The Fall into war: Gaia, #2
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With the Imperium invading the homeland of the Gaians, Calum and his friends travel to new continents and islands for the gods, but will soon be forced to give up on their adventure and join the fight, bringing whatever gods they have to defend their homes. While an ancient beast is awakened and brought against their races.
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The Fall into war - K Industries
82 THE RISE OF THE LAST WEAPON.
A wave crashed against the carrack Tricares, washing across the deck of the ship, and covering the crew in the freezing water, adding to the already drenching rain.
The captain held on to the taffrail fearing being thrown overboard, while he stood on the forecastle looking out past the bowsprit. The wind and rain lashed at his face. While he held out a hand to deflect some of the miserable rain from his eyes that blinding his view. Instead the cold water ran down his already drenched arm, and he wondered whether there was any point to wearing clothes when he was this wet.
Where are they?
He said through the rain at the rolling waves. One of which seem to grow taller than the ship as it came near, before hitting the ship and crashing across the deck, covering the captain in a flood of water. As the water became a puddle upon the ship, another came crashing over to further the drenching.
The captain already soaked through, to the point his face and body looked like part of the rain, became washed by yet another shower, accompanied by a strike of lightning across the sky. A few seconds passed before the rumbling thunder arrived. He did not want to stay there, and was contemplating leaving.
To another sheet of lightning and in the wake of another wave, Lultima Arma rose from behind the Tricares, coming up above the rolling sea. The green moss fell in places to reveal a stained white metal, and across its body the moss hung in long cords, as strange almost humanoid top came up from the water.
A crewman who sighted Lultima Arma, shouted from the aft castle to his captain. The captain turned and his face dropped, his mouth wide open as they beast came to rest on the rolling ocean.
Aboard the Lultima, Clumeris stared at the buttons on a console. What does this do?
Clumeris asked Major Boremus, as they stood on the bridge.
Leave it alone Clumeris!
Boremus ordered.
Found the targeting scanners sir!
Selayna called, looking around at her panels of information.
Boremus looked confused. How do you know that it's a scanner?
It's written above the picture of a carrack,
she replied.
I'm sure it's the Tricares on the picture sir,
Relares said, standing over Selayna.
A red light begun flashing. They looked at Clumeris, standing where Relares should have been.
Clumeris what have you done?
A fretting major questioned.
I pressed this-
He stopped as he looked for which button he had pressed. This one!
A whoosh followed just a second later. A missile flew from Lultima's arm.
Stop it! Stop it now!
Boremus ordered.
How?
Selayna questioned.
The captain of the Tricares watched wonderingly at the stream of smoke trailing through the rain and coming straight for them. The missile broke through the hull, and into the vessel. Within a second an explosion ripped the carrack apart, obliterating the Tricares. Plumes of deep red fire lit up the rain and the face of Lultima Arma.
On board the metal giant, Boremus looked out in awe. Did you see that? Did you?
He questioned those around. Checking his own mind, hoping he wasn't having an hallucination. They all looked on stunned and heavy. Absolute power in our hands.
And Clumeris sir?
Relares asked switching off the care.
The major turned to Clumeris. Who whimpered back as the major came to him. Don't you dare touch anything without my permission, ever!
perhaps we had ought to figure this vessel out a little more before we head back sir?
Selayna offered.
He took a step nearer to her hovering his eyes over her console. You figured out how to float up. You're sure you can figure out how to go forward. Everything else we can figure out as we head back to the fleet,
he said. Perhaps reloading is something we can start with..
Sir!
Relares called. Pretty sure, since nothing has changed that we can fire still. Though I have no idea how many times.
Boremus stood hauntingly. The power dawning on him. This beast killed gods, and now we stand upon its bridge.
83 CALUM LOOKS FOR ANSWERS.
Calum was looking around the hallways of the Ravanov, taking the stairs out on to the windy deck and the noisy propellers. He see Nortedes alone on the deck, staring out at the grey clouds drifting away from Idona. Calum went up to him, clutching his cloak around his body, trying in vain to stay warm, he shivered against the cold.
Hey I've been looking for you,
he called standing beside Nortedes.
I wasn't difficult to find,
he said with a brief smile.
Yeah right!.. Nice view.
Calum said looking out at Idona.
You want to know more about your sword?
Nortedes took a guess, taking a look down at Calum.
Ah hah,
Calum answered.
Throughout history, there have been stories of the gods and aeons, and the jewels that go with them, and the summoners that call them. But one story differs from the text, which was on Gaia a thousand years before. It tells of an army of aeons that defended the fledgling species upon Gaia from; This is where the text differs, Dracians, Amarians, and even the extinct race the Traicans. Which tried to destroy the newer species.
Nortedes spoke remembering the stories his father use to tell. Who had learned them from his father. Who had learned from his. The summoner; according to the text, one of which I've seen under the great temple to Arden.
The name tweaked Calum's interest. Hidden from the world's eyes in Centrali's underground vault, all say that the aeons are unlocked at a temple amongst mountains.
His words annoyed Calum.
Great that's helpful!
Calum said sarcastically.
The Sparda del Dios. The emerald sword is also a Gaian fable.
Nortedes shook his head at Calum's blank face. Why did they stop teaching about this?.. It links to our history's manuscripts. The Gaians say in the fables that the sword is placed in the temple to Gaia, and it will unleash wave after wave of aeons.
But those are fables, stories and tales, not history books,
Calum said.
Nortedes sat down on the deck, and leant his back against the side. Yes. But in our books, the sword is always called an emerald sword. In your fables, it's either an emerald sword, or the Sparda del Dios... Look I was sure you have it,
Nortedes started to feel like he was speaking to a brick wall.
Calum sat down next to him, shivering at the wind he leant tight against the parapet wall of the airship. Has anyone ever tried to find the temple?
Calum wondered whether he should tell Nortedes about how he found the emerald sword.
Thankfully no one has found it. Though many have tried,
Nortedes paused, I had a friend who went in search of the temple... He never returned,
And because my sword has emeralds, you think it's the Sparda del Dios?
Calum stood back up, trying to shield himself from the wind. Maybe I have.
He walked away.
Cheeky little!
Nortedes shook his head as Calum left, then raised a smile at the thought the old stories could be true, that the emerald sword really was back again.
Calum made his way through the hallways, feeling his stomach churn as the Ravanov dropped. He moved around a wall, seeing Samiaraita teaching Jorgejia how to use a sword. Jorgejia had little experience, yet had found himself a sword with a straight blade, a design he had made himself, adding two thin decorated hand guards, that protected his hand. Unlike the military katana, which Samiaraita wielded, Jorgejia's golden hilt was single handed. Calum doubted the truth in the colour, and watched them practice together. While the colonel took Jorgejia through the basics. Who eagerly followed all the instructions given to him.
Tika sat hidden from Calum's view. She would deal with him and his friends later. When either her confidence rises, or she is forced to.
Calum noted Samiaraita's ease of movement. Which was clean, and he moved fluently, even though the colonel was slowly moving, there was no stop or jinx in his movement, no break in the wrists and arms, his legs were completely stable, his structure of stroke perfect.
Another drop in the air by the Ravanov, gave Calum another churn through his stomach. Samiaraita's movements did not falter.
––––––––
84 A BERYL FOR WATER.
The clouds whizzed passed Bushia, as he clutched to the back of Hade’s solid body. A feeling that certainly did not give him comfort, added to the chill of the biting wind, as Drexaria soared through the sky above the Sea of Woes. Hades was guiding the beast towards the Imperium fleet, on one of Bushia’s errands.
There they are! My armada head for Caracoa.
Bushia shouted above the wind.
On the horizon, they could see the Liberian and Adinan fleets at Caracoa, it was clear they were intending to make a stand, albeit with half the crews allowed to alight the ships. The armada needed nothing but the main crews to man the guns, and keep the ships fighting for the upcoming battle.
The admiral's ship of line; A massive hundred culverin ship had alighted half its one thousand crew. Leaving enough to run the ship, while the five hundred Gaians carried munitions to the ship of line across the concrete pier. The manic port was filled with both nations fleets trying to get their ships loaded quickly. Vessels came in and out regularly, to get resupplied before the Imperium finally got the courage to engage them.
Bushia's fleet consisted of mostly the small carracks, and some larger galleons. They were fully battle ready, having loaded with supplies to take on at least three fleets, and they stood a chance at taking on the Liberian joint armada. Whose frigates out gunned the smaller carracks and galleons. But lacked the gunpowder and round shot to take them on.
Bushia shouted excitedly, with his arms around Hades as they flew through the skies upon Drexaria. 'The Spyrit', my flagship! Go to the galleon!
He ordered. Hades was in awe at the sighting of the two fleets. Which were preparing to engage each other. Although he wondered on Bushia's confidence, the crazed senator seem unbelievingly sure of his people's victory.
The dragon swooped down, going below the level of the galleons crow's nest, slowing down, and matching the Spyrit's speed, and landed by the mizzen mast. Shocking the crew as its great wings stretched and talons dug into the deck of the ship. Their first reaction was to go for weapons, until Bushia jumped down from the beast. Hades got off Drexaria to land behind a smiling Bushia.
The admiral came grovelling over to Bushia's feet. Your honour sire. Unbelievable entrance sire. Thank you for gracing the Spyrit with your presence sire.
Bushia feigned his response. Unfortunately, at the death of the senate. I am now a tyrant, a dictator,
he made sure he sounded like he didn't want to accept it, but was forced by circumstance.
No sire. You will be a magnificent emperor.
The admiral's grovelling sickened Hades.
Bushia smiled, and his nose rose. An emperor, for my people. If my people will allow it.
Hades decided to change the subject. How does the 'emperor' plan to take out the most powerful fleet on Gaia,
he sarcastically emphasized emperor. But Bushia took to the title instantly.
Well Hades, Admiral Nelsedes... This!
Bushia took a gem from the pocket of his black jacket. Hades eyes glowed at what he saw. This is the beryl of Leviathan
They all went into a trance with the thoughts of victory, and realising the power they had in Bushia's hands. All I need is a summoner.
The words killed Hades mood.
Your people hunted every last summoner, in those witch hunts,
Hades tried to keep the anger from his voice, but failed miserably. Again Bushia had given him reason to hate the overweight moron.
Not exactly.
Bushia's eyes lit up, and Hades felt sudden relief. I am sorry. But I could never take part in such oppression. I took part in the resistance, and hid them.
Bushia's face glowed. Hades showed an intrigue, he was sure the humans didn't have such compassion, and yet here was a human who had obviously done such a thing. The admiral looked shy, and uncertain at revealing the truth.
Admiral, during the witch hunts, propaganda was spread to make such people hated, even when it was completely false. I can only apologise for that. I admittedly believed what they said. But I have tried so very hard, never to be so revolting towards such people. Those mass murders were a disgrace. Under my reign, I will reverse the oppression, and the summoners will live free under the new Imperium,
he said holding his chin up.
Well if that is the case. I know of one person,
Nelsedes warily said.
"Hades, if you would be so kind. Take our dear friend here to his summoner friend, and bring the summoner back to the Spyrit.
Hades nodded and climbed Drexaria. The crew came to Nelsedes aid, and helped him upon the dragon. As soon as the butt of Nelsedes settled on the dragon's skin, his hands gripping hold of Hades. It leapt off and flapped away into the sky.
Bushia watched them go, pleased with himself. He had long ago found out about the admiral's clandestine adventures, and for now would allow it to pass, as he was hoping the admiral would do this for him, he could deal with the admiral later. He walked to the Spyrit's bow, standing with a foot on the bowsprit. With the sail rolled up, he could see out to the Liberian and Adinan fleets. Which were slowly moving at broadside in a semi circle for the Imperium armada to come into range. The airships had landed beside Caracoa to refuel, to be able to fight, without falling into the sea.
On the ship of line, Admiral Naverii watched over the enemy fleet with General Leeron. Who had the look of worry, which was in contrast to Naverii's confidence.
What is it Tascadi? You look sad,
he asked at the concern on the general's face.
Leeron shook his head. Why would the Imperium, with less guns, try to take on our powerful fleet. Even under a lack of gunpowder we still have an edge. Our ships are tougher, and we can get close enough to board without taking serious damage. Yet they haven't turned back,
he answered, clearly with concern.
Naverii just gave a cheeky grin. Well they clearly haven't suffered enough against the Elseni. So perhaps they believe they have superior fighting skills. Now don't concern yourself with the battle on the waters. That's my job,
the admiral said. Not changing Leeron's mood.
I'm going to evacuate the village. Your sailors that are off your ships will leave too. Only the Caracoa Cohorts will stay, and some artilleries. Something isn't right. They are too confident.
Well you do have to remember we ran on sighting them, thinking we were up against more than we thought. Certainly didn't think they had come from the battle with the Elseni. Now we have more firepower, and better and bigger ships. They may change their minds yet,
Naverii said.
Leeron smiled at him. He had noticed the avoidance of speaking about Eastania. Had seen the face of despair in Mathusus. Perhaps he was just taking in that worry and despair. Good luck on your waters. We'll clean up any soldiers that land. I'm sure those wargalleys coming are carrying soldiers.
He said of the ships being rowed to the back line of the Imperium armada on the horizon's edge.
The admiral smiled at the galleys being rowed at the beat of drums. A single sail gave the slightest of relief to the slave rowers. Perhaps they mean to invade after all. Don't panic general. We will fight in honour of the Emperor's Guard.
A tear tried to come, but was held back by the admiral, the despair was still there.
85 IDONA.
The Ravanov touched down in the fields of long grass, that the wind lightly swept, creating a small wavy ocean outside the town of Idona.
Calum dropped from the Ravanov and almost disappeared, as the tall grass covered two thirds of his body. He liked the hiding place that the grass gave. He heard Zidaini drop down beside him, and the two tried to see over the grass to the town. Which was surrounded by a wooden wall, with small towers for archers. A forest lay to the west. Where the trail to Bamtam lay. Zidaini moved aside as Isis came out from the side entrance of the Ravanov using the ramp, instead of leaping from the vessel. They waited for the rest to come out from the airship.
Aurelia, still wanting to take authority over the group, was quick to pipe up. Let's get going to Bamtam,
she ordered. Calum shook his head at her, and went towards Idona. The rest followed without a thought to Aurelia.
Tika stopped and looked at the angry Aurelia, and she whispered into Jorgejia's ear. You think we should follow them?
Jorgejia nodded. Yeah, come on!
They quickly jogged off for the group. The golden hilted sword clattering against Jorgejia's leg.
Tank took one look at Aurelia and then to the main group, and ran off after them.
The group came up to the wall of roofless towers, that sat at intervals along the wall. With a furry moss that took up life in the joins of the posts, and grass stretched upwards along the ground of the wall, and sticking out from the joins at the bottom. Ballistae sat on some of the towers, once these were a scourge to any attacker. But cannons were quickly replacing the ballistae, and work to remove them had already started.
A single gatehouse, was Idona's only entrance but for the sea. Two towers stood taller than the rest, and was manned by Elseni looking down upon the approaching group. Two guards with two spears each stood unmoving, watching the nearing group from in front of the gate, their eyes watched mainly Nortedes. His black uniform provided them a reason to hate, his face though gave them his history of honour, the combination gave uncertainty.
Valkesies grabbed Calum and Zidaini by their shoulders and pulled them back. As he went first to the guards. The boys said nothing. Which made Hecate look on bemused at their lack of recoil. The guards blocked the entrance, and stood in front of the group.
You will not be able to stay here. We are at a state of war.
Valkesies face dropped at the words, his heart pumped faster as he felt the fear for his own touch him, and he gasped in shock at the thought of war.
We weren't anyway,
Calum interrupted. The Idonians gave a fierce look at him. He thought about adding more, but Valkesies gave an angry face. Which put him off, he did want to get in after all.
I apologise. These two are untrained ruffians.
Valkesies received an angry look from the boys, and complete understanding from the guards.
Your reason for being here?
The other guard asked.
Valkesies had been asked a question that no Elseni should be asked. He wanted to question them about the war, and not be asked questions that foreigners alone are asked, but instead put his anger aside. We are here to obtain the stone of a god. I have come to Idona to get a medical expert to guide us through.
The guard had nothing else he needed to say to his fellow Elseni.
And what of the legendary Nortedes?
The boys raised their brows at yet another confirmation of a legend.
Nortedes took a towering step forward, standing over the boys. I am here because I follow their path,
he told them.
Not your people's invading path?
Valkesies looked at the guards. The Imperium invades?
They nodded back. How many?
One Specialli.
They will not stop at Bamtam,
Nortedes said.
Then we need to get going. Will you let us past?
Samiaraita asked.
You can. But you have time, the Imperium crosses the marsh of Bamtam.
It would take an army quite some time to get across a single file marsh.
The colonel said.
Are we gonna get in or what?
Zidaini moaned. Valkesies shook his head at the interruption, and then looked at the guards.
The gate begun to open, and everyone made their way through. Calum whispered to Zidaini. How come the colonel and Nortedes got to speak, and yet we get scolded?
Because Elseni are weird. Forget it! We ain't gonna be here forever.
Calum took in the sights of the town, of village huts, with the traditional porch, empty of the Idonese who walked with anxiety upon their faces along the stretches of grass, and worn paths. They were a people who enjoyed both lazing on their porches' comfortable chairs, or battling someone in a wrestling contest, or even a game of fifteen aside rugby. Which usually the whole village would take part in, watching or playing, or just providing the drinks and food. But today they walked with their weapons sheathed upon them. Although this was an invasion they feared, they were proud and strong warriors, and although vastly outnumbered, many had gone to defend Bamtam's walls.
Calum could see the recognition amongst the faces of the Idonese. At first he thought it was for Valkesies, but now he wondered whether they looked to Nortedes. He searched the town for its delights, such as huts painted with scenes of battles long gone fought, and mainly painted along the sides of the huts. The trees that sat between the huts of the town, had spikes protecting the base of long hanging branches laden with fruit of apples in a deep red colour, and looked ripe for eating.
He tried to ignore the stares of the curious many, and in those stares he sighted someone he was sure was a leader. The Elseni had an animal fur over his head, it's jaws overshadowing the face of the clearly important man, flanked by two bodyguards. Calum went straight towards him, only to be lifted into the air by Valkesies.
Hey! What ya doing?
He whined. Valkesies put him down.
Did you have no schooling. You don't approach a chieftain of the Elseni, unless you are of rank or invited.
And in a battle.
Hecate looked sternly at Valkesies. Who in turn wondered on Hecate’s reasoning, Hecate seems to be soft on the boys, and he couldn't work out why.
I'm going to find someone with detailed knowledge of esuna,
Valkesies said leaving them, Isis I suggest you stay with these for a while,
he added, before leaving her behind.
Isis turned around and noticed Tika looking at her. Tika had decided to try and get to know the one person who didn't look at her, thinking that she would steal from them. She shuffled in her feet. While Isis took her in.
Sooo, you're a summoner?
She warily asked.
Yes. And about you?
Isis questioned.
Me? Oh nothing like that, I just crack heads. Fancy looking around the village?
Okay, let’s go.
Isis joined her and gave a wave back to the boys.
Jorgejia ran a hand through his scruffy hair. What do we do now?
He asked anyone. Tanks eyes searched the town for something to do.
You could brush your hair,
the colonel suggested with a smile.
Jorgejia gave a cheeky grin back. That requires a brush, I don't have one.
Calum had noticed the chieftain still taking the odd glance over at them. It made Calum curious, too curious, he waited for Hecate to drift away with Aurelia, and walked away from his friends and towards the chieftain.
Guess Calum's gonna give us some entertainment,
Zidaini said, he decided to loll in the grass. Which was still slightly damp from the previous rains, yet the sun was working hard to take the wetness away. While beside the chieftain, his bodyguards were beginning to feel like making their presence felt.
Calum stood at a distance away, watching the chief from a safe gap. As the leader stood overlooking a new generation of aspiring warriors. Still in their teens, they were nearing the end of their training. Calum continued to stare at the chieftain. As the Idonese became increasingly irate. Calum felt a little guilty, but he wanted to talk to the chief. His eyes upon the simply dressed furs of the chieftain.
Zidaini had been joined on the grass by Samiaraita and Jorgejia. The colonel wondered why Calum didn't just ask him, a person of rank, to introduce him. He smiled as Zidaini and Jorgejia betted either way. Jorgejia had chosen Calum to crack first. Tank refused, not liking the bet of something so fifty-fifty. Nortedes continued to stand over them, he watched curious on why Gaians would act so.
Samiaraita looked across to where the beach of Idona lay, he wondered why the Imperium wouldn't invade from there first, and knock out a larger resistance. Which would've been easier to engage in such a wide area. A smaller force at Sealani could've made it look like they were taking the path of marsh, to draw out the Bamtamese.
Look!
Zidaini called. The chieftain was looking like he was in a rage, and signalled a bodyguard to go to Calum. The teenagers were watching the development of the two in their stares.
Come on, give up!
Jorgejia was beginning to panic.
Calum watched the guard coming for him, curious to how the four armed man would act. The guard stood directly in the line of Calum’s sight of the chieftain. Calum frowned and leapt to the side. The chieftain scowled in anger at the return of Calum’s stare.
The guard stood back in Calum's way. The teenagers were laughing, until one was clipped around their not so furry ear. Instant silence came from the rest.
Calum looked at the guard calmly. I'm gonna teach you a lesson if you don't move your furry butt.
There was something in the way Calum spoke, that made the Elseni pause before he decided how to respond. Looking down at Calum, he shook his head.
We like you little monkeys. But I'm going to have to crush you.
Sure!
Came the reply. The lack of movement from Calum, instilled a sense of uncertainty into the Idonese. Calum was making no attempt to grab his sword, or make a move out of the Idonese line.
The bodyguard took his two gleaming axes off his back. Calum still did not move, his eyes watched the movements of the guard.
Jorgejia looked at Zidaini. Shouldn't we be helping him?
Zidaini just smiled.
Calum is far quicker than an Elseni. He can only get hit if he's too slow. If he engages there is always a chance,
Samiaraita answered.
Nortedes was wondering whether Valkesies would be after Calum when he finds out. They were all likely to be banned.
Calum's green eyes looked into the eyes of the Elseni. Well I'm waiting. Or are you trying to introduce yourself.
Calum moved a few steps to the side. The chieftain in his line of sight. Whose face went deep in wrath at the return.
What are you playing at boy?
The guard asked sternly. Or are you just a child. It's difficult to tell, it would explain why you don't know what your doing,
He said it trying to intimidate Calum into the first strike. He had no desire to kill in cold blood. It wasn't the Elseni way.
I'm just patiently waiting to be invited by your chieftain,
Calum said, who has been staring at us. Which must mean he wants to speak to us. Why don't you go tell him, that I want to know why we attract his constant stares.
The guard stood for a moment with his axes sitting on his shoulders. His bottom arms folded over. He sheathed them and went over to the chieftain. Who was standing on a worn path. Which led to the town park. Where the reason for his stares was answered without the need for words.
The chieftain spoke into the ear of the bodyguard. With a nod the guard came back to Calum. The guard had a smile on his face. He stood in front of Calum.
Young'un. The chieftain says you have passed the test. You are to speak with him now.
Calum cheekily grinned. Our new chief maybe tough, but when it comes to... Well you'll see.
Calum followed the bodyguard over to the chieftain. Once in front of him, he spoke before the chieftain could.
So you’re the boss hah?
Typical Gaian,
he groaned, ruffi-
Calum laughed.
Sorry you just sounded like Valkesies.
The queen's protectorate,
the chieftain said in thought. An eyebrow lifted from Calum. That is thee Nortedes, right?
He asked looking out to where the general stood.
That's the name he gives,
Calum said, wondering whether this was something a Gaian should understand. The chieftain put his hands on Calum's shoulders. The huge hands swamped the shoulders of Calum, making him look more like an infant than a Gaian as two of the chieftain's fingers hovered. The chieftain turned him ninety degrees to the left. One of the chieftain’s fingers pointed out to a statue, past the teenagers and to where the worn path led. Among playing children and worried parents. Who feared the statues people, the human in the statue carried a great sword, raised above his head to strike down the unseen enemy in front of him, all made of imported Imperium granite.
Isn't that Nortedes?
Calum said in disbelief.
He fought incredibly, almost alone. Now his people come to destroy what he saved.
The chief was silent a while, his hands removed from Calum's shoulders.
If he's that important, why don't you just go over there and talk to him?
Calum asked.
We-Well I had to make sure it was him,
he said nervously.
You what? You can see him perfectly from here,
Calum said. The chief looked angrily. Bloody Elseni. What?
Calum demanded.
I can't see him clearly,
he said. If it wasn't him, I would have looked real stupid. And Nortedes would have probably found out, and I would've looked a fool.
You drama queen!
The chief was taken aback.
Why have you come here?
He asked trying to regain his manner and respect.
To find a stone of a god,
Calum said, know where it is?
The jasper of Hathor, to the mountain in the west, the Mountain of the Lost.
Doesn't sound nice,
Calum said.
No one returns unharmed.
He looked at Calum. We do not go to the temple any more. There is much to trouble you.
The chieftain continued to stare at the statue to Nortedes.
You know the real thing... Might be more interesting.
Calum cheekiness was at first not responded to.
Send him to me.
He looked down at Calum's tail. Those are horrible looking body parts... Your tail,
he clarified.
Calum looked at him irritated with the comment. It is said, when people say such things, it is usually because they are jealous of the person, or actually like it, whether subconsciously or not. You feel inferior... Probably because of so much hair.
He walked away.
The chief shook his head. Bloody Gaians, always cheeky.
Calum went back to a clearly happy Zidaini, and a down Jorgejia. Whose head was in his arms, as he lay on his stomach.
Well done K, you won me my bet,
Zidaini cheerily said, while he stood up, brushing himself down.
Calum smiled at him. Don't be nasty. How would he know whether to bet for or against me.
Jorgejia's face came up from his hiding.
Zidaini gave a momentary sulk. Fine here!
He offered back the money. I'll win it again next time.
He handed the money over to a grateful Jorgejia.
What did he say?
Nortedes asked.
Oh something about how old you are. Oh! He wants to speak to you,
Calum said. Nortedes walked over to the chieftain, saying nothing to Calum in return.
The boys lay on the grass. While Tank volunteered to get some drinks, if he could find them, and was amazed by the lack of need to sound cool, by them asking for a beer.
While the four Gaians chatted under the sun, and the birds of yellow and blue feathers dropped down beside them, searching for the worms that are usually left behind in the wake of an Elseni, the birds unable to tell the difference between the large Elseni or the small Gaian, the small insects would have to do for the easily frighten chirping birds.
Hidden by a small cove, of beautiful white sand, its edge covered in rock and tough rye grass, with the crashing of waves against the shore, was the beach that provided Hecate somewhere safe to teach Aurelia, to harness her skills with magic. Which was not going well. As she attempted to call fire, only her hand would set alight, in a flickering wave across her palm and fingers.
Now come on, think of a candle's flame. Focus your energy,
Hecate encouraged. As she struggled to control the calling. She had never tried to harness magic, now as old as Hecate, she wanted to learn from the man she felt so beautiful. He was such a smart and controlled person, she had likened to him immediately.
Just send it through the tip of your finger.
Hecate watched pleased with her and content with the lack of progress, he saw more in her than she could.
As the flames moved, she tried to focus, but her eyes could only see the wavy flames, and Hecate had noticed her fazing. The vision of a candle was so much further away.
She gave up and went to sit by a nearby rock. Hecate followed her over and sat down beside her. Watching the waves together, and the distant seagulls hunting fish. The creatures oblivious to Gaia's problems.
No one gets it straight away. Especially difficult without the mental training,
he said trying to cheer her up. Why didn't you learn when you were a young'un?
He asked curious to know why after so many years she had left it alone.
Aurelia smiled as she took a sideways glance at him. I never really had the time, nor had the money to make the time... Then time past,
she answered. She had decided to avoid going with the group to find the stone, she would be getting the ship ready. They sat silently watching the swirling ocean.
Valkesies had rounded everyone up, once his new guide had finished preparing. She carried so many bags of herbs, it made Calum wonder whether they were entering a land of plagues. Nor did they drag the female Elseni down, she carried the huge amounts like small feathers upon her shoulders. She had a single sword at her side. Calum began to wonder whether she had any experience, or perhaps she was really just far too careful.
This is Mortisha, she's an expert with poisons and viruses,
Valkesies introduced her.
More tea?
Zidaini queried with a cheeky grin. Hecate clipped him around the ear.
Manners! Gaians usually know better than that,
he added.
Zidaini pushed Calum to get going, as his friend's grinning came to his attention.
Crows squawked into the air, and leaves of the deciduous trees rustled at the light breeze. The crows themselves perched around the entrance of the Suffering Forest, stretching their wings at the new intruders, their warnings echoing throughout the trees, alerting the thousands of creatures that traversed and lived amongst its shelter.
The path they walked was worn and used with regularity, the grass unable to grow through the centre due to the compacted ground from the weight and constant use by the Elseni.
Why is this place called the Suffering Forest?
Isis asked, as she walked along with Calum and Zidaini. They shrugged, and Mortisha entered.
Because at night. The forest sounds of dying, pain and sorrow. The trees call out their hurt. Animals that are nocturnal come out and howl an eerie noise. Which I find difficult to explain, but you can feel their sadness within the calls,
she told them, looking around at the forest they walked through.
Valkesies took over. This forest is a dangerous place, especially at night. Be careful! Gaians are more susceptible to the poisonous trees and plants, because of your softer skin and smaller bodies,
Valkesies added, he seemed to be stuck in a constant frown since he heard the humans were coming for his people.
The odd lizard scurried from their path, the black and yellow stripes disappearing into the thick Elseni height ferns, and the poisonous nettles that hid amongst the ferns and trees that hung over the path. The place was a green covering, with the only colours coming from the creatures that adorn the Suffering Forest, and its twisting path. Which went around steep inclines and any drops, keeping with the flatter route. Eventually it led to a junction Two paths, north and the other west.
Left, for the Mountain of the Lost,
Mortisha said.
We'll check up on Bamtam later,
Calum said.
The Imperium may be assaulting the town by the time we get there,
Nortedes said looking up the path to Bamtam.
Valkesies had a burning need to go to his homeland. His home would soon be under siege, and he wanted to defend it.
We can do nothing for them at this time,
Calum told him.
Hecate stood beside Valkesies. You must go if you believe your place right now is there. But you may not be needed if they haven't assaulted the town yet. Your commanders can handle the preparations. When we finish at the mountain, I will stand with you there.
Valkesies felt touched by the friendship.
My place is with Isis. But I will go into the town later,
he said, and she gave him a slight embarrassed smile.
A slow trickle of young and too slow Bamtamese came escaping the nearing plague of the black army, coming near the junction. Tears for their loved ones, and solemn expressions believing they won't see their loved ones again were upon those faces.
Come on. We should get this done.
Calum didn't want to stick around to witness the sorrow of the retreating. The group followed him off. Valkesies was last to leave, he stayed watching people come from the town. The Suffering Forest had one more sufferer.
Soon after the track took them along