Episode 11: Paradise Awaits!
- Location
- Chicago
Eight Years Ago
Mark Langley put a hand up in front of his face, pushing away a leafy branch. He pushed away another branch, and then another, ducking under the last one. Hilly Forest stretched out before him. In the distance, mountains formed a rocky wall. He walked out on a rocky ledge overlooking a ravine. The sound of a river drifted up to him from far away. Mark inhaled deeply, closing his eyes and enjoying the sounds.
"Marrrkkkkk!" A voice called.
He turned and cupped a hand to his mouth. "Over here! Watch your step as you get closer to the sound of my voice!"
A red and black blur broke through the branches, then Babi appeared in front of him. She straightened up, brushing at the dark red traveling cloak around her shoulders. "Found you," She said, smiling.
Mark laughed, crossing his arms. "Yes you did,"
The branches moved, then Grace emerged onto the rocky ledge. She wore a long traveling cloak around her shoulders as well, a dark blue one to match Babi's red. Grace smiled as she approached the girl and Mark. "It's beautiful up here," She said, brushing back a long strand of her hair.
"Isn't it," Mark said, gazing at the distant mountains.
Babi slowly approached the edge of the outcrop, peering over. She quickly jumped back, running to Grace and grabbing tight. The woman tilted her head back and laughed, pushing the girl away. "How are you afraid of heights now, in all truth you've ridden dragons and stood atop towers,"
"In all truth?" Mark repeated, grinning. "Grace, did I just hear you use a Delfanas phrase?"
"Shut up," Grace said, rolling her eyes. "We hear it all the time, of course I'm going to use it,"
Babi walked back along the outcrop and gazed down on either side. "How are we going to get down?" she said, looking over her shoulder at them.
Mark walked up to the outcropping, putting a hand to his chin as he thought. Snapping, he turned to Babi. "I've got it, I'll pick you up and throw you over,"
"No!" Babi shouted, gripping her fists at her side. "I don't want to be thrown! Asshole!"
"Hey!" Mark and Grace said together.
"When did you start swearing!" Grace said, tilting her head and putting her hands on her hips.
Babi raised her chin and glanced away, as if she were too good for such things. "I hear it from you big sister,"
"Ha!" Mark laughed. "She's got you there Grace, you swear like a sailor,"
Grace sniffed, crossing her arms. "I'm actually perfect, which you'd know Mark if you had any sense or class,"
Mark's jaw dropped, then he laughed. "What on earth is that supposed to mean!"
Grace raised her chin and walked forward, pausing by the edge of the ravine. "It means I'll see you two at the bottom," She turned and stepped out into the air, falling straight down.
"Grace!" Babi yelled, wide-eyed. Mark was shocked as well. They ran up to the ledge and looked over. Grace was below, bouncing from rock to rock with superhuman skill and agility. She landed at the bottom, straightening up and glancing at Mark and Babi.
"I'm waiting!" Grace yelled, waving.
Mark let out a laugh. "Show off," He said, exchanging raised eyebrows with Babi. He waved his hand through the air. Small white clouds appeared in front of him. They circled together, forming a larger cloud. The puff of white lowered to the edge of the outcropping. Mark presented it to Babi with a flourish of his arm. "After you,"
Babi approached the cloud and cautiously stepped onto it. "Are you sure it's not going to be like last time?"
"Welll, let's hope not," Mark said, joining her on the cloud. "These things are harder without the HUD you know, I'm having to relearn everything,"
"I hate falling," Babi said, clutching his robe with one hand for support. "And you're bad at magic," The cloud lowered down into the ravine, depositing the pair at the bottom.
Grace gave them a haughty gaze, a hand on her hip. "Took you long enough,"
Mark waved her away with a smirk, then turned and gazed around the ravine. "Well, I don't see any sign of her,"
Grace strolled past him, lowering down to one knee. She closed her eyes and murmured a spell. The air around her shimmered. Grace straightened back up. "If Melody and her shadow have come through this way, it wasn't recently. No trace,"
Mark sighed. "Well, the trail's gone cold then. Do we keep heading east?"
"We're certainly not headed north," Grace said, regarding the distant range of mountains. Babi started walking along the ravine, picking up rocks she liked and pocketing them in a pouch she wore under her cloak. Grace watched her. "Babi! Don't get too far away!" The girl waved over her shoulder in response, bending down to inspect another rock.
Mark reached into his cloak and took out a map. Unfolding it, he turned it around until he was viewing a sketch of the surrounding country. "If she's not here, and Justin and Seth haven't seen anything to the south, then that means…"
"She could be west," Grace said.
"West is Caldus Bramble and the plains tribes. Any further than that and she'd be in Vashn. And from what I've heard Donovan's sorcerers would catch onto a demon lord in their midst pretty quickly."
Grace glanced down at her traveling boots. "We're going to have to address that someday, you know. Him. Vashn,"
"One thing at a time," Mark said, softly. "We've got to do something about Melody so we can help Bri," Grace nodded, though she looked miserable. Mark placed a reassuring hand to her shoulder. "We'll get through this Grace. We're getting stronger every day,"
Grace gave him a small smile. It faded as she grew serious. "If we're ruling out the west, which I'm not completely convinced of yet, then that leaves the east,"
"Melissa," Mark said, thinking.
"She'd be more than happy to run into the demon lord," Grace said sullenly. "I'm just not sure she's even herself anymore,"
Mark raised a gentle eyebrow at her. "We'll worry about Melissa after Bri,"
"I can have more than one worry," Grace shot back. "One of our friends is asleep, the other's shut herself off, the third can barely hold a coherent conversation anymore, and I can't even bring myself to think about Kaylee! That leaves you, me, Seth and Justin," Grace crossed her arms. "Out of those two I only trust myself and you,"
"Seth's unbelievably talented in combat," Mark said. "And Justin is doing just fine. More than fine, he's more popular with the people than any of us,"
"But you and I are doing all the hard work,"
Mark's expression fell. "Grace c'mon, we're all pulling our weight. What's really on your mind?"
Grace was silent, fighting with something she wanted to say. She started, then stopped, then shook her head. "Nothing. How are you doing since you and Alyssa…you know,"
Mark gave a short laugh. After a moment reminiscing, he shook his head. "Who we were when we entered here....it's not the same as who we are now. Both Alyssa and I feel that way, and that our paths are diverging,"
Grace was about to say something, but Babi's voice interrupted her. "Sisssttterrrrr! Marrrrkkkk!"
Pebbles exploded as Grace took off in Babi's direction. Mark sprinted after her. The pair moved along the ravine as it bent. Both skidded to a halt as they came around the corner.
Babi stood in the middle of a clearing in the rocky woods. A gentle brook fell down the side of one of the outcrops. The girl held a spear made of light in one hand, pointing it across the clearing. On the other side stood two figures. Both were tall, and wore intricate traveling cloaks. Their faces were obscured by hoods. One of the figures had a sword drawn at his side.
"Babi hold on!" Grace yelled, racing to meet her. She summoned her spear with a flick of her wrist, grabbing it and coming to a stop next to the girl. Mark jogged up behind them.
The two figures remained where they were. The one with the sword raised it ever-so-slightly. The other figure bowed its head, the hood going lower. "Hello," Mark called across the clearing. His voice echoed around the rocky walls. "My name's Mark, this is Grace, and this is Babi. Who might you be?"
Instead of answering, the figure with the sword disappeared in a flash. He reappeared next to Grace, knocking her spear from her grasp with his hilt. In the blink of an eye he lashed out again, knocking her back. She hit one of the outcrops, dislodging dirt and stones onto her head.
Mark threw out his arm and invoked a spell. Fire twirled around him, then shot out towards the sword-user. The figure flashed around the clearing, disappearing and reappearing as the fire turned aimlessly. It petered out, dispersing smoke as it did.
Wasting no time, Mark summoned three spells one after the other. The first was a wind-spell, sending a forceful gust through the clearing and blowing away the smoke. Next was a lighting spell. A spot in the sky darkened, then three bolts rained down. The last was an earth spell. Dirt formed into sharp stakes, shooting out in a swarm. When the dust settled, Mark looked for his assailant.
A sword point raised to his throat. Mark glanced sideways, finding the robed figure next to him. "Ah," Mark said, tilting his head back as they pressed on the sword.
"Don't touch him!" Babi screamed, thrusting with her light-spear. The figure blinked, appeared behind her, and tossed her to the side. With a shimmer the sword-user returned beside Mark with the sword at his throat.
"That's quite enough," A fair voice said, drawing Mark's gaze. The other robed figure lowered their hood, revealing the most beautiful woman the man had ever laid eyes on. Her hair was long and golden, and her ears stuck out at a point. A glowing rune worked its way up her throat, fading every time it pulsed. The figure next to him kept the sword at his throat.
"We should kill them," The sword-user said, his voice lower, but still as rich as the first figure's.
Grace extracted herself from the rocks, staggering as she stood. "We're not enemies, get your sword away from him!"
"You might be if you knew who we were," The male figure said. Mark glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. The sword-user's face was covered by the hood.
"Just leave us alone!" Babi yelled, scrambling over. She clutched her traveling cloak to her, stopping a stone's throw from the robed figure.
"Calstar, please," The robed elf said. "Let us make peace with them, if they wish it,"
The sword-user raised his head in his hood, revealing a similar face to the first elf. His was marked in delicate patterns, forming a crosswork of rune lines. With a look of contempt, he twirled his sword and sent it back into its scabbard. He turned and walked over to the female elf, standing next to her. "Forgive my brother," She said, bowing her head. "I am Gwelenaen, and this is my brother Calstar," The male elf brushed back a lock of his hair, clearly uninterested in the conversation.
"Your brother could learn manners," Grace said, bending down to check over Babi.
"Watch your tongue," Calstar said, lifting his nose to Grace. "You speak to the Prince of the Guardian line of Sarius, rightful head of the Arch-Guardians and heir to the title of Guardian Supreme,"
Grace finished brushing out Babi's hair, then straightened up. "That's quite a mouthful,"
"Please," Gwelenaen said, lowering her head. "We wish only to pass safely to the lands of Bool. We are pursued by the other guardian lines,"
"Traitors," Calstar said, gritting his teeth.
Gwelenaen raised her head, looking at Mark earnestly. "Our plight is our own, we will not trouble you with it. We will take our leave now, may you have luck on your journey,"
The elf made to raise her hood, but Mark shifted. "Wait," He said. Grace looked at him, confused. He didn't notice as he stared into Gwelenaen's eyes. "We're heroes, perhaps we can help,"
"What!" Grace said, incredulous. "Mark! Bool is to the south! We're headed east!"
"I would not want to travel with a rabble such as you," Calstar said, his voice dangerously low. "Do not even entertain the idea,"
"You said you were being pursued by Guardians," Mark said, gesturing. "Those are other elves like you, right?"
"What are, elves," Gwelenaen said, her face briefly confused.
"My point is we have powers and abilities too,"
Calstar snorted. "Though I am the strongest Guardian and easily bested you, you would not even last against the weakest,"
"Mark stop it," Grace said, growing angry. "What are you doing, we have to find Melody and save Bri first,"
"I think we can help each other," Mark said, turning to Grace. He lowered his voice. "They're from Eo,"
"So?" Grace said, unimpressed.
"So they're obscenely powerful," Mark said. "C'mon, we could learn from them. Grow stronger,"
"By taking a detour south? No!"
Mark exhaled, giving her an earnest expression. "The more we learn about this world, the more we learn how tied up everything is to that forbidden land. And now we actually meet royalty from there. This could be it Grace. This could be the way we fix everything," Grace looked unsure, hesitating. Mark put a hand to her shoulder. "It will be fine, I promise. Melissa can handle Melody. And if not, we'll travel east afterwards,"
"If Melissa gets hurt," Grace said, holding one of her arms.
"She won't. You've seen how she fights,"
Grace glanced at Babi, then met Mark's eyes. She didn't say anything for a long time. Finally she nodded. "Okay. Let's do it,"
Mark's words echoed in Donovan's ears. He seemed light-headed. He felt for the ledge of the fountain, slowly sitting. "Uncle?" Reqart said, coming up beside him. Donovan lowered his face into his hands.
Mark slowly sat down next to Donovan, threading his hands together and leaning forward. "When we woke up from the last time-pass we took, we found ourselves in a different location. We had been kidnapped by the King of Delfanas, in an attempt to keep us from time-passing again. He hoped to convince us to defend the kingdom from the demons of the Eastern Empire," Donovan said nothing, his face still buried in his hands. "The girls were in the capital during a revolt. They barely escaped with their lives. Then, they were attacked by a demon lord named Melody," Mark paused, staring down at his threaded hands. Reqart, unsure of what was happening, came around his father and sat on the ledge with him. "After that, Bri found herself in Caldus Bramble. You've seen what became of that. She won't leave," Mark took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. His voice grew distant. "While we were searching for Melody, I met Reqart's mother. Her name was Gwelenaen. She was beautiful Donovan, kind, with a heart that had room for the whole world and every creature in it," Mark paused, letting the silence stretch. After awhile he started talking again. "We all came to the same conclusion eventually, each in our own way. Grace was the first to start doubting this place was a game. Then me, Alyssa and Melissa. I don't think Bri every really cared. Justin was convinced last. As for Seth, he probably always believed. Reqart came into the world shortly after, and by then we were dealing with the aftermath of Melody's actions. She'd been giving the Eastern Empire access to demons, and by the time She-Joke-, I mean Melissa, took her down, the damage had already been done. Everywhere you looked there was devastation and death," Mark shook his head, then sighed and straightened up. "We're trying to fix it now, but the Empire's unrelenting. And they're far from the only enemy. We fight for the Kingdom Alliance, because they summoned us. But the problems are everywhere,"
Donovan kept his face buried, his thoughts churning. Reqart leaned forward, looking past Mark at the man. "Uncle, are you alright?"
"no," Donovan said, his voice muffled. "I'm not,"
"Reqart was only two years old when Gwelenaen was stolen from us. Her brother found a way to become Guardian-Supreme by disposing of the Arch-Guardians. He did this by promising Reqart's mother to a powerful Spirit Lord. She refused, and Calstar, her brother, has kept her sealed away until she changes her mind,"
"Mark," Donovan said, his voice still strained. That was the only thing he said.
Mark rested a hand on Donovan's back. "When you came out of your time-pass, we were trying to stop both the Eastern Empire's advance on Delfanas, as well as Calstar's mad plans for the Guardians in Eo. Now though, it's all collapsing. We need your help Donovan. If we can unite Esymia's Guardian line with the heir to the golden towers through marriage, we might have the ability to stop Calstar and his allies from hurting a lot of people. And if Justin and She-, Melissa, are successful in the east, we might finally put an end to all the damage Melody caused. Your plan to enter Eo, it will never work. There's a single gate, and it has not been breached for two-thousand years. Neither you nor your army will accomplish it. I have been trying these last seven years to find a way in…" Mark turned to him. "So come back to us Donovan, and join our fight. Help us stop Calstar and the Eastern Empire. What do you say?"
Donovan lifted his face from his hands, his face drained of color. "what do I say?" He repeated, shocked. Before anything else could be spoken, an explosion shook the ground. The tree above the fountain swayed, causing leaves to rain down. Donovan, Mark and Reqart all stumbled from the fountain edge.
"Father!" Reqart yelled, standing. "What was that?"
"I don't know," Mark said, helping up Donovan. "But I have an idea, come on," With Mark and Reqart shepherding him along, Donovan returned through the stone archway into the main feasting area. Another explosion rocked the center, followed by a cloud of smoke.
Bri, her giant, glowing form towering over the area, roared as her four arms made fists. She brought them down, narrowly missing Grace as the armored warrior leapt away. Grace landed, skidding to a halt on the grass. She pointed her spear at Bri. Geometric symbols unleashed another volley of explosions.
Reqart pointed. "Aunt Bri and Aunt Grace are fighting!"
"Damn it all," Mark muttered.
Seth appeared between Mark and Donovan, throwing his arms around both of their shoulders and watching. "Hey guys," He said, bobbing his head to some unheard beat. "Things are getting pretty wild here,"
"Who started it," Mark said, breaking away from Seth's arm to intervene. He was forced to stop as Bri clapped all four hands together and sent a shockwave through the clearing. Everyone present was knocked over.
"Had enough yet!" Grace yelled, leaping into the air and lashing out with her spear. More explosions followed.
"How dare you!" Bri roared. She swiped at Grace, then sent a stream of spirits at her. "I allow you in my domain, and this is how you repay me!"
Grace landed, twirling her spear. "Oh get off your high horse! You think you can just wait out everything in your little forest kingdom? Open your eyes Brianna, the world's coming right to your doorstep!"
"And that is where it will stop!" Bri said, her eyes engulfed in flames. She raised a fist, bringing it down and forcing Grace to dodge out of the way. "I only wish for all of us to be together again, safe! Perhaps I will keep you all here!" Bri opened her four palms to the sky. In response, a thousand wiggly shapes appeared, glowing brightly before disappearing. The ground shook, then trees and other wildlife sprouted up at a rapid rate. Their trunks and flowers expanded, cracking the earth and sending up cascades of dirt and stone.
Donovan felt himself fall. His mind still reeled, the chaotic events around him doing nothing to break him from his trance. Darkness closed in, then a scaly claw reached down and gripped his arm. Donovan felt himself lifted up, then emerge back into sunlight.
"Master!" Crooked-Fang yelled, pulling Donovan to his feet. "We must leave this place!" The young man said nothing as the Montre commander rushed him away. The ground continued to shake as more and more greenery sprouted. Donovan and Crooked-Fang were joined by the others in his party as they fled the ruins.
It was a mad dash. The catgirls ran as well, reaching the treelines and disappearing into the darkness of the forest. The ground upended behind them, vines swirling up and exploding with flowers.
For how long they ran, Donovan couldn't say. Someone helped Crooked-Fang carry him as the ground became a flowing river of dirt and debris. The trees continued to grow around them, slamming into each other and breaking apart violently. Bark and splintered trunks flew around as if caught in a tornado.
The floating castle came into view. It shook as several large boulders slammed into the hive beneath it, breaking away a chunk. Donovan was hurried to the drawbridge and up it. "REQART!" A voice yelled. Donovan slowed, turning despite Crooked-Fang urging him onward. Behind Donovan were his servants. Among them was Reqart, flanked by Princess Ninja.
In the entry to the clearing was Mark. He yelled Reqart's name again, struggling to stand upright as a fierce gale surged. Trees expanded and exploded behind him. Reqart walked a few steps down the drawbridge, Donovan's servants parting for him. The boy paused and cupped a hand to his mouth. "I'm going with Uncle!" Reqart yelled. "I'm going to save mother!"
"NO REQART!" Mark yelled, trying to fight his way through the gale. "IT WONT WORK!"
"Uncle promised!" Reqart shouted back, his posture insistent, defiant. The boy waved. "I'll bring her back! Just wait!" He turned and started up the drawbridge, Princess Ninja shielding him from the wind.
"REQARRRRTTTTTT!" Mark yelled, grasping in the direction of the floating castle.
Reqart came up to Donovan, who gazed down at the boy with a dazed face. The boy smiled up at him and took his hand, leading Donovan the rest of the way up. Darkness swallowed them as they entered the castle.
In the throne room, Donovan stopped allowing Reqart to guide him. The castle lifted up, rapidly leaving the forests of Caldus Bramble. Donovan took his hand away from the boy and slowly made his way to the steps of his throne. He sat on the bottom step and stared straight ahead.
"My Count!" Tokaroaka said, coming up to him. "We ensured Princess Esymia was brought with us. She is safely in comfortable quarters, you need not fear!
The Master of Ships flanked the sorcerer, looking worried. "We will rejoin the fleet soon my Count," the robed Uhnut said, wringing his hands. "Would you like us to head north then?"
Donovan said nothing, continuing to stare straight ahead. "Master," Tokaroaka said, coming up before him and kneeling. "My spies have spread the word to all the surrounding lands that you offer salvation to those willing to journey for it. Many have received the word and flock to join us,"
The young man's eyes slowly blinked, his gaze far-off. Crooked-Fang and several other officials were also present. The Montre Commander approached, banging his trident to his chest in a salute. "My armies are ready master, I will stop at nothing to enact your will. Just give us the word,"
The servants waited, the silence stretching. Donovan made no movement, no noise. An official coughed, the sound echoing around the columns. "How long will you wait around like meek dogs," A voice said. "Before you do what we have been ordered," Lyra emerged from between two commanders, brushing past them and coming to a halt next to Tokaroaka and the master of ships. "He has told us that we are headed for Eo, and so that is where we will head,"
"Quiet you," Crooked-Fang said, curling back his lip. "You do not speak for the master,"
"I remind you what he has already said," Lyra said, coming around to Donovan and standing beside him. She put her hand on his shoulder, staring down the other servants. "Who among you has not heard him speak of his goals? Who can claim ignorance to what he desires?"
"So then let us hear it from him!" Crooked-Fang yelled, his voice booming around the throne-room. "Not from you!"
Tokaroaka, the master of ships and Crooked-Fang all glared at her. Lyra was undaunted, raising her chin and keeping her hand on Donovan's shoulder. "Why are we discussing this?" A small voice said. The officials and commanders turned to see Reqart standing nearby. Princess Ninja loomed behind, gazing down on all before her. The boy tilted his head. "My mother is in Eo, father said so. We must go there,"
Tokaroaka and the master of ships exchanged looks. "You are not the Count," Crooked-Fang said, though his tone wasn't as harsh.
"Do not question me puppet," Reqart said, a smile on his face. Crooked-Fang made a noise of surprise, taking a step back.
"You have heard it then," Lyra announced, looking at all the servants in turn. "We head for Eo, as planned. Does anyone question our Master's orders?"
No one said anything. "Everyone get ready then!" Reqart said, his cheery voice echoing off the columns.
"Perhaps," Tokaroaka said, regarding Donovan. "We should not be so quick to leave the Count. He appears distressed,"
"Perhaps being alone is exactly what the Count requires," Lyra said. Tokaroaka didn't respond, his mask hiding his expression. Lyra bent down next to Donovan, moving until she was in his vision. "Master, would you like to be alone?"
Donovan's eyes focused, recognizing Lyra. "you," He said, softly.
Lyra straightened up. "He wishes to be alone. Leave us," Crooked-Fang looked ready to protest. The Master of Estates stared down the Montre-Commander. The lizard narrowed his eyes, casting a final look at Donovan before leaving.
Reqart approached, taking Donovan's hand. The boy had a worried look on his face. "Uncle, what's wrong?" Donovan's head slowly sank. Reqart patted it. "I'm going to visit Princess Esymia and make sure she's alright. I'll be back,"
Reqart left the throne room, Princess Ninja waiting for him to pass and then following behind him. Donovan was left alone with Lyra. The woman stared down at him. Nothing was said for some time.
"real," Donvoan whispered. "all of it, real,"
"Master," Lyra said, her voice tinged with concern. "Please, share your burden with me. What troubles your thoughts so,"
"I enslaved entire generations," Donovan said, staring past Lyra. He trailed off. More silence stretched, until the man shook his head. "I had people killed in my name. I waged war and built weapons. The whole time people died in droves," His gaze slowly traveled up until he stared at Lyra. "I'm surrounded by people who are forced to serve me with everything they have. They'll do anything for me, even if I tell them to jump off a bridge," He fell silent, his eyes searching hers. "I raped one of them,"
"Master!" Lyra said. "What are you saying!"
"I'm saying I'm a monster!" Donovan screamed, tears streaming down his face. "I've done unforgivable things because I didn't think any of it was real! I thought it was a trap! A game! And now I find out it was all true! That those were people!" He slowly fell forward off the bottom step, sinking to his knees. "I just wanted to go home. I didn't want to fight the Demon King, or whatever they needed us for. I thought destroying Eo might end this world." Donovan gripped his face and let out an anguished yell. "I gambled everything on it!"
Lyra stared down at him with an unreadable expression. "No," she said, her voice oddly strained. "You're not a monster, you're the lord of Vashn, the conqueror of all," She took a step back. "He who raised the dark towers of the land and dug the rivers of lava,"
"no," Donovan said, burying his face again and shaking it. "None of that should have happened. I wouldn't have done any of it if I had known,"
"N-no," Lyra said, her face working hard to stay calm. "Stop speaking like that!"
Donovan slowly rose to his feet, his head lowered. He held out his hand. "I call upon the power of my own name. Unbind this one from my will, and cleave our union," Lyra's face froze. Donovan lowered his hand and slowly sat back down on the bottom step. "Your mind is free now," He said, his voice quiet. "Now do you understand what I have done,"
Lyra stared down at him, her face clouded. When she finally spoke, her words came out quiet, strained. "When I was just a little girl, I watched my eldest sister killed for speaking out against the Quarry-Master during a meeting of the Vashn high council. When I was just a little older, I witnessed a man crushed under a wagon for daring to step on a passing sorcerer's robe," Donovan stared up at her, his brow furrowed. "My second eldest sister was killed by an assassin. My third died of black lung. My last sister killed herself, so that I would not have to do it," Lyra met his gaze. "There could only be one Master of Estates, as you know. The land of Vashn is cruel, as is the city of Mordor. Our lives are worth no more than a pack-beast there. After my last sister's death, I gave everything to be where I am now. There is only one way to live well in Vashn. And that is by pleasing the Master,"
Donovan's head sank back into his hands. He shook it, his voice anguished. "I don't know what to do…I don't know what to do!"
Distant horns sounded, drifting through the columns of the throne room. The sounds of steps reached Donovan's ears. He heard Tokaroaka's voice. "Master, we are arriving at the plains of Eo,"
"what have I done," Donovan whispered, gripping his face.
"Come with me," Lyra said. Her tone held an edge. Donovan raised his face from his hands. More distant horns sounded, and a distant roar built. The Master of Estates took his hand. Donovan hesitated, then slowly rose. Lyra turned and walked with him across the throne-room.
The roar built as they neared the opening. The Vashn ships now blew their own horns, beating drums and calling out to one another. Lyra and Donovan reached the opening in the throne room. The Count gazed out of the castle at the land below.
Dominating the horizon were mountains stretching until they disappeared in either direction. Their peaks rose up to impossible heights, disappearing among the clouds. Before them was a rolling plain, stretching out away from the mountains.
Filling the plains were a sea of people. More people than Donovan could possibly count. They yelled and screamed and cheered. Their voices carried up in waves to the castle, rising and falling with the horns and drums. Tokaroaka came up behind Donovan. "Over a million people have traveled from all the surrounding kingdoms my Count. They wish to enter Eo with you, and seize paradise, as you have promised,"
Lyra came up and rested her chin on Donovan's shoulder. She whispered in his ear. "One million desperate, hungry people my Count. Ready to do anything for a chance at ending the misery they've endured," Donovan gazed down upon the thousands upon thousands of colored figures. They continued to yell and chant as they filled the plain. Lyra came around him, facing Donovan. "Since I was a child I served you because I had no choice. The world was cruel, and death was constant. But as I grew older, I began serving you for a different reason," Donovan stared into her eyes as he listened. Lyra glanced at the mountains in front of them. "You asked me what you should do. I will tell you; do what you have always intended. Break through those mountains, and burn the world down around you. Grind it to ash, and start over anew,"
"what?" Donovan said, struck.
Lyra approached him, taking his hands and holding his gaze. "I will always be with you my Count. I will never leave your side. I have sacrificed everything for you," She came around the side of him, slowly holding her hand over the millions of frenzied people below. "Together, we will end this world," Donovan slowly tore his eyes away from Lyra. He stared down at the masses. They heaved and expanded as they chanted.
In the distance, the mountains of Eo loomed.
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