Chapter 7: White Sands and Black MagesA Chapter by Letiel NaynarouThe fight didn't end well and Letiel is again in the hospital with Tempest again her guardian angel.New
places. A thing unfamiliar to Hurricane. He was
wandering around the halls of the Central tribe, having followed Tempest back
here. He wasn't sure if his brother actually knew he was here, but he didn't
much care. They hadn't seen each other in years, and just because they met now
didn't mean he'd dictate his actions. Although
he had helped him when asked... He
wouldn't admit it to anyone, but this new world had him giddy. He got to
explore! Not to mention the business opportunities that probably laid in store.
Somebody always wanted someone else dead, and he was the right man for the job. Strange.
Usually at this point he had somebody shadowing him, watching his movements,
making sure he fell into whatever trap the local rent-a-cops had set for him.
Here there was nothing. Maybe they were just used to people carrying swords
around and wearing hoods. Hurricane
was being watched but as he wasn't near anything particularly sensitive, no one
really cared to stop him. It was also exceptionally late and minds were on
other things. Most back up was sent to help with the survivors and trained
espionage personnel were dispatched to ensure that no one was spilling secrets. Blade
set Letiel down on her bed, a misshapen collection of cushion, blankets, and
pillows, then shambled off to a chair against the wall. The room was fairly
large, roomy, with a cozy feeling coming from the paintings on the wall. The
whole suite was in natural blues and greens, with gentle grays dotted about. Letiel
herself sunk a little deeper in the massive cushions, snuggling close in her
sleep. Her injuries seemed to have vanished leaving only the exhaustion of
self-healing behind. "She
will likely be angry with me for not changing her clothing. She does not like
wearing hospital gowns." Tempest
chuckled and took a seat. "She'll
be angry with me as well. I kept pulling her away from her fight." Blade
folded his hands over his chest and closed his eyes. "Yes,
she will be upset. She has to be the one to kill Veil. She sold herself for
that opportunity." "To
Omaotin?" "Yes.
She was dying and he saved her for the sole purpose of dealing with Veil." "And
what does he get in return?" Tempest already knew the answer. "A
life for a life," he said simply. Blade studied Tempest, closely.
"Why are you here? You have known her for just short of 24 hours. Your
first meeting involved driving her near death and threatening her life after
risking your own. You have waited for her to recover, saved her from a foolish
decision, and have barely left her side the whole time. What is your connection
to her? She has not seen you before." Tem
leaned forward, looking at the ground as he thought of a reply. "When
I fought her in the forest, I touched her mind. I saw a war, felt things coming
from her that I experienced in my own life. Failing to protect people. Guilt. I
thought maybe...maybe we could help each other. I don't know. That's the
reasoning I thought up. The truth is, I'm not really sure. I could've just left
her in that forest and been done with it. But I'm here now. I understand about
as well as you do." "These
are common feelings," Blade said. "There are many people who feel
this way. Yet you choose her." "I
know that. But on this magnitude? Having been directly responsible for
thousands, and getting them killed? How many people, normal people, could
relate to that?" Blade
thought a moment. "Are you a leader among your people then?" "I
was. They're gone now. Have been for many years." "That
is unfortunate.... I am going to go now. I must secure the area." He got
up and headed to the door and into the suite's living room. Tem
nodded a farewell. After Blade left, he seemed to deflate in his chair. He was depressed.
The past few days had been bringing up old wounds and causing new ones. Now he
was in a quiet room, where it could all catch up to him. Veil
strolled down the White Sands Missile Range main building where three prisoners
had been brought. All three of them were Nihood soldiers that were left for
dead on the battlefield. One of them was young, the equivalent of a private. "Good
morning gentlemen, let's have a little chat." Behind
the double-sided glass of the interrogation room, another accomplice of Veil's
watched, taking notes, studying the captives. After
about five minutes of casual discussion, Veil got up, closed the blinds, and
shut off the cameras, another five minutes later and he left the room. The kid
was under the table, a bullet in his brain. The
spectator had shut his notepad as Veil entered the room. "You enjoy the
killing, don't you?" "No,
I don't but it needs to be done. Other than those you choose to keep, the
Eloium must be eradicated." "Mm,
I see," the figure turned, solid red eyes regarding the man before him,
"And what's your reasoning for that? Are YOU marked for death as
well?" "In
a sense. When I'm sure that race ceases to exist I will join them but not until
I'm sure and I know the best place to start," Veil said. "How soon
can you get your units together?" "My
units are already together." The figure stood, tucking away his notebook
in the long, dark coat he wore and turned to Veil. "I am ahead of
schedule, a schedule YOU created, I might remind you. Take it from somebody who
has already destroyed one race; timing is important." "Which
is part of why we're waiting. This race isn't a collection of peace loving
hippies. Every one of them is trained to fight and one in four of them is
capable of changing their shape. Preparations need to be made and I'm fairly
confident my research into them is farther along than yours." "Oh
it is, I'll grant you that. But I know enough for our purposes, enough that
I've tuned my fighting units specifically to combat them. And I am grateful to
you for providing me with the resources to give them a much needed
upgrade." He gave a short, appreciative bow. When he stood back up, he was
glaring. "But
don't discount what I've done. Speaking as one, I would not call Black Mages
'peace loving' as you say. They were stubborn, yes, content to remain in their
place in the world, unambitious..." He shook his head. "I
digress," he began to walk, passing Veil and brushing his shoulder,
"Don't underestimate me, Veil. You'd be a fool to underestimate anyone,
friend or foe." Veil
grabbed the Mage's arm tightly. "And don't you deny me my victory. There's
a woman that leads them, she's mine." He
nodded, "Of course, I remember. Letiel is yours and yours alone, my units
will support yours and we will systematically dismantle this organization. You
think I forgot?" The figure pulled away and exited. Veil
growled to himself and checked his watch, it was early morning. After the
all-nighter he wasn't excited for another one but he didn't trust this new Mage. He'd gather his units and attack tonight. © 2013 Letiel NaynarouAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorLetiel NaynarouIDAboutI'm as my friends would say: spontaneous, unpredictable, odd, a little weird, and have high moral standards... I can't help it! ...Should I add more? I feel lonely not having my favorite pictures u.. more..Writing
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