Interloper War RecapDavus & Polaris/ Frozen Lake Hylia/ Dawn 7
As Davus and Polaris hurtled through the morning air at each other, Fulmen began screaming and wailing incoherently not unlike some of the more fanatical lunatics the general had encountered over the centuries. As they met in mid air, Polaris' frigid blade met the hard liquid metal with a clank and the two foes bounced off of each other, Polaris slid to a knee before righting himself. The armored fulgomancer crashed straight down to the ground with a muffled thud as his boots struck the frosted turf.
"I know you expect me to flee now, but there will be no running until I see the fear in your mind take over.... And who might you be?... Nevermind, I don't care, I've killed dozens of your kind, what's one more?"
As far back as Polaris could remember, and it was a substantial number of years, centuries upon centuries really, every egomaniacal foe or heroic ally he had encountered had had the same approach to word play. Sure, there were slight variations between them, but essentially they were all of the same ilk even he fell victim to the cliched norm when it came to the outrageous dance of the verbal sparring match. And for whatever reason, this all was presently amusing the hell out of him so that he began to chuckle before responding. "Flee? Why on earth would I expect you to flee? I think that I'd be rather disappointed if you did that, I mean seriously, where's the fun in just...running away? Oh no, I'd much prefer you die."
The hand-and-a-half blade he held in his right hand quivered and started shinking from the tip of the blade down towards Polaris' fist which was still clenched around the hilt, while this happened, another shoot of red ice erupted from the palm of his left and began extending outwards. When they were of a similar length both chunks of the malleable crimson element bent forward at the exact same moment and Polaris was left holding a pair of makhaira, one curved long knife in each hand. "I'll give you my name, it's only fair for you to know who it is that aims to end your pathetic life. I am the Red Ice General, the crimson foe to all those that would stand against the crown, to those past and present, I am known simply as Polaris, to you I will be executioner."
"General, Darrel had approached the two verbal combatants and from a distance grabbed Polaris' attention with a shout, as he did so he gestured towards Kazeem and his stolen mount. fulfill your promise to Lady Lemeris, leave Fulmen to me."Polaris stopped, looked at Darrel and nodded. There were few men who, whether on the field of battle or in general conversation that Polaris would've willingly obliged in that scenario. Darrel was atop that list, there was a great amount of mutual respect between the two and had been since day one. For whatever reason, the two of them just seemed to click.
Darrel Mytura – Frozen Lake Hylia – Dawn Seven
"Alone at last." Darrel said with a distinct note of satisfaction in his voice as he and Davus prepared to resume hostilities. "You’ll kill no one here today, Fulmen."
Age old foes were they two, having done battle in the thick of numerous past wars. They were masters of their energies, in some ways alike in their abilities and yet possessed of wholly different temperaments. Davus Fulmen had been the worst of Darrel’s nemeses long before Kinslayer’s unforgivable sin.
Now they did battle once more.
"I don’t expect you to flee, I know you better than that."
Radiating a crackling field of spirit energy around him, Darrel hurled himself once more into the face of his foe. Imbued with the strength of his alignment he hammered aside the fulgarite staff with his sword and thrust one chain wrapped fist into the chest of the fulgomancer, putting all of his magically enhanced strength behind the blow.
"I don’t expect you to flee, I know you better than that."
It was in Davus's nature to make a sarcastic remark before acting against his enemies. Yet, in the moments of Darrel's statement he felt a strange emotion that stopped him in his tracks. For Davus though, the moment he dropped his focus, Darrel came hurtling in, now glowing with the energy of his element. With one calculated strike, Darrel knocked Davus's staff aside and punched him in the chest, pouring all of his spiritual magic into the strike. Davus did not go flying into the air, or get horribly maimed by the strike. Instead, his own natural magical energies weakened and broke under the intensity of the spirit strike, and Davus felt the full impact of the chain-mail fist. He immediately felt one rip break, and hacked up blood onto his chest as he collapsed to the ground, barely maintaining his grip upon the Fulgarite staff.
"No! No!" Davus grabbed his head and began screaming. "I do not fear you!" In his panic, Davus began to claw at his face, and soon his hands were covered in blood. In one final gargling scream Davus went still. Darrel looked on in shock, clearly unable to believe that Davus would fall in only one blow. And as fate would surely have it, he would not. The Fulgarite staff exploded into a shower of dark energy, focusing it onto the body of Fulmen. The dark energy began to crawl into his wounds, and gradually it encompassed him completely, taking on a dangerous purple hue. In the midst of it all, if one listened closely they might even hear Davus continue to mumble to himself.
"I don't fear you..."
"You only fear being powerless, and you are!" Davus had now stood up and his wounds were still visible, but scarred over and no longer posing a threat to his survival. He stepped out of the rapidly fading cloud of darkness, and faced Darrel. "Hello Darrel, my name is Ithan Chiaria. I'm sure you have a lot to say to me, but to be honest, I have nothing but contempt for you. You are a blight to be removed from this world." And with that Ithan Chiaria was reborn, lashing out at Darrel. Ithan moved forward at a blazing fast speed, landing a fast punch to Darrel's face. Not to be defeated as easily as Davus, Darrel struck back, knocking Ithan off balance and landing a blow to the stomach. Ithan gained his balance, tightened his focus, and rushed in summoning the remaining telekinetic ability he had to increase his jumping height. Aided by his enhanced athletics skills, Ithan backflipped over Darrel, spinning the fulgarite staff wildly and sending out half a dozen lightning bolts towards Darrel.
Davus Fulmen (Believing himself to be Ithan Chiaria)- Frozen Lake Hylia - Morning 7
The earth beneath him was tearing itself apart, while his body writhed in agony from Darrel’s onslaught of spirit energy. While once Ithan would draw upon similar energies of the universe for power, he now thrived off of its dark undercurrents. Ithan focused all of his power into his wounds that he had previously sustained as Davus, gravely realizing he was choking to death on the spirit energy. With a desperate telepathic pulse, he forced up a physical manifestation of his telekinetic energy, putting a few extras inches between himself and the brunt of Darrel’s attack.
As Ithan inched backwards out of the line of fire, he saw Darrel standing several feet back, defending against the shockwave of energy. The air was still thick with dust, and as Ithan looked upon Darrel, he knew that he had little to offer up as a defense. His hatred of life was not enough to make him willing embrace death, and he reluctantly looked around for an escape route.
“You fight like a man that seeks the total destruction of his enemy. I assure you, you cannot and will not ever be able to destroy what I’ve become. I will remember you as the first fool to challenge me and-” Ithan was interrupted by a vicious punch to the jaw, as Darrel had not bothered to wait for the end of his speech to make his move. “So be it!” Ithan loaded the full force of his telekinetic powers and held up the staff of Fulmen. An alternating shockwave of telekinetic energy and lightning bolts fired out, hitting Darrel in the chest, and while seemingly doing no real damage, he was knocked off his feet, giving Ithan time to run.
“You will die by my hand soon enough!” Ithan shouted over his shoulder as he ran, his wounds having now reached critical. His only option was to find an ally that could assist him. For the moment, his dark tendencies would have to be controlled if he was to live.
StormcloudsMany Years Prior to Epoch, Davus Fulmen
He knelt on the ground breathing heavily. The side effects of the transformation had at last worn off. His mind was calming down, after having been racing for hours. He reviewed it all in his head.
First he had broken into Sirius Fulmaren’s lab, where the scientist had been asleep for who knows how many centuries. There he had stolen technology to let him change his very shape, and with it several well known people. He had changed his face and body to that of Ithan Chiaria, and briefly believed himself to become the psychic.
Then, after Darrel punched him in the chest, he had escaped the battle of lake hylia, and...ended up here. He remembered seeing flashes of that red zora, flashes of a waterfall, things he hadn’t actually been physically present for. And then suddenly, he was here, in the woods.
It was not the era of the Interloper, that was certain. Something in his battle with that red general had linked the two together, something had happened to that general, and indirectly, something had happened to Davus.
He scrambled out of sight, and summoning all the strength inside him, began the transformation process. His first task.
Find Sirius Fulmaren.
His next task? Eradicate the family line of that red zora, make him pay for whatever he had done, intentional or not.
Severa - Lost Woods - Day 7
Clarity would not come to her. She fan faster and faster, desperate to reach Zora’s Domain. She knew Beth had to be there. She just knew it.
She tried to focus on her thoughts, while her focus on her surroundings faded. Her horse would lead her, he would not fail her.
“Oh but I shall.” She tensed up even more than she already was. Had he spoken? His dark mane seemed to shimmer, and she felt her skin crawl with a prickling, burning sensation. Something was wrong. She had always felt a connection to this steed, always felt it mildly discomforting, yet simultaneously feeling like it was exactly what it should be.
“You lead us straight to the place I wish to destroy. You will serve my master well.” Severa tried to stop the horse, but it was useless. He kept charging, faster even then before.
“Stop, stop!” It wasn’t going to happen. She felt the tingling sensation grow stronger. A bolt of lightning struck in the distance. This wasn’t right. There was only one option. Ditch it. Before the dark animal could do anything more, before it could read her thoughts again, she stood up and hurled herself off, ingesting a pegasus seed as quickly as she could. With her momentum still high, she rolled forward, coming straight up out of the roll into a hard run, barely keeping her balance.
Lightning began to strike all around her. She dared a look back, and caught a glimpse of her horse. It was changing shape. Never in her life had she imagined this would happen. It was in human form, and floating above the ground, a mad look upon its face - upon his face. A name filled her mind.
Despite having left them behind hours prior, she was relieved to also see Jaden, Ella, and Annie just behind Davus.
“Attack him! Attack him now!” She screamed. Miraculously, they complied, all three releasing a flurry of attacks upon the lightning mage, slowing and distracting him enough to let them catch up to Severa.
She immediately felt an aura wash over her, and the speed jump from her pegasus seeds, the one that was about to wear off, was suddenly boosted ten fold.
“Run! RUN! RUN!!” She screamed, having never felt such fear in her life. Thankfully, her newfound allies complied. It only took one look at the madman Fulmen to know running was the best option.
Kaimu Kotaro - Zora’s Domain, Late Afternoon of the Seventh
Kaimu raised a hand to interrupt Soldat’s question. A massive storm was brewing, a storm that had arrived without warning, and was of a size large enough to frighten any species that called the water it’s home. He looked to Polaris, who nodded. It was clear he was having the same thoughts.
“This is not a natural formation.” Polaris said.
“It can’t be...” Kaimu replied. His words meaning was twofold. He was not only agreeing with Polaris, but commenting on what he suspected the source of the storm might be. Then he saw them. Four specks in the distance, that were becoming larger incredibly quickly. He did not recognize any of them, but the looks upon Polaris and Beth’s faces said that they did.
“It can’t be...” Polaris repeated Kaimu’s line, sounding as shocked as someone could possibly sound. The speed of the group arriving was so great that dust clouds kicked up in their wake, and the ground itself seemed torn up, marking a clear path behind them. They all skidded to a halt, and one of the most surprising, mind-boggling events that any of them had ever experienced began to take place. The voices of everyone talking at once became jumbled, and it was not clear who was saying what to who.
“Skree!” The screech of Kaimu’s pet keese, Vector, interrupted the confusing reuniting of old friends and family.
“FULMEN! DAVUS FULMEN!” Kaimu pointed to the distance. Severa looked over everyone.
“Nice to meet you all, glad we know each other. At least some of us. Well, who are you now?” She gave a sly look to Soldat. “No time for that. I don’t care who you strangers are, if we don’t all fight together right now, that...that THING, Davus, is going to be the last thing we ever see.”
“Fulmen.” Polaris said flatly. He and Kaimu exchanged looks. “Agreed, no time for discussions. The time to fight is now.”
Jaden/Lost Woods/Day 7
Severa either lost it or had been fed up with Jaden's group. Either way he thought it a bit much to slap Ella who had done nothing other than express displeasure about affiliation with the Crimsonites. So he turned his group around, grabbed Tuffy, and changed course.
"Completely uncalled for! She knows something we don't. So we will exploit that. Follow me. Don't stop whatever you do Tuffy, hang on to my neck and shoulders. You know what is coming."
Tuffy mewed out of being startled.
Jaden nodded. They would be able to keep up even with a mounted mark thanks to this gift. It would take a lot out of him, but he was more conditioned than most mortals.
Speaking in an ancient tongue, Jaden traced a pale violet glyph on his forehead as the group gave chase. Even though they did not feel different, they were running as fast as a horse at full gallop. He was giving them some of his endurance as the trees cleared into Hyrule Field proper.
That horse she has can't be equine. Not a celestial like Tuffy. Oh hell. Impossible.
Storms gathered. Familiar energies from two decades ago came to bear. When Severa ditched her ride, it morphed into exactly what he did not ever want to see again. A primordial being. One of three known. The feared. Better than the kinslayer showing up at least.
Hearing Severa's advice, Jaden barked out battle orders.
"Ride-by attack. Sweep the leg! Swing low and keep sprinting, ladies!"
None of the sweeping strikes hit. But it did its job. Distraction with a smile. Jaden took a bolt in the back, but he had worse before. It was at that point where he doubled the output of his aura. Everyone kept speed as Zora's Domain came into view. He could feel the dry electricity in the air. Fulmen still gave chase and his attention was on Jaden now.
Two familiar faces came into view when they had reached their destination. One was a great friend. The other was the betrayer of his blood. He was winded and could say no more than names, but he was overcome with emotion at the sight. Beth reached her arm to Severa to pull her onto horseback, but did call out to Jaden.
"If you came to kill me or take me back, it will have to wait. You all brought us a primordial. I remember the bedtime stories."
Jaden sighed and saluted Polaris briefly.
""Nice to see you too. I didn't come to kill you. I came because I need your help. We can talk after we kill this sparky bastard. 20 year old grudges die hard."
Stella Delphinus/ Zora's Domain Entrance/ Day 7
Stella took a quick look around at the newcomers now atop the craggy entrance to Zora's Domain. Among them all was a bout of confusion as well as rushed conversations for a few. A far more pressing issue however was the man laughing maniacally as he strode in from the darkness of the forest below. Storm clouds seemed to follow him as the last light of the sun gave way to fierce rain.
"Well then, at least I can't say I'm bored anymore" Stella thought to herself. She then turned around to face a frightened guard behind her. "Sound the alarm. Inform King Tiburon of this threat. Tell them to send reinforcements." Complying the solider ran off back into the aquatic city. Stella then walked up to Soldat from behind.
"I believe you said something about stoping demonic forces in this war? Looks like you've got your chance paladin." She then walked up to the others as her grip tightened around the staff.
"I don't care who or what this guy is. He's got a death wish if he thinks attacking Zora's Domain alone is a good idea." To her it didn't mater how large or small this threat was. She wasn't about to fail her nation again. Not today. With fire in her eyes Stella took a firm stance and called to Polaris and Kaimu on her side.
"I'll go in from the front and distract him. Go in from behind and take him out!" The Zora captain then dashed forward. Jumping into the air she dove head first into the river beneath the waterfall. Then with the speed of a falcon she leaped out of the water at Davus.
Swinging her staff like a baseball bat, a gust of wind and water rushed forth like a tsunami. Knocking him slightly off guard Stella followed up by swinging the sharpened blades on her pole around at the lightning wizard. This move was countered by Davus' own staff, which twirled around in a counter-attack. As the two clashed together in a show of strength the man and the Zora look each other down. Stella growled in anger at Davus, while his face cracked a grin of perverted satisfaction.
"You have no idea who you are fighting girl!"
"Neither do you" replied the Zora blocking his blow. Stella then spun around narrowly missing a blow to her face. Leaping forward she slashed diagonally at him in jump attack. Davus took a step back and planted his staff into the ground.
Seeing his defenses dropped the former general rushed at Davus to finish him off, only to be blasted backwards as lightning from the sky struck down upon the madman. Channeling the electricity into his hands, he launched a barrage of lightning and thunder at Stella. Griped in horrific pain Stella fell to the ground as he scales simmered in the intense heat. Unable to move her limbs, all she could do was scream in pain as her attacker laughed on.
"Davus Fulmen, the Feared. That is the name of the man who shall kill you!"
Annie Zephyris/Zora’s Domain Entrance/Day 7
During the previous night, as well as during their long run that day, Annie had talked quietly to the spirit that continued to follow her. However, he seemed to be acting cooperative for once, and while Annie was suspicious, she wasn’t going to complain. She learned in the night that he could help her control the sword, somehow. At first she didn’t trust him, but when she had hopped down form the tree to test what he had claimed, it turned out he was telling the truth. From then on she hung on every word he said, amazed at what she could possibly do with these secrets. With his instruction she could begin to use the sword in ways even Jaden’s aura hadn’t allowed her to.
Annie saw the ominous figure approach and drew Illumious, but stayed where she was, waiting for some kind of signal. She watched as a Zora came forward and fought him, trading a few blows before out of nowhere the man planted his staff, and as the zora attempted to strike him a hand of bright bolts of electricity reached out with its spindly fingers, throwing Stella to the ground. Annie wasn’t one for standing by if someone needed help. This Davus Fulmen looked tough, but she had sworn she would never back down, and she had sworn to help anyone if she could. It was time for a field test of what she had learned.
Before anyone could stop her, she ran forward at the cackling man, Illumious held ready as she ran. Just a short distance from him, she took a short hop forward, simultaneously bending her knees and thrusting her blade into the ground, twisting it at the same time, and then tearing it out. The ground rumbled and then thrust up underneath her, launching her into the air. She spun over him, and at the top of her arc she swung the sword down and an onslaught of flames rained down. Davus nimbly dodged to the side just in time, caught off guard by the unconventional attack, and Annie landed on her feet facing him, panting heavily from the exertion.
Davus laughed heartily at the foolish girl’s bold attempt to save the zora. A curious event, but ultimately meaningless. He fired his lightning at her, and she dodged to the side, retaliating with a burst of flames from her sword. She swung again, this time sending a string of explosions through the air that appeared to consume him, but the smoke cleared and he emerged unscathed.
Annie ran again, and as he attacked with lightning, she again used the ground to launch herself into the air, raining fire down as she flipped over his head, but Davus had caught on to her trick. As she came down on the other size, a lightningbolt flew down from the sky, hitting her midair and sending her thudding face-down into the wet ground. As he approached her, she did not rise.
Soldat/Zora's Domain/Afternoon 7
The situation had quickly become more complicated. Another party had arrived several of which seemed to have connection to the General and Bryce. One of clearly hostile and had veteraned warriors frightened. Even Bloody Beth seemed uneased by this Davus Fulmen and she was a woman who would stare down even Soldat when all of his powers were clearly toxic to her.
The female zora and a newcomer both engaged the lightning mage and neither fared well. Soldat was far from surprised, mages seemed far less prevalent within the Hyrulean Races then they were with the Guardian Order. It was only naturally that their lack of familiarity would lead them to significant tactical errors. "Get off the damp ground. Force him to high ground and use the lower valley and the obstructions within it as cover from his strikes. That or force him into deep water where you don't care about the sea life. Those are your two best options for fighting a lightning mage."
The Paladin drew his sword and firing a beam in a single motion. Fulmen easily dodged it but that was Soldat's intention. The sword beam was imbedded with a weak healing spell smashed into the young woman hopefully restoring her ability to move. The radiant light energy from his sword began spread around and encased the Paladin as he walked forward towards the so called primordial one. "I will lend all but the witch some of my strength while I focus on defense. You would all do best to force him from his advantage position and then lay a killing blow."
After speaking those words a small mark appeared on the right bicep of all present excluding Beth; granting them all a boost of physical strength at the cost of some of Soldat's own might. Soldat, now faced to face with Davus, raised his shield and readied his sword. "Now Lightning Mage, let us see if you are really are a demon like the Zora said, or just a man with an over blown reputation."
Kaimu Eridanus, Night of the Seventh, Outside Zora’s Domain
"Sound the alarm. Inform King Tiburon of this threat. Tell them to send reinforcements." Complying the soldier ran off back into the aquatic city.
Kaimu watched the soldiers run into the city. He instinctively knew that Tiburon would not properly process this threat. He would wait in his domain as always, content he was protected. But the good king could not protect himself even from speeding whales, let alone a madman with a thunder stick and a bad attitude.
“Polaris, we could lose everyone in there if we don’t get them into the caverns.” Polaris nodded in agreement. Satisfied that the situation was being handled well enough, both turned to enter into the domain. Kaimu glanced back as he ran, seeing one of the new girls that had arrived come to Stella’s assistance. Both fought valiantly against Davus, and were indeed keeping him at bay, but seemed to be doing little to wear him down.
Just before they entered into the domain, small marks appeared on them, courtesy of Soldat. He heard his words faintly.
"Now Lightning Mage, let us see if you are really are a demon like the Zora said, or just a man with an overblown reputation."
Not overblown at all
Kaimu’s thoughts raced and repeated. He could not witness his people die at the hands of this man again. Polaris was at his side as they entered Zora’s Domain, and the red general began directing the oncoming troops back inside.
“No! No! We have some of the most powerful warriors outside already. More Zora are just lambs to the slaughter, we will fry like fish. All of you, refocus your efforts, get those most vulnerable and least combat ready into the cavern depths.” He turned to Kaimu, but the elder Zora was already on his way to Tiburon.
Kaimu burst into Tiburon’s throne room, to see him conversing with several soldiers.
“Tiburon, get out now. This entire region of the domain is at risk of certain death.”
“Lord Kaimu, you cannot simply-”
“Tiburon, I have experienced more at the hands of our new threat than you can ever imagine, as has your new general, Polaris. I cannot see a positive future for the Zora should you perish. Your place as King as with your people. Go inside those caverns now.”
“We will discuss the way you speak to your King later, Kotaro.”
“It’s Eridanus now. And I fully respect that need, my King.” Kaimu bowed. “Now get out.” He didn’t wait for a response, turning on his heels and racing back outside, where Polaris was already waiting again. Davus was now in full attack mode, and every fighter on the field was running for their lives. Chaos was taking control. Soldat’s advice was barely usable as Davus prevented the group from uniting together and kept them grounded. Urgency was at hand, and panic was following behind.
Severa was frozen in fear. She had never felt truly paralyzed in life before. In the back of her head, she thought she heard a child screaming. Her gut told her it was just memories, memories of her own screams as a baby. Davus had always been there. He had always been leading her into darkness. But not a darkness of her own choosing, a darkness that was much less refined, evil without purpose. True evil.
Atop Beth’s horse, she barely registered what was happening, depending upon Beth’s wits to protect her.
“Get off the damp ground? How do you plan that?” Davus stood mere feet from Soldat, rain now pouring from the nighttime sky. Lightning flashes lit up the world around them continuously, and his everlasting grin gave a clear view into his confidence.
“If we are getting tactical, Soldat, then I think I will shake things up a bit.” He raised a hand up, and a bolt of lightning shot from his hand into the air, seemingly colliding with an invisible object. When it did so, the air shimmered, and what looked like a mural began painting itself across the sky. It extended further and further, eventually wrapping around itself, forming a perfect O shape in the sky above the battlefield.
Upon the mural flashed hundreds of scenes, images from the past, the present, and the future.
“I do not belong to your era. I do not belong to any era. I have been cast through time, again and again. Now I exist along the very spine of time itself. No beginning. No ending. You will soon see.” He looked pointedly at Polaris. “Soldat Du Ciel, your order is young by many standards. I expected you to be so much more like Seishi. You seem different though.” Soldat took a swipe at Davus, but it seemed more like a threat than a legitimate attempt at harm.
“You have no idea what I’m saying anyway.” He turned his attention from Soldat to Jaden, who had so far refrained from direct attack. “Jaden, the one at the lake fighting my comrade of fire. Your timeline is different, you are not certain. You are not final. Things may yet change.” The mural above briefly switched to Jaden’s life, then changed back to rolling through the lives and histories of everyone on the field.
“Perhaps if you all live long enough now, we can have some brief glimpses of your futures. Until then, make peace with whatever gods you believe in.
The Domain Incursion
Rathon Boldstyre / Zora’s Domain / Early Evening 7
Lost within the dank labyrinths, Rathon remained hidden in the shadows. He followed the scent of lost spirits until he finally reached the Zora hall of the dead. This expansive cavern lay deep beneath the earth and was filled from wall to wall with finely crafted caskets made to honour the souls who rested there. A lone guard stood at its wide entrance, as if the aquatic monarch did not see his sacred burial grounds deserving enough of more than a solitary guardian. This lonely Zora seemed to enjoy the peace of guarding those who simply lay still, yet this peace was to be quickly broken.
“Do as I say or you shall join those you protect.” Rathon whispered, stepping out of the darkness and pushing the cold steel of his rapier against the throat of the sentry. “When I release you, you will raise no alarm. You will run to your king and you will tell him that I require an audience with him.”
With his other hand, Rathon motioned to the nearest coffin. He tensed his bony fingers and pulled his hand into the air, and as it rose, the bones of the ancient Zora within the casket joined it. It This Stalfos now stood and walked to the side of the living guardian, halting beside him and awaiting command.
“You will be accompanied by my friend here, tell your king that if he fails to meet me here, I will not hesitate to create an army from his fallen comrades to bring him here by force.”
The lone Zora stood still for a few seconds, as if frozen with fear until Rathon snapped him into action.
“Hurry along.” He barked at the sentry. “You wouldn't want me to make any rash decisions down here.”
Respect for Kaimu kept Tiburon moving. But anger at being spoken to so disrespectfully by Kaimu clouded his judgement. As he herded his citizens towards a set of deeper chambers that were dryer and safe from the outside battle, a lone Zora guard came rushing up towards him.
“My King, we have a problem in the tomb.” Tiburon eyed him with borderline rage. But his eyes softened and focused as he saw a stalfos standing next to his soldier.
“Kill this abomination! Now!” In seconds, a flurry of Zora soldiers was upon the stalfos, dismantling and destroying it. The Zora guard who had been accompanied by the stalfos looked petrified, and as Tiburon began barking at him, his fear grew only more. “Soldier, you stay here and help get our people into the storage caverns, and then barricade yourselves in.”
“There are no exits from those caverns. King Tiburon, I-” Tiburon cut him off.
“Do it now!” Reluctantly, and still terrified, the Zora complied and began assisting the others. King Tiburon remained none the wiser to the danger lurking in the tombs below.
Jaden & Elizabeth/Zora's Domain/Night 7
Xenoblade Chronicles - One Who Gets in our Way
Jaden Bryseis, Sheikah Chieftain, Tactical Genius, Drunken Master
Warriors were answering the call to arms quicker than expected. Jaden felt this unwise at first, but one thing this allowed him to do was observe. Things weren't much different than when Polaris and Fulmen went head to head on frozen Lake Hylia. The one thing he feared was chain lightning due to so many engaging him all at once. The paladin and his tactics would work for a time, but having so much metal on would be a detriment. Jaden was glad he always wore lighter armors, and this was one of those times. Poor Elizabeth and her friend.
While he and Elizabeth were hashing out a strategy, he noticed Severa looking a little uneasy. He didn't blame her after what just happened. He'd seen worse, but he'd seen easier things to swallow than a horse shapeshifting into a primordial.
The mural Davus put into the sky did distract him slightly. It also fueled his anger into a focus. He could see pieces of his life from the war, his accomplishments as Chieftain, and also the death of his wife at the altar. And then bottles emptying endlessly. It didn't take much to figure out what was in those. It also showed his sister and her celestial lover as well as Elizabeth, Tristan, and Nora.
While others were riding out and doing their best to slow things down for Fulmen, Jaden only had to tell Beth one thing. He had to be cryptic so that the Primordial wouldn't fully anticipate everything.
"I'll cover you, Elizabeth. Fire it up."
Elizabeth Bryce, the Bloody Maiden
Elizabeth was visibly shocked. She didn't even notice the twenty-three pounds of fine feline sitting on Jaden's shoulder. It had been years, and she missed that cat just as much as Jaden. She was worried they would hate her. Maybe they still did. He was a cryptic drunk and Tuffington was a pragmatic being. And Jaden wanted her to use an old blitz plan. But she had to shake Severa out of whatever funk she had been in. Nodding at Jaden, she drew Apocrypha and turned to her best friend.
"Severa, I know something went terribly wrong back there. I know what you told me about him. We only fear Sourbeneton, remember? All who oppose him shall serve, submit, or be slain. This primordial bastard is no exception to our Profane Canon. Let it begin with us!"
She did project her personality a bit behind that statement because time was limited. But another thing she did while riding out was provide an edge to anyone who wished to partake of it. After all, Myr-Acharn wasn't as fast as Tenebrous. But when she picked up speed she was like a war hammer. Elizabeth couldn't wait to trample something with her later.
"I will eclipse Fear with Unholy Rage!"
Making the motions of the Profane Sigils of Thaumaturgy and Soulflame with her blade, pale gold and green patterns soon turned a deep crimson, emitting a mist over her and Severa. She also did what she could to extend it to anyone else who wished to partake. The Reaver's Mist allowed those who suffered immense pain to fight stronger than before. It wasn't a feeling of ecstasy, but it was a feeling of extremely focused anger. Inflicting pain was just a bonus, but seeing the lightning made her realize that folks were going to need to get pissed in order to stay standing. And a warband always fought to the last member.
Taking a deep breath, Elizabeth saw red in the edges of her vision as the mist took hold. She instructed Severa to strike low while she struck high. Apocrypha was pulsing to the beat of Beth's heart, and as Fulmen was taunting them both as they came into range. Myr-Acharn was traveling at top speed, weaving and dodging bolts of lightning that were crashing toward the ground and directed at the Bloody Maidens. This horse had superior battle instinct. Who in their right mind would have sold it?
Elizabeth slashed high and connected under the left pectoral and drew blood, but the end of her swing glanced off of the mage's staff, causing an electrical backlash. Apocrypha took some of the edge off, but she could feel the Reaver's Mist start to take hold. Her pulse quickened and her muscles tensed up, but it could have been far worse. Severa got a much better hit as Beth wrestled Apocrypha free. Her flammenschwert got his thigh pretty solidly on the side.
Fulmen visibly cried out in pain, and as Beth and Severa tried to gain distance for another pass, he took his attention away from Soldat, firing a thick bolt of chain lightning at the ladies. Elizabeth instinctively raised Apocrypha and did her best to draw the rage of Fulmen to her. It hurt terribly, but Elizabeth's face showed no pain. As her sword drew in most of the lightning, the Blade of Black Secrets began to reveal things to her beyond understanding. And all the while, her enchantment was continuing to fuel her focused rage. Myr-Acharn was solidly on pace. But Davus didn't have much time, because Elizabeth and Severa followed Jaden's plan to the letter. He and Admiral Lord Tuffington III were about to have some fun.
Jaden and Tuffy
He didn't have much time to talk or think, but Tuffy understood what Jaden was going for. Jaden breathed deep and activated dual auras. The Subversion's deep green hue shone from his forehead, and any who wished resistance from the arcane could share in it. Well, everyone except beings of darkness. Elizabeth could not claim any aura Jaden channeled due to her pact with the Dark Father. He didn't know if Severa would benefit. But most others would. He was grateful for the Paladin's mark as his second aura went off. He and Tuffy were filled with another Celeritous Charge. They ran to the direction Soldat was facing, but they split off and began to flank. Jaden went right while Tuffy went left in feline form. Fulmen didn't even think about the cat.
As they were charging, Elizabeth did something rather odd by extending a small cloud of crimson mist to him. Tuffy refused to breathe it because of unknown origins. Jaden figured any benefit was a good one because primordials don't give many opportunities for failure. When the red lined his vision, he immediately knew he'd regret it later. But no matter. Tuffy had morphed into his true form of the Celestial Onyx Lion, increasing his speed.
Starting to feel the anger brew, Jaden began to channel cosmic lunar energies through his zweihander and his right arm. The timing was so perfect. The ladies weren't too far out of range when Jaden and Tuffy closed the distance before anyone could react.
Elizabeth and Severa did more than advertised, landing two solid blows. Beth looked like she took the brunt of the pain as Davus peeled off of Soldat and shocked her twice. The first off of the backswing was not so bad. Following through with chain lightning, Jaden admired his star pupil as she did her best to protect her friend. Perhaps she could be saved. But if they failed here, no one would find out.
Tuffy was ready to maul this primordial as quickly as possible before breaking off and repeating blitz attacks. Jaden taught his family well that some opponents fought better against groups than in duels. Most mages fell under this category. Making the groups smaller and harder to focus on would prevent them from dying.
Jaden reared back his Zweihander, bringing it from his right side on Davus in a solid, vicious half-circle.
Tuffy unleashed two ferocious swipes and a wrenching bite at Davus' left leg, hitting higher in the outer thigh. These strikes both hit simultaneously in an attempt to overwhelm the primordial. He took shocking backlashes because of the contact, but he knew the risks. Using Elizabeth as a distraction and hoping Soldat would cause attack focus to shift again after these strikes, Jaden calculated he would probably take a good deal of pain. More so than the others. But that was fine. He could handle it.
Blood began to flow more freely as Jaden's lariat cleave caused flesh to sear and sizzle. He also caught the staff on the follow through, filling himself with excruciating electricity. He also showed no pain as he was taking pressure off of everyone else. Tuffy was able to get out and get alongside of Beth and Severa. Jaden could handle being stuck there, and he shot a glance at Soldat, hoping he'd understand the subtle request for assistance. Unfortunately, his zweihander was tangled up with Fulmen's staff. But this blitz went better than he could have dreamed.
Annie Zephyris/Zora’s Domain/ Evening 7
“Hey, you stupid broad, are you trying to get yourself killed?”
Annie found herself once again in that strange spring where her previous dream had taken place, and that boy was back. “I was trying to protect that zora….”
“Well, that’s all well and good, but getting yourself killed won’t protect anybody. And I am NOT going to be stuck alone in here all by my lonesome for another goddesses-know-how-many centuries.”
“I can handle myself, thank you very much.”
“You got struck by a bolt of lightning out of the air. If he wanted you’d be dead. You’re getting to be a passable amateur with this sword, and maybe after this fight is over I can give you a sticker for effort. But I think it’s high time I take over this show for a bit.”
“Whoah, whoah, what? What are you talking about!?”
The boy, ignoring her, began to speak some kind of incantation in a mysterious tongue, and as he did the spring began to fade behind them. Annie saw where she lay on the ground, remembering falling out of the sky after being struck. But as she watched, her own body faded, and another body began to replace it: the body of the spirit who had been with her since she had picked up the sword.
Arthur/Zora’s Domain/Evening 7
Sick Puppies- You're Going Down
Arthur stood up and stretched his legs for the first time in- well, he didn’t actually know. It had certainly been a very long time. It felt good to exist in the flesh again. He didn’t know how or why he’d gone so long without doing this since the girl had picked up the sword. Speaking of the sword, it felt wonderful to hold it, after all those years being chained to it. However, Arthur’s happy reunion with his physical body was cut short by the fight at hand. It was time for Arthur to remember what he could do.
Arthur watched for a bit, planning his attack. Unlike headstrong and impulsive Annie, Arthur was more strategic and calculated. Arthur took not of Soldat’s words- the wet ground was making this lightning mage more dangerous, and the rainfall he caused wasn’t helping either. Arthur set himself to fixing this. He held the sword aloft, calling forth an icy wind from high in the atmosphere. He swung the sword in a circle, spreading the icy breeze out, and then stabbed the blade into the ground. The water on the ground instantaneously froze to ice and then shattered from the earthly tremor. The rain also froze, forming thin sleet that would no longer conduct the lightning mage’s electrical attacks. Satisfied that he had solved that problem, Arthur launched an attack of his own.
Similar to Annie, he ran forward, but instead of launching himself up into the air, he launched himself forward, a hylian bullet headed straight for Davus. He threw his sword up into the air as he rocketed forward, and both hurtled toward Davus at insane velocity. Sleet pelted his face and he could hardly see as he flew forward. The sword came down just as Arthur came within feet of Davus, whose staff had caught Jaden’s sword. Arthur snatched his sword from the air and, still travelling full velocity, stabbed the sword into the ground, his whole body outstretched. The local tremor knocked everyone off-balance, and the momentum swung Arthur around his planted sword, kicking Davus in the face and knocking his staff loose from Jaden’s sword.
“Need a hand, anybody? Or a foot?”
Soldat/Zora's Domain/Evening 7
The mage projected some images into the air; seemingly claiming they were of the orders future. Images if different warriors fighting battle after battle played over in over again. Many times the same fighters would appear fighting the same opponent as if locked in some endless waltz. There in particular stood out to him. One was a young woman who sometimes wielded a sword like his own, using the Champion form and what even appeared to be a more refined version of the same technique he'd only just developed the previous night. Another was a large man with a hair and powers not unlike those of the possessed. Yet he always looked come and control; and always allied with others. The third was an armored man he presumed was the one called Seishi. This one also used a Sword of Light and the Champions Form attack. For a brief moment he even though he caught a glimpse of the same refined wing ability as the girl. At first he only wonder why a man he guessed must be a successor of his would have what seemed to be a child's name but then he started to notice short images of the man with silver hair. The as the images became more frequent Soldat's curiosity grew. In almost each one the man seemed to be in total control. There were a few he wasn't, one where he appeared fully possessed; but yet there were other images of that man looking normal but at an older age. Was there some way to survive and possibly even control the powers of a demon once possessed. Would his order actually make use of such people?
"We only fear Sourbeneton, remember? All who oppose him shall serve, submit, or be slain. This primordial bastard is no exception to our Profane Canon..." Beth's words pulled him back into the battle for a moment but in the end only served to distract him further.
"Soubenton?"The name raced though his mind. Was it a named demon that had somehow escaped the orders detection? He was reluctant to think that, though perhaps because of the error he made last time he came to that conclusion. Maybe it was something from the future like this mage claimed to be, but that wouldn't explain how it could have grant this witch so much power now. Was it something else?
Stranger still the witch and this new man who seemed to know her seemed to use abilities not to different from his own. Stranger still was the man, who despite his abilities and companion, which were clearly of celestial origin, fought along with the demon's servant so seamlessly they must have a close connection. Just who were this people?
Being lost in thought proved costly as the Lightning Mage was able to break his attention away from Soldat and on to the others. The witch was hit and the other man pinned down. The man seemed to ask for help but before Soldat could so much as twitch a muscle a boy appeared and broke them apart.
Soldat wasn't willing to miss an opening. He rushed forward and slashed for the mage's collar bone, but missed due to miss estimating the effects of the speed increasing aura. He turned to swing again, but the poor footing caused by the damp ground allowed Fulmen to easily avoid his strike. The mage swung down with his staff, but Soldat easily block with his shield. Unfortunately the blow did more damage to the Sacred Shield then Soldat has hoped. It became quickly apparent that too many blow in success out quickly shatter it, and with that kind of power even Jaden's aura and the layer of light magic wouldn't be able to protect him from a direct his to his otherwise regular steel armor.
There was no way Soldat would last long if he tried to act as the sole point of the Mage's aggression. At the same time Fulmen had already demonstrated abilities that made ganging up on him all at once impossible. No, they needed one person to get in with a decisive strike fast. With the mark diminishing his strength, the damp ground making agile movement impossible in platemail, and the terrain living him unable to set up any of this 3 seals he was sure he would be able to pull it off. Though perhaps he could give them an opportunity.
He began focusing a spell in his hand, the act of which left him with an opening the Davus was quick to exploit. A large bolt of lightning charged towards Soldat, but not wanting to sacrifice he's shield. The bolt struck him square in the chest and sent him flying back but that was what he had hoped for. As he flew he reached out and touch Jaden's thee, granting him the Rune of the Steadfast and with is massive boost to his speed and agility. Soldat's hope was that will all these buff and his alignment towards the divine Jaden would be able to take advantage of Soldat's next attack. There was still one problem though. Now that his sword was more light then divine, casting spelling through it would be more difficult. Not to mention this attack now worked differently and he wasn't sure he could still combine it with other magic. It was still worth a shot though, so long as the other could hold Davus off for just the brief moment he needed to prepare.
Rykos Bumba / Zora's Domain / Night 7
As Zora's Domain came under attack, Rykos followed Beth down the river and into the field of battle, while the Zoras themselves hung back. Outside, a thunder mage struck against the few gathered warriors with white whips of lightning, his small frame silhouetted against a writhing southern storm. Each battle-hardened rogue there engaged the monster, who announced himself as Fulmen the Feared, and Rykos could feel his own fire rising as their magicks filled the hypercharged air.
After a series of blows, the lone Zora on the field, a female, wore the mage down with the help of a young girl who had followed the demon up from the forest. From his vantage on the riverside cliffs, Rykos could see how the sorcerer anticipated the moves of multiple adversaries in a melee, tracking them with magnetic certainty. Even at this distance, he felt the static sting under his hair and armor, and knew he had lost the element of surprise.
When another of the party from the forest lunged into a swordfight, Rykos saw an opening. The three from the forest seemed to have their torturer contained, with Beth and the Zora woman both lending their strength. But they were only keeping him at bay. Soon enough, the wizard thrust the leading swordsman, whom he heard the others call Soldat, back into the Sheikah who had followed him from the wood.
It was now or never.
"See you in hell, Fulmen the Feared."
As Soldat disentangled himself from the Sheikah, Rykos took his chance. From a crouched position, he exploded up into the air from his rocky perch above the battle, and in a high arc came rocketing down on Fulmen in a tornado of flame, concentrated at a massive fireball in his glowing fist. He felt the power of all the gathered warriors flowing through him, clenched his teeth, and wagered that he'd either land a blow solid enough to lower the Thunderhead's defenses, or create a diversion by opening himself up to a massive direct hit.
King Tiburon, Zora’s Domain Shelter, Night of the Seventh
“King Tiburon, that is the last of them.” The weary King had no initial response for his guard but a weak nod. He did not like spending so much time retreating, and so little time fighting back. He had spent long enough heeding the advice of his leaders. It was time to act on his own.
“Good. Take twenty four men onto this battlefield. I trust our generals enough to not sacrifice more than that against an enemy such as this.” He paused. “But we not weaklings. Treat this the same as we would treat a storm. Bring the men with the best control of their electric fields, you know which ones.”
Not Even My Final Form
Davus Fulmen, Battlefield outside Zora’s Domain, Night of the Seventh
Chaos was a double edged sword for Fulmen. Davus thrived on it. The more attackers, the more chaos, the more he could let loose and keep his surroundings under the control of the uncontrollable. The fighter Soldat charged in relentlessly, not without strategy, but not nearly effective enough. Davus was able to fend him off, but his attention upon the newest, and least battle weary member was minimal at best.
His eons of knowledge, stolen from the hall of memories, told him only a name. Rykos. He may have been a thunder god, but he wasn’t an omniscient one, he didn’t know the story of this Gerudo man, didn’t know what he was capable of. Perhaps to Davus, that story wasn’t written yet. Not everything in the timeline he witnessed seemed absolute, perhaps nothing was at all.
"See you in hell, Fulmen the Feared."
Davus certainly had no fear of hell, but for some claiming to be The Feared, it was hardly a surprising fact. He had two options. Expend a great deal of energy to move himself or Rykos, or take the blow and come up with another plan. By the time he finished deciding, Rykos flaming punch was already upon him. The punch landed with devastating effect. The world around Davus exploded in a torrential mix of water, earth, and fire, as lightning continued to spray all around. The sleet pounding against his face became rain again from the sheer heat of Rykos attack. He did not see immediately where the Gerudo had ended up, his vision blurred by the soup of elemental particles in the air and on the battlefield.
The warriors all around were covered in mud, and as the air began to clear, Davus realized that several dozen more Zora warriors had appeared, each one drawing his lightning away into a massive electrical field, a combined effort from the group. It was acting like a moving lightning rod, as the brigade of Zora moved in formation, drawing the strikes away from the battlefield, and reducing both the static and magnetic effects upon all the others.
Now Davus was no longer smiling. His enemy had more than a few tricks, and had coalesced into a surprisingly powerful united force in a much smaller window of time than expected. He wasn’t dead yet though.
The staff in Davus’ hands, which had until that point vanished and reappeared at will, as it shapeshifted with the intensity of the storm, now remained in a single form. Gnarled wood, almost rotten looking. No distinct markings, nothing special at all. He aimed it at the mural above, which continued to display images of the past, present, and future. But then he fell to one knee, and began coughing. The battle was starting to get to him. He managed to rise back up to both feet, wiping blood from his mouth. The storm was no longer a threat thanks to the Zora brigade. But he had a few tricks of his own left.
The lightning, which had begun to divert to the Zora’s, began to strike Davus directly. Bolt after bolt after bolt. He began glowing brighter and brighter, and then, he stepped forward. When he did so, he appeared to duplicate. Then he did it again, and again, and again. He continued to duplicate until there were enough Davus’ on the field for each individual fighter. Each one a copy, with the original nowhere in sight, though to his opponents, there was no telling the difference either way. Each one laughed, took up their copy of the staff, and moved to attack their opponents.
Polaris Eridanus/ Zora's Domain/ Night of the 7th
As the battle against the Feared foe raged on Polaris hung back, allowing companions both new and old to try their hands against the electrostatic mage. If he spent more time observing his allies than Fulmen, it wasn't out of disregard for Davus' prodigious strengths. It was, in all honesty because he knew very little about his new allies and their strengths.
Lizzy had been trained by him and Jaden, the similarities were plain to see. Jaden was still Jaden, except that he wasn't the Jaden that Polaris knew as a comrade. Both he and Lizzy were from even farther in the future than Polaris himself, yet they both knew him the instant they saw him. The circumstances and implications were enough to make even Polaris' head spin when he tried to wrap his mind around it. The other warriors acquitted themselves well, the general made note of each and every one of them.
Soldat in particular reminded him of other warriors he fought with and against throughout the ages. Pieces of the puzzle surrounding the Guardian Order were coming together for Polaris now as he and Fulmen locked eyes.
“I do not belong to your era. I do not belong to any era. I have been cast through time, again and again. Now I exist along the very spine of time itself. No beginning. No ending. You will soon see. Soldat Du Ciel, your order is young by many standards. I expected you to be so much more like Seishi..."
That was all he needed. Davus. This Davus was displaced just as he was. From his time, finally a bit of familiarity in this bygone era, even if that familiarity came in the form of the insane lightning master. Fulmen had his attention drawn away from Polaris by another volley of attacks from the assorted gathering of warriors. As a young boy from seemingly nowhere staged a daring assault that altered the weather, sending ice across the water and turning rain to sleet, Polaris pushed himself away from the wall he'd been leaning against. Looking over his shoulder at the Zora troops flooding onto the field Polaris strode forward smirking.
"Finally my kind of weather. I'll have to thank the kid."
As Davus staggered from the flaming pig punch, Polaris halted his advance and raised an eyebrow as Fulmen began to multiply into several copies of himself.
One of the manifold Fulmen approached with a maniacal gleam in his stormy eyes. Drawing Winters Tide, Polaris circled first left, then right, the duplicate Davus mimicked his movements cackling all the while. Polaris spun forward, a backhand strike aimed to cleave Fulmen from shoulder to hip struck empty air.
With a boom of thunder, lightning struck the very spot upon which the clone stood and he disappeared in a puff of sulfuric smoke. The air hissed and popped while the duplicate Davus appeared several feet behind Polaris.
"Oops. Too slow red."
Wielding his staff two handed, Davus spun it in his hands before striking Polaris across the back sending a concentrated shock of electricity up the generals spine. Arching his back Polaris grunted temporarily held in place by the voltage. Snarling, Polaris whirled around and lunged at the copy. Wrapping his scaly hands about the fake Davus' throat Polaris began to squeeze as a fine red mist seeped from between his fingers.
"I remember telling you to die."
Davus struggled against Polaris' grip, coughing and gagging all the while.
Bringing an electrified knee up, Davus connected solidly with Polaris' mid-section separating the two. A crimson collar of red ice wrapped around Davus' neck. Struggling with the collar the faux Fulmen managed a laugh.
"You of all people Eridanus are one to talk about death. Your timeline is much like mine. Fate brings us together again, and why do you think that?"
Polaris answered with a spinning roundhouse, his leg had its own crimson vapor trail and when his shin connected, the collar around Davus' neck cracked, then shattered.
The head of the copied Davus dropped to the ground with a muffled thud. Then the body followed.
"I don't know."
Stepping over the carcass Polaris scanned the battlefield, there were easily thirty Davus' running about fighting against the gathered Zora and his warriors. Sheathing his named blade Polaris drew his makhaira whirling them on their chains.
"But I'm going to find out."
Arthur/ Day 7/ Entrance to Zora’s Domain
Come Out Swinging- The Offspring
Arthur nimbly leaped aside as his personal copy of Davus launched a bolt of lightning at him. Arthur grinned, the rush of battle coming back to him for the first time in ages. He’d taken things a little slow, getting used to his physical body and to wielding the powerful Illumious. Now, getting back into his groove, he was delighted to take on an opponent for himself.
He launched himself at the Davus copy, sword glowing with bright orange flames along the blade, launching a flurry of slices and attacks. He pushed Davus back, who was only able to block with his staff. Despite the size of the sword, it was incredibly light, and Arthur was able to attack with blinding speed. However, he could not get in a hit on Davus, who was able to keep up just enough to block all of his furious blows. Arthur called forth a series of explosions around them, masking the two of them in smoke. Launching himself up with another tremor, Arthur was prepared to finish the fight. Davus could not see where Arthur had gone through the smoke, but as it cleared, he saw just in time as Arthur came streaking down out of the sky, just dodging as Arthur brought the blade down where Davus had just been standing. As it was, the massive tremor shook the whole battlefield. Arthur hoped he hadn’t messed up anyone else’s fight. Ripping the sword back out of the ground and jumping back into the fray, he pulled out a new trick Annie had not learned. He reminded himself to teach it to her later.
Concentrating the power within the blade, and using a massive amount of his own magical energy in the process, time slowed around Arthur. Everything looked slow motion, and as he ran at the Davus copy, things stopped all together. Once again, he launched himself forward, but this time he did not throw his sword. Instead, he held it straight forward, and he approached Davus like a spear shot out of a gun. Within a few feet of him, Arthur released his time grip, and the last thing the Davus copy saw was Arthur seeming materialize out of nowhere, approaching him at breakneck speed, hitting him and passing straight through him. Davus literally exploded upon being pierced with the sword. Soaked in blood, Arthur once again shoved the sword into the ground to stop his propulsion, tumbling to the ground, and then pulling himself up by his sword. He was exhausted, but victorious, and the various auras hanging around the battlefield quickly restored his magical energy.
Nerisse/Zora's Domain Outskirts/Night 7
Nerisse was surprised that the boar was following her, let alone intelligent and sentient. She was caught off guard at first, which was unlike her. Flat-footed was one thing she was never trained to be.
"Very well, I shall join you for a smoother ride back home."
It didn't take long after she got up on her borrowed mount that murals were flashing about the sky. Whatever was going on in Zora's Domain wasn't some average storm.
"We'd be fools not to turn back to aid our friends. Surely your master will need you. And I have a feeling that Lady Bryce is in the thick of whatever the hell this is. Namira needs to know everything."
Hathor snorted and turned around, picking up speed as she charged back toward Zora's Domain.
"And you're right, Nerisse. We can't leave Rykos behind, or to his own devices. Let's show them what the Gerudo are all about."
Drawing her longbow, Nerisse grinned under her mask.
"You're beginning to grow on me, you know. Tell me more about this Rykos fellow..."
Jaden Bryseis/Zora's Domain/Night 7
After Jaden saw Annie shift into a male, he thought it was just the amplifications that everyone was bestowing upon him that was messing with his mind. The crimson tinges in his vision started to become tendrils in addition to the eclipsing peripherals. He could feel his pulse quickening to an optimal rate, and he was grateful that Annie was able to step it up, while he felt bad that the female Zora was downed.
Soldat went flying, but gave Jaden a gift. With how he responded to Beth's presence, he was glad that the paladin didn't know he was her uncle as well as one of the two defining influences in her life.
But when Davus Fulmen could no longer contain himself, Jaden prepared to face one of many primordial beings. With the rage of a Crimson Raider flowing through him as well as his own auras and Soldat's marks, he was ready to take on entire armies.
"Hey, Fulmen! Let me introduce you to my wife."
Putting his Zweihander in his right hand, he drew his mace in his left. The power bracelets he'd acquired removed the need to use an aura to make his favored weapon part of his dual wield kit.
"The mural showed me everything, Bryseis. You couldn't if you tried."
Bringing his weapons to bear, Jaden unleashed a multi-swing combo, but his target kept blinking and flickering in and out of range. It was as though his dynamism had him in multiple places. It was frustrating him even in his focused rage. But he did his best to keep him away from the other battles taking place. Nayru only knew what would happen if they got too close together.
In turn, Jaden was using his Celeritous Charge in concert with other blessings to sidestep and otherwise evade lightning that was moving faster than normal eyes could track. His insight started to unfold a pattern that Fulmen was using. Near left, near left, far back, near right, behind. He repeated the strokes three times, using different combinations to try to force it.
Neither side seemed to be budging. The Feared was trying to out-tactic the tactician. But it wasn't quite ready to work. As he noticed Tuffy, Elizabeth, and Severa handling their own problems, Jaden had that feeling that Fulmen was right behind him on the fifth part of his assault. And the backswing he executed felt like ecstasy when blade met knee, severing both legs mid-limb.
As Davus was falling to the ground, Jaden fiercely swung his darksteel mace upward with a force he'd never imagined. Metal met cranium, and he could feel the tension. But in his follow-through, his rage almost caused him to miss the glorious details of destruction. His target's head had turned to mist, short of one of the eyeballs that smacked him in the forehead. A headless corpse hit the ground with a strong enough force to leave a crater.
Jaden was completely covered in pink, white, and red vapor, and he was fuming. He wanted more carnage. This was what his niece felt like every time she fought...
Roaring with his mace raised to the air, he considered licking it before shaking his head and attempting to ascertain who needed his help. He wasn't that depraved yet.
"Fulmen the Feared, meet Elly Shea. No one survives the introduction!"
Stella Delphinus/ Zora's Domain Entrance/ Early Night 7
Finally haven recovered from electric shock Stella rose back to her feet. She quickly scanned the chaos around her and discovered Davus had somehow copied himself. As he and his doubles went on the attack Stella felt a focused anger rise within. An anger that strangely felt not of her own. Sweeping her staff across the ground Stella flung snow into the face of her attackers and charged at the men.
The Zora captain took on three of the clones at once, swinging her arms around like a tornado. She did a decent job of defending herself, dodging lightning strikes and blocking staff blows. But as the battle wore on more of Davus' doppelgängers joined the fray. Despite landing a lucky kill on an injured clone Stella began feeling tired and overwhelmed. Overpowered, she decided to fall back and regroup with the others.
Raising her weapon in the air she swung it around and channeled the wind currents like a propeller. Snow began to rise skyward as a whiteout snowstorm covered the landscape. Running into the cover of this maelstrom of frozen water Stella made her escape. Silently behind her a copy of Davus followed into the miniature blizzard.
"It's truly ironic" said Davus hidden in the darkness. "The arrogance of your so-called allies never ceases to amaze me."
"What are you babbling about" questioned Stella, eyes searching through the windswept snow for the source of his voice.
"Your future! Four of your companions hail from the future, and yet not one recognizes who you are. Or perhaps I should say who you become."
"The hell do you mean by that" questioned Stella. "You don't know the first thing about me, madman! Who are you to talk about such things?"
"Oh I know everything there is to know about you, Miss Delphinus. Your future, your past, and the final fate that befalls you." That sinister smirk, the one all who faced him saw, seemed to grow wider upon those last words. "Tell me girl. Would you like me to reveal how history remembers you?" Above the Zora's head a bolt of lightning lit up a small portion of the mural around her. Stella tried to look away, tried to ignore the images in front of her. But the temptation of knowing the future was too great. As she gazed upon the ancient drawings, it was as if a whole lifetime flashed before her eyes.
Stella witnessed depictions of her early years, of her fathers passing, of her recent fall from grace. It was the next three images however that caught her completely off guard. In the first she saw herself fighting friend and foe alike on the quest she knew they were about to embark on. The next of the murals caused Stella to visibly cringe as a feeling of physical sickness overcame her. It depicted her lifeless body set aflame in sight of a great dragon. So intense was the heat of this fire that scales and fins peeled off her skin and drifted helplessly to the floor below.
And then the final scene. It showed her companions turning around to face the fallen woman in shock. As a look of disbelief came over their faces Stella saw herself... she could not tell. That part of the image was too distorted. Darkened and blurred by the snow it was impossible to make out her part of the image. It was as if the mural, or perhaps time itself, tried to obscure what dark destiny awaited her.
"I take it you can't see the last one. Very well then. Allow me to explain what the monks who made this image had to say about you." Stella turned her eyes away from the mural as Davus strode slowly into sight.
"She was a failure as a leader, worthless as a warrior, unfit to even bare the name Delphinus! She was nothing but an insecure mouthpiece, desperately clinging to her families' legacy! Now do you see yourself for what you truly are?"
"That's... that's not true! I'm not a failure. I'm the proud, rightful leader of the Delphinus clan! You won't deceive me, Demon! I know your lying!"
"Yes, you sound quite convinced of that don't you" patronized Davus.
"Shut up! I'll kill you!"
Davus and his copies started laughing at her last desperate comeback. "Oh, did I upset you? Do not worry. None of this shall come to pass. By nights end you shall cease to exist, along with the rest of your pathetic tribe!" With these words four of the clones launched lightning at once, causing Stella to dive for cover. As the wind began to calm the snow settled back on the ground. Stella found herself standing near the other Zora already fighting battles of their own.
"Don't worry. I'll provide you cover. Just keep them from getting inside Zora's Domain!"
Kaimu Kotaro, Night Seven, Outside Zora’s Domain
Clones. Why was it always clones.
Davus seemed awfully satisfied with himself so far, even after Rykos had pummeled him into the earth, and covered the entire battlefield with mud. Of course that had been after the rain and the sleet. And now, now it was snowing. Great plumes of snow rocketed up into the air as lightning struck down, and thanks to the distraction of the Davus clones, the Zora brigade was no longer tightly controlling the direction of the lightning strikes.
“Ah, my dear Kotaro.” Davus, or a Davus at least, landed in front of Kaimu, grabbing him by the throat and pinning him to the rocky wall. Kaimu’s vision instantly centered in on Davus, as the last thing he saw beyond the mage was the image of Beth and the newly arrived one, named Severa, riding towards a group of the clones. “I have a secret for you, Kaimu. About your future” He moved in close. Kaimu gurgled as Davus’ grip tightened. He felt his own electrical field dance and scatter as Davus gripped tighter and tighter. The insane man was directly Kaimu’s electricity into himself, using it for power and strength.
“What...” Kaimu managed to get out. Davus seemed ready to answer, but Kaimu kept talking. “...What do I care about your secrets?” He managed to cough out. It was then that the Davus clone realized one of Kaimu’s fins was missing. He went to turn, but was too late, the boomerang fin had already returned, and knocked him directly in the face. Kaimu held out his other fin, and as the Davus-clone fell backwards, he was impaled upon it’s sharp edges.
He pushed the clone into the ground, and watched as Vector swooped in and began to feast.
“And for the last time, it’s Eridanus, not Kotaro.” He wasted no time in rushing over to the retreating Stella. On his way he sliced cleanly through the neck of another Davus clone, but was too late to rescue the Zora that had been battling it, who now slumped dead against the rocky wall. He looked grimly at Stella.
“You will guard this entrance with your life?” He asked her. She nodded a simple yes. “Then you are certainly honorable in my eyes.” He bowed every so quickly and rushed back out onto the field, and realized with a horrified stare that Davus had multiplied again. Polaris and the boy...or was it a girl? He kept losing track, but regardless both had taken to slaughtering clones, and yet the numbers were somehow not falling as rapidly as they should.
And yet, by that same measure, the clones were getting weaker. Davus was getting spread thin. Kaimu rushed to Polaris.
“Polaris!” The red general stopped from his massacre briefly. “The numbers aren't dropping, they’re growing. But he’s getting weaker!”
“Yes, I’ve noticed. Do you think he’s near the end?”
“Davus is no fool, you and I both know that. He has something up his sleeve. We can’t let him keep separating our attention. We need to gather ourselves together and corner him, force his hand.” He paused and was shocked as he caught the briefest glimpse of an incredible sight in the mural. It was two images flashing back and forth. Everyone but Davus dead was the first. And the second was Polaris, heroically standing over the corpse of Davus with his allies on their feet cheering. Davus was showing both possible futures. He was taunting them.
Elizabeth/Zora's Domain/Night 7
Epica - Storm the Sorrow
It didn't take too long after the combined efforts of Elizabeth and Severa before Fulmen had just had it with trying to go it alone in this battle. Instead, he duplicated himself to the point of absurdity in Beth's mind. But in Beth's mind, primordials didn't make sense. They only wanted to bring the end and create a revolution to the origin. An origin of a world in their image of lightning, ice, and fire.
As long as they kept moving, Elizabeth and Severa both felt it would be harder to be overwhelmed by all of the Fulmen clones. Two in particular kept pursuing them as Myr-Acharn weaved between bolts of supercharged lightning. Beth was becoming further incensed when her ride-by attempts were foiled. The clones could teleport. They were anticipating her riding pattern. But as projectiles of shocking proportion were flying by her, she could feel the seals on Apocrypha start to loosen.
When this happened before, she almost died from exposure to Soldat's holy energies. Was the sword self-aware? Was it trying to protect her? Exposing the Starborn Edge beneath caused her much pain before. But something was different. A pale green lattice of fallen light started to weave itself around her right gauntlet, lacing a pattern that would ward her hand. When it completed, Apocrypha became amorphous and traveled up her right arm, over her shoulders, and re-materialized whole in her left hand, which was still grasping the reins. But did her new mount trust her enough to let her steer with her legs alone?
There was only one way to determine such a possibility. But this was no time to take risks. She could feel a light tingling in her right hand, but it was better than the searing pain she had experienced three days earlier.
Myr-Acharn did not seem to mind leg pressure. She also didn't seem to mind Beth waving a bright light violet blade about. Exposure to her mother's sword did open her mind amidst the focused rage coursing through her, and one of the things she spoke of in Beth's youth presented itself. Her eyes began to glow with a pale green. The Edge foresaw great danger...
In a flash forward, Beth's vision turned monochromatic. She saw three different scenes playing out in her mind. In the first, two clones were flying in pursuit, firing all sorts of lightning. Myr-Acharn was starting to falter, and the clones fired a furious chain that electrocuted all three to death. In the second, one clone peeled off after Severa slashed it across the chest with her flammenschwert. But the other flanked them and knocked them both off of their mount. The final possible future involved Severa keeping both clones off of their group, but Beth alone went flying after taking a bolt to the side. It was a painful landing, but only one of them would be hurt, and they would both live with Severa still mounted. Elizabeth chose to believe future number three.
Color was restored to her vision as all three futures melded into one. Two of these futures didn't belong to her, and Beth braced herself for the pain as she quickly yelled to her friend.
"Severa, take the reins!"
She didn't even get a chance to hand them to Severa. Feeling the entire right side of her body tense up as she was dismounted, Beth went feet over head in the air before landing hard on her back. Still bewildered why she would see what her mother would during such an intense fight, she stumbled to her feet, seething with indignation.
Focused morbidly on her target, Beth replied to Severa with murder most foul in her eyes.
"Sourbeneton's False Light repels all fear, Severa!"
With a Scion's blade in her right hand and her sword of secrets in the other, Elizabeth charged her adversary with blinding speed. But similar to her uncle, who had been experiencing a problem like hers, Fulmen knew how to get right under her skin by staying just out of reach. It wasn't flashing away before the slashes, stabs, or flourishing strikes that Fulmen was up to. He would sway at the last possible second. Sidestepping. Cackling. Playing right into her hands.
Absorbing that lightning before she was thrown from her horse gave her an insight into Fulmen's fearsome madness. There were countering jolts of pain in between her failed attacks that brought other memories back into the fore. That fight with her mother right before she was thrown into the Orrery. Before she was lost in time and space for nearly three months...
Feinting with four strokes, Elizabeth finally connected with Davus, slashing him solidly in the abdomen with her mother's sword. She could feel how perfectly balanced it was as flesh and viscera seared beneath it. It didn't take much force to go deep with it at all. And that was the opening she needed. This dance of fate had a new leader, and it was a high priestess, not a primordial. Taking Apocrypha swiftly as a follow-up, Beth smashed Davus on the left side of his face with the hilt, stunning him briefly.
He recovered before Beth could strike with the Scion's Sword again, becoming more evasive. She was marching through streams of lightning from his staff to score more hits. Smoke was flowing from her freely, and blood was flowing from her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. Her heartbeat had become irregular, and it was hard for her to stay on her feet. Furthermore, hunger pangs were starting to overcome her after taking so much damage. Those kinds of hunger pangs. This fight had to end before she did.
Tapping into a level of inner fortitude she never dreamed of possessing, Elizabeth made one final charge at Davus. She did her best not to flinch when she breached his personal electric field, but instead of slashing him through the heart, she swung as hard as she could with Apocrypha and hit him in the face with the flat of the blade, wrenching his neck to the right.
At this point, she didn't care how much of a shock she was in for. Grappling Fulmen, she drove the Starborn Edge through his right collarbone and bit hard on his neck. She could feel dark scarlet lifeblood spraying all over her hands as she locked him into place. As Elizabeth was draining the life from him, she could feel his body tense up with the same kind of electric agony he had been filling her with throughout the duration of their duel. And he was unloading every volt he could into her. However, his blood was healing her just enough to keep her alive through his desperation until the tap went dry and his body went limp.
Elizabeth's face was covered in a dark red that had a dry electric tingle to it. Vitae was dripping from her chin, and she grinned hard as she removed her victim's head as it fell, carrying it by the hair. In an attempt to help Severa, she threw the decapitated clone cranium at her copy of Davus to create an opening. Her body was aching in ways she'd never wanted to dream, but the primordial's wellspring of life sustained her enough to keep fighting.
Arthur/Entrance to Zora’s Domain/ Night 7
Arthur let out a laugh, reveling in the epic combat. As night began to come, and the moon began to rise, he felt his strength surge. Combined with the strength from Jaden’s aura, he was in near-peak form; he felt as though he were wearing a bunny hood and golden gauntlets. He ran, jumped and launched across the field, taking sick pleasure in unleashing explosive power inside every clone he pierced. Each clone he took on had ended as nothing but a red mist.
At first, they had been tough opponents. His first victim managed to dodge a lethal blow through a cloud of smoke, forcing Arthur to reach deep into his bag of tricks to take down the clone. He then turned his attention to several Zora warriors being attacked by clones.
Arthur ran towards the Zora who seemed to be struggling the most. One in particular was writhing on the ground as Davus laughed maniacally and blasted the poor creature with intense lightning. Arthur leapt up, pushing himself with atmospheric wind, and then came crashing down at the clone. This clone, like the first he had faced, dodged, but this time Arthur didn’t have to reach so deep. Instead, powered by the rising moon and Jaden’s Aura, he unleashed a flurry of attacks almost too fast to be seen. This time, the flurry of attacks was too fast for the clone to block. Arthur faked left and before the clone could blink, his left arm was gone; Arthur stabbed and another clone burst into a fine red mist. Arthur ignored the Zora; he might have already been dead. It wasn’t his concern.
Now the clones were getting weaker, and Arthur was killing them with ease. A few strokes was all it took now; the weakening clones couldn’t keep up. Across the area on which they fought, Arthur saw a small group of Zoras ttrying to hold out an even larger group of clones.
Arthur ran across the battlefield, and as the clones approached the zora he swung the sword again, this time setting of a chain explosions under the ground. Like a landmine going off, smoke, dirt and bodies flew into the air. The clones were getting even easier; he’d probably taken out several with that trick alone. Continuing to rush to the aid of the zoras, he ran straight into the smoke; what he didn’t realize until it cleared was that he was now in the middle of a dozen clones, all approaching him and him alone.
The clones began to laugh maniacally, and one of them yelled out at Arthur. “I know what you are, foolish boy! And you, girl, do you even know what you have done to yourself? That sword will be your downfall! How would you like to be trapped in it for a few more centuries, like your friend here was before you? You’ve been used; you’re just his ticket to freedom!”
“Shut up, you sick bastard! It’s not like that! And you have no idea what I am! You have no idea what I can do!” Before any of the clones could say more, Arthur exploded the circle around him, killing several clones. In the smoke and chaos, he sought out the remaining clones, leaving a trail of misty bloodstains as he slaughtered the weakening clones. But the remaining clones still laughed, taunting him. “Arthur, don’t you want to see your future? I’m sure Annie would be interested as well!” As the smoke cleared, even more clones now surrounded him, and he was unsure how much longer he could keep this up, no matter how weakened the clones became. And then he felt two dozen streaks of lighting hit him all at once.
Arthur just hoped he’d done enough to help out the Zoras guarding Zora’s Domain.
Outside Zora’s Domain, Night Seven, Severa
Still feeling energized from Beth’s words, Severa took the reigns of her new horse, and began to wildly ride around the battlefield, distracting as many clones as she could. It was obvious that they were both multiplying and weakening, but that didn’t mean the toll they had already taken upon the group wasn’t vast. Beth had managed to feast upon one clone, and if Severa knew anything about Beth at all, it was that she had been very near defeat and possibly death prior to her feasting.
Others were also not faring so well. The boy/girl in the distance took several lightning strikes at once, and while they were a far cry from true lightning, which would kill a man, they were nothing to scoff at.
Severa felt something strike her in the side, and was knocked clear off of the horse. Today had not been a good day for her and horses.
She rose from the ground, only to get punched in the face by a Davus clone.
“Why...Why are you after me?” Her lunar and solar gauntlets flashed with energy, as she tried to buy time with questions. She punched a clone back, the raw power of her gauntlets blowing his head open. They were getting very weak, dying at the drop of a pin.
“Your father.” Began one clone, who was interrupted as Severa’s sword sliced deeply into him. She turned, and another clone was already in front of her, picking up right where the first left off. “Your father was not always named Fulmaren. He is of the same origin as I, he too was a Fulmen. But the damned witch took him. She broke his link to my master, and claimed him as her own. My master was never able to-” Severa stabbed the rambling clone in the throat and then raised her free hand into the air. She began shooting solar energy into the sky, at levels she had never attempted before. But Davus wasn’t the only one with stolen technology from Sirius. Her gauntlets were special, capable of absorbing energy and converting it into solar and lunar power.
She switched both gauntlets to solar mode, and activated her belt and boots as well. Sunlight beamed from her body, lighting up a massive one hundred foot area around her, even lightning up the sky above. But it didn’t stop the clones from coming.
“As we were saying, dear Severa. Your father Sirius Fulmaren was named Sirius Fulmen, and he and were...well not brothers, but let’s just say kin. That damned witch did something to him, broke his link to my master, and made it so he could never again be controlled.”
“I don’t care!” Severa screamed, grabbing onto a clone’s face with her gauntlet, the solar energy so powerful it burned his skin off. The only thing stopping the agony of pain on the clone’s face was the swift death Severa brought upon him with her sword.
“Oh, but you should.” Yet another clone appeared. “You are our chance at revenge. You are not protected by the witch. You are going to be a dark soldier of my master.”
“Your master? Your master?!” Severa was practically mocking him. “Your master pales in comparison to my master!” She smiled. The fear was gone. The sunlight grew so bright, it may as well have been day. And with the sun growing bright, her smile grew, and Beth was once more at her side. The two mounted her horse once more, and began the slaughter. Neither spoke as they rode around.
Davus’ clones did not run, did not back down. But the twinges of hesitation, the looks of surprise, they were more than enough to reveal his falter. Severa and Beth pulled off the impossible, standing atop horseback, swapping positions, swinging swords. Missing one another by mere inches as they danced amongst their swordplay, effectively dancing through the murder of the clone brigade. One would drop off the side of horseback as the other held her in place, allowing amazing feats of combat, and then fluidly they would switch.
The sun grew brighter and brighter, and Severa’s gauntlets began to absorb lightning in great force. Davus clones were so weak now that the smallest of attacks would destroy them. The real Davus would have to emerge again soon.
“Enough!” The horse skidded to a stop, and both Beth and Severa did immaculate forward flips onto the ground near the entrance to Zora's Domain, landing in unison and turning, cleaving four more clones down before them. “This stops now!”
'Jaden/Zora's Domain/Night 7'
Pumping his fist in the air, Jaden saw Tuffy race over to the Zora guards facing a large amount of primordial clones. And it seemed Elizabeth was doing fairly well for herself. He needed to see her limits. But he wasn't too pleased with how she had dispatched her opponent as he was making his way over to the small containment unit. Had she fallen to the point of cannibalism to keep up appearances? Or was she actually healing herself?
Jaden let out a shout to inspire the troops, followed by Admiral Lord Tuffington III, Esquire's inspiring roar. Clones had been starting to overwhelm them.
The commanding officer wasn't too pleased to see Jaden and his lion coming to bail them out at first. But they were fighting with a new fervor as the clones were starting to weaken. Quantity was priority one for Davus at this point. Between ripping the throat out of one clone by Tuffy and Jaden harvesting a few others, containment was made much easier. Resisting electricity thanks to Jaden's aura helped as well.
"Hold it together! If someone tries to kill you, you kill them right back."
Soldat/Zora's Domain/Night 7
Rain turned to slush turned to snow. Another combatant joined the battle on their side. Davus retaliated by creating a copy of himself for every present save for the rank and file Zora. Soldat only smiled at the sight of this. "A cheap polar trick, Yasu could do that with light magic by the time we were ten. This was the power of this 'primordial one' the Hyruleans all feared?" The Paladin was incapable of grasping why his companies were so terrified of this time traveling mage. He could only assume they still just had such a low standard for what passed as wizardry; though a small part of him wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt. Maybe this person had been more trouble for them in that past and it was merely those memories driving their fear. Regardless the battle would be done soon.
One after another the copies were taken out by the other fighters. some with little effort at all. It appeared Soldat's preparations for a final strike would be unnecessary. He was about to end his part in the assault and focus on tending to the injured one of the copies appeared before him. "Man or demon? I suppose now I will get to find out what you really are."
A bolt of lightning came flying from Davus' staff before the Paladin could so much as twitch a muscle. It would have hit him dead in the face had the shell of light bound to his armor and formed a barrier in front of him. Soldat wasn't completely sure if he had done so himself on reflex or if it was somehow Yasu protecting him. Either way it didn't matter, the light barrier was going him an opening he had to take.
Soldat darted though the light suppressing the mage with a slash to his eyes. Davus still managed to dodge but the swords radiance was still enough to distort his vision. The Paladin followed through with a quick stab but the lightning mage anticipated and parried causing their weapons to lock.
Their mage's power coursed through Soldat's pinned blade rendering him nearly paralyzed from the raw voltage. A bemused smile grew on Davus clones face, "Soldat du Ciel, would you like to know the future of your precious order? Would you like me to show you how it will wonder crumble?"
"No," Soldat responded flatly just as the copy was beginning to lift his had to create another mural. By raw force of will the Paladin raised his shield and bashed Davus in the face; forcing the two appear and slashing open the mage's forearm. "The future of the order is mine to forge. I have no use for the ramblings of a madman. And believe me..."
Soldat lunged forward running the Clone Davus strait the heart. He pulled the fading clone in close enough to make sure it could hear his parting words, so close he couldn't see that the liquid coming out of the false Davus' mount and leaking onto his shoulder wasn't blood. "...you are just a man, and I have no reason to fear men."
Without warning the "corpse" exploded showing the one who vanquished it with the same silvery liquid that it had just been bleeding. Soldat figured it was likely another Davus' tricks but he had no time to dwell on it. As he looked around the battlefield he saw more and more copies of Davus appear; and while it was clear from the easy they were dispatched he didn't want to risk letting this skirmish turn into a battle of attrition.
Fortunately the stun spell he'd waved into his sword earlier was still in place. It would appear his preparations weren't in vain after all. Though now that he wouldn't be firing off at point blank range there was more than just Jaden's ability to dodge to take in to consideration. Regardless nothing would be gained by hesitating.
The Paladin raised his luminescent sword into the air, its radiance flickering for a brief moment while he focused its power. "Light Burst," with the calm utterance of the attacks name to reinforce his focus the Sword of Light surge with energy erupting forth with dozens of large blasts of light magic. Each one powerful enough to down a weaker foe from a single strike, each one laced with a stunning blow to ensure any who survived the first would soon follow their kin.
Polaris Eridanus/ Zora’s Domain/ Night of the 7th
“Davus is no fool, you and I both know that. He has something up his sleeve. We can’t let him keep separating our attention. We need to gather ourselves together and corner him, force his hand.”
Kaimu was right, with each clone that fell at the hands of a hero two more came into existence to step into the place of the fallen one. The clones were growing weaker, but they were also growing in number, strength wouldn’t matter when they were outnumbered one hundred to one and utterly exhausted. Davus’ hydraen stratergy would eventually win the day if something wasn’t done to offset them.
”Kaimu, to me. Kaimu!
The elder Zora gazed into the otherworldly ring summoned by the Feared, eyes fixed on some future occurrence no doubt, the general intentionally refused to look choosing to forego the opportunity to view what glimpse the abomination may foretell. Once more, and rather forcefully Polaris called his ancestors name.
Kaimu! Forgive my brashness, but damnit I said TO ME”
The progenitor of the Eridanus line reluctantly pulled his gaze from the spinning wheel of time, nodded and ran over to Polaris. “Sorry about that. You have a plan?”
As clones fell at the hands of the assorted heroes, Polaris stepped forward projecting his voice across the battlefield.
”Friends and allies, stop what you’re..”
Polaris spun, turning his back on the battlefield as a blinding flash of light combined with that which Severa had already produced, creating a flashbang so violent that it literally melted the clones closest to the paladin and either killed or incapacitated the rest of the clones on the field. Two, three, four breaths Polaris waited as the only sounds on the field were the groaning and cursing of the Water Dragon fellowship.
Returning his gaze to the bloody swamp that once was the entrance to Zora’s Domain, Polaris observed the aftermath of the powder keg of holy light magic. Viscera rained down from above, heroes staggered to and fro, bewildered by the blast. Jaden and Beth were far enough from the blast that there didn’t appear to be any lasting damage although Lizzy had dropped to a knee as a coughing fit overtook her while her body visibly smoked.
“This isn’t over.” Kaimu called from behind. Polaris grunted his agreement.
”Everyone, to me now. Davus is far from finished.”
There were weak murmurs of agreement from some, others cursed and rubbed at their eyes as the struggled to clear the spots from their sight. Only Lizzy seemed to have any difficulty making her way over, and she still fought her way upright and limped towards the re-forming group. In a move that she definitely wouldn’t approve of, Polaris decided to expedite her journey. Stamping his foot on the ground a miniature wave of red ice burst forth from the place of impact and raced towards and around the hobbled goddess of gore. The cold ice wrapped around her torso gently, whisking her off of her feet and returning her to him. Polaris looked down on the defiant woman,
”Curse me later.”
The carnage that surrounded them made Polaris sick. It made him sick and angry. Every eye in the group was on him. ”Just a moment. Polaris wiggled through the crowd and to the open mouth of the cave entrance to Zora’s Domain. Wading into the bloodied waters Polaris, raised his hands and the waters shot up to the entryway, fitting into the gap and freezing, a solid crimson block barred re-entry to the domain. Striding back to the group, Polaris looked on their beleaguered faces, they had each acquitted themselves admirable, all of them had experienced their own minor victories against the Feared foe, but it was time to end this dance. A subzero red hued mist was rolling off of the general, seeping from his pores and nearly every orifice imaginable.
The mist hung in the air, undulating around them in a mockery of Davus’ timeline ring. ”Keep to the center, avoid the mist…it will be most unpleasant if you come into contact with it even briefly. And above all else, be ready for anything, Davus is an agent of chaos. If he’s anything, it’s predictably unpredictable.”
Rathon Boldstyre / Zora’s Domain Tombs / Night 7
As the Zora messenger scuttled away to find his king, Rathon retreated to the centre of the catacomb and sat cross legged on the stone floor knowing that the king would never cooperated with him without a fight Rathon knew he had to prepare. He fell into deep concentration and moulded the dark energies of the chamber to his own will. He let this power flow through him and channelled it into the bones of the many dead surrounding him. As time passed Rathon slowly awakened every corpse surrounding him and yet they remained still, laying in wait for their command.
Time passed and Rathon sat quietly, simply waiting until he had waited long enough. He had expected to be interrupted before he had time to raise the entire room and yet here he was with an army at his heels and nothing to fight. It was at this moment that he stood, and his fellow undead rose beside him. From every casket and every grave a Zora warrior awakened, armed with the equipment they had died battling with.
These soldiers of death stood in line behind their new leader. Pleased with the sheer number he had amassed Rathon turned to face the horde of stalfos and instead of giving an arrogant speech as the generals of the living would, he simply shouted a single command.
“We regroup on the field at dawn.” He roared, words echoing in the vast chamber. “Give them hell”
And with this, the room erupted into chaos, a swarm of undead Zora rushing into the labyrinths of the domain. Above the noise of this disharmony Gor Dargo addressed Rathon.
“You’ll be heading for Tiburon now I presume?” He asked.
“No.” Rathon replied bluntly. “I have my army now. He wasted his peaceful way out with his failure to present himself.”
“And what if your army is defeated?” Argued the Goron spirit. “Being undead does not make them invincible.”
“They will not be defeated.” was the stubborn retort from Rathon. “Some will fall, I will not deny it, but they are expendable. Crushing Ordon will not require a force this large.”
As the conversation fell quiet, Rathon followed behind his warriors. He was no leader, he stayed back and simply watched as chaos unfolded before his very eyes. It may not have been completely necessary or justified, but this attack would prepare his troops for the real prize, and fanned the flames of revenge lingering in Rathons soul.
Davus - Outside Zora’s Domain - Night Seven
The clone brigade had done its damage. Zora bodies lay on the ground, and even the stronger of the warriors seemed weak. Though amusingly, much of the damage some of them now experienced, notably Beth, was thanks to her own so called allies. Soldats brazen burst of light had brought her to her knees, and Polaris was forced to assist her.
Severa’s light had dispersed the storm, but seemed to conflict with the lunar capabilities of the rest. It was chaos, and for all the progress these heroes felt they were making, Davus still felt himself to be the winner. He was on top.
Despite Soldat’s victory against the clones, Polaris’ words and actions gave away the fact that unity was hard to come by amongst these people. They barely gathered together, with the red general practically dragging Beth over, as he simultaneously sealed off Zora’s Domain. As if that would help.
Lightning struck the ground in front of the group, and the real Davus stood before them again. The tip of his staff shone with an object that was likely all too familiar to much of the group.
“Oh this?” He nodded his head at the object. “My time stone. Feel free to try and attack it, I’m sure it would be an absolute blast as you destroy your own timeline and fall into dust. Trust me, at least one person here has tried it before and been lost to history forever.” He paused to give the group a moment to contemplate his contradictory words. And in fitting Fulmen fashion, lightning began to strike both himself and the Zora guard over and over. The Zora’s attempted to react with their electrical shields, but the bolts were cleaving straight through them.
Davus felt his body aging as he used the timestone to sap his own timeline to gain strength. One by one, as the lighting struck the Zora, they grew five times in size, and turned upon the remaining heroes. Kaimu and Polaris seemed able to at least defend their fellow vital players. Davus briefly mused on how the named ones always managed to live, but their foot soldiers did not. Seemed awfully convenient.
“Well, friends, we seem to be at the end.” He bowed before them and fired a spray of magnetic liquid through the air, watching as it landed upon each and every one of them. With a flick of his wrist, the entire group collided together, collapsing into a heap on the ground as Davus’ newly acquired giant Zora soldiers advanced upon them.
Soldat/Zora's Domain/Evening 7
Possessing and enlarging a number of Zora and binding everyone together so they couldn't effectively fight back; even Soldat had to admit it was a fairly impressive move. While the mage did seem to sacrifice some of his own life to pull it off, it was impossible to tell if he did so out of desperation or simply because he was beyond such concerns.
"You all seem to know this man so tell me, if we kill him while those Zora be spared and returned to normal?" Soldat asked in vain. No one seemed to answer, perhaps they didn't know, perhaps they did but didn't want to admit it. He had no way to tell as being stuck in the front of the group made it impossible to read expressions. "Well, I suppose then we can only try and see."
The marks Soldat has place on the others vanished restoring his physical strength to it proper peak. The rune he placed on Jaden also faded and in its place a new Rune of the Stalwart appeared on Soldat's left arm, increasing fortitude, endurance, stamina, and pain tolerance.
Once again he drew light energy from his sword and surrounded his body with it, but this time the light was under his armor. After a brief second to focus the light erupted, shredding the straps and buckles of Soldat's armor and freeing him of magnetic liquid that it had been covered with.
Soldat ran towards the mage, his shield at the ready. As he grew closer a blinding light exploded from his sword, briefly hiding him from his enemies view. After a quick change in direction to avoid any pre-aimed, Soldat leaped from the radiant glare and slashed strait from Davus' eyes.
Polaris Eridanus/ Outside Zora's Domain/ Evening of the 7th
"...tell me, if we kill him will those Zora be spared and returned to normal?"
In the confusion of the situation no one seemed to answer the paladin save Polaris,
"I'm afraid not my friend. Davus won't be keen to release his grip upon them, even in death. No, they'll die by our hands or we by theirs."
And those were lost on the wind as the strikingly familiar knight discarded his armor and charged forward to engage Fulmen. Using a burst of light as decoy, Soldat leapt high above the flash and lashed out at Davus in righteous anger.
Polaris was unable to see what happened next though as one of the enraged Giant Zora bull rushed him and, had it not been for a rather graceless belly flop at the last possible moment, Polaris' would've been skewered by the heathens oversized spear nauseatingly similar to an olive on a toothpick.
Climbing back to his feet, Polaris stared down the almost feral giant form of his one time countryman. The beast roared in outrage, or perhaps anguish as it circled and then charged again. The massive spear head bore down on the general at the awkward rolling gate of the giant, there was no deflecting it, Polaris knew that he was outclassed strength wise here.
Somersaulting high into the air, Polaris landed with the grace of an acrobat along the haft of the spear, feet instantly freezing in place.
The giant Zora stopped, and grumbled something unintelligible to Polaris and began to violently shake his spear jostling Polaris every which way. During the ordeal Winters a Tide slid from it's scabbard and landed with a squelch in the muck below.
Exhausting himself the large Zora roared at the disoriented crimson Zora who still was sealed to his spear. As the giant panted and cursed no doubt in some giant babble, Polaris regained his balance and sprinted up the shaft of the spear, vaulting upward when he stepped on the giants wrist, Polaris planted a red ice fueled knee under the beasts chin.
As the monster stumbled, Polaris kicked hard off of it's shoulder and landed on one knee beside his sword. Ignoring the weapon Polaris rose to his full height,
"Kaimu! I'll distract him, you go in for the kill! Speed now friend! Safety in hell!"
Unsure if Kaimu even heard him, Polaris raised his arms high above his head, focusing intently and muttering to himself. The huge swirling cloud of crimson mist stopped swirling and formed up like some bloody nimbus above Polaris' head. Polaris swung first his right, and then his left hand towards the creature, corresponding whips of crimson tore out from the cloud, lashing at the beast with the fiery cold of Polaris' element.
Everytime the creature tried to advance, Polaris lashed it across the chest, arm, leg or back. With the creature so wholly distracted by the general, Kaimu had a beautiful opening for the kill.
Kaimu Eridanus - Outside Zora’s Domain - Night Seven
Never in his years of experience against Davus had Kaimu encountered this level of intensity, creativity, or sheer evil intent. The man seemed to know a critical impasse was coming, and was willing to go so far as to sap his own life force to bring down his enemies.
Soldat seemed hopeful that Davus was the type to release his victims under the right circumstances. Kaimu knew better. His entire village was decimated by the man for reasons Kaimu himself wasn’t entirely sure of, except perhaps that Davus knew Kaimu’s link to Polaris, and the lightning mage’s previous dealings with the red general had pushed him to the acts.
Giant Zora, a fitting enemy for Davus to use. His manipulations and fear invoking murals of the future were best summed up by grandiose acts of control over his enemy.
"Kaimu! I'll distract him, you go in for the kill! Speed now friend! Safety in hell!"
Polaris struggled back against the gigantic Zora, and lashed continuously with whips of crimson, keeping the beast at bay. Kaimu obliged the request, and rushed around behind the beast. Just as he did, a second one came into his path, although it seemed focused on charging towards others in the group, rather than Kainu. Thinking quickly, Kaimu dropped to the ground and slid between the giant’s legs, springing up into a run after getting past the second giant Zora.
Making a hard turn to his right, he aimed himself for the Zora Polaris was distracting, and whistled loudly for Vector. The keese swarmed in, and his signature ability was at last displayed. He swirled into a tight spin, and seemed to grow in size just as the Zora’s had, though not nearly to the same scale. However, his claws had grown large enough to threaten any creature. Vector stabbed into the Zora’s head, and sunk its claws into the creature's skull, leaning down and biting tightly as well.
Kaimu cringed at what he was doing to his own kind, but knew that their fate had been sealed the moment Davus struck, death was the only way to save them now. With both Vector and Polaris attacking the creature, Kaimu’s opening was clear. He pointed his fins forward, and jumped upwards with all the force he could. The desire to shut his eyes was strong, but fear of a mistake kept them wide open. He disgustingly felt his fins slice through the back of the Zora, moving upwards and meeting the claws of Vector, who gripped onto Kaimu and flew forward with all his might.
“Polaris, drop to the ground and kick upwards!” Kaimu shouted. Vector pulled Kaimu straight through, blowing the giant Zora’s head apart, just as Polaris dropped down and kicked up, knocking the headless body away, and avoiding the careening Kaimu over his head. Kaimu landed, rolled, stood up, and turned to face Polaris.
“Now focus on Davus!” He looked at the ground and spotted a pair of small lightning bolt shaped objects. He picked it up and instantly yelled in agony as they moved on their own and fused to his boomerang fins. He heard a voice rattling in his head. The voice of Sirius.
Congratulations stranger, or perhaps we’ve met? Hard to say since this is a recorded message. It seems that you have claimed an object of my creation. Whether you stole it, received it as a gift, or looted it off a dead body, it doesn’t matter. Enjoy your brand new Sferic Charm! Warning: some pain included.
With the warning of pain arriving just as it was wearing off, Kaimu’s hatred for Sirius barely outweighed his hatred for Davus, after what the man had just made him do. Suddenly the voice of Sirius came rattling back in.
Oops, forgot to explain how it works. Although this is a recorded message, so that doesn’t make sense...Let’s move on. I made this in an attempt to get my daughter to listen to me, for all the good that did. It amplifies sound into dangerously lethal levels, and can be controlled to get the weak willed to listen to you with little effort. Also, some pain included.
“Agh!” Kaimu cringed as he felt another jolt in his body, a parting gift from Sirius for claiming the item. He shook off the pain and raced in towards Davus, who was exchanging strikes with Soldat, and now Polaris as well.
Davus pivoted and fought back against Soldat. Staff versus sword. With the storm dissipated, his lightning discharged to control the Zora’s, and his age rapidly increasing, he was down to little more than weapon combat.
In that regard, Soldat was on even ground. And when Polaris rushed in, things became increasingly difficult. He focused with all his might, timing his blocks between both Soldat and Polaris, using electric strikes when he could to hold them off.
And then Kaimu showed up as well. Three on one, Davus felt his confidence surge. And yet, he still seemed to be struggling. The timestone was working too quickly, he had only one option.
“Don’t fall, little girl!” He cried, no doubt confusing his three attackers.
“Urk!” Kaimu halted in place, and while Soldat continued his onslaught, Polaris turned and saw the blade sticking through Kaimu’s chest, having gone straight into his back. Kaimu fell to the ground and Polaris vanished without a trace in seconds. Soldat was forced to stop and turn, and when he did - there stood Severa, eyes jet black, face twisted in rage. Behind her slumped Beth, unconscious and near death. She laughed with the maniacal edge normally only reserved for Davus. He had managed to control her just the same way he controlled the Zora’s. And Kaimu had paid the price, already dead on the ground. Without even interrupting her laughter, Severa sliced through Vector as well, dropping the keese in two pieces.
She felt nothing. Severa laughed with no feelings, smirked with no feelings. She saw only commands, and darkness. She looked on, and noticed that Jaden was still present. It seemed his timeline persisted despite the lack of Polaris. She looked down at the collapsed and dying Beth. Still she felt nothing.
She stepped up to Soldat, who was now gaining against Davus, bringing him to his knees.
“No.” She said simply, hitting him in the head with the side of her sword, burning his face and knocking him to the ground. “Leave the master be.”
Ella Huntley/Night Seven/Outside Zora's Domain
The fight was chaotic and hectic. Ella elected to avoid most of it, with the acrid tang of ozone stinging her nostrils. Great peals of unnatural thunder rocked against her hearing. This was an evil not to be trifled with, and she was in no shape to face it directly. That was until the crazed man had somehow managed to duplicate himself. Ella, then, had no choice but to defend herself. The pole, extendable as it was, proved a rather adequate defense against the man's clone. It kept them at a distance, and it was wooden enough to resist the better part of the electrical discharge from his magic.
She even managed to kill a few before Fulmen gave up on this strategy. Ella joined with the rest of the group facing off against the Feared, though she viewed some of them as just as bad as he. Hammering footfalls from giant beasts approached them.
"...if we kill him while those Zora be spared and returned to normal?"
"Right," Ella muttered under her breath, "giant Zora. Of course!"
And so the fighting continued. Ella, again, let the heavy-hitters take care of the giants and maintained a bit of distance, extending pole at the ready in case it sounded like someone needed help. She did hear something.
Something heavy and solid had landed in the mud in front of her. Carefully, prodded it with the pole. It was hard and solid. She bent to inspect it further. It froze her fingers to touch. But it had a blade, and a haft. It was a sword. When she hefted it from the ground, she felt a cold power tingle up her arms. It invigorated her, refreshing her with that chilling bite. She was filled with confidence.
A shout broke across the battlefield. "Don’t fall, little girl!"
And suddenly, but for the twisted cackle of Severa, there was silence. A body hit the mud. Then, after but a moment, the silence broke.
"Lord Kaimu!" shouted some woman Ella didn't know. "Beth! No!" came a shout from Jaden.
Beth! Bryce is here... Ella tightened her grip on her new found weapon. She knew why it had landed in front of her, and no one else. It had been meant for her to use. Where was Bloody Beth? The heavy footfalls of Jaden squelched in the mud. She stalked after him and heard him fall to his knees. "You can't... Not you, too. I can save you!"
Ella frowned. Poor Jaden.. She pushed him aside before he could react, his distraction by Beth's condition and the memories of loss coursing through his mind were his undoing. With icy blade in hand, she struck down. There was a high-pitched gasp, a gurgle of bloody breath, a feeling of deep unrest, and the deed was done. She spat on the cold corpse, and the saliva crackled as it contacted fresh ice.
“No,” said Severa, accompanied by the sound of a hard slap and another body hitting the ground. “Leave the master be.”
Ella turned to her voice. "You're next, bitch."
Elizabeth/ Zora's Domain/ Night 7
Hearing Soldat shout was the last thing she heard before being knocked prone. Everything was ringing and she could feel every bit of her body wrack in agony. Stumbling to her knee, Polaris was able to assist in getting her back to the group. She could see him say something but the ringing was still canceling all other noise. Then she was sprayed with silver goo. Then there was a sudden system shock, and everything faded from view. Was this it?
Elizabeth could feel all the pain from the outside pulsing within. When her eyes opened, a familiar face greeted her in a vast domed room. This room had various colored ribbons adorned throughout. Silver ran through the center. Pale green, dark red, and violet white also ran about.
"Sister, I wished to come to you under another circumstance. But I reach across time to tell you that you can still be saved"
It was Tristan. He was clad in robes of orange and red. His rose gold hair fell almost to halfway down his back. And his eyes glowed a deep purple. Must be night where his time was. He aged well and was just about everything she thought he was to become. Along with an intricate star metal staff.
"Everyone keeps trying to save me. I still have no clue from what. Jaden came to take the Starborn Edge. No other reason, brother."
"Wrong, Beth. If you live, ask him. No time to explain. But mom doesn't know about me being here or why Jaden is there. Know we love you. Know we"
Tristan's form faded and flickered from view to be replaced by that of her father. Aris Mastigos himself. Clad in full celestial vestments, he countered his son's spell.
"Tristan is right. Sourbeneton will discard you as soon as he has what he wants. We can help you if you let us. Kae also doesn't know about this. But she is wrong. And if you decide to take a path other than this, then let Jaden in and do what he says. We will forgive you."
The silver cord in room's center split from top to bottom as Beth grabbed her burning chest. The room also began to get quite heated.
"Well, we were about to save you with an offer. Looks like a blind girl is the five million rupee winner. I will visit you in your special hell, daughter."
Jaden/Zora's Domain/Night 7
The girl had tunnel vision. At this point, it didn't matter if there were giant Zora, Primordials, Grem, or Demise himself. Jaden was seeing his entire plan wither before his eyes.
Somehow Ella had managed to get Winter's Tide away from Polaris. Of all the bodies on the ground, how did she find her nemesis? Was fate mocking him? Was time correcting himself?
In either event he needed to stop this. The ground would not allow him to find his footing. He shouted for Tuffy's aid as he tried to close in on Ella and break up the attack.
Tuffy peeled off of his attack route and joined Jaden. "We cannot allow this, Ella! Desist at once!"
When sword met chest, a surge of unbridled rage filled Jaden and Tuffy.
"That was my niece, you wretched child! This was not part of the plan. And you will suffer greatly for this!"
Jaden clutched his zweihander, winding up for his equalizing Unbalancing Strike. Tuffy was in the air in full pounce.
Arthur/Night 7/ Entrance to Zora’s Domain
Arthur lay tangled in a pile on the ground with the rest of the group. “Annie…. I’m gonna need you for this part…. Time to see what you’re made of!”
Live and Learn
He pulled himself up and stood with the sword held aloft. It glowed bring white, and Arthurs eyes lit up with the same white light. His feet lifted just off the ground as he cried out in a lost spirit tongue. His hair rose and the sword left his hand yet suspended in the air just within his reach. Finally, he screamed out, “Let light shine through day and through night!” The sword seemed to fall into Arthur and disintegrate into him, and the spirit of sun and moon united in one body. His whole body glowed with a holy whiteness.
Arthur flew straight through the air at one of the Zoras, his cry tearing across the battlefield. At this level of power, he could control the flow of time like water through a faucet; Arthur held it at a mere trickle. To the observer, Arthur seemed to move between blinding speed and teleportation. Half his body was now consumed in flames and yet did not burn, and the other half seemed to be covered in some kind of amorphous ice. Every time he touched the ground it quaked mightily. He pounded the zora with flaming fist, then frozen fist, burning and freezing the creature mercilessly. Explosions rocked around him as he drove this powerful new form along the line of instability and catastrophic collapse. He flew up into the air and then brought himself down foot-first, kicking the zora’s head down and smashing with it into the ground. A fissure opened up beneath them and flames and lava exploded forth, consuming the giant Zora and Arthur. But time was quite literally on Arthur’s side, and then the ground settled Arthur floated behind where there had once been a zora giant.
And then, Annie, through Arthur’s eyes, saw Jaden move to strike Ella. Her body flickered in over Arthurs, fighting away his consciousness, and now it was she who controlled Illumious’ ultimate form. In an instant, she was there beside Ella, ready to do whatever she had to do to protect Ella.
Stella Delphinus/ Zora's Domain/ Night 7
"Oh shit!" Stella was on the verge of panic upon seeing the group fall into infighting. Davus was quickly gaining the upper hand now that Polaris, Kaimu, and Beth were gone. In an instant the primordial mage seemed to have gone from the edge of defeat to the cusp of victory. Stella jumped to her feet and desperately ran to the others screaming.
"NO YOU IDIOTS, DON'T ATTACK EACH OTHER! DAVUS! ATTACK DAVUS!"
Despite her pleas Stella's advice fell on deaf ears. As the brawl among allies began Stella took a brief moment to show those involved what her middle fingers looked like raised in unison. Trying to ignore their stupidity Stella refocused her attention on Davus. She knew he had to be taken out quick. His attacks were too powerful, and with her companions distracted there was no way to defend themselves. Their only chance was to launch an all out assault and pray that something gets through.
"Soldat, Rykos! Ignore Severa the other Zora. Don't give Davus a chance to recover! Run in and hit this bastard with everything you've got!"
Though the Human and the Gerudo couldn't get past their advisories in time Stella managed to land a small hit on Davus. He was quite prepared however to block the next strike. Laughing maniacally he spit into her face.
"Your too late to stop me Stella! This battle only had two outcomes, and the one where your side wins is gone! Now only I can emerge alive!"
"I don't care what your mural says!" Wildly she began to strike at Davus with a speed she never thought possible. "I am a proud Zora of the Delphinus clan! I will not let our fate be dictated by some madman and his insane drawings! I WILL FORGE MY OWN DESTINY!"
Swinging left and right, up and down she struck back. Never in her life had she felt such adrenalin. Davus tried to defend himself, tried to position the timeshift stone to kill her. But the offense of raw anger was too much. Fulmen's rotting weapon went flying out of his hands upon a strong windblown uppercut. Defenseless Stella pulled her pole back and prepared to strike down. But no mater how hard she pulled her staff wouldn't budge. Stella looked down at Davus saw such a smile on his face. It was as if he had never experienced a happier day in his life. It was then she realized he was using his magnetic powers to hold her in place.
"You didn't think I would let you win that easy, did you?" Davus lashed out with lightning, hitting the defenseless Zora at point blank range. Stella felt griping pain as her mind seemed to wander away from her. The last thought she had before all went dark was one of sadness and regret. She would never get to leave behind a meaningful impact upon the world.
Dark Stella/ Zora's Domain/ Night 7
Davus now had a new minion under his command. It appeared to resemble the other giant Zora, though female. As darkness clouded her mind Stella felt nothing but animalistic instinct. A murderous instinct that intended to kill whatever her master desired.
"Kill the Paladin and that Gerudo pest! Do it now!" With that order dark Stella charged forward. Grabbing the corpse of Kaimu she flung it at the red haired man and went after Soldat. She jumped into the air powered by a wind current and intended to crush the guardian knight beneath her mass.
Ella Huntley/Night 7/Outside Zora's Domain
"That was my niece, you wretched child! This was not part of the plan. And you will suffer greatly for this!" So, Jaden had snapped out of his fugue, and done so rather violently. Was he really prepared to attack Ella, even after she had rid the world of one of its greatest known threats. He really was messed up in the head.
Ella felt a pressure to her side, and then the familiar presence of Annie, though there was an odd sense of power in the air. Ella nodded to her right, towards that feeling of pressure. Then, there was the stamp of feet and the clang of metal. Annie, however it happened, was matching blades with Jaden and not losing. The girl may have been holding out on them. But Ella had a promise to keep. She ran toward the subtle cackle of Severa.
"Two crazy-ass bitches in one day." Ella grinned darkly. "I don't even care if I die afterwards."
Severa's laughter ceased, and Ella hunched into a martial pose. In her right hand, the ice-cold sword she had found. In her left hand, the extending pole from the previous day's battle. Severa, she knew, had at least her own sword. And that sword was already whistling through the air at her. Ella jerked the pole to intercept and it extended as it traveled. A jarring impact made her fingers tingle, but she was unharmed. She heard a surprised grunt of pain from Severa.
And then the pole was yanked from her grip and she stumbled forward. She gasped. There was a pain in her gut, unlike anything she had felt before. It was a deep and numbing torture. Something warm and salty bubbled up from the back of her throat.
"Not today," Severa whispered in her ear. Ella hiccoughed, and a spray of blood splashed on Severa's face. Twin trails of crimson saliva drained from Ella's mouth and slid down her chin.
She tightened her grip on her new-found sword. I'm sorry, Dad. At least I saved you from Bryce... I just wish I could've seen you just one last time.
She managed a soft susurration, forcing what remained of her breath through trembling lips. "Yes... today..."
Ella jammed the sword of magic ice forward, and felt it meet with little resistance at it sliced through Severa's armor as though it were flesh, and through her flesh like it was nothing. Severa didn't even make a sound. Then Ella's legs ceased to exist and she collapsed into the mud. She cried out in pitiful agony as Severa's sword was tugged from her stomach. Tears washed down her cheeks.
And in those final moments, she saw Annie standing tall and beautiful, locked in glorious combat with Jaden. Darkness again encroached on her vision. The last thing she saw was Annie's face as she turned to look at her, with pain, sadness and terror clearly written in her expression.
Annie/ Night 7/ Entrance to ZD
Annie no longer needed a sword; her arms clashed against Jaden’s blade, creating a metallic clash. Annie ignored Ella for now; she would get back to her later, but she had to distract Jaden. She didn’t know what he was doing; why he was attacking Ella; but she was going to do whatever she could to keep either from getting hurt. They were her first friends in a long time; the first people she’d been willing to spend any significant amount of time with. She wouldn’t let either of them die, if she could help it.
This was easier said than done, with Jaden on the attack and Tuffy giving support. Even keeping time at a half flow, Jaden’s strikes were fast and powerful. Annie didn’t have much option except to keep blocking, occasionally punching or pushing him back, hopefully allowing Ella to get away.
And then she turned, saw Ella lying in the mud, dying, and saw Severa holding a bloodied sword. Everything froze around her as she stared, and could do nothing; simply stare at her friend, like a horrifying snapshot taken in the carnage, but it would only last a second. Annie couldn’t look at her any longer, but that second dragged on. Annie hoped it hadn’t dragged out like this for her. She’d failed Ella; and now she was stuck fighting Jaden, who was never going to let up until one of them was dead.
Unless she could keep both of them alive.
Maybe, the best chance she had, was to fight, as hard as she could, and maybe somehow this nightmare would end, but she couldn’t just stay defensive forever.
And then the flow of time resumed, still slowed to Annie, down to a 3rd. Jaden was still surprisingly fast, but Annie could feel the energy shifting from instability; spontaneous explosions around her as she rachetted up the power. And then she began to pummel Jaden with both fists; blocking the sword with her arms. He might be fast, but if she could just keep up this momentum she might be able to keep him off-balance. Flaming fists pummeled Jaden at blistering speed, like pistons in an engine, hammering into him. She glowed white hot, consumed in flames, screaming like a maniac. All of her fury and frustration were exploding out of her. The ground trembled beneath them as they fought, and fissures opened up around them, spewing lava and steam, but the fight continued. She was taking blows to her hardened sides, but with each hit she simply brushed it off and flew right back and hammered at him again, as hard as she could without lethal force. For every smack of the sword that sent her away, a flying kick at nearly the speed of sound would bring her foot right back into his face. She didn’t think she could keep this up; she didn’t know if she or anyone else could stop Jaden; she definitely didn’t know what tricks Jaden might pull, off balance or not. But she had to keep fighting him. She refused to kill him, but she would beat him in to submission or, more likely, die trying.
Dark Severa, Night 7, Outside ZD
Kaimu, dead. Stella, controlled. Ella, dead. Zora soldier’s, dead. And the remaining allies prepared to kill one another.
Severa had slashed and hacked away at her enemies, watching as they fell to rage, darkness, and death. She felt focused. She felt aware.
She saw the one that seemed to change bodies, Annie, and Arthur. That one had unleashed its power in the form of time magic, and with the region already dense with time magic, it seemed to seep into everyone present. Severa felt her gradual death slow down, as indeed did all of time seem to slow.
Her eyes flit back and forth across the battlefield. Davus age grew more and more. But then it began to happen. As lightning struck the corpses upon the field, their very forms began to melt away, converting into energy. That same energy flowed back across hovering electric lines to Davus, counteracting the aging that was happening from the timestone. Soon the body of everyone that had died vanished but one, and Davus was as young as ever. He turned his attention to the final dead body.
It was Beth.
Severa twitched, and maintained her stare at Davus. He locked eyes with her for but a moment, and Severa witnessed something incredible. His eyes widened, his mouth dropped, and he flinched over so slightly. He had felt his own fear. Lightning went to strike the body, and Severa jumped in front of it, absorbing the shock into her gauntlets, which themselves began to wail, as if a pained skullkid had descended upon the battlefield. Sunlight and moonlight both poured out, filling the air, filling her mind. Severa was confused, angry, could not identify the world around her.
And then she twitched again. It truly hit her, that Beth was dead. Severa clutched her stomach and fell to her knees.
Her wound was mortal, her life was now limited, but her potential felt limitless. She stood back up proudly and began to walk towards Davus, partly from the inability to run, and partly to continue to inflict him with his own fear. Fear of the impossible.
“Well, it seems you are not broken so easily.” Davus tried to smirk, but it was too late. Severa had already seen past the facade. He began to overload her with lightning, and she held one gauntlet up, while hurling a packet of seeds towards Davus. A flurry of fireworks lit up the air as the ember seeds exploded. She took out her gasha sapling and crushed it across her wound, dulling the pain so that she could focus upon her last few moments alive.
She said nothing to Davus. He fed not only on fear, but the chaotic ramblings of his own mind. Severa felt no need to humor that part of him. Davus began to increase his attacks with fervor, and Severa convulsed as wave after wave of lunar and solar energy pulsed out of her body. She could not see the rest of the battlefield from the brightness. Surely it would have blinded or killed most left alive.
She was mere feet from Davus. Now at his tipping point, he rushed in, raising a hand to strike her directly. She grabbed it, twisting and breaking it. His eyes widened in pain, and she dropped her sword to the ground, pulling out a strange steel box. She snapped it open and clocked him over the head with it.
“You son of a bitch, I am not going to kill you now, I’m going to take your greatest achievement, and turn it into a broken memory.” Davus didn’t get a chance to speak, she grabbed his staff, and slammed the steel box onto the top where the glowing timestone sat. She shut the box and spoke a few quick unintelligible words. Davus reacted immediately.
“What have you done? No! That device was not to be used! I saw to it that it was lost from the lab!” Davus began rambling. “I stole that from Sirius and cast it into the darkness!”
“I’m afraid you must have found one of the fakes I left behind in its place. Looks like you weren’t the only one stealing from my father. What a lucky coincidence.” The steel box was burning hot, ice cold, spinning in place, and standing still. It began to silently scream, and Severa released her hand from the staff. Davus too had let go, but it’s link to him remained unbroken. He fell to the earth and writhed on the ground, as the timestone was crushed into oblivion, a fine powder shooting across the battlefield.
She felt her life fading away, both her mortal coil, and her place in the timeline. Everything Davus had done since first revealing that timestone was unraveling, reversing. All those that died would return, all those Zora’s would be free. Now she was smirking, now she was the one laughing.
“Fulmen the Feared. I am not going to seal your fate, I have simply laid it out for others to claim.” With her words, the world exploded, shrinking in and collapsing upon itself. The timestone was gone.
It all stopped. The bubble had popped. There was silence.
Davus - Outside Zora’s Domain - Night Seven
The clone brigade had done its damage. Zora bodies lay on the ground, and even the stronger of the warriors seemed weak. Though amusingly, much of the damage some of them now experienced, notably Beth, was thanks to her own so called allies. Soldats brazen burst of light had brought her to her knees, and Polaris was forced to assist her.
Severa’s light had dispersed the storm, but seemed to conflict with the lunar capabilities of the rest. It was chaos, and for all the progress these heroes felt they were making, Davus still felt himself to be the winner. He was on top.
Despite Soldat’s victory against the clones, Polaris’ words and actions gave away the fact that unity was hard to come by amongst these people. They barely gathered together, with the red general practically dragging Beth over, as he simultaneously sealed off Zora’s Domain. As if that would help. Lightning struck the ground in front of the group, and the real Davus stood before them again. The tip of his staff shone with an object that was likely all too familiar to much of the group. Or...it should have.
“What?!” Davus looked at his staff shocked. His timestone was gone. It didn’t make sense, he had planned this perfectly. It didn’t make sense. It didn’t make sense.
Polari Eridanus/ Outside Zora’s Domain/ Night of the 7th
The familiar pop hiss and shimmer of the air that Polaris had grown n to associating with Time Stones echoed briefly, but the General waved it off. The whole group was there at his side now, Beth was by far the worst off of the injured, but for the most part, everyone, evenconf Lizzy, seemed to have no wounds that wouldn’t heal. The crimson mist that encircled the group spun and roiled around them, undulating like a fine, blood drenched smoke. As everyone took a moment to catch their collective breath, he was preoccupied with scanning the field, waiting for the near God-like Fulmen to reappear. Polaris had decided on the best course of action, long before a jagged bolt of lightning struck the ground in front of them, and outside the frigid protective ring. The General had watched his cohorts batter themselves against the unrelenting lightning mage for long enough. It was his turn now. And he intended to finish what he’d started on the frozen banks of Lake Hylia what seemed like an eternity ago. In place of the crater that a natural lightning strike would’ve left, stood Davus Fulmen the Feared, proud, arrogant, confident of victory,
And utterly confused. Something obviously hadn’t gone as he’d intended. Polaris didn’t care to wait and find out what it was.
”Everyone, wait here. I'm finished playing Davus' games.”
Stepping through the subzero fog, Polaris reached over his shoulder, drawing Winters Tide in a single, fluid motion, he brandished the blade ever so briefly, before driving it into the spongy earth. The fine crimson mist picked up speed as it swirled faster and faster, until slowing back to it’s original speed after the transfer of power between Polaris and the blade.
Rounding on Davus, Polaris stretched his arms wide, pulling the dual chain makhaira from their sheaths by the chains. The vicious looking curved knives shot forward, the hilt of each of the elongated curved knives shot into Polaris’ open hands with a loud slapping sound as they struck his palms.
”I distinctly remember telling you to die Fulmen. It would seem you were able to evade the Sword of the Sunrise. Pity that is. Lets finish this shall we?”
Davus composed himself enough to muster a half hearted attempt at his signature maniacal laughter, but his heart wasn’t in it. “I too remember telling you, that I don’t run. We will finish this, and, Polaris, when you’re dead and rotting, when your coattail isn’t here for them to hide behind I promise to kill them slowly.”
Polaris’ left arm shot forward sending the chained hurtling towards his foe, but Fulmen deftly spun the Fulgarite staff in a semicircle, easily defecting and redirecting the projectile, as the chain fused to Polaris’ flesh pulled taut, and dropped harmlessly to the turf below. With a violent jerk on the chain, Polaris reeled it back in even as he was charging forward.
With a blade in each hand, Polaris first right, then left with each blade, one trailing the other, each time, Davus raised the staff just quick enough to block the swipes and with the staff now returned to its usual glass-like state, thunder boomed across the valley with each block. In between strikes, Davus quickly brought the butt of the staff up and jabbed Polaris in the solar plexus, on instinct, Polaris turned his backwards stumble into a backflip milliseconds before a bolt of lightning struck the spot, searing the grass and causing the air to stink of sulfur. Landing in a crouched position, Polaris swayed side to side, one blade toting arm raised above his head, the other at chest level both blades moving in unison with the swaying of Polaris’ body, poised to make the next step in this deadly dance.
Davus circled, and Polaris pivoted, continuing to sway as his black eyes bore into the storm grey of Fulmens, Polaris dove forward at the same time Davus did, crossing and raising his blades in the motion, he caught the staff, holding it in place. As the two struggled for power, Davus began to smirk. Jutting his chin skyward, the lightning forged makhaira were pulled forcefully from Polaris’ grasp and shot back into their crisscrossing sheaths on his back.
“Lightning forged and magnetic. Tsk tsk.”
Try as he might, Polaris found himself wasting more time trying to drawn the blades than it was worth as he dove to the side in a hail of mud and rock, narrowly avoiding another lightning strike. Tucking his knees as he landed, Polaris rolled back up to his feet and was struck square in the chest by a bolt fired from the top of Davus’ staff. The blast sent him tumbling end over end across the ground. Right at Winters Tide. Perhaps this wasn’t so bad afterall. Realizing what was happening, Davus spun his staff again, pointed it at Polaris and made a sweeping motion, using the chains fused to his flesh as a magnetic means to redirect his tumble. Ending up several yards away from Winters Tide and without the use of his chained blades, In a few words, things looked bleak.
The disembodied voice came from nowhere and everywhere at once, echoing not just within Polaris’ ears and head, but reverberating in his soul.
Ithan? How… nevermind.”
”We’ve been watching you Polaris. Tracking you. We are the scouts sent to ensure you are in fact where we think you are. Sadly, we lack the power to bring you back ourselves. We are not able to face you directly at this time.”
There was a pop in the back of Polaris’ skull and he felt power rush forward through his consciousness, his power. Finally. There was only one remaining option, and looking deep within himself, the general pulled back the curtains and removed the fetters time travel had placed upon him. For the first time, since perhaps the last time he faced Davus, he was finally, thankfully, the Crimson General in full.
Temperatures all across the landscape plummeted, the grass at his feet withered, died, turned yellow and then red as Polaris strode forward on what looked like a field of blood. Red ice danced across his fingertips and erupted from his suddenly outstretched hands, Davus called forth lightning and struck down the subzero streams, but still Polaris advanced. Splaying his fingers wide, the general redirected the flow of his ice from Davus, to the ground upon which he trod. Dual streams of frozen red hell splattered across the ground and shot towards Davus, lightning rained down all around him, but Polaris weaved in and out of the bolts, dodging them with ease as he walked down Hyrules Feared foe. Davus was backpedaling now, but a massive crimson hand erupted from the trail on the ground and punched Davus in the jaw, sending him reeling. Mere feet away, Polaris extended an arm behind himself, never taking his eyes off Davus, the general muttered something under his breath and on the other side of the field, the halo of crimson mist dissipated and Winters Tide erupted from the ground as if it were shot from a cannon.
Polaris kicked Fulmen square in the chest, and with a foot entirely encapsulated in red ice, he drove him to his back.
”Davus Fulmen. As commanding general of King Tiburons army, I Polaris Eridanus hereby sentence you to death. At long last, your reign of fear comes to an end.”
Catching his named blade and swinging it in one fluid motion, Polaris swung downwards with all of his fury fueled might, cleaving Davus head in two. Leaving his blade lodged in Davus’ skull, Polaris stepped over the body. The Fulgarite Staff, signature calling card of Davus Fulmen hovered upright mere inches above the ground. It hummed with electricity and stunk of sulfur. Polaris stretched out his hand to touch it, but before he did,
” Well done general. Your victory against Davus is a win for us all, and when you return to your proper era, we shall all stand together again.
We will be departing this time now. We have ensured Kaimu’s survival, and avoided interfering where we cannot see events clearly. Please do not give up hope. Please do not stop fighting…
And tell Jaden we say hello.”
Polaris laughed to himself at that last part, he didn’t even know Jaden and Ithan were on familiar terms.
Again, Polaris stretched his hand towards The Fulgarite Staff. As his scaly fingers wrapped and closed around the electrified glass, his ears popped and goose pimples exploded across his flesh as the electric current within his body melded with that of the staff. With his hands still wrapped around it, the staff exploded into innumerable shards. The broken pieces of the staff swirled around Polaris as his tattoos flashed white and his body lifted off the ground. Arms splayed wide, Polaris arched his back as he struck again and again by lightning bolt after lightning bolt. One after another after another struck him. Polaris’ eyes were clinched tight and his chest smoked as he hung limply rotating in front of his comrades. The field was deathly silent. No one spoke a word or moved a muscle. Davus was dead and goddesses only knew what was up with Polaris.
The Crimson Generals eyes shot open and glowed red, '”GRRRAAAHH!” Polaris roared across to all who would hear, and those that wouldn’t as well. The stormy grey sky tinged red and crimson lightning struck all around, leaving frozen and electrified craters wherever it struck. The still swirling shards of the Fulgarite Staff stopped swirling, as did Polaris, and as Red Ice Lightning continued to rain down, the broken pieces of Fulmens staff fused to the blades and chains of Polaris’ makhaira.
Dropping to the ground, Polaris raised his head panting, to look upon those before him. His friends. His allies. His soldiers.
”It is finished.”
The Epoch of Disharmony Day Seven
A Bubble in Time
His body was shattered by the red general, he had not foreseen this. He had forced his way through Sirius’ lab, broken his instruments, been captured, escaped, returned to loot and leave again. He had hunted all those linked to Sirius, and brought chaos wherever possible, all in the name of his imprisoned master, Ratnis.
Ratnis of the Ma.
In all those years, he had gathered knowledge of the past and the future, lived through wars and great changes upon the landscape, and encountered many warriors in that time. His strength had grown along with his knowledge, and yet the one thing he could never reach, the one event that always felt just beyond his grip, was where his own life ended, if it ended at all.
It seems, it did. He looked back upon his life of terror, and felt no regret, for he could not feel it. He was not Hylian, not a man of the earth at all, he was a spawn of a demon, spawn of the ma. As was Sirius, or rather, as had been Sirius before the meddling witch made him human.
Perhaps it was because Polaris seemed to be the cause of his time travel, that he had been unable to see that Polaris would be the one to deliver the final blow.
As his spirit drifted, and his memories of life weakened, he found himself floating amongst the halls of the mural of elemental history. Whereas before it had always moved, flashed between events, some seemingly unable to settle, now it was eerily still. As if this timeline had completed, this iteration was done, just as Davus was.
“Could it be, that as my life ends, the life I have lived is now set in stone?” He mused. But as his musings echoed amongst his own rapidly decaying thoughts, the mural itself began to crumble away. “Ah, of course...” Regret. At last he felt it. Just a tool of Ratnis, just a pawn meant to spread hatred. It had filled him with meaning.
Only it had never been meaning, it had only been distraction. Distraction from the empty soldier he was. Distraction from the meaninglessness of his task. Spread darkness...because. Just because.
“Sirius was lucky to escape, even if it was never his choice.” Davus looked at the mural depicting his birth. Born a fully grown man, dumped onto the earth from a black thunderstorm, followed by Sirius, as the storm cleared and the moon filled the sky. But he couldn’t focus on anything after that, as if the memory of his past was being undone, his place on the timeline was broken, unchained, undulating across a fixed mural that was fading away. With each undulation, his memory faded more, and the darkness he worked so hard to spread began to close in upon himself. Darker...Darker...
Displaced Amongst Time
“So I die...”
“You cannot die, I have seen to that.”
“I can’t remember anything. I feel only defeat.”
“She stole your brother, and she stole my soldier. He was never meant to be human. He was never meant to be a child, to grow. He is supposed to be infinite as are you.”
“I do not know who I am. Where this is.”
“You will start again, and you will complete the cycle.”
His conversation with his Master was complete. Davus tried to open his eyes, move his arms, cast a lightning bolt even. Nothing. The darkness stayed, and his last thought, his final memory, broke apart into the timestream. Davus Fulmen was gone.
Polaris - Season One - Temple of Forgotten Depths
Unexpectedly the timestone burst forth from the beasts carcass with a mighty explosion that sent Kaimu reeling, and the smaller Polaris hurtling in a cascade of stone and mortar, to opposite sides of the now decimated platform. Polaris was vaguely aware of Kaimu calling his name, the rest of his words were unintelligible through the foggy shroud of Polaris' suddenly muddled thoughts.
And then he was falling. Down and down. He was falling until in an act of force beyond the limits of comprehension, he wasn't.
Standing in near darkness Polaris breathed in and was overwhelmed by the cool dampness that could only be Zora's Domain. Judging by the cluster of shallow pools spread out across the cavern he was deep within the incubation chambers where eggs were kept until hatching. Scanning the room as his mind processed the information, Polaris saw a shape detach itself from the darkness and wade out into the waist deep waters of one of the pools.
Enraged, Polaris' first instinct was to rush the intruder and batter the fool into oblivion for daring to tamper with Zora young, but curiosity won out and he inched closer until he witnessed the thief snatch up the topmost egg and stow it in the folds of a cloak.
"Yes, yes. This one. He sits atop his brothers and sisters even now. HE will be the pole by which the masses navigate!"
The outrage of what he was witnessing was just too much to bear. Polaris emerged from the shadows hand on the hilt of Winters Tide, glaring "What is the meaning of this! Replace that egg at once!"
Startled, the cloaked figure spun to face him, hood falling down in the process to reveal the wizened face that haunted his waking dreams. It was the witch.
"My bright star! My red son! Whatever are you doing here? And now? Like this! You should not, you cannot...but you are. Ah yes! I see. Tricky magic those. Timestones. Bah! Leave old Rhunerys be."
She clapped her hands once.
And Polaris was falling again.
The Post Epoch Era - AD-1560
“There he is...” Ithan whispered to Lia. They crouched in the corner of Zora’s Domain. The witch Rhunerys had been busy snatching away the egg of Eridanus, and despite her massive power, she was too pre-occupied to notice them. He felt Lia tug on his shoulder and turned.
“And there he is again.” At his sister’s words, Ithan turned his attention from the egg he had referred to, to see a fully grown, and very confused Polaris Eridanus. His eyes widened, and he readied himself to summon the time door that he and Lia had been using to travel, fearful Rhunerys would spot him. But before he could even act, the witch had clapped her hands, and the reverberating time energy rattled his very core. He grabbed onto his sister so as not to lose track of her, and shut his eyes tightly. Moments passed.
He opened his eyes, and the two were somehow on a hilltop of the Labrynnian landscape.
A thunderstorm screeched and roared overhead.
“What happened? Did you activate the door?” Lia asked, but she most definitely already knew the answer.
“Rhunerys...she must have known we were there the whole time. She knows we are tracking Polaris. That was no accident.” He marveled at the storm overhead. They both watched in trepidation as the storm grew and grew, a patch of blotchy darkness in the center. The impossible was happening.
It was a Ma. Filled with residual energy from the end of the Epoch Wars. He had broken through his barrier just enough to drop a seed of darkness, a storm. To them, it was a very familiar storm.
“We have no way to stop this. We need to return to the war and help the others. Polaris will be returning to them and we don’t want to return to the wrong time, we need to be there when he comes back. We are risking much by coming here. We aren’t supposed to be here.”
“Look!” Lia pointed to the distance, where the recognizable image of Rhunerys Telaris could be seen approaching. She was there for what was about to spawn from that sky. Whatever it may be.
“We need to leave now before she wraps us up in her plans anymore, though I fear it’s too late for that. The time door summoner is almost certainly going to destabilize after just a few more uses, then we might never get back to the warp in time. Let’s get back to the lab and gather ourselves.” Lia nodded in agreement at her brother. A swirling vortex opened behind them, and they walked through it. With a snap and a hiss, it shut and vanished from the world.
Rhunerys saw the psychic twins on the hilltop. They accomplished little more than becoming sightseers. Whatever their goal was beyond that, it would not interfere with her plans. The thunderstorm, though menacing, had not dropped a single bit of rain upon the landscape. Not struck a single tree, nor shook the air with its screams.
It was a silent birth, and its gift was already standing upon the landscape, examining himself.
“Hahaha! I am born! I am here!” He paused. “Yes master...Davus! Davus Fulmen!” He looked Rhunerys straight in the eye. “You are not familiar to me. This is not familiar to me. But my master says I know you, says I know this place. He tells me that you are here for Sirius.” Davus looked to his left, and there stood Sirius, bewildered as ever. Sirius spoke not a single word.
“He knows much.” Rhunerys said, her body swirling into a pillar of sand, and forming around Sirius before Davus could act. Davus swung his staff and shot lightning into the sand, but it refracted and shot away. The storm was now gone, and the moon was shining bright.
“What are you doing?” Davus roared. “Sirius Fulmen and Davus Fulmen shall pour darkness upon the land, shall show the world no mercy!” He raged and began to spew lightning in all directions. As a newborn, he certainly displayed the appropriate wailing.
“His name...” Rhunerys reformed, and Sirius seemed already to be gone. “Let us never forget who he was stolen from. A supposedly great and powerful Ma, spawning the Fulmen family.” She cackled with glee. “Sirius Fulmaren I shall call him.”
And as she cackled, Davus could only watch with rage. She deftly moved out of the way of his attacks. And then, after a few futile moments of battle, Davus saw that she was holding an infant. She had done something impossible. This witch wasn’t just made of sand, she seemed to command time itself to some degree. Sirius wasn’t human, he wasn’t capable of being like this.
“Witch. What have you done?! What have you done to my brother” Davus hollered, sending a flurry of lightning strikes. As he did so, he spotted an egg, poking out from a sack that Rhunerys had upon her back. A bolt of stray lightning struck the egg, but merely deflected off. Rhunerys tensed up briefly and glanced back at the egg, and then up at the night sky, staring directly into the northernmost star.
“This one isn’t defeated by your lightning so easily.” She replied, nodding to the egg, confusing and maddening Davus further. He stamped his feet in rage and continued yelling.
“What have you done, witch?”
“Sirius is not your brother anymore. His timeline has been broken, re-established. The Sirius you knew is gone. I have replaced him with something much more powerful than your master could have hoped. And he is all mine.” She cackled and vanished in a swirl of sand, taking the infant with her. Davus, enraged, dragged himself out of the clearing and into the woods. He would not let her win, would not let her get away with this. He would never stop hunting her and all she claimed.
Sirius Fulmaren’s Laboratory
Sirius backed against the wall as the sand swirled in. Rhunerys, again? His rage for the witch had subsided, with the revelation of Davus’ fate so long ago, but he was never thrilled to see her face.
And then he heard the crying. It wasn’t Rhunerys, it wasn’t his wife screaming at him. She was away on vacation. Severa...well he didn’t think about that anymore.
Rhunerys was standing there, sand covering the floor underneath her, infant in her arms. At first Sirius attention was drawn to the egg she had in her pack. But Rhunerys seemed intent on not discussing it, immediately starting the conversation for him.
“Sirius, meet-” She began.
“...Me?” He took the infant version of himself, and held him. “How many times am I going to interact with my past selves exactly? In fact, how many times am I going to interact with my future selves?” He paused. “Huh, I guess actually you answer one and you answer the other...”
Rhunerys cackled again, as was her signature, but it was less harsh. She and Sirius had an understanding now. He knew it. She knew it.
“What am I supposed to do with myself?” Sirius paused at the insanity of the question.
“Put him in the core. Stasis.” Rhunerys replied. “He is to be brought out in a few decades.” Sirius didn’t even flinch. Decades were nothing for him at this point. “I’ll return with more instructions in three days. Do not leave if you don’t have to.” Rhunerys didn’t even wait for a response, swirling into a sand cloud and vanishing.
Sirius continued to cradle his infant self. He looked up and saw his two guests. Ithan and Lia.
“You saw Davus.” He said to them. They nodded solemnly, confirming his words. “I’m going to be watching over uh...myself. You two can use the last of the energy supply I have left for the travel door, and return to your era. When you get there, come find me. Make sure I’m awake. If I’m not, wake me up.” They nodded again and walked out of the room, prepared to return to the Interloper War. Sirius looked down at his infant self once more.
Breaks Are For Chumps
Kaimu Kotaro, Zora’s Domain, Night Seven
Kaimu sighed heavily. He was exhausted. Lack of sleep for days followed by a battle against one of his greatest, and perhaps the realm’s greatest foes.He looked at the ground and spotted a pair of small lightning bolt shaped objects. He picked it up and instantly yelled in agony as they moved on their own and fused to his boomerang fins. He heard a voice rattling in his head. The voice of Sirius.
Congratulations stranger, or perhaps we’ve met? Hard to say since this is a recorded message. Either way, my name is Sirius Fulmaren. It seems that you have claimed an object of my creation. Whether you stole it, received it as a gift, or looted it off a dead body, it doesn’t matter. Enjoy your brand new Sferic Charm! Warning: some pain included.
With the warning of pain arriving just as the first jolt of pain was wearing off, Kaimu heard another message coming.
Oops, forgot to explain how it works. Although this is a recorded message, so that doesn’t make sense...Let’s move on. I made this in an attempt to get my daughter to listen to me, for all the good that did. It amplifies sound into dangerously lethal levels, and can be controlled to get the weak willed to listen to you with little effort. Also, some pain included.
“Agh!” Kaimu cringed as he felt another jolt in his body, a parting gift from Sirius for claiming the item. He shook off the pain, and smiled. Kaimu could not feel angry, not when Fulmen the Feared was lying dead on the ground. Or rather, had been. He pointed to the body, which had began to dissolve away.
“Get a good look.” Kaimu said. “We won’t be seeing him again.”
He saw a variety of items and trinkets now littered the ground. A confusing thing to see, given that Davus had not been readily wearing a great multitude of items. Nevertheless, there they were, ready to be claimed.
“It seems Fulmen has left some things behind. I have already claimed a few myself.” He held up his fins for all to see. “Claiming an item seems to trigger an automated explanation that...ah well you’ll see if you decide to loot any of this.” He turned to Polaris and bowed. “We all worked together, but it was you who defeated him in the end. It is an honor to be in your presence.”
Aris stood there, covering his face with his palm after seeing Beth's silver cord completely split. He had more hopes for his firstborn daughter, even though she fell under the sway of someone he used to consider an ally.
Beth looked visibly disgusted to have things end the way they did. Taken out by a blind girl in a grand melee with a primordial. There was nothing more dishonorable than being picked off by a vulture instead of the Feared himself. If she had been slain by him, this wouldn't have been as hard to accept.
Plus, she knew what was to happen to her soul upon physical demise. Sourbeneton's pact was all this power and fame in exchange for her nephalim spiritual essence when it left the plane of Hyrule. For some reason he needed that celestial energy. A reason that made a lot more sense when her father spoke up.
"I know it means a lot less now. But Sourbeneton used to be of my people. He fell from grace after being tempted by Demise, and his power corrupted him into the very form you have worshipped since age 12. And because of that pact you made, he has gotten back at me by taking you as well as claiming our treasured blood for his own. We will avenge you, I swear it, dearest Elizabeth!"
Beth visibly started to weep.
"Father, if it is not too late, forgive me. Had I known the truth, this whole mess would never have happened! I can feel him tugging at my very essence, and it burns!"
"Daughter, I accept your apology, but even I cannot stop the consequences of what you've set in motion. You will see me again, but I know not when...what in the..."
What had been torn from top to bottom had begun to join again, climbing toward the domed ceiling. Somehow, her silver cord mended. This defied logic to them both. Beth could hear the groans of anger coming from Sourbeneton. And she felt a rupture on her right hand; blood flowed freely from her pact brand.
"This was unforeseen. Our time is short. Soon you shall return to battle. How did these pieces come back together after falling apart?"
Beth grinned, even though she had stared her certain final death straight down, something out there had better plans for her than to have her soul drained by Sourbeneton for all eternity.
"Aris Mastigos, I hereby renounce my dark pact with Sourbeneton. I will seek my own ascension and swear to destroy him once and for all. This second breath will not be wasted! Your revelation makes me ill with rage...tell the others I am sorry...but I will need the Starborn Edge to succeed."
"You have done a brave thing, daughter. One point of advice before you go back. Don't stop being who you are. Just because your Dark Father has forsaken you does not mean your biological one has. You are a Bryseis and a Mastigos. And you are surrounded by allies. Don't stop being Black Betty. Get revenge on the girl who would have murdered you, for fuck's sake!"
Beth nodded and hugged her father as the room faded from view. In her peripherals she saw certain cords tear and others replace them, but she couldn't make out the colors. Perhaps a dream would come to her and tell her more. Or Jaden could interpret it. Either way, she was coming back, and she was angry.
Aris did what her mother could not. He told her the truth and didn't hold anything back. And now Beth had changed.
In a bright flash of light, she could feel herself be pulled to the group by Polaris again. This felt way too familiar, and she was in serious condition. Pain felt real again, but it felt good to be alive. There was a strange burning behind her eyes, and her right fist was still bloody where the brand was, seeping through her gauntlet. She could still hold the Edge, but it was uncomfortable.
Oddly enough, the demonstration of power Fulmen had tried to do this time failed. The timeshift stone was conveniently absent. Did Aris reverse-engineer the Edge's foresight across time to remove it? She would never know for sure. But she took the cue to sit back and stay safe when Polaris decided to go solo against their primordial foe.
”Everyone, wait here. I'm finished playing Davus' games.”
Elizabeth was perfectly content to let the sparks fly. To see such power on display and dream of acquiring it herself was not a dream beyond her understanding. She had heard the tales of Polaris in times of war. Of Jaden in the same fires that forged his prowess. If it were not for the anomalous grace bestowed upon her, she would not have had that chance to develop into a legend, and she would have regretted it forever.
She would have prayed, but she had no one to pray to nor any deity who would hear her prayers. Instead, she approached Severa, Jaden, and Tuffy, who was still quite the lion. Her eyes were darting the horizon for anyone who looked out of place, but no one of note stood out. Was her would-be murderer here still? Or was she gone with the reversion? Myr-Acharn was running crazily trying to avoid lightning and red ice flying everywhere. Beth tried to call her but she wouldn't listen. And how did Jaden not know she had died moments earlier? Perhaps she was the only one with knowledge...nor would she admit to death of any kind.
Both parties fought with everything they had. Polaris had developed a level of abilities that she'd never heard Jaden speak of, and Fulmen held back no magic or skill from this battle. But with all legendary conflicts, this one had to end just like the others. How it ended was something Beth would remember forever...
Seeing Fulmen die filled her with a sense of accomplishment and odd delight. How Polaris dispatched him was more than fitting, and it showed a sense of duty and pride. This wasn't just for the Zora. This was for everyone who was touched negatively by the Feared for as long as he existed. True evil would never die, but Beth took note not to engage a large group of heroes alone should she ever gain power of that magnitude.
Polaris gained the ultimate spoils of war by defeating Davus Fulmen. The very staff that had its own volume in the Bryseis Family Archives had shattered and grafted onto the Red Ice General's makhaira chains. His potential was now limitless. His legend had a new chapter to pen. One that Elizabeth vowed to stand by him for as long as she remained in this time.
When Lord Kaimu approached the craters of red ice where Fulmen's corpse had laid briefly, he mentioned items of great worth and asked folks to gather 'round. Beth still held both legendary weapons in her hands. One she forged with wicked deeds and forbidden artes, and the other forged from the heart of a new star, one wielded by her mother. It didn't hurt to hold it as bad; the lattice ward of pale green was not nearly as thick as it had been. Holding the Starborn Edge high and shouting, she flourished it and grinned.
"This may sound unlike me, but count me out. I have my prizes right here."
Looking at her reflection in one of the slick red ice craters, Beth did notice something else that threw her aback. Her eyes were no longer a sapphire blue. They were the deep red that her mortal race shared. That of the Bryseis instead of the Mastigos. She didn't feel any different with her connection to her celestial half, but she felt as though Aris may have done something else to ensure Sourbeneton wouldn't take her...
Jaden/Zora's Domain/Night 7
Annie had become an accessory to the act in Jaden's mind. She wouldn't get out of his way to let him avenge Elizabeth. And so she was marked. With all hope of his mission gone with Beth's life, Jaden resolved to be one of the last standing. To die in any event was dishonorable. Especially when family honor was desecrated. Why would Annie step up as an advocate for Ella? If only she knew the truth about his wife, perhaps she wouldn't have tapped into whatever that sword was mustering at its maximum capacity. It was time to introduce Annie to Elly Shea-Bryseis.
Unfortunately, this proved to be difficult. Illumois was steeped in far deeper essence than originally anticipated. Annie needed no weapon to stop him. Unbalancing Strikes were chained one after another but they were all parried. For once in his lifetime, they didn't have the power to move his opponent. Lunar Lariats flew as auras shifted to compensate for Annie's heightened reaction time. But she was responding with non-lethal attacks that only further enraged him. His aggression shifted; condition of Ella be damned. This was good news for Ella but bad for Annie. Possibly even worse for Jaden.
"You are no better than she. Beth was my niece! I was trying to redeem her! And now you both are beyond salvation!"
While he could feel each blow begin to accumulate, he was allowing the mist to do its work in him and focus his rage more. He already wasn't going to stop until he was dead. This just solidified it further.
But then he saw Severa do what he could not. He was at least glad that someone avenged Elizabeth. When Annie saw Ella looking over, Jaden increased his intensity once more.
This is why he was never sober. All of the crumbled dreams in clarity drove him to unbridled aggression that required serious suppression.
"You will be joining her soon! I swear it on my wife's grave!"
The stress from Annie's abilities as well as his own caused the ground to tear and rupture beneath them. Auras of Indignance and Defiance amplified his blows and his discipline. Nothing was going to break him. This fight was going to go on until one of the two made a mistake or burned out completely. For now, it was a stalemate. And if the world ended, Jaden wouldn't care at this point. Revenge was the last thing he could accomplish and he accepted it fully.
As he unleashed a slow, powerful overhead strike, Annie's left foot met his zweihander mid-swing and reality began to strobe in and out of view. It was as though he was experiencing a blackout. And he knew never to drink enough to trigger one of those, as memories were the most powerful tool in his arsenal...
As everything became a pure white in his vision, he could see Tuffy floating in a limitless expanse with him. He was sitting on Aris' lap and being petted quite thoroughly.
"There's a good Tuffington. So, what do we do about this?"
Tuffy got up and walked over to Jaden.
"Trust me, after I saw this future, you don't want any of it, Lord Jaden."
Balling his fists, Jaden was irate that his battle was interrupted.
"Death first! Your games end tonight, Mastigos. Tuffington, get out of my way. I'm going to make an angel bleed tonight."
Aris raised his gilded scepter and cleared his throat.
"I know our relationship has never been...stable. You never forgave me for my relationship with your sister nor my ability to be a proper father. And that you had to effectively raise Elizabeth, Tristan, and Nora. I am doing everything I can. Which basically means it is a mirror of your job in the mortal realm. I am sorry I couldn't stop Sourbeneton from taking Elizabeth from us. But this future doesn't belong to you either! And you won't remember a damned thing. Tuffy, make it happen."
Aris waved his hand and started a celestial incantation. Jaden's gaze narrowed as he began to charge.
"The cosmos have a different answer for you, Jaden Tirion Bryseis!"
Stopped hard and fast, Jaden could feel his arms forced wide from his chest with magic. Tuffy became completely translucent as he dove into Jaden's chest and blinded his vision. Glass could be heard breaking all around as Tuffy shouted. Everything had been wiped clean. For all Jaden knew, Beth was never killed and he never took up arms against his lady friends.
Zora's Domain, Revisited
He didn't even remember the sound of glass. After the clones were slain with that light burst, he could feel his heart begin to beat irregularly. But he gathered to Polaris and kept close to Beth and Severa. Tuffy followed suit. He was displeased that Polaris opted to face Davus one on one at first, but his tactical mind rang clear as he took a gulp of rum from his third flask. As the cool burn traveled down, he realized why Polaris took this burden upon himself. This primordial wasn't quite skilled against a single opponent. Somehow, a divided focus gave him an unparalleled strength.
Redoubling his efforts to protect his allies, Jaden rose up with his deep green aura of Subversion once more. Friendly red ice and hostile lightning would be slightly less troublesome would it happen to find anyone present that was not fighting. He also took up the Vigilant, hardening physical defenses. It was at that point that Jaden found himself in a place he used to in some ways and not in others.
Watching a battle unfold that he wasn't involved in; an operation under supervision. He had to let his spymaster's mind take over and put his warrior's spirit behind him for a time. And what he saw was a spectacle that was unlike anything he could have ever imagined Polaris was capable of. Even after knowing him for twenty years, he never quite did anything as brutal as that. Something got under his usually level mind. Primordials had a habit of doing that to even the most hardened veterans. Any inhibition that had been set in place; any safeguard in existence, those were removed.
With the ground covered in crimson ice, it was as a frozen sea of ruby lie under everyone's feet. This was a clash of ideals, worldviews, and potential futures.
Looking over at Beth for a moment, he noticed something different about her eyes. They were as blue as the sky after a storm before. Now they were Sheikah red. She also had blood dripping from the hand that was holding Kae's blade. Something was off. But he hadn't seen her in five years nearly, so perhaps his memories were clouded.
”Davus Fulmen. As commanding general of King Tiburons army, I Polaris Eridanus hereby sentence you to death. At long last, your reign of fear comes to an end.”
Jaden cheered as cranium was cleft in two. Leaving the sword in was a nice touch. But Jaden was in awe of the Fulgarite staff shattering and becoming part of Polaris' versatile makhaira. The concert of red ice and primordial electricity would create its own brand of fear before too long. Jaden felt this was a gift worthy of such a legendary hero.
As battle's tension began to dissipate, he saw another Zora walk toward where the primordial corpse once resided. There were plenty of spoils available, and he believed he could rightfully claim any one of those. But for some reason, as he took in more rum and felt more like himself, a leather bag got his attention. It looked like an old favorite of his, but it was definitely not Magic Powder. Reaching for it, he could feel the dryness and the ozone coming from it. Sticking it in his satchel, he shrugged and drunk from his flask again before walking over to Polaris for a moment.
"Beyond words of accolade, friend. When there's time though, we have a lot to talk about."
Glancing over at Beth flourishing Kae's sword, he nodded at her and then nodded at Polaris before going back over to Beth.
"Elizabeth, why are you speaking in Sheikah? No one understood what you just said."
He also turned to his native tongue in this questioning. Beth insisted that she was not using Sheikah as her speech, but Jaden begged to differ. To avoid starting an argument though, he let it go, staying close to her. Tuffy morphed back into the cat he was more comfortable being and plopped himself down next to Beth's feet.
"Lady Elizabeth, when you are done gloating over the Starborn Edge, Lord Jaden and I need a word. I swear by Felis Minor we will not harm you in any way."
Soldat/Zora's Domain/Night 7
Soldat was knocked to the ground by Davus' new puppet. Whatever attack she used badly burned his face forcing him out of the fight for a moment as he healed his wound. For a moment he thought he was in luck as Severa had become distracted by the others just as he was ready to reengage, but now it seemed he had an enlarged female zora to deal with.
Fighting the over-sized Stella was problematic. The only attacks he had that could deal with something that size were the Second Seal and the True Blade. One he didn't have the room or time to prepare, the other would exhaust him too much to continue fighting. The best he could manage was to keep avoiding here while trying to maneuver closer to Davus.
With what can only be described as a miracle it situation would soon be resolved. Severa had broken free of Davus' grip and in a suicidal charge attacked his timestone. The rock suddenly shattered and...
Polaris had gathered them all together, what was left of them anyway. Most of them were tired and injured, Beth most of all. It seemed whatever caused his Light Burst to over load had did a number on her as well. Soldat found it hard to care though; she was after all still a demon worshiping witch.
The lightning mage raised his staff ready to execute from grand final stand but, nothing. There was a brief hesitation but Polaris was quick to take initiative and attack Davus head on. No one bothered to assist; this fight was clearly going to settle a vendetta an no one dared take that from the General. Though Soldat couldn't if he wanted to as he was quickly becoming overwhelmed by a loud wailing. Looking around it seemed no one else could hear it, and soon a he began to see images flash before his eyes he started to realize whatever it was, was in his head.
Giant possessed Zora, half his allies dead the other half fight each other. Soldat himself without his armor dodging another giant Zora. All coming to a head when Beth's friend who seemed under Davus' control, broke from an attacked her enslave. The woman his the hit Davus' timestone with something and then...
Nothing, there was nothing. The images stopped and the noise had faded away. He looked up just in time to see Polaris finish off Davus and seemingly receive some new power as a result. At first Soldat though it he experience must have been a result of whatever Davus had attempted to do, but more and more that didn't make sense. Nothing he saw seemed to serve the mages ends, and they stopped shortly before his defeat not after. Not to mention if Davus was going to limit his attack to one person, why him? He seemed to be much more invested several of the others present.
It finally hit him; the end of that vision was Severa striking a timestone. What he saw must of been how thing were suppose to happen; an original fate that Severa had rejected from them to create a better outcome. Somehow he was able to see it. No not somehow, it must have been Arch Angel. The Angel reacted poorly to time travel and what he saw must have been the result. Whatever mental anguish it causes him must have been so great Soldat was able to witness part of it despite not being a psychic. The realization made his thoughts instantly fall to Shinsou, was this what the future version of her had experienced?
This wasn't the time for that though; no first he needed his allies to clarify a few things. "Time Murals, Cultists related to someone using celestial magic, people from the future, demons I've never heard of before. I think there are a few things some of you should start explaining. You can start by telling me just who the hell you people are?"
Kaimu Eridanus - Outside Zora’s Domain - Night Seven
"Time Murals, Cultists related to someone using celestial magic, people from the future, demons I've never heard of before. I think there are a few things some of you should start explaining. You can start by telling me just who the hell you people are?"
Kaimu took a deep breath, exhaled, and took another deep breath. Then he started coughing, hacked up a small amount of blood, and shook his head. He went to speak - and started coughing again.
“I-” He raised a hand as he coughed, and Polaris looked over in concern. Kaimu waved him off. “Fine, fine just...” His eyes went wide and his pointed to the middle of the battlefield. “Look!”
A partly translucent image of Sirius Fulmaren stood upon the field, staring gleefully at no one in particular. Kaimu knew almost immediately this was in some relation to the pre-recorded message in his head from the sferic charms.
“Hello everyone! My favorite part of these things is introducing myself. I am Sirius Fulmaren! A few years ago, this rat bastard thunder bastard of thunder...anyway, sorry. This licker of the storms tit broke into my lab and tried to steal a bunch of my stuff.
Well. It worked! He stole a ton! However, he also got a wonderful device forcefully inserted into his head. The last thing I need is this package of lightning bravado dancing arounding sullying my name by misusing my things.
So as a reward to whoever just ended his life, I give to you restorative energy.”
Kaimu’s coughing of blood ceased, and he felt a little lighter. His exhaustion faded, and the hunger pangs in his stomach wore off. A wispy light flitted around him as he felt his body and mind restored. Looking around the field, he saw some warriors receiving the same energy boost, and others seemingly resisting and warding it off.
“Well. I’m sure that added to your questions.” Kaimu replied to Soldat. “You already know some of us of course. But let’s see if I can summarize it for you. I am Kaimu Eridanus, first of the Eridanus line and last of the Kotaro line. Polaris here is my great great great...something grandson. Severa I don’t know, but given her reaction to Davus, I’m betting she’s also related to Sirius, the man who just spoke to us on the field.
Sirius by the way, is responsible for gross violations of the law of my native Zora clan in Labrynna, and I seek bringing him to justice. He’s also out to claim the time stone vault for his own personal reasons. Many of the powers Davus has were thanks to stolen technology from Sirius’ lab.” Kaimu paused to let it all sink in, but kept going before anyone else could interrupt or reply. “I can’t tell you a damn thing about demons or celestial magic, and honestly. At this point it might be best if.” Kaimu paused again as a pair of Zora guards rushed out onto the field.
“General Polaris, Lord Kaimu!” The yelled. “Tiburon seeks your council immediately. We are under attack! An unknown party has unleashed a wave of undead upon us! The entire population is holed up underground and at risk. We need your assistance now!”
“Oh hell...” Kaimu trailed off, looking to Polaris. “We better get in there.” He turned and used his sferic charms to great amplify his voice, to inspirationally commanding levels. “To all those fighters who would assist us, please help in the protection of the Zora people!” With those words, Kaimu rushed off towards the Zora’s Domain entrance.
Rathon Boldstyre / Zoras Domain / Night 7
Following his rabble of undead soldiers as they ran chaotically through the moist chambers of the domain Rathon was beginning to realise just how empty these lower areas were. He assumed that this had been Tiburons plan all along, to coax him out by lack of response and presumably launch a trap. Not a great plan, Rathon thought as he strolled behind the madness of the dead searching for something to kill. Navigating the system of complex tunnels and hallways, groups split off in every direction and Rathon continued to follow behind the largest hoard until they reached a dead end.
The army of Stalfos split in the centre for its leader to walk through and inspect the barrier before them. Where the tunnel seemed to open up into a larger cavern the Zora seemed to have constructed a barricade and through a small crack in this wall Rathon could see a number of soldiers standing over a crowd of seemingly unarmed and fearful Zora.
“This could be fun after all.” He whispered to himself before turning to his army. “Break it down.”
And with those three words the hoard of undead Zora piled onto the makeshift wall with all their strength and Rathon stood back in wait for them to tear it down. As he waited he concentrated on the energies of death around him. The numbers of those under his control seemed to have faded slightly. This meant that some had found Zora soldiers, and the fight was on. Once this barricade was destroyed Rathon knew what he would do. He would slaughter those at arms within and keep the civilians hostage until he finally received an audience with the king.
Stella Delphinus/ Zora's Domain/ Night 7
"What!?? Are you serious? ...No! Not this shit again!" Stella fumed at the thought of someone breaking into Zora's Domain under her nose for a second time. If the guards were correct the intruder probably came in the same way the trust thieves did just four days earlier. Tiburon could, no likely would execute her if she failed in the same way again.
Anger quickly turned to fear as she realized the amount of people who were endangered by this undead threat. Though she was confident in the Zora army's skill at fighting them a staggering death toll could still take place if the civilians became trapped in the underground tunnels. Rushing over like her life depended on it Stella came across the pile of Sirius' inventions. Among them she saw a pair of boots. Thinking they could be Pegasus Boots to increase her speed Stella hastily put them on her feet.
As they clicked on the Zora felt an electric shock, not enough to truly hurt her but enough to taze her out of her senses.
...What? No I'm recording messages! Shut Up!
Oh, Hello. This is the lightning... no wrong script...
Oh, Hello! These are conversion boots. They can make you hover, sort of. They also make surfaces magnetic temporary! I haven't tested these features, good luck.
"Yeah... thanks jerk" was the reply she mumbled to herself. After the explanation Stella wasted no time entering the city along with the others. At a room towards the center of town the domain's defenders came across a long path that spiraled into the cavern depths below. Stella decided to test out her new device here. If it worked it would save her precious time. If not at least the water filled lake at the bottom would ensure the landing wouldn't kill her.
"I'm going to take a shortcut ahead. I'll catch up with you all at the bottom.
Clicking two buttons on her heals together she felt a magnetic grip take hold of the ground. Stepping over the ledge she leaned forward and planted her heals on the cavern wall below. Defying gravity she ran downwards at full speed, blood running to her head. Before reaching the bottom Stella could see a mass of Stal creatures gathered at the bottom. Leaping off the wall above them she thrust her staff into a undead's head, slicing the monster in half.
Before the Stalfos beside it could react Stella rolled forward and cut off the legs toppling it over. A third monster ran in but took a blow to the head and a fourth and fifth fell with little more resistance. Blocking the sword of a skeleton covered in thick armor the Zoron captain swung into it's chest, lodging the staff into it's hollow interior. As it fell several stalhounds and stalkins ran in to replace her defeated foes. However Stella couldn't pull out the staff tangled in the stalfos chainmail. With a few vain attempts to tug it free Stella let out a sigh.
Fine. I'll just deal with it then! Using her fists and sharp fins she slashed into the hounds, each letting out a small wimpier as they meet their final demise. Though armed with weapons the small kid sized skeletons faired little better. One had it's head punched off while another collapsed upon it's musty bones being kicked in the chest. A stalkin from behind got a lucky hit on the woman's upper head fin with a small spear. Grunting in pain Stella pulled the bloodstained spear out, swung around to grab it's ribcage, and ripped the poor creature apart with her bare hands.
Despite killing enemies left and right Stella was getting weary again. More and more undead poured in and soon she found herself surrounded on all sides.
"Damn. Why couldn't this war have started when I was ten years younger?" Panting to catch her breath she again activated the conversion boots. Running up the side of a wall Stella walked upside-down along the ceiling, bypassing the piles of reanimated dead. As the magnetism wore off she fell to the floor, but this time was sounded by her friends who had arrived on scene.
"The civilians are held up this way. Please hurry!
Ella Huntley/Outside Zora's Domain/Whatever time everyone else is on...
Darkness. She was so familiar with it these past few days, but this was different. It wasn't just her vision that was gone. It was as though darkness had encompassed all her senses. She could hear darkness. Feel darkness. Even smell and taste it. And then the darkness popped with a hiss and shimmered, and she was back outside Zora's Domain, standing with allies, both temporary and more permanent, against the madman Davis Fulmen.
The red zora, Polaris, marched forward when Davus stumbled in his attacks, and after a brief trading of attacks, the general condemned Davus to a guilty man's death. Lightning rained down from on high, and Polaris became something more than he was. Where the corpse of Davus had disappeared, a myriad of items was left in its place. Some of the group strode forward to claim spoils of the battle.
Ella glanced to her side and looked at Annie.
She looked at Annie.
Her knees buckled when she finally processed it all. She had watched that entire exchange. When the darkness pop-hissed away, it had taken all darkness with it.
The other young woman turned to look at her, curious.
Elizabeth and Jaden/Zora's Domain/Night 7
Beth was puzzled that only her uncle understood her. This would complicate matters. Why was she only able to speak Sheikah? She wasn't hearing herself speak in it. And she wasn't hearing others speak it either. They were speaking Hylian.
When she heard Soldat ask his question to the others, she shouted quite profanely at him in a short diatribe that made Jaden raise an eyebrow.
"I will translate as best I can. She must really hate you, buddy. Something that starts with the letter f, rhymes with duck shoe, and your mother does inappropriate things with a sheep. That about right, Liz?"
Beth nodded firmly in agreement to Jaden before he asked Polaris another question. In response to the news of a horde of undead invaders, he offered his support.
"Polaris, we have a lot to catch up on. But know whatever aid you need from me you have. Can't speak for my niece or her cult, but I am in your debt."
Beth whispered something in his ear, but Jaden motioned for her to wait.
"Water Dragon? Tell me more. I tried to stay out of this war but I made you a promise. Just tell us where you need us. Liz is already with you. Me too."
Soldat/Zora's Domain/Night 7
Soldat fired a sword beam just past Beth's head and spoke directly to Jaden with his sword still raised, "Let me make something abundantly clear. We currently find ourselves with mutual allies. This does not mean we are allies. As far as I'm concerned she and her demonic cult are still at the center of all of this. Therefore unless someone hear answers my question and gives me a reason not too I will kill her. Please keep in mind this is something I seem to be quiet well equipped to do."
His point made he finally lowered his sword, "I will admit it seems the current situation demands I allow this inquire to wait, however; when this matter is settled I will have my answers. In the mean time I will not be letting her out of my sight.
Kaimu Eridanus, Zora’s Domain, Night 7
SMACK! Right in the face. Kaimu fell to the ground as one of the stalfos caught him off guard, punching him in the face and knocking him to the ground.
He looked up and saw a sword coming down, and then, in a miraculous show of timing, the air exploded with water and blood, and another Zora appeared, knocking down the stalfos and exploding its skeleton into hundreds of pieces. Kaimu didn’t need any time at all to figure out who it was.
“Fiora?” He was at once horrified and ecstatic. His partner from Labrynna, the one whom had been there with him since he first arrived in that land. But she didn’t look well. She was clearly sick, and weak from the strong blood magic she had most certainly just used. “Fiora...no...did you use it?” She looked at him and meekly nodded. “Had to, that wizard you used to chase, he tried to poison the clan, just like your old one.” She laughed, coughing in between the happy cries. “I protected them, but I got contaminated. I only had a matter of weeks to live anyway. Had to bring them to you.”
“Bring who?” Kaimu asked. He already knew the answer.
“Your children.” She handed him the eggs, all neatly tucked into a protective bag.
“Fiora...” He had nothing he could say. If what she said was true, her life was forfeit from the moment Davus had tried to poison her. “You still have time, we have to get you somewhere safe.”
Zoras Domain, Kaimu Eridanus, Late Night of the Seventh
With a bag of eggs slung over his back, and Fiora in his arms, Kaimu forced his way through the swaths of undead, battling back to the exit of Zora’s Domain. He knew that Mako and his forces would be able to handle things, and it was now far more important to carry out Tiburon’s wishes.
“Stay with me Fiora.” Kaimu tried to calm her, though in reality she was as silent as could be, save for her heartbeat. If anything, he was only trying to calm himself. Amidst the mass of those battling, he spotted Stella. Initially he thought to call to her, but this was likely a chance for her to redeem herself in the King’s eyes, he couldn’t bring himself to pull her away from that.
Kaimu was tired of fate. So when the thought crossed his mind that it was on his side, he cast the thought away, reinforcing his belief that for all his fated encounters, this moment was his to control. He broke through the last of the undead in his way, and out in front of Zora’s Domain yet again, where a number of the battle hardened warriors still stood.
Though none spoke to him about Fiora’s dying state, he responded to their silence anyway.
“Magic cannot help her.” He said it without aggression, but not without emotion. “I have to be alone with her for now...All of you, you battled bravely against Fulmen, and I would be proud to call you allies once we’ve had the chance to sort out the problems between us.”
“Kaimu...” Fiora looked up at him. “You need to complete the ritual for hatching the eggs.” He nodded in agreement.
“I will be able to find all of you again. Go to the water Dragon. Those of you who know what i’m talking about, fill in those that don’t. If you choose not to heed my command, so be it, but I say what I say for the good of us all.” Kaimu finished speaking and rushed off to find a private spot where he could lay Fiora to rest, and tend to her eggs, which would soon become his eggs as well.
Polaris Eridanus/ Zora's Domain/ Night of the 7th
His arms itched where the shards of The Fulgarite Staff had fused with his flesh. The jagged pieces had meshed and dissolved into his skin on contact, but the itch was constant and residual. Or perhaps this was something Davus always dealt with regularly. If that were the case, it was no wonder he was crazy. The lightning that coursed through Polaris' veins intermingled with the red ice already present, and every now and again a little streamer of red static would rise up and dance along one part or another of his body expending itself with a pop-crackle.
The usual congratulations were interrupted by Kaimu carrying a wounded female Zora. The patriarch of the Eridanus clan urged them to leave and carry out the quest to the Water Dragon before hurrying off.
The undead army however had Polaris' mind reeling and although Kaimu to them to leave, his thoughts immediately shifted from departing to carry out the quest to suspicion. Necromancy. Surely...not. Shinigami wouldn't be here now as well would he? So despite Kaimu's words, Polaris had to investigate to date his curiosity.
A soldier ran by and Polaris reached out and grabbed him by the arm and the man yelped, "Ah! What the hell man you shocked...oh...my apologies general, how may I be of service?"
Polaris furrowed his brow, mastering and properly channeling and controlling the fury of Fulmens staff would take time. Time that was not a luxury at present.
"My apologies soldier. Must've been static...sound the alarms. Three sharp blasts of the conch should do. There is no beast to summon from the depths, but by the heavens people need to be aware of this threat and help may still be possible!"
The young warrior nodded and hurried off, still rubbing his shoulder.
Polaris saw Stella run headlong down the wall ahead wearing some peculiar boots no doubt fashioned in Sirius' Fun Factory and was about to dive over the edge to follow her, when a flash of light caught his eye. He whirled just in time to see a sword beam streak past Elizabeth's head. He sighed in exasperation before running over.
"Let me make something abundantly clear. We currently find ourselves with mutual allies. This does not mean we are allies. As far as I'm concerned she and her demonic cult are still at the center of all of this. Therefore unless someone here answers my question and gives me a reason not too I will kill her. Please keep in mind this is something I seem to be quite well equipped to do. I will admit it seems the current situation demands I allow this inquiry to wait, however; when this matter is settled I will have my answers. In the mean time I will not be letting her out of my sight."
He stood there, as Beth raged on in Ancient Sheikah. Something about camel dung and its many uses and similarities to the paladins brain, Polaris wasn't entirely sure his translation was accurate. But knowing Lizzy, he assumed it was. Before she or Jaden could retaliate, he intervened.
"You will have your answers guardian, but as you said now is not the time. I will say this, as misguided and unsavory as some of the things my adopted niece has partook in are, she is not the source of the unrest in this realm or the war."
Soldat, although not satisfied with the answer did seem to relent a bit for the time being. The sound of the ancient conch tore through the night air. Three short, sharp, violent blasts that sounded so unlike the conch that summoned the ancient Zora monster, no one would've believed it was the same shell.
Polaris smiled. "The cavalry will soon be approaching. Let's see if we can clear the field before they arrive."
The sound of hundreds of iron shod hooves peppering the turf as they raged to the rescue rolled across the domain like oncoming thunder.
Prince Mako/ Leaving Zora's Domain/ Night of the 7th
With his troops replaced and numbers replenished after the defeat at Lon Lon, the crown prince and 200 fresh faced and determined Zora warriors marched towards the far borders of the Zora's Domain. Once there they would turn towards the lakes, the garrisons at both Hylia and Floria were in need, the General was going to Floria, so it fell to Mako to get Hylia in line before looking in on operations there.
The Zora shamans had done a miraculous job of healing the princes blue roan. The only sign of injury to the sturdy charger was the silver line of living flesh where the spell had knit the tissues back together. Pulling lightly on the reins, the prince fell out of the procession to try and catch one last glimpse of his home. It would seem that the Crimson General put down the rogue lightning mage, allowing Mako to breathe easier as he and his departed in such uncertain times.
Mako patted his chargers neck affectionately, "I know Triton, I worry overmuch. Off with us then." Mako pulled on the reigns, turning to take his place back at the head of the company when three short, sharp blasts, unmistakable for anything except his fathers conch echoed through the night.
The whole party stopped, every eye turned to the prince. Zora's Domain was under attack. From what Mako knew not, there was no precedence for three blasts of the conch. One signaled internal threats, two was for external. Three? The prince did not know, yet. Raising his spear high above his head he drove Triton hard towards his home as he sped forward the prince loosed a battle cry which was soon echoed by two hundred other warriors as they joined his charge.
The waning moon hung high in the night sky as Mako topped the rise in approach to the Domain. The sounds of fighting could be heard, but from whence it came he couldn't say. The outside of the Domain was deserted save for those already dead. The fighting then, must be inside. In one fluid movement the Prince leapt from his mount, hit the ground running and charged into the entrance at the head of two hundred warriors.
Making their way through the tunnels to the central chamber Mako found piles of bones littered here and there as the sounds of fighting grew louder.
Entering into the chamber he found Polaris and the members of his fellowship locked in combat with a horde of undead. "General! What is going on here?!"
Polaris turned his frigid gaze on him, electricity crackled and danced along his red scales as he called out, "The dead began to rise from the tombs and attack the city! This is the work of some dark necromancy, I know not where the source is. Your father..."Polaris gestured to the tunnel that lead to the safe rooms.
Mako nodded and tore up the stairs without any other reply. Rounding the corner he came upon the remains of a shattered barricade, the door hung limply on a broken hinge. Bursting through the doorway Mako and his men saw King Tiburon with his Trident in hand alongside his personal guard fending off a horde of undead trying to get at a number of defenseless civilians.
"Get back you foul creatures! You'll not win purchase against us! Back! Back I say!" Tiburon lunged forward with his trident, catching a Stalfos in the breastplate and shattering it to dust and bones at his feet. Panting heavily, the aged King planted the trident on the floor and leaned up against it.
"Father!" Mako cried out.
Tiburon looked up from his rest to smile at his son. Feebly the King lifted a hand in greeting, offering a weak smile. "My son..."
A wicked looking creature broke off from the fighting and lunged at the distracted monarch and drove a black blade into his flank. Tiburon groaned and lurched forward before falling.
Mako charged forward, his Daira bone spear was a flurry of movement as he spun and slashed with an unmatched fury dispatching enemy after enemy, blazing a trail to the kings side. The wicked little skull thing that had stabbed the King waited, dancing from foot to foot merrily.
Mako swung his spear in righteous anger and decapitated the beast in a single fell slash. Kneeling next to the King as his men dispatched the remaining creatures, Mako listened intently as he inspected the wound. Black tendrils spread out from the small laceration and slowly worked their way up his side. The kings breath came in ragged gasps, he tried to speak, but Mako placed a silencing finger to his lips.
"No father. Save your energy."
Lifting the King bodily, Mako ran to the infirmary as the battle raged around him. Kicking in the doors he plopped him down on the cold stone slab in front the assorted gathering of healers and shamans who hurriedly went to work inspecting and cleaning the wound.
It was some time before one of his men entered, "M-my prince. The threat has been thwarted. The enemies are all but dead, the search for the necromancer continues..."
The warrior trailed off mid sentence as one of the shamans shuffled up to the prince and whispered something in his ear. Mako nodded before making to exit the room, he paused at the doorstep, and turned to the nameless soldier,
"Find the culprit. I'll have his head for this."
Polaris and his entourage of heroes and vagabonds were finishing off the last of the boneheads when Mako entered the chamber.
"General, your journey to the Water Dragon is of the utmost importance. The need now is even greater, King Tiburon suffered a grievous wound from an accursed blade. The blight upon his body spreads quickly. The shamans tell me there's not much time, but they will do what they can to quell the spread of the poison."
Mako took in a breath and his face contorted into a frown of regret.
"However, he will die without a scale from the Water Dragon herself. Until such a time as you return I will remain here and assume my fathers mantle. My 200 will travel to the lake without me until I am able to join them."
Polaris dropped to a knee and bowed briefly. Rising, he turned to the group,
"We have our orders. Kaimu was right after all. Haste is of the utmost importance."
Rathon Boldstyre / Zora’s Domain / Night 7
Rathon wasn’t stupid. He could see that this was a losing battle from the moment a number of Zora soldiers swarmed into the chambers outnumbering his ranks. This attack on the king had not gone as well as intended, they had surrounded Tiburon but this troublesome prince had to arrive and ruin everything. As the Zora came in slashing Rathon decided this was his time to leave. As he slunk off into the darkness only to be followed by several Zora warriors.
Backed up into a corner Rathon did not fear these mortals. With blinding speed he swung his rapier across the chest of his first pursuer slicing through his skin and spilling blood onto the floor, following through with this strike he cut downwards splitting the skin of the next Zora’s face. He quickly pulled his arm back up diagonally after this strike slicing the legs of another Zora and striking a fourth in the chin with the hilt as it rose. As these four Zora warriors bled out from their wounds Rathon finished three of them off by slicing further and deeper into their flesh, then brutally crushed the skull of the fourth under his foot.
With these Zora dispatched Rathon dashed through the empty corridor and silently crept into a small room containing a stone table in the centre and walls lined with shelves filled to the brim with various potions and ingredients. The inhabitants of this room failed to notice him enter as they cowered behind a table in the corner, Rathon considered slaughtering the cowards but decided against it and quietly hid in a storage cupboard with the intent of remaining there until things had calmed down and he could creep out and leave the domain unseen.
However, like most of his schemes this didn’t go quite as planned. The moment Rathon shut the cupboard door a Zora soldier kicked open the doors of this chamber and threw Tiburon onto the table in the middle of the room. As this happened the cowardly Zora jumped from the corner and surrounded their feeble king. Rathons mood quickly improved as he learned of the kings state, this could provide him with the opportunity he needed. Once this soldier had left Rathon rushed across the room and pushed his rapier against the throat of the king. Finally standing in the position he had been awaiting from the moment he set foot in this domain.
“Continue to treat him if you must” Rathon said to the shamans. “But if anyone makes a move to attack, your king will be dead and you efforts in vain.”
“Now” He said with a darker tone as he turned his featureless face down towards Tiburon. “Are you in a state to answer my demands or do I need to wait for your little friend to return?”
Kaimu, Night of the Seventh
Kaimu sat silently, watching over Fiora and the eggs she had brought. They were no longer just her eggs, now they were his as well, the ritual was complete.
Fiora was silent, her life having faded away as the ritual finished. Kaimu had done his share of mourning, and would continue to mourn for much of his life. But she was gone now, and he had a duty to watch over his young. He put the eggs into his pack, and began shuffling back towards Zora’s Domain, expecting his allies to at last be ready to move on.
Severa, Night of the Seventh
A lot had happened since Severa recovered from the time travel assault of Fulmen. Though none of it had been within her presence, but people seemed to be rushing around, arguing, talking. Beth had started speaking an entirely different language, which Severa mostly understood to be Hylian, though she wasn’t completely proficient.
She heard Jaden comment on Beth’s strange behavior, but before she could say anything herself, Severa fell into a trance. It seemed like she was stuck in it for weeks, watching the world around her inch forward, inch forward, and then stop. Her grip on time was shattered, she could not perceive the world as it was.
The only thing she could do was fish the eyeball from her pocket, the one she had sliced from her mother’s face. She peered into it, and felt the connection resume. She could see out of the other eye, for all the sense that made.
She saw her mother Vera approaching Sirius’ lab, a curious decision, for her parents were supposedly estranged. What was her mother doing? She couldn’t hear anything, only see.
Sirius was there, working on some sort of machine, like always. At first he acted indifferent to Vera, but it was only so long before she forced him to pay attention, forced him to see what had been done to her. Then he embraced her. That wasn’t expected. The two smiled. Why? They hated one another. Severa felt something odd, like...
Sirius mouthed the words.
“I love you daughter”. That was creepy. Why would he say that to Vera? He was smirking. He was looking at Vera’s eye very deliberately. The sight was two-way! He wasn't talking to Vera, he was talking to Severa! Sirius could see her back. He could track her, watch her. No matter what, she couldn’t escape him!
Vera walked up to a mirror, and smirked just like her husband. Her parents were reunited again.
“We love you, Severa” Her lips read. Severa pulled back. Time resumed, her world came into focus, and the connection to her mother’s eye was ended. The warriors from the fight, at least some of them, stood around her. Kaimu was walking back over, as was Polaris. She did not know how she fit in with these people. But she knew who Kaimu was.
“You.” She said to the fishman. “Your mission is to seek my father?” She couldn’t remember if she had talked to him about it already. Everything was still hazy.
“Yes...” He said tentatively.
“It is my mission as well. We are not on positive terms. I am tired-” She realized the folly in revealing Sirius was watching her. “Of his influence on the world and on others.” Kaimu eyed Severa oddly, and had no response. She took that is at least partial agreement. “I will go with you.”