Chapter 22: EnigmaA Chapter by Sairek Ceareste
The journey through the cave had sped up immensely. The trio as of now wanted nothing more then to just get out of the cave as soon as possible. The fact that a wyvern; an undead one, was roaming around both in the air and burying its way through the ground in search of them did not make them feel comfortable in the slightest. The three had decided that they would do their best to stay out of wide open areas, unless the areas offered suitable hiding spots although no such areas had necessarily came into view. They felt a little bit safer when they were inside a tunnel once again, which had eventually spread itself out and widened quite a fair bit, but the ceiling was far too narrow for any wyvern to fit through completely. Unless the Wyvern poked only its head through, but then it would probably lose its momentum if it did. It was also much cooler in this section as well, which helped reprieve them from the intense heat and the stress that was weighing on all of their shoulders at the moment. The three wandered over to it. Sairek dipped the end of his staff inside the pool and stirred the water around a little. It took a little effort to do so. “It’s damn well thick...” Sairek noted out loud as it moved with resistance, much like syrup would. It stuck to the end of the staff when he pulled it out. Like sticky chewed gum, it stuck to the surface of the staff, stretching out until Sairek pulled the staff too far away. Nayleen made a face. “That’s… kind of disgusting… what is it?” “I don’t have a single clue. I don’t remember anything like this from any book I read.” Sairek muttered. Cyial spoke up. “It’s tree sap.” “Tree sap...?” Sairek spoke flatly. He didn’t believe that. “You are kidding. Sap isn't this kind of colour... It kind of looks poisonous, to be honest.” Cyial chuckled a bit “I’m not kidding. It’s a concentrated mass of tree sap.” “What’s tree sap doing in here, in a puddle inside of a cave?” Sairek asked Cyial. But his breath soon caught in his throat, eyes widened. “W-Wait, you aren't saying that…” Cyial smirked a little. Nayleen soon let out a gasp too, before she soon squealed excitedly. “Really?! That’s what it is!” The three of them looked up. Out of the low ceiling, they both spotted a chunk of wood that just stuck out a little bit. It was the same color as Sairek’s staff, matching it perfectly. “I can’t believe it… a root from Yggdrasil!” Sairek exclaimed excitedly. He began walking forward before Nayleen pulled him back before he could. “Woooah, hold on there. You’ll be walking right into that stuff.” She warned. “But it’s tree sap from Yggdrasil, how much could it hurt?” Sairek questioned almost in a disappointed tone. “We have no idea how thick it is. 'Sides, you want to leave a trail of the stuff with your feet, or get it inside your boots and sink into your clothes? I don't think something that sticky would wash out easily.” Sairek shrugged slightly, before glancing towards Cyial. "Does Yggdrasil’s sap have anything special about it?” “Yes and no.” Cyial answered. “The properties of Yggdrasil’s sap is the exact same from any other tree, from what I know. The only difference is that it has a much higher concentrated level of Ethereal inside of it. You could literally make syrup that’s medicine with it, and yet it would still taste good. Those kinds of potions are extremely rare and rightly so, expensive. Since they aren’t bitter to consume and are actually extremely tasty as well as better than your average healing potion made with just Ethereal, because it's more 'pure', such medicines are treated like a delicacy. You can make sweets that can actually heal wounds and cure illnesses with it. We could consume it as it is, but it would taste bitter still.” “We should take some then. It may be useful.” Nayleen suggested and Sairek nodded in agreement but soon frowned. “Although, I don’t think we have anything to carry it in, do we?” “Yes, I’ve got some empty ones still. Lamen didn’t do good with replenishing the water supply. It’s not like I could just take water from the pier. It’s too salty to drink, and I didn't feel comfortable taking any from the monastery because it's much like a hospital and it needs it. You want me to use those flasks?” “May as well, they’re empty, right?” Cyial asked, and Sairek nodded. Turning around, his mother’s pendant glowed white as he began his usual act of spilling everything inside the gem out. A spark flashed from the jewel, and Sairek soon cried out in pain, clutching his chest. Another spark let fourth which gave him another cry of pain. It felt like as if something was trying to pull his heart out. Sairek immediately released his hold on the jewel, but it wouldn’t stop. “Sairek, are you alright?!” He heard Nayleen yell out, but he could only reply with another cry of pain. He let go of the staff as he nearly crumpled up in submission to the pain. He barely managed to open his eyes, but when he did, the world around him was black, everything was gone around him. Instead of trying to pull back from his spell, Sairek pushed forward. Another spark emitted, but it didn’t feel as powerful. It brought forth a long groan of discomfort from him. Sairek heard a chuckle and somehow managed to struggle his body to turn around in this black illusion he was in. Sweat drenched his face as his teeth gritted. A small laugh came from a hooded figure dressed in a deep red, lined with black patterns, that was slowly walking towards him. “Y-You…..” Sairek managed to choke out.
"You didn't realize it at all, did you? But it was only a few days ago, you had fallen into my trap, boy..." He heard the voice say in a aged, deep yet raspy voice. The hand reached out closer and Sairek found himself unable to do anything even as so much as move a muscle, from being locked in fear. The hand reached out to his chest. It was seeking his mother’s jewel; Sairek screamed both in rage, fury and in pain when contact was made. His eyes sealed closed as a hot boiling feeling surged through him. It felt as if his muscles were melting apart in the magma in the cave itself. The hand struggled to grasped the jewel; and Sairek struggled to not faint from the power it was emitting. With a flash of white, Sairek’s eyes opened with a gasp and he collapsed onto his knees in weakness and panic. “Sairek?! Are you okay?!” It was Nayleen’s voice. The Prince looked up weakly to see both Cyial and Nayleen kneeling in front of him. “I…I think… the Necromancer tried to attack me…” Sairek gulped, still taking in shallow breaths over the experience. “N-No... that doesn't seem right somehow... maybe what I had was a vision instead...? I… I was in some kind of void…" Sairek gulped more air as he managed to calm his breathing a bit. "And... there was a hooded figure…” Sairek slowly pushed himself to sit upright. His left hand clutched his stomach. He felt like he was ready to vomit. That pain burned in his mind just as badly as it had burned him; and just the memory of it was making him feel sick. The other two waited patiently for him to continue. Sairek gulped, forcing the nausea down a little. “I was paralyzed… I couldn’t move. He slowly walked towards me, and tried to grab the jewel... at least that's what I thought. But he went through the jewel and instead stuck his hand inside my chest..." Sairek gulped again, attempting to once again still the vomit. "It felt like... he was beginning to literally rip out my very soul... I... I--“ Sairek soon heaved and his head ducked down as he rolled over back on his hands and knees. He felt somebody pull his head back to look straight ahead as the nausea took over and he finally vomited. He heard Nayleen groan out in disgust as his eyes squeezed shut. Finally when his stomach relaxed, he slowly pushed himself back. The horrid taste wrung in his mouth. His eyes watered, but they moved as he saw Cyial hand him a flask of water. “Rinse it out.” The Demon said. Sairek took the flask, letting the water flow in his mouth; before he leaned over to the side, spitting it out. He did this a couple of times until the taste of his vomit was mostly gone. But his mouth was completely clean of it. “Where did you get the flask from…?” Sairek weakly croaked out. “From the supplies.” Cyial answered simply. “Huh…?” Sairek glanced over behind Nayleen, who had her back turned; not wishing to look at the mess Sairek had left, he gazed as he saw all the supplies laid out in a pile on the ground. “Well,” Sairek began with a mutter. “Despite that terrible experience, at least it worked… I guess...” “Do you have any idea why that would happen?” He heard Nayleen ask; back still turned. “No… I had never had anything happen ever when I used the jewel… It’s not like it’s even a difficult spell to use. It hardly invokes the jewel’s power…” Sairek’s left hand rose, and covered his face with his glove as he closed his eyes; trying to calm himself down. Sweat was all over his face. “I don’t know who it was… a hood covered the face… All I could make out was white eyes with small black pupils…” “That doesn’t help much…” Nayleen muttered. Sairek shook his head and sighed. “He was wearing maroon robes with black patterns on them, it was mostly lines tripping around areas of the robe... and the hand he raised at me was all bone, no flesh… That’s all I could tell… at at least remember...” The Prince looked towards the pile of stuff and sighed. “I’m reluctant to use the jewel again… but I’m going to have to if I want to keep our stuff… Let’s hurry up and collect the sap. I just want to be somewhere safe… and here isn’t safe.” Cyial nodded sympathetically. The Demon held out his hand to Sairek, whom took it as Cyial helped pull the boy back up onto his feet. Sairek, still feeling uneasy in his stomach still. He held it with his left hand as if trying to reassure it but that did nothing to settle it. Nayleen seemed to notice that he had widened his eyes and gave him a quizzical look. “Do you think the Undead could possibly be looking for this root?” Sairek soon asked. Cyial glanced back towards it, studying it for a few moments and then looked back at Sairek, a frown on the incubus’s face. “I don’t see any reason why they would. Or even if they did have a reason, what they could they possibly do to it? Do you know how hard it is to damage the Yggdrasil roots physically? I'm sure your staff can already answer that statement for you. It's already virtually immune to magic and then any other material. Even if it did take damage somehow, it would regenerate in due time."
That's when Sairek's eyes widened as he took in a gasp of air.
"No, they can harm it, easily! I'm so stupid!"
"Huh...?" Nayleen let out in confusion.
"Nothing on this world could harm the tree easily. The tree's bark is harder than any metal and attacking it with a spell is counter productive; all spells are made out of one element or another, and all the energy required originally came from Yggdrasil itself... But that doesn't matter to anything in the underworld. The Yggdrasil tree shouldn't be able to absorb underworld magic; and even if it somehow did, then it would be corrupting the tree -- like ingesting poison..."
She shifted where she stood, turning to look at the root as she idly watched a drop of the oddly colored sap drip out from the root, and drip to the bank of liquid that made up the rest of the sap. She breathed in, before glancing back to Sairek and continuing.
"What about rituals?" Sairek argued. "Don't the undead have rituals like we have rituals?"
"The tree declines the offerings?" Sairek asked. Nayleen sighed deeply. “We may have to hope that the old man manages to come up with some type of solution from his little roadtrip… he may be our last shot at trying to solve the trees' problems… At the very least, we did find some good bit of news here. We still have time; even with distractions in our way, we should be able to get to the tree in more than enough time.” “We have time..." Sairek began. Holding the staff with both hands now, as he thought deeply while he spoke. “If we get to the tree and don’t know what to do, we’ll have to backtrack and--“ “The both of you; dive into the sap, NOW!” Sairek ordered; a tone that showed his position as Prince even thought he had no official direct command at the two. Nayleen and Cyial flinched at the tone. "Um... Sairek?" Cyial began.
Sairek turned around glancing towards the Demon boy.
"I can't grab my book like this. I will get it all covered up with the sap and will ruin it..."
"Oh, d****t all..." Sairek muttered as he shook his head. He felt like an idiot. "I guess I will rinse us off with Waert and dry us after after then."
Cyial and Nayleen stood next to each other away from Cyial's book as Sairek used 'Waert' to blast them with a stream of water, completely soaking them. Cyial had winced slightly as if the water was a bit too hot or something similar. Sairek new that it was uncomfortable for the other child due to the fact the water contained a higher concentration of Ethereal in it than normal water would.
When they were literally dripped wet, Sairek soon blew a gust of 'Wuaie' their way, which used to at least dry them to the point where they weren't gripping wet, however Sairek concentrated specifically on Cyial until his clothes were more or less dry, so there was no danger for him accidentally ruining the book with it even getting slightly damp. After Cyial was satisified that he would be okay, Sairek did the same for himself, washing himself off by jetting the water towards his direction, and then with wind to dry himself off some. The entire process took much longer than Sairek would have liked.
Finally with them cleaned off and mostly dry, Sairek began moving again with the other two following behind him. Sairek kept up a quick pace, half the time making the other two needing to jog behind him. They made no arguments though. Sairek wanted to get out of this entire cave as quickly as possible. "Coming here was a mistake... a dangerous, reckless mistake..." Sairek thought to himself. "Even if this is a shorter path, we have come with too many close calls already, saving time or not... Did the Abbot make a bad calculation or something...? I guess it's understandable, we wouldn't be having so much trouble if we didn't walk into that building, nor encountered this bloody Wyvern... © 2013 Sairek CearesteAuthor's Note
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