistent!

Mia watched her pursuers as her apparent magic tossed them around for several minutes. She might have used this time to plan her next move if she weren’t taking so much satisfaction in the spectacle before her. Unfortunately, her returning calm began to slow down the wind. She was close to running again when something else she didn’t expect happened. Clusters of thorned roots exploded from the ground and began to ensnare the maulans. All 20 limbs, 15 horns and 5 torsos and tails were bound in stems. Okay, why not?

“I must not have made myself clear the last time!” A familiar voice called out from behind.

Mia turned to see Millie the fey spellwarrior, stomping up to the cluster of wrapped maulans with a livid expression.

“I told two of you that maulans are not welcome here!” She raged as she held her hands up in what Mia assumed was some sort of spellweaving gesture. “This is supposed to be a safe space of communion for mortals and fey, but you people never follow the rules!”

Mia finally found herself starting to like the floral sprite as she walked right up to the struggling beasts. With a swipe of her arm, all five of the maulans instantly disappeared and the roots that held them began to sink back into the ground. Mia whistled as the spellwarrior turned back to her with a smirk.

“What did you do?”

Millie smiled and glanced somewhere to the east. “A quick targeted translocation. They won’t be back for a loooong time!”

“Where are they?” Mia asked, duly impressed with what she was hearing.

“On the ocean floor, hundreds of miles away from the coast.”

Mia snickered and shook her head. “Well, thanks for the assist and… uh…” She began to survey the carnage that had stricken the plants around them. “Sorry for the tornado. I didn’t know I could do that.”

Millie gave the champion an appraising look and chuckled. “Really? An instinctive user of storm magic sounds very uncommon. In fact, since I don’t know anybody who’s heard of one, I’d even be willing to call you unique."

Mia shrugged and nodded awkwardly. “Well, for some reason, Salica thinks I need to be able to do that. She’s shown a lot more faith in me than I deserve.”

“Interesting!” the spellwarrior chirped with an inquisitive stare. “You know, Hem Academy put out the word that we were all to assist some people favored by the Gods as champions. My plan was to put the safety of my home first, but if you’re to be believed, I may have followed that order by accident!”

Mia shook her head impatiently. “This is too weird for me. Two days ago, I was no friend to any spellwarrior, but now you people are all over my business!”

Millie shook her head and chuckled. “Actually, two days ago, you were still asleep.”

“What?!” Mia barked suddenly. “How long have I been out?”

“Almost a week,” the spellwarrior said with a shrug.

“A week?!” Mia screeched in renewed alarm. “If you knew, why didn’t you try to wake us up?”

“Should I have?” the spellwarrior asked indifferently. “Lots of people meet with members of the Serene clergy to have themselves put to sleep here. For all I knew you were both suffering from nightmare-induced insomnia!”

“Wait! What about my--” the next word got stuck in her throat for a moment. “--friend?”

“The woman who put you to sleep carried her out of the valley, somewhere to the north.”

“And you didn’t think that there was anything wrong with two women you knew were looking for one of Maula’s cronies being knocked out and separated?”

“Yeah, I might have been a little distracted in my duties,” Millie replied with a frown. “I may as well redeem myself by helping you find your friend, since I’m supposed to be protecting you anyway.”

Just like that, Mia started to dislike Millie again.

“If you know which way they might have gone, just tell me,” the champion grumbled. “If they’re outside this field, there’s absolutely no reason I can’t save her on my own.”

Millie shook her head. “Unfortunately, I don’t. Unless you have some experience in tracking, you’re going to need my help and I’m happy to give it!”

Mia sighed and growled, “Fine, but you’d better not be wasting my time!”

“I’m hurt!” Millie whined. “I’ve given you no reason to suspect I’m not good at my job! How was I to know that I’d need to protect anyone from a mortal here?”

Mia glared at the spellwarrior. “Your excuses sound like a waste of time to me!”

“Oh fine!” the sprite said as she reached into the cleavage of her dress. 

Moments later, she withdrew one of those tiny, curved cones that Mia recalled were used by spellwarriors to summon their mounts. She blew into the narrow end, but no sound came out. Mia watched as flowers in the distance began to rustle.

“C’mere, Vinca!”

In response, a large wolf with a beautiful mane of white hair flecked with green bounded gracefully into the clearing that Mia had made. The beast seemed to float as she galloped to the spellwarrior and began to nuzzle her affectionately.

“Come on, girl!” Millie said, giggling madly. “I just saw you a few minutes ago! Stop!”

Mia watched impatiently as she struggled to get the enthusiastic wolf under control. When she was finally atop Vinca’s back, she offered a hand to the champion. Mia swallowed her chagrin and climbed aboard and took a seat behind the spellwarrior.

“Hang on!” Millie shouted excitedly.

With the help of the spellwarrior’s lupine companion, it only took an hour to find where Sara had been dragged: a small cavern that Millie had referred to as Resbroka Grotto. Mia felt a surge of excitement as the predatory urges that she had become so used to returned to her. Together, she and Millie dismounted and were just about to enter the cave when a boy approached them from behind and called out to then.

“Sen na sai crana eka grag Maula,” he said with a smile.

Mia narrowed her eyes as she studied the boy who had come to follow her. He appeared to be a teenager--maybe two years younger than her--whose skin was brown and completely hairless and who was dressed only in white cotton shorts that were impossibly clean for all the dirt that surrounded them. He seemed to be marked from head to toe with white tattoos that Mia could surmise were druidic patterns thanks to the expertise of Camellia, one of her fellow compatriots in the Scarlet Starlings. Yes, yes, they’re druidic! No need to go thinking about old memories now!

“I don’t know ancient, kid!” the champion called back. “Can you even speak with modern people?”

The boy shook his head apologetically. “I’m sorry! I have been speaking the old language for so long that it’s become second nature! I don’t even realize I am doing it sometimes!”

“What do you want?” Mia snapped. “We’re kind of in the middle of something!”

“I only mean to warn you that a servant of Lady Maula is hiding within this cave!” the boy said with a cringe. “It falls to me to confront her, but I must counsel you to leave this place for your own safety.”

“I know about the witch,” Mia growled impatiently. “I’m actually here for her, so if you want me to leave, you’d better be prepared to make me.”

“I cannot stop you if you wish to rush into such danger, but please at least stay behind me,” the boy said as he began to walk into the cave.

Millie and Mia shared a look of confusion before jogging to catch up with the boy, who seemed to stride into the relative darkness with a sense of purpose.

“Wait a minute!” Mia hissed. “What does this have to do with you?”

The boy stopped in his tracks and bowed slightly. “I have been chosen by Lord Kerun to help stop his sister and her servants from destroying this land.”

Mia smacked her forehead impatiently with her palm. “You’re a Champion too? Who are you?”

Recognition seemed to flood the boy’s face. “I see! You must have been chosen by one of the other gods! Let’s see… I think I feel Lady Salica’s solidarity in you!”

“How perceptive,” Mia grumbled. “How about you answer my question instead of your own?”

“I am called Kevin,” the newfound champion said with a friendly smile.

“Kevin what?”

“Oh, I have no family name,” Kevin said with a shake of his head. “The druidic commune that found me as a baby didn’t see any need to give me one.”

“Kevin’s a pretty funny name for a druid,” Millie said as she conjured a ball of light to illuminate their way forward.

“My name is all I have left of my family,” Kevin said with a shrug.

“Well, Kevin the druid, it’s nice to meet you!” Millie said with a sweet grin.

Who the fuck has time for this? “Yeah, yeah, let’s get acquainted later! I’m trying to rescue someone!”

Kevin nodded and strolled deeper into the cave silently. He seemed to be an awkward kid, not that Mia came to think of it. He didn’t seem to care that anyone else was there. He appeared to be concerned with his mission and little else. Without any engagement from Millie or Mia, he seemed perfectly content to focus on his objective. It’s nice to have such an efficient ally for a change! As they watched the boy walk from behind, Millie leaned in to whisper to Mia.

“Hey! Do you want to hear something cool about that boy’s ink?”

Mia didn’t bother to speak, but looked at her with her eyebrows raised. 

“Those tattoos are like welcoming messages to me and other fey,” Millie said with a grin. “I think he’s made a contract with the elder of some fey village.”

“Oh, then it’ll probably look pretty when he decides to make himself useful,” Mia grumbled.

Just then, Kevin disappeared around a corner that Mia had nearly missed in the semidarkness. As she turned to follow, she found what she was looking for. The oni priestess who had put her in her current predicament stood over Sara’s prone form, muttering to herself as she waved her hand over the other champion. When she saw the three people who invaded her dank sanctum, she stood up and regarded them with a cruel smile.

“Well! I was planning to come back for you once I finished with this one, but you seem to have decided to save me the trouble of carrying you,” she said with a smile that looked innocent, but reeked of intent that was anything but.

Millie, who had been staring at Sara, asked, “What are you doing to her?”

“There is great power in the soul of one who is favored by the gods,” the witch said with a roll of her eyes. “This is something that appeals to me. Feel free to use your imagination.”

“No need!” Mia growled threateningly. “It’s going to stop now if you’re interested in keeping the same amount of blood in your body!”

Adaling laughed mirthlessly as she gave Mia a lazy wave of her hand. “The Death Goddess dubs thee… Rego! Wargo! Lugo!”

The witch’s incantation caused three burly maulans to appear in the narrow space between herself and her foes, causing Mia to click her tongue impatiently. She was in a position to fight back this time, but she wasn’t left with nearly enough to move around. Avoiding their tails would be a problem. She had to think about how to work around this, but she didn’t have long to consider her strategy before Kevin stepped forward and began to approach the maulans. He did so casually, seemingly without any fear of their tails. 

“What the hell are you doing?” Mia shouted in disbelief.

Kevin made no effort to dodge the maulans’ tail strikes, which in turn failed to even penetrated his skin. He only continued his apparently pleasant stroll until he was close to touch the creatures. When he pressed his palm to the torso of the first, he began to scream in agony as his body began to dissolve as if affected by his own poison. Kevin repeated whatever he had done twice more, leaving Adaling alone with her prisoner once more. With a snarl, she whipped her arm across the room, causing a cold feeling to come over Mia and everyone else in the room.

“I’m not sure what the hell that was, but it looks like you’re outmatched here,” the assassin said with a smirk as she tried to get closer to the witch, only to be stopped in her tracks by Millie.

“Wait! Don’t move!” Millie shouted urgently as she pointed to the ground beneath them.

Mia followed the spellwarrior’s gaze down to her feet, between which a black stalactite seemed to be protruding. She nudged the spike with her foot, which seemed to cause it to grow slightly. 

“If you don’t hold absolutely still, that thing is going to keep growing from your own shadow until it impales you,” Millie said breathlessly. “I hate this spell! It’s too evil!”

Kevin continued to stare Adaling down for a moment longer before opening his mouth. From it, a dozen tiny winged creatures with white fur swarmed out toward the witch. With a hiss of frustration, Adaling floored the majority of them with a spell which conjured a sickle of black light that Mia might have remembered seeing Seth use in one of his RGT matches. Only one of these new creatures remained flying after this assault and, considering the way it began to bob through the air, it didn’t seem unharmed. The creature retreated to Kevin, who opened his mouth and swallowed it once more. Once he did so, the druidic markings that covered his entire body changed from white to black. 

“Those were eversprites!” Millie whispered excitedly to Mia. “Oh my gods! He’s a feykin!”

As Kevin began to walk once more, a spike began to grow from his shadow as well. But he seemed unconcerned as it grew and grew until it should have skewered him. Instead of harming him, the shadow began to phase harmlessly through his body.

“Thanks to those eversprites he conjured, he’s immune to her shadow magic!” Millie chattered, adding to Mia’s irritation.

“Okay, what’s a feykin?” Mia grumbled, more out of frustration with finding herself helpless again than genuine curiosity. 

“Feykin are mortals who have formed a connection with the fey,” Millie explained while Adaling lashed out with her shadow claw spell. “That means he can use our powers! His hands pulse with the light of a kerunite’s eyes, which explained what happens to the maulans! Hell! I bet he can spit lava like a magmadon or even inflict maulan venom with his touch!”

“Eversprite magic won’t protect you from this!” Adaling hissed! “Amul dala!”

Black flames suddenly erupted from Kevin’s shorts, causing him to jump in alarm, howling in pain.

“He’s going to need our help! How do we get out of this spell?” Mia snapped curtly. 

“There is no escape!” Millie wailed. “We have to wait for the spell to wear off or for the caster to voluntarily remove it!”

Mia was already beginning to feel stiff. “Fantastic!”

Suddenly, Mia felt a gentle rush of air as someone ran past them. It was too dark to identify the person who had rushed into the room with a spear, but they moved more quickly than Adaling could react. With a mighty whack of the stranger’s weapon, Adaling crumpled to the ground. The newcomer began to whoop excitedly, revealing herself to be a teenage girl with her voice.

“Yeah, take that you bastard!” she shouted jubilantly. “Thanks for the diversion!”

“My hero!” Millie exclaimed enthusiastically.

“Who are you?” Mia called out as she peered through the darkness to identify the other girl.

As the girl rushed over to help Kevin put out the fire on his legs, the light of the flames allowed Mia to recognize the girl who had fought with the other two champions on Team Salamander. A Desmond. Just then, another voice echoed off the cavern walls behind her.

“What’s the holdup? It’s been over six days now!”

Mia couldn’t turn to identify the voice, but she had recognized it from the festival. Midas!

Seth strode past the two women and kneeled over Sara to revive her. The Acolyte sat up weakly, looking far more exhausted than Mia had felt when she woke up. Still stuck, she could only watch as Seth instructed Sara in how to pull the chain out of the oni witch’s chest. It was hard not to feel bitter as she waited out the shadow spike. Everyone seemed to be doing something that helped in their quest right now besides her. She didn’t like to watch events unfolding around her. It reminded her too much of the night she lost her birth parents and, more recently, the night Mario died.. She had spent her life getting stronger to avoid the sense of uselessness she felt then.

It was then that Mia realized that she stopped being in control of her life when she agreed to be a Champion.

Next Chapter

Tuesday, May 8, 2018

Death Touch Chapter 34



Sara

“Why are we the ones who have to walk?”

Knowing Mia wasn’t just complaining on her own behalf eased the patience that Sara was forcing herself to show at this moment. The two of them had left the capitol behind that very morning, following a night in the Serene temple. Clint was supposed to be with them, but he had changed his mind at the last minute and went with Maya to go look for Seth. This left Mia and Sara alone to continue their trek to Foldo on foot while Clint took their only conveyance with him. Neither of the women were in perfect health after their confrontation with Anthony Clark the previous day, nor had they established a rhythm of conversation that could be considered pleasant.

All told, neither Sara nor Mia was having a pleasant journey, even as they approached the edge of the valley which marked their next goal. Even all of the splendor of Flora Field, which its seemingly endless expanse of various flowers, failed to lift the young acolyte’s spirits. The multi-colored land before them should have been a real-life sample of Serenity’s beauteous touch, but escaping death in the midst of the Summer Festival had left her in a more Chaotic mood. No one ever said this was going to be easy!

“Well, it’s only fair, I think,” Sara answered steadily. “Seth was the one who rented the sky rug, so it was always his to use. Besides that, from what we’ve been told by Lady Midas, Seth may not be reaching our meeting place under his own power.

“If that’s the case, why not go with him?” Mia snapped impatiently. “I’ve heard of this Demon Knight and I’m not even confident that all four of the others will be enough to finish him off. So why are you guys always splitting up?”

“We each have our own paths to walk,” Sara replied with a glance at the spear that jutted out from behind her left shoulder. “Seth’s strength, Clint’s wisdom, and my protection are pieces of a larger puzzle, but they are also individual qualities. We must trust in these qualities, wherever they take us and have faith that it will all lead to the ends we need.”

“And I suppose my piece of the puzzle would be motivating you with fear to keep your thoughts straight enough that you can answer answer a simple question?” Mia hissed testily.

“It doesn’t matter that we aren’t together,” Sara said, holding tightly to her patience. “Seth had no say in where he was going, and Clint didn’t believe that leaving him and the others to fend for themselves was best. For our part, there is another champion of Maula in our path who needs our attention. That’s just the way it is.”

They began to make their way into the field of flowers, many of which rested at the end of stems that were taller than they were. Once they crossed into this magical place, a peaceful calm came over them. Serenity’s power was especially strong here, gripping them with a strong disinclination towards violent thoughts. Sara looked over to Mia with a grin, eager to see how she would handle being pacified. 

“Well, it does no good to complain about it,” Mia grumbled, her expression only a shadow of the annoyance she felt before. “I just wish we had been a little smarter about this, you know?”

Sara gave a careless shrug as they began to lose sight of the plains behind them. “I wouldn’t worry. Our destination lies at the other end of this field and we’re not exactly in danger here.”

“Maybe that’s why we needed to split up,” Mia uttered in a deadpan tone. “I haven’t felt an ounce of aggression since I walked into this place. Something tells me that spellwarrior would be useless without that.”

Sara nodded. “Perhaps. I don’t know Seth all that well, but Clint once told me that his family bloodline is about to die out. It seems that the Midases were a warrior clan known for always rushing headfirst into danger. A place like this would only bore him.”

Suddenly a foreign, female-sounding voice piped up. “It didn’t the last time he visited!”

The champions both froze in their tracks at the same time and urgently scanned for the source of the voice. An impish giggle ensued when both had turned on the spot at least twice each.

“I’m a little closer than that!”

“Where are you?” Sara called out.

“Fuck that! Who are you?” Mia interjected.

“Here!” the voice called out, drawing their attention to a sunflower swaying on the ground in their path.

The flower began to quiver excitedly as it grew ever taller. It’s stem began to widen and take on a pale, fleshy color while its petals began to stretch into long fibers and its head began to expand and reform into the shape of a human face before their eyes. Sara grinned as the flower completed its transformation into a woman close to her in age with flowing brown hair who wore a golden sun dress. Such a chance encounter was only to be expected in this valley, but she was excited nonetheless to finally meet a fey creature. Such was a gift that every Serene cleric longed for, but few ever realized.

“You’re a floral sprite!” Sara exclaimed, for lack of a more auspicious reply to the creature’s entrance.

“Last time I checked,” the sprite said with a grin as she sauntered over to Sara.

“You know Seth, right?” Sara muttered uncomfortably as the strange woman closed the space between them alarmingly quickly.

“We used to go out at the Academy,” the fey said with a smirk, “But who cares about him? He’s long gone!”

“We do!” Mia snapped. “We’re in the middle of something important together! If you aren’t here to help us, you should go back to sucking nutrients out of the ground and leave us alone!”

“How rude!” the fey replied as she pouted to Mia. “I don’t go wandering through your home and snap at you for being a good host, so why would you do that to me?”

“Forget her,” Sara said without looking at the others. She was talking to both of them at the same time, but didn’t want to say so. Figuring that she couldn’t afford to alienate the locals, she added. “You said you went to Hem Academy. Does that mean you’re a spellwarrior?”

Mia sighed as the fey sidled up to Sara and draped an arm over her shoulder. “I am! The first of my kind, no less! The elder bloom thought that’d be the easiest way to get the spellwarriors to pay any attention to this settlement. There’s little call for warriors here, but the magic I’ve learned there has helped to keep everyone safe!”

“So, you defend the other floral sprites?” Sara asked.

“I defend all of the fey that live here. Me and my friend Bear,” the sprite said with a smile. “Lady Millie Flora, at your service.”

“If you don’t know where we can find any champions of Maula, your services don’t matter to us,” Mia growled. “We already have a spellwarrior in the group.”

Millie began to look around while humming to herself. “I don’t know anything about Maula. She has servants in the fey community, but they aren’t welcome here.”

“You mean maulans?”

Millie nodded. “I found a pair of them lurking about earlier and threw them out. Neither of them seemed like champions to me, stalking some woman.”

Sara’s heart skipped a beat. “What about that woman? Did you talk to her?”

Millie sighed and locked eyes with Sara. “Why should we talk about her? She’s not much friendlier than your… friend, here, but I’m pretty sure she’s harmless!”

Sara tried to step away from the spellwarrior, but she moved with her. In her pacified state, even the thought of pushing her away failed to occur to her. With a rueful shake of her head, she said, “We’re here to find someone who serves Maula, who a higher-ranked member of your order confirmed is here. Has this woman been here for a long time?”

“About a week,” Millie said as she released the acolyte with a frown. “I know where she is now. I’ll take you to her.”

The two champions followed their new spellwarrior escort deeper into the thicket of flowers and walked in relative silence for several minutes. Millie constantly shot glances back toward Sara as they walked, which she pretended not to notice. Finally, Millie stopped in her tracks and held a hand up to halt the others.

“She’s just ahead,” she whispered, although neither champion could see anyone else through the flowers. “If you need anything else from yours truly, don’t hesitate to ask the sunflowers! They’re all connected to me, so I’ll be able to come running eventually!”

Before either of the women could respond, the sprite vanished.

“Let’s get this over with,” Mia grumbled as she raised a hand to part their way through the thicket ahead. 

Sara would follow her into a wide clearing which enclosed a pond of the clearest water. On the opposite side of the water sat a woman with her back to them. She was adorned in the green robes of a Serene acolyte and even had the same hair color as Sara. She might have been convinced that she was looking at herself if the woman on the other side had longer hair. The champions circled the pond as quietly as they could. By the time she reached the woman, however, she clearly already knew they were there.

“If you require water, you should take some and keep moving,” she said without looking up. “I came here to be alone and it would be better for all of us if I stayed that way.”

“Can’t do it,” Mia said in voice that haphazardly blended calmness with her usual hostile drawl. “We’re looking for someone with a connection to Maula. So why are the maulans so interested in you?”

The woman suddenly looked up at them with a note of panic in her expression. “Maulans, here?”

Sara studied the fellow cleric appraisingly. She noticed for the first time that she was talking to an oni, like Seth’s mother. This oni looked nothing like a servant of Maula, but the mere mention of the fey who serve the Death Goddess seemed to genuinely terrify her.

“Don’t worry,” Sara said soothingly. “The maulans are gone. The local peacekeeper ejected them.”

The other acolyte shook her head and sighed. “It doesn’t matter. I assumed they couldn’t get in here. If they could, nothing’s going to stop them from trying again in less manageable numbers.”

“Why would they be after you?” Sara asked with a frown. 

“They’re not here for me, but Adaling,” the woman said as she pushed herself to her feet. “She’s a spirit that has haunted me my whole life at Maula’s command.”

Mia narrowed her eyes at the priestess’ sudden movement. “That sounds like what we’re after too! Who are you to be hated by Maula so much?”

“My name is Adamora Maloran,” the priestess said as she turned to the champions. “I am a descendant of both Artix Maloran and Lady Orion.”

Sara’s eyes widened with this proclamation. Lady Orion was the third of the champions who helped to defeat Maula and stop her Wave of Death and Artix Maloran was the Restan prince who convinced her to renounce her previous allegiance to the Death Goddess. Maula had declared at the time that Orion would someday pay a terrible price for this betrayal. Could it be that her rage was passed on to their descendants?

“You seem to understand the significance of my ancestry,” Adamora groaned with a grave expression. “For the crime of being descended from someone with the audacity to betray a deity, my cousin and I have been cursed to have our bodies inhabited by the spirits of two of her most loyal followers from the past. I call mine Adaling, and she’s a very cruel witch.”

“It sounds like you should be locked up,” Mia said with a roll of her eyes. “At least, if you want to avoid any unfortunate events that you’ll absolutely be held responsible for.”

“That is why I came here,” Adamora said with a bold glare on her face. “Maintaining control over the spirit is no easy feat, but at least here, I know Adaling can’t hurt anybody.”

“We were told that the champion of Maula that could be found here would be in possession of something we need to return her to Fadal,” Sara replied with a serious expression. 

This seemed to startle the other priestess. “Maula has returned to Comalan?”

Sara nodded gravely. “She’s here, and we need to follow in the path of the Champions--your ancestors--and forge the Storm of Mercy.”

Adamora’s eyes were set on the ground as she considered this. Finally, she whispered. “You’re looking for the Chains of Orion!”

“Is everyone in the clergy a history nerd?” Mia quipped.

Sara nodded. “The spellwarriors are convinced that we would find one of them here and the other further north.”

“I can’t give it to you, because I know nothing about possessing the chains,” Adamora said with a frown. “Adaling could have it, but the only way to know for sure would be to confront her yourself.”

“In that case, you need to let her out,” Sara said firmly. “We can’t stop Maula without those chains!”

“How bad can it be?” the priestess muttered as she sat back down. “It’s not like she can hurt anyone! Just be careful! This is my body too!”

The champions watched in silence as the woman stood back up painfully slowly. Her face now appeared slightly different. Where she once saw someone who was gentle, but exhausted, she now saw an expression of blood-curdling glee.

“Wow! I can’t believe my fortune! It has been years since I have assumed control so.. easily!”

“You’re here only because we allow it!” Mia snarled. “Now hand over that chain and fuck off!”

The woman who was now clearly Adaling smirked. “So you say! I suppose I should be so grateful, but I’ve been asked to hold onto it by someone for whom I hold much more esteem than you!”

Sara shook her head slowly and replied. “You can be as stubborn as you like. The magic in this area has locked us into a stalemate. You can’t harm us any more than we can harm you!”

Adaling laughed mirthlessly and said, “Sure, I can’t harm you, but that doesn’t mean I am completely powerless!”

Sara saw a familiar look in the witch’s eyes; one she had seen plenty of times in her reflection as she practiced her magic by the pools of Blackstone Monastery. Surely an evil witch couldn’t use the power of the gods against us just because she inhabits the body of one of our own!

“Sl--” she cried out, but she was interrupted by Adaling, who had been much quicker with her incantation.

“Sleep.”

Saturday, May 5, 2018

The Magister's Rage Part 15



Following my previous encounter with Flinbek, I found an unexpected clue that would finally lead me to both my Adamora's sparesoul and my own. In his haste to escape the wreckage of his poorly considered trap, he left some of his blood behind. Although I felt guilty for doing so at the time for reasons that no longer matter, this allowed me to scry for him using the teachings of Samson Amul. It had been many years since I had used blood magic but, after many months without progress, this opportunity was not worth discounting. I found what I was looking for almost immediately. Flinbek had taken both of the artifacts to a village called Storm Cliff, located on the modern-day Midanian territory of Eagle Island.

At the time, I had told no one of my use of blood magic. Kartal had made himself aware of these activities as a Chaotic templar like himself is considered to have a responsibility to police such magic. In my shame, I told only him of how I came to find Flinbek. With news of a direction in which to head finally being found, Adamora saw no reason to delay our departure, but I was less certain. Even with the work Broger had done to change my magical signature, the use of blood magic in particular opened me up to a threat that was once forgotten. I was forced to send Voltairine, Adamora and Kartal to Eagle Island without me while I awaited the consequences of my simple scrying spell.

Samson came to me that night after my companions were long gone and sneaked into my room, thinking to awaken me unawares. Having anticipated his coming, though, I stayed up to greet him. Years ago, when the bodies of Garanda and myself were one, it would have been the height of foolishness to confront him alone. I remembered how it was only thanks to Garanda that I had scared him away the last time we met. Without the Demon Knight to plague and protect me, I should have been at his mercy. But this was sixty years ago. He had plenty of time in which to expand his master of blood magic, but my travels had allowed me to learn how to use soul magic, control my silverfist form, and apply my use of magic in a true combat situation. Whatever his intent, I was ready to face him.

As it turned out, however, I needn't have worried. His intent to kill me before had been rooted in fear that I would expose him and the coven. Even when I was personally safe from his reprisal, I chose not to do so. This was particularly out of concern for my children's safety, but many years of silence had apparently won back some measure of trust from the coven. He had come to find me in a dingy little motel in Ridge not with murderous intent, but to ask for my help.

The coven had decided to follow a new path in my absence; a plan to bring legitimacy to the art of blood magic so that no one had to practice it in the shadows any longer. At this point I regret to say that I refused his request. With my preoccupation with Garanda and my personal mistrust for Samson combined, I dared not spare the time. I told him that some of the things we had done together proved that the use of blood magic didn't deserve such legitimacy. To my surprise, he accepted this sentiment as fair and changed the subject without any fuss.

He instead began to ask me about my life since leaving the coven and, to my further response, I told him everything. I informed him how the fear he had inflicted on my wife and children caused me to lose my family. I explained how I had come to learn soul magic and how this caused me to become separated from Garanda. I told him of how I had commenced a quiet search for him while working with the resistance to the former Geosian regime in Resta. I even told him of then-recent events and why I chose to use one of the skills he had taught me for the first time in ages.

The Samson Amul I had initially met would have tried to convince me that the answers to all of my problems lied in the blood magic that only he could teach me, but the one I spoke to that night gave me some useful advice instead. In his limited understanding of soul magic, he suggested that therein lied my key to finally bringing Garanda to heel. I already knew this to be the case, but as he asked questions about how I might use soul magic in this case, new thoughts began to form. So it was that the two of us parted on much better terms than we had previously. He left with newfound knowledge of soul magical theory and some recommendations for books with which to begin to study it. I, on the other hand, left for Eagle Island with a plan.

When I caught up to my companions, it was to learn that they had already confronted Flinbek. In his haste to retreat with his life, he had left the black diamond that contained Garanda's soul behind, which had been picked up by Voltairine. I had arrived just as Flinbek, who was then possessed by the power of Adaling's sparesoul, had been cornered at the edge of the bluff outside the village. Using the shadow witch's power, he nearly dropped Voltairine over the edge but I managed to pull her back while Kartal engaged our foe. Flinbek did escape despite our best efforts, but not with the sparesoul.

It was then that I began to lay out my plan for stopping Garanda. What made him particularly dangerous was his freedom from me. While Adaling remained confined to her sparesoul and whoever possessed it, Garanda had his own body. This was the problem I would have to alleviate in order to end the threat he posed, but that was easier said than done with his power. Even if I had found more blood to absorb in order to enhance my strength and magic, his time inside my mind had imbued him with all of the knowledge I had up to the day he was released. Thus, there was nothing stopping him from doing the same thing, least of all my own sense of morality.

I had realized from my discussion with my former master that I would never overpower Garanda. Thus, the only hope I had was to force him out of the body that Broger had given him. With the power of the black diamond, I had the means to do so, but I did not have enough confidence in my growing theory to explain it to anyone else. Instead, I took the diamond from Voltairine and put it in my pocket. I told her not to worry for me. As I plotted my next move, however, Adaling acted up once more by possessing my cousin. With her magic in its original hands, it was easier for her to toss me over the edge. Kartal would have to suppress her without my help, I thought to myself as I fell.

What she didn't know is that she had played right into my plan.

Continue to Part 16

Thursday, May 3, 2018

Mia Gold, The Champion of Salica


Long ago, on a clear night in the coastal town of Solan, the local Governor and his wife were brutally murdered. The case was never closed because the only witness to the slaughter was the couple's young daughter, who was far too traumatized to access her memory of the incident. Torn away from her family and slowly losing grip on her sanity, young Mia Gold would find refuge in the arms of her godmother, Dinorah Winstrom. Lady Dinorah would go on to assume the former office of Mia's late parents and take in their distraught daughter as her own ward. It was then that Mia learned that her adoptive mother was the leader of a secret society of noble assassins, whose purpose it was to punish those who plant the seeds of evil in the innocent and guide those who suffer from evil before those seeds can grow. With a mind full of wrath and violent imagery, Mia embraced this new family so she can turn her newfound urge to kill toward a more productive purpose. By day, she is teenage noble with an unassuming smile, but by night, she is a Scarlet Starling. 

Mia's training as an assassin has made her proficient with a plethora of deadly weapons that compliment her stealth, including blades, a garrote, and various poisons. She specializes in disguises which allow her to veil her identity and intentions so she can safely approach her targets in public. This attention-grabbing style of assassination speaks of her pride as a Starling, of whom she has complete faith in their ideology. But this pride lends itself to her greatest weakness: her dogmatic loyalty to her fellow assassins has allowed a lifetime of psychological damage to wither her senses of morality and empathy unchecked. This leaves her with a confrontational personality, a quality that combines with her deadliness to cause distrust in even her allies. Even those to whom she manages to get close find her to be stand-offish, impulsive, and humorless. But those who appeal to her sense of nobility find someone who works her hardest to protect people from the pain she's felt.

Tuesday, May 1, 2018

Tales of the Starlight Crusade: The Doom Caller

In a world in which magical energy permeates the very air, even music has a mystical quality to it. A good melody can fill you with feelings that span the entire range of emotion. It can give you energy and divert your focus. On this world of Comalan, a musician carries the same responsibility as any spellwarrior or pyromancer to curb the negative consequences of this power. Those who understand this go on to become folk singers who travel the land and bring a level of joy and comfort to others that is the envy of both Serene and Salican priests. I like to think that's what I do most of the time, which is why my brother insisted that I join the Starlight Crusade.

I'm no warrior, nor do I have any particular interest in exploring the great void, but it was my destiny to play the famed Miracle Symphony for a needy audience. Who needs the power and confidence of this divine composition more than an army fighting an alien threat whose dominance has expanded to two worlds? This undertaking is the highest calling for any musician, but even my little brother's high rank on the Morta very nearly failed to secure my role in it. I have worked for many years to deserve such an honor, but a woman named Alexandra Hawke nearly swept me out of contention with a seemingly unnatural talent.

The interview was a stressful one for me because I had gone into it nearly sober. My brother had warned me that General Swan, the leader of Royal Army of Intelligence, would carry a lot of weight in the decision and he would not understand my need for sintaden. Hardly anyone ever does, after all. My malady is believed by most to be unique, which to them means it can not be real. Even if my disability is believed to be genuine, I needed to prove that I could function without wandering through my life in a daze like I usually do. For the most part, I think I can. When I cease to medicate, the music that plagues my ears returns, but that doesn't make it impossible to function completely. If I can stay calm, the music will never get too loud to tune out.

While I waited to speak to my brother and General Swan, I played the composition that I was to audition with in my mind. I wasn't fully confident in my ability to perform the Miracle Symphony yet, so I had planned to play a simpler piece with a similar melody-- the Hope Symphony. Even that was to be a complicated piece as I would need to control several instruments at once. This would be a simple manner for any experienced musician with enchanted instruments, but I was counting on the general to be unaware of that. As I waited for my turn, however, Alexandra began her audition with a familiar tune. From beyond the door, I could hear her playing the very antithesis of the composition I dream to play-- the Disaster Symphony.

Foolish! She may have been playing flawlessly, but that was never meant to be played in friendly company. My heart began to hammer with the dread that the Disaster Symphony is meant to evoke. The music in my head grew louder to compete with the sound of that evil composition. I have never needed my medicine more than I did in that moment. I had to take this edge off. But as I began to consider dipping off somewhere to medicate, heavy thuds rocked the walls of the Royal Army Headquarters while Alexandra reached her crescendo. I stared into the floor without focus as soldiers began to secure the rest of the building. There would be no stepping out now.

Suddenly, the music in my head changed. With the force of all of the blood rushing to my mind and the power of the melody itself, I could no longer hear the other audition at all. I was filled with confidence as I listened to the orchestra that played only for me. I realized then that this was my moment, not hers. I picked up the bag of instruments that I had brought with me. There was not enough for me to match the glory of the melody I could hear. I would have to add some claps to match the cymbals and some vocals to match the organ. I rummaged through the bag and found one remaining pair of clap gloves. I pulled them on with a grin. I walked toward the meeting room with my bag slung over my shoulder. An officer ordered the door open so he could check on the commotion.

Alexandra stood there in the center of the room, feverishly plucking at the strings of her vibrantine with such skill that her instrument seemed to be emitting a ghostly wail. As her music began to fade, she opened her eyes and looked upon the destruction she had caused for the first time. The dais upon which my brother and General Swan sat had several holes in it. The General himself stood alone atop the dais, staring intently at the three wrathar, two bladot, and six imps that were swarming around a silverfist that had been backed into a corner. They were assuredly drawn by the Disaster Symphony, the pinnacle of compositions for Doom Callers. She had revealed herself to be a musician whose sinister music was capable of drawing and controlling demons. But with no enemies at which to direct them, they had instead turned their wrath on my brother, who was losing. The officer and his three subordinates rushed into the room to help him, but even more demons showed up until the room was full. They were outnumbered, but I was ready.

I began with my guitar, playing along to the string section in my head. I then added my ocarina to follow the woodwinds, then my hand drum. Each time I added a new section to my piece, I floated my instruments in the air around me, where they would continue to accompany me as I played. As I released my drum, I began to clap along rhythmically to the melody. As my gloves slid off my hands, I began to vocalize the final piece of the melody. As my own music began to fill the room, the outnumbered soldiers and my brother fought harder to dispatch the demons before anyone could be harmed. I played out my new composition with a jubilant smile on my face as the angry gorilla in the corner ripped the last of the imps apart.

The silverfist leaped back onto the dais and snorted angrily at General Swan before resuming his original form as my brother. He said something about the general overestimating his power by leaving him to fend off the Disaster Symphony alone, which I probably would have agreed with if I could hear everything he was saying over the music that continued to play in my ears. The two men dismissed us to confer on the decision of who would be providing their musical abilities to the fleet. We were both invited to wait for them to choose and seated together in the waiting area I had previously occupied, where Alexandra tried to while away the time with conversation. She seemed genuinely friendly despite the sinister nature of her music, but my own music still assailed me, making this wait far too tortuous to talk to the one who had aggravated my symptoms.

Finally, a clerk directed me back to the meeting room, where my brother informed me that I was going to be joining the Morta in the Starlight Crusade. General Swan didn't look pleased with this outcome, thus demonstrating what a contentious decision this truly was. I learned later that he was concerned with my reliance on sintaden and saw more tangible benefit to Alexandra's weaponized music. But my brother stood by me, arguing that the incident proved that Alexandra was the bigger liability. What ultimately sealed my place on the fleet was my improvised composition: an acoustic rendition of the Miracle Symphony.