I walk because it still hurts to run. I move because its just a bit better than staying still.
But yeah. Im in pain.
Overhead, the sky is clear for a brief window of ti, exposing clear skies. But clouds are coming in fast, and there will be a blizzard before nightfall. Im no teorologist, but Ive got a bunch of flying faeries that tell this is so. And I believe them.
Im not crazy, I swear.
So days I think I am, actually. In the past, I was sure I was sane despite what other people thought*. Now though, Im beginning to wonder if this is all because Ive snapped and Im in the straightjacket at last.
*Lots of diagnoses from people with long degrees. What all the talk of social disorders really ant was that I was an uncooperative brat who hated authority figures. I locked a therapist in his office one ti and walked out with the key. Good mories.
But as I take another step in the snow, I decide that fantasy doesnt hurt nearly as much as this reality. My entire body is
Frankly, it feels like Ive been hit with a car and then beaten with sticks for a few hours. I feel like curling into a ball and crying every ti I move, but that would hurt even more.
The potion Teriarch gave has worn off by now, obviously. I sort of slowed down about twenty minutes after I drank it.
I say twenty minutes, but what I really an is this endless blur of motion all sped up in my head, but at the ti it was all moving at normal speed for . I ran out of that battlefield, and back towards Liscor. I think I covered over fifty miles in those twenty minutesI could be way off, but I was literally running faster than a car so who knows.
Anyways, after the potion wore off I just fell down. The faeries laughed their little asses off when I started feeling the pain from my legs, but I sohow managed to drag myself into a cave they found for .
Thats another thing. The faeries were with while I was running, the entire ti. They were actually faster than I wasno, I dont even think they were having a hard ti keeping up. How fast are they really?
Back to the important bit. You know how you can tear muscles if you run really hard? Imagine what running that fast does to your body.
I had several healing potions in my pack before I made it to the Necromancer. They were good quality potions too. Theyre gone now, and my body still hurts.
For two days I think I sat in a cave, trying to heal my torn muscles and justjust rembering. After I stopped, for a while I couldnt even process the world around . My mind was still too busy catching up from where Id left it.
Fast forward to now. I finally left the damn cave and started moving again because I was feeling better, and because the faeries were getting bored and dumping snow into the cave. If Id left it another day, I probably would have been trapped inside.
So yeah. Thats what my life has been recently. I stumble through the snow, heading back the way Ive co. Its a long way to Liscor, but Ive got plenty to think about.
Like Azkerash. The Necromancer. The battle, Wall Lord Ilwhoever he was, and
Periss.
Damn it.
It all happened so fast. I was a runner, and then a prisoner, and then a noncombatant in a warzone, and then
I led them to their deaths. That was my fault. True, they were chasing and probably going to hit a lot and take prisoner, but
My fault. Theres no way to escape that. Periss might have been a loyal hound for her master, but she was also brave. And she let go to fight what she saw as the greatest threat to her people.
The Necromancer. Azkerash. Perril Chandler. I rember what I saw him creating, and my stomach heaves.
Oh right. The letter.
I pause.
Fuck that dragon.
I hate him so damn much. One of the faeries hears muttering and floats down to laugh at .
Whats wrong? Is it not what ye expected?
I glare at the faerie. How is it that Ive probably talked to these floating freaks more than anyone else in this world ormost of my life?
When I get told to deliverno, when a Dragon casts a spell on to do a delivery and pays nearly a thousand gold pieces to send sothing to a legendary Necromancer, I expect it to be important.
Hah!
The faerie laughs in my face. She flips upwards and settles on my head. For so reason they really like sitting there. Im not sure if shes one Ive talked to before; I think she is, but Im not being racist when I say they really all do look alike. Its hard to make out frozen features on minutiae, alright?
If it was important, the Dragon would have used magic, fool! But he had no wish to break through the dead raisers wards and he wished to be polite. More fool you for thinking what ye carried was valuable.
I grit my teeth, but she has a point. If Teriarch can alter mory and disguise himself as a Human and if he can teleport all the way back to Celum in a few seconds he really doesnt need even the best Couriers.
Polite damn Dragons. Who would have guessed?
Fine. Whatever. Get off my head. Youre giving a headache.
Ooh, and what will you do if I dont?
I raise my finger and point it at the faerie.
[Flashlight].
For a second the world around lights up, and the faerie shouts in surprise. I grin as she takes off; swearing in what sounds likeWelsh? Their accents seem to vary between faeries, which is odd, but not so much if you assu they occupied different parts of Europe. I could swear I heard one of the faeries talking with a German accent, but they might have just been ssing with my head.
But of course, any action against faeries prompts a greater or equal reaction. She dumps snow on my head. I swear and flash her again.
With my finger. It shines into the sky, so bright I can see the beam even in the light of the day. It turns out that I can adjust the intensity of the light very well, and so I blind the faerie again.
Ye daft bugger!
She flies around erratically, as I shine my light at her, and then she stops, flies back on my head, and grins at .
Ah, well. Twas quite a good surprise!
Thats faeries for you. Insult them a bit and theyll hound you, but do sothing like that and they just regard it as a bit of fun. Im starting to understand them more, but they always surprise a bit. The faerie on my head doesnt even seem to mind the light anymore. I frown at her as I walk on, trying to substitute the pain in my head by thinking about faeries.
Did you just turn off your eyes or sothing?
What? Are ye stupid? Nae. I just saw past the light, tis all.
I see.
Multiple layers of vision? Obviously a faerie might have access to all kinds of spectrums of light. But even that might be too simple; she could very well just ignore the light on my wavelength if she wanted to. Huh.
A tiny head lowers into my line of sight as the faerie grins at .
If you really wanted to surprise us, yed do better to make the loud sound and noise along with the light!
What? Ohyou an the [Flashbang] spell.
That was a good one. I had no idea I could do it, but while I was in the cave I started experinting with the two spells I did know. [Noise] and [Light]. My reasoning was that if I could alter the [Light] spell with so work, why not the [Noise] spell? Hell, why not combine the two?
A day and a half later, and two aching eardrums prove Im right. The burst of noise and sound isnt exactly like being hit by a real life stun grenadeand theres a whole lot less death and injury since this is just light and sound, not actual explosive force like the damn things people use, non-lethal my assbut it works.
Sound and light. Light and sound, just amplified. Its the easiest thing to rember, especially if youve actually seen a flash bang go off*.
*Yeah. Police drug raids, wild party, and I wasnt actually doing drugs. But try explaining that to a bunch of officers tearing up the place. The one ti my fathers connections actually bailed out of trouble I didnt start.
Its a great spell, and I can see how useful it would have been with all those soldiers. Hell, it might have slowed Periss enoughwell, the [Flashlight] spell works well enough just to blind people. The [Flashbang] spell is a bit more intensive, and it hits as well which is a major problem. Since I cant move the [Noise] spell, its always set to friendly fire which sucks. And theres one more problem.
I feel sick after using that spell just once. I dont have the mana to keep using it.
Weakling.
I glare up at the faerie dangling her cold legs on my forehead.
As far as I understand it, magic isnt sothing I can actively train myself to have more of, unless I want to alter my body sohow. What I have is what I get and Im grateful for that. Unless you know sothing about magic that I dont?
Im sure they do. For all I hate these faeries at tis, theyre a damn goldmine of information. If they choose to share it.
Which this faerie does not. She sniffs at , arrogant as a queen despite the fact that shes naked and tiny.
Of course we know how magic works. But why should we tell you? And how would you understand? Would ye explain breathing to a rock?
Id give it a shot. And I could try to understand your view of magic. Unless you dont understand your powers enough to explain it in the first place, that is?
The faerie pauses, and I think Ive got her. But then she laughs, clear and bright as a bell. She takes off, and a few more of her friends fly down to laugh at as well.
Ooh, look. The plaything is trying to be clever. Take this!
They flick their fingers at and I flinch. But no snow appears. I frown, take a step
And slip on the ice patch theyve just created. I crash to the ground, swearing as they laugh and sit on my side as I struggle to get up.
Faeries. But I guess I deserved that? Wait a second, no I didnt. I just asked a damn question about magic. Screw their opinions about what I should or should not be allowed to learn.
But each ti I talk to them, I swear its worth it. Bruises and all.
Plaything. That was another word they kept using. Once the faeries have stopped laughing I ask them about it.
What do you an when you call plaything? Ive heard you call that before. Whose plaything am I? Teriarchs?
Huh. That makes the faeries stop laughing. They exchange a look, and I watch them. Then one of the faeries shakes her head.
As if the Dragon would bother with you. Nae, ye are a plaything of greater powers still. But you dont even know what yeve given up, do you?
Given up? What do you an?
Ach. How would we explain it? What good can a slave do with the chains on their neck? But you put it on willingly, didnt ye?
She looks at her companions and shakes her head again.
Yourclasses, fool! Your levels and foolish things. You are a plaything, and you know not what that ans or who plays this ga.
And there it is. Part of the mystery, right there if only I was smart enough to put all the pieces together. I frown, but then I notice the faeries expression. Shesglaring at . So are the others.
Hm. They really, really dont like this subject. And I can see theyre getting ready to either fly off or do sothing nasty to , not just prank .
So I look her in the eye and shake my head.
Im no plaything.
Liar!
Lies, you are all playthings! Ignorant slaves!
You cannot hide the truth!
Okay, now theyre pissed. The faeries fly around , and more of them co down. They look angry.
Faeries. Quick to change emotions. And dangerous. I gulp, but hold my hands up.
Im telling the truth. I have no classes and no skills. I never leveled. I chose not to.
They freeze. One of the faeries squints at .
Truly?
Cant you tell?
They hesitate, and then shake their heads reluctantly. Huh. Seems like thats one of the things faeries cant do. One of them, the first one, I think, floats closer and eyes suspiciously.
Do not try to trick us, mortal. Tell us plain: do you have levels? Did ye accept the power of this world?
I look her straight in the eye. If ever this was a ti to be honest
I swear it. I swear it on the water, by the grass and earth and sky and on my na. I swear it by honor and life itself.
Im not sure if those are the right words. I dont know any faerie oaths and Ive forgotten any famous ones in the mont. But it seems to work. The faeries exchange a glance and then look at . one speaks.
That isgood. And interesting. It changes much, Human.
And nothing.
Another one mutters that. So faeries nod and others shake their heads. For the first ti I see them start to argue, but then they look at . Almost all of them fly out of earshot and the first oneI think its still herremains.
Would you like to explain any of that?
She lifts her small nose up at .
Tis for us to discuss. We will tell you if you need to hear it.
Thanks.
I sigh. Faeries. Secrets. Its not as if Im not used to this already. I glance over my shoulder the way Ive co. A long, open stretch of snow is behind , and a small forest seems to be ahead.
Damn it. Do you at least know where I am? Am I even headed back to Liscor?
She hesitates, and then nods stiffly.
You go the right way, Human. You and others march towards the city that floods.
Wait, what? Two parts of that sentence bother .
and others? What do you an?
She squints behind . I look over my shoulder, but I dont see anything. But the faerie does.
Tis a great column of the children of Dragons and the walking dogs following your trail. About a days journey behind.
Oh no. My heart begins beating faster again. I rember Ilvriss and the other one. Zel-sothing.
Do you know which army it is? Is it the one who captured , or the other one?
She shrugs. Well of course faeries dont care about mortal affairs. She eyes as I try to pick up the pace.
Ye know we will not interfere in mortal affairs.
I know. But you seem to interfere a lot in my life.
She shrugs as she floats by my head.
So rules may be broken. So may not. But we speak to you now because your life is not in danger. We will not save ye if you were to fall off a cliff, say. We do not interfere with death.
For a second her eyes are ancient again. I shiver.
Because of the price? Or because its forbidden?
All things have a price. Ye would do well to rember that.
Silence follows that statent. I an, what the hell do I say to that? I clear my throat as I try and force my legs to move faster.
Well. Ah, I will rember. But thank you for helping before. With everything.
I wonder if they broke the rules a bit to help get to Azkerash? True, I might not have been in danger of dying until I got in sight of the castle, but
The faerie eyes as if she can see inside my head. And if she can see on different planes, why not? But she nods.
You are a curious mortal. Almost interesting, even though ye art a fool.
This mortal does have a na, you know. My na is Ryoka Griffin.
Good for it.
I glare at the faerie. But part of actually wants her to know my na. This is not like the phone call with the person who wanted to scry on us or Teriarch. This is a faerie. I want her to rember my na and
Whats your na?
I look at the faerie, and realize Ive never asked. I thought faeries didnt even have nas, but perhaps they do. She looks at .
Why should I tell you? Nas are important and not to be thrown around lightly, Ryoka Griffin.
Damn. Was that a mistake? But they can find and ss with even without a na. I shrug.
Im just curious.
Curiosity has killed many cats. Few co back. Besides, ye would never pronounce it.
Try .
The faerie stares at archly as I raise an eyebrow at her. Okay, its clichd, but faeries dont know modern tropes and taunting them often works. She opens her mouth, hesitates, and then vanishes.
What?
I blink. One second shes there, the nextwind and silence. Why? Did I bother her that much? Did I offend her by asking for her na?
Faeries. Lets see. Nasah, theyre bad to give to faeries. But I told her my first and last na, and my first na is in kanji, so that would make it difficult for her to control . I dont even think theyre that evil, but I didnt ntion my middle na either.
Maybe its just because she didnt want to answer? But even when they get snippy they still talk. So what?
Hold on. Hold on. The faeries dont disappear except in one case. When they cant interf
I look around. Ive kept walking as I talked to the faeries. Hell, its practically my default state of motion. Ive gone a small ways into the forest, and the trees were sparsely planted so I have plenty of room to walk between them. All is silent, and I dont even see any animals.
And neither do I hear any birds, which I would expect to hear in a place like this. Even in the winter there should be so around.
Imdiately I lower my stance. My bodys sore, but it can move. I can cast [Flashbang] if need be, but I have no more potions or bags. I look around warily. Nothing but trees, and yet the faeries are gone.
I know soones out there. Co out!
Silence. Even the wind is still. I look around.
Show yourself!
For a few seconds Im tense, waiting. I cant see anything that makes think theres soone nearby, but now my skin is crawling and Im sure there is sothing there.
And then soone steps out behind a tree that seems far too slim to hide them. A Gnoll walks out from behind the brown, snowy bark, holding a bow in her hands.
She was so invisible that my heart skips a few beats when she moves. I flinch, but if shed wanted to kill , she would have while I was standing around like an idiot. The Gnoll is wearing only a few garnts despite the cold, and her breath clouds the air. She nods at , gravely.
Mrr. Ryoka Griffin. I am Hekra of the Stone Spears Tribe.
Her bow is lowered, and I relax when I hear what tribe shes from. I smile at her.
Sorry. I was waryare you out hunting?
Hunting, yes. But not for ga. There are none to be found.
So Gnolls are taciturn, but Hekra seems more distracted than anything else. Her eyes flick around the forest, and then to .
Were you talking with the Winter Sprites?
I frown. Whats this?
Yes. I was. Were you expecting sothing else to be nearby?
She shrugs.
I am not sure. There is sothing in the wind.
Hekra hesitates, and then points out of the forest, east and to the north.
It is dangerous to be alone. Our tribes camp is that way. I will take you there. Follow.
I nod, and the Gnoll begins to walk through the snow. Not fast; in fact, shes silent as she moves through the trees, despite the landscape. I feel like an ox as I blunder after her in my heavy shoes. And her head is scanning left and right as she moves, and her ears are twitching.
Shes listening for sothing. And looking. For what? A monster? Enemies?
I dont know, but I frown as I walk after her and try to keep silent. The faeries reappear slowly as I continue moving. Perhaps they didnt know if Hekra had been a threat or not either. Good to know theyre not omniscient. But their sudden disappearance and the news of the army following bug . Almost as much as Hekras own wariness.
Is there sothing out here? Sothing else? I follow the Gnoll as she leads towards her tribes camp. And now Im listening as well.
Where have all the animals gone?
-
There is nothing out here.
Ilvriss snapped at Zel as the two Drakes marched through the snow, at the center of a huge column of soldiers and prisoners. Zel Shivertail wondered if he could ignore the other Drake, but politeness dictated he reply. Plus, Ilvriss would rember any slight.
Im sure there isnt. but this is the way the Human Runner went, and I want to follow for a bit.
Wall Lord Ilvriss glared at Zel. He was a prisoner, as was the bulk of his army. Theyd surrendered fast after Zel had charged their lines and theyd realized their leader had been captured. Now Zel was marching with a huge number of them captive among his lines.
He wasnt worried about the prisoners trying to stage an escape or attacking in his armys sleep. For one thing, his soldiers were on alert and for another, it would violate the laws of war and Ilvriss own sense of honor. Say what you would about the Lord of the Wall, but the Drake was honorable. Hed as soon break the rules of warfare as he would cut off his own tail.
That was also why Ilvriss was marching next to Zel in the snow. Hed even been allowed to keep his armor; it was cold, he needed his dignity, and without his sword Zel could trounce him with one claw tied behind his back.
None of that improved Ilvriss mood.
This is pointless, Shivertail. We should be headed back to your damn alliance cities so I can be ransod. You are wasting ti following a Human who is long gone.
She cant have gotten that far.
Oh, really?
Ilvriss made a sound that in a lesser Drake would have been called a snort. Zel thought of it a snort anyways.
Didnt you see her escape? At that speed
At that speed, Id be surprised if she could sustain it for more than five minutes. And afterwards, shed have to rest. Potion or not, there are limits to what bodies can handle.
The Humans tracks might be there, but she is still a Runner. She is far faster than this slow army.
True, but I want to head this way anyways.
Why?
Curiosity. She helped win the battle, if you dont recall? And there is also the matter of Periss and the soldiers you sent after her.
Ilvriss looked at Zel out of the corner of one eye. He and Zel hadnt talked much aside from the ritual offer of surrender and a few short acerbic conversations while they were marching. He shrugged.
She disappeared. She must have lost the battle.
You cant believe that.
Zel knew Lord Ilvriss, and he also knew Periss. The very idea that she would have lost a fight to the girl nad Ryoka Griffin was ridiculous, and both generals knew it. But Ilvriss just shook his head.
I will not speculate. I will investigate this matter when I am restored to my city with all the power and resources I have, however. The city we are marching away from as we speak.
Well, that didnt bode well for the Human. Zel sighed.
We can go this way until we hit the main road. Then well start moving south. A day or two of detouring wont slow us, unless you have another army waiting in ambush?
Ilvriss shook his head.
Would I need one? My army would have defeated yours easily. If
Yes, yes.
Zel ignored the Wall Lord as he walked ahead. Hed deployed heavy scouts ahead of his main army. He didnt know why, but his instincts were telling him to do so.
He was no [Tactician] or even a [Strategist]. Zel had ranks in the [Commander] class, but only that. In truth, he was a [General] who led from the front and he did his best fighting when he trusted his gut.
And his gut told him there was sothing else. Not just the Human; she was interesting and possibly important, but there was another presence in these empty forests and highlands.
Zel tightened his fist and silently assessed his condition. His army might be battered, but they were more than capable of managing the prisoners and Ilvriss. With him, they were more than a match for any army a city-state might field, with the exception of the Liscorian army and a few others. But Liscor had sent their rcenaries far to the south. So what was making him so uneasy?
He didnt know. But Zel ordered the pace to be picked up. The supply lines could damn well catch up later. He had a mystery to solve.
He hated mysteries. This foreboding he felt reminded him of the Antinium and if it was them
No Hives were allowed to be constructed outside of the six already present on the continent. Even then, they werent allowed to expand past certain borders. It wasnt beyond belief though that the Antinium might hide sothing this far out here. How else would the girl have made Periss vanish like that?
It was an outside chance. But if it wasnt the Antinium out here, he wanted to know what it was.
And if it was an unauthorized HiveZels claws clenched. If it was, it would an another Antinium War.
He hoped it wouldnt co to that. But he had to investigate. So Zel marched onwards, wondering. Listening.
What was it?
-
Ryoka walked into the Stone Spears camp, smiling as she saw Urksh, the Chieftain of the tribe, standing at one of the huge bonfires the Gnolls liked to make. But that smile faded as she took in the camp.
It was not the sa place she had left.
Before, the camp had been sprawling chaos, but organized for all of that. Children had run around freely, and Gnolls had been at work performing various tasks.
Now though, the camp looked like it was under lockdown. The children were nowhere to be seen, but Ryoka thought they were in the tents. Gnolls with bows and spears stood at the edges of the camp, and groups of them moved into the camp and out of it, talking with Urksh before heading out again.
Sothing was clearly wrong, and Ryoka jogged over.
Urksh.
He looked at her.
Ryoka Griffin. I am pleased to see you well. But this is a bad ti for greetings. Forgive if I do not offer you all the hospitality.
No. Thats fine. But whats wrong?
Urksh nodded to Hekra and she trotted off to join a group of hunters heading out. Urksh watched them go and shook his head before he looked at Ryoka.
Mrsha. She is missing.
A hole opened up in Ryokas stomach. She stared at Urksh.
How?
He shrugged.
We do not know. This morning she went out to help gather plants from beneath the snow. She wandered from the gatherer with her and we have not seen her.
She just left? Did anyone hear anything?
No. But that is not uncommon. Young cubs, they wander a mile or two away to help or play.
That seed like a risky way of looking after children, but Urksh explained.
Even if they are a ways away, children may howl. And we take care that they do not enter places where any monsters may lurk. She was only gone for a few minutes, but when the caretaker searched, she was nowhere to be found.
Wouldnt she have said where she was going?
Urksh shook his head. Ryoka knew she was asking all the stupid questions, but she had to. Her stomach was beginning to churn. Mrsha? It seed like just yesterday shed seen the Gnoll rolling in the snow and following her about.
Mrsha is different, no? She is healthy, yet she does not speak though her throat is undamaged.
Is she mute?
The Gnoll looked at Ryoka, confused. Did they not have mute Gnolls? She shook her head.
Can she make any sounds?
Urksh nodded.
Yelping, growls. Small sounds. She is young, but even children can howl. That we have not heard her is worrying.
It was a terrible question, but Ryoka had to ask.
Could she have gotten hurt? Injured? If a monster
The Gnoll instantly shook his head, which made Ryoka feel better.
If she was attacked, she would have made a sound, no? And if she were dead, we would sll blood. No. Sothing scared her as she was wandering. That, or else she went looking for sothing.
There was an inflection in his tone that made Ryoka hesitate.
Sothing? What kind of thing?
The Gnoll Chieftain did not imdiately respond. He looked towards the sky. It was just past midday, but the storm clouds the faeries had warned Ryoka about were closing in.
A sll in the air. It is faint. And it may be nothing, but so of our hunters feel as though they are being watched.
He looked at Ryoka.
Normally we would have more searching. But the miners, they are not back, no? We have not the numbers to mount a search.
He was worried. Ryoka could tell in the way he changed his manner of speech. Gnolls usually said yes at the end of sentences, but they only used no when they were upset or angry.
You cant get in contact with them?
He hesitated.
We may howl, but they are a few days journey away. If we do not find Mrsha before the storm cos
He didnt finish the sentence. If there were tracks, ora body, they would be covered by the deep snow. And even if the young Gnoll was alive, could she survive that cold a night?
Forgive Ryoka. I must go lead another search. We are combing the mountains where she was.
Urksh bowed to Ryoka and began to walk off. She didnt even think. Ryoka caught Urkshs arm as he started to leave the camp with other hunters.
Let help. I can run, and I owe your tribe a debt.
The Gnoll looked at her, and then nodded.
You are limping. We have a poultice. Use it and then join us. We will need to move quickly before light fades.
He loped off, and Ryoka stared around the campsite. High in the air, the Frost Faeries hovered, watching.
Do you?
Ryoka bit her lip. They wouldnt answer. Mortal affairs. She shook her head and moved towards one of the tents. Healing poultice, and then she would run. As fast and as far as she could. She owed the Gnolls a debt.
More than that, she wanted to see Mrshas face again. But a small part of Ryoka was whispering in fear, and she had to push the voice back.
Let it not be so. It was just an accident, a lost Gnoll. Nothing more.
Everything would be fine.
-
Ryoka ran through a forest, Gnolls spreading out around her. They ran in a curious bounding motion across the snowy landscape, separating so that each Gnoll could cover a large patch of land.
Normally Ryoka wasnt anywhere near as fast as a Gnoll, with her heavy winter clothing and boots. But shed abandoned all of that to give herself so more speed and mobility. Shed wrapped her feet in fur and bound it to her legs instead of boots and she was down to her shirt and pants.
It was risky, and Ryoka could feel the chill in the air. But so long as she got back to the Gnolls camp she would be fine.
And she needed to move fast.
Mrsha!
Ryoka shouted as she ran through the forest. Frost Faeries flew around her, their translucent forms for once lacking the vibrant energy they normally possessed. They flew over Ryokas head, silent, watching. She ran, paused, and called out again.
Mrsha! Can you hear ?
Around her, Ryoka could hear faint howls in the distance. The Gnolls were calling out for Mrsha in their own way, pausing to listen. But they clearly heard nothing, because they howled again from different spots a few minutes later.
Where could she be? Urksh had said she was gathering a plant which grew high up on the slopes, and yet the Gnoll child could have ranged down the side of the mountain or in the forests. Normally the adult Gnoll would have slled or found her instantly, but for so reason shed disappeared.
She knew not to wander far off, and she would have made a sound if she was attacked. So then why had she gone so far away? Ryokas mind was racing as she ran and called out, and each suspicion she had was worse than the last.
Mrsha!
The small Gnoll had light brown fur and an inquisitive, curious face. She had always been poking around in Ryokas things or touching the Human girl while she was in camp. At first it had been annoying, and then it had been almost relaxing. The Gnoll child was unafraid of Ryoka, and shed enjoyed bothering the girl.
Ryoka wished she could feel that small claw poking into her back.
Mrsha! If you can hear , call out!
Was there magic she could use? Ryoka ran out of the forest and up a slope, looking for places where a young Gnoll might have tripped or fallen. Pitfalls, a subterranean cave entrance, a Shield Spider nestUrksh said theyd cleared out all of the nests nearby and marked the ones that they hadnt, but could Mrsha have fallen into one?
Surely the Gnolls would have checked. She would ask when she got back. Ryoka ran up the slope, ignoring the way her feet slipped and legs cramped up.
The mountain was silent. It lood overhead, higher and higher, the snow gradually giving away and revealing rock the higher you looked. No sane person would climb that mountain. But would a young Gnoll do that if she was afraid?
Afraid of what?
Ryoka ran upwards, calling out. Frost Faeries flew around her as Ryoka shouted, waiting, hoping for a reply.
But no one answered.
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Rest. You must rest, Ryoka Griffin. Eat this.
Ryoka looked up. Urksh was offering her sothing. She reached up and found he had a bone with cooked at on it. She took it and bit, ignoring the heat and bloodiness of the food.
She wanted to keep moving, but her body had grown too tired. And the Gnolls had co back to camp, most of them, anyways. Ryoka had gone back to see if anyone had found Mrsha, but they had not.
They hadnt found anything.
Forest. River. The frozen lake. The higher passes. Even the few caves they knew of, both inhabited and not. The Gnoll [Hunters] and other adults had scoured each location, even travelling further than they thought Mrsha could move. But they hadnt found any tracks or signs of her. And that was telling, because the girl would have left so fur or traces of her passing, wouldnt she?
And now the mood in the camp had changed again. Instead of the subdued panic Ryoka had sensed earlier, now the Gnolls were silent. Completely so. The [Hunters] still conferred, but there were less of them going out to search. They had few spots left to cover.
They were giving up hope.
Urksh sat with Ryoka by one of the fires as she ate chanically. She looked at him.
Ill head out again after this. Give a few minutes.
You must rest. It would not do to lose you. It is beginning to snow.
He was right. Dusk had set in, and with it, the storm had finally arrived. Thick flakes were beginning to fall from the sky, and they were only the beginning. Soon, wind and snowfall would make visibility impossible. And then
Ryokas hand tightened on the bone and she nearly burned herself. She let go and wiped her hand on her pants.
Shes not lost yet. There are places we havent looked. Higher in the mountains, perhaps.
Urksh shook his head.
She knows that there is death up there. She would not go unless she was desperate.
And if she was?
His gaze was steady as he t Ryokas burning stare.
If she was, she would know that there are many deep crevasses. If she fell into one, we would never hear her or catch her scent. If she survived the fall.
Ryoka looked away and clenched her fist. Urksh looked at the sky.
We do not think it is that. Only a monster would chase her so far, and most are too smart to go high up. The ones in the mountain are large enough to spot and sllbut another might have caught her.
She looked at him. Urksh stared into the fire. He had searched longer than most, as long as Ryoka, and dark sweat still stained his fur.
A Wyvern can grab even an adult up in seconds. If it swooped down, it would take only seconds.
Ryoka stared at Urksh. But she saw the sa expression on his face. Gnolls were practical. They would keep looking, but if they didnt find her by tomorrow, then realistically Mrsha would probably be dead.
Humans might look for far longer than that, in hopes of finding a miracle or the remains. But Gnolls had to face facts or die in the wilderness.
Shes not lost yet.
No. And we will search for her until we have lost all hope.
He stood. Ryoka hesitated, and stood with him.
Magic?
If they had any, they would have used it. Urksh shook his head.
Our [Shaman] knows no spells that will aid us. He can heal and fight but little more.
A beacon, then. If shes just lost, maybe we can show her the way back. I have a spell that might
Again the Gnoll shook his head.
She knows where we are camped. And we should not draw too much attention to ourselves. Not tonight.
He looked at her.
There is sothing in the mountains. We have sensed it.
Ryoka nodded. She had too. She pointed, and the Gnoll looked up.
The Frost Faeries seem to think theres sothing out there too. They disappeared when I t HekraI think they were expecting sothing else. They wont help if soones life is in danger, and theres that army
Shed told Urksh about the army coming this way when shed rembered. Hed simply shrugged. Gnoll Tribes had their own peace treaties, and the Stone Spears had no issues with any Drakes at the mont.
If there is sothing we will fight or flee. We have watchers and there is nowhere to hide in this flat space. But we dare not send the entire tribe out to look any longer.
Ryoka nodded.
Ill keep looking. Dont worry about sending soone with .
Urksh looked at her directly.
You will not find her by searching the sa places again, Ryoka Griffin. Do not waste your strength.
Ryoka bent down and tried to tie the wrappings around her feet even tighter. Shed begun to get frostbite by the ti shed returned, but shed been able to run far faster like this. It was worth the pain, especially since she could use the healing poultice.
I have to look.
If you had a location, I would go with you myself. But this is a vast wilderness. Who will tell you where she has gone?
She tried to ignore the voice of reason. Gritting her teeth, Ryoka bent to touch her toes and tried to stretch.
I dont know. I just have to h
She paused. Who would help her search? Gnolls were experts in this terrain. The Stone Spears knew every spot in the area. Who would be better at tracking than they were? Who could see?
Her eyes travelled upwards.
The Frost Faeries. Theyd been so silent as Ryoka searched. They hadnt disappeared, but they hadnt said anything. Normally theyd be showering Ryoka with remarks and jokes, but now they were just watching.
Perhaps they were worried about Mrsha too. They liked children. But maybe there was more to it than that.
We are forbidden to help in mortal affairs.
Ryoka said the words very quietly. Urksh looked at her, and another Gnolls ears twitched across the camp.
What do you an by these words, Ryoka Griffin?
The faeries werent looking at Ryoka. They were staring elsewhere, but she knew they knew she was watching them. And their eyes were good. They could sense an army on the move a day away, and theyd known when the hiding Gnoll was there. They could see through a Necromancers enchantnts, and even a Dragons.
They know.
All the Gnolls looked up. The Frost Faeries stared down, faces expressionless as Ryoka pointed at them.
I want to speak with you.
One flew down. Urkshs eyes narrowed and he squinted just to the left of the faerie, but Ryoka just stared grimly at the faerie as she flew in front of the Human girl and the Gnoll Chieftain.
What do you want, mortal?
You know where Mrsha is, dont you?
The faerie looked at Ryoka silently. Her face wasnt filled with mirth or mischief or any of her normal range of emotions. It was old again. Old and tiless and terribly dispassionate.
What if we do?
Tell where she is.
The faerie shook her head.
This is no concern of ours, mortal. And we are bound not to interfere with your lives.
Tell .
Urksh looked at Ryoka. She rembered that he couldnt see her. She looked at him.
They know.
Instantly, the Gnoll grabbed for the faerie, but she just flew around his hands and froze his paws. He growled, but suddenly all the faeries were around the Gnoll. The other Gnolls in the camp had seized their weapons, but they hesitated as the central fire and then all the fires in the Gnoll camp suddenly went out.
There was a dangerous look on the faeries faces.
We are not bound by your rules, but ours, mortal. And ours are ancient as ti itself. We do not interfere with your concerns.
What if I offered you a trade? Sothing worth breaking the rules?
Ryoka had no idea what that could be. But she was desperate. The Frost Faerie looked at her and shook her head.
You have naught that would suffice. And the price is too much for you to bear.
Urksh hissed as he cracked the ice on his fur. He looked at Ryoka.
What do they say?
We dont have anything they want. And UrkshI think theyre not allowed to help us.
He shook his head and stared at the faeries.
We cannot force them?
The faeries stared at Urksh dispassionately. Ryoka shook her head hard, noting the other Gnolls and the bows they were not quite raising.
Dont try. Please. They might do a lot of damage to you, and Im not even sure you can hurt them.
Urksh stared hard at the faeries, but eventually nodded. Bows were lowered, but the expression remained. Now everyone was staring at the faeries, and they were watching Ryoka. Silently.
There has to be sothing I can offer. Sothing you want.
You have nothing you can give us, Human.
And if a faerie said it, it was probably true. But Ryoka couldnt leave it like this.
She turned away from the faeries. Not to leave; but to pace. Urksh watched her silently as Ryoka walked back and forth.
Think. Think of faeries. They made deals. They never gave anything without asking for that much or more in return. Theyhonored their word.
None of this could help. Not if they didnt want to make a deal. Or couldnt.
Stories?
But stories werent enough. Not for a life. Not if this was what Ryoka thought it was. Think. What could she do to faeries? Nothing. She was like dust in the wind compared to them. She had nothing to threaten them. Nothing to offer them. Then, what did they want?
Ryoka looked up. Faeries. She had nothing to give them, but they were still faeries.
Do you want Mrsha to die? Is that why youre not helping?
Urksh stirred. He looked at the faeries. They stirred too. And now there was anger in their expressions. The temperature in the air lowered again, and Ryoka began to shiver uncontrollably as one floated closer to her, eyes narrowed.
Do you think we are Sluagh, mortal? Do ye think we delight in the suffering and death of innocents? Nae. We are no Redcaps nor Finfolk to delight in death of children. We are not monsters. Speak carefully lest ye offend us.
It was hard, so hard to et the small gaze in front of her. But Ryoka did it. She spoke to the faerie defiantly.
But youd let a child die.
Because there are rules.
The faerie hissed at Ryoka, and the girl felt parts of her face go numb from the intense cold around her. The faerie was like an avatar of frost, a thing of primordial, endless cold.
But you could help.
You have nothing to offer.
But you want to help, dont you?
And the faerie hesitated. Just for a second. Ryoka went on, speaking quickly.
We have nothing to offer, but if there is a price, Ill pay it.
Urksh interrupted.
We will. The Stone Spears will bear any price for our young.
He couldnt have known the other side of the conversation, but he put a paw on Ryokas shoulder and gripped her hard. She nodded at him.
The faerie was silent for a long ti. She stared back at her fellows, and then looked at Ryoka. And there was sothing else in her expression. A bit of sadness?
You do not know what you offer. The price is too great, mortals. Do not ask.
Please.
Ryoka bowed her head, bowed in front of the faeries. Urksh did the sa. Across the camp, she sensed Gnolls doing likewise. The faeries floated above her head, silent judges.
The price is always the sa. Life for life. Death for death. And even if there is not death, you ask much of the fates.
Fate. The word sent a chill down Ryokas spine. Was this all fated? She was too afraid to ask.
Please. Give her a chance. Im asking youas one who called the fae her friend. As soone who needs help. Please. For a child. For life.
The wind began to pick up. Overhead, the snow began to fall harder. The faerie glowed in the darkness, but not with any light to chase away the horrors of the night. The glow she gave off was terrible and beautiful, but it was not kind.
Very well. So it is agreed. We promise nothing, but we will offer you a chance.
Ryoka looked up. Urksh stared at her as she stood.
What do we need to do?
Only follow. And only you.
She pointed at Ryoka. The girl hesitated, and turned to Urksh.
I need to go alone. Theyll take to her.
He grabbed her. The old Gnolls eyes were full of fear, but also hope.
Go. Please. And take this
He hurried inside a tent, barking orders. Gnolls scattered, and then one ca towards Ryoka holding a torch. It was wood coated with resin, and the Gnoll muttered words to get it to light. He must have been the [Shaman].
Urksh ca out of the tent holding bottles. Potions. He handed them to Ryoka.
For healing. Take. And this.
He gave her sothing else. Ryoka stared at it.
What is this? A rope?
He nodded as he helped store it in Ryokas pack. The rope was unlike the gear she had seen Gnolls use. It was long and thin and light, and it seed to coil itself naturally as Ryoka put it into her equipnt.
It is magical. It will stretch a long ways. If you go where I fear, you will need it.
Another Gnoll ca over with a fur coat, and another, small enough for a child. It was hard to wrestle them into her pack, but Ryoka discarded her clothes and everything she didnt need to make room.
Ill go. I dont know what the faeries will ask or if I might fail. This is like
She hesitated. It reminded Ryoka a bit of an old Greek myth, like the tale of Orpheus. Quests involving life and death always ended badly. But she had to try.
It could be bad. If I dont return, dont send anyone after .
Urksh nodded. He grasped Ryoka by the shoulders.
Go. With all our hopes. Save her, we beg of you.
He lowered his head. Ryoka grabbed his arm and squeezed it once. Then she turned. The faeries were still floating overhead, watching.
Im ready.
Follow, then. And quickly. May ye not regret your choice.
With that, the faerie flew off. North, towards the mountain. Ryoka didnt hesitate. She ran after them, as fast as she could. She ran across the open plain, picking up speed, and then uphill as the land began to rise.
The air grew colder around her, and the snow began to fall harder. Soon it would be too cold for all but the most determined to survive. Yet even that could not match the cold in Ryokas heart. A pit of fear held itself in her stomach, but her body was burning. Exhaustion fled. She ran. She ran with more force in her step than she had put in anything before.
She saw a young Gnoll in her mind, and knew that she could not fail. Ryoka ran on, and overhead the faeries watched her slow progress with eyes that beheld immortality.
In the distance, Zel Shivertails army marched onwards, ignoring sense which told the [General] to make camp. His scouts had seen the bonfires in the distance, and even if they had gone out, he was sure he could find the Gnoll tribe. He marched on, listening to the wind and the sound of the foreboding in his heart.
And high above the rest, watching from a distant place, sothing twisted the Gnoll [Hunter]s head around and lowered the dead Gnoll to the ground. The other Gnolls lay where they had fallen, arrows sprouting from their bodies, magic-torn wounds gaping open and steaming for only seconds in the cold air.
Dark shadows stood on the cliff, watching as the faint fires of the Stone Spears tribe were rekindled. They looked out, and more shapes moved. Hundreds of them. Thousands. The night was filled with shadows, and as the blizzard began to engulf the land in earnest, the dark shape stood. It bit into the Gnoll and ripped flesh away, chewing.
And then the Gnoll slowly sat up. Lifeless eyes stared at the one who had brought it back, and the Gnoll stood with its fellows.
Waiting. And the blizzard consud everything and the girl ran on, hoping, praying.
She would not fail. She could not. But the word whispered in her ears again. The word of despair and madness. The word to shatter all hopes and dreams. The word of playthings. The word that ant she could do nothing.
It whispered to her, spoke to her. Haunted her steps.
Fate.
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