Post by Nick L. on Apr 9, 2012 15:27:54 GMT -5
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Chapter 15
The three of them reached Golem late that night. Tamera and Robert had traded off driving the carriage a few more times, moving much faster on their travel home. Chirrah spent most of the time sitting in the back of the carriage quietly. He didn’t say much else to Tamera. After both of their moments of insecurity, they both felt as if they had nothing else to say. Both of them would reach for things to discuss, but in reality they didn’t know much else about each other. Plus they both grew tired from the day’s events as well as the long travel.
Chirrah took a brief nap, lying on the wooden floorboards. It was rather uncomfortable but he didn’t care much. While sleeping he had a brief image appear in his mind that shook him from his light slumber. A quick image of a burning castle appeared in his mind. A thick plume of smoke billowing from the roof and out the windows, and the sounds of people screaming could be heard along with the image. He jolted out of his sleep and quickly sat up, breathing heavily.
“Jewelton…” He said under his breath. He saw that they were back in Golem, and were approaching The Spilled Goblet. He sighed and rubbed his head, his hands and head still covered in dragon blood. The blood was dried and leaving his skin a dull reddish-pink color.
“Jewelton... What about it?” Robert asked. He was back in the carriage. Chirrah looked up at him. “Nothing… just a nightmare… I think.” Chirrah said. Robert shrugged. “I think many would agree with you there… anyway we’re almost back to the bar. Don’t worry about helping us unload. You need a bath and real rest. You saved our homeland from a dragon; you shouldn’t have to do the menial labor too.” Robert said. Chirrah shrugged and nodded. Robert was a person who, once he got into a mindset, couldn’t be talked out of it. If he tried to resist and help anyway, Robert would just get in his way and stop him from helping unload. He was stubborn in that way, although Chirrah could be just as stubborn sometimes.
Chirrah hopped off the carriage as it pulled between the bar and another building. He headed inside as Robert parked the carriage, Tamera hopping down and getting the horses unhitched. He did as Robert asked, and went upstairs to wash up after the difficult encounter. He strangely didn’t feel tired anymore. After his terrible stomach pain, he realized that when Primids overextend themselves and become mortal, they feel things like hunger. He had never felt hungry in his life, eating because the time said it was time to eat. So once he spent all his Sola, he felt the terrible pain that had long since evaded him. Thus it became clear that even though he didn’t need to, he should always eat, like Tamera and Robert do, to avoid the same problem that occurred when he finished fighting the dragon. He had eaten on the carriage ride, but he wasn’t tired. He knew what tired felt like, but the nap he had on the cart felt like enough, plus with Sola healing his wounds, he didn’t feel sore either.
The waters of the bathtub once again turned a hazy color from his scrubbing, this time bright pink. The whole time he thought about what Riache had said, and what Tamera had said. The two of them played in his mind at the same time. Riache wants him to slay the evil that exists in this world, to keep mortals safe, and Tamera saying that we can only make things better for the future. He could do both of these things in the plan he was forming in his head, although he was reserved to carry out his plan. It would mean returning to a place he never wanted to visit again, his home of Jewelton. He finished his bath and was drying himself, looking into the mirror. He noticed how his body had taken a more defined shape. He no longer looked emancipated, like he did when he first arrived at The Spilled Goblet. His torso had beefed up with muscle, and his arms were more toned than they had before. It seemed his body was recovering physically as well, if not gaining more than he had when he was in normal health. He was never as lean looking as he was now. He had lightly defined abs now, and his arms no longer looked like limp branches.
It was also possible that attaining Riache’s Sola made him physically stronger as well. He overall looked healthier now. His medallion sat on the sink counter. He looked at it and palmed it in his hand. He raised it closer to his face as he looked over the intricate carvings in the silver. He thought about how this little circle of silver had changed his life so dramatically, and not only in positive ways. He remembered being a young child growing up, having the older kids make fun of him for keeping the medallion. They had called it ugly and poor people’s personal affects. A few times he had wanted to destroy it, being sick and tired of being ridiculed for keeping such an item. After his mother’s death he became more withdrawn. The mocking of the other kids no longer reached him. He sooner got into fights with them, rather than trying to take the more diplomatic route.
Looking back, none of their mocking mattered to him. He could always feel an attachment to the medallion, though he’d never consider why. Now that everything had been explained to him, he knew that this was his true calling. He put the medallion around his neck, and went into the bedroom to get changed. On his bed he found a large rectangular box sitting on his bed. He furrowed his brow and thought of how odd it was, that he had a package on his bed.
“Robert! Did you put anything in my room?” He called out the door. Robert yelled back a moment later. “Nah, I haven’t even been upstairs yet!” Chirrah turned back to the box, walking closer to it. Something was written on top of the box. It read “Every knight wears a uniform… R.” Chirrah wondered when Riache had been to the bar. It must have been some time after they left for Mount Vernin. Chirrah felt it was too kind of him to give him so much. Information, a sword, his freedom, and Riache’s own strength were presents given to Chirrah. Chirrah lifted the top of the box. Inside was a set of white cloth armor. The material was soft and was thin, like street clothes. At first it seemed like improper battle material, until he realized that the material was impossibly strong, after a couple tugs he found that the fabric did not give an inch.
The armor was made up of a white coat with buttons down the side, and black seams. The coat had a matching set of pants with a similar black seam. It also had a black shirt like the one he had previously stained with blood, but this one was made of the same extremely tough, yet loving material. He found that the clothes fit him perfectly, almost like it was crafted to fit him comfortably. The uniform also had a patch on the front left side of the coat. It was a coat of arms. The outline of the patch was black, with white inside, and the logo in the center was the sun, with a bird flying in the center of it. It was likely meant to represent a phoenix.
Chirrah left his bedroom and headed downstairs. He could already hear commotion of people inside the bar as he headed down. It seemed that the people were growing anxious without their favorite bar being open. The people sounded a bit panicked though. They were all talking very loudly and he could tell by looking at them that they were looking shaken. Chirrah headed for the bar, where Robert was talking to a group of people. When he saw Chirrah, he moved over to where he was.
“Chirrah, we’ve got a problem. These people are saying that Nex was in Golem the day before. He came here with soldiers and was trying to beat answers out of people… he’s looking for us, Chirrah.” Robert said. Chirrah’s eyes opened wide.
“Did they say anything?” Chirrah asked. Robert shook his head. “No, people in Golem stick together and don’t sell each other out, but some merchants said they saw him and his troops heading back to Castle Jewelton yesterday. People are growing more anxious about the castle. They’re hearing talk about the king’s army being released soon to cause trouble for the towns surrounding it; Hien, Yim, Capital, and… here.” Robert said. Chirrah clenched his fists. He knew where Nex was, and was more motivated than ever to carry out his plan. He turned from Robert and stormed towards the front door, moving out of the way of customers. Robert furrowed his brow and followed Chirrah. He pushed people aside and caught up to Chirrah as they both reached the front door, which was open.
“Chirrah, where the hell are you going?” Robert asked, putting his hand on Chirrah’s shoulder. Chirrah turned towards him, looking at him with his eyes ablaze in anger. “I’m going to do my job, and vanquish evil from this world…” Chirrah said through his teeth. Robert shook his head.
“Don’t do anything stupid; don’t keep us in the dark! You’re strong, but even a Primid can’t take down an entire army by himself.” Robert said. Chirrah looked at him straight, then turned towards the road.
“I’m not going to.” Chirrah said flatly, and then walked away from Robert, Robert’s hand coming off of him. Chirrah walked out of the bar and onto the street. “Chirrah!” Robert called. Chirrah turned around one last time. “G… good luck…” Robert said. Chirrah nodded, and then turned towards the road. He took a step on his fully charged Sola and took off down the road at high speed.
Chapter 15
The three of them reached Golem late that night. Tamera and Robert had traded off driving the carriage a few more times, moving much faster on their travel home. Chirrah spent most of the time sitting in the back of the carriage quietly. He didn’t say much else to Tamera. After both of their moments of insecurity, they both felt as if they had nothing else to say. Both of them would reach for things to discuss, but in reality they didn’t know much else about each other. Plus they both grew tired from the day’s events as well as the long travel.
Chirrah took a brief nap, lying on the wooden floorboards. It was rather uncomfortable but he didn’t care much. While sleeping he had a brief image appear in his mind that shook him from his light slumber. A quick image of a burning castle appeared in his mind. A thick plume of smoke billowing from the roof and out the windows, and the sounds of people screaming could be heard along with the image. He jolted out of his sleep and quickly sat up, breathing heavily.
“Jewelton…” He said under his breath. He saw that they were back in Golem, and were approaching The Spilled Goblet. He sighed and rubbed his head, his hands and head still covered in dragon blood. The blood was dried and leaving his skin a dull reddish-pink color.
“Jewelton... What about it?” Robert asked. He was back in the carriage. Chirrah looked up at him. “Nothing… just a nightmare… I think.” Chirrah said. Robert shrugged. “I think many would agree with you there… anyway we’re almost back to the bar. Don’t worry about helping us unload. You need a bath and real rest. You saved our homeland from a dragon; you shouldn’t have to do the menial labor too.” Robert said. Chirrah shrugged and nodded. Robert was a person who, once he got into a mindset, couldn’t be talked out of it. If he tried to resist and help anyway, Robert would just get in his way and stop him from helping unload. He was stubborn in that way, although Chirrah could be just as stubborn sometimes.
Chirrah hopped off the carriage as it pulled between the bar and another building. He headed inside as Robert parked the carriage, Tamera hopping down and getting the horses unhitched. He did as Robert asked, and went upstairs to wash up after the difficult encounter. He strangely didn’t feel tired anymore. After his terrible stomach pain, he realized that when Primids overextend themselves and become mortal, they feel things like hunger. He had never felt hungry in his life, eating because the time said it was time to eat. So once he spent all his Sola, he felt the terrible pain that had long since evaded him. Thus it became clear that even though he didn’t need to, he should always eat, like Tamera and Robert do, to avoid the same problem that occurred when he finished fighting the dragon. He had eaten on the carriage ride, but he wasn’t tired. He knew what tired felt like, but the nap he had on the cart felt like enough, plus with Sola healing his wounds, he didn’t feel sore either.
The waters of the bathtub once again turned a hazy color from his scrubbing, this time bright pink. The whole time he thought about what Riache had said, and what Tamera had said. The two of them played in his mind at the same time. Riache wants him to slay the evil that exists in this world, to keep mortals safe, and Tamera saying that we can only make things better for the future. He could do both of these things in the plan he was forming in his head, although he was reserved to carry out his plan. It would mean returning to a place he never wanted to visit again, his home of Jewelton. He finished his bath and was drying himself, looking into the mirror. He noticed how his body had taken a more defined shape. He no longer looked emancipated, like he did when he first arrived at The Spilled Goblet. His torso had beefed up with muscle, and his arms were more toned than they had before. It seemed his body was recovering physically as well, if not gaining more than he had when he was in normal health. He was never as lean looking as he was now. He had lightly defined abs now, and his arms no longer looked like limp branches.
It was also possible that attaining Riache’s Sola made him physically stronger as well. He overall looked healthier now. His medallion sat on the sink counter. He looked at it and palmed it in his hand. He raised it closer to his face as he looked over the intricate carvings in the silver. He thought about how this little circle of silver had changed his life so dramatically, and not only in positive ways. He remembered being a young child growing up, having the older kids make fun of him for keeping the medallion. They had called it ugly and poor people’s personal affects. A few times he had wanted to destroy it, being sick and tired of being ridiculed for keeping such an item. After his mother’s death he became more withdrawn. The mocking of the other kids no longer reached him. He sooner got into fights with them, rather than trying to take the more diplomatic route.
Looking back, none of their mocking mattered to him. He could always feel an attachment to the medallion, though he’d never consider why. Now that everything had been explained to him, he knew that this was his true calling. He put the medallion around his neck, and went into the bedroom to get changed. On his bed he found a large rectangular box sitting on his bed. He furrowed his brow and thought of how odd it was, that he had a package on his bed.
“Robert! Did you put anything in my room?” He called out the door. Robert yelled back a moment later. “Nah, I haven’t even been upstairs yet!” Chirrah turned back to the box, walking closer to it. Something was written on top of the box. It read “Every knight wears a uniform… R.” Chirrah wondered when Riache had been to the bar. It must have been some time after they left for Mount Vernin. Chirrah felt it was too kind of him to give him so much. Information, a sword, his freedom, and Riache’s own strength were presents given to Chirrah. Chirrah lifted the top of the box. Inside was a set of white cloth armor. The material was soft and was thin, like street clothes. At first it seemed like improper battle material, until he realized that the material was impossibly strong, after a couple tugs he found that the fabric did not give an inch.
The armor was made up of a white coat with buttons down the side, and black seams. The coat had a matching set of pants with a similar black seam. It also had a black shirt like the one he had previously stained with blood, but this one was made of the same extremely tough, yet loving material. He found that the clothes fit him perfectly, almost like it was crafted to fit him comfortably. The uniform also had a patch on the front left side of the coat. It was a coat of arms. The outline of the patch was black, with white inside, and the logo in the center was the sun, with a bird flying in the center of it. It was likely meant to represent a phoenix.
Chirrah left his bedroom and headed downstairs. He could already hear commotion of people inside the bar as he headed down. It seemed that the people were growing anxious without their favorite bar being open. The people sounded a bit panicked though. They were all talking very loudly and he could tell by looking at them that they were looking shaken. Chirrah headed for the bar, where Robert was talking to a group of people. When he saw Chirrah, he moved over to where he was.
“Chirrah, we’ve got a problem. These people are saying that Nex was in Golem the day before. He came here with soldiers and was trying to beat answers out of people… he’s looking for us, Chirrah.” Robert said. Chirrah’s eyes opened wide.
“Did they say anything?” Chirrah asked. Robert shook his head. “No, people in Golem stick together and don’t sell each other out, but some merchants said they saw him and his troops heading back to Castle Jewelton yesterday. People are growing more anxious about the castle. They’re hearing talk about the king’s army being released soon to cause trouble for the towns surrounding it; Hien, Yim, Capital, and… here.” Robert said. Chirrah clenched his fists. He knew where Nex was, and was more motivated than ever to carry out his plan. He turned from Robert and stormed towards the front door, moving out of the way of customers. Robert furrowed his brow and followed Chirrah. He pushed people aside and caught up to Chirrah as they both reached the front door, which was open.
“Chirrah, where the hell are you going?” Robert asked, putting his hand on Chirrah’s shoulder. Chirrah turned towards him, looking at him with his eyes ablaze in anger. “I’m going to do my job, and vanquish evil from this world…” Chirrah said through his teeth. Robert shook his head.
“Don’t do anything stupid; don’t keep us in the dark! You’re strong, but even a Primid can’t take down an entire army by himself.” Robert said. Chirrah looked at him straight, then turned towards the road.
“I’m not going to.” Chirrah said flatly, and then walked away from Robert, Robert’s hand coming off of him. Chirrah walked out of the bar and onto the street. “Chirrah!” Robert called. Chirrah turned around one last time. “G… good luck…” Robert said. Chirrah nodded, and then turned towards the road. He took a step on his fully charged Sola and took off down the road at high speed.