Cursed
Yoshi
Chapter 21 = Haunted by the past
Disclaimer: Although all
characters here are of my own invention, the original idea of Yoshies, Birdos,
etcetera, are copyright of Nintendo, and I make no money from writing this.
About
two hours after the attack, Shiala was pacing around inside the tent in which
the three surviving travellers were staying… or, more accurately, had been
carried off to while they were unconscious. Laid out on one mattress was the
grievously injured and unconscious Manny, with two ferals - a blue one and a
yellow one - tending his wounds and trying to heal his injuries with slow but
steady success. Next to him was the sleeping Marcus, who had a bandage over a
broken rib but appeared to be healing well, thanks to the efforts of the few
ferals who knew a few things about medicine. Stretched out on a couple of
cushions next to Marcus was the healed-but-resting Xenly, who had a large cast
around her left wrist and was also sleeping silently.
Shiala
stepped forward and sat down next to Marcus. He was sleeping on his side,
facing her, and she gently reached out to stroke the fins on the back of his
head affectionately. His frown turned into a gentle smile, and he mumbled
something Shiala couldn’t hear, so she bent forward and put her head next to
his as she continued to softy stroke his fins.
“Mmm…
Alziana…” she heard him mumble, “you always liked doing that to me…”
Shiala
stopped and took her hand away, looking at Marcus for a moment as he fell
silent again. Who was this ‘Alziana’? A relative? His sister, perhaps? Maybe
his girlfriend? She made a mental note to ask him once he woke up as the two
ferals next to Manny called her over.
“We
think he’s fine now…” one of them said as he tore the end off a roll of bandage
and plastered it over an incision. “He shattered his ribs, broke his leg, and
dislocated his shoulder… we had to do some minor surgery for his ribs… thank
the gods he didn’t regain consciousness. It’ll take the rest of today for him
just to be able to walk around again, but he’ll be okay after a couple of
days.”
Shiala
nodded. “Thank you so much for all your help…”
“By
the way,” the second feral piped up, “Now that Andreas is dead… are you going
to stay here and take over from him?”
Shiala
sighed and shook her head in response. “I don’t think so… he never told me what
to do if something like this happened, and I’m not very experienced… maybe I
should leave it to somebody else.”
Both
medics nodded solemnly in agreement, before getting up and leaving with a bow
towards Shiala. She watched them go before turning back to Marcus and sitting
down next to him, and gently placing a hand on the side of his head. He smiled
again as she did so, but a few moments later he woke up and slowly opened his
eyes, looking up towards Shiala, retaining his smile.
“Hey…”
he said, but she put a finger to his lips again. “Quiet… Manny and Xenly are
asleep… or unconscious.”
Marcus
looked around to confirm it, then turned back to her with a worried look on his
face. “What about Laen? Where is she?” he asked.
“Laen
didn’t make it… she died after you collapsed and we’ve already buried her along
with my father and the other dead ferals…”
Marcus’s
eyes dipped, and he muttered, “I see… did she say anything? Was she even alive
when you got to her?”
“She
was alive… just. She could barely speak, and I can only guess what she meant by
her actions. She took off that necklace of hers and said your name… I think she
wanted me to give it to you.”
Shiala
took the necklace off of her wrist where she had been keeping it, and handed it
to Marcus. He hesitantly took it and sat up, before undoing the clasp and
placing it around his own neck, fastening it firmly once he had done so, before
looking back towards Shiala.
“She…
also made it fairly clear that I was to take her bow… I also took her arrows
and her poison pouches, but I’m not sure why she wanted me to take them…”
Marcus
shrugged. “I’m not sure either… but I’m not sure of much any more.”
He
gently put a hand on the bandage on his chest and drew a sharp breath as he
felt a stab of pain. Shiala pulled his hand away and said, “You broke your rib…
you’ll be okay by tomorrow but you should take it easy.”
Marcus
nodded, and Shiala snapped her fingers as she thought of something. “Oh, by the
way,” She inquired, “Who is ‘Alziana’? You were muttering her name in your
sleep…”
Marcus
dipped his eyes and looked away from her, and spoke softly as he did so. “She…
she was my girlfriend before I had to leave on this journey… I loved her… that
is, we loved each other dearly… and I never thought what I’d do if I lost her…”
“Why?
What happened?”
“She
died… in my arms… the last thing the said was, ‘Never forget, Marcus… never
forget’…”
Shiala
put a hand on his shoulder. “Oh my goodness… I’m so sorry… I didn’t realise
that, or I wouldn’t have asked to sleep with you…”
“I
should’ve told you, I suppose… mind you, it wasn’t anything serious, so I let
it go… but, you know… thanks.”
“Huh?
Thanks? What for?”
A
tiny smile crept onto Marcus’s face. “You comforted me a little with your
presence… I hadn’t slept that well for a long time, so… thanks.”
She
smiled and replied, “You’re welcome.”
They
remained silent for a moment, before Shiala stood up and beckoned to Marcus
from where he was sitting. “Come on, let’s go outside… it’s cramped in here.”
Marcus
got to his feet, albeit a little unsteadily, and followed her out of the tent,
walking slowly to avoid straining himself, and he found her pointing to the
area cleared by the dragon. There were mounds of overturned dirt there, and
Shiala said, “That one with the red flowers is Laen’s, and the one with the
pile of different flowers… is my father’s…”
She
turned around, looking away from the painful sight, and Marcus opened up his
arms to her as she sniffled a little. “Come here…” he said, and she hesitated
for a moment before flinging herself into his arms and burying her head in his
chest, careful not to put any weight on his injury. He put an arm around her
and rested his other hand on the back of her head, hoping to console her a
little with the gesture and make her feel a little better. Looking over to the
clearing, he could see ferals scrambling over the dead dragon like ants; many
had knives and were cutting chunks of flesh away with quite some difficulty,
others were removing portions of skin, and a few were pulling out fangs,
carrying them off to somewhere Marcus couldn’t see.
Shiala
let go and stood toe to toe with him for a moment, before she took his hands as
he let them fall to his sides, and returned his gaze to her. They looked each
other in the eyes for a moment, but she then surprised Marcus by leaning
forward and kissing him passionately, wrapping her lips around his and trying
to tongue him a little.
Marcus
gave a muffled command, before putting his hands on her chest and gently but
firmly pushing her away from him. Still keeping her at arms’ length, he sighed
and said, “It’s too soon… I don’t want to just yet, you know?”
“I
understand…” Shiala replied, somewhat disappointed, “but when Alziana said
‘never forget’, I don’t think she meant ‘never forget me or move on’… she maybe
meant ‘whatever you do, just don’t forget what we did together’.”
“I…
I… I know…” Marcus stammered, “but still… I just… just give me some time, okay?
I want to make new memories, sure, but… I want to keep the old ones too…”
* * *
“Um… Alziana… I don’t exactly know how to say this…” Marcus started. He pulled himself together and tried not to stammer. This is it… he thought, this is the point of no return. It’s do or die time. He looked deep into her eyes, and continued. “I… really enjoy your company… and… I… find you… quite attractive…” He felt blood flow through his cheeks, but tried to ignore it as he pressed on. “And… I… I…well… Alziana, I… I think I’m in love with you… no, I am in love with you.”
There. He’d said it. He’d done what he had intended to do, and fairly well at that, so now he just had to wait and see what happened.
She drew away from him with a gasp, and she closed her eyes and was clearly thinking hard, and after a few moments she opened her eyes, and he could see them travel up and down, looking at him. She seemed uneasy, and Marcus was sure he’d done it wrong; maybe he’d said it too soon, or too late, or maybe she was matching Manny’s description of excessive innocence…
Marcus was sure his heart was going to burst right out of his chest; he dreaded the response. What would happen now if it all fell apart on him? He’d probably leave and try to keep a straight face until he got home, where he’d undoubtedly drown his sorrows in any wine he had… then, Marcus saw her start to say something.
She spoke slowly, clearly, and slightly seductively, but in a low tone. Her soft voice had been making Marcus more agitated by the minute.
“Marcus… I…” She began, and Marcus held his breath. He was sure this wasn’t good; her eyes were half-closed, and he couldn’t quite tell how she felt, but the tone in her voice filled him with dread. She paused for a moment before continuing, but instead of crushing his dreams, she uttered the words he had always wanted to hear…
“…I… Love you, too.”
Allowing only for a moments
hesitation, she then leaned forward and kissed him. It was like nothing Marcus
had ever experienced before; as they first began to embrace Marcus was filled
with anticipation, then, when they started to kiss, he was wary but almost
instantly tightly took her in his arms and rocked back and forth. Her lips were
soft and warm, and Marcus happily kept taking his away to kiss her again,
enjoying the moment more than anything he had ever experienced before. Then, as
she pulled him close to her he kept a continuous kiss, and a surprised Marcus
felt her tongue in his mouth, gently touching his own and planting a sweet
taste on it. He worked his own tongue around hers and into her mouth; their
tongues slid over and past each other like intertwining serpents, and before he
knew it, Marcus’s heart was racing, and he was breathing extremely heavily
through his nose, as he experienced the greatest pleasure he had ever felt in
his life so far. He closed his eyes and pulled her as close to him as he could
manage, continuing the kiss as he ran his hands up and down her back, and
didn’t ever want to stop. He put his weight on her and pushed her down onto the
sands, still caressing her back and tonguing her as much as he could. He laid
on top of her, enjoying the feeling of the contact of their skin, and continued
the kiss for as long as he could possibly manage. Eventually, he broke off and
gasped for breath, with the sweet taste of her lingering on his tongue, feeling
happier than he had ever been before…
* * *
“Hello?
Marcus?”
Marcus
snapped out of his daydream. “Huh?”
“You
went into a trance or something for a moment… are you sure you’re okay? I’m
sorry if I hurt your feelings or anything…”
Marcus
shook his head. “It’s alright… I’ll be okay…”
“I…
uh… Marcus, I was wondering… can I come with you?”
“What?”
“You
heard me… I want to get out of here and see the world… to travel the lands of
Chyrus and see the cities, the civilisation… as much as I like it here, I want
to see what else there is, and to perhaps stay there if I like it enough…”
“I
don’t think it would be a good idea. I think me and Manny are being hunted
down… maybe that dragon was related to that, maybe not, but still, it’s not
safe…”
“I
don’t care! Why do you think Laen gave her bow to me? She wanted me to go with
you!” Shiala said, raising her voice a little.
Marcus
paused for a moment, with his mouth slightly open as though he was about to say
something. He closed it and nodded slowly, before saying, “I suppose you’re
right… but I’ll have to see what Manny and Xenly say first.”
Shiala
smiled and headed into the tent with Marcus following her. To their surprise,
Xenly and Manny were already up, though the latter was lying on his back and
looking quite pale, his eyes looking around the room as he lay there otherwise
motionless.
“Hey
Manny,” Marcus asked, “You okay down there?”
“Yeah…
I’m fine…” Manny said quietly. He seemed to be having trouble speaking. “What…
happened…? Did we… win…?”
“Sort
of. Laen’s dead, but Xenly, you, me and Shiala are okay.”
“Laen…”
“Impaled.
She entrusted Shiala with her bow and that necklace of hers to me.”
“Am
I… gonna be… okay?”
“Yes…
but you’ll have to stay there for the rest of today, and take it easy
afterwards.”
Manny
nodded weakly. “Okay… thanks, Marcus…”
He
closed his eyes and his head sagged, and Marcus shook him. “Manny? Manny, are
you okay?”
“He’s
just asleep.” He heard Xenly say. “I’m sorry to hear about Laen…”
Marcus
nodded. “Wherever she is now… well, we’ll just have to avenge her, as well. I
don’t know, but I just have this feeling that the dragon didn’t arrive here by
chance or bad luck…”
To
be continued…