Cursed Yoshi
Chapter 98 = Saved from
destruction
Disclaimer: 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.
32nd of Eira, CD 2156; Somewhere in the Crelata
Forests
Another day was going by and
still Darkmark had found no signs of any sort that might have indicated Mitski’s passage, or where the Marble Altar was. Just after
mid-day he heard Karlo-Shin’s voice in his head
again, muffled and distant, until he took out the Dark Octagram and held the
black gem upwards.
What in the gods’ names are you doing?
“I’m looking for something…”
That doesn’t matter. Come back to me. This is
urgent.
“This is important too, to
me.”
Listen. I have something extremely important to
tell you and I can’t do it via this telepathic link. You absolutely must come
back to the ruins and visit me in person.
“But I’m-”
This concerns the fate of Chyrus! Nothing you
are looking for could outweigh it.
“Even the ability to bring
back the dead?”
What? …oh, the Marble Altar.
“How did you-”
Simple, really, I have seen Mitski
find it in my visions, and I have touched your mind through this link.
Regardless, it’s not there any more.
“What do you mean, ‘not
there’?”
The altar and the structure containing it are
both chaotic. They have to be connected to Chaos in order to be able to connect
to the afterlife, too. Eirsir created it originally
just in case he was felled in his mortal form, but it turns out he didn’t need
it. Still, it moves from time to time.
“Can you tell me where it
is?”
Maybe. Just come and see me.
“Fine. I’ll have to walk
out of the forests though, I haven’t seen a clearing
since I entered.”
That’s fine, just get
on your way back here. Head south as you do, it’ll be quicker once you get out.
Darkmark put the Octagram
away and turned on his heel, pausing for a moment to figure out which way was
south-east with his compass, and started heading that way, going once more
through the maze of trees.
“Attention, please.”
The main inner hall of the
Assassin’s Guild had a balcony ringing the perimeter with access to the offices
of the higher-ranked employees, and Tsi-Lau was
currently standing at the edge of the balcony, leaning over the railing as the
rest of the guild assembled below her, as mixed in race as it was in skill.
“Many of you will probably
have noticed the increased guard activity recently. Our spies report that an
attack is expected from the east by the Yoshian army and that the
Taking a breath and letting
her words sink in, Tsi-Lau prepared to say the meat
of her announcement. It had been a tough decision, and she was dismayed to
receive the information that morning. The guild as a whole had to be united,
and for that an allegiance would have to be declared… but who to? The city was
closer to Yoshian lands but had a sizeable human population, and Tsi-Lau couldn’t show bias on the basis of her own race…
“As the leader of the
Assassin’s Guild in Corvan, I declare that in any
upcoming conflict… we will maintain a neutral position.”
Nothing else she could have
said could possibly have provoked such a sudden reaction. Immediately almost
everyone began to shout and argue, and Tsi-Lau used a
spell to amplify her voice so she could be heard. “ATTENTION, PLEASE.”
Allowing a moment for order
to restore itself, she spoke again. “The guild will officially remain uninvolved
in the battle. We will not aid either side on a professional level unless
attacked. If you disagree with this decision then you are perfectly free to
leave and never return; otherwise, we will fortify this structure and wait out
any hostilities.”
Almost immediately the
arguing started again, but Tsi-Lau turned on her
heels and put her back to the crowd, before making a brief hand gesture and
teleporting back to her room in a cloud of smoke.
“There… it’s done.” She said,
striding over to the enormous cushion where Skafria
lay, holding the egg against his chest.
“I heard the reaction from
over here.” He said, chuckling and handing over the egg. “But in all
seriousness you did the right thing.”
Nodding, then ran her hands
over the eggshell, sighing. “I made the choice and I, at least, plan to stick
to it. I expect most of the lower levels to desert and possibly a few of the
higher ones, but I believe that they will eventually see the wisdom in my
decision.”
“And afterwards?”
“Hah…” She mumbled, picking
up the egg and putting it in her lap. “That depends who wins.”
Somewhere in the Crelata Forests
“I really, really hate this
place.”
Darkmark had taken out his
sword and was hacking through any thorny plants that blocked his path, his
patience with the entire forest run out. He’d had enough of the enormous trees
that prevented him just flying out, the annoying clingy plants that pricked his
legs, the burrs that stuck to his saddlebags, and the eternal uneasiness of the
silence. Any sound, from bird calls to leaves rustling, was welcome in his
opinion even though he ignored them, and it took him a few moments to fully
comprehend the screams and shouts coming from up ahead when things started to
get dark.
Rushing forwards, he
identified some of the voices as Yoshian from the language, with battle cries,
screams and curses in both Yoshian and the common tongue cutting through the
air. Slashing through any foliage that dared to hinder his progress, he
eventually stumbled upon a battle taking place between the ferals
he had met earlier and some fighters who looked to be somewhere between
soldiers and mere mercenaries.
Apparently in the middle of
moving, dropped bags of supplies and rolled-up tents littered the area, but the
ferals were having moderate success at fending off
their attackers, presumably bounty hunters, with casualties both conscious and
unmoving being dragged away from the conflict. Darkmark swore to himself but
turned around and tried to sneak up on the attackers, a small group but
effectively trained and doing well in their tactics.
The first one was quite
surprised as the silver, glowing sword plunged through him from behind, slicing
upwards in a killing slash, but his cut-off cry attracted the attention of the
others who divided their attention, several coming to fend off the new, better
equipped opponent.
Even for Darkmark there were
too many, especially with the trees and plants impeding his movement, and he
tried to head into the mass of ferals while trying
not to get impaled on a spear or struck by an arrow. Parrying a slash from the
nearest human, he tried to run him through but his sword was turned by a
concealed coat of chainmail, and Darkmark was nearly cut on the arm by a counterslash and an accompanying thrust by another of the
bounty hunters.
With simple clothing on the
outside covering up their armour they looked easy enough to beat, but as the
brown Yoshi had just discovered they were more than met the eye, and he drew
back, one of the other ferals nearby firing and
missing with a bow. Hoping dearly that his subconscious powers would kick in,
he raised his free hand and made a swift motion, focusing his energy to his
fingertips where it manifested into a single bolt of energy and struck the
nearest assailant, knocking him over against a tree, where he stayed. However, two
others came forward to take his place and Darkmark cursed again, sheathing his
sword.
Lunging for the closest, he
grabbed a handful of his shirt and rushed another one of the bounty hunters,
missing as his target dodged and slamming the one he had grabbed into a tree,
winding him. Momentarily stunned, Darkmark barely evaded another slash,
stepping back to avoid a follow-up and walking directly into the grip of
another human behind him, who put his arm around Darkmark’s
neck and raised his sword to attack. Quickly, Darkmark leapt backwards hoping
to hit another tree, instead managing to miss entirely and stumbling, falling
onto his attacker.
Rolling to the side as he was
freed from the strong grip, Darkmark sprung to his feet and lashed out, his
fist enveloped in energy that discharged when it hit the human’s chest, surging
through him and knocking him out. An arrow whizzed past his head and struck the
neck of another who had been about to attack him, and taking a brief look
around, Darkmark could see that the ferals were
finally winning through strength in numbers.
However, he heard a scream
from behind him and turned abruptly; a sky-blue feral was backed up against a
tree, the same one he had shared a tent with two days ago, about to be killed
by a human raising a broadsword high for the finishing stroke. Immediately Darkmark leaped forwards, feeling a twinge of pain as an
arrow went through one of his wings, stumbling over a tree root but still
managing to get enough footing to draw his sword and raise it, intercepting the
attack with a metallic clang before he fell to the ground in between the two,
the human’s sword a mere inch from the face of the feral.
Both seemed shocked but the
feral was first to react and grabbed a knife lying on the ground nearby,
presumably hers, and leaped upwards from a kneeling position to jam the blade
into the human’s throat, ripping it out as he gurgled and fell to the ground.
Darkmark stood and prepared to help again, but the attackers had either been
defeated or were running away, and the survivors were cheering and firing a
last volley of arrows at the retreating targets, all of them striking the
surrounding trees.
As calm slowly came over the
group, the panting brown Yoshi heard a voice from beside him. “You…” The sky-blue feral murmured, turning to Darkmark. “You… you
saved my life.”
Some of the other ferals who Darkmark had passed in the battle were looking
at him, as well as the cloaked chieftain who was striding over, directing the
others to help the injured. “You came to our rescue at just the right time.” He
said, nodding to Darkmark. “We might well have won without your help but we
would have suffered more casualties… thank you.”
“It was nothing.” Darkmark
muttered. “I just happened to be coming this way when I found you.”
“If you say so,” The leader
replied, breathing heavily from the recent exertion. “It’s not safe anywhere
any more… we hoped to head south to where the forest is thicker, but we only
got this far.”
Sighing and shaking his head,
Darkmark sheathed his weapon. “It’s not safe anywhere any more…” he
repeated, bringing his injured wing forward to heal it.
“Please, uhm…”
The female feral said, catching his attention. “Please, come with us… just…
just for one night.”
“But I-”
She looked at him with
pleading eyes, clinging onto his arm in a manner Darkmark never expected of a
feral. “Please… one night… just one night…”
“…Very well.” He said,
caving. “I’m heading southwards anyways…”
Already the feral group was
getting ready to move again, picking up the dropped supplies, most of which
were carried on sheets or tied to sticks so as to be carried between two
people. This kind of attack seemed to be something of a regular occurrence, and
Darkmark clenched his fists as he headed to the group, doing his best to help
those with minor injuries.
Everywhere I go… he thought to himself, it’s always the same… death and
desperation… barely surviving…
But if it’s going to change, I’m going to have
to make it happen…
To be continued…