Cursed
Yoshi
Chapter 79 = The Birds and the Butterflies
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.
Walking
around on her own, Yoshata found herself at the entrance to the aerie, a
thousand feet above the ground, overlooking a massive valley between the
mountain she was on and the next one over. The snow was lighter than before and
she could see a fair distance, though the cloud did eventually obstruct the
view of the seemingly endless mountaintops.
Turning
around, she saw the same dark blue Yoshi that had helped them before walking in
from the aerie entrance, pushing aside the heavy fur hangings designed to try
and stop the cold getting in. He still had his spear but was now wearing a
thick leather gauntlet about his left hand, and greeted her as he stood on the
edge of the overhang just above the sheer drop back to the ground.
“As
much as I hate the winter, the snow always makes everything look so serene…” he
mused, casting his eye across the view. “Just goes to show how something so
pretty can be so deadly…”
She
nodded. “It doesn’t bother me so much, but it’s such a horrid season that most
creatures just sleep through it…”
“Ah,
if only I could do that.” Karva murmured. “It’d be so much easier…”
Silence
held for a moment, before he looked up to the sky, scanning for something.
Apparently finding nothing, he turned his attention back to her. “Life is hard
out here, but we can’t give up… some day we will be rewarded, either in my
lifetime, or someone else’s…”
Looking
up again, he apparently saw something and held out his left arm in front of
him. Yoshata looked up to try and see what he had noticed, but before she could
a large eagle soared down from the side and perched on Karva’s arm, digging its
talons into the gauntlet. It had something tied around its leg, and he removed
it with care before lifting up one of his wings to take a bit of food out of
his saddlebags, giving it to the eagle, who took it graciously and flew off
again, leaving a single feather behind.
Unfolding
the message he had recovered, Karva scanned it quickly, his melancholy frown
turning into a smile as he did so. “News from the leader… he’s been successful,
and he’s bringing us back enough food to last us another month, if we stretch
it a bit. It’ll take him awhile to get here, but in this kind of weather he
won’t need to worry about it spoiling, that’s for sure…”
He
folded up the note and tucked it inside his saddlebags before going inside,
stopping just behind the fur hangings where it was marginally warmer. Yoshata
held back a moment to pick up the feather the eagle had left behind, before
following him, looking at the markings on it as she did so.
“The
birds are our friends and allies…” Karva explained, hanging his gauntlet up on
a hook embedded in the wall. “We share food and living space with them, and in
return, they act as our messengers and warn us of any predators coming our way
that our scouts may not see.”
Yoshata
turned the feather over, careful not to break apart the locked fibres that made
it virtually waterproof. “Surely it’s too cold for them at this time of the
year?”
“Yes,
but when we venture out beyond the aerie, we’ll take a bird or two with us to
send back if we need to. We used to keep bees, too, back when we lived on the
ground… but that was a while ago. I miss those times… the sweet taste of fresh
honey, fruits picked straight from the trees we grew them on… we can’t have any
of that now… for a while we tried to get some from the anthros, but then they
too were pushed further from the inhabited lands…”
He
sighed, expelling a stream of breath from his nostrils, watching it condense in
the air. “The leader had a daughter a long time ago, and she visited the
anthros, eventually falling in love with one of them. I don’t know if she’s
still alive or not, but she was there when they were attacked, and we haven’t
heard from her since… perhaps, in the spring, I shall go see if I can find
where the anthros are now, and how they are faring, locked firmly to the
ground, unlike us…”
Turning
to leave, he forced a small smile. “But now that the saviour has arrived,
surely all will be set right…”
Darkmark
had stayed indoors, exploring the network of tunnels and caverns, taking a look
inside each to find out what they contained. Most were bedrooms, but there were
food storage rooms, a room with a hole in the ceiling that snow and light
filtered through, presumably used to grow plants in given that the floor was
coated in dirt, a room containing spears much like Karva’s, and a room full of
various tools used for digging deeper into the mountain. Light was provided
further down by torches on the walls, but Darkmark found it easier to hold up a
light ball, since the torches didn’t provide much illumination and Karlo-Shin’s
sword didn’t provide that much illumination right now…
Finding
an end to the path he was taking, he doubled back and took another, stumbling
upon a comparatively large chamber well lit by candles and torches. Apparently
a place of worship, there was a blueish-purple winged Yoshi wearing an
Octothesian scarf knelt between an altar and a small shrine carved into the
wall, containing statuettes of all the seven Light gods, plus Klashkna.
Whispering under her breath in Yoshian, the Yoshi prayed aloud, though Darkmark
could only hear snippets of what she was praying for – food for the aerie, a
short winter, freedom from the threat of the humans – all things that they
should have had, but didn’t, through no fault of their own…
“Khílhóren
ohn kayín ki.” Darkmark said softly, putting a
hand on the Yoshi’s shoulder. She started abruptly, but stood slowly, moving
her hand across her chest in symbolism of the emblem of Octotheism, before putting
a hand on his chest to bless him.
“Welcome,
my friend.” She said, drawing her hand back. “May the gods be with you on this
day. What can I help with?”
“Do
you have a copy of the Fayen?” Darkmark
asked.
“But
of course.” She replied, turning to the shrine behind her and taking the thick
book from a shelf near the bottom. The leather cover was showing signs of age
further mitigated by the cold, but despite that it looked well cared-for, and
the golden Yoshian letters engraved on the cover seemed as bright as if they
were new.
He
took the holy book from her and placed it gently on the altar, gingerly opening
it as he scanned the pages for the answer to a question that had been plaguing
him for a long time – what was the Marble Altar he had heard of, and the legend
behind it?
He
couldn’t find it in the largest part of the holy book, the legends of the Gods
and Saviours, and skipped past the Commandments and Rituals, stopping in the
part before the Prayers, in the section of various Octhotheist Lore, scanning
the cut-vaell pages as fast as he could for any mention of it.
“Are
you a traveller?” She asked as he searched, her breath condensing in the
freezing air.
“Yes,
I’m just passing by. A winged one named Karva saved me.”
She
smiled gently as he continued to turn the pages. “I know him, he’s a good
friend of our leader. He rambles a lot, but he hasn’t had anyone to talk to
since his family died, so he’s lonely… my own husband died too, when the humans
came, protecting my daughter. She escaped, but he was surrounded and killed…”
Darkmark
paused momentarily, looking over to her. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
She
smiled anyway, brushing away the faintest trace of a tear at the corner of her
eye. “It’s okay, I still have her… she’s a handful, but most Yoshi kids are, so
bubbly and hyperactive… but that’s what makes them so much fun to raise.
Butterfly, I called her… when she hatched, I didn’t have a name ready, but when
I took her outside she always used to be fascinated by the butterflies,
watching them flit by, and she’d run around chasing them until they flew away…
those days are gone now, and she just sits in her room huddled under her
blankets, painting on whatever vaell she can get her hands on to pass the time
and take her mind off of her hunger…”
Darkmark
gritted his teeth as he read onwards, an internal conflict raging within him;
he was supposed to be evil now, a Dark-God-to-be, but he felt pity for these
winged Yoshies, and he dearly longed to help them…
I can do both, he thought, I can use whatever powers Karlo-Shin
will bestow on me to force the humans away so that the winged ones can return
to the lands they used to live on… like Vachez said, it’s not what the
followers of the darkness wanted that was so bad, just that they took innocent
lives to do so…
Out
of the corner of his eye, he spotted the words ‘Marble Altar’, and backtracked
to the start of the story. Apparently the Marble Altar had been made by Eirsir
to bring himself back if he died whilst on the mortal plane, but it turned out
that he didn’t need to do that as even if he were killed, his godly powers
would save him from being kept in the afterlife forever. However, it was known
that it was possible to bring someone back from the afterlife, and the rumour
circulated, though the exact location of the altar and the temple it was in
were lost in the mists of time. According to the legend, only a true follower
of the light with a pure heart could use the altar to ascend the path to the
afterlife in such a way as to be able to come back again, ‘whilst curtains of
light hang in the sky and a trail of colours spirals up to the stars…’
Seeing
what he was reading, the priestess piped up, “Have you, too, lost someone that
you love?”
“Yes.”
Darkmark murmured. “Twice now my heart has been torn asunder by the death of a
true love, and I seek like anyone in this situation for some way to talk to
them, some way to bring them back…”
“I
wish you luck, then.” She said, stepping back a little. “Nobody has found it
yet, and it’s been millennia since Eirsir created us, setting us free onto the
lush, green lands of Chyrus…”
Darkmark
shook his head. “Where did it all go wrong?”
“With
the Lord of Darkness.” Came the reply. “In his blind lust for supremacy, all of
the gods were drained of their power and we were sentenced to live under the
rule of the humans… ‘tis a lesson for all of us not to thirst for dominance,
excessive power… or anything in excess, for that matter…”
Darkmark
remained silent. Yes, he was trying to obtain power too… but for a different
cause; to help his fellow Yoshies… and he wasn’t killing innocent people to do
it…
I can right the mistakes other people have made. They weren’t my fault, but I live with the consequences, and I can use any means necessary to undo what has been done…
“May
the gods be with you.” The priestess called out as he turned to leave.
To
be continued…