The Forsaken Race; Darker Times

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Chapter 5 (v.1) - In The Eyes

Submitted: November 19, 2017

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The afternoon sky was darkened by an oncoming snowstorm, leaving large dark clouds about the open celestial plane.

Below, Timbur was following Leiytning through a forest of tall pine trees. The ground of the forest was covered in a layer of snow, and so were the branches above them. The sparsely fallen leaves and branches were brittle from the cold, and the land was rough and uneven. Neither of the demons seemed bothered by it, though.

As they went on, Timbur couldn't help getting a bad feeling, but forced himself to trust his master. Even so, he could not help asking the question on his mind.

"Storm Gargoyles hate us. How we know this one is trustworthy?"

"Savux has been working with us for ages," Leiytning responded. "Originally, he was seeking to hire someone to rid his people of their corrupt leader, and he found us. During the chaos, a wyvern invasion happened due to the lacking security, threatening his son, and he became an agent for us because Thundur and I went out of our way to help. That was ages ago; he hasn't lied yet, and I don't think he will."

"You put too much faith in outsiders," Timbur muttered. "It's already hurt us once, and I'm afraid that it'll happen again. You really need to be more careful with who you trust, so why not limit it to Zyreans alone; to us?"

Leiytning blankly responded, "It may be risky, but shoving out everyone when there's so little of us is also dangerous. It's just a matter of proper selection. Also, don't be a hypocrite. I've never seen you complain about Leo Ghouls, and you've even recommended helping or using them at times."

"Leo Ghouls don't count," Timbur argued. "They're pretty much our only ally race; they always have been. But if proper selection is everything, then what made you so sure that choosing the sylph was right? All she did was show up on our territory and tell a lie, no different than most other sylphs we've seen."

"That is for me to know."

"So you've said several times before, but-"

"And I will say again; I will not reveal anything until I am absolutely sure that one of our theories is correct. Ever since she first arrived in the Blood Forest, I could tell that there was something off about her. The main reason is that there's some kind of link between her and Kodin."

"Didn't you mention something else?"

"A few others. There's the possibility that she's not originally from Sybilius, there's the possibility that she has ties to...something I'd rather not mention, and a few others."

Timbur merely nodded and the conversation ended. 

Meanwhile, Leiytning's thoughts drifted after remembering what he had 'rather not mention.' It was not that Kita was directly linked to a dark event, the Dragon Age, but it was the suspicion that she was linked to someone else that was a part of it.

This still wasn't good, though. The Dragon Age was a grim time that, though only five moons long, was one of the most horrific, darkest periods in Zyrean history. It had involved Vekull the Conquerer, a legendary monster-person, along with few other famous opponents.

No, it's not the Dragon Age...

Once again, he was trying to link his thought of Kita to the memory of someone else from that time. If there really was a connection he was not seeing, then Kita was linked to someone, who until he was saved, had been there in those darkest hours.

But...it's impossible. She disappeared; more than that, she was proclaimed dead. Maybe it has nothing to do with the Dragon Age, anyways, just something dark in general. Either way, what she heard definitely isn't a lie. She is somehow linked to our kind or history.

As Leiytning tried to bock out any further thoughts of the matter, knowing there would be bad karma for not doing so, but then it struck him

It was all in the eyes. Somewhere in the long history he witnessed, at some point, he knew he had seen the very unusual violet eyes Kita had, but couldn't pinpoint where. It was more than some unusual trait, as well. There was a strange aura that lingered behind them; something different within the soul or mind, maybe even both. 

How is any of what little we 've found connected?

In reality, the trees grew thinner to reveal a snow-covered Griffon's Peak came into view. A cliff stood at the opposite edge of the clearing, with a slanted ledge that's underside was covered in icicles.

A large creature stood on top of this slanted cliff, as well. It was easily eight feet tall, and its appearance consisted of gunmetal-gray skin, huge dragon-like wings, primitive attire, and curved claws on its hands. Two black horns stuck out of the gargoyle's head, as well as ratty white dreadlocks tied in a knot.

Once the creature, Savux by name, spotted Leiytning and Timbur, he extended his huge wings, then leaped off the cliff, landing right in front of the two.

"Tre ok shi ar," Savux spoke. "Tora kishre ir keiaa."

Timbur looked unamused, talking to Leiytning, "You don't speak gargoyle tongue, do you?"

Leiytning's eye narrowed. "Gargoyle tongue is relatively easy, and something you should know by now, according to my analysis of your studies."

Timbur crossed his arms. "My apologies, but I don't find foreign languages to be important. I much prefer the tactic known as 'blade first, questions later.'"

"Typical," Leiytning muttered. "I hope you know that sometimes it's wiser to not start a war. Now, then, you can start catching up by paying attention to the following language. As stated, this one's easy and shared among nearly all that comes from the gargoyle genus, so it's definitely good to know."

Timbur nodded, but as Savux spoke, he instantly became little more than utterly confused. It seemed he never used several letters, mispronounced others, and used some that didn't even exist in any other language.

As for what Savux was truly saying, it was quite simple. "'Greetings, Master Leiytning. It is always a pleasure. Do tell, is not Mistress Thundur supposed to be with you?'"

Timbur only grew more confused about the conversation when Leiytning replied in the same tongue.

"'I'm afraid that Thundur is unavailable for the time being.'"

"'Then who is this small one which follows you?'" Savux inquired.

"This is Timbur,'" Leiytning responded. "'Zyrean beta, my brother and apprentice.'"

Savux bowed his head with respectfully. "'It is always a pleasure to meet friends of friends. Now, I must admit that you have surprised me. It has been some time since you've required my assistance. Why have you summoned me?'"

"'There has been a bit of trouble with the sylphs. After inspecting this, another agent of ours says that she saw a group of Storm Gargoyles passively communicating with a patrol of Aubades. We got curious if you would know anything about this.'"

"'I am sorry, but I have not seen any signs of gargoyles working with sylphs. If there is one thing that other Storm Gargoyles hate more than Zyreans, it is sylphs...At least, I think. It could be vice-versa. I could be wrong just because of my distance from people like our leader and his posse."

"'Based on that, I'll assume Xarin is still being a problem?'"

Savux grunted angrily. "'Not so much a problem as he is simply an annoying thorn in our side. From what I can tell, he hasn't become fully corrupt and seeking war, like the psychopath before him, but things are still hard for anyone outside our tiny noble class. I clearly won't for now, but I wouldn't mind seeing another 'contract' completed, with him being the new target.'"

"'If this rumor turns out true, we may have to,'" Leiytning responded. "'Furthermore, do you think that you would be able to find anything to prove this right or wrong?'"

Savux paused. "...'I think I could inspect our base. If there is any connection between us and the Aubades, it should be somewhere in there.'" He sighed, "'I am unsure if Xarin would go as far as to assign Corelia as an ally, but considering the hate he has for demons or anything that isn't a gargoyle, it all comes down to who he hates more.'"

Leiytning sneered, muttering to himself, "That much isn't surprising."

Unable to understand, Savux continued, "'I will look into this; investigate this rumor as far as limits will take me. But is that all you want, Master Leiytning?'"

"'Yes. Although, you should know that I may assign you a task later on, just to keep this confrontation in the dark.'"

"'Very well.'"

That being said, Savux turned away and extended his wings. He launched himself up to the cliff, continuing through the forest beyond.

Timbur, however, was still completely lost. As far as he could tell, gargoyle language was little more than a mess of confusing phrases and gestures, using short but complex words. Despite it being a direct order to learn, and reassured that it was easy, he could barely stomach the thought of translating it.

He spoke, "Please repeat everything you just said. Sorry, but I have no idea what I just heard."

"Savux says that he hasn't seen anything," Leiytning explained. "But I have him investigating this now. It comes as no surprise, but Xarin could very easily be a ringleader in this dilemma."

Timbur seemed irritated, thinking aloud, "Gargoyles. Sometimes they're alright, sometimes they're plotting our demise. They just need to make up their damn minds."

"Druitt also said that he spotted the sylphs trading with outsiders, or so that's what you told me. Either the gargoyles are behind that too, or, the most likely scenario, there's more than one-"

'GRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!'

A loud roar interrupted them. 

Suddenly, at the edge of the forest, a beast entered the clearing. It was easily eight feet tall, was covered in green scales, and glared at the demons. The beast had six legs, each bearing huge claws on the feet, a mouth full of fangs, a long weaponized tail, and a large blue sail of membrane sticking out of its spine.

Timbur looked on-edge, but not surprised. "Another spinapes? I'm positive that there's a den around here. It's just a matter of time until we find an alpha or master, and that much won't be good."

The spinapes growled angrily, but roared as it suddenly charged at them. Leiytning hastily drew his spear, and one flick made it shift into a golden-white bow. He then pulled the nearly-invisible drawstring back, one arrow manifesting from thin air (and static energy). 

Once he released it, the arrow whistled as it shot, hitting the spinapes right at the base of the neck. The beast cried out and fell to the ground.

"That was oddly easy," Timbur remarked. "Aren't spinapes usually a pain-in-the-ass to fight?"

"This one's younger," said Leiytning. "It hasn't even gotten all its fangs yet, much less have the scales thickened enough to provide the armor-like protection we usually see from them."

Timbur unsheathed his machete. "Well, we should kill it while it's down."

He was about to go finish the spinapes, but Leiytning stopped him. He was confused, but then saw the beast rise to its six feet, and hastily ran back into the pine forest.

Leiytning explained, "If they run, spare them."

Timbur sneered, "Always have to be the guiltless one. Honestly, you slaughter orcs and sylphs, but never a damn animal."

"On the contrary, I've killed plenty of muldarchs and kumodins, and other very hostile beings. However, the majority of beasts attack to survive or defend themselves. They don't deserve to be slaughtered for wanting to live, or just being afraid. Simply give them a warning that we are not their prey."

Timbur rolled his eyes. "What are you; a forest keeper, or maybe half elf? No offense intended, but it still seems a little too sparing."

Leiytning's eye narrowed. "I'd expect a forest purebred to be more sparing of these creatures." He sighed, "Honestly, sometimes I think you've learned nothing since you've become a beta."

"I'm not great, I won't argue," Timbur responded. "But with all due respect, you can compare dead vermin to several dead monsters and warriors as your proof that I've learned something then and now."

"I'm not referring to your combat prowess."

Suddenly, Leiytning's threw up a silver dagger. Timbur flinched, immediately unsheathing his machete and putting the point toward his throat. But, on second glance, he cringed and shunned himself quick, pulling his blade away.

Leiynting sheathed his weapon. "You've improved much since the Extinction Battle, I won't deny that or tell you not to take pride in it. However, there's more to leadership than being more powerful than others. And when I look at you now, all I see is the same short-tempered, irritable, disdainful mindset that's stayed with you ever since then. You never know who to label as an enemy, or when. Using extreme caution like that is a good way to protect yourself and the others, but it could also lead you to destroy the only thing that will help you in a dire situation, or start trouble you can't finish."

Timbur sighed, "Apologies, master."

Leiytning's ear twitched. "Don't start that. And to attempt changing that mindset, you can get this recent lesson in your head. While there are many who will argue, monsters are to be killed without mercy. Beasts should only be killed if necessary."

Timbur gained a sly look. "Keep telling yourself that, and see if you can say it when you're in a master spinapes's jaws. Or Echo's, perhaps?"

"Drag Echo into this, and I'll throw you in his cell," Leiytning retorted.

Timbur shuddered at the mere thought. "Very well."


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