Chapter 80
Winds Sing the Tales Long Forgotten
"I can't see!" Ryne exclaid. "Get out of the way!" her tiny hand pressed against Sylas' side and tried to push him, but failed. The latter glanced down at her and smirked before stepping to the side, letting her co up to the railing and look over it. "Wow," her lips gaped in awe at the sight. Amidst the mountains of snow, a lane of clear, though wet dirt stretched flat from the castle to the wall. Twenty or so coat-draped souls shoveled the snow repeatedly further out, widening the lane. "I didn't really think they'd be able to do it."
None of us did, Sylas said. But fear of death is a good motivator, it turns out.
Then why arent you with them? Ryne looked at him. Shouldnt you be the most motivated one?
"" Sylas rely smiled, focusing forward to the cleared-up part of the castle. Did he fear death? His own, no. What he feared was a wall, one so tall it would forever bar him from stepping forward.
What? Trying to play the role of the courageous? Ryne questioned with a faint scoff, lifting herself up on the railing. The cold winds shimred by, causing her to imdiately descend and shiver, withdrawing within the castle walls. Her expression fell further upon realizing just how much those clearing the snow had to suffer.
Dont you rember? Im a Guardian of Humanity! he exclaid.
Huh? Guardian of what? What are you talking about.
oh, She doesnt rember. No, thats wrongshe never lived it. God, just how many mories Ill blend together. Nothing, he quickly corrected himself. But rember it from now onthis guy here, a Guardian of Humanity!
Id be quicker to believe ghouls can fly and worms can use magic.
Oh, ouch, Sylas said. What do you think Valen? Dont you see as a Guardian? Sylas words caused the relaxed Ryne to imdiately stiffen as she robotically looked to the side where she saw the young Prince disrobing with a smile.
I indeed do, Valen replied. Its nice to see the two of you out in the light for a change.
Tell about it, Sylas sighed, though only partly focused on his conversation with Valen; most of his attention was on Ryne who turned into a mute. It was a remarkably beautiful thing, he mused, how she went from a chatterbox with no reservations around him to a shy, guarded, insecure girl as soon as Valen showed up. I thought those walls would beco my tomb.
Well, you do look like soone who walked out of a tomb," Valen joked, joining the trio.
I always tell Ryne, Sylas said. You and the Prince are more alike than you could possibly imagine!
Oh? We are? Valen glanced at Ryne, smiling broadly at the girl. That makes incredibly happy.
on the other hand, Rynes eyes widened in wonder and childish joy, her lips trying to part to let out so sounds, though failing. Sylas, realizing this, quickly ca to the rescue.
Naturally, shes far more adorable than you, he said. But you pine that brooding but inspiring look down to a tee. Whered you co from, anyway?
A eting, Valen responded. Where else?
What did you discuss during this eting, pray tell, Sylas asked though turned his head to the side, appearing entirely disinterested.
contingency plans, Valens words, however, drew him back into the conversation. Unlike them, Sylas didn't have even thought of failurenot the permanent one, anyway. However, for all they knew, they had one chanceand if they fell their fall would open the floodgates to the rest of the Kingdom. "That's why I'm happy I found the two of you here. In case things seed to be going awry," Valen said. Derrek swore he would escort the both of you to safety.
both Ryne and Sylas turned mute for a montthough for remarkably different reasons. It was Sylas who first broke the silence. Youre fucking with , right?
F-funo, no Im not, Valen, taken aback by the crude words for a mont, responded quickly.
Nah, youre definitely fucking with , Sylas doubled down. If you think even for a mont itd be instead of you in that trio.
No, it has to be you! Valen didnt back down, however.
Huh? Why?! Who the hell am I to be saved above the Prince himself?
Whowho are you? How how can you even ask that?! the Prince said through slightly gnashed teeth. You are our savior, Sylas!! You are the reason any of us are even still alive! Without you without you, this entire place would have long since beco our tomb! And yes, Im a Princebut so what?! There are di-a-dozen of us, out there! But there is only one you. And if my ho, my Kingdom, my people are to stand a chance of a future theyd stand it with you by their side, and not !
What about
Ive told you repeatedly, though Ryne tried to chi in, Sylas quickly interrupted her. Im just a man, Valen. If you die I, quite literally, wont have a purpose. The only reason I see things is because of you.
You see things because you are gifted!
How about you trust a guy whos seeing things as to why he sees things?
I dont
Because Im tired of you sacrificing yourself for ! Ryne, once again, tried to chi in, but Valen interrupted her just the sa. I am decidedly not worth it!
Bah, all of this is a pointless, trite discussion, Sylas shrugged it off. We wont lose. We cant lose.
Thats why its a contingency plan, Valen said. If we fall the rest of the Kingdom needs to be warned.
Why dont the both of you go and I stay here?!! Ryne, finally out of patience, yelled at them, temporarily drawing their attention to her. However, they had strange looks in their eyes. What? Why are you looking at like that?
I an, youre an Exorcist, Sylas mumbled.
And a young girl, Valen added.
So what? she protested. You, she pointed at Sylas. Are a Prophet! Soone ten tis more valuable than an Exorcist! And a young girl? she turned to Valen, facing him straightforwardly perhaps for the first ti since they t. There were no reservations in her gaze nor her posture, just pure determination. Youre barely older than ! By what? Three? Maybe four years? Not to ntion a Prince of the Kingdom, dead though you may be to it for now! My life isnt intrinsically more worth than either one of yours! So, why am I getting saved?
wow, you werent kidding, Valen smiled lightly and turned to Sylas after a stunned mont of silence they shared. She truly bites.
I kept telling you, Sylas shrugged. But she did get one thing right.
What?
"You're both young pups," Sylas said. "And I'm an ancient crook. The world's wrong if the old get to live while the young die."
I
You cant be
"Enough, from the both of you," Sylas' voice shifted suddenly, turning lower and harsher, his gaze piercing through both of them. Neither of the two ever truly felt Sylas was much older due to how he generally gelled well with thembut they understood, at that mont. Those eyes the wrinkles in the stretched face the raspy voice "I already said there won't be a need for any contingency plans. Ah, here it is."
w-what? Valen braved a question.
A gift, Sylas cracked a smile. From to you.
What gift? Valen leaned over the railing and faced down, noticing that several n have walked forwardtwo of them holding musical instrunts, and one appearing to be the castles bard, though it was difficult to say underneath the nurous layers of clothing.
Pipe down now, Sylas said. A shows about to start.
The guards in uniforms soon appeared as well, lining up the sides of the cleaned lane. Though they were shaking and shivering in the blistering and cutting wind, they stood rooted in place. Just as the last one lined up, the belting of the drums beganit was low and slow at first, slowly picking up the pace. It burned through the sounds of the winds and reached many curious ears that have co out to listen, be it through the windows or at the castle's entrance. The drums' beat peaked and fell silent for a mont, and within that silence, a soft, lodic voice belted out.
O woes of n and woes of Kings
Stately walls to guard us deep
Amidst the snow the fire seethes
The light in dark to guide our fears
And when the cold cos rapping slow
And dead co knocking at our doors
And when the dawn that seed so close
Falls behind the curtains drawn
In the ns most unholy hour
When the dead drown out our choir
And when the life all seems so lost
Co forth the Prince to save our hos
Light the torch to guide our way
The Savior of the Maidens Fair
And build the ship to sail away
From the darkness that now sways
And when we falter, he shall rise
The handso Prince who never lies
His promise
In the anti, Sylas was grinning gleefully, Ryne was doing her best not to burst out in laughter, and Valen was standing rooted and frozen, red in the face, his thoughts a hodgepodge of insults and pleas he had directed toward Sylas. Whats worse, the song only got worse from that point onwith the highlights, at least for Valen, being a man above all other n; and not just above the belt, and he whod slain a thousand ghouls, yet pure in soul he now returns, and gems such as maidens fair now worship him, and who could fault them for their sin?.
At a certain point, it simply stopped being even a songit was just a very loud voice with so muted drums explicitly praising every single inch of who Valen was and, well, mostly wasnt. Lines such as his touch can heal the sick and his lips made all won who touched them pregnant and many, many, many more lines like those. In the end, unable to bear it, Valen crouched and ramd his head into his hands, screaming.
Ryne herself danced between embarrassnt, joy, and embarrassnt again, yet had to admit that it was unlike anything shed ever seen before.
On the other hand, Sylas was quite proudespecially of the kiss may make them pregnant and the above the belt lines. He had quite a lot of input into the song, to the point he had to reassure the bard repeatedly that he wouldnt be beheaded for uttering so lines aloud.
Hm? he frowned for a mont, his gaze drifting from the celebratory mood down below toward beyond the wall. He felt the disturbance in energyand he wasnt alone in it. Ryne had stopped snickering, her face hardening, a look of faint horror erging in her eyes. Derrek shot out of the castle and looked up toward Sylas, nodding. Wake up, he kicked Valen gently. Theyre coming.
---huh? Valen mumbled.
The dead, Sylas said. Are here. And boy are they here
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