Cursed
Yoshi
Chapter 65 = The return of Darkmark
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.
Darkmark regained
his consciousness later and expected to find himself back at the castle, but
instead found himself staring into the angry eyes of the goddess Laryshka. The
entirety of Chaos was swirling behind her, its mind-rendering cacophony
resounding across the void, but as Darkmark fell, rather than become
frightened, he felt a powerful resolve not to let himself be pushed around any
longer.
Laryshka held both
of her swords in his direction and glared at him. “We don’t know what happened
there in the Underworld, for Klashkna has devised ways to stop even Miyala
peering into that hole, but we still know your mind and soul were brought there
temporarily. Tell me now what happened, lest I have to force the information
out of you!”
Darkmark merely
glared back, spreading his wings out to their full extent and drawing
Karlo-Shin’s sword. “Make me.” He taunted, adding a venomous tone to his voice.
With a derisive
snort, Laryshka touched her sword tips together, sending long cables of white
energy towards Darkmark at blinding speed, whereupon they wrapped around him
tightly and painfully discharged their energy into him. He resisted it at
first, gritting his teeth, but soon noticed that what she was using was not
magic, but…
“Ch-… Chi, isn’t
it?” he gasped, stopping himself from crying out. “Y-You’re a Ch-Chi user… I’ll
n-need the practice…”
Narrowing his eyes
at her, he summoned up a large burst of psionic energy from his body,
shattering the cables and sending dissipating strands of Chi energy into the
vast emptiness of Chaos. Laryshka moved back a little, but Darkmark had not had
enough and pulled a large mass of psionic energy to himself, manifesting it on
his hands as a pair of balls before throwing them at her, striking with
near-perfect aim. The energy surged across her body and she gave a shout, but
the energy soon dissipated and left her breathing heavily, keeping her gaze
upon Darkmark, who found the sound of Chaos more of a threat to him that her at
that moment in time.
“I am not your
slave.” Darkmark said coldly. “I am not your servant, your errand-runner, or
your little pet. I belong only to myself, and it matters not to me what you
think I should do, or what you have to say. I am taking my own path from here
on out… not controlled by either the gods of light or darkness, but by my own
two eyes and my own mind…”
“How do you know of
the dark gods?” Laryshka demanded, clearly undeterred.
Darkmark smirked and
gave her a self-satisfied look. “I should know of what I have become, should I
not…?”
He gave a loud, evil
laugh, charging up as much psionic energy as he could while she stared at him
in disbelief, before he released the energy in a sudden explosion and brought
the meeting to an abrupt end.
At that exact moment
in time, all across the towns, cities, and nations of Chyrus, every remotely
gifted oracle immediately felt a vision, some more powerful than others, but
all with the same general content; destruction. Demons were running free from
the Underworld, burning all in their path; the eight Yoshian gods of darkness
leading the devastation, the skies red with fire and the air filled with the
screams of the dying. Cracks across the ground broke open, spewing lava
upwards, the winds became powerful and the seas treacherous, blood ran down the
walls and streets of the cities, the darkness spread across the lands…
Each vision seemed
so real that when the oracles awoke from the trance, they immediately ran
outside to confirm that the events they had just witnessed were not already
occurring, then immediately spread the word of what had happened…
Finally, Darkmark
snapped awake on the roof of Foryo’s castle, his hand locked firmly around
Karlo-Shin’s sword, and the morning turned to night, the rain and lightning all
around him fiercer than ever. Standing up with newfound strength, he sheathed
his sword and walked calmly back inside, trying not to slip on the rainwater
running down the stairs and into a drain at the bottom of the staircase.
As soon as he was
fully sheltered, he shook the rain off of himself like a dog, spraying water on
the walls, before stepping through the illusionary wall, which was already
beginning to dissipate; large holes were starting to appear in the image as the
spell’s power faded.
He stopped abruptly
when he saw Manny’s body. It had not moved from where it lay, and he did not
expect it to, but the sight of it still upset him a little, and he bent down to
him to close Manny’s eyes with his fingers. It made him look a lot more
peaceful, but it was still unnerving to see the two swollen puncture marks on
his neck, partly coated in a black-flecked reddish substance that Darkmark
assumed was coagulated blood. Hesitantly, he removed Manny’s saddlebags and
went through them, taking out everything he thought he might need; money, the
compass, bandages, his food and nearly-full water container, and finally the
box of throwing knives. After transferring them to his saddlebags, practically
filling them up, he put an arm around Manny and tried to lift him up, but found
it exceedingly difficult.
“When did you get so
heavy?” Darkmark murmured. “Unless I’m getting weak…”
He stood back up and
looked around, catching sight of himself in a mirror. His wings were folded
closed against his back, but with a start he realised that the once-red
membranes were now a light shade of grey, as were his fins and the red eye
outlines he once had. With a shock, he realised that the final curse that Foryo
had cast upon him must have done this, and that he needed to get it lifted
immediately.
He knelt down
besides Manny and quickly said a prayer for him, apologising profusely for not
being able to bury him. After giving Manny’s body his blessing, he crouched on
the window ledge for a moment, taking a final look back before leaping out into
the rainy night sky, spreading his wings, and heading for Sansata as fast as he
could…
Either instinctively
or intentionally, Darkmark headed right for the church he had found himself in
when he arrived in the city, bursting through its doors while the storm raged
on outside. Only a few candles lit the church, so Darkmark conjured up a light
ball successfully on his first attempt as he approached the altar, catching the
eyes of the white Yoshi standing behind it.
“Saviour!” he called
out as Darkmark approached. Removing his cloak to let it dry, Darkmark nodded in
reply and stopped next to the clergyman, using his free hand to give the
churchman his blessing in the traditional gesture.
“I have little time…
I have been cursed, and I need to have it removed as soon as possible. Can you
help?”
The Yoshi
immediately took a wand from his saddlebags, and muttered something under his
breath, his eyes fixed intently upon Darkmark for a minute or two until he
dispelled whatever spell he had cast and nodded solemnly. “I can help, Saviour.
Please, take my hand…”
Darkmark clasped the
proffered hand and watched as the Yoshi muttered under his breath again, before
saddlebagging the wand and placing his free hand on Darkmark’s nose. The brown
Yoshi felt calm and peaceful for a moment, and closed his eyes momentarily as
something flowed across his body… then it stopped, and the Yoshi took a step
back, releasing Darkmark’s hand.
The odd chill that
Darkmark had been feeling vanished, and he felt strong again, but had a
distinct feeling that not all was well, given the look on the clergyman’s face.
The white Yoshi swallowed and said, “It was too long after the curse was lain
for me to heal it fully… although all the physical damage is gone, your
markings will remain as they are…”
With a wave of the
wand, the clergyman called up an ethereal shield, reflecting Darkmark’s image
in it for the winged Yoshi to see. He stared at it for a while; his reflection
looked saddened, so much darker and gloomier with the dark fins, eyes, wing
membranes, tongue, and mouth, but he narrowed his eyes at it in disgust and
found that he took on a much eviller look that way. The clergyman dissipated
the mirror, and with one final blessing Darkmark took his leave, striding back
out into the storm with his cloak covering his tightly-folded wings, pressed
hard into his back. He went looking for some place to stay the night and wait
out the storm, before he could continue his journey… though he had other plans
than the ones Karlo-Shin gave him…
To
be continued…