No update today because I was out of town half of last week!
Will update as normal on January 28th.
Category: Writing
Snacks!
What snack would you eat right now?
From a recent wordpress prompt…
I made cinnamon rolls last night. I’m currently eating those for dinner tonight because I am an adult.
47. Interlude
Jennifer languished in the warm water of the gym’s shower, allowing it to wash over her. It was relaxing to simply exist, without thinking or obsessing over everything she didn’t know. Her workout had been enjoyable – she was now spending a little over two hours at the gym each night. She felt stronger than she had in years, especially for a woman her age.
As she stepped out of the shower, she could hear her phone vibrating in her gym bag. She forced herself to have patience, drying herself and dressing before looking at the device. Several missed calls and text messages, all from her team. For a moment, it brought her immediately back to that first day – when she had stepped out of her morning shower and found so many missed messages and calls about Cassandra’s flight. The similarity of the situation sent a shiver down her spine. She pulled up a website immediately, checking to see the most recent videos from the Stream.
She watched the battle with the fire giant closely, awed at the power on display. Cassandra seemed to focus mostly on a supporting role, healing fallen companions. Cassandra had rarely liked taking the lead on things, even as a child. She watched the battle end suddenly with the young girl from their world falling into a trance and communing with the giant, which she identified afterward as the fire god. And then the truly shocking moment – Lexie, looking directly into whatever was capturing the video feed, saying, “What the fuck is that?” She pointed, acknowledging for the first time that there was something there- something physically present where they were.
She had seen what was recording them.
The office was in turmoil over the events, but Jennifer didn’t call a meeting immediately, much to their shock. “It’s the middle of the night,” she told the staff that anxiously greeted her as she returned to the office. “And even if it is a new development, there’s still nothing we can do but watch. Let the others sleep for now, and we’ll discuss this at the morning meeting.”
Despite that, Terry arrived minutes later, carrying two mugs of coffee. He set one on the desk for Jennifer – black and sweet, just the way she liked it. Leaning against the wall, he rubbed a hand through his short hair. Jennifer took a sip of the coffee he had brought her, and raised an eyebrow at him. “Did you just wake up?”
“Yeah,” he said. It seemed he was about to say more, but then he shook his head and took a long pull from his own cup. “I’m surprised you’re not treating this as more of an emergency. I thought you’d want all hands on deck.” She smirked at him and he groaned and took a very long drink from his own cup, nearly emptying it. “I could be sleeping.”
She traced the rim of her mug with a fingertip, glancing at the Stream on her desktop monitor. “I think I’m just happy that there is something that is physically there and recording. Or at least confirmation of it.” She paused for a moment and added. “But even with that confirmation, I already know we won’t be able to do anything.” Terry frowned but said nothing. With a sigh, Jennifer sat back and took a sip of her coffee again. “I don’t think we’ll be the ones to figure this out. We’re going to need luck, or a miracle, or an intervention.”
She had been right in her assessment, and the team didn’t make headway at all. All they could do was watch. There was a lot of excitement about the Stream when those that were being watched attempted to mess with the recording devices. “Scry balls,” Vincent called them one day.
“Scry balls?” Jennifer asked. She had seen them called the same thing on the internet, but wasn’t sure where the term came from.
Vincent nodded. “In the game Dungeons and Dragons, there is a spell called Scry that allows you to spy on someone from a distance. It’s kind of like that…” Jennifer shrugged. It was as good a name as any for the mysterious objects.
When Cassandra caused the cave in, Jennifer found herself screaming at the monitor in frustration at her daughter’s stupidity. Her yelling was so loud that poor Larry jumped up from his sleep instantly, growling, his head swiveling to look for danger. Startled at the uncharacteristically aggressive sound coming from the old dog, Jennifer immediately made soothing noises, and seeing no immediate danger, he hesitantly wagged his tail and whined. She sat down next to him, petting him, hardly able to watch the events unfolding in the Stream.
When the door to her office burst open, she didn’t look up immediately. She flushed, wondering if she had really screamed that loudly, wondering what she had been yelling. Or if maybe someone had come with news about what was happening in the Stream, something she had missed in those critical moments following the cave in… she felt something in her chest clench in panic for a moment as she wondered if Cassandra had died. “Ma’am?” a voice said hesitantly from the doorway.
She looked up to see Vincent, his eyes wide, his face pale. It did not calm her at all. “What is it?” she asked, her voice deceptively steady.
“There’s a…” Vincent paused. His mouth worked for a moment, as though he were confused about what to say next. Finally, he settled on, “We have a visitor.”
Jennifer frowned. “A visitor?” she asked, confused. “Who is it?”
“It’s best if you come see for yourself.” Jennifer stood and followed Vincent down the hall. They made their way to the entrance of the building. Before she fully stepped out of the hall, she could spot a few members of her team, standing tensely with their guns drawn. She wondered what kind of visitor merited this reaction, and her head swiveled to see what they were staring at and…
She blinked, and took a half step back. Her hand reached absently for a gun she never wore anymore, and she had to stop herself and force her fingers to clench into a fist.
It wasn’t human.
As Jennifer stepped into sight, it seemed to unfold, or perhaps to stand straighter, raising itself to its full height – easily three or four feet taller than the average man. All the guns aimed at it lifted, trained on its head. It lifted four arms into the air, palms out.
Something of the appearance reminded Jennifer of an insect like a praying mantis – it was long and lithe and had too many limbs. The arms it lifted didn’t seem to be much differentiated from the legs it stood on – spindly limbs at the end of which were small, long fingered hands. The skin was brownish, with bright yellowish green spots. It wore clothes, which almost seemed so ludicrous that Jennifer could have laughed. It didn’t have the large grabbing legs of a mantis, but the head had a similar triangular shape and large, glittering black eyes.
Those eyes focused on her as it rose up. “I wish to help,” it said, it’s voice a high pitched trill. It spoke perfect English, with a strange and punctuated accent, but English none the less.
“Help with what?” Jennifer asked, stepping forward and gesturing for her team to lower their weapons.
“Help your captured people. Help your planet,” the creature said.
Jennifer paused. After a hesitant moment, she gestured for the creature to follow. She didn’t want to lead it to her office and give poor Larry a heart attack, so she took the creature to the employee break room that they had set up. The break room was large and spacious and had plenty of chairs and tables, and her team could also join and listen, and keep their weapons ready if needed. As she led the way, she pulled Vincent close and whispered for him to get everyone up and at the office. She gestured for the individuals that had their weapons still at the ready to move into the break room first. Even without direct orders, they took positions at the corners of the room to fully cover every angle.
Jennifer stepped in and sat down at one of the tables close to the center of the room. She gestured for the creature to join her and rested her linked hands on the table in front of her.
The creature stepped in and paused for a moment, staring at the chair that sat across from Jennifer. Obviously feeling that it would not be comfortable sitting in such a thing, it gently pushed the chair out of the way and settled onto its thorax on the floor, lowering itself into a crouch that brought it comfortably to eye level with Jennifer.
“What… who are you?” Jennifer asked at last.
The creature’s head swiveled gently as it took in its situation before focusing its eyes on Jennifer. “I am here to help,” it said again.
“Then explain yourself, and explain quickly.”
“I am from another planet.” Someone muttered “No shit” under their breath, but neither Jennifer nor the alien acknowledged it. “My world was subjected to something very similar as what your world is going through now. What you call the Stream.”
Jennifer frowned, not understanding fully. “What do you mean?”
“It is a long story.” Jennifer could see that more of her team were gathering outside the room – some entered, and some lingered at the door or out in the hall. Those that stayed outside took turns peaking in, wide eyed in shock at their first sight of an alien visitor. She nodded to the creature to begin. “I will start by saying that I did not come here of my own will. The aliens that brought me here are the ones that are responsible for recording your people, and they hold several humans on their craft as we speak. I managed to escape to the surface of your world, in the hopes that I could help you to divert the crisis that fell upon my people.”
“They’re keeping humans?” Jennifer frowned. “The people from Flight 5071. Where are they keeping them?”
The alien gestured toward the ceiling vaguely, and Jennifer understood it to mean very high above.
“But our people have been on the alert for an… extra-terrestrial ship. It was one of the possible theories that many had about the source of the Stream. How has no one spotted this craft?”
“They have advanced technology… and some degree of magical prowess.”
Jennifer started to open her mouth to protest at the term “magic” being thrown in so casually, but paused. Her own daughter was being recorded using magic on a nearly daily basis now. She had been pulled into another world by a means that was certainly magical. If these aliens were here and recording and sending that record to be watched… Was it so strange to think that they could use magic too? It hurt her head to think about it. “Magic,” she said finally, tersely. She thought about the scry balls and their invisibility. Perhaps that was how they kept their ship out of sight, wherever it was. “You said they came to your world too? They aren’t the same as you?”
The alien shook its head. “No.”
“And what crisis did they cause your people, exactly?”
For a moment, the alien’s head tilted down slightly – from the shift of its features, Jennifer felt distinctly that it was frowning. “They destroyed my planet.”
Jennifer grimaced, not liking the answer. “Tell me what happened.”
The closest approximation that Jennifer could make to the alien’s name when it introduced itself was Polypt. Very similar to the Graces, Polypt had been pulled into another realm. However, magic was a known element on Polypt’s planet, and being pulled into this realm wasn’t completely unheard of to them – it was part of an ancient pact made between those worlds, and it was considered a great honor. Those who were Chosen on Polypt’s planet were summoned to perform a great service. In fact, many of Polypt’s people trained their entire lives, hoping to be worthy of being Chosen.
But it was Polypt who was Chosen, somehow. Despite being a normal individual that had never trained for the task, Polypt had found herself in this other realm. It had struck her as initially strange – something had clearly gone wrong with the summoning. But Polypt had made the best of the situation and had decided to devote herself to the duty. Unbeknownst to her, her entire journey was broadcast for her entire planet to see.
As a chosen Priestess, Polypt’s duty was to clear the other world of something she described only as an “encroaching dark.” She made friends that she traveled with, she focused on strengthening her magical abilities, and she helped to fight back the encroaching dark. And just as she had come close to finally saving the world … she was approached by the aliens responsible for the broadcast, responsible for interfering with the summoning and sending her.
They gave her a choice: she could stay and save the world she had settled into, but her home world would be destroyed. Or she could return to save her home – and know that she left the other world to its doom. She had anguished over it, but knew that she couldn’t allow her home to be destroyed, so she had chosen to return. The aliens had the ability to bring her back. She had left that other world that her people had made a pact with so long ago, she had left her friends to fight their own battle, to possibly die.
And despite her choice, the aliens had destroyed her home anyway.
“The magic required to pull an individual spatially from one location to another further location is very powerful. It leaves a distinct signature that they can track, and usually exists in a predictable pattern. From what I have been able to learn, they use that to track down species that have a bountiful enough planet for them to harvest resources from. They interfere with the transference spell, so that they can bring the individual back to the point of origin. They spend the time studying the planet, its resources and technology, in order to ensure a smoother acquisition. I suspect the broadcasts and the world’s reaction to it are also a source of entertainment for them,” Polypt said, her tone turning bitter as she spoke.
Jennifer frowned. “What are they called? Do they have a name for their species.”
Polypt gave a strangely familiar gesture – a shrug. “I never learned. I just called them Bastards.”
“I see.” Jennifer frowned. She glanced around the room, and the faces that surrounded her – some disbelieving, some pale with terror, some determinedly set and angry. “So they watch our people like a television program, and then after presenting the victims with a moral dilemma for their own entertainment, they destroy the world and harvest it for resources. And then they move on to the next place where they can interfere?”
“Yes,” Polypt said simply.
Jennifer leaned back, staring hard at Polypt for a time. “When you escaped to the surface… was it on a ship or a craft that could take you back to theirs?”
“Yes. It was not very big, but I can take perhaps a small handful of individuals with me. If they are not expecting me to return, we might able to infiltrate and destroy their ship.”
“No. We need to infiltrate and save the people of Flight 5071. And then we can destroy the ship.” Polypt looked hesitant at that, but Jennifer placed a hand on the table in front of her. “That is non-negotiable. We’re saving our people first.”
Polypt nodded. “I understand. But I will remind you, that it is our love and devotion to our own that they enjoy using against us most. It was how I destroyed my own world… and perhaps another, that I will never see again.”
Jennifer nodded. She stood, and left Polypt under the guard of several members of her team while gesturing for the others to join her in the meeting room. She knew they were in for a long discussion on what do and who would go, but she also already knew that she was going to go herself. No one was going to talk her out of that.
Dinner With the Family
The prompt cards for this are “dinner with the family” and “butcher.”
I guess trigger warnings for dead babies and cannibalism if that’s a turn off for you.
If it’s a turn on for you, that’s not really good, but… enjoy?
“You never sit and have a nice meal with your family anymore,” his wife complained often. It was a busy season for him as a butcher, and he welcomed the work. It was how he helped put that dinner on the table. There were the families that bought cows and hired him to cut and ground the meat so that they could freeze and use it through the year. There were hunters that did the same. On top of the usual labor of running his own small retail business, sometimes he came home late and exhausted. Despite how hard working he was, she always complained.
It had been that way the night before also. He hadn’t really meant for anything to happen, but he was tired, and hardly responsive to her usual complaints, and she had become physical. She had pushed him, actually pushed him, while screaming in his face, and he had angrily pushed her back in retaliation. The baby had been on her hip through all of it, and she full just right to crush the poor thing – there was a brief terrified cry that cut off to an almost sickening silence.
When they both realized what had happened… it was instant grief, and instant blame. Why had she even tried to start a physical altercation when she was holding their child? Why had he even pushed back? He practically saw red as she screamed and wailed and laid the blame solely at his feet, and before he really understood what he was doing, could really stop what was happening… her face had turned a sickly purple as she gasped and fought for oxygen in his grip.
For a brief moment, he realized he should stop. If he stopped, she’d be able to breathe again, and it’d all be just fine. But the baby was still dead, and nothing would be okay again. Instead, he tightened his grip, held tight to her neck and throttled until she passed out, and for several long moments after that.
He sat panting at the exertion and adrenaline, staring at both of the bodies as a blind panic overtook him. What was he going to do? How was he going to get rid of them so no one knew?
It was an entire night of very hard work. Luckily, there was little blood splatter at the house – he tossed some of her belongings and some of the child’s things into a suitcase with her wallet and smashed her phone to bits to put in with it as well. He would dispose of those later, some small indication that maybe she had packed and left him. She’d never had her own vehicle because she didn’t like driving, so he didn’t have the headache of hiding a car that could be traced. When her friends and family came looking, all he’d have to do is morosely tell them that she took the kid and left – he vaguely knew that she complained about him constantly. The only thing that would stand out as strange to them was that she hadn’t gone to them… but certainly he could shrug that off and angrily say that he had no clue where or who she had gone to.
He took the bodies in to his shop, and he did the job he knew to do best. The bones might be problematic – he’d have to store those separately and figure out a way to dispose of them discreetly. But that still left all the properly cut and ground meat.
He sat down to dinner the next night, absently poking at the meatballs he had made for his spaghetti, slathered in a homemade meat based sauce, wondering what it would taste like. His stomach turned at the thought, but at the same time he couldn’t leave the evidence for long. He’d have to work through all of it over the next month. Eventually, someone might want to investigate what he had in his freezers, and there could be nothing left by the time they came searching.
He popped a whole meatball into his mouth and chewed, finding it to be surprisingly delicious. A funny thought popped into his head, and he laughed as he continued to eat. He was finally enjoying a nice dinner with his family.
46. Lucas
It was a little clusterfucky sneaking back into the cavern with a larger group and using the compass spell a couple of times to narrow down the place where our friends were being kept imprisoned. The building was guarded – there were just two guards though, and that seemed simple enough to deal with. Still, we paused for too long to brainstorm the rescue. Raella and Zolambi wanted to exercise an abundance of caution, which seemed to annoy Lyre, who wanted to immediately save Cassandra. But Raella made several points – if Peyton and Cassandra were fine and could use magic, why hadn’t they escaped? We weren’t close to the city, but being within the same dimly lit cavern, if we all lit up with magic the display would garner immediate attention. If we did end up using magic, we had to figure out a quick escape route. The discussion reminded me so much of attempting to make a plan with my friends in D&D that I was on the verge of manically laughing in panic because the stakes were very real and we were wasting too much time. “There’s more approaching,” one of the dwarven soldiers said, and we became very quiet, making sure we were out of sight as we apprehensively watched.
There were several Underlings approaching, but I couldn’t get an exact count. They approached the two guards at the door, and after a brief conference with each other, they opened the door. I watched the stone smoothly slide out and to the side, impressed by the motion of it and wondering what their technology was like. The first few soldiers stepped down into the entrance. I couldn’t see what was happening clearly – the one in the doorway dropped to his knees, and the Underling behind him lifted one clawed hand and suddenly there was screaming coming from inside the building. I tensed at the sound, wondering if we should rush down to help. I saw Lyre start to stand out of the corner of my eye, and watched Zolambi grip his shoulder tight, pushing him back into a crouch. “Wait,” he said softly.
Lyre grimaced, but didn’t move.
When the screaming died down, Peyton stepped out first. Thanks to the compass spell regaining its depth, I had known that she was alive, but I breathed an inward sigh of relief anyway seeing that she appeared unharmed. Cassandra stepped out next, looking paler than normal and trembling so hard it was visible from where we were. Lyre groaned softly, but from what I could tell, she looked unharmed as well – just scared shitless. I realized after a moment that there was some sort of dark spot in the middle of their foreheads and wondered what had been done to them.
A few moments later, Asterollan and Captain Kaphryn also emerged. I heard the bookish Jon Umberling sigh in relief. A strange weight lifted off my shoulders as I glanced over at Lexie, remembering what Asterollan had promised… if it came down to it. There was some brief discussion amongst the grouping, after which Kaphryn stepped back into the building and the door closed, hiding her from sight. Then the other three began to walk, loosely surrounded by the Underlings, heading directly toward the city. I could hear Raella cursing lightly under her breath and raised an eyebrow at her language.
“We’re never going to be able to save them once they’re in the city,” she finally said. “We need to hurry.”
One of the dwarven soldiers nodded, but said, “A few of us are going to get our Captain. If she’s alive, we can’t leave her behind.”
Raella nodded. “I’ll go with you,” Jon Umberling said. He flushed, and added, “I’m sure I could figure out how to operate the door faster.”
“Fine, but catch up to us quickly,” Raella said. A pair of the dwarven soldiers left, taking a roundabout way to approach the building and the lone guard unseen. Jon Umberling trailed behind them. The rest of us went the opposite direction, looping out of sight and then hurrying to catch up to the Underlings that were marching our friends away. I felt my heart racing, wondering how we were going to handle the situation, if we would be able to catch up in time to help free them, especially if we couldn’t use magic.
I realized that we were quickly catching up now, because the group had paused for some reason. A fight had broken out. I could hear Asterollan shouting in pain, and saw Cassandra attempting to desperately flail at the Underlings that had grabbed her. Peyton seemed to be standing her ground, for now… but she was outnumbered, and they were moving in close around her. I could hear the clicking, screeching noises they made even from this distance.
Lyre broke out into a run immediately upon seeing Cassandra in danger. I could see him reaching for his magic, heedless of Raella’s hissed warnings. Shrugging, I ran after him – if our cover was already going to be blown, it was better to act fast and hit them hard. I heard Peter chitter excitedly behind me. Even before I rounded the last stalagmite, I heard Peyton give a triumphant shout as I came within range of her mind reading ability, and as I slid into view I summoned as many vines as I could to grow out of the ground and strike at the Underlings surrounding her, eviscerating as many of them as possible. Peter trilled happily and launched himself at the head of one of the Underlings, biting and tearing its ear off. “The entire city is going to see!” Raella said as she caught up. “We need an escape route!”
I turned to glance around. The Underlings that had captured Cassandra had been knocked back somehow, and were currently being mercilessly burnt to a crisp. Lyre was helping Cassandra up from the ground as he continued to focus his magic on them. The dwarven soldiers had engaged some of the remaining Underlings. I watched Chase and Zolambi help Asterollan to his feet as Lexie stood back, bouncing on her heels nervously. “The platform!” Peyton said as she approached Raella and me. She turned to point down closer to the city. “It’ll take us to Shadawn!”
“It’ll take us closer to the city,” Raella grumped. We could hear the screeches of Underlings from below, who had seen the displays of magic. We wouldn’t have a lot of time before we were overwhelmed. Glancing back, I could see that Jon Umberling, Captain Kaphryn, and the pair of soldiers that had gone to rescue their Captain approached at a quick jog. Jon was red with exertion, his eyes flashing with worry as he heard the screams of the Underlings from the city.
“We’ll get on the platform first and then collapse the tunnel behind us,” Peyton said.
“We need to hurry then,” Raella said with a sigh. She began to shout, urging the others into a run, directing them toward where the line of light that showed the path of the platform was. Peyton paused to poke around the corpses of the Underlings, picking up a few items that were too small for me to see. “What was that?” I asked.
“Worry about it later. We need to run,” she said, patting me on the back. I frowned, staring in worry at the strange mark on her face, but there was no time to think about anything. I ran, calling for Peter to follow.
I could hear Jon Umberling’s labored breathing, and felt a stitch of pain in my side, my own lungs aching as we ran at a breakneck pace down to the other end of the cavern. There was movement all around. I could hear the screams of the Underlings approaching. I gasped as one dropped down in front of me from above, but Peter trilled and tackled it bodily, sending it sprawling. I called for the spider again as I kept running.
Looking ahead, I could see that Lexie and a few of the dwarves had taken the lead, running fast. And emerging from the city were many Underlings, moving to block our path. I felt a momentary despair staring at them as they approached, but then Lexie lit up like a fiery beacon and a massive wall of flame engulfed them. The light was so bright that I had to raise a hand to shield my eyes, and I could feel the heat of the flames even from behind her. I heard some of the dwarven soldiers hoot in exultation as we continued to run.
We reached the platform, launching ourselves up onto it. I paused to help boost the dwarven soldiers and Jon Umberling as Lexie danced nervously from foot to foot above us, shouting, “Hurry, hurry hurry!”
“Someone figure out how to move this thing!” I shouted. Raella was already quickly fumbling with a panel that looked like controls of some sort, and as soon as I boosted him up, Jon Umberling rushed over to help her. The platform began to move, slowly at first. Realizing I was the only idiot left standing on the ground, I gripped the edge and pulled myself up, and could feel Peyton and Asterollan steady me, pulling me over the side.
I looked back at the mass of shrieking figures moving towards us. Lexie stood at the end of the platform and released another massive blast, a moving wall of fire that caused the entire tunnel to rumble alarmingly, and I focused on summoning something thick and tangled to block the tunnel – I had expected more vines, but was almost shocked to see the thick trunks and branches of trees blast through, thoroughly blocking the tunnel. But as the platform picked up speed, all of it – the blockade, the eerie screeching shrieks and screams of the Underlings – fell behind, out of sight, out of hearing.
I stared back into the tunnel, breathing heavily. Then with a sigh, I flopped on my back and closed my eyes. “Holy shit,” I said.
It felt like we were on the platform for a couple of hours, zooming along at a speed that was hard to determine in the dark. It moved smoothly, and there were hardly any distinguishing features for us to tell how quickly we were moving past things. Despite it being an open design, the movement of the passing air wasn’t strong enough to pull us off. Maybe it only felt fast because it was the fastest thing I’d been on since arriving in this world. Regardless, the breeze felt nice after all the running.
Before long, the platform followed its lit track into another cavern, with only a few sparse buildings near the line. We tensed, wondering if we would find more Underlings here, but as it slid to a stop, we realized the entire place was eerily silent. “Hello?” Lexie called out curiously, but nothing answered. We stepped off the platform. The dwarven soldiers cautiously investigated the surrounding area before reporting back that it was safe.
Now that we didn’t have the wind whistling in our ears or any Underlings to worry about, Raella summoned her globes of light and we examined the marks on Asterollan, Peyton, and Cassandra’s foreheads. Peyton showed us the dark gemstones that were the keys, and explained that it was suppression, and they discussed how to free themselves from it. Attempts to destroy the stones didn’t result in much luck, and Asterollan kept insisting that he thought moving out of their range would break the connection. Peyton was reluctant to test the theory, so Asterollan offered to be the guinea pig. I handed the stone to Peter and instructed it to move to the far side of the cavern. When the spider was almost all the way across the large, echoey space, the mark on Asterollan’s head lifted and dissipated into the air. He immediately reached out for his magic, summoning his blazing sword of light, and flashed a cocky smile at Peyton.
“Don’t even say it. We didn’t know for sure it would be that simple,” she told him.
He shrugged and allowed his magic to drop, the sword disappearing. I called for Peter to come back. As we were waiting, Peyton also took the chance to pull Raella, Zolambi and Chase together. “I need to tell you all something important,” she said, almost hesitantly. “Greyjon is dead.” I could see Cassandra tense and stare at the ground nervously.
Raella looked startled for a moment, then she nodded. “I… I see,” she said, her voice quiet.
“How?” Chase asked, her tone anguished. Tears were starting to well up in her eyes.
I noticed Cassandra opening her mouth as though to speak, but Peyton cut her off to say, “It happened quickly, and there was nothing we could do.” I frowned at the vagueness of the statement, but Chase nodded in acceptance.
Zolambi sighed heavily, crossing his arms. “He was an excellent soldier, and will be missed. The city of Kimber has suffered a great loss for his death.” Then Zolambi glanced around at each of us. “But we understood the stakes when we were chosen. This was always a possibility.” Chase nodded, though she looked a bit uncertain that she had agreed to possibly dying.
We decided to rest for the evening, grieving and tired as we were.
We slept in the next day, not really in a hurry to get to the last leg of our journey. We knew we were close. All that was left was to face Shadawn and save the world. We fixed a gloomy breakfast and discussed our options. “You’ve been instrumental in getting us here,” Raella said to Captain Kaphyrn and her soldiers, “but the coming battle will rely heavily on magic. It will be safer for all of you to stay here… and prepare for us to return, so you can get us home.” I felt a bit cheered at her words, thinking about that – about returning to the surface, and building a new life. It felt like it was in reach.
Kaphryn nodded. “I won’t argue against that. We’ll scout a little and see if we can find an alternate path to the surface. Backtracking might be hard…”
“I assume I’m staying here as well?” Jon Umberling asked, a little nervously. Raella nodded, and the dwarven scholar exhaled in relief. “Of course! I couldn’t be any help in a battle.” He chuckled.
Raella paused for a moment, looking over at Chase. “I want you to stay here as well.”
Chase blinked several times in confused surprise. “What? I can’t… I’ve come this far, Raella!”
“I understand, and I don’t doubt your skill, but I will feel better if you are not risked. Besides, we have alternate means of completing the seal now, which we would have to use anyways now that Greyjon is… not here.” Raella frowned, pursing her lips. “Stay and help Captain Kaphryn and her people find us another way out to the surface. Certainly you can finagle a spell capable of helping in some way?”
Chase grimaced, but didn’t argue. I glanced at Lexie, wondering if I could convince her to similarly stay, when I noticed the strange frown on her face. She stared into the air, focusing hard on something. I remembered that she could see the strange balls that were watching us, and wondered what they were doing to catch her attention, when they suddenly appeared, clear and present and easy to see for everyone. Several of the dwarven soldiers shouted, startled, as their invisibility dropped.
“Greetings,” a voice boomed tinnily from the spheres.
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