Cursed
Yoshi
Chapter 78 = Temptation
Disclaimer: With one exception,
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.
Oddly
enough, Darkmark dreamt he was flying, only it was warm outside, the sun shone
down upon him, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky between him and it… he flew
upwards, trying to see how far he could go, and the sun rapidly moved around
the land beneath him, replaced by one of the moons of Chyrus within a short
space of time. Onwards he flew, reaching for the stars, wondering what lay
beyond the empty void of space that he could look up and see on every clear
night…
Suddenly,
all went black, and when he tried to stop his feet touched down on a large
stone platform. A moment later there was a flash, and the seven Light Gods
appeared before him, illuminated within a single large circle of light.
“Stop!”
One of them warned – but the voice was slightly distorted and Darkmark couldn’t
tell who was talking. “You don’t know what you’re doing, Saviour!”
“Turn
back, before it is too late…” A female voice for sure, but he didn’t know whose
it was. “Don’t fall to the darkness…”
“It
is already too late.” Darkmark answered, his own voice slightly warped, as
though it were underwater. “I cannot return now. I have chosen my path… this is
my destiny…”
He
knew it was Eirsir this time because he could see his mouth move. “We can
return what was taken from you – but not if you are evil, not if you are a Dark
God!”
“No,
you can’t.” Darkmark said quietly. “Nobody can do that. Not even the Light Gods
can give life to the dead…”
“Find
the altar!” Someone cried – a high voice. “Find it and you can take them back…
but you can only find it if your heart is pure, if you fight your evil
temptations…”
They
faded away, dissipating into the blackness, and Darkmark found himself flying
among the stars.
Travelling
at many times the speed that Darkmark and his comrades had mustered, Tsi-Lau
managed to stumble upon their tracks while it was still light, and followed
them right up to the point where they mysteriously stopped. There were several
other footprints around one spot, and she looked up to the sky, brushing snow
from her eyelashes as more of it fell all around her. Something was moving up
there, but before she could work out what it was, something hit the ground
behind her, and in a reflex she spun around, drawing her swords.
However,
she found only a single winged Yoshi standing with a spear in his hand, flexing
his wings gently. “Another traveller.” He mused, sweeping snow from his reddish
skin. “Are you looking for shelter? Our aerie is just above here, I can carry
you up if you want…”
Skafria
snapped awake as he sensed something, getting closer, something enticing…
something… familiar…
Looking
around, he saw his travelling companions slumped on the floor between various
blankets, sleeping away, but they weren’t the source of what had alarmed him.
He sniffed at the air, but caught nothing distinctive, and headed towards the
brighter cave exit, turning through the grid-system of tunnels to try and find
what was giving him this feeling…
“Well,
there you are.”
Skafria
stopped and turned around to see Tsi-Lau standing right behind him, and he
clenched his fists, glaring at her. “So, you somehow survived that night… Why
are you here, then? Come to kill Darkmark?”
“Yes,
but… that’s only a secondary thing now.” She said, keeping her arms folded.
“Would you really care that much if I killed him?”
“Yes,
of course. He’s my friend. Granted, we’re a bit distant now, but…”
“But,
he’s not like you… I am… you and me, we’re different from everyone else…
wherever we go, we’ll be shunned… we won’t have anyone to turn to… and he
doesn’t understand you, does he? Would he let you bite someone here if you
needed to? Does he let you drink freely?”
“No…”
Skafria replied honestly, looking off to one side. “But he has some
justification…”
“No
he doesn’t. You don’t stop him from eating the food he needs to stay alive, why
should you let him do the same to you?”
“What
are you trying to do?” Skafria asked, looking up to her.
“I’m
trying to make you see sense. You don’t have to follow him… we can go together,
living by our own laws, doing what we want…”
Skafria
folded his arms. “I suppose you want me to help you kill Darkmark, then?
Because I won’t-”
“Not
at all.” She whispered, taking a step forward. “Just stay with me… two vampires
are better than one…”
She
shuffled forwards ever so slightly so that their noses touched, then put a hand
on his chest and ran it across his skin, under his cloak, up and over his
shoulders, down his back…
“What
do you want?” he asked dryly.
“I
want you to stay here, and not move. I’m going to go see Darkmark, then come
back…”
“You
can’t kill him. Can’t you see that? But he can easily banish you, and would you
want that to happen?”
“No,
but I always take precautions.” She whispered. “Illusions aren’t working on him
any more, but I have other tricks that will… just stay here, don’t interfere,
and whether I succeed or not we can go back, leave this forsaken place, and
rule our own lives… nobody to tell us what to do, nobody to tell us who we can
and cannot drink from, and nobody to care about except each other…”
“It’s
a deal.” Skafria said quietly, after a moment’s thought.
Stretching
and yawning as he awoke, Darkmark pondered silently over his dream before
sitting up and stretching his wings, noting the absence of Skafria, and also
that Yoshata had woken up, and was staying near the fire for warmth.
“You
okay?” she asked, and he nodded back.
“Yeah,
I’m fine.” He murmured, getting his things together from the pile next to him.
As he picked up his sword by its sheath it tipped over, and the blade slid
partway out, giving off a near-blinding light when it did so, forcing Darkmark
to try and put it back with his eyes closed.
Odd… he thought, it’s only done that once before… but then, that was because there were TWO vampires, not just one, so why…?
His
thoughts were interrupted by a chunk of ice flying over his head, and Darkmark
turned in the direction it came from. “You’re a very unpredictable person, you
know that?”
“Look
out!” Yoshata shouted, ignoring the remark, and Darkmark turned his head back
in time to see Tsi-Lau’s body partly concealed by shadows, aiming a throwing
star at him, and he rolled off to one side as she threw it. It missed him and
hit the floor as he leapt to his feet, sword in hand, but the blinding light
made it hard for him to see anything as he squinted his eyes.
“Why
can’t you just stay dead?!” he roared, partly in rage, partly in surprise. “I
don’t care what it takes, I’m going to kill you this time if I have to destroy
this entire mountain!”
Sheathing
the sword to free up his hands and allow himself to see, he lashed out at her
with a cable of energy, latching onto her body before she was able to pull
another item from her saddlebags. Quickly turning his body, he flung her
against one of the far walls with such force that several chunks of rock fell
when she hit it, but it didn’t seem to hurt her despite the fact she was still
winded by the impact. The second cable missed her as she dodged to the side,
but when Darkmark wrenched the cable back it pulled a rock out of the wall and
it slammed into her, breaking into fragments as it struck her body, knocking
her back without injury.
Lunging
forwards, he put a charge of energy around his shoulder as he rammed into her,
sending her flying backwards amidst purple and white sparks, dislodging more
rocks as she hit the wall, and even more when he planted a flying kick against
her chest in what would have been a fatal strike against a normal opponent.
Seeing his chance, he pulled out the sword and swung it in the same movement,
but she leapt upwards and grabbed hold of the rock ceiling, pulling her body up
out of the path of the swipe, before scuttling across the ceiling like a
spider, aided by her chi. Sheathing the sword again, Darkmark watched as a
twin-beam of ice from Yoshata’s eyes hit her and knocked her down, but she
broke free quickly, scattering fragments of frozen water over the stone floor.
Turning to her new adversary by instinct, she was hit hard on the side of her
head by a running punch from Darkmark, followed up by a kick to the stomach so
forceful from the added power of his psionic energy that she went flying up
into the ceiling, slamming into it hard before falling down again
As
Darkmark attempted to strike with the sword once more, she brought her legs up
behind her fast enough to make her roll forwards, leaping to her feet in time
to take a blast of superheated fire-beams, and this time she gave a loud shriek
as she stumbled backwards against a wall, getting up and running as fast as she
could down the nearest passage, bearing a large but minor burn across her white
chest.
The
brown Yoshi sheathed the sword and panted, feeling tired from the sudden
exertion and the masses of energy he had put into every attack. How had she
survived the attack in Corvan, and where was Skafria? Darkmark didn’t care much
for the answers to those, sitting down to recuperate. He was more interested in
why her protection had failed her at that moment in time, but not before then…
Skafria
was just as surprised to see her return with a patch of charred skin on her
chest, wincing in pain. “It’s nothing, I can heal it with my chi… but I-I’m so
weak…” she gasped, “I need food… I haven’t been drinking enough, and they
drained my strength… and that last attack got partway through…”
She
collapsed into his arms, and he tried to hold her up. “Okay, look, there are
Yoshies all around us, surely we can find somebody here to feed from. All we
need is to find someone alone…”
“Yes,
please, I beg of you… I need food, I need blood, please…”
“Okay,
okay.” Skafria replied, hauling her up to support her on his shoulders. Sighing
as he started to walk, he looked back down the corridor towards the chamber
Darkmark was in, saying a silent goodbye in his mind.
Darkmark, don’t take this the wrong way. I’ve not betrayed you… I’m just moving on. Our village has been avenged, and now it’s time for us to take our separate paths in life… perhaps I’ll meet you again, I don’t know…
And if you’re lucky… I’ll be
able to stop her from trying to kill you again…
To
be continued…