Cursed Yoshi
Chapter 106 = Meetings
Disclaimer: All characters here are of my own
invention, but the original idea of Yoshies, Birdos,
etcetera, are copyright of Nintendo, and I make no money from writing this.
38th of Eira, CD 2156; Sansata
It was altogether
too quiet.
That one
thought, over and over, plagued the Baron’s mind as he watched his army roaming
the streets of Sansata. As promised, the Vampires had
let them into the city, yet not a single guard was to be seen. Had they fled?
The blue one, Skafria… he maintained that there was
little to no public order in the city, but still, it was unsettling. He placed
twice as many sentries on duty just to be sure.
The city
was run down too, just as Skafria had said. The human
presence in the city avoided them, hiding inside of buildings, around corners…
at least they were staying out of the way. It was still uncomfortable to walk
around and feel many sets of eyes watching you – it was one of the reasons the
Baron was holed up in a guard tower right now, pondering the next course of
action…
Later, in
the middle of the evening just before the night came, a report came to him; the
entire population of Canamiri had shown up at the
gates of Sansata as refugees, and had been granted
access to the city. He left to meet them, taking the priest Vachez
along with him – knowledgeable and serene, like much of the priesthood, he also
took a three-year-old adopted child around with him wherever he went. Too young
to know what was really going on around him, he mostly either dozed off in Vachez’s arms or played with the toys Vachez
gave him.
Tonight was
no exception, as the Baron, Vachez, and Tamaroro were lead out to the street where many citizens,
carrying personal possessions and supplies of their own, were filing in through
the gate. Waiting for them, watching the refugees go past, was a green Yoshi.
As he turned to face the visitors, it could be seen that while he had only a
few years in his life, perhaps only a little beyond puberty, he had much life
in those years – his gaze was not quite cold, but very steady. A soft fabric
cloak covered much of his body, and held under one arm was a rather beautiful
lyre, perhaps not made of gold but at least painted with it.
The bard
gave a respectful nod to the Baron and Vachez, who
was cradling Tamaroro. Fascinated by the crowd
marching past, the child exclaimed, “Wow, look at all the people!”
“The
refugees of Canamiri?” the Baron asked for
confirmation, and the bard nodded.
“I could
not save Khílhórensol, but I was able to make it to Canamiri ahead of the Dragon Slayers. I was able to
convince them of their danger with these…”
Reaching
under his cloak, the bard produced a large, jagged-edged and blood-coated sword
wrapped with a bloodstained black scarf. Vachez
quickly turned Tamaroro away from the sight, as the
bard dropped the items onto the ground before the Baron. “A Dragon Slayer’s sword, and the scarf of the priest who impaled himself upon
it after seeing his family slaughtered.”
“By the
gods…” The Baron whispered, “The Oracles confirmed it for me, but I never
personally saw…”
“I didn’t
see the act, my lord, but I arrived shortly after. That priest was the only
survivor, and he chose to take his own life. I took the sword from his body and
his scarf as proof with which to prove my tale…” Playing a few idle notes on
his lyre, he added, “For sometimes words alone, even in beautiful song, are not
enough.”
“And you
convinced the people of Canamiri to flee?”
The bard
nodded, turning his aimless string-plucking into a soft melody. “They were
reluctant, of course, but the evidence convinced them. I hear the Dragon
Slayers are not far behind us, however. They probably felt cheated… hmph. Slay dragons? Pah!” He
shouted, playing more fiercely on the lyre. “They just massacre innocents. For
decades they have been picking off the sub-races… there are no ferals left in the human lands, the dragon Yoshies were driven away, the winged ones are in a tiny
aerie starving to death atop a mountain, and the anthros
are having to carefully keep track of their families just to avoid inbreeding!”
It was very
hard for him to play a malicious tune on the stringed instrument, but somehow
he managed it, silencing the others. Stopping, after a moment he leaned against
a nearby wall, staring up into the starry sky. “When I was younger I left my
home to see the world. I thought it would be a wondrous thing – but I found
that the only wonder is in undisturbed nature. In civilization I see signs of
the times everywhere I look – this war was inevitable.”
He looked
to the Baron as he played a few notes. “I want to go with you, though I cannot
fight. Perhaps I can entertain your forces a little… in this sort of situation
people need something to smile about. As for these
refugees, they are bitter about the loss of their homes, of course, but only
some of them will want to fight. However, I plead that you take care of the
Dragon Slayers before moving on, or they will only undo my hard work with an
attack on this town.”
“Of course.” The Baron replied. “We can’t move on with a
threat like them poised to pounce on us from behind. However, not tonight… we
have to find room for all these people, and ways to support them. And I am
worried about how easy it was to take over this city… it’s ominous.”
“Probably a trap.” Vachez
murmured, though he had expressed this sentiment already. “But we’re in a
situation where we have to take the bait and see what happens.”
After a
moment of silence, the bard stood back up. “If you need to find me, my name is Élloré Arello. I’m sure you have
important things to be doing, but I will be around… perhaps I shall play a
lullaby for the little one before I go.”
The Baron
hung around until Tamaroro fell asleep from the
gentle melody, then headed back up to the room he had commandeered. He was
uninterrupted for a short time until another report came in.
“Sir,
reinforcements have arrived at the southern end of the city.”
“Reinforcements? Who?”
“Several Winged Ones, a few Anthros, and
a Dragon Yoshi.”
The Baron
leapt over the table his sketched plans were laid out upon, and ran the entire
distance to the south of the city, doing his best not to bump into the refugees
milling around. There was a crowd at the south end, as expected, but he was let
through, and at an intersection of roads he found the group of reinforcements.
There were
quite a few Winged Ones, some of them perching on the roofs of nearby buildings
to make space below. They carried spears and chatted idly, taking a break after
their flight to the city. There were only about five or six anthros,
but at the front of the group was one more, though she was a cross between an anthro and a winged one, holding a pike. Beside her stood a
brown Yoshi with large, dragon-like wings though the membranes were black just
like the fins on the back of his head, and he carried a sword – apparently the
leader, he came forward to greet the Baron. The most curious thing about him,
though, was that his eyes glowed red with light.
“Ah, yes…”
he said with an air of recognition, even though the Baron didn’t remember if he
had met this person before or not. “My name is Darkmark, and I bring a few
reinforcements, along with myself. I hope to aid you in the upcoming battles.”
“It is very
much appreciated,” The Baron replied, “But… who are you? I have the feeling
we’ve met before…”
Darkmark
shook his head. “That must have been someone else. I’m just a travelling
fighter… I have some skill and intend to lend myself to your cause.”
“Very well.” The Baron murmured, and left to organize the
winged ones. Darkmark began to leave, but he didn’t get very far when someone
called out to him.
“Hey! You come all the way
out here from wherever you’ve been and don’t even stop to say hello?”
That
voice…
Whirling
around, the brown Yoshi finally saw the speaker; leaning on a building in the
shadows, looking at him with his cloak wrapped around his body, a blue Yoshi
with small fangs…
“Imagine
meeting you here.” Darkmark muttered coldly.
Skafria tried to sound amiable. “I could very much say the
same. You’re looking a bit different, but that’s to be expected with you
nowadays… where’ve you been?”
“Here,
there, everywhere.” Came the reply, accompanied by a
vague hand gesture. “Down south mostly. Where’s your friend?”
“She’s
nearby, and… she’s not my friend, she’s my fiancée.”
“I can’t have heard that
right.”
“To tell
you the truth… well, you’re an uncle now, too. An honorary
one, at least.”
Standing in
stunned silence, Darkmark watched as Tsi-Lau came
around the corner, holding an egg in her arms.
Skafria spoke again. “I’m sorry for how things turned out
between us down there, but I hope you’re still my friend. If anything happens
to me, I want you to take care of my child.”
“That…”
Darkmark stuttered, taking a deep breath, staring Tsi-Lau
in the eyes, putting a hand on the hilt of his sword. “How can you… after what
you did to me, now you have a child, and you want me to be its guardian? I
ought to destroy it!”
“You
wouldn’t.” Skafria said flatly, almost knowingly.
After a moment of silence, he continued, “I know you… we grew up together, and
I understand you. You wouldn’t be able to do it. Even if your own painful
memories didn’t stop you, you couldn’t destroy an egg, regardless of its
parentage, because it’s innocent. And because you felt the pain of seeing yours
destroyed… you couldn’t do that to anyone. Not even her.”
There was
another period of silence, eventually broken by the brown Yoshi as he dipped
his head, his hand falling from the hilt of his sword. “…you’re right.”
Darkmark sighed, leaning against the wall next to Skafria.
“I’m sorry.”
Skafria shook his head, and Tsi-Lau
spoke. “You’re not the one who should be sorry… with the original perpetrator
dead, the only one who can apologize for what happened that day is me… I hope
you can forgive me.”
“Hmph… I forgive you. You didn’t actually do it… you just
watched. And… I already took my revenge on you for
that, when I broke your neck and left you for dead in the castle of that
wizard.”
“You…
really forgive me?”
Slowly,
Darkmark withdrew his sword, his face illuminated in the light it gave off in
the presence of the two vampires, who withdrew from it a little. “There’s
something more important now, something that requires these petty issues to be
resolved… the only hope for our race is in unity, to come together and fight as
one. Not just in war, but if our survival is to be guaranteed, we must be
together. We all have things we want to protect… you have your child, I have
found people to protect, and I will fight to do so.”
Sheathing
the sword, Darkmark strode over to Tsi-Lau and placed
his hand on the egg gently. “If anything happens to you, then yes, I’ll raise
it for you, but I’d rather that didn’t happen.”
Skafria gave a smile and put his hand on Darkmark’s shoulder. “It looks like we’ll fight at each
others’ sides again, my old friend.”
Darkmark
nodded. “Against a common enemy with thousands of others behind us, for a
common cause… tomorrow, we will fight.”
To be continued…