Chapter 131
Buried in the Sands of Ti
Sylas fell out of it for but a mont before coming to. Agnes, however, continued to stare, her jaw slacked, forcing Sylas to grab her by the arm and pull her away and behind one of the jagged spires protruding from the mountains summit, hiding behind the cover. Though she yelped in shock for a brief breath, she ca to imdiately after, realizing the weight of what they had just discovered.
Did you see anyone? Sylas asked.
N-no, you? she stuttered a reply.
No, he said, taking a deep breath and another peek. Just... trees and ruins.
And the lake.
Yes, the lake.
What the hell is that place? she asked.
Oh, I dont know, resting hall of Legolas the Elf?
What? she looked at him strangely.
Nothing, I dont know, Sylas chuckled to himself for a mont. Whatever it is... well, Im pretty sure only Gods know of this place.
Should... should we go check it out? curiosity was evident in her eyes and even Sylas was beyond tempted to just throw caution to the wind and rush down. However, he could still contain himself.
No, he replied. Well wait for a couple of days and see if theres any movent in the anti. If it is as dead as it appears, well hike down to take a closer look at it.
... Agnes fell silent and hung her head to the side, looking down at the lake once more, her eyes shining.
Sylas leaned back and took out the last gourd of wine, taking a few sips. Hed expected many things, but an actual settlent--or at least its remnant--was far down on the list. At best, he expected to find so traces of people either at the top of the mountain or on the way to the summit. However, having climbed it, he already knew that whoever was digging the dead toward the castle did not exist anywhere west.
Not only was the terrain insane, but no human--magic-doused or otherwise--could also actually survive longer than a day. Even he, who could effectively take a sword to his gut and break out into a dance with that very sword as his partner felt the climb. If the winds were any harsher, or the temperatures any lower, even he would have died before completing the climb.
That notwithstanding, a discovery like this... was monuntal. At the very least he thought so. Then again, for all he knew, most if not all of the proper players were already aware of this place and had left it standing deserted for a good reason. Still, he decided to err on the side of optimism, even if it was an ill fit.
The day--an actual one, with the sunlight basking them--slowly began to pass. Even though the suns warmth still couldnt dull the frigid temperatures, they were dancing around a zero rather than the tens and dozens below it further down the mountain. Even when the night fell, it only got mildly colder rather than unlivable. Still, both of them sat tucked inside three blankets, side by side, as it beca sort of an instinctual ritual.
Ive been thinking, she said. Maybe its like the lost city of so ancient civilization? Maybe one even older than the Empire?
Maybe, Sylas said. Maybe, just maybe, its even the ho of the little fae, or maybe wisps, or maybe spirits--
Oh, shut it, she elbowed him gently. Why do you have to always cut down the fantasy?
I just dont want you to be crying once it turns out to be sothing mundane.
You think it has a chance of being mundane? she scoffed. Whatever it is, it exists surrounded by the unlivable and unconquerable. Its old, Sylas. It must be. Maybe even older than these mountains.
... okay, yeah, its not just your naivety that reminds of a child, he said. Its also your imagination.
Oh, shush. You wish your mind wasnt jaded by the reality of things and that you could see the world for the wondrous thing it is.
I do see the world for the wondrous thing it is, he said, taking a bite out of hard bread. But I also see it for the shitty thing it is. Most dreams die, and most exciting things pass in a flash, and were left with the boring and mundane everyday. In fact, thats what I love the most.
The boring and the mundane? she glanced at him, her gaze askew.
Aye, he nodded. Whats wrong with the boring and the mundane? Its predictable. Comfortable. It hugs you and warms you and loves you. It doesnt try to give you a heart attack, it doesnt force you to do things youre uncomfortable doing, and you wake up every day knowing exactly what to expect.
But... you... you know what to expect, she said.
Its kind of ironic I have to make this point to a fuckin Prophet, dont you think?
"But--but that's the thing! I dream about the things I know nothing of, Sylas, she said. Before I started staying with you, every day... every day was just like what you described it. Boring. Predictable. Sa. Most years are hazy and forgettable. How can you say you love that kind of life?
Well, mostly because that kind of life doesnt herald us up a deadly mountain and other manner of adventures that have us bleeding from our brains, he said. Co on. Arent you a bit tired of dying wherever we go?
If you really did want the mundane as you say, she said. You would simply repeat loops forever, without trying to learn new things and advance further.
... I suppose, he said. Wow. You got . I feel so... naked. As though my soul is laid bare in front of your all-seeing eyes--
Ill punch you! she exclaid as she punched him.
Alright, alright, try to get so rest. Gods know we need it.
Yeah...
The night passed uneventful and silent, with the moon blissfully painting the full arc on the clear sky, and the similar silence beckoning the gold-laden dawn. The two awoke to the sa world they left, though one slightly warr. While Sylas concocted a quick breakfast of the few things they had left, Agnes was already fast-looming over the edge of the spire, overlooking the lake.
I dont see anybody, she said. Its the sa as yesterday.
Yeah? Maybe theyre out, hunting.
Hunting? Hunting what? she returned, asking with a scoff. Hollow air?
"Isn't that a bit of a redundancy?"
What I ant is that theres nothing here, she said, sitting down and taking the bowl still-steaming bowl. No wildlife of any note.
Maybe theyre foraging, then. Theres trees and grass and stuff.
"Or, most likely, it's an ancient site of a long-lost civilization and it's whispering at us to co to inspect it."
"You're hearing whispers? Maybe your connection to the Gods has finally returned. Either that or you've just completely lost your marbles."
No... no, I cant hear them, she mumbled lowly.
Im sorry.
No, its fine.
I know what can cheer you up, though.
What?
A kiss!
Ugh, Sylas...
How about we go take a look, then?
... really?
Really.
"Really!" she put the bowl aside and leaped to her feet and, at that mont, Sylas realized sothing.
Oh, son of a bitch, he mumbled with a creeping smile. She got .
Not bothering to properly put their stuff away, he followed after her--well, he sauntered while she sprinted downhill as though the wind was carrying her. By the ti Sylas reached the lakeside, she was already face-glued to one of the rugged and chunky rocks near what looked to be a decrepit wall.
"What's that?" he asked while glancing around--the lake was truly beautiful and breathtaking but, despite that, it was empty--void of life. It was the sa with the surrounding forest--beautiful... but empty.
I dont know, she said. But see these lines? They look like letters, no? Well, not like any that I know, but still...
Maybe, he said, crouching down and taking a deeper look. Before he could say anything else, a window appeared in front of him and shimred.
You have discovered Hvel.
Reward: Maekels Language
Follow-up quest: explore the Ruins of Hvel and learn about its history.
Reward: ???
Whats wrong?
Hm?
"You suddenly dozed off," she said. "And got this strange look in your eyes."
Oh, nothing. Its just... I can read this stuff, he said
You can? How?!! she exclaid.
cause Im amazing? Otherworldly? Badass?
Well, you are an ass. So, what does it say? What does it say? she asked excitedly.
Its a list, he said. Three things
"1. When Van'ashi sing, so do we-- ve'lmahal, ve'lmahal
2. When Dead sing, we do not-- betanah, betanah
3. In Maekel we trust, they do not-- mahan, mahan
...
...
You may as well just have scread yadayabababatada.
Yeah, know what you an, he chuckled. But it really says that. I guess you were right.
I was?
"Yeah, this looks to be a remnant of so ancient civilization," he said, standing up and looking forward that the varying buildings of varying degrees of ruin. "Today we uncover sothing that's been forgotten by the whole world. I suppose it beats the boring and the mundane."
Im glad we agree on sothing, she said, suddenly grabbing his arm. Now, co with . Youre going to be my personal translator in case we run into more of those letters!
"Lead the way, Princess..."
I am. Now shush. Lets go over there first--it looks like a garden. Oh my Gods! Thats kovel flower! I thought it didnt grow anywhere! The only ti Id seen it was when it fell from the sky. You have to try making tea out of this! Even eating it raw is one of the best experiences ever! Ah, look at that arch--looks like the doors used to be there. Hm, let's see, let's see..."
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