The Forsaken Race; Darker Times

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Chapter 26 (v.1) - Where There Is Thundur...

Submitted: November 28, 2017

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About three slow hours had passed since Zin had been thrown in a prison, and things started to calm down some. As the twins said, no one allowed the recent trouble to interfere with their usual schedule, but it still left a lingering silence. No one took note of it, though.

While others carried on, completing patrols and missions, only four stayed behind. The twins, naturally, were busy trying to find a solution to the problem with Corelia and Zin. Timbur had to be forced to stay behind and rest, even though he was clearly not liking the restraint.

"Why do I have to be the lazy jackass?!" He retorted to the command. "I don't let anyone else get away with that, and being a hypocrite is only for sylphs!"

Of course, he couldn't defy Leiytning when he responded impatiently, "And it's not an everyday occurrence that one of us returns with a near-mutilated arm, broken rib, and countless other wounds. Now shut up; you're not working, or training, in this condition."

Alongside that, Kita stayed behind because she was still troubled by the thought of what all happened that day.

Right now, the door to Kita's chamber was shut tight, and the window blocked by the sheet of plant fibers that would act as a very bad bed. Kita was sitting in the back corner, her knees hugged to her chest as she ran through everything in her mind. 

Though what trouble plagued her seemed unimportant, and a minor detail, she did not get to show her true shock during the frightening haze. Now that things were clear, this was all she could think of doing. The words still ran through her mind, stuck on replay.

"You're not an Aubade."

She gulped nervously, feeling herself shudder at the thought.

Meanwhile, Stud finally acknowledged this and came over to sit beside her. Even then, she refused to say anything, prompting him to say something. He decided to ask the obvious question.

"What's wrong? You've been acting more nervous than a fly in a spider's web."

Kita sighed before responding. "Thing's are still bad with Corelia, and Zin betraying us, but I'm more troubled by what already happened. Everything happened so quickly that I could only make out so many details. To think Leiytning could become something that horrible..."

Stud rolled his eyes and muttered, "I could've told you that."

"But it wasn't him," Kita argued. "It was...Well, in a way, it was him, but not..." She groaned angrily. "Nevermind. It's not that, either, but what Zin told me."

"The childish one?" Stud inquired.  "Did he scare you again?"

Kita sneered, "He did a lot worse than just startle me. He completely betrayed us all; tried to kill Thundur, Leiytning, and Timbur. Had Thundur not woken up when she did, and come to settle things, he might've succeeded."

Stud yawned, showing no interest. "And what did he tell you?"

Kita sighed again. "Something I don't know how to react to. It was Leiytning and Thundur's only likely theory, therefore probably the one that's correct. In other words, he told me that I..." She struggled to get the words out, but eventually forced it. "He said I'm not an Aubade."

This time, Stud jumped to his feet and his eyes grew with fear. He could only do that, though; stare disbelievingly, mouth agape, unsure of what to say or even how to begin. Kita offered no more words.

Now that Stud knew exactly why she'd been acting this way, he started acting the exact same way. They shared this silence until Stud continued to ask yet another obvious question at hand.

"But if you're not an Aubade, then what are you?"

Kita shook her head. "I don't know. I've only ever known myself to be a proud Aubade. Although, now that I've had time to think it over, I'm starting to see that it's not impossible. My father always did try to repress some kind of..." She seemed at a loss for words. "I don't even know what to call it, he just used violence to keep something 'dangerous' under control. Not to mention, I also never knew who, much less what, my mother was."

"You never talked about what happened to her, either," Stud remarked. "At least, not from what I could tell. Just as I couldn't talk in Sybilius, I also couldn't listen very well."

"I never learned," Kita replied. "The only thing I ever learned about her came from my father, which was the obvious fact that she was 'six feet under.' He never said anything about how or why she died, or even who she was."

"But what about the storage area?" Stud inquired. "There must've been plenty of information there."

Kita furrowed her brows, clearly confused. "What storage area?"

"Maybe you never learned..." Stud murmured. He then explained, "Do you remember how sometimes, when you got in trouble, he would take me as part of the punishment?"

Kita clearly didn't like this subject, but nodded in response.

"And you also remember the ever-locked door, just beside his bedroom?"

Again, Kita nodded.

"That locked room is where he put me," Stud explained. "He didn't let me out, either, I had to tunnel through a small hole in the back. The room itself was really a closet where tons of old boxes were stored."

"Did you ever see something useful?" Kita inquired.

"Only one thing," Stud replied. "There was a frame crammed in the corner, and I could see that a lady was in part of it, but I couldn't make out any defining features. In hindsight, she definitely wasn't a sylph, but I don't know anything about what else she would be."

Kita sighed. "Interesting, but it's getting us nowhere."

"Then what else will you do?" Asked Stud. "About this, I mean."

Kita finally stood, stretching a bit. "I don't know if I can do anything. Whatever other blood is in me, it's clear that it's been very repressed. Not just because of my father, but probably from Corelia's lies. After all, I never knew anything about what was out there. Even what looks normal to the Zyreans and other races astounds me because I would've never thought it to even exist."

"What about these Zyreans, though?" Stud suggested. "They have all sorts of magic, right? Maybe they have a trick to tell."

"I really doubt they could help with this," Kita argued. "I doubt they can do much..."

The way she ended the sentence made Stud tilt his head, curious as to why. Eventually, she crossed her arms, clearly thinking to herself. At the same time, she slowly started to gain a grin. Stud approached and nudged her.

"What are you thinking?"

"Maybe the Zyreans can't help," Kita explained. "But there may be hope yet."

That being said, she went over to the stack of journals and pulled out a thick leather-bound one with chipped corners and dented pages. She flipped open to a certain space and pulled out a slightly-dulled piece of chalk. According to the journal, it was something Kodin left behind while experimenting. Kita dropped the journal and eyed it as she thought. At the same time, she offered an explanation to Stud.

"There are clues all over my past. Now, I don't want to make this a priority when I still have to help my friends, out there. Especially when we're still down one warrior. That doesn't mean I can ignore it, either. I just need to remember, even one point a day is enough, and I'll write everything down. I'll keep doing this until I can form an answer."

"That's the spirit!" Stud cheered. "You'll know in no time."

"And who knows?" Kita continued. "If I can find out what I am, then I may be able to bring back a repressed magic ability, or some other useful trait."

Stud shuddered at the thought. "Well...Maybe not all of it will be an improvement."

"There's only one way to tell," Kita remarked. "Now, let's get to work."






Thundur ran her fingers through her black-to-white hair, reflecting some stress. She and Leiytning were both in their bedroom, with Thundur sitting at the edge of the bed and Leiytning standing in front of the worktable, adjusting his prosthetic hand.

What Thundur was doing (using aura magic to repair things in their mind) was usually done while she was inside her spirit altar or the abandoned spirit realm beyond; the Death Realm. However, after being trapped in spirit form for several days, she wanted to stay awake to make up for time lost with her brother.

That didn't mean the damage was very minor. Recoverable, sure, but they were bluffing when saying 'everything is intact and fine.' 

When Thundur finished one task, that detail prompted her to break the lingering silence.

She remarked, "You really screwed things up. In the mind, I mean. Everything in the real world is still as corrupt as ever."

"Yes, I know," Leiytning responded. "But what do you expect? You know I'm not very 'strong-minded.' Without you, Kasan got more powerful. How do you think I lost it so easily?"

Thundur sighed, falling back on the bed. "Fair enough, and suppose I have nowhere to talk. I have control of spiritual matters, but if you were gone for that long, then the real world would've been going to hell...It's the main flaw in our strategy. The other compensates for one's weakness, so together we're unbeatable-"

"But when isolated, we both have our own weaknesses that could easily cost us," Leiytning continued, finishing her sentence. "That should give you a rather clear answer of what happened while you were gone."

Thundur seemed to grow distant, then. Even her following words sounded indirect, just white noise in an otherwise silent atmosphere.

"It's always horrid, unexplainably terrible...Not including recently, only once were we forcefully separated. The second they dragged you off, I had no idea what would happen to either of us. Sure enough, we both faced something that could've only been utter hell." She crossed her arms angrily. "It just kept going until it ended only by a miracle. Maybe now we're not directly in the enemy's hands, but still. I promised myself that I'd never let that happen again, and I won't break it yet. Not to you, not to me, and no one would separate us again."

Leiytning grunted, clearly angered by the thought as he said, "Of all people, Corelia just did. And I'm amazed I didn't lose it a moon ago, with that kind of rage." He nearly growled the words, "See how she likes getting stabbed and left for dead, or how it feels to possibly lose someone so close that they're half of your own damn soul."

"If only she did find out," Thundur muttered. "Leiyt, how did you stay stable? Even I was starting to become hopeless, and not just because I was in the Survival Realm."

Leiytning glared at the name. "The Survival Realm? How did you end up there? It's a form of hell."

Thundur shrugged her shoulders, continuing to stare beyond the roof of the room. "Well, I wasn't completely dead, so it had to be a non-governed realm instead of anything our gods ruled. Besides, let's face facts; maybe half of us are somewhat good, but even spirits can't see beyond 'sadist and whore' and what they've done."

"Still, it's stupid," Leiytning argued. "That's like killing Echo for looking like a beast, or trying to slaughter any Zyrean for what a Rogue did."

"Even if that were true, enough for now," Thundur dismissively spoke. "Answer me; how did you stay stable?"

Leiytning's ear twitched with irritation, but he still offered a response. "Using our usual tricks at first, and delving into magic when it worsened to the point he was manifesting on his own. Seyber helped some, as well, while Shadow Star couldn't bother sacrificing one moment of his worthless afterlife."

"That's one thing normal," Thundur remarked. "Although, that doesn't matter much. The most important thing is that we're both awake, alive, and sane. For now, anyway."

"As I expected," Leiytning remarked.

Thundur sneered, one brow raised. "Really? You were so confident about that?"

"Naturally," Leiytning answered. "Yet I was called crazy for thinking that; irony at its finest. As for how I knew, it's my own version of that promise you mentioned. Just one simple rule that's never given credit." He smirked and winked as he said, "'Where there is thunder, there is lightning.'"

Though she tried to think of it as stupid, mainly because the wordplay was terrible, Thundur was unable to keep her disapproving look and laughed a bit. 

"Stupid," she remarked. "I swear, if you bring up more of those old puns, I will slap you before the day is out."

Though Leiytning retained his negative expression, he didn't stop. "Pun-fortunately, it's a pun-stoppable once it's be-pun."

Thundur started to look unamused. "You're going to be doing this for a while, aren't you?"

"Pun-doubtedly. I have an apundance of them."

"I hate you."

"You're making me pun-comfortable. It's not my fault you're punniless."

Thundur impatiently retorted, "Alright, Zin, I get it! Don't we have other things to talk about? Anything else?"

"Suppose there are more pressing matters," Leiytning responded. 

Thundur finally sat up again. "Exactly. Such as the fact that Corelia is still causing trouble, and we lack any plans."

"A glaring problem," Leiytning agreed. "Even if we try to stop her, she might be able to do what she did to you again. That is, if her experiments were successful, and she gets her hands on a similar weapon."

"Then she has the advantage," Thundur muttered.

"Yes," Leiytning agreed. "Stopping her will be hard, but even if it just means slowing her down, then we'll have to do it. She's ahead of us, meaning a more lethal attack can't be far behind."

"And how do you plan to stop her?" Asked Thundur.

"I don't," Leiytning answered. "Because I have no considerable ideas. Evidently, you could say otherwise."

Thundur seemed unsure. "Honestly, it's still in the generative phase. It's obviously a stupid concept, but I really don't know what other options are available. The way you describe everything makes it sound like we're already in some kind of trap."

"I'll admit that it does have potential, especially after taking everything into consideration. I'm sure that a bit of reasoning is all we would need, but if push does come to shove, you know how to manipulate others."

Thundur sighed again, continuing to contemplate. "Corelia is supposed to meet with Zin in exactly ten hours. That would be the best time to strike, so we'd best get things done quickly, otherwise we'll lose what little time we have."

"Then we are following through with the plan?" Asked Leiytning.

"Obviously," Thundur replied. "Seven warriors is nothing to Corelia. We need a bit of help, in this situation."

"Alright. I pun-derstand."

Thundur only glared. "Shut it, dope."


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