Shes dead. My friend is dead. Pentas soul floats lifelessly inside , like so many others have and will. She died in there, so I never even had to collect her. Her body drips down my spine, her little soul-tendrils hang limply. She is inert and lifeless, waiting to be used like any other soul within .
I grab her, trying to push her back into that goopy form. I know it wont work even as I attempt it, over and over. One by one, my tendrils wrap around her, lightly poking and squeezing, trying to elicit so sort of response but theres nothing. Not a single reaction, twitch, or change. Her being is in stasis, waiting for its ultimate fate after death. I feel part of wanting that fate to be consumption, and nearly vomit.
Vita? Penelope asks slowly. Are you all right?
Of course not. You killed her, I accuse, glaring up at her.
Sorry, she answers, and a bit of my bubbling rage pops in surprise when she sounds genuinely contrite. It was the only way to save you. When I saw Penta was still in control of your body during the toast, I knew this could happen. You needed to drink the poison, Vita!
They were all supposed to die to the poison!
Its fast-acting, not instant. Of course the stronger slis would have ti to try and escape! They just wouldnt have been able to if everyone was properly poisoned!
Damnit. Damnit, shes right! I fucked up! It was all going so well, but I fucked it all up at the last second!
Penelope sighs, walking onto solid ground to pat on the back. I hate her. I hate myself. I should just reach up and kill her too.
Vita, its okay, she says soothingly, leaning down to whisper in my ear. The soul is safe, right? Do you have the others?
I no. I didnt have ti to grab them.
I feel Penelopes magic prod within , grabbing the slimy corpses and pulling them out slowly. I almost demand for her to stop, but I know that would be stupid.
Are they still there?
I shut my eyes, annoyed by the tears trying to fall. Why does she care, all of a sudden?
Yeah, the souls are still there. I guess I should go grab them before the Mistwatcher gets them.
Agreed, Penelope says smoothly. If you keep a few undigested, I might have a place you can practice with them, soon.
I blink, looking up at her.
Are you serious? I thought cant the Templars?
You didnt think working for wouldnt co with perks, did you Vita? she answers, grinning with self-satisfaction.
I feel it, in that mont. She isnt sorry. Did she plan this? No. The idea is ridiculous. Shes definitely happy with the outco, though. She had the perfect excuse to murder my friend. Soone she hated more than anything. The sympathy shes showing couldnt be more fake. Her soul sings with such unrestrained glee, anything else is out of the question. And yet
Sowhere I could practice necromancy. Sowhere I could bring Penta back. That bit of hope helps push aside my grief for now, rushing back towards Talines house. Penelope jogs after, unable to keep up. I worm my tendrils around my limbs, trying to pull with my soul the way I pull with my muscles. Its awkward, and I stumble many tis. I feel it, though. Their strength working together. Its not sothing I could have done before hatching. Even now, as I digest Remuslis soul bit by bit, I grow stronger. It looks like there might be diminishing returns; at this rate, I wont end up as strong as Remusli was before I annihilated him. Its still a big jump, though. Ill at least be stronger than most of my team, in soul if nothing else.
Bursting back into the room, I see everyone we left behind rushing to care for all the people that got knocked out in the fight. Soone had bandaged Theodoras neck but it was too little, too late. Her soul floats above her blood-soaked corpse, right next to that of the sli that controlled her. lik is trying to wake his mom, but when I walk into the room he and many of the villagers turn weapons on . lik is holding Remuss fucking magic sword! I raise my hands in surrender.
Im clean. Penelope just killed my... sli, I answer coldly, spitting the words. Ill take the poison to prove it.
I get more or less forced to drink the sa stuff everyone else did, the poison aching through my bones. Its no big deal now, though, since my friend is dead anyway. People relax considerably after that, and though I get a few hateful glares for having killed Theodora, everyone here understands firsthand that wasnt really .
They dont understand it was my dumbass fault for not drinking the poison sooner, but Im okay with not explaining. I collect the souls around the room, a plethora of goopy black orbs with human centers blossoming within, plus a double helping of Theodoras blue-and-red sparky spirit, one with just a bit of sli on top.
Vita, mom wont wake up! lik panics, glancing at .
I give Taline a once-over. Her soul looks healthy and alive to .
Shes fine, I dismiss. Penelope will be here soon, shell wake everyone up.
W-wait! he protests as I turn to leave again. Where are you going?
I have to go finish my part of the job.
The number of souls inside now is less than the number of Nawra that were at the party. Others must have escaped. I killed Slimus already and have both the sli and human Theodora souls, though, so at this point Im just cleaning up. With my senses reaching as far as I can push them I head around the island, knocking on or breaking down doors and whipping tendrils into the people possessed by Nawra. One by one, I pick up the missing and the stragglers, telling the hosts to head to Talines place so Penelope can get the dead ooze out of their necks. Afterwards, all thats left is a final sweep around the vast fields to see if I sense any more Nawra souls.
Out here, walking slowly through farmland, I am stuck with nothing but my own thoughts. So quickly Id gotten used to having Penta to talk to. I catch myself trying to think sothing at her more than a few tis, only to be reminded she can no longer hear. Shes dead.
How much does that really matter, though? Im a necromancer. Using death to my advantage is what I do. I could murder a nearby animal and talk to her right now if I really wanted to. But only if I put a bit of myself in her first. Only if I force her to submit to . In so ways, hadnt I already? Id forced her to obey through violence rather than my talent. Why not the reverse? It almost seems like a stupid question it feels like there should be so many reasons it isnt a good idea. Yet Im seriously considering it anyway.
Its just nice having a person that understands . That actually understands , probably even better than I understand myself. Maybe she wasnt the best friend ever, and maybe she didnt even consider to be her friend. I liked her anyway, though. I want her back, and it isnt a question of if Ill do it. Its just a question of how. Do I make her a Revenant, or should I just keep her inside until I figure out how to create life itself?
Hah. I cant even imagine how long it would take. It might be faster to try and learn to create Revenants that arent creepily devoted to . Although, I guess I dont really mind that aspect
Should I mind that aspect? It feels like I should mind that aspect. Is it bad for people to like , though? Why would it be?
Damnit. I wish Penta were here. Well I an shes here, but I wish she were alive. Ill have to go ho and talk to Rowan and Lyn about it soon. Im definitely looking forward to going ho. This has been kind of a shitty trip. I wanna hug Lyns soul.
...Also her in general.
Sure enough, there is a sli-host hiding out in the fields. They must have fled their body imdiately, streaking out of the room to find an unpoisoned host rather than suffer death. Had I not been getting choked and possessed at the ti, it wouldnt have been a very effective strategy, yet here we are. Theyre curled up in a vast field of grain, completely surrounded by tall stalks of wheat. It would have been damn hard for anyone else to find them, but its more or less a cakewalk for . I walk over next to them, feeling the sli shiver in fear. I just feel tired. So I sit down, right on top of the shuddering, sli-infested farr that knows death has co.
Hey. So Mister Sli. I can kill you quickly if you want, I offer, not really knowing why. I dont know if it hurts, or how much it hurts, but its fast.
The fearful face turns up to look at , resignation filling his expression.
I I an, we dont feel pain, he answers. Our real bodies dont, anyway. Not unless youre hurting our host.
I nod. Huh. I hadnt known that.
What Im doing might still hurt, I admit. But, uh if you want, you can swim into .
What am I saying?
Y-youll still die, I clarify. Im full of poison. But yknow. If you want to talk a bit without freaking your host out any more. We can do that. If all you feel is my pain, then the poisons really not that bad.
I put my hand on the farrs neck, waiting for him to choose.
Why would you even offer this? the sli asks, laughing humorlessly.
I shrug.
I dont know why, really. Maybe you will if you hop into my head, though.
A monts hesitation passes before I get that familiar, revolting feeling of a Nawra swimming up my arm and settling into my neck. I get up off the farr, letting him scurry a short way away from as I sit back down on the ground and lose control of my body again.
Its not the familiar feeling I was hoping for. This sli lacks Pentas skill at allowing to move myself while she was still technically in control. Instead, the panic that filled when Remus was in control fills again, and I nearly kill the sli on instinct. Theres no need for that this ti, though. The mont he entered my arm, he started dying.
What are you? the sli breathes, feeling my tendrils curled dangerously around them. His voice is much deeper than I or Penta ever used it to be, sounding odd in my ears.
I dont know. At this point, I dont care. Im . Ill figure the rest out later.
Its nice to feel soone care about us, though, the sli whispers, staring up at the sky. Maybe all those things your friend said werent so crazy.
Maybe. But who can say now? We werent fast enough. You guys and the humans both deserve to live, but youre the ones that were doing the torturing. If youre going to make us choose...
Then the choice is obvious, the sli agrees. The burden of a solution was always on us. Maybe if we had sought one from the start
Maybe. You never had enough ti, though. Youre less than a couple weeks old.
Hah. I guess we are. It feels like were all much older than that
Yeah, but I guess Penta was just a baby, huh?
Who are you to talk? Youre just a kid.
Wh hey! You know Im sixteen!
It doesnt matter. My old host would insist that sixteen years is still a kid. Your life has been pretty fucked up, you know? I can see why your friend was scared for you.
Yeah.
I feel the sli coming apart in my neck, his soul straining to hold together.
You havent done too badly for yourself, though, the sli continues slowly, voice faltering. Youre not perfect, but youre trying. Maybe you dont care about everyone, but I dont really think youre a...
His last words fade away as his dead soul drifts down into my tendrils. I give him a light squeeze, storing the soul safely before standing up. The farr stares at in a mix of horror and confusion as I turn to them.
Sorry about that, I say. The sli is dead now. I think that was the last of them.
What did you?
I shrug.
Co on. Lets get you checked out and immunized. You know Talines place?
Soon Im alone again, doing a second sweep and taking more ti on it than I really need to. I return to a rather morbid scene; silent rows of people in line to get checked out by Penelope, flanked by groups of townsfolk crying out of relief, regret, or mourning. Soone put a cloth over Theodoras tattooed corpse, a safe area to burn her presumably still being prepared on the grass-covered island. Many folks hug their families, embracing under their own power for the first ti in too long.
Vita, youre back, Penelope acknowledges blandly, her attention on a spell. Were there more?
Yeah, I breathe. A few. I took care of them. We should be good.
She nods, her hands still busy casting spells on the townsfolk.
Im going to start a large-scale Nawra-targeting plague here, just in case. It should last a few days and die out, doing absolutely nothing if weve done our job right. Just as a precaution.
Sounds good, I answer, shrugging noncommittally. One tried to jump in . I need you to get another corpse out.
Then get in line, Penelope answers.
Right. I walk to the back of the room to do just that. A now-conscious Seong approaches , clutching their ribs.
Ya okay, kid? the poisoner hisses. Ah hear youre clean now?
Yeah, I answer. Sorry, Seong. I fucked up at the last minute.
No shit, they growl. Theodoras death is on ya. She was a good woman.
Yeah, I concede. Sorry.
Seong huffs out a raspy sigh.
It happens. And ya saved the rest of us, too. Tha counts fer sothing.
Technically I just saved you, and then you saved everyone else.
They let out a cracked, hoarse laugh.
Close enough. And if ahd been stronger or faster, tha one might notve gotten ya. Hes dead now though, ya?
I nod, glowering at the mory.
Extrely.
Good, they hiss, patting on the back. Hey, Remus! Get yer old ass over here and apologize ta yer pupil.
The old man in question heads towards , his soul as temptingly massive as ever. Remus has a sheepish expression on the side of his face that can show it, and its clear from the looks hes getting that theres more than a bit of lingering resentnt directed his way for bringing this crisis in the first place.
Vita, he greets hesitantly.
Hey pops, I answer, grinning back at him. He winces.
Please dont ever call that again.
I chuckle. Its not really that funny, but I do it anyway.
Yeah. Sorry it took so long to figure stuff out.
Youre sorry? he protests. Vita, this all of this is my fault. If I had known what those slis were, none of this would have happened. And I should have known. Thats my job as a teacher and senior hunter.
I shrug, feeling the souls inside and glancing towards Theodoras corpse.
We all make mistakes, boss. I dont really feel like you need to apologize to .
Then at least let thank you. You and Penelope saved all of us from my mistake. I am proud to call you hunters.
Oh yeah. Honestly, the whole being a hunter thing seems so far away.
Thanks, Remus, I answer, my heart not in it.
Taline approaches us next, hugging lik tightly with one arm as he clings to her side. The stocky, muscled woman nods to us.
Vita. Thank you. Remus can I ask a favor?
Of course, Taline.
Can you take Theodoras body to Skyhope? I think youll need another tamancer to safely burn it.
Oh, Remus says, glancing that way. Of course. tal inks?
Taline nods.
Yes, exactly. She and lik would often well. The point is, shes doubtlessly still charged with mana. Its kind of poetic with her gone, no one here can give her a proper rest. I know itll be expensive, but I want to burn her as-is. It wouldnt be right to strip her skin off and sell her art as materials. Even if its a waste, I
Ill take care of it, Penelope answers, easily eavesdropping now that Im almost next in line. Im already paying for the Templars who lost their lives on the way here, so I may as well.
That causes a few raised eyebrows.
Templars? Remus asks.
Dead Templars? Seong hisses.
Thats a story for our return trip, I think, Penelope answers, smiling. But lets just say Remus will be eting an old cataclysmic friend of his.
The gray-haired man pales.
Oh, fuck. Gladra?
Your old fla, Penelope jokes, eliciting groans all around. Holy shit, shes so happy that shes telling puns.
Read the mood, Penelope, I snap at her.
Thats rich coming from she cuts herself off, biting her lip. No. Never mind. Youre absolutely right. This is not the ti or place.
I scowl at her.
Well, at least that apology actually seems genuine.
She blinks, shocked. Yeah, she acted it out pretty well back there, Ill give her that.
Vita, I
Not here, I grumble. Later.
Im way too mad to have it out with her right now. Its just a pun, dont kill the murderer. I need her to not be immolated by Templars, dont kill the murderer. She can help get my friend back, dont kill the murderer!
We wrap up soon after that, Penelope finishing her spells and clearing of the last Nawra corpse. I copy Pentas trick crossing the bridge, closing my at-eyes and staring upwards for the entire walk. Then Penelope and I return to where the Templars are camped, where they imdiately make us drink surprise more poison. At this point Im really starting to feel the stuff, but they assure us both its not enough to kill us, even after multiple doses.
So, howd it go? Gladra asks, her voice as irritated as it has always been since the Mistwatcher tendril had nearly killed us all.
All of the Nawra are dead, Penelope reports. One human casualty.
Gladra whistles.
Damn. I have to admit, thats pretty good, Vesuvius. Was it Remus?
No.
Then I dont care. Pack up camp, boys! Weve got a town to occupy.
The order to pack up camp was probably a joke, considering the entire thing is comprised of makeshift stick-structures and monster hides. Soone among the Templars is apparently quite an impressive survivalist, but there still isnt much worth salvaging.
Youre occupying Litia? Penelope asks, raising an eyebrow.
Of course we are! Its an ergency situation! We have to double-check your work, after all. Cant just trust the word of a pair of newbie hunters.
And when will the occupation of Litia end? Penelope asks.
Gladra just pops up her visor to grin at us and walks away. Im not nice enough to not appreciate seeing Penelope pissed off for the first ti since all this went down, even if I know this is probably well, bad.
Well at least it will get the High Templar off our back for a while, Penelope comnts, scowling.
A few hours later, Remus crosses the bridge to join us, carrying what I can sohow feel is Theodoras body. Hmm. Do I have a corpse-sense now, or does it have to do with the fact that I have Theodoras soul with ? Either way, Im also surprised to see Seong following him, looking extra grim.
Are you coming back to Skyhope with us, Seong? I ask.
They grunt in annoyance.
Like fuck ahm staying in the sa town as Gladra, they hiss venomously. Besides, ah need more ti to berate Remus fer screwing us this bad.
They punch him in the arm, though Remus doesnt even flinch at the impact. Hes still wearing the casual clothes he had on in the village, though from his massive backpack I assu hes bringing his armor with him. I dont see his sword anywhere, though.
Wheres your weapon? I ask.
The Templars confiscated it, Remus answers glumly. I cant really argue that I deserve to keep it, even if it is just Gladra being petty.
You guys dont like Lady Karthala either, huh? I ask.
Seong pulls down on their huge collar, revealing their face. From the lips all the way down the throat, to what appears to extend down onto the chest and beyond, Seong is a ss of hideous, permanently swollen scar tissue. A ss of huge red lumps and malshapen skin, it seems hard to believe they even survived whatever fire did that to them.
Fuck Gladra, Seong hisses again, putting their collar back in place.
Remus scratches at the burnt half of his own face, looking more sad than furious, but he nods his agreent.
Anyway, we should be off. Thanks again, you two. I have been considerably humbled.
No shit, Seong growls. Read the fucking books next ti, you idiot.
I supplied most of the information in those books, Remus grumbles.
Clearly not all of it!
The two friends bicker on the way ho as I settle in for a long walk. As it turns out, one of the first things were going to need to do when we get ho is what Slimuswanted to do, albeit with the objective of killing the other Nawra in the forest rather than save them. They have to be cleared out to the best of the guilds ability, and stricter protocols against Nawra invasion will likely be in effect for years after this event. The chance that the public will be told any of what happened to our team and Litia village, however, is pretty much zero. Penelope and I are expected to keep mum on the subject.
Perhaps even worse, my na will be going into a lot of secret records. Templars, nobles, and possibly even the King would read a bland report on my talents. Eyes are on now, and even if its only in a small way its the last thing I want when Im trying to pretend to not be a necromancer. Penelope, annoyingly, has set herself up as my best lifeline. Being a servant of her house affords the assumption that soone is probably handling , and at the very least that soone would be annoyed if people got into their business. Noble politics, apparently.
The trip ho isnt too eventful. Were actually attacked by a pretty big monster once, but Remus and Seong gut it before Penelope and I can even do anything. Its quickly turned into a nice snack, both physically and spiritually. Theres not much to do or say, and soon enough the days pass and we make it back to Skyhope. There is, of course, one place I rush to first when I return. Ho. Ho to Lyn, to Rowan, to the kids and the shack. I have food to buy, hugs to give, and things to talk about.
Many, many things to talk about.
Reviews
All reviews (0)