The Guardian warship
Tangriel trailed across the nighttime sky. The moons reflected of its smooth surface, illuminating the land below. Curved rises rose up towards it as it passed. The ship brushed the tips, sending out clouds of sparkling dust. Ahead of the
Tangriel rose a circular mountain, bent to the side like a giant spigot. Its opening grew larger as the ship approached, the yawning darkness within beckoning.
Donovan stood at the viewport of the
Tangriel, watching the mountain entrance stretch until it encompassed the entire window. Beside him stood Lyra, and on the other side was Reqart. The others had gathered as well; Princess Esymia, Ilizabessa, Prince Galeon. Babi had her hands on Reqart's shoulder as she stood behind the boy. Fanning out around her were Grace, Seth, Justin and She-Joker. Everyone watched the ship enter the darkness.
"Ortahem," Princess Esymia said, her voice soft. Nobody answered. Their eyes could barely make out the sides of the interior. Distant rocks glowed with blues and purples, revealing hanging moss and jutting ledges. The darkness ahead seemed to swallow all light. The warship slowed in the air.
The sound of the Tazham captain's footsteps echoed towards the group. Everyone turned, watching as he approached. The Guardian paused, bowing his elaborate headdress. He straightened back up, gesturing with a long sleeve towards the viewport. "From here we go down into the earth, but beyond that, little is known,"
Grace nodded. "Very well, take us down,"
The warship shuddered as the Guardian crew worked the elaborate controls, then began to lower. Colorful flocks of what appeared to be pointed jellyfish swam past the windows. One of them paused, bobbing in the air in front of the viewport, then hurried on.
"Wow…" Reqart said, pressing his palms to the glass. Donovan couldn't help but agree. He too pressed a palm to the glass, attempting to stare down into the darkness. The angle of the ship made it impossible, so instead he turned his gaze upwards. There was no hint of light, or even the glowing rocks.
Something brushed against the warship, causing it to shudder. Everyone stumbled, reaching for each other for support. Donovan furrowed his brow, straightening up as he and Lyra held on to one another. "What…was that,"
Princess Esymia accepted a hand from Prince Galeon, getting to her feet and brushing at her dress. "A creature of Ortahem no doubt. I would wager it hardly noticed us,"
The Tazham captain turned and signaled to his crew. "Lights! Give us lights!"
Bright beams erupted from the sides of the warship, converging together ahead of them. A massive eyeball stared back, dilating and then blinking. The creature moved on, revealing an unending surface of rocky skin. Finally a tail trailed out behind it. With a quick flick it disappeared back into the darkness.
"Grace…" Babi said, putting a hand to the woman's arm. "There are monsters here, we should be careful,"
Fully concentrating, Grace peered out the viewport. The lights revealed nothing but floating dust, not even the edges of the mountain's interior. The ship lowered into what appeared to be clouds, so thick not even the beams of light could penetrate them.
"Do the legends speak of how far this goes down?" Grace said, turning to Princess Esymia.
The Guardian woman shook her head. "Such things as distance will begin to make little sense in Ortahem. We could travel for minutes, or hours,"
"Hm," Grace said, putting a hand to her chin. "We'll…need to be careful then. We've dealt with things similar to this, in the fey-realms,"
Seth furrowed his brow. "Oh yeahhhh, we almost lost a week once, and it only seemed like a day!"
"I don't want to go through that again," Justin said, burying his face in his hands. "That place really messed with my mind,"
"Then prepare yourselves," Princess Esymia said. "For Ortahem is beyond even the lands of the fey-folk, and far more powerful. It is the center of creation, after all,"
She-Joker stuck a hand in the air, then let herself topple to the side. She caught herself at the last moment, doing a handstand and shielding her eyes with her free hand. The colorful woman peered through the viewport, squinting. "Oh! I see something!"
The others looked as well. The clouds were thinning out, and then, completely disappeared. Light shown down all around them, as powerful as the sun. It seemed to be a circular bright column, rising up and down for miles in either direction. At the bottom were grassy slopes and forests awash in a rainbow of colors. Where the column of light ended, distant, dim spheres glowed, almost as big as moons.
Babi gasped, and several others in the group murmured in astonishment. Donovan himself was awed, taking a step back. The warship continued to lower, nearing the colorful forest and slopes. It shuddered, coming to a stop above the canopy.
"This is as far as we can go," The Guardian captain said, though it was clear he had to force his words. The crew members stood in shock as well, somehow taking in the view with their eyeless heads. The captain raised an arm slightly, looking at the instruments behind him. "We will lower down those who…wish to venture further,"
Grace turned, taking a deep breath. "Alright," She said, breaking away from the group. "But don't think you can leave us,"
"I'll have Princess Ninja and some of the knights stay behind," Donovan said, slowly following after her. "The rest of the warriors will come with us,"
"We…" Princess Esymia said. "We will stay as well. There are laws for our kind, and even now we break them by entering here. I would not risk the line of Baelkadra and Ulum by further trespassing, though I wish more than anything to accompany you,"
Grace nodded, continuing to cross the chamber. "Very well, stay here. Everyone else, let's go,"
"Ho boy," Justin said, still gazing out of the viewport. "This…is going to be intense, isn't it,"
"Hey man," Seth said, patting him on the arm. "We got this," He quickly followed after Donovan and Grace, the others doing the same.
Tokaroaka approached Donovan, bowing his head. "Are we bringing the one known as Marcus?"
The young man glanced behind him at Reqart. The boy stared back, waiting. "Yes," Donovan said, gesturing at some of the sorcerers. "Carry him as best you're able," He lowered his voice. "And bring the crystal weapon as well,"
"It will be as you say," Tokroaka said. He gestured at the sorcerers, issuing commands.
The group made their way down the winding stairs, led by Tazham crew members. Once they reached the platform, they gathered in the middle. Donovan turned to Tokaroaka, who directed the other sorcerers as they carried the crystal holding Mark. "We'll go down first, follow us afterwards," With that, the platform shuddered, then lowered.
Everyone shielded their eyes as bright light streamed all around them. The platform continued to descend, passing through the rainbow canopy and past sparkling trunks. Strange creatures peered at them from the branches, singing in soft coos and lilting melodies.
"How pretty!" She-Joker said, clasping her hands together. "I want one! I need one!"
"Careful," Grace said, staring as they lowered by a particularly large, two-headed jungle cat. It let out a low growl, though it too was like music. "These lands will not be friendly to us,"
The platform shook as it pressed into the ground, then stopped. Grace led everyone off it, gripping her spear. Donovan peered around at the rainbow foliage, noting sets of blinking eyes staring back at them. The platform rose back up for the next group.
As the companions waited, Reqart ventured towards a low-hanging branch with gleaming fruit. He gazed up at it, then reached for one of them. "Reqart!" Babi said, rushing over to him. "Careful!"
The branch jerked back, jingling like bells, then a low hiss emitted. Reqart hugged Babi, wide-eyed. "oh, I just wanted to…"
"It's okay," Babi said, stroking his hair. "We just have to be careful down here,"
Donovan watched the platform lower again. It was filled with Vashn knights, as well as the crystal holding Mark. The detached weapon was also present, loaded into its three separate carts. Once the warriors had disembarked, Grace pointed her spear. "Does everyone see that?"
They all turned. In the distance rose a tower, one that Donovan hadn't seen when he was on the platform. It fanned out towards the top, almost like a bird fountain. Its surface was covered in trees, with a single, black stone pyramid dominating the center.
"Ah," Justin said. "Well, if that isn't a sign, I don't know what is,"
Grace started forward, motioning everyone else with her spear. "Come then, let's investigate,"
The group followed her, the Vashn knights fanning out and forming a protective circle. They drew their swords, gripping them tightly as they glanced around at the forest. Donovan followed closely behind Grace as she led. Lyra walked next to him, though she seemed quiet, almost overwhelmed by their surroundings.
The trees swayed ahead of them, the jingling sound echoing through the forest. Small voices sang out from the brush, growing louder and then fading as the group passed. Donovan began to feel on edge, conscious of the eyes continuing to stare at him. He wasn't sure what they were, and he wasn't about to go and find out.
The forest gave way to a white field. Tall pale stalks rose out of it, covered in puffy white caterpillars. Grace continued to lead, the caterpillars exploding in brilliant colors as they group waded through. Rainbow butterflies fluttered up from the stalks, then faded into dust.
Everyone was silent. In the distance, the massive tower rose up before them. The group sent off waves of butterflies as they passed, finally reaching the stone surface. Grace gazed up at it, as did Donovan and the others. She looked around the base, furrowing her brow. "I don't see a way in, we'll have to walk around,"
"Maybe we should go back for the ship," Justin said, craning his neck upward.
Reqart slowly approached, reaching out a palm to the stone surface to feel it. He made a noise of surprise as he lurched forward. Everyone stared, watching as the boy clung to the side. Reqart got to his feet, standing horizontally from the tower.
"Ah," Donovan said, walking forward. "We're playing fast and loose with gravity then," He picked up his foot and pressed it against the surface, then felt the world tilt. He stood horizontal like Reqart, although to him, everyone else was standing at an angle. Donovan held out his hand to Lyra, who hitched up the hem of her dress and took it, following him onto the wall. Reqart started walking up the side of the tower, prompting everyone else to follow. Soon the entire group was traveling horizontally along the stone.
It took a while to reach the top of the tower, or possibly no time at all. A tiny dark entrance lay where it fanned out like a bird fountain, and Grace gently put a hand to Reqart's shoulder as they neared. "Let me take the lead," She murmured, then moved past him. Babi and Justin hastened to keep up, followed by Seth and She-Joker. Donovan glanced at his knights and the wagons carrying the crystal weapon.
"A few of you stay here with that," He said, gesturing at the weapon. "See if you can't find another way up," The knights nodded, then Donovan headed for the entrance.
One by one they entered the door, disappearing into the darkness. When it was Donovan's turn, he stepped through like the others, then found his world spinning. It felt like he was underwater, traveling at a great speed. Up, down, side to side, all he could see was murky blackness. A bright light appeared ahead, Donovan shooting straight for it. He broke free of the water and gasped for breath.
The young man found himself standing on a glass surface, surrounded by trees. Grace, Reqart and the others stood nearby, clearly recovering from the sudden surprise swim. Donovan heard a noise, turning to see Lyra emerge up through the glass and stumble. She coughed as he helped her to her feet.
"wha…" Lyra said, her eyes wide. "What was that!"
"what was that what was that what was that," voices said, drifting around them. Donovan's head shot up, his eyes narrowed. He searched the trees, looking for the speaker. After a moment he recoiled in shock.
Growing out of the trees were wooden torsos and heads. They were vaguely shaped like people, with open mouths and deep, empty eye sockets. Donovan took Lyra's arm and moved her across the glass lake towards the shore. The others did the same.
Once Justin walked onto earthy ground, he gripped his head. "This is madness,"
"madnessmadnessmadness,"
Grace slowly rose a finger to her lips, signaling for him to remain quiet. She pointed with her spear through the woods, towards the black stone pyramid in the center. She-Joker had a strange look on her face, staring intently at everyone present.
"g-guys?" The colorful woman said, furrowing her brow.
The trees shifted, as if a strong breeze had blown through. "guysguysgusygusy"
She-Joker's head swiveled around, a look of horror crossing her face. "W-what's going on, where are we…"
Her words were repeated by the forest, prompting She-Joker to cling onto Grace's arm. "Where's Bri, why are we dressed like this…"
Donovan, Grace, Seth and Justin stared at her, dumbfounded. Donovan tilted his head as he studied her. "Melissa?"
"What!" She-Joker said, gripping Grace's arm. "Why's everyone staring at me!"
"Oh…we're fucked," Justin said, his voice low.
The forest shifted. "fuckedfuckedfuckedfucked,"
Grace took a deep breath, then patted She-Joker on the shoulder. She nodded her head towards the black pyramid, then started forward. Donovan looked behind him, finding his knights and sorcerers struggling towards the shore. Tokaroaka led those carrying Mark in the crystal. Once they had caught up, Donovan pointed out their destination, then motioned for silence. Together, he and his warriors followed after Grace and the others.
The forest gave way to rows upon rows of upright black obelisks. Their tops were cracked spheres, the zig-zagging lines pulsing with a strong turquoise light. The air hummed with power, causing the end of Donovan's arm-hair to stick up. Grace continued onward, holding She-Joker's hand and gripping her spear with the other. Justin had his sword drawn, and Babi had summoned a light-spear. Whatever they were sensing had them on edge.
Ahead loomed the black pyramid. There were small pyramids jutting out from its sides, though there was no rhyme or reason to their placement. At the base was a doorway covered in crystal cobwebs. Grace came to a stop before it, turning to the others.
"Alright," She said, surveying everyone. "Hopefully…Liloth should be inside," She glanced at She-Joker, who still clung to her arm. "Me…Seth, Justin and Babi will go in. Donovan, you and your warriors will stay out here with Reqart and She-Joker,"
"What about me…" She-Joker said, looking confused.
Grace cleared her throat. "Melissa…you'll stay out here as well,"
"I'd rather go with you guys," She-Joker said, swallowing.
"What do you remember? Can you fight?"
"Fight?" She-Joker said, her face contorting. "Remember? I don't…everything's a blur…"
Grace put her arm to She-Joker's shoulder and forced a smile. "Then just wait out here for now, we'll be back,"
She-Joker closed her eyes and nodded. "Alright…just, hurry please,"
Grace turned her gaze to Donovan. "Can you protect everyone…"
"I'll try," Donovan said, his voice low.
Justin approached the crystal spider webs. He lifted his sword, moving them with the point. They sagged, then faded with a soft harmonic noise. "Whelp," Justin said. "Let's enter the clearly-cursed pyramid and see if we can't negotiate with a powerful spirit,"
Seth cracked his knuckles. "Maybe he knows where Kaylee is…"
"It's worth a shot," Justin said, smiling warmly at Seth.
Grace adjusted her grip on the spear. "If we can convince Liloth to heal Mark, we'll come out for you guys," She paused, biting her lip. "But if we don't come out in six hours…" Grace took a deep breath. "Get out of here,"
"No!" Reqart said, running over and hugging her. "We're not leaving you!"
Grace got down on one knee so she was eye-level with Reqart. "It's okay," She said, moving strands of hair away from his face. "We'll be fine, Donovan and…She-Joker will keep you safe until we return,"
"Make sure you come back," Reqart said, trying his best to look brave.
Straightening up, Grace turned to the door. "Let's go," She said, walking towards it. Seth and Justin, followed by Babi, fell into step behind her. They disappeared one by one into the darkness.
Donovan exhaled slowly, turning to his warriors. The knights stared back at him, gripping their swords. "Form a perimeter," Donovan said, motioning. "Keep your guard up," The knights obeyed, forming a loose circle and facing outward. Donovan slowly sat on the ground, resting his legs. Reqart and She-Joker settled down next to him. Lyra got on her knees in front of Donovan, placing her hands in her lap.
"My king," She said, her voice soft. Her expression however, was serious. "We must find a way to bring down this place. To destroy it from within,"
"What?" Reqart and She-Joker said, both clearly confused. Donovan gave Lyra a warning look.
"We'll talk about that later," He said, patting Reqart on the back. "For now, we wait. I want to heal Mark," He shifted his attention to the crystal holding the man in question. Mark floated within, seemingly asleep. Tokaroaka and his sorcerers stood around it.
"So…" She-Joker said, slipping her hat from her head. "Why exactly…am I dressed like this? Don't get me wrong, I'm kind of digging it…but still,"
Donovan buried his face in his hands. "It's a long story Melissa, I'll tell you when we leave here,"
Time drifted on, everyone waiting. There was a silence surrounding the pyramid, one only broken by the occasional movement of the knights. After awhile Donovan motioned Tokaroaka over. The sorcerer approached, bowing.
"Well?" Donovan said. "What do you think of this place?"
Tokaroaka didn't respond at first. "It is…unlike anything I have ever seen. I would not attempt a spell here, as the air is thick with mana. I could not even guess what would happen,"
Donovan was about to wave him away, but movement caught his eye. Knights and sorcerers emerged from the distant forest, doing their best to haul the three wagons with the crystal weapon.
"Whoa," She-Joker said, getting to her feet. "Hey, aren't those your friends Donovan? What do they got there?"
Narrowing his eyes, Donovan got to his feet as well. "Good, they made it. Bring them over here Tokaroaka, and get the weapon charged,"
The sorcerer called to them, gesturing to the base of the pyramid. The knights hastened to pull and push the wagons forward. Tokaroaka signaled several other sorcerers to follow him and jogged to meet them.
"Sooo," She-Joker said, running her hands through her hair. "Is that like…I can't even begin to guess,"
"A weapon," Donovan said. "We're in a bad place Melissa, and this might be our fallback plan,"
She-Joker's hands paused in her hair. "Cool…cool…I guess,"
"Uncle?" Reqart said, staring up at Donovan. "Do you think Grace and Babi are alright? And Uncle Seth and Justin?"
"I'm sure they are," Donovan said, nodding. He turned to watch the crystal weapon approach.
She-Joker stretchted. "Alright, I gotta ask, who's the kid? And I know that's Mark in that diamond thing over there, what's up with that?"
Donovan didn't turn, still staring at the approaching wagon. "Don't worry Melissa, it'll all be explained later. Think of it like a bad dream,"
The wagons reached the waiting knights. Tokaroaka began setting up the charging crystals, directing the other sorcerers to do the same. The weapon began to pulse as it warmed up. Donovan put his hands on his hips, overseeing the process.
"ooooohhhhhh," A tiny voice said.
Donovan, She-Joker, Reqart and Lyra all turned. Perched above the entrance to the black pyramid was a small bird with three heads. It was rounded, and puffy. One of its heads had at least sixteen eyes. The middle head had tufts of feathers covering all but its beak. The last head looked normal, though when it moved, its beak swung around like it was barely attached.
"What the hell…" Donovan said, taking a step back.
The bird bobbed its three heads, the one in the middle chuckling. "What's that?" The many-eyed head said. The swinging-beak head tilted to the side. "Oh yes, oh yes, what is that?" The middle head chuckled again.
"A weapon," Lyra said, raising and gripping her hand in a fist. "So stand back creature,"
"Weapon!" The two heads on the end said, bobbing in sync. The middle head chuckled again, its feathers continuing to cover its face. The beak-swinger straightened up. "Better not use it!" The many eyed one shook its head. "It'll ruin everything!"
Donovan eyed them. "What do you mean…"
The bird opened a wing, pointing in the distance. "Why" The many-eyed head said. "What if it hurt one of the slumbering ones?" The other head swung its beak around. "Or struck a pillar of life!" The middle head chuckled. "No more world! No more world!"
Donovan noted an excited expression passing over Lyra's face. "That's it…" She said, her voice barely above a whisper. "That's all we have to do…fire the weapon…"
"Nooooooo!" The three heads said. The many-eyed one taped fiercely at the pyramid's stone. "Weren't you listening?? Bad energy grows!" The other headed nodded. "Grows and grows and grows!"
She-Joker picked up a stone and threw it. "Get out of here you creepy-ass bird!"
The creature cawed, then took off, flying in loops up into the air. Donovan stood there, watching it. Lyra turned to him and placed a hand to his shoulder. "My king, we know what we need to do,"
"Do we…" He murmured, his mind racing.
"Everything you've worked for, everything you've desired! That thing just told us how we can burn this world to ash! We just need to fire the castle's weapon until we hit something important!"
Reqart and She-Joker both looked confused. The boy approached Donovan, tugging at his coat. "Uncle? What do you mean burn the world? I thought you were going to save my father and mother?"
Donovan glanced at the entrance to the pyramid. How long had it been since Grace and the others entered? He couldn't tell. "I'm not sure," Donovan said, refusing to meet Lyra's gaze. "I want to…know more about this world, before I risk anything,"
Lyra gripped him, her expression intense. "You have to risk everything to gain what you desire! It is the only way!"
But, what did Donovan desire? To leave? Would destroying this world do that? Or would it kill everyone and everything? He turned to Tokaroaka, making a small gesture. The sorcerer left the weapon, approaching and bowing.
"Yes my king,"
"I'm going inside the pyramid," Donovan said. "If I don't come out…" He took a deep breath. "Fire the weapon, and don't stop,"
Tokaroaka tilted his mask. "Fire it at what, master?"
Donovan turned towards the entrance and started walking. "Whatever you want,"
Reqart ran up to him. "I'm going too!"
"No," Donovan said.
"Yes!" Reqart yelled, his expression serious. "I want to help save my parents!"
Donovan gazed down at him. Did it really matter at this point? He rustled the boy's hair, giving him a small, encouraging smile. "Alright, you can come with,"
"I'm coming as well," Lyra said, taking a step forward.
"Oh shit," She-Joker said. "You're not leaving me out here with the medieval guys and the creepy mask guys, I'm going where you're going,"
Donovan looked at the two women, finally nodding. "Very well, let's go,"
The four of them headed for the entrance, Donovan leading. He entered into the pyramid, the darkness enveloping him like a mist. The temperature dropped, Donovan's breath coming out in a cloud. He could barely see.
"Okay, someone take my hand," She-Joker said. "I can't see shit,"
"That's a good idea," Donovan said. "Everyone hold hands," He felt around until he grasped Reqart's, waiting for the others. When it was clear everyone was holding someone, he started forward again.
Donovan walked slowly, feeling ahead with his foot. A thin ray of blue light appeared in the distance, which the young man headed for. After awhile he could make out black stone rising up around him, forming strange, twisted shapes. As he neared the light, he spotted a figure perched on a squat column.
The figure was huge. It was hunched over, dressed in rags that trailed down around the column. Massive wings hung on either side of it, the feathers cracked and splintered. Its head was obscured by long gray hair that hung down around it. Donovan entered the blue light, which seemed to come from somewhere above. He checked over his shoulder, noting Reqart, Lyra and She-Joker behind him. They let go of each other's hands, coming to stand shoulder to shoulder. Donovan turned back to the figure.
"Are you Liloth," He said, his voice oddly muted.
The figure shifted on the column, turning to face them. Its head was still covered by hair, though two eyes glowed within. One of the wings lifted slightly, then settled back against its body. "More visitors," it said, its voice low. Donovan could feel its words in his chest like a hammer.
He swallowed, then tried again. "Are you Liloth,"
The figure nodded. "I am,"
"Where's my mother!" Reqart said, taking a step forward.
The figure tilted its head slightly, then leaned forward. Its head extended on a long neck, coming to a stop in front of Reqart. The boy trembled, but did his best to appear brave. The creature receded its neck, straightening up to its full height on the column. It towered over them. "Ahhh, how interesting,"
"Others came in before us," Donovan said. "Where are they,"
Liloth didn't respond at first. One of its wings opened up, pointing to the side. More blue light shone down, revealing Grace, Seth, Justin and Babi. The four hung suspended in the air, their eyes closed. "They asked me questions I did not like," Liloth said, bringing his wing back. "And moved in ways that displeased me. I put them to sleep,"
Donovan swallowed. "Well…you might not like us then…"
The spirit lifted two large claws, pointing one at the young man. "Then I shall do the same to you,"
"I wouldn't. I have a weapon outside. It's going to bring down all of Ortahem. It'll destroy this place if I don't return,"
Liloth's glowing eyes blinked behind his hair. He nodded slowly. "So much death. For what purpose would you do such a thing?"
"I want…" Donovan said, trying to still his beating heart. "I want to know something. If this is a game. Tell me, now. Tell me if this is all a game,"
"Game," Liloth repeated. "What do you mean by that?"
Donovan narrowed his eyes. "Is it real! Tell me if all of this is real! Are the people real! Are the places real! The sun, the moons, the elves, fucking everything!"
"A dream, perhaps?" Liloth said, his voice rumbling around them. "One you can not wake from?"
"Yes!"
The spirit didn't respond, settling down onto the column. He tapped on the edge with a claw, the sound echoing. "It matters not to me if this is a dream. I do what I desire, and enjoy the feelings that come with it. I am true to myself, and that is real enough for me…"
Donovan took a step forward. "Well it's not real enough for me! I have to know! I have to know if I'm a fucking monster! Tell me!"
Liloth laughed, the sound gripping Donovan's chest. The spirit looked to the side, then back at the young man. "You do not need me to tell you if you are a monster. Only you know your heart. Now, is that all you came to ask? Begone, and take whatever weapon you speak of with you,"
"No!" Reqart yelled. "My father's sick! You have to heal him! You have to tell me where my mother is!"
Liloth curled his wings around himself. "I grow weary of all these voices, weary of those who enter my home uninvited. I tried to move about in the lands above, and have little to show for it. So now I wish to remain here, unbothered. But I cannot even have that. Such I assume is the price for my hubris," He pointed a wing at Donovan. "You seem to lead the others, so I will offer you a deal,"
"A deal," Donovan said, lifting his chin. "What deal,"
"You want your companion healed? I will do it, it is easy for one such as me. I can see him now, wasting away under the curse outside. I need only utter a word, and he will recover. I will do this, and give you these sleeping ones" Liloth motioned with his wing at Grace, Seth, Justin and Babi.
"And what do you want in return?"
Liloth leaned forward, fixing his glowing eyes on Donovan. "Leave, you and all your companions. Do not ever return. Do not use your weapon, in fact, destroy it. I wish to be left alone in peace,"
Donovan stared at the spirit, his mind churning with thoughts. He felt Reqart's hand. The young man glanced down at the boy, then back at Liloth. "And what about his mother? You captured Gwelenain. Where is she?"
A low growl escaped Liloth, his eyes glowing fiercely. "The one who was promised to me escaped. I told you I had nothing for my efforts outside this place, and I spoke the truth. I do not know where she is, and I no longer care. Now choose,"
Donovan stood there, bathed in the blue light. Mark and his other friends, in exchange for leaving. Or he could risk everything by firing the weapon outside. Put an end to this world, and possibly awake in a lab somewhere. To escape the nightmare he'd been experiencing, and save his friends.
Was it worth it?
"Uncle," Reqart said, staring up at him. The boy's face was grieved, tears brimming around the edges.
"My king," Lyra said. Her expression was resolute. "Do not listen to the lying spirit. It is afraid of your power. You can end everything, here and now,"
"Holy shit this is confusing," She-Joker said. "The hell is going on,"
Donovan felt tired. So very, very tired. Tired of trying to make sense of everything. Tired of feeling like his friends were disappointed in him. And it was his fault, wasn't it? Donovan wasn't an idiot, he knew what his actions had led to. If it was real, he was a monster. And if it wasn't…?
"I don't know what to do anymore," He whispered. "I want to die, but more than anything, I just want this all to end. But…" He raised his head, staring at Lyra. "Not like this. Not if it means gambling with everyone's life…I don't…I don't think I can do that,"
Lyra looked shocked. "No…no! My king!"
Donovan exhaled slowly, turning towards Liloth. Now that he had come to a decision, he felt confident. He knew now that path he wanted to take. He knew at least one way to make things right. "Heal Mark, release my friends. We're leaving,"
"No!" Lyra shouted, gripping him. "What are you doing!"
Reqart smiled up at him. Donovan returned the smile, then looked at Lyra. "I'm sorry, but I can't take the risk you want me to. Not if it means possibly killing my friends. That's the one line I know I can't cross,"
"They're…they're not your friends!" Lyra shouted. "I'm your queen! Everything you've strived for, everything you've done in Vashn, it has all led up to this! And you would turn your back on it all! Render it all meaningless!"
Donovan nodded. "I would. It's my choice, after all," He looked past her at Liloth. "You heard what I said, now do it,"
The spirit opened his wings wide, the cracked feathers shaking. Grace, Justin, Babi and Seth lowered to the floor. "It is done," Liloth said, closing his wings again. "Now leave, and never return,"
The pyramid shook, black rock tumbling down around them. Donovan looked up in alarm, noting a widening hole in the ceiling. Grace slowly got to her feet, holding her head. "What? What's going on?"
Donovan glanced at Liloth, finding the spirit gone. "We need to go!" He shouted, grabbing Reqart's hand. "Come on! Before this whole place comes down on top of our heads!"
Justin helped Babi to her feet, Seth slowly rising behind them. Justin looked confused. "What…I was just having the strangest dream…"
"Come on!" Reqart shouted, running ahead and dragging Donovan. "Hurry!"
The others didn't need to be told twice. A large chunk of black stone slammed down, prompting the group to run. The blue ray of light expanded, lighting their way. Another prick of light opened ahead. Donovan overtook Reqart, leading the others towards it.
They emerged from the black pyramid, the structure tumbling down behind them. Black dust poured out, enveloping the group and causing them to cough. Donovan could make out faint figures, but was forced to cover his eyes as the dust continued to billow around them. He lowered his hand as the sound of destruction faded.
The dust cleared, and Donovan's heart sank. He knights were dead, as were most of the sorcerers. Standing on the crystal weapon was Havek the platinum-ranked adventurer. He wrapped his arm around Mark's neck, who struggled weakly in his grasp. Havek's axe was held close to the hero's eye. Daisamay stood next to the wagons, her foot on top of Tokaroaka's head as she kept him pinned to the ground. The sorcerer struggled against her boot, his mask missing.
"Forgive me master," Tokaroaka said, coughing up blood. There was at least a score of adventurers spread out around the wagons. They all gripped weapons, their eyes narrowed.
"What is this!" Grace yelled, leveling her spear. "Let go of Mark, now!"
"Father!" Reqart yelled, running towards him. Babi stopped him, holding the boy tightly as he fought against her. "Let me see him! Let me see him!"
Havek tilted his head back and laughed. He grinned at the companions, making a sweeping gesture with his axe. "You really thought you'd won back there, didn't you," His expression changed to one of hatred. "Well you didn't. We followed you here, and discovered the great power within this land. Maolin says this tower is filled with incredible artifacts, and we're taking all of them for the guilds," The robed figure stepped out from behind the carts, drawing back its hood to reveal the glass skull underneath. Havek pointed his weapon at Grace. "But first, we'll deal with you. Drop your weapons, or ol' Marcus here dies,"
Grace grit her teeth. "You have no idea what you're doing,"
"She's right," Donovan said. "We need to leave, I've made a deal with the spirit Liloth. Everyone lives if we go,"
Grace peered at Donovan from the corner of her eyes, a strange expression passing over her face. He would almost say it was one of surprise. Havek sighed. "It seems you're not taking me serious enough. Maolin, if you would,"
The robed figure reached down to the ground, picking up a device attached to coils of copper. They flipped a switch, activating the crystal weapon.
"oh fuck," Donovan said, his eyes widening.
"We can just obliterate you," Havek said, shrugging. "It's not that hard, since you're standing right in this fine device's path,"
The ground around them trembled, causing everyone to pause. The ruined pyramid shifted, then the black stone began to cave in. It disappeared, a hole widening underneath. It continued to expand, swallowing the entire structure.
"Run!" Justin yelled. "The ground is collapsing!" He sprinted forward. After a beat, Seth and Babi followed. Donovan ran, holding Reqart's hand. Grace and She-Joker hurried after him.
Havek lost his balance on top of the cart, falling forward with Mark. Daisamay screamed, then lifted her foot from Tokaoraka's and ran. The sorcerer scrambled up and stumbled after her.
The ground opened, corpses sliding towards the black chasm. Havek, Mark and the glowing crystal weapon plunged down into it. "No!" Grace screamed, coming to a stop. The tower continued to shake, but the hole stopped widening. Everyone turned as Grace ran towards the edge.
"Grace!" Babi yelled. "Get back!"
A figure rose up on the other side of the chasm, spreading its wings. It was Liloth. "We made a deal," He said, his voice rumbling. "And still you would destroy this world. Your weapon will bring ruin down around us,"
"It was those fucking adventures!" Donovan yelled. "They activated it!"
"It does not matter," Liloth said, flapping twice. He took off into the air, climbing upward. "You will suffer the same fate as I now. Enjoy the last moments of your life…"
"Fuck!" Donovan yelled, falling to his knees and beating on the ground. "Fuck!"
The tower shook violently. Donovan heard a sound and looked up. Grace still stood at the edge of the hole. Taking a deep breath, the hero closed her eyes. She opened them, turning to her companions.
"I love you all," Her gaze lingered on Donovan, then moved to Babi. "All of you. Stay strong, and…be the heroes I know you are," She faced the hole and stepped out over the edge, plummeting down. Babi screamed. Donovan yelled as well, as did the others.
Air whipped past her as Grace shot down. Dim light shone around her from above, illuminating a ledge. The crystal weapon and the carts were smashed upon it. Hevak and Mark were splayed out nearby. The adventure's neck was clearly broken, his body lifeless. Mark struggled to pick himself up. Grace spun in the air and landed on her feet, shaking the ledge. She reached down and helped Mark to his feet.
"You…" Mark whispered, his face smeared with blood. "You came for me,"
Tears brimmed in the corner of Grace's eyes. "Not…not just for you," She looked up at the glowing crystal weapon. "I…wanted to save this world, but nothing I did ever seemed to bring it any closer to salvation," Grace gripped her spear. "But I'm going to do one thing, one thing I know will give everyone else a chance to finish what I started,"
Mark closed his eyes. "I seem to have lost my bells…it looks like we might die down here…"
"It's okay," Grace said, smiling warmly. "You and I always fought the hardest. I would make this choice a thousand times over. I'm sorry we couldn't save you though…"
Mark opened his eyes, staring at her. "No, it's fine. I don't want to leave Reqart, but I would give my life for him in a heartbeat if it meant he survived,"
The crystal flickered, a loud hum growing. Mark slowly gripped the spear alongside Grace. The two turned, facing the weapon. With resolute expressions, they both plunged the spear into the crystal with all their might.
Donovan and the others stared down into the darkness of the chasm. A bright flash appeared from the depths, then fire bubbled up. It burst forth from the hole, shooting up in a column.
"GRACEEEEEEE!" Babi yelled, falling to her knees.
"FATHER!" Reqart yelled, tears falling from his face.
Donovan shielded himself from the flames. The fire flickered out, then a new tremor began. "This…" Justin began shaking his head. He finally came to his senses. "This whole tower is going to collapse! We need to go! Now!"
"No!" Babi yelled, scrambling towards the ledge. She tripped over something, spotting Mark's sash of bells. She scooped it up, holding it close as she continued towards the chasm. "Grace is down there! Marcus is down there!"
"They're gone!" Justin yelled, pulling her to her feet. "Let's go!"
Donovan turned and grabbed Reqart's hand, pulling him along. "No!" The boy screamed, grasping towards the hole. "Father! Father!"
The survivors ran away from the shaking chasm. Justin and Seth pulled Babi, while Donovan continued to tug Reqart along. She-Joker ran behind them, with Tokaroaka and Lyra bringing up the rear. They struggled past the black columns, then entered the forest of bodies.
The glass lake stretched out before them. Donovan took the lead, pulling Reqart along. A massive shape rose up along the edge, revealing itself to be the Guardian warship. It continued rising, the platform descending from its bottom. It came to a stop at the rim. Princess Ninja gripped one of the rails and gestured for everyone to hurry.
They stumbled onto the platform, Babi collapsing as she sobbed. Reqart squeezed his eyes tightly as he curled into a ball. Everyone else turned back to the tower, the platform raising back up towards the ship. Donovan watched as the structure collapsed in on itself. The tower tumbled down, raining stone and dust. His view was finally obscured as the platform was enveloped by the ship.
The group was gripped in silence, only broken by Babi and Reqart's crying. Justin slowly shook his head, sinking down to the floor. "No…it…no…."
Seth gripped his hair, turning in a slow circle. "Fuck…fuck shit fuck…"
She-Joker lay down as well, closing her eyes. "wake up, just wake up, just wake up now…"
Everyone remained there as the warship shifted. Donovan felt it gaining speed, hurrying to leave Ortahem. He glanced around. Lyra stood nearby, staring at him with an unreadable expression. Tokaroaka was next to her, his whole body sagging with weariness.
Donovan moved over to Reqart, wrapping his arms around the boy. He held him tightly, closing his eyes. His whole sacrifice had been in vain. Two of his friends, dead.
After some time had passed, footsteps drifted towards them. Donovan opened his eyes to see Princess Esymia, as well as Ilizabessa and Galeon approaching. The trio came to a stop near the platform.
"What happened," Esymia said, her voice quiet.
Everyone looked up towards her. She surveyed their expressions, then cast her gaze down at her feet. "I do not see my sister. Or Marcus, or Grace,"
"Gone," Justin said, shaking his head. Both he and Seth sat next to Babi, their hands on her shoulder as she continued to cry.
"I see," Princess Esymia said, turning away. Her voice trembled. "We will be reaching Agasul and Theemoth soon. We can decide what to do from there,"
She left. Ilizabessa stared at Donovan for a lingering moment, then turned and followed alongside Galeon. Their footsteps echoed until they faded.
For how long everyone remained on the platform, Donovan couldn't say. Babi and Reqart stopped crying, silence once again descending. He felt the ship slow, then the sound of someone else approaching. Donovan looked up to see the Tazham captain, flanked by two of his crew.
"We have arrived over Theemoth," He said. "And are lowering towards the palace. Would you like to remain here? We will lower you down,"
Nobody responded. Donovan finally shifted, letting go of Reqart. "That's fine,"
The captain turned to his crew members, motioning. The platform shuddered, then began to lower. Sunlight blinded everyone. Donovan closed his eyes, finally opening them as wind billowed past. He looked around, seeing Theemoth rise up towards them.
As they neared the ground, several objects streaked through the sky, striking the side of the warship. Explosions rocked it as chunks broke away and plummeted past the platform.
"What!" Donovan yelled, the platform shifting. Everyone tumbled off as more explosions tore into the warship. He fell through the air, slamming into the cobblestone below. The impact drove the wind from his chest. The others landed next to him, crying out in pain.
Donovan was dazed, his vision blurred. He could make out cries, angry yells and voices. He held his head, struggling to his feet. Looking around, he saw the street filling with figures. It was the refugees, charging towards him.
"Shit!" Justin yelled, scrambling to his feet and drawing his sword. "We've been ambushed!"
Babi got up as well, flicking her wrists and summoning two light-spears. The others slowly stood as well. The street shook as thousands of footsteps ran across it. The refugees gripped weapons, clearly taken from Donovan's warriors. They yelled and screamed as they neared.
"Run!" Justin yelled.
Donovan looked around, finding Reqart. Seth helped the boy to his feet, then scooped him up in his arms and took off. Donovan found Lyra next. She held up her dress as she ran after Justin and Seth. She-Joker skipped ahead, cartwheeling and laughing. It was clear she was back to her former self.
The young man sprinted, trying to keep up. The cries of the refugees grew closer, their anger shaking the windows of the buildings surrounding the street. Donovan stumbled, righting himself and continuing onward.
More refugees appeared from side alleys, waving their weapons as they closed in. Ahead of them, near the palace, a Vashn warship lowered. Soldiers stood in the opening in the side, beckoning Donovan and the others towards it. Explosions rocked the palace behind the ship, sending up a plume of fire. Justin and Babi reached it first, leaping up into the opening. Seth followed, carrying Reqart up into the ship. Lyra made it as well, holding up her hands as the soldiers helped her up. Tokaroaka however continued on, running towards the palace.
Donovan ran with all his might. The warship began to lift up, the soldiers shouting for him to hurry. A rock hit the back of his head, causing Donovan to falter. His vision spun as he tried to remain upright. He neared the warship, watching as Lyra turned and stared down at him.
Donovan jumped, sailing through the air and catching the ledge. He slipped as the warship rose, one of his hands losing its grip. He held it up towards Lyra as he struggled. "Help me!"
Lyra stood there, gazing down at Donovan. She slowly knelt down. "You were right," Lyra whispered. "I didn't know who you were. I thought there was a reason for all the suffering, a purpose. But now all I know…is that you are
not my king," With that, she shoved his face, sending Donovan falling down towards the street.
"NOOOOOOO!"
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Donovan falls.
He continues falling.
Still falling.
Time seems to slow around him.
He grasps at the air.
The Vashn warship lifts into the sky.
Lyra stares down at him, her expression hardened.
The soldiers near her are yelling.
Lyra turns away.
Reqart's head appears over the edge.
He's screaming.
He almost falls through the opening.
Seth and Justin reach out and grab Reqart, pulling him back.
Donovan continues to fall.
The air rushes past him.
He sees Babi and She-Joker appear in the opening.
They're both shocked.
The Vashn warship continues to climb in the air.
Fire streaks through the air.
Donovan spins as he falls.
He's now facing the street.
The refugees wait, screaming up at him.
The ground rushes up towards him.
Donovan hits the street, his forehead slamming into the stone.
The refugees mob around him.
They kick him.
Some bend down to hit him.
Tyrant! Murderer!
My father's dead because of you!
I watched my children die and couldn't do anything!
The refugees lift him up over their heads, many continuing to hit him.
Someone stabs Donovan with a sword in the side.
He cries out in pain.
Someone else stabs his arm.
He cries out again.
Another refugee shatters his leg with a stone.
Murderer!
Tyrant!
Donovan is held aloft, the refugees surging around him.
Rocks rain down from the roofs.
One of the stones hits Donovan's face, breaking his jaw.
My husband is dead! You sent him to his death!
Kill him!
Death! Death!
Execute him!
Someone plunges a spear into his broken leg.
Donovan gasps for air as another rock hits his chest.
My son is dead!
My mother! You killed my mother!
A refugee slams a club down on his ribs, breaking them.
To the palace! Take him to the palace!
To the palace!
To the palace!
Execute him on the balcony!
The mob heaves him up.
Rocks continue to be thrown from the rooftops.
They carry him through the street.
A refugee stabs him through the cheek.
Donovan coughs up blood.
Death! Death to the king!
Death to the king!
Execute him for all to see!
Donovan's vision is blurry.
The voices raise in anger around him.
Another rock hits his arm.
Several of the rocks accidently hit refugees.
They threaten to drop him.
More rush to hold him aloft.
They carry Donovan as bodies surge around him.
Another club hits his stomach.
Donovan coughs up blood.
Death!
Death!
Justice!
Justice for the dead!
Yes! Justice for the dead!
Donovan murmurs, blood seeping from the wound in his cheek.
The crowd continues forward.
They carry him, all yelling.
A refugee lunges over the head of another.
They manage to stab Donovan in the side.
Pain. So much pain.
His vision fades.
Blackness grows.
The voices grow distant.
Don't kill him yet!
Wait for the balcony!
A healing spell! Someone give him a healing spell!
Cold liquid splashes Donovan's face.
Some of his wounds close up.
Rocks continue to fall down on him.
One hits his eye, breaking the socket.
Not yet!
Not yet! Don't kill him yet!
More liquid splashes his face.
Donovan gasps, his vision clearing.
Pain.
Pain.
So much pain.
Someone grabs his hands.
They break his fingers.
Thumb broken.
Pointer finger broken.
Middle finger broken.
The person is shoved away by another refugee.
Not yet!
Don't kill him yet!
The mob carries Donovan up the street.
His head lulls to the side.
Donovan can make out the palace ahead.
Someone smacks his head with a blunt object, blurring his vision.
Death to the tyrant!
Death to the murderer!
You brought us here!
You brought us to our deaths!
An arrow sails through the air, imbedding in Donovan's waist.
He cries out in pain.
They pass a series of stakes.
Vash soldiers are impaled on them.
Kill him!
Justice!
Death!
Donovan's lifted higher into the air.
He sees children on the roofs.
They throw bricks.
One of them hits his chest.
His bones break.
Donovan cries out in pain.
Anger all around him.
Voice yelling.
Someone else stabs him.
A hammer falls on his leg.
More pain.
Pain.
Pain.
So much pain.
To the palace!
To the balcony!
Execute him!
Kill the king!
More stakes pass.
Soldiers impaled on them.
Donovan is heaved.
He sails in the air.
Donovan falls back down.
The mob catches him.
Rocks and bricks rain down.
Another arrow sails past him.
Someone stabs him in the arm.
Not yet!
Not yet!
Cold liquid splashes his face.
His wounds start to heal.
Another blade pierces his leg.
Donovan coughs up blood.
A brick slams into his groin.
Donovan's vision fades.
To the palace!
The balcony!
You killed my daughter!
I watched my son die!
My father! He was too old to fight!
The mob surges forth.
They heave him up.
Donovan turns slowly as he flies.
More stakes.
More soldiers.
Donovan can barely think.
What happened.
What happened.
Hands reach up.
He's caught.
A spear butt slams into his stomach.
You sent us to our deaths!
You killed us!
Murderer!
Tyrant!
Death to the king!
Death to the king!
They carry him up the steps.
A rock hits his head.
The mob pauses.
Someone climbs up on an overturned cart.
They cup their hands.
Gather! Everyone gather!
The refugee points up at the balcony.
Everyone Gather! We're executing him now!
Yes!
Yes!
Death to the king!
Death to tyrants!
The mob heaves on the palace doors.
They push again.
Donovan is still held aloft.
He can barely see.
Blood trickles down his face.
The mob pushes on the doors.
A battering ram! We need a battering ram!
Get a ram!
Break down the doors!
Kill all inside!
Donovan sees people rushing around him.
A piece of timber is dragged forth.
Refugees pick it up.
Someone stabs him again.
Pain wracks his body.
Not yet!
Not yet!
Break down the doors!
Break them down!
Death!
Justice!
The mob surges.
They slam into the door with the timber.
The doors groan.
The mob heaves.
Donovan stares up at the sky.
Sunlight drifts down.
He closes his eyes.
The mob heaves.
The doors groan.
Again!
Again!
We've almost got it!
The mob heaves.
The doors buckle.
Almost!
Almost!
A refugee climbs over the others.
It's a boy.
He scrambles onto Donovan.
The boy is enraged.
He beats on Donovan with his fists.
One hit.
Another hit.
Donovan coughs up blood.
Hands reach up.
They pull the boy off.
Not yet!
Soon!
Again, hit the doors again!
Execute him!
Off with his head!
The doors splits open.
The mob cheers.
Rocks fly through the air.
Donovan is carried through into the palace.
The mob cries out in anger.
Death!
Death!
Death to the king!
A bright flash of light washed over Donovan and the mob. The refugees cried out in pain. They were thrown back. Another shockwave carried past them, knocking over those behind them. Dark figures dropped down, drawing swords. Donovan could barely make out the mob's screams as his vision faded. His whole body ached with pain, searing along his spine.
The screams and cries slowly died. Donovan felt his body glow, his wounds healing.
"Justice?" A voice said. A low chuckle echoed around the palace. "No, not in this world. Never in this world,"
Donovan tried to raise his head. He saw the bodies of refugees heaped around him. Their expression were shocked, and lifeless. Donovan shifted his gaze, struggling to look up. An old man stared down at him. He had grayed eyes, and a wide-brimmed straw hat.
"Hmm," The old man said. "He's quite wounded. Are you sure he's the one, Demon Lord Kaylee?"
Another figure appeared in Donovan's vision. He squinted, fighting against the pain. "wha…ka…Kaylee?"
His friend stared down at him, wearing a cloak and a hood. Her expression was hardened. "Yes, you've been watching him, same as I have. You know he's the only one who can stop Alyssa,"
The old man chuckled. "The Light-Bringer is a hundred times more powerful than this miserable wreck. And you want to make him a Demon Lord?"
"Not just me," Kaylee said, her voice low. "Or have you forgotten who we serve Lord Henrus…"
"No," The old man said, bending down. "Never," His hands wrapped around Donovan, pulling him up. "Come anti-hero, you will not die this day. Not yet. Although…" The old man glanced at Kaylee. "He will need servants, as we have. Powerful beings to carry out his will. Who shall we give him? Who will serve our newest Demon Lord?"
"I will serve the king," A voice said.
"As will I,"
"You saved him, so we will follow wherever you take him,"
Donovan's head lulled to the side. He could just barely make out Tokaroaka, Princess Ninja and Belok standing in the shadows. All three of them were heavily wounded. Tokaroaka had a crystal tied to his back. Within it slumbered his adopted daughter.
"Oh hooo!" Henrus said, the old man chuckling. "Look at that! Servants loyal to the last! Very well, come and follow us. We go now to meet the Demon King,"
Donovan's vision faded. The last thing he saw was Kaylee staring down at him.
Yes. He will be the one to finally bring about the Events….
