Cursed
Yoshi
Chapter 74 = Questions and Answers
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.
It was far too late when the bright flash of chi signalled Tsi-Lau’s
return to her body. Within a moment she surmised what had happened from the
absence of Sira’s body, and the presence of her Sensei’s. Crossing over to the
lifeless purple body, she sighed and whispered a prayer under her breath,
bending down and gently touching her white stomach…
Her hand came away slightly sticky, and she blinked. Saliva… it
must have been bloody… I guess that other vampire wanted some food… but it was
doubtless a bonus for him to lick it from the body of my teacher, that kayatin…
Silent, she retrieved what remained of the leather leotard and put it
back on the body, feeling bitter about the callous exposure of Yasei-Yeiko’s
body and wondering if anything else had been done to her… but then she remembered.
Five minutes. They would have barely had time to kill her… but how
unlike her to fall so quickly…
She
began to check the pockets on the leotard, careful by nature of the pins and
other weapons within, though none of them could hurt her. Eventually she found
what she was looking for; her set of guild rank stamps, and knowing what she
had to do Tsi-Lau made the mark upon her scabbards to signify what had
happened; she was the successor to her sensei, and had now taken her place. As
she was replacing them, she found something else inside the pocket, and took it
out; a scrap of vaell parchment, folded neatly but carefully so as not to
damage it.
She unfolded it and read the symbols of the guild’s code swiftly. My student, if you are reading this, it is too late for me. I can see many things when I am in the trance, the future being but one of them. I have my doubts about my own future, about my own life… but, it is not for me to be like you, a creature of the darkness. Do not bring me back to the world, for I have failed and cannot aid you any more. I write this hoping it will never be seen by your eyes, but fortune favours the prepared…
Grieve not for me, for life is but a temporary prison of the mind and soul from which I have been freed. My time is over and yours now begins; you are on your own path now, your own journey, with only what you have learned to guide you. Do what you believe is the right thing… trust in your judgement… and remember that I shall watch over you in spirit, my student.
Taráya, your Sensei.
Underneath the scrawling code she found four words in plain Yoshian… Ka stóllada ki, Valina.
The
silver assassin used all of her willpower and training to fight the urge to
bury her head in her hands and cry.
When
Darkmark walked into the flat, the last thing he expected to see was played out
in front of him; another assassin had come, and had Samintha held at
knifepoint. Tamaroro was nowhere to be seen.
“Stay
back, or I’ll kill her!” the assassin shouted, a yellowish Yoshi with a
menacing tone to his voice.
“What
would you kill her for?” Darkmark asked, putting Sira’s body to one side,
trying not to make eye contact with her flatmate. “Your leader is dead…”
“Her
orders remain regardless.” The assassin replied, clearly unbelieving.
“I
have heard that it’s not a welcome tactic among you to take hostages.”
The
assassin chuckled. “You’re right. Best get rid of her so I can fight you…”
He
jammed the knife into her back and made her scream, but she wrenched away from
him and opened up a clear shot for Darkmark, who threw a bolt of raw psionic
energy at the assassin. It struck him hard and he stumbled back, but as he had
not been using any chi he was able to recover and stood straight in time to
catch another attack, this time from Skafria, who had his sword pressed against
the assassin’s neck before he could react.
“Kill
me if you want.” He spat. “But more will come. Until you’re dead, we won’t rest
until you’ve been sent to the afterlife!”
With
a cackle, he vanished in a cloud of smoke and did not reappear. Darkmark rushed
to Samintha’s aid and pulled the knife from her back, thankful that the small
dagger had not hurt anything seriously, and managed to heal her after two
attempts, finding that the stab wound was harder to heal than a small cut.
“Where’s
Tamaroro?” He asked, and she pointed to one of the bedroom doors.
“In
there… why do they keep coming for us… and what happened to Sira…?”
“Another
assassin got her…” he said sadly as Skafria went to find the infant. “She died
honourably though, and we avenged her death…”
“What…
what am I going to do?” she sobbed. “I can’t stay here… but if I move away, I
can’t take Tammy with me… or if I went to the residences, I couldn’t keep him
there either…”
“We’ll
sort something out.” Darkmark said calmly. “I think I might know someone who
could help. I’m going to leave Skafria here to keep an eye on you, but I
shouldn’t be that long anyway…”
“Wait,
where are you going?” she called, as he opened one of the large panelled
windows and crouched on the windowsill.
“To
get answers to questions I can’t find by myself.” He replied, before taking off
into the night.
Darkmark
was mildly surprised when he entered the church and found it almost completely
shadowed in darkness, lit dimly by candles around the edges. The only movement
within was that of the pastor, sweeping the floor free of dust and humming a
tune to himself as he did so, clearly preoccupied.
The
brown Yoshi coughed once to catch his attention, striding forward through the
darkness to meet him, and the both of them sat down at one of the benches to
talk.
“I
think I remember you… I saw you on a reward poster recently.” Vachez said,
starting the conversation.
“Just
some people with clouded judgement and blind obedience.” Darkmark replied
curtly. “I’m out of here tomorrow.”
“What
have you come here for?”
“For
guidance, of course.” Darkmark said solemnly, trying to sound dark but not too
intimidating. “We all need help sometimes.”
“Yes,
yes we do… what questions would you like me to answer?”
“Already
I have witnessed several deaths within the past few hours… the safety of
someone I know is at risk, but they cannot make themselves safe without
abandoning someone else. There’s a little orphan by the name of Tamaroro that-”
“Tammy
is alive?” Vachez asked, cutting in, suddenly looking up with a hopeful gaze.
“I rescued him when his parents were killed, but he was taken from me to an
orphanage. How is he?”
Darkmark
took a deep breath. “He escaped, and from what he told us I do not blame him.
We found him on the verge of death, being brutally attacked by some humans who
went looking for him, and we saved his life. Since then he had been staying
with the one who healed him, but now she’s dead…”
“I
would love to take him back if you would let me.” Vachez said, answering
Darkmark’s request before he even asked it. “I will not let them take him from
me again.”
“Thank
you. I can’t look after him… I’m not someone who should look after children.”
“Well,
why not?” Vachez asked, tapping the ring on Darkmark’s finger. “Someone once
wanted you to…”
“That
was then. But now… my hands are stained with blood, and the darkness is coming
for me… so many deaths I have had to avenge… so many lives I have taken… I know
what I must do, but whether I can do it when the time comes, I do not know…”
Vachez
thought for a moment. “What are you saying?”
Darkmark’s
eyes flicked up to meet his gaze. “I am saying that I have sold my soul to the
darkness. There is no longer any way for me to turn back from the road I have
chosen… nothing I can do any more…”
Surprisingly,
the dark grey Yoshi shook his head, before taking hold of an end of his scarf,
and holding it up so Darkmark could see the Octotheist emblem stitched into the
black fabric. Just like the mark on his arm that had faded away, eight small
circles around the edge of a larger circle made up the emblem, though the
stitching made them slightly angular. “This is more than just a symbol. There
are the eight principles associated with the gods… Hope gives us comfort in our
time of need, Luck affects so much of our lives, the Future is where we must
always look to, Power is the strength we need to survive, Love helps us find
happiness, Wisdom guides us wherever we go, Life is the gift we all are given,
but Death comes to us all eventually…
“You
see, Marcus, it’s not that what the God of Death said or what his followers
want that’s such a problem… if you truly are a follower of the darkness, you
will know that… but he gave in to the evil forces and tried to destroy his own
people. He sacrificed innocent lives to gain power, to get what he wanted. He
was not afraid to sink to any level if it would attain his desires. That was
why we shun him and why we detest him…”
“My
hands are stained.” Darkmark repeated. “Not just with the blood of humans, but
of my Yoshian brethren too…”
“But
is it the blood of the innocent?”
“No.”
he said firmly, after a moment of thought. “Not one person that I have killed
did not deserve to die.”
“Then
there you have it. If what you say is
true, you do follow the teachings of the Lord of Darkness’s followers. They
believe that killing is the only way to achieve peace, but only through the
deaths of those who deserve to die, not those who are innocent.”
After
a few moments of silence, Darkmark stood up. “Thank you.” He said, handing the
priest some money.
“I
cannot…”
“Take
it.” The brown Yoshi insisted. “Perhaps Tamaroro will need it. If not, the
church may find a use. It’s not my concern.”
Striding
calmly and confidently out of the church, Darkmark took off into the sky and
took one last look over the city he would be leaving tomorrow. So many deaths
here, so many innocent lives taken… but not by his hand. They would go to the
underworld, but he would not…
To
be continued…