me. There are marks on her face from where the tears had been allowed to freely run down, but fresh tears no longer fall. “Do you see this?” She asks as motions towards all the dead. “This was just one of those things! One!”
“Grace, I’m sorry-” but I cannot finish my apology. Grace does not want to hear it. She does not want my pity or meaningless apology; she wants a solution. Her body is shaking angrily, and she spitefully states that maybe the religious loon will get it now. I need Grace to talk to me here because I’m completely lost. I cannot help the situation if I don’t understand what is going on.
She stares at me in disbelief before shaking her head. “You’re serious aren’t you? You really do not know how fucked we all are?” She asks as she walks towards the center of the beach and performs a wide gesture as she circles back around to face me. “All of this, try multiplying by a few hundreds. My people are dying by the thousands! Her island has one? My nation is being infested with them! And, if all it takes to even the battlefield is some stupid green stone-” She either doesn’t finish her thought, or I don’t hear it. She’s running back towards the cave, and her scythe is ready cut things.
She’s about to take some of the green stone out of the cave. I cannot let her. If she takes some, Adira will most certainly not be willing to work with her. I chase her down and right when she’s about to slash into it, I cut her off from the side. My left hand manages to catch the middle of her scythe, and my right hand is touching the stone she’s trying to carve out.
She almost starts yelling at me. If it weren’t for the cave illuminating with a white light from all the stone, I am sure she would have. Instead she pulls her scythe back and looks around the cave. I take my hand off of the wall I was using as leverage, and the light slowly fades away until all of the stone is back to its normal hue.
“You use magic,” She states completely unfazed by what she just witnessed, “That explains why your arrows could pierce through the devilin so easily. Most of the time they just bounce off; don’t even leave a scratch.”
“You use magic, too,” I say confidently. “A scythe isn’t exactly a protocol weapon even here, no?”
She shakes her head and places her hand on the cave wall, “Yes, but my magic is different.”
All of the stones turn completely black. If we were actually inside the cave, it would be impossible to see our hands right in front of our faces. Admittedly, most people would have probably been afraid. However, I find some level of comfort in it. This is not bad nor evil, just different. I need to know what this rock is. Not only is it the center of Grace’s and Adira’s fighting, but it is also effective against the dark creatures Sethos is sending to attack.
Graces says she doesn’t know exactly what it is, but she confirms it greatly weakens the devilins and other dark forces in battle. The stone was discovered by her people when a single devilin attacked one of her nation’s smaller towns. Nearly everyone died, but a few survivors were found. They claimed they lived because a man wearing the necklace made of green stone had fought and killed the devilin demolishing his house. The man himself was later questioned and claimed he bought the necklace in Oriare from a vendor who said the stone came from Briza.
“So why not start looking for the vendor in Oriare?” I ask. Jo’s country being mentioned by Grace cannot be a coincidence. Jo’s country is submerged in corruption, and she had been working hard trying to end it before mindlessly running to her death.
“Oriare is on lockdown. No one from outside the country can get in. The selfish pricks are trying to ignore the world’s plight as long as they can,” Grace explains. “Rather than start another war, my general ordered me and my crew straight to Briza on that information alone. That’s how
“Grace, I’m sorry-” but I cannot finish my apology. Grace does not want to hear it. She does not want my pity or meaningless apology; she wants a solution. Her body is shaking angrily, and she spitefully states that maybe the religious loon will get it now. I need Grace to talk to me here because I’m completely lost. I cannot help the situation if I don’t understand what is going on.
She stares at me in disbelief before shaking her head. “You’re serious aren’t you? You really do not know how fucked we all are?” She asks as she walks towards the center of the beach and performs a wide gesture as she circles back around to face me. “All of this, try multiplying by a few hundreds. My people are dying by the thousands! Her island has one? My nation is being infested with them! And, if all it takes to even the battlefield is some stupid green stone-” She either doesn’t finish her thought, or I don’t hear it. She’s running back towards the cave, and her scythe is ready cut things.
She’s about to take some of the green stone out of the cave. I cannot let her. If she takes some, Adira will most certainly not be willing to work with her. I chase her down and right when she’s about to slash into it, I cut her off from the side. My left hand manages to catch the middle of her scythe, and my right hand is touching the stone she’s trying to carve out.
She almost starts yelling at me. If it weren’t for the cave illuminating with a white light from all the stone, I am sure she would have. Instead she pulls her scythe back and looks around the cave. I take my hand off of the wall I was using as leverage, and the light slowly fades away until all of the stone is back to its normal hue.
“You use magic,” She states completely unfazed by what she just witnessed, “That explains why your arrows could pierce through the devilin so easily. Most of the time they just bounce off; don’t even leave a scratch.”
“You use magic, too,” I say confidently. “A scythe isn’t exactly a protocol weapon even here, no?”
She shakes her head and places her hand on the cave wall, “Yes, but my magic is different.”
All of the stones turn completely black. If we were actually inside the cave, it would be impossible to see our hands right in front of our faces. Admittedly, most people would have probably been afraid. However, I find some level of comfort in it. This is not bad nor evil, just different. I need to know what this rock is. Not only is it the center of Grace’s and Adira’s fighting, but it is also effective against the dark creatures Sethos is sending to attack.
Graces says she doesn’t know exactly what it is, but she confirms it greatly weakens the devilins and other dark forces in battle. The stone was discovered by her people when a single devilin attacked one of her nation’s smaller towns. Nearly everyone died, but a few survivors were found. They claimed they lived because a man wearing the necklace made of green stone had fought and killed the devilin demolishing his house. The man himself was later questioned and claimed he bought the necklace in Oriare from a vendor who said the stone came from Briza.
“So why not start looking for the vendor in Oriare?” I ask. Jo’s country being mentioned by Grace cannot be a coincidence. Jo’s country is submerged in corruption, and she had been working hard trying to end it before mindlessly running to her death.
“Oriare is on lockdown. No one from outside the country can get in. The selfish pricks are trying to ignore the world’s plight as long as they can,” Grace explains. “Rather than start another war, my general ordered me and my crew straight to Briza on that information alone. That’s how
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