“I didn’t say it was,” Candall replied in defense. “Hence my question. Versing is going too far.”
Siansa raises an eyebrow, “It’s not an if, it’s a line in the stone that was hastily covered over. Brushed away with sand hoping no one would see it for what it was. Your king surely has gone too far… which is why I appalled that he still reigns.”
Reyna walked through the woods, still cooling down from the argument with Marybird. She kicks a small pebble, and it flies into the brush, where Reyna sees a spot where a creature had obviously passed through. She considers for a moment, then goes to follow the trail. Surely, hunting would calm her down, she thought, and she could bring back food for the group as an apology afterwards.
Candall becomes still, and stares coldly at Siasa. “Lassie, look at these old human eyes. Do you think, in all my years, I wouldn’t recognize tyranny? Yer preaching to the choir. Me own friend died in front of me, torn apart by wolves. I’m not ignorant to terror. The world is all too wicked, all too torn apart for me to not understand. I know all too well the evil of Versing.”
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“The world only becomes more terrifying with clearer understanding,” Ernesto quietly Replied, as he watched the fuzzy outlines of strange, ethereal beings walking past them to places unknown.
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Siansa looks at him, “Then it’s a recurring problem.”
She walks away leading the two horses she’s leading by the reigns with her.
“Yes,” Marybird says in reply for her spouse. “Hence why I am so 'gainst spilling more blood. It cries from the land, both victim and villain. Will the blood of Versing, or Bloodfang, really satisfy the lost voices? Or will they keep on cry’n? Perhaps the best way to silence them is to bring peace to the living.”
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“A noble disposition to have, but one that I cannot share. The sickness of foul Bloodfang extends far beyond the material realm that you and your husband occupy. I must root out the source of this madness as a farmer does a weed. Only then may I slumber.”
Oire nods and sighs.
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“So the death of Lord Bloodfang is your lullaby?” Marybird begins to slowly bring out a note with her violin bow.
Then I sing upon this lullaby,
strung by Bloodfang’s dulcet pause,
in hopes it may edify
Hear this cause, hear this cause, hear this cause!
Your rest is nigh.
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“I’m not sure it’s that simple,” Ernesto replied, quickly steeping out of the way for one of the thousands of shadowy beings walking away from their destination.
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“Oh, I know,” Marybird says. “The words at first sound too easy. Dwell on them. Keep singing the song dozens and dozens of times. They start to change 'round meanings.”
“So where exactly are you leaving from?” Ernesto inquired, stopping in front of two of the creatures.
“He wouldn’t understand,” said the leftmost figure to the other.
“How do I put this?” Said the other, attempting to find words that Ernesto would understand,“We are Pilgrims.”
“Pilgrims? What sort?” Asked Ernesto.
“I told you he wouldn’t understand,” growled the spirit on the left.
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Envarus scoffs at this. “If any king were truly divinely appointed then whatever Gods may have done so must enjoy suffering. The closest I have seen to divine governance was in the holy dynasty and the corruption there was spreading through the ranks. Almost all the way to the angels.”
He then gets somewhat irritated trying to see the stars through the trees. “I’m going to get a clearr look.” He says, using the magic of the Eagle to fly upward.
“Maybe it’s beyond our understanding?” Candall asks. “Maybe the divines know better than we?”
“So the divines saw evil in the peaceful Starwalkers, but appoint such as Bloodfang or Versing as such just rulers?” Envarus calls from the treetops. “To say that they are divinely appointed is to say that such slaughter is divinely appointed as well. In which case, why are you fighting Bloodfang?”
“Because he does the things you have said,” Candall replies. “You are right. These men are could not divinely appointed. Versing contradicts everything the Tuatha De Denaan teaches. He is more like a Fomorian!”
“Are you walking to something or from something?” Ernesto tried to ask, but was ignored as the two creatures walked past him.
On the other side of the Country, Xaio and Geal were walking on foot. With the Starwalker having the lead and Geal behind him.
Xaio wasn’t much of a talker, so he didn’t think about opening a conversation with Geal. Not that he was rude or disrespectful, he was a being of short but powerful words, that let his action speak even louder than his words did.
Geal, on the other hand, was thinking about the place. He swore he would never come here, not after his wife died, he also swore he would never turn in his human form again…
“This place was once great…” Geal said, with a bit of pain and sympathy.
“Indeed, it was.” Xaio agrees.
Geal glanced at Xaio down. “Why are you doing this?” He asked.
“I beg your pardon?” Xaio glanced at him with a sly look.
“Why do you serve Lord Bloodfang?” He asked. “What did he give or promise to you in return for your servitude?”
Xaio glanced forward. “I was one of the lucky ones to survive the Isotixian Raid.” He spoke. “I call those the Dark Times.” He said.
“So you are one of them too…” Geal looked at the sky, his Wife was also a refuge.
“Mhm.” Xaio hummed. “Lord Bloodfang promised me, he will bring the Starwalker Tribe to justice by killing the High King Versing.” He said. “And to pay me for my servitude, he will help in rebuilding what once was.”
“I see…” Geal said, wondering if that was Siansa’s goal too. He didn’t know why she joined, but he needs to find it out.
Xaio with his Celestial Vision glanced up in the sky and saw the Constellation of the Eagle. “This way.” Xaio motioned for him to follow as he walked towards east-Nord.
“Do these stars tell you a path?” Geal asked.
“Yes, they do,” Xaio confirms.
As our Heroes walked, the place wasn’t much sightseeing. The only beautiful thing about the Tribe was the Forest the Starwalkers once lived in. But anyone could tell that the place was just now a mere shadow of what it once was.
The Eagle Constellation would continue to lead Siansa and Envarus, as it suddenly changed into something else. They would see a Wolf up in the sky, the manifestation of one such Wolf was that of Lightning, as it showed the continuous path towards the Thunderstorm Bow.
If not for Will, Amelia wouldn’t realize she wasn’t much in her area of expertise so she decided to let Siansa take the lead for once, because she was more likely going to bring them to their goal, faster than Amelia could.
Will silently walked towards Siansa and nudged his elbow against hers. “I knew somehow that Vision could become useful…” He teasingly remarks.
He wouldn’t be entirely ignored. “I can’t hear anything coming towards us,” Leandro said to Ernesto. “Which means that we are more likely walking towards something.”
“That something being the magical crackling lightning summoner and weather controller bow…” Norag remarks.
“I forget sometimes how little you can see,” Ernesto flatly answered.