Cursed
Yoshi
Chapter 14 = Beyond the Grave?
Disclaimer: Although all characters here are of my own invention, the original Yoshi is copyright of Nintendo, and I make no money from writing this.
It
was very late in the day, and darkness had settled over Yoshi’s Island. After
collecting his prize money, Manny had enlisted the help of Karin and Laen to
carry Marcus’s body to the cliffs outside the city of Lince, where they would
give him a final farewell. The sun had set, and a cold wind blew over the cliff
edge as the small group stood on the end of it, about to pass one of them on
from the mortal world and continue on without them.
Manny
would gladly have traded all the money he had just won to have Marcus back, but
the choice wasn’t his to make. His friend’s body was lying on the very edge of
the cliff, his eyes closed, his few belongings attached to him as best as
possible, except for the spare change he had been carrying. Manny was on his
knees next to him, tears streaming down his face, his eyes closed as well, and
Karin was standing right behind him, with her hands on his shoulders. Laen was
standing next to Xenly behind them, muttering elvish prayers under her breath,
while Xenly simply watched Marcus’s corpse as she kept one hand on her injured
shoulder.
“M…Marcus…
my friend… my one, true friend…” Manny whispered, forcing back tears as much as
he could and trying not to sniffle, “I… I’m sorry… there is no way… that I can
ever be forgiven for having done this to you… but… if it helps, in any small
way… I will still avenge Alziana’s death for you.”
Karin
gently caressed Manny’s shoulders, and said, “I never knew you that well… but
you were still a friend. I will remember you as long as I live.”
Laen
merely raised her voice so her current prayer could be heard, then dropped her
voice once she was done. Xenly stepped forward so she was next to Manny, and
gently touched Marcus’s cheek with the back of her hand. “I never knew you
much, but you never deserved all the pain and suffering you’ve endured… I hope
you don’t have to keep suffering, wherever you are now…”
“Marcus!”
“Just
get off of me!”
Marcus
was in his nightmares again, though after Manny had impaled him he was sure
that he was here for good this time. Despite his best efforts, the zombie-like
Alziana had still pinned him down, and he couldn’t escape her clutches.
“What
do you want with me, you foul creature?”
“I
want you to listen…”
“I’ve
BEEN listening! But you keep doing things to me and you keep waking me up… I
don’t know how long I’ve been out or whether I’m going to wake up at all… I
want to go back, and I don’t want to have to keep coming here…”
“I’m
testing you, Marcus. You’ve been failing so far, but maybe this time…”
“Huh?
What?”
She
didn’t give him an answer; instead, she leant forwards again, and Marcus
resigned himself to stop resisting. A test? He’d try to stay asleep this time,
and see what happened…
When
their lips connected, Marcus shuddered and mentally vomited from the sickening
taste, but focused on not waking up. He simply lay there, and she raised her
head again and looked him in the eyes, somehow still bleeding from her wounds.
“Well
done… but this time, put some effort into it.”
“Huh?
‘This time’? You’re doing it again?”
She
nodded, and Marcus sighed as she bent forwards again, but she moved her hands
off of his arms to allow him to move them around. He closed his eyes so he
wouldn’t see her injuries, and when she kissed him again he reached up and put
his hands on her back uneasily. After a moment, he cautiously returned the
kiss, nauseating though it remained. He opened his eyes a tiny fraction, but
was almost blinded by a sudden flash of light that seemed to occupy the whole
of his vision, even when he firmly shut his eyes again.
As
the light receded, the sickening taste became sweet, her lips soft and warm,
and Marcus didn’t feel the patter of blood on his skin any more. He opened his
eyes again as she moved off of him, and saw that her wounds had healed, her
eyes had pupils again, and she was the Alziana he had always remembered once
more.
She
smiled, and Marcus stood up, but quickly reached out with lightning speed and
grabbed her by the throat, making her gasp as he tightened his grip. She wasn’t
as heavy as before, and she struggled in vain to make him release her, as he
pulled her down to the ground and pinned her by her neck. In a malicious voice,
he said, “Now then… I’d like some answers.”
She
gasped for breath, and Marcus loosened his hold a little. “Who are you, for a
start? You’re not really Alziana, are you?”
“No…
I’m not… but I’m not a figment of your imagination either.”
“Then
what are you?”
“I’m
a higher power…”
“I
don’t believe in gods. Besides, what would they have to do with me?”
“Fine
then, I’m your spirit guide. Take your pick.”
Marcus
gave an exasperated sigh, before continuing. “Whatever. It’s not important.
What are you doing this to me for?”
“I’ve
got something to tell you, and you’re finally ready to hear it.”
“What’s
it going to matter? I’m dead already.”
“No…
no, you’re not. I’ve just suspended your life force so I could do this to you,
and you only appear to be dead. After I’ve told you everything, you can go back
and rejoin your friends…”
“Great,
but they’ve probably already buried me or something.”
“No,
they’re about to give you a burial at sea by throwing you off a cliff… you have
good friends; they’re going through a lot of rituals most people probably
wouldn’t bother with for an atheist.”
Marcus
shrugged. “Ah well, if I were really dead I wouldn’t care. Anyway, just tell me
this big important thing you have to tell me and send me back.”
“Okay…
just let me go first…”
Grudgingly,
Marcus released his grip on the pink Yoshi’s throat, and got to his feet,
whereupon she stood up slowly, before holding her arms out to her sides and
closing her eyes. She began to glow a bright white, and Marcus strained his
eyes to try and see what was happening. She was completely encompassed by the
light, and when it faded again, a completely different Yoshi was standing
before him.
She
was a tone of light blue, with vibrant red fins that stood out on the back of
her head, and though she wasn’t wearing a saddle or any boots, she had two long
streamers of what looked like silk coming from behind her shoulders. Even
though there was no wind, they flapped freely as though there were, and the
pure white colour was completely untarnished, matched by a white glow that
surrounded the whole of her body. She was floating a few inches above the
ground, with her feet back as though she were walking backwards, and when she
opened her eyes again Marcus saw that they were full of kindness and
compassion, whilst right above the eyes was a set of long, curved eyelashes.
He
blinked a few times, and she spoke to him in a voice much like Laen’s, but
slightly higher-pitched. “Whether or not you believe in me, I am the goddess
Sorsoy… I lived long ago, before the bitter rivalry between the humans and the
Yoshies came into existence, before the world as we know it was as populated as
it is… back then, there were but a few cities of wooden houses struggling to
survive in the world, and there were too many general problems for the races to
turn on each other. After I was hatched, I knew I had a destiny to fulfil; I
could use magic with nothing more than my hands, and I seemed to know new
enchantments nobody had ever heard of before. I eventually had a dream in which
another goddess came to me and told me of my future… but no, before you ask,
you are not chosen to join us.”
“Then
what are you here for?”
“I’m
getting to that… while I was still alive, I forged myself a rapier and
enchanted it with demi-god powers, before helping the inhabitants of the world
to prosper… but, now that there were many people, and their troubles were being
slowly lessened or eliminated, trouble grew… and then came the great war,
between the Koopas, and the other inhabitants of the world… the Koopas could
stand to live in the deserts, and had been increasing exponentially in number
for a long time. I was a leading commander when the war reached its climax, and
I was there to see everything that happened afterwards…”
“I’ve
heard this story.” Marcus said. “The humans betrayed the Yoshies and killed
most of them, but the only thing that stopped the Koopas killing everyone was a
mysterious event like an explosion, or some kind of eruption, that was taken to
be divine intervention. The surviving Yoshies have never forgiven the humans
for the massacre of most of their people.”
Sorsoy
shook her head no, and started to talk again. “No, the story has become tainted
over time. The humans were caught up by a mind-control spell the head Magikoopa
used… they slew their steeds, the Yoshies, and the Koopas hoped a civil war
would result. It would have, had I not intervened… though it destroyed my body
in the process, and I had to summon up as much magic force as possible, it
worked nonetheless, and the Koopa army was decimated, breaking the mind-control
spell and ending the war. I was ripped apart, but born again in the realm of
the gods… however, the feud was never resolved, and even though an uneasy truce
was called, the bitter rivalry has remained to this day.”
“I
don’t believe the magic thing with the explosion… how could one person wipe out
an entire army with just one spell?”
Sorsoy
glared at Marcus, and her silk streamers went a vibrant red. “Magic is nothing
more than manipulation of an ethereal energy that resides on this world. With
the right incantations that energy is converted into the effects of a spell.
Even though not everyone can use magic, it’s fairly simple, and it doesn’t
exactly take a lot of training or effort. However, my rapier had been enchanted
to increase the power of magic spells, and as a demi-god, the intensity was
amplified thousandfold. Of course, only being a demi-god, I was utterly
vaporised by the force of the spell, but that wouldn’t happen to me if I did
that today.”
Marcus
thought about all this for a moment, before asking, “Okay, we’ve done your
autobiography. Why are you here and what do you need to tell me?”
“I’m
here to warn you about your future.”
“Huh?”
Marcus replied, puzzled.
“The
future is always clouded and unclear… even the best oracles and the gods
themselves can only predict what is most likely to happen. But, the way it
stands at the moment, you lose yourself… things happen to you, and you grow
angrier and more upset, until you become corrupted by evil and exist only to
destroy…”
“But…
I don’t understand… this has all been distressing so far, but I don’t think I’d
ever become evil…”
“Believe
me, you will; before too long, you will take your first loss… you may gain more
friends, but they will not stay long, and your distress causes you to look for
something to help…”
“I…
I refuse to believe that…”
“Then
you are a fool!” Sorsoy shouted, making the strange world inside Marcus’s imagination
shake. “You refuse to believe the truth when it lies right in front of you, and
yet you expect things to play out fine. Ignorance leads to carelessness,
carelessness leads to mistakes, and mistakes lead to your ultimate doom.”
“Prove
it.”
“What?”
Sorsoy said, taken aback, her streamers turning a shade of blue similar to her
skin.
“You
heard me. Prove it.” Marcus repeated.
“Very
well, then. You asked for it.”
Sorsoy’s
streamers changed colour again, this time to a dark purple. She floated
forwards, and reached out to Marcus. She put her right hand on Marcus’s nose,
and he closed his eyes, falling into unconsciousness once more…
Darkmark stood straight and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the whites were pure, bottomless black, save for the glowing red pupils that came from the inky darkness. He then brought his open hands behind his shoulders, and brought them down again with a roar, holding them level, with the fingers curved up, as though they were holding something.
A black aura erupted around Darkmark, purple auras of fire burst into existence around each of Darkmark’s hands, and what looked like purple electricity flowed from them, up his hands, and across his body. The crackling sound of electricity filled the air as the purple energy continued to spark across Darkmark’s body, and he spread a pair of large, leathery wings and began to stride forwards…
Marcus
snapped back into consciousness, albeit still in his nightmare, with Sorsoy
lifting her hand away from his nose. The expression on her face was one of
concern, and her streamers had turned a very pale yellow.
“I…
that… was that me?” He gasped.
Sorsoy
nodded slowly. “It’s not too late to stop this happening. Continue on your
journey, but don’t let the forces of evil consume your mind… now, I must go,
and I bid you good luck in your quest for vengeance.
Before
Marcus could speak, there was a bright flash, and he passed out.
Manny
put a hand on his friend’s chest. “Well… it’s time to say goodbye… I just wish
that you were still here…”
A
tear fell from his nose and landed on Marcus’s, and he put one arm underneath
Marcus’s tail and the other behind his head. He stood up straight, and stood on
the cliff edge, facing into the wind.
“One
l-life p-passes… a f-fallen friend d-departs…”
Manny
wasn’t sure of the entire prayer, and faltered. He closed his eyes and strained
to remember, determined to do this himself.
“B-but
he r-remains with us… f-forever in our h-hearts… t-though we mourn f-for our
loss… w-we must b-bid farewell…”
He
stumbled again, and choked on his tears, forcing out the words as they came to
him.
“T-the
rest of us m-may join h-him…”
“
‘But only time will tell’, right, Manny?”
Manny
opened his eyes abruptly and looked down. Marcus’s eyes were open, and Manny
could clearly see the red outlines around the pupils. He gasped and stepped
backwards, and gently let Marcus’s feet down so he could stand. Manny then
wrapped his arms around Marcus and held him tightly, crying loudly and letting
tears stream down his cheeks.
“Marcus!”
he wailed. “I thought I’d lost you!”
Marcus
gave Manny a pat on the back. “I’m here, I’m here… it’ll take more than that to
kill me!”
Manny
sniffled as he let go, and looked Marcus in the eyes. “I’m so sorry… I got
carried away; I just… I almost killed you…”
Marcus
half closed his eyes and looked off to one side. “Yeah, well… these things
happen. Just don’t do it again, alright?”
Karin
and Xenly both ran forward to look at him, and Laen stayed behind to watch. A
few moments later, they turned around and headed off, for the cliffs just north
of Lince, where they could get off Yoshi’s Island and cross to the mainland of
Chyrus.
But
Marcus considered what he’d seen in his vision, or dream, or whatever it had
been. Sure, his future self appeared to be horribly scarred with discolorations
and such, but he looked powerful… much more powerful than he was now. Marcus
rubbed his chin as he walked, and thought hard. Maybe that’s not such a
bad future… I’ve lost practically everything already, so if I just let things
happen… I can become powerful like that… yes; perhaps there IS something for me
to look forward to…
To
be continued…