Chapter 34
Tales of a Prophet
Looking forward at the forest and back to the three people who still seed plenty confused, Sylas could only smile wryly. It took so heavy convincing, but after playing the Prophet and the Gods missionary card several tis, he managed to convince Valen to co along to the expedition into the unknown, expedition that the boy considered to be certain death.
Sylas was quite touched by the level of trust, even with the whole Prophet business. Convincing Ryne and Tenner, on the other hand, was marginally easier. However, due to the fact that he rushed it a bit and relied heavily on the Prince, Ryne was quite doubtful of him still. It didnt matter, however, as he was beyond confident in gaining her confidence by the ti they reached the valley.
The group departed without much fanfare. The atmosphere, in fact, was very much dead, as though the castle was bidding the final farewell to its prince. Wanting to escape the tendrils of dread, Sylas rushed them and quickly left, with a Prince, an Exorcist, and a Captain in tow, sounding quite so ways like the start of a bad joke.
Stop looking so grim, he said to Valen and Tenner. Im not leading you to your deaths. I very much like living, myself. Contrary to what my recent experiences would say he mumbled the last sentence, questioning whether he truly liked living considering how many tis he killed himself.
But was it necessary for the Prince to co? Tenner asked, beyond anxious. Hed already buried the boy once in his mind, and now hed likely get buried with him.
Yes, Sylas replied firmly. Look, arent you embarrassed? A young girl is handling this way better than you.
she is an Exorcist, Valen smiled bitterly, giving in. Hed already leftthere was no need for the gloom. Whatever happened from this point onward, hed simply accept it. Trusting Sylas hadnt betrayed him yet. Until it does, he shouldnt judge the man. But youre right. I have already agreed to co.
Good, Sylas nodded. Now, I suppose I best disclose the real reason I wanted you to co.
Your dubious looks notwithstanding, Sylas cracked a smile. I couldnt very well say in front of everyone what Id seen, Prince.
whatd you see? Valen suddenly got a bad feeling, staring intently at those brown eyes.
An army of the dead, Sylas said. Fernting beyond the forest.
WHAT?! Ryne, Tenner, and Valen exclaid the sa word, though with three very different tones. Valens was one of horror and abject petrification. Sylas had, after all, already warned him once of the impending army of the dead, so there was a precedent.
Tenners tone was akin to a father who was questioning his sons ntal faculties after the son said sothing beyond reason, such as I will make top dollar being a clown at childrens party, just you wait, dad!.
Rynes tone was between the two, partly wondering what he ant and partly wondering just what. Nonetheless, seeing how confident the strange guard(?) was and the Princes reaction, she sought so validity to the words, wondering.
Dont worrywe wont be going to fight. After all, I bitched out during the first one, and I didnt suddenly develop a hero complex. Im just going to show you sothing. Sothing none of you would have believed if I just straight-up told you. From the safe distance, I an. Ryne, be on the lookout for the strange trees and the patterns. The forest is full of them so you'll have to guide us."
As though he suddenly pulled a curtain from her eyes, Ryne imdiately saw itright in front of them, as though designed by fate. The pattern of the trees was similar to that of a mild-altering talisman and was likely ant to keep them going in circles.
H-heres one, she pointed out, her finger shaking slightly.
Oh, good, Sylas praised her, nodding. Lets keep moving, then. Theres a long journey ahead of us, but we need to be speedy. Well take breaks each sixth pattern, in four-hour bursts. So, my dear Prince, your stamina will be tested. Keep up.
Sylas pushed them forward, sticking to the initial plan despite the fact that it was taking its toll on everyone, and not just the Prince. However, he couldnt be certain when exactly the phenonon of the dead raining from the sky would happen since his mory was quite fuzzy on the number of days they spent getting there and, as such, he wanted to be there early, even if it ant waiting for possibly days. Thered be plenty of ti to rest after.
It took them solid two-and-a-half days to get to the pri checkpointthe pattern that indicated safety rather than a trap. It was also here that Sylas slowed down the pace slightly, affording them a few extra hours of sleep since they were fairly close.
Were almost there, he said, nibbling away at the chicken. All four were sitting around the campfire, warming up and eating dinner. Should make it by tomorrow.
Where exactly? At where this army is? Valen quizzed. The days hadnt been kind to his handso countenance. He was much paler than usual and seed dispirited. Additionally, he had further learned of the rugged ways, having eaten with his bare hands every day. Not an experience hed like to replicate frequently in the future, but one hed appreciate forever, he was certain.
No, not quite, Sylas said, looking at him. What if I told you just beyond that stretch of trees, theres a mountain valley?
Impossible, Ryne, Tenner, and Valen replied at exactly the sa ti, causing Sylas to look at them oddly. They were strangely in sync, as though theyd been practicing.
Well, then, now you see why I had to drag you along with , Sylas added. Even I wouldnt believe if soone just randomly told theres a mountain valley where the shoreline cliffs ought to be. This is one of those things that you need to see to believe.
haah, Valen sighed, shaking his head slightly. My interest is piqued, at least. Changing from the doom-and-gloom of the army of the dead topic, I am yet to thank you, Mrs. Ryne. You are extrely knowledgeable when it cos to talismans. After obtaining so experience, Ive no doubt you could serve as the Courtly Exorcist.
Y-you flatter , Prince, Ryne was a young girl and Valen was a handso Prince; even days after eting him, and his change in appearance, she still had trouble talking confidently to him, much less so maintaining eye contact. I just know a thing or two.
Who was your teacher, if you dont mind asking? Valen posed a question while Sylas remained silent, opting to simply learn more by listening.
Ah, not at allit was Asha redith. I dont know whether Your Highness has heard of my Master.
Heard of her? Of course Ive heard of her! No wonder, no wonder you are so talented! Valen exclaid softly, sighing afterward. "Revered Witch of the Lake honestly, considering the stories Ive heard I am both impressed by you and terrified for you.
what do you an? Sylas asked, noticing the shift in the atmosphere.
Hmm, Valen mumbled for a mont, seemingly uncertain whether to answer the question or not.
Itits fine, Ryne said.
The reason shes called Reverend, Valen continued. Is because she has a good track record when it cos to raising new Exorcist. The reason shes called a Witch
is because her ans are abhorrent? Sylas finished the thought.
Sothing like that, yes, Valen nodded.
"My my Master's thods are harsh, that's true," Ryne said. "But necessary. As Exorcists, we see death almost every day and we face it constantly. We cannot flinch upon its gaze. We cannot cower. We are the vanguards against the Unspoken. Oh, wow, look at that old-fashioned brainwashing, Sylas mused inwardly, glancing at Rynes expression. It was like a mantra to her, he knew, ans of rationalizing her childhood. Though he had no ans of knowing exactly what she went through, if a child ever needs to rationalize the childhood they had it was not a good one.
Back ho, Sylas spoke out. There was this Army General. We called him the Dreaded. Leaders loved him, and everyone else either abhorred or feared him. What hed do is take children as young as four and spend years training them, beating the will to live out of them, until they were empty-headed soldiers. Then, hed hand the soldiers to the leaders whod use the children as the frontline. Imagine imagine you were an enemy, and you saw hundreds of twelve or thirteen-year-olds marching toward you with empty, hollow eyes. They won every battle, Sylas was altering the story from his childhood, but it had little to do with the armyit was a tactic local drug lord used to overtake a quarter of the city within a month. Because nobody wanted to kill the children.
Until, one day, they ran into the group that didnt care, Sylas said. They massacred them all, and then went on to kill the General. That army was made up of the childrens parents. After killing the General, they all killed themselves.
everyone, even Ryne, listened with horrified expressions. Thanks to Sylas dramatization of the events and so flair, he really sold the tale. Unfortunately, however, it seed that they all missed the point of the story, causing him to speak up again.
Those children also said that they had to do it. That if they didnt, nobody would. That it was their duty, their honor to protect and serve. What Im trying to say many Kingdoms and Empires and forces well beyond ours have risen and fell without needing to stomp on the heads of our children in the process. If there ought to be people to die, there are plenty of us old geezers.
The group fell into silence, though Sylas didn't need them to dwell on his story a bit too long and spot nurous plot holes. As such, he urged them to pack and cross the last bit of distance toward the valley.
So six hours later, Sylas spotted the thinning of the trees and sighed in relief that they had managed to find their way again. This ant that, if things went awry, theyd be able to find their way back in the next loop as well. As long as Ryne was with them, anyway.
Were here, despite Sylas warning, as soon as the group erged from the forest and onto the clearing and as soon as their eyes landed onto the valley they turned dumb. After all, Sylas was rightit had to be seen to be believed. Surprisingly, Valen was the first to lose it, and he let the world know.
HOW IN THE HELL CAN THERE BE A MOUNTAIN VALLEY HERE?!! THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE! AAAH!
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