Cursed Yoshi
Chapter 109 = Pursuit
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.
3rd of Jallora, CD 2156; Londimay
“We’re looking for a red anthro Yoshi.” Darkmark said flatly to the guard at the
entrance to the city they had tracked Mikhail’s footprints to. “He has silver
hair and is wearing armour and has an ornate sword. Have you seen him?”
The human guard cast his gaze
over the group from underneath his helmet, leaning on his spear. ‘Strange’
didn’t even really begin to describe the scene: a Dragon Yoshi, who had
supposedly fled the inhabited lands; a priest of the Yoshian
religion wearing one of their signature black scarves; a young bard twirling a
flute around on the fingers of his left hand; two vampires who had an unerring
habit of licking their fangs every so often; and a crossbreed between two
almost extinct sub-races looking around sullenly. The idea of a Yoshi dressed
in armour worn by commanders of the human military suddenly didn’t seem so
far-fetched.
“Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t.
Why should I tell you?”
Darkmark wasn’t readily in
the mood to argue, and with a sigh grabbed a random handful of coins from his
saddlebags and handed them over.
Pausing to count them, the
guard snorted. “That’s it? Hmph… better than nothing. Yeah, I saw him. Stood out like a
sore thumb. Claimed he was an officer or something,
apparently.”
“I knew it…” Élloré muttered behind Darkmark.
“We had a good laugh at that,
but he had the uniform for it. Demanded to be taken to some
‘research institute’ or something. No idea what he was talking about.” The guard continued, bringing up his hands to make
elaborate gestures. “After a while he gave up and left. Dunno
where he went after that, ’cept thattaway.”
He finished, with a jerk of his thumb.
“Thanks.” Darkmark mumbled, and
entered the city. The roads were wide to allow for merchant carts to go
through, stalls set up all over the place. Notably more desirable than Sansata, the city was fairly clean and the inhabitants more
civilized, everyone they saw taking a moment to stare at the odd group going
through the city. Pausing every so often to ask bystanders if they had or had
not seen him, they lost their lead at a square in the city with an ornate
fountain.
“Alright, we’re going to have
to split up. If you don’t find him in the next hour, come back here.” Darkmark
said, turning to those behind him. “Skafria, go with Vachez. Tsi-Lau, take Élloré. That leaves…”
Salína nodded. “I’ll go
with you.”
“I want you where I can see
you.” The brown Yoshi said flatly. “Don’t let him get away this time.”
She looked hurt, but Darkmark
beckoned to her and headed off away from the square with her in tow, scanning
down each side street and alley, moving ahead at a
jog.
Elsewhere, a tired Mikhail
had almost found his target. For a little while before he had been sent to Corvan, he had been brought to the research institute in Londimay. It was officially a secret, placed in the trade
center for easy access to materials. The researchers used to come to the castle
to study him, taking measurements, performing tests, but once they had deemed
him old enough to leave the castle he had been taken to the center instead.
They seemed to learn a lot from him, and he was happy to help…
But it was they who
told me the most about the Yoshies…
Almost exhausted, he moved
along at a leisurely pace. He really needed sleep, and his mind was in chaos. I
couldn’t do it… I couldn’t kill one measly little Yoshi… but she’s beautiful…
no! Don’t think like that! But she trusted me… not like the others… is she an exception? I’m so confused…
“Hold it.” Darkmark said,
doing a double take as he looked down a side street. “I think I saw him go down
that alley…”
Running ahead, Darkmark went
to the alley in question and peeked around the corner, just in time to see a
red tail and an armoured foot vanish into a building, slamming the door behind
him. Quickly following, Salína in tow, Darkmark found
himself confronted with a heavy metal door, no doubt locked on the other side.
“Damn it.” He muttered,
taking his hand off his sword. He raised his hand, and flicked a bolt of psionic energy at the door, which disappeared in a flash of
light, leaving the door unscathed. Evidently it was magically protected.
“Brilliant.” Darkark mused bitterly. “Now what do I do?”
At the foot of the stairs, a
familiar face greeted the runaway anthro, among the
few guards and researchers present. The room was just an entryway, with a
reception desk of sorts and a few guards armed with swords and wearing plate
armour.
“Mikhail! You’re alive!”
“Of course.” Mikhail replied,
lifting the visor of his helmet. “They took me prisoner when Corvan fell. My men deserted me at the first sign of trouble,
and they poured in through the entrance and surrounded me.”
“Prisoner?” The researcher
was dressed inconspicuously, looking more like some
kind of a scholar, a pair of glasses perched on the end of his nose.
“But I escaped, of course.”
Mikhail boasted, gesturing to himself. “Their army is right outside the city.”
“I heard their leader was
killed, what are they-”
“He was.” Mikhail replied
quickly, cutting the researcher off. “But they have a new one. They’re calling
him a Saviour or something, he’s a brown Yoshi with
these big dragon-like wings…”
“This is fascinating.” Came the reply, as the researcher led Mikhail inside.
“You’ll have to tell me everything you can about them, so we can let the
capital know…”
He began to recount his
exploits from the fall of Corvan, such as they were.
When Mikhail told him about the Dragon Slayer attack, the researcher took an
immediate interest. “Ah yes, we provided the scroll for that spell. Glad to
hear it worked.”
“Exceptionally. Their spells and
arrows didn’t have the slightest effect.”
“And yet the Yoshies won?”
“With great casualties… but
there are these two vampires. Apparently they can only be hurt by silver, but
the regular men don’t have silver swords, and there was no sign of the
captain.”
“Is that who
this so-called ‘Saviour’ is?”
“No, they’re completely
different. He’s very powerful. He’s casting spells of some kind, but he’s not
using magic… no chanting or anything. I don’t think it’s
Chi, though. You had me fight a couple of Chi users, and I know what that
energy felt like…”
“That only leaves Psionics.”
“Don’t be a fool.” Mikhail
snapped. “You of all people ought to know, you killed the last of them a long
time ago for being such a great threat.”
“We did… but maybe a few
slipped through our fingers…”
“Well, whatever he is, he’s
leading them now. I don’t know if they’ll bother following me. Except this
one…”
Dropping his voice to a
conspiratorial tone, Mikhail leaned forward, eyeing the guards who were trying
to listen in on the conversation. “There’s… there’s one, she’s… she’s just like
me. Almost… she has wings. But she’s got hair, and clothes, and stands like I
do.”
“Another anthro…”
Came the reply, the researcher pushing his glasses up
his nose as he turned away. “My my, they just keep
surfacing today.”
Mikhail
half-closed one eye in a questioning look. “Who is?”
“Survivors.”
Stuck outside, Darkmark paced
back and front in forth of the door. The lock was made of better stuff than he
could break or pick with his poor attempt, and the door jamb was metal too, so
he couldn’t just cut around the hinges. He was so close! And yet here he was…
“Salína,
do you have any ideas?”
Leaning against a nearby wall
and staring at the door, she paused. “Just one.”
With that, she calmly walked
up to the door and knocked on it a few times, looking over to Darkmark.
Curiously, he waited for a moment, and then a panel in the door slid open, a
guard peering outwards.
“Hey, who’re-”
He didn’t get any further, as
Salína punched him square in the face, sending him
reeling backwards and falling down the stairs, as she reached in through the
open plate in the door and opened the lock from the other side, standing back
and looking to Darkmark.
“Impressive.” He admitted. “I
forgive your mistake of letting him free in the first place. Alright, let’s
go…”
“Survivors? What do you
mean?”
“People who
shouldn’t have survived, but did.” The researched murmured,
stepping behind the guards slowly. “A psionics user
being one of them, the leader of a guard force who was
defeated… and another anthro.”
“What are you-”
The researcher faced him,
peering through his glasses at Mikhail. “The Dragon Slayers were supposed to
have killed them off. The last of them, gotten them all, like they did nineteen
years ago…”
Mikhail shook his head in
disbelief. “Nineteen years ago? That’s when I was born…”
Before he could finish
connecting the dots, suddenly, a body fell down from the stairway, sprawling
out on the floor, quickly followed by Darkmark and Salína,
the former pointing his sword around the room and shouting, “Nobody move!”
“Just as I suspected… you
were a failure.” The researcher spat at Mikhail, moving back against the
nearest wall as the guards drew their weapons, four of them in total roughly
surrounding Mikhail. “We took one egg, and raised it here, hoping you’d prove
useful, an insight into their minds… well, you’re no longer of any use. You
lost a city and allowed yourself to be captured. You’ve betrayed us and joined
the enemy.”
“But I-”
“We got what we needed from
you… and now you’re going to die. Guards, kill them all.”
“You bastards!” Mikhail swore,
pulling his sword out and turning slowly to face each of the guards in turn.
“I’ll kill all of you!”
Leaping out with a stab, he
narrowly missed one of the guards, but dashed around behind him quickly as the
guard’s heavy armour encumbered his movements, and stabbed through his
unprotected back, where the plate armour didn’t protect him, skewering his
chest. Moving forward to help, the guard nearest to the stairs was cut down by
Darkmark, another impaled by Salína from behind has
he attempted to attack Mikhail the same way. As they fell to the floor, Mikhail
reeled from a blow against his chest plate and staggered back, raising his
sword to parry the incoming strike. Dodging to the side, he jumped swiftly past
and stabbed the final guard in the back, pulling out his sword in a gush of
blood.
As the researcher tried to
flee into the next room, Salína thrust out with her
pike. Missing her target, she caught the edge of his overcoat, the pike
embedding itself in the door and pinning him to it long enough for Mikhail to
catch up and tear him free, slamming him up against the nearest wall with a
fierce grip on the lapels.
“You…” he growled, a fierce
look in his eyes, “Are going to start talking. Now.”
“Traitor…” the researcher
replied, shaking as he was held helplessly. “You’re useless… I knew it was a
mistake to bother with you…”
With the other two just
watching, Mikhail kept pressing. “You said they tried to kill the anthros.”
“Yes, you fool! The Dragon
Slayers have been picking off the sub-races for years… yours included. You were
never abandoned. They found an egg and brought it back for us, at our request.
And then we wasted years raising you… trying to make you into one of us. Hah!
We thought we had you, but the first time it really counted… well, look what
happened. You lost, got captured, and betrayed us…”
“Shut up!” Mikhail shouted,
slamming him against the wall again. “You… you used me! All this time, I
thought you cared… you just wanted me to probe my mind then die for your
country like anyone else!”
“Pity you didn’t… you’d’ve been of some use to the army. We’d been planning
to breed you, but it looks like you saved us wasting our time even more.”
Dropping him, Mikhail placed
his sword at the researcher’s throat, breathing heavily. “Choose your answer
carefully if you want to live. Was I really abandoned… or did you kill my
parents?”
“Oh, -I- didn’t kill them.
But whoever did should have finished the job!”
With a cry of rage, he
slashed through the defenceless researcher’s neck, splattering blood on the
wall. Choking on his last breath, the human fell to the ground, his glasses
shattering as they fell from his nose. Mikhail just stood there and stared down
at him, hands trembling as he sheathed his sword.
Slowly, he turned to
Darkmark, glaring a little. “I didn’t need your help.”
“Oh, thanks!” he replied with
a roll of his eyes.
“You came here to capture
me.”
“Yes.” Darkmark said flatly.
“We’re taking you back… but are we going to need ropes this time?”
Silence pervaded for a time,
until Mikhail sighed and turned away. “I want to speak to Salína.
Alone.”
“So you can attack her
again?”
Turning back, Mikhail held
out his sword in its scabbard to Darkmark, allowing him to cautiously take it
from his hold. “If I hurt her, you can run me through.”
Taken aback, Darkmark
nonetheless walked back up the stairs, leaving the two of them alone.
“Mikhail…”
“My life has been a lie.” He
quietly mused, trying to avoid looking into her eyes. “All this time… I wasn’t
abandoned, they killed my parents, and I… I was helping them… you’re… you’re
not evil, but… I guess I am. Heh.”
“Don’t say that!” She chided.
She took his nose in one hand and lifted it, forcing him to look at her. “You
may have done some bad things…”
“Understatement. I almost did
worse. I’ve tortured, I’ve killed…” He gestured to the bodies around him, “I’ve
been working with the enemies of… of my real people… who I really belong with.
I was going to rape somebody, and… I betrayed your trust, your fleeting moment
of trust.”
“I forgive you! And if you
give them a chance, so will the others! You haven’t, though… you shut yourself
up, and refused to talk. We couldn’t forgive you even if we tried, because you
never gave us the chance. Mikhail, you’re not evil… you’ve been misguided. Come
with me… when this war is over, I’ll show you what you’ve missed. I can take
you to my home and you can meet other anthros, if
you’d like.”
“I would… but I’ve done so
much wrong, I wouldn’t deserve it.”
“Maybe not now… but if you
atone for what you’ve done, if you try to make things right, it’ll be okay.
Please… join us.”
He sighed for a moment before
answering. “Alright… I’ll go with you. But, for now, it’s not for you Yoshies, it’s… it’s for revenge… and… so I can stay close
to you, Salína.”
“What…”
“Hey.” He cut her off, and
gave a smile. “You want to know about me, right? Let’s head back before someone
comes and notices this bloodbath… tomorrow I’ll tell you whatever I can.”
Stunned by actually seeing
him smile, she could only nod slowly, following him as he headed up the stairs.
I knew it… he’s a
good person on the inside.
Nobody is born evil…
not even the humans. I wish this war didn’t have to happen… maybe some day we
can all live peacefully together again…
To be continued…